Doors (Kyle/ Fish, NC-17)
By the end of the first week after Sierra comes home with them for good, Kyle is pretty sure he’s going to have to move. Either that or persuade Roxy to put in some kind of doors. It's not that he doesn't love his daughter (and wow, but it's still kind of insane that he has a daughter), it's just that he's barely 6 months into a relationship with a guy he spent nearly a decade longing for, and he is so not ready to leave the honeymoon period. Baby or no baby. Clearly new parents are meant to be celibate though, even when there is not a woman who has just given birth involved.
It's the third time in a row that just when things are getting interesting she's started screaming from the other end of his little studio apartment, and if that's not a mood killer, nothing is. Even worse is the realisation that it’s definitely them waking her up, because she was fed, burped, changed, the right temperature and sound asleep five minutes earlier. Plus Oliver had just let out a particularly loud moan. And then he feels like the worst parent ever because he's trying to have sex in essentially the same room as a child and waking her up by doing so.
So. Doors or move. Kyle is not meant to be on such good terms with his right hand when he's not even single.
Oliver wanders back in, still shirtless, screaming infant in his arms.
“Is it bad that you still look hot with her yelling?” Kyle asks from his position sprawled on the bed.
“I’m sorry” Oliver responds over the baby’s cries.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault” Kyle says, trying to hide his frustration.
“Still…”
“Seriously. Don’t worry. Do you mind if I grab a shower? I’m still grimy from work. I’ll take her for a bit after that.”
“No problem. She… she should wear herself out in a minute… there shouldn’t be actually anything wrong.” Oliver replies, looking slightly bewildered, and Kyle manages to dodge flailing baby limbs to grab a quick kiss with his man, before giving him a light thwack to his ass and flashing a grin over one shoulder as he goes to the bathroom.
He turns on the shower before stripping the rest of the way, and with the door shut and the water running he can barely hear the screaming that’s surprisingly quickly stopped ripping his heart out. He remembers how his parents’ old dog would bark when food didn’t come quickly enough, and thinks how Sierra’s crying isn’t really much different. Only way she’s got to communicate, he tells himself.
Once under the spray his thoughts drift from his new found parenthood to the activities she had interrupted. The way sex between them was shifting from being new and thrilling to familiar, retracing territory long since mapped out. Still good though. He couldn’t imagine it ever being anything but good, even sleep-deprived as they were.
He could almost feel Oliver’s lips on his neck, or his breath when he moved back to study the skin in front of him. Back in college it had always been eyes screwed shut, but this time around it seemed like Oliver couldn’t get enough of looking.
The day Oliver had come back from the mountain he had been exhausted - physically and mentally. The argument over Sierra lingering in the background, Kyle had woken him up the next morning the best way he could think of, feeling the flesh under him come alive, big hands coming down to clench in his hair, cock hardening all the way in his mouth. After he was done he had pulled Kyle up over him, still sleepy, and just watched him jerk off. Damn, but those big eyes staring so intently as he worked, hands stroking his thighs, had been hot.
Just remembering was bringing back the erection that Sierra hadn’t entirely managed to get rid of. He suspects his boyfriend will probably be passed out by the time he leaves the bathroom, so he lets his hand slip down, cupping his balls before starting to stroke his cock, other hand coming up to brace himself against the wall.
He lets himself get lost in the memory, breath coming faster, twisting round the head before running his thumb down the underside.
He doesn't notice the door open, nor someone pad across the floor. He does, however, notice a warm body push up against his back, warm breath on his neck, and a hand coming round to join his.
“That's my job.”
“Figured you were otherwise engaged.”
“She’s asleep. Then I remembered we do have one door in this place.”
“What if she wakes and we’re not there?”
“She's fine. The door isn't soundproofed, anyway! She can spare her daddies for five minutes.”
“Only five?”
“It's been a week. I'm realistic.”
They both chuckle, but then Oliver’s hand starts working in earnest, and Kyle can feel his boyfriend’s erection rubbing against his ass, and the only emotion left is want.
Kyle twists his neck for a kiss, while he's manoeuvred round until he can grab hold of the shower door’s handle.
