FIC: I can't stop losing you (Band of Brothers)
Title: I can’t stop losing you
Pairings/Characters: Skip/Malarkey
Rated: M
Word Count: 1,203
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote anything for BoB since GenKill burst onto my screen, but I watched a few episodes over the past couple of nights and felt compelled to write this :D It’s a smutty AU. It was supposed to be fluffy, but apparently not xD Comments are love. Cross posted at Camp_Toccoa
I can’t stop losing you
Malarkey stretched out on the rumpled sheets of the bed, a small smile touching his lips, eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face. He was naked, other than the pair of boxers barely covering his hips, exposing a trail of red hair spiralling from a toned stomach.
Skip was sat beside him, naked, leaning against the wall with a cigarette hanging from between his lips as his fingers traced up and down Malarkey’s arm, brushing over firm muscle. It was quiet in the dark hotel room, the blinds shut and the smoke of the cigarette circling the air above them. Don opened his eyes, before stretching with a lazy grin. ‘I think we’ve outstayed our welcome.’
‘Yeah; I don’t think the people in the next room were happy at the disturbance.’ Malark laughed, recalling the banging and yells of ‘Shut the fuck up!’ from the room next door. Not that he had cared. He had been preoccupied with our things.
‘We really should start to pack,’ he added, but neither two men made an attempt to move. Skip merely took a drag of the cigarette, going cross-eyed as he watched the smoke pummel from his lips. Don sat up on his elbows, before attempting to heave himself up, but Skip gripped his waist and tugged him back down.
‘You know; we could just stay here?’ he grinned, peppering kisses over Don’s shoulder and neck. Don rested back against him, a small sigh escaping his lips.
‘We have to go back to the real world soon,’ the redhead replied, looking up as Skip gave a small pout.
‘I know. I just wish...’ he gave a small frown. ‘I wish we could just stay here. And let it be like this forever.’ Malarkey smiled, leaning up to catch his lips and the two kissed; a tender, drawn-out kiss. Finally, they broke away and this time, Skip allowed Don to climb off the bed. He cast a look around the room; their clothes were scattered about the floor, take-away cartons littering the table.
There was a creak as Skip slipped off the bed, coming behind Don and nipping lightly on his shoulder. ‘You know... we really don’t have to go yet.’ Malarkey turned, brown eyes meeting Skip’s and noting the mischievous glint there. He was ready to protest, ready to tell his lover that they actually did or the owner would come in and personally chuck them out, but Skip was already pulling him back to the bed, lips pressed demandingly against his.
The bed creaked unnervingly again and Skip pushed Don onto the sheets, hands already going for his boxers. His lips ran a trail down Malarkey’s torso, rolling a nipple between his teeth, flashing the redhead a devious look, before continuing his journey south.
Malarkey’s hips rose to meet an eager mouth and Skip flicked the head with his tongue, a sly smile on his lips. His fingers met a thatch of red hair, before he gripped the base of Don’s manhood. Don watched as the head of his cock disappeared between Skip’s lips, a groan issuing from his throat.
Skip moved his hands, trailing them up Don’s thighs to grip his ass, taking the whole of Don into his mouth as Mal bit his bottom lip, eyes fluttered closed as he fisted the sheets for the second time that morning.
But, Skip didn’t give him the release he would have preferred. Instead, he let go off Don’s dick with a pop! ‘Turn over,’ he demanded and Don did as asked, shifting to kneel on all fours, pressing back against him eagerly. Skip pressed the head of his dick against Malarkey’s entrance and after a moment, he pushed in, going slow, teasing, drawing out the moment and Don groaned, gripping the pillow and murmuring incoherent words. ‘What’s that?’ Skip asked and Don could hear the smile on his lips.
‘Please.’
‘Please what?’
‘Skip!’ the redhead growled.
‘Okay, okay,’ Skip replied, easing himself out before thrusting back into Don. It was hard and fast and a feral growl left the back of Don’s throat, pressing back against him as Skip began to steadily thrust. Pleasure coiled like a spring in Malarkey’s stomach, Skip leaning forward to nibble, bite and kiss his shoulders. The bed rocked and creaked with each powerful thrust, the feel of Skip hitting his pleasure spot each time almost too much for Don.
Skip’s fingers tightened on his sides- a brief warning- and suddenly he was coming, spilling hot inside Don. The bed gave a sudden jerk and heaved, crashing and collapsing onto the floor. Skip yelped, Don’s eyes wide, a cloud of dust escaping the mattress and choking the two. They clambered from the sheets, coughing and checking each other for damages. ‘That was close,’ Skip muttered, looking back at the mess.
‘Skip, we broke the bed.’
‘It’s okay. It’s not our bed.’
‘That’s not the point,’ Malark replied, spinning around as there was a sudden hammering on the door.
‘Shit,’ Skip cursed. ‘Quick, pack!’
‘Open the door!’ someone was yelling, battered their fists on the wood. ‘It’s the owner! Open up!’ They dressed quickly, stuffing whatever they could grab into their case. Skip raced to the window, yanking it open.
‘Skip, we can’t keep doing that,’ Malarkey hissed.
‘Doing what?’
‘Escaping out of windows!’ Skip ignored him, putting the strap of the case around his neck and swinging a leg out the window.
‘I’m counting to three and then I’m knocking the door down! Who knows what you thugs are doing in there!’
‘Hurry up,’ Skip hissed, reaching out to grab the drainpipe, hauling himself across. He began to slow descent down as Don took a deep breath, before also climbing out the window. He reached out to grip the pipe and it shifted under their combined weight.
‘Faster,’ Don called down, as a sudden crash inside the apartment told him that the owner had broken down the door. The pipe shifted again, causing Don’s stomach to roll uneasily. ‘This is so stupid,’ he repeated to himself, praying that he got out of this without a broken neck.
Finally, his feet hit the bottom and the owner leaned out the window, waving a fist and yelling a string of abuse. Skip grabbed Malarkey’s arm and the two raced off down the street, quickly leaping onto a bus before it departed. They hauled their asses into the back seats, breathless from the sudden burst of excitement.
‘You almost got us killed,’ Don scowled, running a hand over his face and sitting back. His red hair was tousled, most of his shirt buttons not even done up. Skip merely gave him a grin and slung an arm over his shoulders.
‘All this exercise will keep you young,’ he shrugged, pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear and tapping Don on the nose with it. ‘And, I didn’t hear your muffled complaints.’ When Don said nothing, except folding his arms over his chest, Skip placed a kiss on his cheek. It fell quiet for a few minutes as they watched the houses and shops pass by. ‘I hear Rome has good beds,’ Skip said thoughtfully after a moment. ‘Very sturdy.’