Getting through it by always_been (Kyle/Fish, NC-17)
Title: Getting Through It
Author: always_been
Pairing: Kyle/Fish
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I do not write fic. Like ever. But I'm pretty sure our little fandom can use all it can get. Unbetad just to get it out there so hopefully my mind will be able to concentrate on work again. Written in mid-Atlantic English, no doubt.
Summary: Oliver is more than a little reluctant, not long after New Year's Eve, to hang out with more than just Kyle.
Oliver looked once more in the mirror, wondering for the thousandth time why he had let himself get into this.
It wasn't that he wanted to hide Kyle away like he was ashamed - hadn't he told enough people about them? Hadn't they hung out enough times as a couple with his friends? It was just... that had all been before, before New Year's Eve when 'Kyle&Fish' became so much more than theoretical. And now it seemed so much more complicated to have Kyle come over to watch some romantic old movie that Layla had insisted he would love. Because Fish knew his boyfriend had noticed that suddenly all the time they spent together was at Kyle's place. It wasn't like he had complained - neither of them were really complaining about any part of shutting themselves away in Kyle's little room where basically the only thing to sit on was the bed, but Fish knew the relocation had not gone unnoticed by Kyle.
And, unavoidably, by Cris and Layla. They might be pretty wrapped up in themselves these days, but that did not mean they would not notice the fact that Oliver had slept in his own bed only once since the first of January. It also did not mean they could hide their smirks when Fish came rushing in after work, disappeared into his room and then was back out the front door within 10 minutes.
So when Layla had bumped into he and Kyle at lunch and before Oliver could come up with an excuse been reassured by Kyle that yes, they'd love to come hang out tonight, Oliver's heart had sunk (just a little bit). Because no matter how comfortable he was with being out and proud and stupidly in love his boyfriend, he wasn't sure he was quite ready to sit around with his room-mates trying not to think about the big empty bed through the wall, which he could have already been taking full advantage of. And he knew how tired Kyle would be after a full day at the hospital and how unlikely to move very far after relaxing in front of the TV for a couple of hours.
All of which meant changing after work had suddenly become much more important to Oliver. He couldn't dress up too much - it was a movie and a beer after all, but whenever he put on an old T-shirt and sweats Kyle had taken to wrinkling his nose and and then trying to get Oliver back out of them as soon as possible. Which normally was no bad thing, but normally there was no one else in the room.
Finally looking away from the spot in the mirror he had been vaguely staring at for the last 5 minutes, Oliver shucked his sweatpants and pulled on some jeans that had escaped the gradual pilgrimage to Kyle's place, shoved all the discarded clothes back in the closet and glanced once around the room before wandering back out into the living area.
Cris and Layla were both in the kitchen, putting the final touches to whatever it was they'd decided to make for dinner. Both turned to look at him when Fish emerged, before doing that quick smirk-and-look-away they'd been perfecting.
“What?” Oliver asked them.
“Nothing. Like the jeans. Nice and fitted” Layla responded with just a hint of a laugh.
“I er... I guess they're pretty old. Guess I've been neglecting the gym recently.”
“I guess you've been pretty busy.”
“Yeah” Fish replied, lamely, going to get some plates from a cupboard to cover how uncomfortable this conversation was fast making him. “Smells good. Kyle finished at 6 I think, so he should be here soon.”
“Don't worry man, this won't be ready for 15 more minutes. Grab a beer. I've gotta tell you about this guy who keeps on showing up at Capricorn.” Cris replied, apparently deciding to take pity on his friend and change the subject.
He was still talking about his new customer ten minutes later when the doorbell went. Oliver fought the instinct to jump to his feet and instead made his way to the door in what he hoped was an appropriately controlled fashion, tossing an “I'll get it” over his shoulders that he knew Cris and Layla didn't really need.
It was crazy that he still couldn't open the door to Kyle without grinning like a fool. Luckily, the sight of Oliver seemed to have a similar effect of Kyle.
“Hey”
“Hey” Oliver breathed back, vaguely waving his arm out to encourage his boyfriend in.
His boyfriend who apparently (as usual) was perfectly aware of how much Oliver had been freaking out, and greeted him with a quick grasp of his arm rather than the kiss they would usually have shared. A chorus of 'hey Kyle/ what's up man?/ how was work' was coming from the kitchen, so Oliver just took Kyle's bag from him and went to drop it in his room.
When he returned Kyle already had a beer open and Layla had sat down too, so Fish just grabbed his half drunk bottle and joined them, a totally acceptable distance between him and his boyfriend, while Cris finished cooking and served up onto four plates.
Oliver was surprised to find that it actually was still possible to sit it close proximately to his favourite med student without his body remembering just how close they had been last night, and that he could still participate in conversation without sounding like a moron while Kyle charmed everyone in earshot. The food was good, the company was better, and before long Fish had almost forgotten that tonight was not quite the same as every other night they had hung out as a foursome.
Almost. Until Kyle would start talking in 'we's, or a little bit of sauce would escape his lips and out would dart that ridiculously talented tongue of his, and Oliver would have to take a second to get himself back together, while Kyle flashed him a wicked grin. But really, none of these things could be called bad.