Their lips separate again as one of Oliver’s hands moves from Kyle’s chest round to his ass, sliding across one cheek until his thumb is just pressing against puckered skin.
“Did you bring-”
“Hang on” Oliver says, and then he's slipping away, and that really shouldn’t be allowed. Only one step out the door, though, to grab bottle and foil wrapper from the sink, and then back to where he belongs.
Kyle takes the bottle but hangs on to the hand that offered it, drizzling lube over 3 fingers. Hand slips back behind, and one finger is pressing insistently at his hole. He has long since learned just how to relax, to press back and allow the intrusion, and the finger pushes in up to the knuckle.
Oliver is making up for lost time with his learning, and within a couple of strokes has hit that spot that made Kyle moan and buck back. One finger becomes two, and then three, neither of them about to waste any of their precious time.
By the time the fingers slip out, Kyle is coming apart. He has always loved being penetrated, had regretted that he and Oliver never got that far first time round. And it’s a thousand times better than it had been with anyone else when it’s his quiet, controlled cop rutting against his ass, clearly desperate to get his cock where it belongs.
“C’mon. Do it” Kyle groans out, and it’s all the encouragement Oliver needs, pushing inside with one smooth stroke.
“Oh my God” Fish chokes out into the shoulder in front of him, biting down softly. One of his hands settles onto hip, the other wrapping around his boyfriend’s thick cock. Kyle is bracing himself against the door, but as they settle into a rhythm - strong thrust in while he pushes back to meet it, he can’t resist bringing one hand round to Oliver's ass, pulling his boyfriend in deeper.
It’s fast, and inelegant, but so, so good; exhaustion driving away any sensation but the throb of their cocks, the pressure against Kyle’s prostate. He’s pretty sure they haven’t even hit five minutes when Oliver cries out and thrusts forward once more before stilling. The hand wrapped around him barely falters though, and within seconds Kyle can feel his balls drawing up, his toes curling as his orgasm thunders through him. And then they’re both gasping to get their breath back as they come down, Oliver a heavy weight against Kyle’s back.
“I think a lot of shower sex may be in our immediate future.” Kyle says when he can speak again.
“Bathroom sex in general probably.”
“Good?”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Oliver slips away, grabs the soap. They wash up in silence for a minute, and Kyle can see the desperate need for sleep creeping back into Oliver’s every move.
“Pass me the shower head, will you?” Kyle says, once the spray has most of him pretty clean.
“Why?”
“Need to wash myself out a bit”
“I reckon I could do a better job than the shower head… another day.” Oliver replies, eye lids flickering to half-mast in what could be seduction, or could be exhaustion barely held at bay, before handing it to him.
“Then we would definitely need a thicker door. Or a baby sitter.”
Oliver flashes him a smile, leans in for one last kiss/ grope and steps out of the shower.
Five minutes later Kyle leaves the bathroom to find his boyfriend already out cold, draped across their bed. He grabs his abandoned towel and hangs both up after swapping his own for some sweats and a too big T-shirt proclaiming ‘PA Police Academy ’04’.
Sierra is pretty much mimicking her daddy in the living room, and Kyle slips the pacifier from her mouth, watches the gentle rise and fall of her chest for a few seconds, before going to the kitchen and tackling the mountain of washing up and laundry that such a tiny person somehow manages to produce.
Oliver is still asleep when Sierra interrupts the reading Kyle’s catching up on for his new rotation. He finally wanders blearily through in pyjama pants just as a freshly-changed baby settles to feed in Kyle’s arms.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to sleep so long.”
“Don’t worry about it. I got chilli out of the freezer - wanna shove it in the microwave?”
Oliver doesn’t move though, just watches the two of them.
“What’ya thinking about?” Kyle asks him, when the staring is getting a bit ridiculous.
“Just… how’d I get so lucky, huh?” Oliver says in a low voice.
“I know that thought!” Kyle replies, pressing a kiss into his daughter’s hair before leaning up to share one with his (beautiful, half-naked, police officer) boyfriend.
“We could still use an apartment with actual doors though.” Oliver says with a grin, when he eventually steps back.
“Definitely”