Fic: Tinder Dry (4/5)
Title: Tinder Dry (4/5)
Author: Gategurl/The Readers Muse
Fandom: Primeval
Character/s: Lester: (Lester/Danny/Becker)
Word Count: 3,194 (WIP)
Rating: M (slash, threesome, aftermath of sex pollen, adult language, complete warnings in authors notes.)
Warnings: Sequel to Smoke Stack Heroes.
Summary: "He'd given up on secrecy and professional decency two hours before noon, drawing the line at squirming in his chair as his arse put up a tantrum at the whole notion of sitting, conference calls, and paperwork."
Notes: Thank you once again to the lovely
fififolle for the beta. Sorry this chapter is a bit late! End of semester hooha has been a bit wack! I hope you enjoy! There will be one more part after this!
Tinder Dry - Chapter 4
He supposed it had to be a first. The formidable James P. Lester left dumbstruck and mute, rendered completely, and unrepentantly speechless in the wake of just a few simple words. Because honestly? He had nothing. No witty quip or scathing rejoinder. No perfectly timed comment or easy barb. Just… nothing.
He cleared his throat, all too aware of how the sound carried. Trying at the very least, to buy himself some time as he drained the rest of his glass. Idly entertaining everything from causing a scene to stuttering out some sort of inane reply as his mind worked furiously, trying to work his way out of the ginormous, gaping hole he'd somehow dug himself into. But in the end all his half panicked musings proved for naught, because by the time he looked up they were already moving.
Because before he could even process the movement, Becker's hand was wrapping around the glass. Rough edged tips ghosting across his knuckles as the younger man spirited the glass out of his suddenly nerveless fingers. …Oh.
"I'll have you know that tag-teaming is grossly unfair," he managed to quip, pleased in spite of himself when his voice remained remarkably steady. A feat worthy of note in his opinion, especially considering the fact that Becker had used his momentary distraction to his advantage. Now tugging at his braces and weaving unrepentantly through the grey, charcoal silk as the man's free hand curled around the nape of his neck.
He found himself suddenly hyper aware of everything around him, the growing heat of the room, the fading burn of Talisker mellowing in the back of his throat. Even the sensation of those dry, callous roughened hands ghosting through his short brown hair was enough to make his heart all but skip a beat. Getting stuck on the way the soldier's fingers were carding through his hair, mussing the immaculately styled strands as though the younger man had been waiting all this time to do just that.
But when the soldier's fingers rasped across his scalp he nearly hissed, an impassioned growl building in the back of his throat as he tempered down the urge to reciprocate. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek as Becker's hands grew bolder still. Tugging and teasing at the strands as the man mouthed a kiss along the base of his throat, adding just a hint of teeth for flavour before he pulled away. Full lips wet and rouged with abuse as the man's lower lip caught between his teeth. Canines flashing wolfishly in the low light before Quinn moved, upsetting the shadows until it looked as though the action had been no more than a trick of the light.
The hair on the back of his neck prickled.
"Oh I don't know about that… James," Quinn purred, forearms brushing against his shoulder as he leaned in. "I seem to remember that you gave both of us more than a run for our money last night," he rasped, chuckling into the curve of his throat as one, wide palmed hand dug into the knots of his shoulder blades.
He found himself completely unable to stifle a pleasured groan as the man's hands winged across a particularly tender spot, all but leaning into the touch now as Becker hemmed him in from the other side.
"You can write a disciplinary memo about it tomorrow," Becker murmured, dropping down to his knees without preamble as he crowded him back into the depths of the settee.
"Don't-…don't think I won't," he shot back, voice mock stern as Quinn muffled a laugh into his skin, his head dipping down to nibble on his earlobe as Becker made short work of the remaining buttons of his shirt. Parting the sides the man's blunt fingers moved down and dug into the muscles of his thighs, so close to his already straining cock that he had to squeeze his eyes shut, the sensations almost too much as the two men worked in tandem.
His nerve endings felt like they were on fucking fire.
And that was the moment when he realised that he was still just sitting there, hands clenching the armrests of his chair like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. …Just taking it. And in spite of it all, the corners of his lips twitched at the very thought. Because confusion and uncertainly aside, that just would not stand. A Lester didn't do passive anymore than he did surrender.