So when they'd all finished eating and Kyle had politely insisted on clearing the plates, replacing empty bottles with full ones and clearing up a little in the kitchen before returning to the sofa, Oliver scooted just that little bit closer to his boyfriend, until he could feel him right next to him, milimetres away from shoulder to ankle, and couldn't resist resting a hand on Kyle's thigh. Meanwhile Layla found the right channel and Cris complained about yet another sappy movie, as if he hadn't cried with the rest of them at the last one.
The movie was good, Oliver had to admit - old fashioned in that slightly charming way without seeming just plain old, with just the right amount of sentimentality. Was even better to be watching it with Kyle drifting off against his shoulder, Cris cracking occasional jokes and Layla filling him in on all the gossip she had picked up at the station, the other couple improbably both fitting into a chair that should really only barely be big enough for one.
Three beers had left him pleasantly relaxed and Fish found himself agreeing to a night out that weekend, telling them about the argument he'd found himself in on New Year's Eve, stumbling to a stop after saying that Kyle had come to apologise. He hoped his friends wouldn't notice that he hadn't exactly explained why he and Kyle had spent almost no time at Ultra Violet even after their argument, but he suspected they would be filling in their own blanks. Which was fine with him, just as long as they didn't actually ask him.
Unfortunately, Cris and Layla were apparently only avoiding uncomfortable questions to a certain point, and as the credits rolled and Layla extricated herself from the chair Cris asked “He staying here?”, gesturing at the now sound asleep Kyle.
“Ummm... I guess, I mean, if that's OK with you guys, cos we can-” Fish stammered.
“Relax man, I don't think he's gonna be going anywhere in a hurry! Was just asking. Want me to grab a blanket or are you gonna wake him?”
“I'll wake him in a minute... just gonna see what's on the news.” Oliver responded, really, really ready to not have other people there all of a sudden.
“Fair enough. Layla, you ready for bed?” Cris called across to where she was dropping the empty bottles in the trash.
“Sure, just grabbing some water” She replied, before returning to grab Cris' hand and drag him off to the room that was quickly becoming theirs.
Oliver picked up the remote and switched to local news, thinking of how easy it was for his room-mates to be a couple in front of him, how easy he had always found it with a woman. He couldn't help but berate himself for feeling so much more uncomfortable when it was a man he was taking to bed with him, even though being with the man dozing against him was the only relationship that had never felt forced. The only relationship that had ever been real for him.
He just had to get through it, he guessed. Do all the things he didn't want to do and once he had done them they wouldn't be so hard the second time. He hoped so anyway. Certainly it had been that way so far - finally saying the words 'I'm gay', remembering how to say 'I love you' and mean it, introducing Kyle as his boyfriend to people at the station. And tonight... tonight had been a lot less stressful than he had been building it up to be. Which was good.
Fish was tired, and his body had never quite lost track of Kyle's proximity. Both made him want to move them through to his bedroom as soon as possible, so he gently nudged the head on his shoulder.
Kyle's eyes blinked open, gazing blearily around and taking his surroundings. “Movie over?” he asked, voice gravelly with sleep.
“Yeah, Layla and Cris just went to bed.”
A grin lit up Kyle's face, and before Oliver knew it his lap was suddenly full of previously docile med student. “Means I can do this” Kyle said, and then their lips came together, quickly falling into a deep kiss. “Been wanting to since I got here.” He added, pulling away for a moment.
“Thanks for holding off until now” Oliver responded with a laugh, as Kyle's kisses trailed down his neck.
“You've been very good tonight. I haven't even seen one deer-in-headlights look from you.” Kyle muttered between kisses.
“Yes, well, Cris and Layla only just disappeared, and unless you want to see one, I suggest we move this to my room. My locked room.”
Kyle snickered, climbed off his boyfriend's lap, reached to shut of the TV and grabbed Oliver's hand, apparently not convinced he could find his own way. And honestly, every time Kyle kissed him like that that, as his voice falling at least an octave, Fish did tend to get a bit dazed. Especially when 5 minutes ago he'd been thinking of how to get his boyfriend from asleep on the sofa to asleep in his bed in as little time as possible. And now... he was pretty sure it would be a little while before Kyle was ready for sleep again, he thought, as he was tugged across the room.
Fish had barely closed his bedroom door and turned the lock before Kyle was back against him, hands seemingly everywhere at once. He turned around to do some grabbing of his own but that got their bodies solid against each other, lined up perfectly, and that produced a moan that Oliver really couldn't be making here.
“Shhhhhhh.....” Kyle whispered against his lips. “Room-mates, remember.”
“Yeah, I'm aware of that but it's hard when...hmmm...” Fish trailed off as Kyle thrust up against him again.
“Where the hell did you get these jeans? Were you intending to get me worked up the moment I walked in the door?” Kyle asked, sliding his hands around to grab handfuls of his boyfriend's ass.
“I... I think the rest are all at your place, these were the only ones I could find.”
“Well much as I appreciate them, I think I like what's underneath better.” Kyle said with a sly smile, quickly moving to pop the button and pull down the zipper, while Fish made quick work of his shirt.
“You not gonna light any candles for me Oliver?” Kyle joked, as he was unceremoniously stripped by his boyfriend.
“My room. No candles. I'm pretty sure you'll put out without them” Fish responded, while dotting kisses on the chest he had just exposed.
“Yeah, I think you're probably in luck there” Kyle responded, pressing their now mostly naked bodies back together.
