TLR: The Best Laid Plans
Fandom: The Last Remnant
Main characters: David, Rush
Referenced characters: Irina, Torgal
Pairings: Rush/David
Contains: Past angst, sap, sexual situations
Rating: R, but barely
Summary: This has been on David's mind for a long time. For
cottoncandy_bingo, prompt "Couple's first time having sex with each other".
David has thought about this. Both before and after -- what happened. He thought about it with hope, with plans, and then... after, he thought about it in the way you do when you try so hard not to think about something, like trying not to prod a sore tooth or go over all the what ifs. And now Rush is back, here, in David's arms, in David's bed, and David doesn't have a clue what to do. Rush is his usual self, managing to be everywhere at once, his mouth on David's and somehow near simultaneously on his neck, his hands in his hair and on his back and squeezing his ass.
"I thought about this," David says, breathlessly, as Ruth experiments with biting, leaving a little trail of tiny indents along his shoulder. "I thought about this so much. I had all these plans -- "
"Why am I not surprised?"
" -- and now I don't have a clue what to do and -- ah, Rush," David stops, his breath catching. Rush grins and licks at his nipple again, moves closer to suck it, to tease with his teeth. David closes his eyes and then opens them again hurriedly, because if this is a dream or a hallucination or some kind of magic, like one of those legends where a lover's ghost can return only until the first light of dawn, he doesn't want to miss a moment of this. "Have you -- thought about this?"
"All the time," Rush says, easily, though he's much more occupied with pushing David back into the bed, with exploring the line of his ribs with tongue and teeth. "Every night, when I got some time alone. Used to drive me nuts when Irina or whoever kept on wanting to talk and I couldn't slip away."
It's on the tip of David's tongue to ask why Rush needed so much privacy -- he wouldn't have wanted Torgal knowing that he was imagining taking Rush to his bed, though he imagines Torgal probably had an inkling, but Torgal's presence wouldn't stop him thinking about it -- and then he realises and a moan slips out before he can stop it. "Did you -- ?"
"Oh yeah," Rush says, and he's sitting up again, and he's blushing, but he's also grinning. "What, didn't you?"
"Sometimes," David admits, his own cheeks heating. "There were always guards outside my tent, though, and..."
"You know," Rush says, thoughtfully, "I'd like to see that, someday."
David raises an eyebrow. "My tent?"
Rush huffs a laugh, returning to the apparently fascinating jut of David's hip, and Rush is so close to his cock that David almost can't breathe. "I meant, I want to watch you. Jerking off." He presses a kiss to David's hip, moves lower. "Wanna see your face."
David closes his eyes, wanting and nervous and impatient, because he's waited so long for this and now Rush is here, Rush is alive, talking like he means to stay. "Anything you want," he says, and means it. He would, he'd give Rush anything, do anything, to make Rush stay. But Rush is silent for a moment and David opens his eyes, afraid --
"It's okay, Dave," Rush says, quietly, seriously, though the light in his eyes is the same as always. "I'm not going anywhere."
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth. I would prefer people to comment and subscribe to me there, if you already have an account; I'll happily share Dreamwidth invites, if you want to make an account. Comments aren't disabled here on LJ, though.
Main characters: David, Rush
Referenced characters: Irina, Torgal
Pairings: Rush/David
Contains: Past angst, sap, sexual situations
Rating: R, but barely
Summary: This has been on David's mind for a long time. For
cottoncandy_bingo, prompt "Couple's first time having sex with each other".
David has thought about this. Both before and after -- what happened. He thought about it with hope, with plans, and then... after, he thought about it in the way you do when you try so hard not to think about something, like trying not to prod a sore tooth or go over all the what ifs. And now Rush is back, here, in David's arms, in David's bed, and David doesn't have a clue what to do. Rush is his usual self, managing to be everywhere at once, his mouth on David's and somehow near simultaneously on his neck, his hands in his hair and on his back and squeezing his ass.
"I thought about this," David says, breathlessly, as Ruth experiments with biting, leaving a little trail of tiny indents along his shoulder. "I thought about this so much. I had all these plans -- "
"Why am I not surprised?"
" -- and now I don't have a clue what to do and -- ah, Rush," David stops, his breath catching. Rush grins and licks at his nipple again, moves closer to suck it, to tease with his teeth. David closes his eyes and then opens them again hurriedly, because if this is a dream or a hallucination or some kind of magic, like one of those legends where a lover's ghost can return only until the first light of dawn, he doesn't want to miss a moment of this. "Have you -- thought about this?"
"All the time," Rush says, easily, though he's much more occupied with pushing David back into the bed, with exploring the line of his ribs with tongue and teeth. "Every night, when I got some time alone. Used to drive me nuts when Irina or whoever kept on wanting to talk and I couldn't slip away."
It's on the tip of David's tongue to ask why Rush needed so much privacy -- he wouldn't have wanted Torgal knowing that he was imagining taking Rush to his bed, though he imagines Torgal probably had an inkling, but Torgal's presence wouldn't stop him thinking about it -- and then he realises and a moan slips out before he can stop it. "Did you -- ?"
"Oh yeah," Rush says, and he's sitting up again, and he's blushing, but he's also grinning. "What, didn't you?"
"Sometimes," David admits, his own cheeks heating. "There were always guards outside my tent, though, and..."
"You know," Rush says, thoughtfully, "I'd like to see that, someday."
David raises an eyebrow. "My tent?"
Rush huffs a laugh, returning to the apparently fascinating jut of David's hip, and Rush is so close to his cock that David almost can't breathe. "I meant, I want to watch you. Jerking off." He presses a kiss to David's hip, moves lower. "Wanna see your face."
David closes his eyes, wanting and nervous and impatient, because he's waited so long for this and now Rush is here, Rush is alive, talking like he means to stay. "Anything you want," he says, and means it. He would, he'd give Rush anything, do anything, to make Rush stay. But Rush is silent for a moment and David opens his eyes, afraid --
"It's okay, Dave," Rush says, quietly, seriously, though the light in his eyes is the same as always. "I'm not going anywhere."
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth. I would prefer people to comment and subscribe to me there, if you already have an account; I'll happily share Dreamwidth invites, if you want to make an account. Comments aren't disabled here on LJ, though.