So, it was with that thought in mind that he figured a bit of debauchery was par for the course. Surprising both of them when his arm shot up, fisting a hand into Quinn's hair as he brought the man in for a blistering kiss. Wrenching him down and taking the brunt of the man's weight as Quinn's arms fish-tailed for balance. Limbs going pleasure limp and pliable as the taller man all but melted into him. ..Yes..Like that.
But after a few lingering, and indeed quite conflicted moments he pushed them both away, insistent at least in this as he rose from his chair. Letting the flat of his palms rest against their chests for a few lingering moments before he moved away, fingers trailing rather deliberately down the length of their muscled chests and fluttering navels as the two men breathed hard in his wake. Because if he knew one thing for certain, it was that he was getting too damned old to spend another night on the bloody floor.
"How about we do something novel and try doing this horizontally for a change?" he breathed, tone losing most of its snap as Quinn's hands ghosted down his spine. Breaths going husky and rough edged as the taller man nibbled blunt edged kisses into his skin, fingers hooking around his loosened collar as Becker's hands fumbled with the front of his trousers.
"You didn't seem too concerned about that last night when you-mmph!" Becker began, eyes still dancing with laughter as he lurched up and shut the man up with a brutal kiss.
But it wasn't just any kiss. He hooked the man in by the neck and licked his way into the younger man's mouth like he owned it, only releasing him when they were both shuddering and panting for breath, causing Becker to stumble back into Quinn's eager arms, wanton and deliciously pliable as his gaze went half lidded, licking the edges of his lips like he was chasing the taste of him across the span of his lips.
Bloody hell.
It took a while to get there, but when they made it to the threshold of the bedroom things got a bit… heated. With lingering kisses turning into hard presses and fingers that played for keeps. And before he knew it he was sent tumbling backwards, falling back on the mattress with a surprised grunt as Becker and Quinn quickly followed.
It was so much like the night before that he had to bark a grudging laugh into the rumpled sheets. His chin caught on the curve of someone's hip as Quinn and Becker piled on top of him, stifling their own laughter as relieved chuckles slowly melted back down into pleasured hums and drawn out groans of pleasure.
He lost patience then, unsnapping buttons and pulling down zips as he cursed under his breath. He couldn't seem to rid them of their clothes fast enough. Fingers all but shaking as he yanked off half shucked jumpers and stubborn fastenings, struggling with his trousers until Quinn batted his hands away.
His trousers pooled down the bed, getting trapped somewhere around his ankles as Becker shifted, man-handling himself on top as the soldier's hand curled around the waistband of his shorts and tugged. Drawing him in with a slow and undeniably sensual kiss as Quinn's fingers dug into the younger man's coarse brown hair. The action elicited a passionate little hiss as Becker bucked into the arch of his groin on impulse, seeking the same delicious friction as he met the man halfway.
Christ that was good!
Somewhere in between the haze of skin and rolling pleasure he pushed his way up from the bottom of the pile, rolling Quinn underneath him without a second thought, as he licked a path from neck to navel, nipping at the man's small, dusky nipples just to hear the ginger man mewl before arcing downwards. His senses felt all but electric as he raked a hand down the length of the taller man's chest. Grunting in pleasure as Becker curled in from behind, adjusting to the new dynamic with apparent ease.
Quinn just hummed his approval, hips arching up the same time as Becker leaned forward. Doubling the stimulation as his brain nearly short circuited. Because suddenly he was very much aware of the heavy brush of the man's cock against his arse, of the pain-pleasured way that Becker's blunt tips were raking across his skin, fingers scoring outwards like he was relearning the way. Pressing open mouthed kisses into the vulnerable dip of his shoulder, unsightly scar and all, as a string of half muffled nonsense streamed from his spit-slick lips.
Christ, how did people live through these types of affairs without suffering from bloody heart failure!
"Are you ever not in control?" Quinn chuckled, lashes fluttering as his hips tilted upwards, rubbing himself against him in a way that had him biting his lip. Meeting the taller man's smouldering eyes stare for stare before he captured the man's lips in a blistering kiss.
"Do you ever shut you gob?" he shot back, pulling back only when he'd satisfied himself with rendering the man momentarily speechless.
