in which derry gets laid first thing
this started out as commentfic for wrenlet who asked for horny derry, and then it got away from me.... i'm constitutionally incapable of writing a short sex scene, ok? do i need to warn for smut? consider yourselves warned for smut. :D
Derry does not like sleeping in Joy's squat, mostly because he always runs the risk of actually seeing her. He's getting better at tolerating her, but he doesn't think he'll ever learn to like her.
But crashing at the squat with Will means that in the morning, if Derry's a little antsy and a little horny, there's a warm and willing body right there. Or there would be if Will wasn't still asleep.
"Wiiiilllll," Derry whisper-calls in his ear. "Wake up and fuck me."
Will does not wake up. But he's lying on his back, which makes convincing him easy. He even considerately shucked off his jeans last night and slept in his underwear. Derry rubs Will's cock with the heel of his hand and says - louder this time - "I don't want to waste my hard-on...."
Will mumbles something. That seems encouraging. Derry stops rubbing long enough to wiggle out of his pants. "Shouldn't be hard to find someone else in this house to fuck me," he says.
"Not as good as me," Will says, eyes still closed. He grins. "You stopped."
"I had to get my pants off. Are you gonna fuck me or not?"
"Not if you're gonna be all demanding and shit." Will opens his eyes, grabs Derry, rolls them both off the mattress onto the floor, and lands on top.
"Ow," Derry says.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Jesus, yes." Derry pries one of Will's hands off his arm and guides it between them so Will can feel how ready he is. "I must've dreamed about you or something. I woke up and I was hard."
"You mean just being in the same room as me doesn't do that to you?"
"Why are we still talking?" Derry demands. "Take your Jockeys off." He pulls at the waistband of Will's underwear to emphasize his words. Will just grins and kisses him, and by now Derry wants sex too much to care that Will has terrible morning breath.
Not that his is any better.
They manage to get completely naked in short order and Derry's brain picks right now to remind him that hey, he should not be having sex with Will without a condom. Derry is sorely tempted to ignore his brain - Will is naked and warm and hard and kissing his face and moving against him and oh god, of all the things Derry does not want to stop - but the voice sounds a lot like Sil and he can't ignore her.
"Stop," he says, trying to push Will off him long enough to grab the strap of his shoulder bag and pull it closer so he can find a condom in its depths.
"Now you're looking for a rubber?" Will demands. "I'm all ready to go!"
"You slept through me rubbing your dick, you can wait thirty sec - got it." He pulls out a little foil packet, bringing with it a couple of pencils, his phone, and half a pack of gum. He figures they can make do without lube, because he's not going to keep digging through the mess in his bag to find it. He smacks Will's forehead with the condom before handing it over, which makes Will laugh, but more importantly makes Will sit up, rip open the foil, and put the condom on.
Will pumps his cock a couple of times for the hell of it, and probably to hear Derry beg, and then Derry lets his thighs fall open and Will grabs his hips and pushes himself in.
The rug is scratchy and not particularly comfortable under Derry's shoulders and back and ass, but Will is hot and hard inside him and still grinning leaning over him, and he's had sex on worse.
Somewhere on the other side of the door, people are probably waking up and shooting up and who the hell knows, as long as no one comes into the room Derry doesn't care what they do. He's got Will and Will is buried deep inside him, grunting as he thrusts, and it's pretty much exactly what Derry wanted.
He reaches up, hooks his hand behind Will's neck, and pulls Will's face down for a kiss, but Will pushes away and reaches for Derry's cock, pumping hard until Derry bites his lip and shoots over Will's hand. Will is still grinning as he drives himself deeper in Derry's body, and he comes with a groan.
"Wasn't that worth waking up for?" Derry asks, a little breathlessly.
"Dude, sex is always worth waking up for."
"Especially sex with me." Now it's Derry's turn to grin. Will's mouth quirks and he flops forward. He rests his elbows on Derry's shoulders as he tangles his hands in Derry's curly hair.
"Are you going back to Petula's to shower?" he asks.
"That's where my stuff is," Derry tells him. "Yeah."
"Anyone else gonna be there?"
"You want to fuck me in the shower, don't you."
Will just grins. Derry can feel Will's fingers against his skull. He doesn't have to think very hard about this.
"I think they'll all be at work," he says. "You can take your time."
"I'll do you niiiiiice and slow." Will waggles his eyebrows, then pulls out and rolls off and starts getting his clothes together. Derry sits up and shoves the stuff that fell out back into his shoulder bag before getting dressed himself.
Sometimes sex relaxes him to the point he falls asleep afterwards. But morning sex, especially with someone he likes - and someone who likes fucking him - just wakes him up. He feels energized now, ready for work and cleaning Petula's bathroom and whatever else he'll have to do today.