They kissed some more, hands wandering before Kyle's reached Oliver's waistline and slipping the underwear over his hips, his boyfriend hurrying to return the favour. Kyle reached up for a deep kiss, before pushing forwards, knowing Oliver wouldn't be able to hold back the groan that always escaped on that first contact between their dicks. Their mouths muffled moans from both of them this time, and they scrambled backwards to the bed.
Oliver spread himself across the bed covers, and drew his boyfriend on top of him, loving having the smaller man moving all over him. The first time Kyle had drawn them under the comforter, but Oliver had quickly realised he liked having them on top on it, lights on. He liked being able to see them, being able to see that it was a guy, that it was Kyle, that he was with.
Their mouths came together, tongues slipping in and sliding against each other, and Oliver ran his hands down his boyfriend's back, across his ass and then to the crack he had never dared venture to back in college.
“That where you're heading tonight, Officer Fish?” Kyle asked, face inches away from Oliver's, daring him to look away. Still made Oliver uncomfortable when Kyle called him that, but he knew it turned him on, and Kyle being turned on meant only good things for him. Too good to let himself get distracted with thoughts of what the guys at work would think if they could see him like this.
“Not heading anywhere, just enjoying the scenery.” Fish responded, fighting down a blush.
“Good, cos I have other ideas.” Kyle replied, mouth slipping round to suck on his boyfriend's ear lobe.
“Such as...?”
“Overriding the last person in this bed with you.”
“Huh?”
“Wanna make up for all the lies you told in this bed with Layla.”
“Well... we were actually in her room... what do you mean?” Oliver managed, trying to think straigh but pretty distracted by the work his boyfriend was doing with his tongue.
Kyle stopped what he had been doing and brought his face back round to stare his boyfriend in the eye. But this time, he was the one fighting a blush. “Want my dick up your ass. Want to show just how much of a gay man you are.”
Oliver froze a little bit. They'd actually only tried that once, and good as it had been, usually Kyle was indirect enough with what he wanted so as to not risk a freak out from him.
“That OK with you? I mean... we don't have to, I just-” Kyle continued, trying to take a step back from his bluntness.
“Yes” Oliver let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. “Yes, we can do that.”
“I brought-”
“Don't need 'em. Check the bedside drawer.”
“Guess you were planning to have me here at some point after all!” Kyle said with a smile, pulling out a new tube of lube and packet of condoms.
Oliver grinned back, and it was OK again. Kyle leaned down for a deep kiss and Fish moved his hands up and ran them through his boyfriend's hair, before the kiss broke and Kyle began to work his way down.
“I” Kiss to his jaw.”want” Lick down his neck. “to” Suck to a collarbone. “drive” Swirling tongue around one nipple. “you” Same treatment to the other one, as they hardened and Fish stiffled a groan. “crazy”. Kyle looked up with a grin at his boyfriend, who was breathing pretty heavy, biting on his bottom lip.
“Too late” Oliver responded with a smile, before Kyle put his head back down and really went to work, sliding further down his body, Fish's hard cock rubbing against his stomach and then chest while he trailed kisses down to his belly button before licking in, hand rubbing across the trail of hair that led down further.
After that Kyle's mouth disappeared for a few seconds and Oliver propped himself up on his elbows to see what the hold up was for. Kyle was just looking down at his boyfriend's cock, before leaning back down and licking a broad stripe up the underside as his thumbs stroked over Fish's groin on either side - the narrow bridge of tissue where leg met hip.
Oliver couldn't help the moan that slipped out, or the next one when lick became soft suck over the head, and Kyle reached up to slip a couple fingers into his mouth to stifle more noise. Kyle himself was letting out little noises over the slick sounds of his work and that only made Oliver harder. He bucked up once and the soft rub of the hand left down there became a hard grip, Kyle pulling off with a muttered “careful”.
“Sorry, I just-”
“Yeah” Kyle cut him off with a soft smile, before his head went back down.
Oliver was overwhelmed. Sure he'd had his fair share of blowjobs since college, but he had forgotten, somehow, just how good Kyle was at this. And he was sure Kyle had only got better since then, which - he didn't really want to think about how that had happened, but he was certainly grateful for it. The combination of suction, wet heat, the sounds, and the sight of his boyfriend's cheeks hollowing out as he sucked, saliva slipping out of his mouth, was almost overwhelming. Especially when Kyle risked letting go of Fish's hips to run his hand down and play with his balls instead.
But over the electric sensations Kyle was managing to pull out of him, Fish noticed his boyfriend's hips thrusting into the mattress, little bucks that meant he really, really needed some friction on his dick, and that just wasn't fair. Wasn't fair for Oliver to be in heaven while Kyle was going insane for lack of attention.
So Oliver tugged a little on his boyfriend's hair, and he pulled off, looking pretty damn reluctant to have done so. “What?” Kyle asked, licking his lips.
“Turn around, wanna get my hands on you” Fish answered, voice dropping to almost inaudible.
“You mean...?”
“Swing your legs up here”
“Oliver” Kyle breathed out, sounding slightly stunned.
“You mind?”
“Course I don't”
They maneuvered round, Oliver sliding down the mattress a bit and rolling onto his side, and then that brilliant mouth was back on his cock, and in front of him, just about reachable even with their height difference, was his boyfriend's own cock, already weeping a little.