"…Good point," the man finally returned. Amused chuckles suddenly breaking off into a strangled hiccup as his fist curled around the man's length. Stroking him with deliberate slowness as Quinn cursed, eyes going half lidded as he fisted the sheets. Messy hair sticking up in chaotic, fire red spikes as the man thumped the back of his head into pillows.
He'd planned on drawing it out, on making the quirky redhead squirm and beg. But he lost his composure somewhere in between the eighth downward stroke and one of Quinn's throaty, unabashed moans. With the man thrusting up into each stroke as pre-cum slicked his head, easing the glide as he worked the man over with the curl of his palm.
He lost it because Becker suddenly moved behind him, shifting impossibly closer as an unexpectedly slick finger ghosted down the length of his crack like an unvoiced question. He sucked in a strangled breath of air as the soldier's hands curled around the jut of his hip, their new position bringing the younger man's cock level with his arse as the man throbbed against him.
He actually heard the sudden intake of breath as the man's hips hitched forward, smearing pre-cum across his naked cheeks the same moment as Quinn pressed a tube of lube into his nerveless fingers. Limbs flailing for a long, awkward moment as the ginger haired man turned over, fixing him with a smouldering and undeniably expectant look as he gazed back over his shoulder at him. …The man's desires all too clear.
Oh god… He felt like the air in the room had suddenly been napalmed. They wanted to do it like this? …Together? Fucking hell..
He breathed in raggedly, reality slamming back down like a crushing weight. …Good lord. They were really going to do this… They were really going to-
But he didn't even get a moment to finish that thought, because by then they were all over him. Because their mouths were hot and slick and he couldn't keep it together. Not this time. Because he was shaking and gasping against their lips, losing and finding himself all at the same time as Becker did his best to all but climb up the length of him. Making him feel like he was smack in the middle of a push-pull tug-of-war when Quinn wrapped his arms around him from underneath. Senses exploding at the stimulation as large hands palmed the arch of his hip, digging into the lean muscles of his forearms and whispering across the sensitive skin of his chest as the man urged him on. Curses and endearments free falling from the ginger man's lips like offerings at some obscure, little known alter.
He leaned forward, switching his weight to his forearms as his spine arched, hitching thoughtlessly into the press as Becker's slick hand scorched down the length of his cleft. Hips snapping forward on instinct alone as his cock inadvertently slipped between the redhead's cheeks, riding the crease as the taller man shivered underneath him, making him expel a pent up breath at the sound of Quinn's desperate whine.
He only had about a hundred and one different questions. Namely where did they go from here? And where in the bleeding hell did that tube of lube even come from? But he didn't get to ask any of them. Instead his mind was enveloped by grey-hewn static, struck dumb at the tentative, butterfly press as Becker's fingers brushed against his hole. Conscious thought abruptly fleeing as he nearly forgot how to breathe.
"Relax Lester," Becker muttered. Patient yet eager all at the same time as the man traced the fluttering ring of his hole, body clenching and unclenching in response to the man's attentions.
"Just, christ.. Get on with it," he gasped, forgetting all about his usual, aloft calm as one of Becker's fingers sunk in to the first knuckle.
"Cheeky," Quinn hummed. Voice half muffled in the pile of pillows as the man squirmed into the sheets. All but writhing under his ministrations as he rimmed his slick fingers around the circumference of the red head's freckled hole.
"Like you're in any position to talk Quinn," he snapped, too distracted to actually pay the man any mind as his eyes focused on the point where both his index and middle finger were disappearing into the man's hole. He bit his lip, breaking skin in the process as the man moaned out a stream of slurred consonants and broken off vowels. His cock throbbed, eyes fixed on the way the man was just taking it, him. Insides slick and furnace hot as the man pushed back into his hands, demanding, wanton, and completely distracting as Becker pressed in from behind once more.
"Relax…" the younger man rumbled, breaths gusting across the shell of his ear as the solider reached underneath him and teased his hand across his sack. The touch gentle, firm, and reassuring all at once.
