fic: simple deduction, rdjude, rps (II/II)

[nakannalee]

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"Are you trying to get me drunk?” Robert asked.

They were sitting around Jude’s flat, empty bottles taking up floor space. Jude had seven on his side and Robert had only two.

“Unsuccessfully, it would seem,” Jude admitted. He stretched out on his sofa. Robert was sitting cross-legged on the other, taking stock of the room.

“Like a cat,” Robert said, “when you do that.”

“What?”

Robert imitated to a t, stretching his arms above his head and shook out his shoulders, rolling his neck. “That.” He paused. “Jude?”

“What?”

“You’re staring.”

“Is that… is that my blazer?”

“Last time I checked, yes. The cut’s a little long, but the light pinstripes are nice.” Robert examined the inside temporarily, then rose to his feet, shrugging it off. “You can have it back, if you want.”

“I never let you have it.”

“Well it was assumed that you’d loan it to me. I’ll trade you for something else.”

“Meaning you’ll steal more of my clothes in exchange for returning ones I never willingly gave to you.”

“I like this scarf, for instance,” Robert said. He tilted his head and walked over to Jude.

“You already have one, I believe.”

“But I like this one.” He reached down and clasped the red and black material between his hands. He gave it a small tug and Jude squirmed, feeling it tighten around his neck.

“Something you want to tell me, Jude?” Robert asked. His voice was the same, but it apparently didn’t matter to every nerve in Jude’s body.

Jude pursed his lips and sat up straight, kneeling on the couch. He snatched the scarf from Robert’s hand. He looked at Robert diplomatically.

“If you touch me, you have to fuck me.”

“That’s right to the point.” Robert’s eyes glanced over his face. “Finally.”

“You tease, you put out. Or we’re going to have a problem.”

“You mean you’re going to have a problem.”

Jude grinned, almost harshly. “Don’t sell yourself short, Robert. I can only imagine what you do to yourself while wearing my clothes.”

“Oh, Judesie just grew a spine. I like it.” Robert tugged on the scarf again, using it to pull himself closer. Jude’s face was eye-level with his chest. “And all this time I thought I’d have to seduce you.”

Jude glared up at him. “You take three months to seduce someone? It’s incredible you ever get laid.”

Robert chuckled, low, and Jude fought back the urge to close his eyes.

“You’re spoiled,” Robert said. “You think immediate is better.”

“You beg to differ?”

Robert shrugged, then smirked. “I want you to do the begging tonight. We’ll compare notes afterwards, all right? Sound good?”

Jude cursed beneath his breath, and then Robert’s hands were drifting up his scarf, to his neck, into his hair, and Robert was descending onto him, mouth swallowing his. Robert tasted of Stella and a warm hint of chips. Jude shivered at the prickliness of Robert’s scruff chaffing his skin. He reached around Robert’s waist and slipped at hand under his shirt, scratching at his lower back, then grabbed his ass.

He felt Robert laugh against his lips. Robert shifted, kneeling onto the couch and pulling Jude beneath him. He broke away from the kiss suddenly. Jude gasped, eyes flying open, running across Robert’s reddened cheekbones, black eyes, tongue flashing over his lips. Robert cupped the back of his head, pulling at his hair, and Jude could feel the coolness of his silver wedding band.

“Does she-”

“Do you care?” Robert asked. He paused and Jude tried to remember words, his blood pumping. “We have certain understandings.”

Robert ducked and bit at Jude’s neck, slowly undoing the scarf to reveal more skin to claim.

“I find it hard to believe that that would change your mind,” Robert whispered. He undid the scarf and let it trail over Jude’s face, slowly, before dropping it to the ground. Then he moved his knee between Jude’s legs, which Jude eagerly spread, moaning. Robert pressed against Jude’s groin, pulling back, then pressing again, until Jude was doing all the arching and thrusting.

Again, Robert laughed. Jude almost smacked him.

“I thought you’d talk more during sex,” Robert said.

Jude glared. “This isn’t sex, bloody hell-this is still teasing-”

“Patience,” Robert said, drawing the word out. “You know, if I’m going too slow, you could strip me, too.”

Jude fumbled for Robert’s shirt, but Robert made quick work of it instead, along with his pants and boxers, shucking them off with quick, easy movements. Jude’s brain tried to keep up. Robert’s skin, Robert’s muscle. That cut diving from his hips to his package. His… Jude wasn’t sure if he was breathing or not. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen other men, or didn’t occasionally find men attractive. But to see other naked men and find naked men attractive was an entirely other thing.

And he was afraid he couldn’t just boil Robert down to sex.

“Nice, right?” Robert said. He took himself in his hands, which was enough to make Jude moan again. “He’s feeling a little left out, though. Has been.” Robert cupped Jude through his jeans. “Maybe there’s a friend for him to meet?”

“God, Robert, shut up already,” Jude said. He began unzipping, expecting Robert to take over, but he received only an amused grin in response.

“Fingers not working?”

“Piss off.”

“I was hoping we could fuck off.”

“Well you first, that looks painful,” Jude retorted. Sometimes with Robert, he forgot whether he was supposed to be angry or amused.

As if sensing that, Robert leaned down and kissed him again, hands replacing Jude’s and tugging his jeans down to his thighs. Briefs went next without comment. Jude gasped and snapped his hips as Robert wrapped a hand around him, solid, and began working him up and down.

“Whatever you like,” Robert said. He sucked at Jude’s lower lip and rubbed circles with his thumb over his tip.

Jude clenched the side of the couch. There wasn’t enough room for him to spread his legs as much as he wanted. He glanced down at Robert’s hand, trying to piece together that this was actually happening.

“Jude. Hey, Jude.” Jude felt Robert’s whisper turn to a grin against his ear, but no wisecracking or singing came.  To make sure, Jude slipped another hand between them and ghosted his fingertips over Robert’s length. Robert hissed, jumping beneath Jude’s touch.