Oliver was still working on this skill, still remembering what he had learnt on the rare occasions he could be persuaded back in a dorm-room to give Kyle what he was so eager to give Oliver. He still wasn't sure he really liked it, certainly not in the way Kyle clearly did, quick to tell him how much, quick to show him with little noises and the way his mouth would water for it. But he liked the response it got from his boyfriend, and liked the way to his surprise it made him feel powerful instead of weak.
Fish reached forward, wrapping a hand around the cock in front of him, feeling it jerk and a muffled moan come from further down the bed as he did so, and stretch to press his lips against the vein running up the underside. Kyle shuffled even closer to him, which let him run his tongue up to the head, licking at the slit and slipping his mouth around it.
That, apparently, was much appreciated, and in response Fish felt the warmth around his own cock extend all the way to the base. Which was.... kind of indescribably good. He could feel the head touching the back of Kyle's throat, and redoubled his efforts on Kyle, slipping one hand around to hang on to an ass cheek, the other wrapped around the base, squeezing and pulling in time with the shallow bobs of his head.
Pathetic as he thought his work was in comparison to what Kyle was managing, Fish could feel the effect he was having on his boyfriend, could feel the way he was trying to hold himself back from thrusting. All to quickly Oliver felt the balls right by his hand begin to tighten and pull up, at the same time a grasp to his arm from further down his body gave him an extra warning.
Fish pulled right back, tonguing around the head and keeping up the tugs of his hand, and in moments his tongue, his face was covered in shoots of warm, white liquid, while the body beside him quivered. Kyle's mouth moved off of Fish's own cock, which, hey, he could give him a few seconds.
“Oh my God.” Kyle got out, voice low and rough.
“Yeah” Oliver responded, feeling pretty chuffed with himself.
Kyle really did only take a few seconds before putting his mouth back to work, hands reaching out to Fish's hips to tug him over on top of him. Once Oliver was settled, however, the hands stopped holding him and disappeared, and now it was almost impossible to keep himself from thrusting down into that mouth.
“I can't stop myself... so good.” Fish apologised.
Mouth pulled off, and that was not a very popular decision. “Then stop trying” Kyle said, before going back to sucking on the head, mouth loose around Fish's cock.
When Kyle's hands did return, one set of fingers was slick, and when the hell had he managed to get a hold of the lube? Index finger rubbed around Fish's hole for a moment before pushing in, and he couldn't help but buck down into the heat around his cock. Back in college they had (Fish had) never let themselves get this far, and though he had always known that supposedly what gay men did (and a lot of other people, he guessed) was actually enjoyable, he really hadn't got it.
He got it now. One finger had quickly become two, that stretch barely even uncomfortable to him already, and Kyle was curling them forwards and pressing in just the right spot, and Oh God! His hips were torn, trying to thrust down into the hot, wet mouth below him and back onto those brilliant fingers at the same time. The world was closing in and Fish screwed up his eyes and gasped out a “Kyle” in warning. Somehow Kyle managed to nod around the cock in his mouth, and then he hummed and that was it. One more thrust down and he was coming right into that warmth, shaking with it as Kyle found a hand to hold him back a bit.
When everything came back into focus Kyle was stroking Oliver's hip with a hand while he pulled out his fingers as gently as he could and let the softening cock slip from his mouth. Fish collapsed onto his side and Kyle slipped over the side of the bed to grab a T-shirt from the floor to clean them up and to turn out the light, before curling up against him, both of their heads back on the pillows.
“Uh” Oliver managed, and Kyle grinned and leaned forward to lick up the streaks of come that were quickly drying on Oliver's face, before their mouths met. Fish could taste himself on his boyfriend's tongue, and that made his head spin a little.
“Good?” Kyle said as they separated to breathe.
“Christ” Oliver replied with a chuckle. “Sorry you, er, didn't get to do what you wanted.”
Kyle laughed back, kissed him quick and then said: “I think I made my point. Reckon I should start listening to your ideas more often. You think they heard us?”
And then Fish remembered that they were at his place, not Kyle's, and on the other side of the wall were Cris and Layla, and that was maybe too much to think about.
Kyle seemed to realise this, because he curled closer, and kissed the underside of his boyfriend's suddenly frozen jaw, whispering: “Don't worry about it. You hear them often enough. Freak out in the morning if you must. Sleep now”
That seemed like a great idea to Fish, and it definitely was to Kyle because after a brief interlude of activity he seemed to be back to the same state he had been in earlier in the evening. So Oliver just pulled his boyfriend tighter, and let that same peace wash over him that had every night since Kyle had been right there.
He woke up to an empty bed and could hear conversation from the kitchen, so he pulled on some of his abandoned clothes and wandered out. Kyle was sitting there in just boxers... which had to be Oliver's because Kyle would only wear boxer-briefs, and Cris and Layla were stood around drinking coffee shooting him wide, knowing grins when they saw him.
Fish wanted to run away, run from all that was going unspoken between them, but then Kyle turned from his cereal and smiled soft, and somehow it was possible for Fish to move forward instead of back, grunt out 'morning' to his room-mates, brush a hand up his boyfriend's naked back and lean down for a quick kiss, before going to get his caffeine fix.