So he did just that. Going by his gut and a single night of half remembered experiences, he learned as he went. Filing away every quiver, every pitching noise and inadvertent thrust as Quinn came apart under his hands. Breaths devolving into harsh pants as Quinn's hips hitched off the bed, bearing down on his fingers like the man just couldn't get enough. Body pleading wordlessly as the man seemed to lose his grasp on the English language completely.
And for his part, he had to admit that he squirmed at the burn, shifting restlessly at the uncommon stretch that no amount of lube or preparation could negate. Forcing himself to relax even as Becker's calloused fingers scissored inside of him. Free hand raking down his side like a distraction as the younger man pressed sloppy kisses into his spine. Working him over until the man had him so blissed out that he barely even registered the introduction of the third finger.
So perhaps that was why he was caught completely off guard when Becker's fingers curled. Hooking inside him just so as static blurred across the edge of his vision. The sensation was electrifyingly obscene. Sending any lingering traces of propriety and reserve flying right out the bloody window as a broken off moan of pleasure hissed out from between his tightly clenched teeth.
Jesus…Fuck!
Buoyed with confidence he did the same with Quinn, fighting the rolling waves of pleasure, before he lost it completely. Sinking his teeth into the man's flank to muffle his groans as Quinn hissed out a strangled moan, clenching around his fingers like bloody vice as he brushed against the man's prostate.
Christ… This. Yes.
Because god help him, but he wanted it all, damn the consequences. Nothing had ever seemed more clear, more simple. He didn't know how to explain it, how to justify it, or to even begin to make sense of the hows, wheres, and whys. He just knew…
He wanted to savour every moment, to remember it in a way he hadn't been able to the last time. But before he could slow the pace, before he could even so much as verbalise it, he was suddenly encompassed on all sides. Body taking over where his brain had stalled as he eased into Quinn with one long, easy stroke, bottoming out the same moment Becker parted his cheeks and entered him from behind. Connecting them together in a way he was certain there wasn't a single word in the entire history of the human language that was adequate enough to rightly express.
…And somewhat understandably, that was also the moment where he stopped thinking entirely…
A/N: Oops I lied again, one more installment after this to wrap it up! The epilogue was just too awkward to include in this section. Hope you enjoy!
On to Chapter 5
Back to Chapter 3
Author: Gategurl/The Readers Muse
Fandom: Primeval
Character/s: Lester: (Lester/Danny/Becker)
Word Count: 3,194 (WIP)
Rating: M (slash, threesome, aftermath of sex pollen, adult language, complete warnings in authors notes.)
Warnings: Sequel to Smoke Stack Heroes.
Summary: "He'd given up on secrecy and professional decency two hours before noon, drawing the line at squirming in his chair as his arse put up a tantrum at the whole notion of sitting, conference calls, and paperwork."
Notes: Thank you once again to the lovely
fififolle for the beta. Sorry this chapter is a bit late! End of semester hooha has been a bit wack! I hope you enjoy! There will be one more part after this!
Tinder Dry - Chapter 4
He supposed it had to be a first. The formidable James P. Lester left dumbstruck and mute, rendered completely, and unrepentantly speechless in the wake of just a few simple words. Because honestly? He had nothing. No witty quip or scathing rejoinder. No perfectly timed comment or easy barb. Just… nothing.
He cleared his throat, all too aware of how the sound carried. Trying at the very least, to buy himself some time as he drained the rest of his glass. Idly entertaining everything from causing a scene to stuttering out some sort of inane reply as his mind worked furiously, trying to work his way out of the ginormous, gaping hole he'd somehow dug himself into. But in the end all his half panicked musings proved for naught, because by the time he looked up they were already moving.
Because before he could even process the movement, Becker's hand was wrapping around the glass. Rough edged tips ghosting across his knuckles as the younger man spirited the glass out of his suddenly nerveless fingers. …Oh.
"I'll have you know that tag-teaming is grossly unfair," he managed to quip, pleased in spite of himself when his voice remained remarkably steady. A feat worthy of note in his opinion, especially considering the fact that Becker had used his momentary distraction to his advantage. Now tugging at his braces and weaving unrepentantly through the grey, charcoal silk as the man's free hand curled around the nape of his neck.