Jude flushed, encouraged. “I bet you want my mouth on you.”

“Absolutely. Although I’d hate to interrupt your ability to say dirty things.” Robert gazed at him, considering. “This opens up a whole possibility of nightly phone conversations, you know that, right?”

“I’ll keep my mobile on me.”

“Good. Now…?”

Jude grinned and shoved hard at Robert’s chest. He was clean-shaven, unlike Jude, who clearly contrasted the moment Robert pulled off Jude’s remaining clothes so they were both naked, Jude now on top of Robert and between his legs.

“You win the hair competition,” Robert observed. He paused. “You know if your hairline recedes anymore, you can probably transfer your cornucopia of body hair to the top of your head.”

“Shut up, Robert. Cornucopia?”

“It’s you I want speechless, Jude.”

Jude straightened his shoulders, preening. “You bastard, I will make you entirely inarticulate.”

“Go for it.”

Jude never got the last word. He never would. Slightly annoyed, he ducked and took Robert into his mouth, determined to go all the way. It didn’t even occur to him that he had another man on his tongue, thrusting slowly into his cheeks, down his throat. Jude closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose, feeling the slight tickle of Robert’s hair, the smell of him wanting him. Jude rocked his hips involuntarily, harder when Robert started to groan.

Jude wasn’t down long before Robert was tugging at his hair, telling him to come up. Robert’s face was flushed, like he’d been out running in the London mist or at the gym as Jude had seen a million times, but much more extreme. His eyes were glazed and wild.

Jude sensed that, finally, he’d found what could break him.

He pouted, enjoying Robert’s cracks increase. “I wanted to taste you.”

“Shit, Jude-” Robert wrapped an arm around his shoulders and the other around his waist. He flipped him roughly before Jude even knew what was going on. Then there was the sound of spit and shuffling and Jude realized he still had his jeans clinging to his calves when he felt Robert pushing into him.

Jude yelled and Robert slipped a hand over his mouth, hard at first. Jude whined, muffled, hyperaware of the couch below him, the criss-crossing pattern, how the cushions sank and rose as Robert pushed him forward and eased him back. Jude slammed his eyes shut and tried to steady his breathing. Robert’s hand began sliding away from his mouth but Jude nipped at his fingers in protest. Robert obliged, letting his touch linger. Jude opened his mouth and Robert slipped inside, hovering on his lips and then tongue. Robert thrust his hips abruptly and Jude almost cried out, instead sucking hard on Robert’s fingertips.

Robert kissed the back of his neck. “Easy, here we go. You’re going to feel amazing.”

Jude gasped as Robert buried himself completely. Robert’s fingers left his mouth and shot through his hair, Jude feeling the coolness of his saliva passing over his skin on the way. Robert’s hands met on either side of Jude’s waist and dug in. Jude bit his lip and pushed back until they were resting entirely against one another.

“Good?” Robert gasped.

“Move, will you? Robert, move-”

He did, faster than Jude expected, but less painfully, too. Jude closed his eyes and pictured Robert’s face at the pub, in costume, strangely, on that day they first met. Robert was supposed to convince him to sign on to the movie. Instead that went as a foregone conclusion, and they spent hours discussing the details. How long have Holmes and Watson lived together? How did they meet? What annoying tendencies do they put up with? Then Robert, with that sly grin, asking, “Do you think they ever…?” And Jude, already too deep, because that was just what Robert did to him, saying, “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Robert’s hand wrapped around him, pumping to the same rhythm as his thrusts. Jude wasn’t sure who came first, just that one set the other off, and it was all heat and blur and bodies sticking to one another. He was almost certain Robert bit too hard on his shoulder. Robert squeezed him one last time before collapsing, and Jude cried out, a second burst of burning pleasure rocking him into exhaustion.

***

“You can’t wear that.”

“What? Why?”

It was months later and Robert was standing in Jude’s hotel room. They were just a touch jetlagged, preparing for the Madrid premiere.

“Because the Spanish have higher expectations of style,” Robert said.

“Do they.” Jude glanced down at himself. His brown blazer was paired with a blue t-shirt and jeans.

Robert stood in front of him, arms crossed, in all-black attire with a pink cream tie, and a satin red handkerchief poking out from the breast pocket. “I’m just worried about you being overshadowed by my sharpness tonight, that’s all. A friend looking out for a friend.”

“Is that so.”

“I’m just saying, Judesie, you’re being photographed next to high competition. Look, I brought you a solution. What about this under the blazer?”

Jude inspected the startlingly white dress shirt Robert offered.

“Isn’t that… isn’t that your shirt?”

“Freshly pressed. Trade the jeans for black pants and we’re good to go.”

“I’m not wearing your shirt.”

“Of course you are. Because afterwards I’m going to fuck you while you wear it. Sound like a plan?”

Jude stared at him, a smile starting at one corner of his lips. He reached out and accepted the shirt, running his hands over the sharp cut of the collar. “You just have an eye for this sort of thing, don’t you?”

He pretended not to notice Robert running eyes up and down him. “It’s almost a responsibility at this point,” Robert said. “Come on. Let’s go tell people how incredibly talented I am so we can get back and I can show you.”

They walked out into lights and interviews. Jude stayed near Robert, finding reasons to glance away, look distracted, make Robert circle back to him. Jude smiled at Robert’s hand on that spot on his shoulder, the subtle press of Robert’s waist to his in passing. One of these times, Jude thought, Robert was going to summon up the gall to kiss him in public. Maybe not on his mouth, but definitely his neck, where he already spent time laughing and whispering endearing threats of what was to come.

Cameras popped and flashed, and Jude smiled without any evidence of concern.

end