Which includes, apparently, sex in the shower. Which means he'll have gotten laid twice before breakfast, which is the kind of morning he can totally get behind.
Derry does not like sleeping in Joy's squat, mostly because he always runs the risk of actually seeing her. He's getting better at tolerating her, but he doesn't think he'll ever learn to like her.
But crashing at the squat with Will means that in the morning, if Derry's a little antsy and a little horny, there's a warm and willing body right there. Or there would be if Will wasn't still asleep.
"Wiiiilllll," Derry whisper-calls in his ear. "Wake up and fuck me."
Will does not wake up. But he's lying on his back, which makes convincing him easy. He even considerately shucked off his jeans last night and slept in his underwear. Derry rubs Will's cock with the heel of his hand and says - louder this time - "I don't want to waste my hard-on...."
Will mumbles something. That seems encouraging. Derry stops rubbing long enough to wiggle out of his pants. "Shouldn't be hard to find someone else in this house to fuck me," he says.
"Not as good as me," Will says, eyes still closed. He grins. "You stopped."
"I had to get my pants off. Are you gonna fuck me or not?"
"Not if you're gonna be all demanding and shit." Will opens his eyes, grabs Derry, rolls them both off the mattress onto the floor, and lands on top.
"Ow," Derry says.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Jesus, yes." Derry pries one of Will's hands off his arm and guides it between them so Will can feel how ready he is. "I must've dreamed about you or something. I woke up and I was hard."
"You mean just being in the same room as me doesn't do that to you?"
"Why are we still talking?" Derry demands. "Take your Jockeys off." He pulls at the waistband of Will's underwear to emphasize his words. Will just grins and kisses him, and by now Derry wants sex too much to care that Will has terrible morning breath.
Not that his is any better.
They manage to get completely naked in short order and Derry's brain picks right now to remind him that hey, he should not be having sex with Will without a condom. Derry is sorely tempted to ignore his brain - Will is naked and warm and hard and kissing his face and moving against him and oh god, of all the things Derry does not want to stop - but the voice sounds a lot like Sil and he can't ignore her.
"Stop," he says, trying to push Will off him long enough to grab the strap of his shoulder bag and pull it closer so he can find a condom in its depths.
"Now you're looking for a rubber?" Will demands. "I'm all ready to go!"
"You slept through me rubbing your dick, you can wait thirty sec - got it." He pulls out a little foil packet, bringing with it a couple of pencils, his phone, and half a pack of gum. He figures they can make do without lube, because he's not going to keep digging through the mess in his bag to find it. He smacks Will's forehead with the condom before handing it over, which makes Will laugh, but more importantly makes Will sit up, rip open the foil, and put the condom on.
Will pumps his cock a couple of times for the hell of it, and probably to hear Derry beg, and then Derry lets his thighs fall open and Will grabs his hips and pushes himself in.
The rug is scratchy and not particularly comfortable under Derry's shoulders and back and ass, but Will is hot and hard inside him and still grinning leaning over him, and he's had sex on worse.
Somewhere on the other side of the door, people are probably waking up and shooting up and who the hell knows, as long as no one comes into the room Derry doesn't care what they do. He's got Will and Will is buried deep inside him, grunting as he thrusts, and it's pretty much exactly what Derry wanted.
He reaches up, hooks his hand behind Will's neck, and pulls Will's face down for a kiss, but Will pushes away and reaches for Derry's cock, pumping hard until Derry bites his lip and shoots over Will's hand. Will is still grinning as he drives himself deeper in Derry's body, and he comes with a groan.
"Wasn't that worth waking up for?" Derry asks, a little breathlessly.
"Dude, sex is always worth waking up for."
"Especially sex with me." Now it's Derry's turn to grin. Will's mouth quirks and he flops forward. He rests his elbows on Derry's shoulders as he tangles his hands in Derry's curly hair.
"Are you going back to Petula's to shower?" he asks.
"That's where my stuff is," Derry tells him. "Yeah."
"Anyone else gonna be there?"
"You want to fuck me in the shower, don't you."
Will just grins. Derry can feel Will's fingers against his skull. He doesn't have to think very hard about this.
"I think they'll all be at work," he says. "You can take your time."
"I'll do you niiiiiice and slow." Will waggles his eyebrows, then pulls out and rolls off and starts getting his clothes together. Derry sits up and shoves the stuff that fell out back into his shoulder bag before getting dressed himself.
Sometimes sex relaxes him to the point he falls asleep afterwards. But morning sex, especially with someone he likes - and someone who likes fucking him - just wakes him up. He feels energized now, ready for work and cleaning Petula's bathroom and whatever else he'll have to do today.
Which includes, apparently, sex in the shower. Which means he'll have gotten laid twice before breakfast, which is the kind of morning he can totally get behind.