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Walter Shreeve (Shriek)/Terry McGinnis
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"Now it's getting late and I have things to do, so--"
"Come on, man, can't stay a little longer?"
The boy's tone was hopeful, underlining his lower Gothamite accent. It was subtle, but Walter picked up on it, as carefully as he did any soundwaves, his good ear necessary for his research.
Still, he couldn't always be sure about what he was hearing. His work never actually allowed him to settle into society as easily as others. He could say it was... lonely, for one thing. He never regretted it--he needed the focus to keep his research afloat in such trying times--but he couldn't deny that, as a human being, he was very much capable of feeling... lonely.
That he was scrimping for financial reasons was his excuse for inviting a total stranger in, sharing a meal with him.
It definitely had nothing to do with those piercing blue eyes, or that handsome face that lit up at his explanations. No one had ever shown as much interest as the young, nameless pizza boy who sauntered into his lab like nothing else and talked with him like he was easy conversation.
Walter admitted he was suspicious. It paid to be paranoid in his line of work, but over the course of the filling, warm meal, the pizza boy hadn't asked more than his name and why he wasn't famous if he did such important research. He seemed genuine... and even more than that, his eyes followed Walter when he thought he wasn't looking, small smiles escaping without his knowledge.
And the hope in his voice, at his request... it didn't seem like such a faraway concept, now.
"I don't know what else we can possibly do here. And you have somewhere to go home to, don't you?" he said carefully, gauging the boy's reaction from the corner of his eye.
"Well, yeah, but it's not exactly somewhere I wanna be right now," the other replied in a low voice, eying Walter like he was waiting for something.
Perhaps he was reading the boy wrong, but it wouldn't matter, would it? He was barely more than a stranger... There wouldn't be much at stake...
"And here is where you want to be, then?" Walter questioned slowly.
"Maybe, but it's not my place, man. That's all you," was the response. They stared at each other for a long moment before Walter put his coat back down.
"If you're going to stay the night, you might as well tell me your name," he said in a voice he hoped was steady as he didn't feel.
The smile was painfully striking. Gorgeous.
"It's Terry."
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Mmm, loving the tease so far, the beautiful build up of tension, the way Shreeve's mind is analytical when it comes to sound and just down-right appreciative when it comes to Terry. But mostly I LOVE THAT YOU'RE WRITING SHRIEK/TERRY!!! I sooo want to bake you a pie made out of rainbows right now! ♥♥♥
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And I'll tell you honestly I was waiting for someone to comment before I'd work on the next bit but I soooo wanted to do it so bad so bad. :D NOW HERE I GO TO WRITE MORE.
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That was Terry's first thought when he came forward, and Shreeve met him with one hand at his shoulder and the other coming up to grasp his chin.
"Terry," he whispered, just so that Terry could feel himself shiver--that wasn't supposed to have happened--and Shreeve kissed him.
Slow but hungry, Terry thought, while his lips responded instinctively and his hands came up to grasp at the tight black shirt.
"Say no," Shreeve breathed, and Terry gasped. Now there was an idea.
"Say no and I'll stop," the older man continued, and Terry almost took the bait. It was definitely the wisest course of action, at this point, but leaving now...
He couldn't fail this. He needed to get something out of Shreeve without forcing him to run.
Terry knew that Shreeve was being funded by Derek Powers. He was another in a long line of people Powers would ruin at the drop of a hat.
From all that Shreeve had been saying, Terry gathered that he was more loyal to his research than Derek Powers, and maybe he wasn't as great a detective as Bruce, but he prided himself in being able to read people.
And Shreeve was an open book, baring himself in the basest sense to a stranger like Terry.
"No," he murmured, and after a beat, "I don't want to leave."
He was almost sure Shreeve wasn't aware of how good his smile looked. It was the kind of look you guarded. So vulnerable, and he didn't even realize it.
They fumbled their way onto his bed in the back room, clothes falling to the floor and skin meeting hotly between upset sheets.
It was dark, the only light in the room flooding from the workshop/laboratory, barely lighting pale skin against pale skin.
"Shreeve," Terry gasped as the man's mouth traveled lower.
"Walter," he corrected. "Call me Walter, Terry. We might as well be on first name basis if we're doing this," he continued, tongue darting out to lap at a collarbone as his thumbs brushed against sensitive nipples.