Yeah, he thought. He definitely just needed to get through it once.
Author: always_been
Pairing: Kyle/Fish
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I do not write fic. Like ever. But I'm pretty sure our little fandom can use all it can get. Unbetad just to get it out there so hopefully my mind will be able to concentrate on work again. Written in mid-Atlantic English, no doubt.
Summary: Oliver is more than a little reluctant, not long after New Year's Eve, to hang out with more than just Kyle.
Oliver looked once more in the mirror, wondering for the thousandth time why he had let himself get into this.
It wasn't that he wanted to hide Kyle away like he was ashamed - hadn't he told enough people about them? Hadn't they hung out enough times as a couple with his friends? It was just... that had all been before, before New Year's Eve when 'Kyle&Fish' became so much more than theoretical. And now it seemed so much more complicated to have Kyle come over to watch some romantic old movie that Layla had insisted he would love. Because Fish knew his boyfriend had noticed that suddenly all the time they spent together was at Kyle's place. It wasn't like he had complained - neither of them were really complaining about any part of shutting themselves away in Kyle's little room where basically the only thing to sit on was the bed, but Fish knew the relocation had not gone unnoticed by Kyle.
And, unavoidably, by Cris and Layla. They might be pretty wrapped up in themselves these days, but that did not mean they would not notice the fact that Oliver had slept in his own bed only once since the first of January. It also did not mean they could hide their smirks when Fish came rushing in after work, disappeared into his room and then was back out the front door within 10 minutes.
So when Layla had bumped into he and Kyle at lunch and before Oliver could come up with an excuse been reassured by Kyle that yes, they'd love to come hang out tonight, Oliver's heart had sunk (just a little bit). Because no matter how comfortable he was with being out and proud and stupidly in love his boyfriend, he wasn't sure he was quite ready to sit around with his room-mates trying not to think about the big empty bed through the wall, which he could have already been taking full advantage of. And he knew how tired Kyle would be after a full day at the hospital and how unlikely to move very far after relaxing in front of the TV for a couple of hours.
All of which meant changing after work had suddenly become much more important to Oliver. He couldn't dress up too much - it was a movie and a beer after all, but whenever he put on an old T-shirt and sweats Kyle had taken to wrinkling his nose and and then trying to get Oliver back out of them as soon as possible. Which normally was no bad thing, but normally there was no one else in the room.
Finally looking away from the spot in the mirror he had been vaguely staring at for the last 5 minutes, Oliver shucked his sweatpants and pulled on some jeans that had escaped the gradual pilgrimage to Kyle's place, shoved all the discarded clothes back in the closet and glanced once around the room before wandering back out into the living area.
Cris and Layla were both in the kitchen, putting the final touches to whatever it was they'd decided to make for dinner. Both turned to look at him when Fish emerged, before doing that quick smirk-and-look-away they'd been perfecting.
“What?” Oliver asked them.
“Nothing. Like the jeans. Nice and fitted” Layla responded with just a hint of a laugh.
“I er... I guess they're pretty old. Guess I've been neglecting the gym recently.”
“I guess you've been pretty busy.”
“Yeah” Fish replied, lamely, going to get some plates from a cupboard to cover how uncomfortable this conversation was fast making him. “Smells good. Kyle finished at 6 I think, so he should be here soon.”
“Don't worry man, this won't be ready for 15 more minutes. Grab a beer. I've gotta tell you about this guy who keeps on showing up at Capricorn.” Cris replied, apparently deciding to take pity on his friend and change the subject.
He was still talking about his new customer ten minutes later when the doorbell went. Oliver fought the instinct to jump to his feet and instead made his way to the door in what he hoped was an appropriately controlled fashion, tossing an “I'll get it” over his shoulders that he knew Cris and Layla didn't really need.
It was crazy that he still couldn't open the door to Kyle without grinning like a fool. Luckily, the sight of Oliver seemed to have a similar effect of Kyle.
“Hey”
“Hey” Oliver breathed back, vaguely waving his arm out to encourage his boyfriend in.
His boyfriend who apparently (as usual) was perfectly aware of how much Oliver had been freaking out, and greeted him with a quick grasp of his arm rather than the kiss they would usually have shared. A chorus of 'hey Kyle/ what's up man?/ how was work' was coming from the kitchen, so Oliver just took Kyle's bag from him and went to drop it in his room.
When he returned Kyle already had a beer open and Layla had sat down too, so Fish just grabbed his half drunk bottle and joined them, a totally acceptable distance between him and his boyfriend, while Cris finished cooking and served up onto four plates.
Oliver was surprised to find that it actually was still possible to sit it close proximately to his favourite med student without his body remembering just how close they had been last night, and that he could still participate in conversation without sounding like a moron while Kyle charmed everyone in earshot. The food was good, the company was better, and before long Fish had almost forgotten that tonight was not quite the same as every other night they had hung out as a foursome.
Almost. Until Kyle would start talking in 'we's, or a little bit of sauce would escape his lips and out would dart that ridiculously talented tongue of his, and Oliver would have to take a second to get himself back together, while Kyle flashed him a wicked grin. But really, none of these things could be called bad.