He found himself suddenly hyper aware of everything around him, the growing heat of the room, the fading burn of Talisker mellowing in the back of his throat. Even the sensation of those dry, callous roughened hands ghosting through his short brown hair was enough to make his heart all but skip a beat. Getting stuck on the way the soldier's fingers were carding through his hair, mussing the immaculately styled strands as though the younger man had been waiting all this time to do just that.
But when the soldier's fingers rasped across his scalp he nearly hissed, an impassioned growl building in the back of his throat as he tempered down the urge to reciprocate. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek as Becker's hands grew bolder still. Tugging and teasing at the strands as the man mouthed a kiss along the base of his throat, adding just a hint of teeth for flavour before he pulled away. Full lips wet and rouged with abuse as the man's lower lip caught between his teeth. Canines flashing wolfishly in the low light before Quinn moved, upsetting the shadows until it looked as though the action had been no more than a trick of the light.
The hair on the back of his neck prickled.
"Oh I don't know about that… James," Quinn purred, forearms brushing against his shoulder as he leaned in. "I seem to remember that you gave both of us more than a run for our money last night," he rasped, chuckling into the curve of his throat as one, wide palmed hand dug into the knots of his shoulder blades.
He found himself completely unable to stifle a pleasured groan as the man's hands winged across a particularly tender spot, all but leaning into the touch now as Becker hemmed him in from the other side.
"You can write a disciplinary memo about it tomorrow," Becker murmured, dropping down to his knees without preamble as he crowded him back into the depths of the settee.
"Don't-…don't think I won't," he shot back, voice mock stern as Quinn muffled a laugh into his skin, his head dipping down to nibble on his earlobe as Becker made short work of the remaining buttons of his shirt. Parting the sides the man's blunt fingers moved down and dug into the muscles of his thighs, so close to his already straining cock that he had to squeeze his eyes shut, the sensations almost too much as the two men worked in tandem.
His nerve endings felt like they were on fucking fire.
And that was the moment when he realised that he was still just sitting there, hands clenching the armrests of his chair like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. …Just taking it. And in spite of it all, the corners of his lips twitched at the very thought. Because confusion and uncertainly aside, that just would not stand. A Lester didn't do passive anymore than he did surrender.
So, it was with that thought in mind that he figured a bit of debauchery was par for the course. Surprising both of them when his arm shot up, fisting a hand into Quinn's hair as he brought the man in for a blistering kiss. Wrenching him down and taking the brunt of the man's weight as Quinn's arms fish-tailed for balance. Limbs going pleasure limp and pliable as the taller man all but melted into him. ..Yes..Like that.
But after a few lingering, and indeed quite conflicted moments he pushed them both away, insistent at least in this as he rose from his chair. Letting the flat of his palms rest against their chests for a few lingering moments before he moved away, fingers trailing rather deliberately down the length of their muscled chests and fluttering navels as the two men breathed hard in his wake. Because if he knew one thing for certain, it was that he was getting too damned old to spend another night on the bloody floor.
"How about we do something novel and try doing this horizontally for a change?" he breathed, tone losing most of its snap as Quinn's hands ghosted down his spine. Breaths going husky and rough edged as the taller man nibbled blunt edged kisses into his skin, fingers hooking around his loosened collar as Becker's hands fumbled with the front of his trousers.
"You didn't seem too concerned about that last night when you-mmph!" Becker began, eyes still dancing with laughter as he lurched up and shut the man up with a brutal kiss.
But it wasn't just any kiss. He hooked the man in by the neck and licked his way into the younger man's mouth like he owned it, only releasing him when they were both shuddering and panting for breath, causing Becker to stumble back into Quinn's eager arms, wanton and deliciously pliable as his gaze went half lidded, licking the edges of his lips like he was chasing the taste of him across the span of his lips.
Bloody hell.
It took a while to get there, but when they made it to the threshold of the bedroom things got a bit… heated. With lingering kisses turning into hard presses and fingers that played for keeps. And before he knew it he was sent tumbling backwards, falling back on the mattress with a surprised grunt as Becker and Quinn quickly followed.
It was so much like the night before that he had to bark a grudging laugh into the rumpled sheets. His chin caught on the curve of someone's hip as Quinn and Becker piled on top of him, stifling their own laughter as relieved chuckles slowly melted back down into pleasured hums and drawn out groans of pleasure.
