Nightshift 24: M17
((continued from here.))
With the way Rufus was rocking forward, and Reno leaning all the way back, it was a goddamned wonder the chair hadn't tipped over yet.
Though Reno probably wouldn't have noticed if it did. Not with those fingers curled around his leg, making him inhale sharply.
He shook out his hair a bit as the elastic slipped off, letting the strands fall back into their natural position. Usually, he kept his hair tied back even during sex since it tended to get in the way- and the tangled mess of knots it became was an absolute bitch to work out the next morning-but at this point, there was no way he was going to complain.
A hiss of both pleasure and pain slipped past his lips as Rufus's nails dragged over the still-tender areas from where he'd been burned two nights ago.
He was about to tell Rufus, fuck the door, but there was more than just the potential of getting caught in a compromising position. That he couldn't give much of a damn about; he'd done it before in places as public as the darkened stairwell of a cheap hotel. But in the middle of sex was the most vulnerable position a person could ever physically be in. While the monsters never seemed to head over to people's rooms, the patients certainly did, and some of them could be just as dangerous.
Shutting the door might be a good idea, before someone caught them completely off guard.
"Fuck. Fine," he managed, his voice rough and a little breathless.
He eased off the chair slowly, to avoid dumping Rufus on the floor by accident, and headed in the general direction of the door, arms still wrapped around Rufus and unwilling to let go. He barely even watched where he was going, stumbling a little as his feet tangled up with Rufus's. He managed to reach out far enough to swing the door shut, although in his awkward position, he couldn't quite get it to close all the way.
Good enough.
His foot knocked against something. The gun, which had tumbled out somewhere between the kissing and the groping. Maybe also a good idea not to leave the thing lying around.
He moved to grab it, his other hand sliding with deliberate slowness down Rufus's side as he bent down for the weapon, teasing over the hip and going halfway down the leg, then back up the other way when he straightened up. As distracted as he was, he did remember to flick the safety. It'd definitely spoil the mood if one of them got shot by a stray bullet.
His arms went around Rufus again, drawing the other man close and into another kiss, more urgent this time. One hand slid beneath Rufus's shirt, palm flat against the smooth stomach.
"Bed?" he said, already nudging Rufus in that direction.
((Edit: Or maybe not. Sry gaiz. No nekkid. Blame Schu. XD))
With the way Rufus was rocking forward, and Reno leaning all the way back, it was a goddamned wonder the chair hadn't tipped over yet.
Though Reno probably wouldn't have noticed if it did. Not with those fingers curled around his leg, making him inhale sharply.
He shook out his hair a bit as the elastic slipped off, letting the strands fall back into their natural position. Usually, he kept his hair tied back even during sex since it tended to get in the way- and the tangled mess of knots it became was an absolute bitch to work out the next morning-but at this point, there was no way he was going to complain.
A hiss of both pleasure and pain slipped past his lips as Rufus's nails dragged over the still-tender areas from where he'd been burned two nights ago.
He was about to tell Rufus, fuck the door, but there was more than just the potential of getting caught in a compromising position. That he couldn't give much of a damn about; he'd done it before in places as public as the darkened stairwell of a cheap hotel. But in the middle of sex was the most vulnerable position a person could ever physically be in. While the monsters never seemed to head over to people's rooms, the patients certainly did, and some of them could be just as dangerous.
Shutting the door might be a good idea, before someone caught them completely off guard.
"Fuck. Fine," he managed, his voice rough and a little breathless.
He eased off the chair slowly, to avoid dumping Rufus on the floor by accident, and headed in the general direction of the door, arms still wrapped around Rufus and unwilling to let go. He barely even watched where he was going, stumbling a little as his feet tangled up with Rufus's. He managed to reach out far enough to swing the door shut, although in his awkward position, he couldn't quite get it to close all the way.
Good enough.
His foot knocked against something. The gun, which had tumbled out somewhere between the kissing and the groping. Maybe also a good idea not to leave the thing lying around.
He moved to grab it, his other hand sliding with deliberate slowness down Rufus's side as he bent down for the weapon, teasing over the hip and going halfway down the leg, then back up the other way when he straightened up. As distracted as he was, he did remember to flick the safety. It'd definitely spoil the mood if one of them got shot by a stray bullet.
His arms went around Rufus again, drawing the other man close and into another kiss, more urgent this time. One hand slid beneath Rufus's shirt, palm flat against the smooth stomach.
"Bed?" he said, already nudging Rufus in that direction.
((Edit: Or maybe not. Sry gaiz. No nekkid. Blame Schu. XD))