So when they'd all finished eating and Kyle had politely insisted on clearing the plates, replacing empty bottles with full ones and clearing up a little in the kitchen before returning to the sofa, Oliver scooted just that little bit closer to his boyfriend, until he could feel him right next to him, milimetres away from shoulder to ankle, and couldn't resist resting a hand on Kyle's thigh. Meanwhile Layla found the right channel and Cris complained about yet another sappy movie, as if he hadn't cried with the rest of them at the last one.
The movie was good, Oliver had to admit - old fashioned in that slightly charming way without seeming just plain old, with just the right amount of sentimentality. Was even better to be watching it with Kyle drifting off against his shoulder, Cris cracking occasional jokes and Layla filling him in on all the gossip she had picked up at the station, the other couple improbably both fitting into a chair that should really only barely be big enough for one.
Three beers had left him pleasantly relaxed and Fish found himself agreeing to a night out that weekend, telling them about the argument he'd found himself in on New Year's Eve, stumbling to a stop after saying that Kyle had come to apologise. He hoped his friends wouldn't notice that he hadn't exactly explained why he and Kyle had spent almost no time at Ultra Violet even after their argument, but he suspected they would be filling in their own blanks. Which was fine with him, just as long as they didn't actually ask him.
Unfortunately, Cris and Layla were apparently only avoiding uncomfortable questions to a certain point, and as the credits rolled and Layla extricated herself from the chair Cris asked “He staying here?”, gesturing at the now sound asleep Kyle.
“Ummm... I guess, I mean, if that's OK with you guys, cos we can-” Fish stammered.
“Relax man, I don't think he's gonna be going anywhere in a hurry! Was just asking. Want me to grab a blanket or are you gonna wake him?”
“I'll wake him in a minute... just gonna see what's on the news.” Oliver responded, really, really ready to not have other people there all of a sudden.
“Fair enough. Layla, you ready for bed?” Cris called across to where she was dropping the empty bottles in the trash.
“Sure, just grabbing some water” She replied, before returning to grab Cris' hand and drag him off to the room that was quickly becoming theirs.
Oliver picked up the remote and switched to local news, thinking of how easy it was for his room-mates to be a couple in front of him, how easy he had always found it with a woman. He couldn't help but berate himself for feeling so much more uncomfortable when it was a man he was taking to bed with him, even though being with the man dozing against him was the only relationship that had never felt forced. The only relationship that had ever been real for him.
He just had to get through it, he guessed. Do all the things he didn't want to do and once he had done them they wouldn't be so hard the second time. He hoped so anyway. Certainly it had been that way so far - finally saying the words 'I'm gay', remembering how to say 'I love you' and mean it, introducing Kyle as his boyfriend to people at the station. And tonight... tonight had been a lot less stressful than he had been building it up to be. Which was good.
Fish was tired, and his body had never quite lost track of Kyle's proximity. Both made him want to move them through to his bedroom as soon as possible, so he gently nudged the head on his shoulder.
Kyle's eyes blinked open, gazing blearily around and taking his surroundings. “Movie over?” he asked, voice gravelly with sleep.
“Yeah, Layla and Cris just went to bed.”
A grin lit up Kyle's face, and before Oliver knew it his lap was suddenly full of previously docile med student. “Means I can do this” Kyle said, and then their lips came together, quickly falling into a deep kiss. “Been wanting to since I got here.” He added, pulling away for a moment.
“Thanks for holding off until now” Oliver responded with a laugh, as Kyle's kisses trailed down his neck.
“You've been very good tonight. I haven't even seen one deer-in-headlights look from you.” Kyle muttered between kisses.
“Yes, well, Cris and Layla only just disappeared, and unless you want to see one, I suggest we move this to my room. My locked room.”
Kyle snickered, climbed off his boyfriend's lap, reached to shut of the TV and grabbed Oliver's hand, apparently not convinced he could find his own way. And honestly, every time Kyle kissed him like that that, as his voice falling at least an octave, Fish did tend to get a bit dazed. Especially when 5 minutes ago he'd been thinking of how to get his boyfriend from asleep on the sofa to asleep in his bed in as little time as possible. And now... he was pretty sure it would be a little while before Kyle was ready for sleep again, he thought, as he was tugged across the room.
Fish had barely closed his bedroom door and turned the lock before Kyle was back against him, hands seemingly everywhere at once. He turned around to do some grabbing of his own but that got their bodies solid against each other, lined up perfectly, and that produced a moan that Oliver really couldn't be making here.
“Shhhhhhh.....” Kyle whispered against his lips. “Room-mates, remember.”
“Yeah, I'm aware of that but it's hard when...hmmm...” Fish trailed off as Kyle thrust up against him again.
“Where the hell did you get these jeans? Were you intending to get me worked up the moment I walked in the door?” Kyle asked, sliding his hands around to grab handfuls of his boyfriend's ass.
“I... I think the rest are all at your place, these were the only ones I could find.”
“Well much as I appreciate them, I think I like what's underneath better.” Kyle said with a sly smile, quickly moving to pop the button and pull down the zipper, while Fish made quick work of his shirt.
“You not gonna light any candles for me Oliver?” Kyle joked, as he was unceremoniously stripped by his boyfriend.
“My room. No candles. I'm pretty sure you'll put out without them” Fish responded, while dotting kisses on the chest he had just exposed.
“Yeah, I think you're probably in luck there” Kyle responded, pressing their now mostly naked bodies back together.