He lost patience then, unsnapping buttons and pulling down zips as he cursed under his breath. He couldn't seem to rid them of their clothes fast enough. Fingers all but shaking as he yanked off half shucked jumpers and stubborn fastenings, struggling with his trousers until Quinn batted his hands away.
His trousers pooled down the bed, getting trapped somewhere around his ankles as Becker shifted, man-handling himself on top as the soldier's hand curled around the waistband of his shorts and tugged. Drawing him in with a slow and undeniably sensual kiss as Quinn's fingers dug into the younger man's coarse brown hair. The action elicited a passionate little hiss as Becker bucked into the arch of his groin on impulse, seeking the same delicious friction as he met the man halfway.
Christ that was good!
Somewhere in between the haze of skin and rolling pleasure he pushed his way up from the bottom of the pile, rolling Quinn underneath him without a second thought, as he licked a path from neck to navel, nipping at the man's small, dusky nipples just to hear the ginger man mewl before arcing downwards. His senses felt all but electric as he raked a hand down the length of the taller man's chest. Grunting in pleasure as Becker curled in from behind, adjusting to the new dynamic with apparent ease.
Quinn just hummed his approval, hips arching up the same time as Becker leaned forward. Doubling the stimulation as his brain nearly short circuited. Because suddenly he was very much aware of the heavy brush of the man's cock against his arse, of the pain-pleasured way that Becker's blunt tips were raking across his skin, fingers scoring outwards like he was relearning the way. Pressing open mouthed kisses into the vulnerable dip of his shoulder, unsightly scar and all, as a string of half muffled nonsense streamed from his spit-slick lips.
Christ, how did people live through these types of affairs without suffering from bloody heart failure!
"Are you ever not in control?" Quinn chuckled, lashes fluttering as his hips tilted upwards, rubbing himself against him in a way that had him biting his lip. Meeting the taller man's smouldering eyes stare for stare before he captured the man's lips in a blistering kiss.
"Do you ever shut you gob?" he shot back, pulling back only when he'd satisfied himself with rendering the man momentarily speechless.
"…Good point," the man finally returned. Amused chuckles suddenly breaking off into a strangled hiccup as his fist curled around the man's length. Stroking him with deliberate slowness as Quinn cursed, eyes going half lidded as he fisted the sheets. Messy hair sticking up in chaotic, fire red spikes as the man thumped the back of his head into pillows.
He'd planned on drawing it out, on making the quirky redhead squirm and beg. But he lost his composure somewhere in between the eighth downward stroke and one of Quinn's throaty, unabashed moans. With the man thrusting up into each stroke as pre-cum slicked his head, easing the glide as he worked the man over with the curl of his palm.
He lost it because Becker suddenly moved behind him, shifting impossibly closer as an unexpectedly slick finger ghosted down the length of his crack like an unvoiced question. He sucked in a strangled breath of air as the soldier's hands curled around the jut of his hip, their new position bringing the younger man's cock level with his arse as the man throbbed against him.
He actually heard the sudden intake of breath as the man's hips hitched forward, smearing pre-cum across his naked cheeks the same moment as Quinn pressed a tube of lube into his nerveless fingers. Limbs flailing for a long, awkward moment as the ginger haired man turned over, fixing him with a smouldering and undeniably expectant look as he gazed back over his shoulder at him. …The man's desires all too clear.
Oh god… He felt like the air in the room had suddenly been napalmed. They wanted to do it like this? …Together? Fucking hell..
He breathed in raggedly, reality slamming back down like a crushing weight. …Good lord. They were really going to do this… They were really going to-
But he didn't even get a moment to finish that thought, because by then they were all over him. Because their mouths were hot and slick and he couldn't keep it together. Not this time. Because he was shaking and gasping against their lips, losing and finding himself all at the same time as Becker did his best to all but climb up the length of him. Making him feel like he was smack in the middle of a push-pull tug-of-war when Quinn wrapped his arms around him from underneath. Senses exploding at the stimulation as large hands palmed the arch of his hip, digging into the lean muscles of his forearms and whispering across the sensitive skin of his chest as the man urged him on. Curses and endearments free falling from the ginger man's lips like offerings at some obscure, little known alter.