Terry licked his lips and shivered, Shreeve--Walter--running his tongue over where his hands were before, making the brown nubs perk up in the cold air.
"Come on, Walter," Terry laughed breathlessly, pulling him up for another mind-blowing kiss.
"This isn't just about me," he whispered against inexperienced lips. His hand snaked down and grasped warm, hard flesh, eliciting a moan that he swallowed smugly into his own mouth.
"Experience?" Walter questioned wryly.
"You came onto me, remember?" Terry smiled, to assure him it was all in good fun. Walter looked bewildered.
"Not that I'm complaining," Terry assured with a peck. His nails scratched a light line up the underside of Walter's member, getting him back into the rhythm of what they were doing.
"So..."
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a/n hope you're enjoying so far ;D This is going to be a very long sex scene.
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And now that I know this will work, I'll update when I can. It won't be regular, but I am liable to make double updates every other day so hope you still enjoy :D
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He really didn't know what he was doing. He had no real idea beyond what his body told him to do, what his lips wanted to touch and what he himself wanted to feel. Terry seemed to enjoy kissing--the way he did it, Walter was lost to the world, to anything beyond the two of them.
Terry was... aggressive, after a while. His hand gripped the base of Walter's erection, pumping decisively a couple of times as the younger male's mouth took some of Walter's fingers in and began sucking sensually.
He shuddered at the sensations, something cracking deep within him.
"Wait--ah--Terry--"
The teen stopped, his eyes questioning as Walter stood up.
"What's wrong? Wasn't I--" Walter cut him off with a kiss, perhaps not as great as the others, but enough to make the younger male moan, their tongues tangling for a few seconds.
"You were perfect," the older male reassured, "but if you don't mind, I have something that might make this... better."
He wasn't gone long. When he came back, Terry could feel it, something intense, pulsing inside him, identical to every jolt that ran through his body that brought him closer to orgasm.
There was that device in Walter's hand, the sound device that reminded Terry why he was here in the first place. He tried to sit up, tried to gather himself before the haze of ecstasy riding on every pulse threw him off once again.
Too soon, he could feel Walter's steady weight pushing him down again, gently, almost lovingly, and Terry moaned as the man's tongue pressed against the skin at the dips of his pelvis, moving close--too close--to his throbbing need.
"Does it feel good?" Walter asked hoarsely. Terry gripped the sheets at his sides almost hard enough to rip as the wetness began touching against the base of his erection, the pulses still pushing him to impending orgasm. Walter had moved the device to the space between Terry's legs, close enough to be effective but not so it would hinder the man's... progress.
"Too much--" Terry gasped, bucking up desperately, only to have Walter push him down by his hips, the man's grip tightening as he finally--finally--reached the tip, tonguing at the slit so lovingly before taking Terry full into his mouth.
"Walter!" The teen yelled as the first orgasm shot through his body and out his dick, the warm gushes of wet heat forced down the man's throat.
Walter gagged, pulling back and switching the device off. He was coughing softly, long enough for Terry to regain his composure and lean towards him, catching the man's face in his hands and kissing him.
A distraction, of course, for Terry to assess the situation, but in truth, the action was distracting to them both, and not just Walter. He could taste himself in the man's mouth, but it wasn't so much unappealing as it was the hottest thing Terry could never have conceived.
"Sorry," he said as he pulled away from the kiss, "For... uh..."
"Coming in my mouth? Don't be," Walter said, his lips tipped in a wry half-smile that Terry returned in full. The teen moved his hand down, groping for Walter's erection in the shadows thrown by his own body, but he was surprised to find that he had already been spent, probably somewhere between Terry's own orgasm and their shared, passionate kiss.
"You have the effect on me that those sound waves had on you," Walter murmured, lips brushing against Terry's mouth more gently.
"Never thought," Terry gasped into the next kiss, "I'd have that effect on anyone."
And the look in Walter's eyes, of pure adoration that was almost impossible, did it for Terry.
"Lie down," he commanded softly. Walter looked at him questioningly.
"I want you inside me. I want to ride you, Walter."
The man's wide eyes were answer enough as Terry pushed him onto his pale back, down onto the well-abused sheets.
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