They kissed some more, hands wandering before Kyle's reached Oliver's waistline and slipping the underwear over his hips, his boyfriend hurrying to return the favour. Kyle reached up for a deep kiss, before pushing forwards, knowing Oliver wouldn't be able to hold back the groan that always escaped on that first contact between their dicks. Their mouths muffled moans from both of them this time, and they scrambled backwards to the bed.
Oliver spread himself across the bed covers, and drew his boyfriend on top of him, loving having the smaller man moving all over him. The first time Kyle had drawn them under the comforter, but Oliver had quickly realised he liked having them on top on it, lights on. He liked being able to see them, being able to see that it was a guy, that it was Kyle, that he was with.
Their mouths came together, tongues slipping in and sliding against each other, and Oliver ran his hands down his boyfriend's back, across his ass and then to the crack he had never dared venture to back in college.
“That where you're heading tonight, Officer Fish?” Kyle asked, face inches away from Oliver's, daring him to look away. Still made Oliver uncomfortable when Kyle called him that, but he knew it turned him on, and Kyle being turned on meant only good things for him. Too good to let himself get distracted with thoughts of what the guys at work would think if they could see him like this.
“Not heading anywhere, just enjoying the scenery.” Fish responded, fighting down a blush.
“Good, cos I have other ideas.” Kyle replied, mouth slipping round to suck on his boyfriend's ear lobe.
“Such as...?”
“Overriding the last person in this bed with you.”
“Huh?”
“Wanna make up for all the lies you told in this bed with Layla.”
“Well... we were actually in her room... what do you mean?” Oliver managed, trying to think straigh but pretty distracted by the work his boyfriend was doing with his tongue.
Kyle stopped what he had been doing and brought his face back round to stare his boyfriend in the eye. But this time, he was the one fighting a blush. “Want my dick up your ass. Want to show just how much of a gay man you are.”
Oliver froze a little bit. They'd actually only tried that once, and good as it had been, usually Kyle was indirect enough with what he wanted so as to not risk a freak out from him.
“That OK with you? I mean... we don't have to, I just-” Kyle continued, trying to take a step back from his bluntness.
“Yes” Oliver let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. “Yes, we can do that.”
“I brought-”
“Don't need 'em. Check the bedside drawer.”
“Guess you were planning to have me here at some point after all!” Kyle said with a smile, pulling out a new tube of lube and packet of condoms.
Oliver grinned back, and it was OK again. Kyle leaned down for a deep kiss and Fish moved his hands up and ran them through his boyfriend's hair, before the kiss broke and Kyle began to work his way down.
“I” Kiss to his jaw.”want” Lick down his neck. “to” Suck to a collarbone. “drive” Swirling tongue around one nipple. “you” Same treatment to the other one, as they hardened and Fish stiffled a groan. “crazy”. Kyle looked up with a grin at his boyfriend, who was breathing pretty heavy, biting on his bottom lip.
“Too late” Oliver responded with a smile, before Kyle put his head back down and really went to work, sliding further down his body, Fish's hard cock rubbing against his stomach and then chest while he trailed kisses down to his belly button before licking in, hand rubbing across the trail of hair that led down further.
After that Kyle's mouth disappeared for a few seconds and Oliver propped himself up on his elbows to see what the hold up was for. Kyle was just looking down at his boyfriend's cock, before leaning back down and licking a broad stripe up the underside as his thumbs stroked over Fish's groin on either side - the narrow bridge of tissue where leg met hip.
Oliver couldn't help the moan that slipped out, or the next one when lick became soft suck over the head, and Kyle reached up to slip a couple fingers into his mouth to stifle more noise. Kyle himself was letting out little noises over the slick sounds of his work and that only made Oliver harder. He bucked up once and the soft rub of the hand left down there became a hard grip, Kyle pulling off with a muttered “careful”.
“Sorry, I just-”
“Yeah” Kyle cut him off with a soft smile, before his head went back down.
Oliver was overwhelmed. Sure he'd had his fair share of blowjobs since college, but he had forgotten, somehow, just how good Kyle was at this. And he was sure Kyle had only got better since then, which - he didn't really want to think about how that had happened, but he was certainly grateful for it. The combination of suction, wet heat, the sounds, and the sight of his boyfriend's cheeks hollowing out as he sucked, saliva slipping out of his mouth, was almost overwhelming. Especially when Kyle risked letting go of Fish's hips to run his hand down and play with his balls instead.
But over the electric sensations Kyle was managing to pull out of him, Fish noticed his boyfriend's hips thrusting into the mattress, little bucks that meant he really, really needed some friction on his dick, and that just wasn't fair. Wasn't fair for Oliver to be in heaven while Kyle was going insane for lack of attention.
So Oliver tugged a little on his boyfriend's hair, and he pulled off, looking pretty damn reluctant to have done so. “What?” Kyle asked, licking his lips.
“Turn around, wanna get my hands on you” Fish answered, voice dropping to almost inaudible.
“You mean...?”
“Swing your legs up here”
“Oliver” Kyle breathed out, sounding slightly stunned.
“You mind?”
“Course I don't”
They maneuvered round, Oliver sliding down the mattress a bit and rolling onto his side, and then that brilliant mouth was back on his cock, and in front of him, just about reachable even with their height difference, was his boyfriend's own cock, already weeping a little.