He leaned forward, switching his weight to his forearms as his spine arched, hitching thoughtlessly into the press as Becker's slick hand scorched down the length of his cleft. Hips snapping forward on instinct alone as his cock inadvertently slipped between the redhead's cheeks, riding the crease as the taller man shivered underneath him, making him expel a pent up breath at the sound of Quinn's desperate whine.
He only had about a hundred and one different questions. Namely where did they go from here? And where in the bleeding hell did that tube of lube even come from? But he didn't get to ask any of them. Instead his mind was enveloped by grey-hewn static, struck dumb at the tentative, butterfly press as Becker's fingers brushed against his hole. Conscious thought abruptly fleeing as he nearly forgot how to breathe.
"Relax Lester," Becker muttered. Patient yet eager all at the same time as the man traced the fluttering ring of his hole, body clenching and unclenching in response to the man's attentions.
"Just, christ.. Get on with it," he gasped, forgetting all about his usual, aloft calm as one of Becker's fingers sunk in to the first knuckle.
"Cheeky," Quinn hummed. Voice half muffled in the pile of pillows as the man squirmed into the sheets. All but writhing under his ministrations as he rimmed his slick fingers around the circumference of the red head's freckled hole.
"Like you're in any position to talk Quinn," he snapped, too distracted to actually pay the man any mind as his eyes focused on the point where both his index and middle finger were disappearing into the man's hole. He bit his lip, breaking skin in the process as the man moaned out a stream of slurred consonants and broken off vowels. His cock throbbed, eyes fixed on the way the man was just taking it, him. Insides slick and furnace hot as the man pushed back into his hands, demanding, wanton, and completely distracting as Becker pressed in from behind once more.
"Relax…" the younger man rumbled, breaths gusting across the shell of his ear as the solider reached underneath him and teased his hand across his sack. The touch gentle, firm, and reassuring all at once.
So he did just that. Going by his gut and a single night of half remembered experiences, he learned as he went. Filing away every quiver, every pitching noise and inadvertent thrust as Quinn came apart under his hands. Breaths devolving into harsh pants as Quinn's hips hitched off the bed, bearing down on his fingers like the man just couldn't get enough. Body pleading wordlessly as the man seemed to lose his grasp on the English language completely.
And for his part, he had to admit that he squirmed at the burn, shifting restlessly at the uncommon stretch that no amount of lube or preparation could negate. Forcing himself to relax even as Becker's calloused fingers scissored inside of him. Free hand raking down his side like a distraction as the younger man pressed sloppy kisses into his spine. Working him over until the man had him so blissed out that he barely even registered the introduction of the third finger.
So perhaps that was why he was caught completely off guard when Becker's fingers curled. Hooking inside him just so as static blurred across the edge of his vision. The sensation was electrifyingly obscene. Sending any lingering traces of propriety and reserve flying right out the bloody window as a broken off moan of pleasure hissed out from between his tightly clenched teeth.
Jesus…Fuck!
Buoyed with confidence he did the same with Quinn, fighting the rolling waves of pleasure, before he lost it completely. Sinking his teeth into the man's flank to muffle his groans as Quinn hissed out a strangled moan, clenching around his fingers like bloody vice as he brushed against the man's prostate.
Christ… This. Yes.
Because god help him, but he wanted it all, damn the consequences. Nothing had ever seemed more clear, more simple. He didn't know how to explain it, how to justify it, or to even begin to make sense of the hows, wheres, and whys. He just knew…
He wanted to savour every moment, to remember it in a way he hadn't been able to the last time. But before he could slow the pace, before he could even so much as verbalise it, he was suddenly encompassed on all sides. Body taking over where his brain had stalled as he eased into Quinn with one long, easy stroke, bottoming out the same moment Becker parted his cheeks and entered him from behind. Connecting them together in a way he was certain there wasn't a single word in the entire history of the human language that was adequate enough to rightly express.
…And somewhat understandably, that was also the moment where he stopped thinking entirely…
A/N: Oops I lied again, one more installment after this to wrap it up! The epilogue was just too awkward to include in this section. Hope you enjoy!
On to Chapter 5
Back to Chapter 3