Oliver was still working on this skill, still remembering what he had learnt on the rare occasions he could be persuaded back in a dorm-room to give Kyle what he was so eager to give Oliver. He still wasn't sure he really liked it, certainly not in the way Kyle clearly did, quick to tell him how much, quick to show him with little noises and the way his mouth would water for it. But he liked the response it got from his boyfriend, and liked the way to his surprise it made him feel powerful instead of weak.
Fish reached forward, wrapping a hand around the cock in front of him, feeling it jerk and a muffled moan come from further down the bed as he did so, and stretch to press his lips against the vein running up the underside. Kyle shuffled even closer to him, which let him run his tongue up to the head, licking at the slit and slipping his mouth around it.
That, apparently, was much appreciated, and in response Fish felt the warmth around his own cock extend all the way to the base. Which was.... kind of indescribably good. He could feel the head touching the back of Kyle's throat, and redoubled his efforts on Kyle, slipping one hand around to hang on to an ass cheek, the other wrapped around the base, squeezing and pulling in time with the shallow bobs of his head.
Pathetic as he thought his work was in comparison to what Kyle was managing, Fish could feel the effect he was having on his boyfriend, could feel the way he was trying to hold himself back from thrusting. All to quickly Oliver felt the balls right by his hand begin to tighten and pull up, at the same time a grasp to his arm from further down his body gave him an extra warning.
Fish pulled right back, tonguing around the head and keeping up the tugs of his hand, and in moments his tongue, his face was covered in shoots of warm, white liquid, while the body beside him quivered. Kyle's mouth moved off of Fish's own cock, which, hey, he could give him a few seconds.
“Oh my God.” Kyle got out, voice low and rough.
“Yeah” Oliver responded, feeling pretty chuffed with himself.
Kyle really did only take a few seconds before putting his mouth back to work, hands reaching out to Fish's hips to tug him over on top of him. Once Oliver was settled, however, the hands stopped holding him and disappeared, and now it was almost impossible to keep himself from thrusting down into that mouth.
“I can't stop myself... so good.” Fish apologised.
Mouth pulled off, and that was not a very popular decision. “Then stop trying” Kyle said, before going back to sucking on the head, mouth loose around Fish's cock.
When Kyle's hands did return, one set of fingers was slick, and when the hell had he managed to get a hold of the lube? Index finger rubbed around Fish's hole for a moment before pushing in, and he couldn't help but buck down into the heat around his cock. Back in college they had (Fish had) never let themselves get this far, and though he had always known that supposedly what gay men did (and a lot of other people, he guessed) was actually enjoyable, he really hadn't got it.
He got it now. One finger had quickly become two, that stretch barely even uncomfortable to him already, and Kyle was curling them forwards and pressing in just the right spot, and Oh God! His hips were torn, trying to thrust down into the hot, wet mouth below him and back onto those brilliant fingers at the same time. The world was closing in and Fish screwed up his eyes and gasped out a “Kyle” in warning. Somehow Kyle managed to nod around the cock in his mouth, and then he hummed and that was it. One more thrust down and he was coming right into that warmth, shaking with it as Kyle found a hand to hold him back a bit.
When everything came back into focus Kyle was stroking Oliver's hip with a hand while he pulled out his fingers as gently as he could and let the softening cock slip from his mouth. Fish collapsed onto his side and Kyle slipped over the side of the bed to grab a T-shirt from the floor to clean them up and to turn out the light, before curling up against him, both of their heads back on the pillows.
“Uh” Oliver managed, and Kyle grinned and leaned forward to lick up the streaks of come that were quickly drying on Oliver's face, before their mouths met. Fish could taste himself on his boyfriend's tongue, and that made his head spin a little.
“Good?” Kyle said as they separated to breathe.
“Christ” Oliver replied with a chuckle. “Sorry you, er, didn't get to do what you wanted.”
Kyle laughed back, kissed him quick and then said: “I think I made my point. Reckon I should start listening to your ideas more often. You think they heard us?”
And then Fish remembered that they were at his place, not Kyle's, and on the other side of the wall were Cris and Layla, and that was maybe too much to think about.
Kyle seemed to realise this, because he curled closer, and kissed the underside of his boyfriend's suddenly frozen jaw, whispering: “Don't worry about it. You hear them often enough. Freak out in the morning if you must. Sleep now”
That seemed like a great idea to Fish, and it definitely was to Kyle because after a brief interlude of activity he seemed to be back to the same state he had been in earlier in the evening. So Oliver just pulled his boyfriend tighter, and let that same peace wash over him that had every night since Kyle had been right there.
He woke up to an empty bed and could hear conversation from the kitchen, so he pulled on some of his abandoned clothes and wandered out. Kyle was sitting there in just boxers... which had to be Oliver's because Kyle would only wear boxer-briefs, and Cris and Layla were stood around drinking coffee shooting him wide, knowing grins when they saw him.
Fish wanted to run away, run from all that was going unspoken between them, but then Kyle turned from his cereal and smiled soft, and somehow it was possible for Fish to move forward instead of back, grunt out 'morning' to his room-mates, brush a hand up his boyfriend's naked back and lean down for a quick kiss, before going to get his caffeine fix.
Yeah, he thought. He definitely just needed to get through it once.