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rainbowfic2014-06-21 12:48 pm
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Twilight 3: do this
Author: Kat
Title: do this
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Twilight 3 (Spume)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (this may be my first time writing explicit sex with two men), glitter ("The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new." – Socrates), novelty beads ("The only joy in the world is to begin." - Cesare Pavese), pastels (cottoncandy_bingo: sex)
Word Count: 3808
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hector needs to blow off some steam, and Theo is happy to be blown.
Warnings: graphic sex.
Notes: I am going away for the weekend, to a friend's wedding! So have some smut to tide you over until I get back. I'm not sorry about the puns in the summary and color.
Theo heard the phone ringing through his front door.
He cursed, fumbled for his keys, dropped his briefcase and his groceries, and finally managed enough coordination to unlock the door, barrel inside, and snatch the handset off its charging station before the answering machine picked up.
"Hello?" he asked, and okay, maybe he sounded a little breathless.
There was a pause, and then Hector said, "Theo?" in a tone that suggested he'd just been distracted from something. "I wasn't sure you'd be home."
Theo smiled automatically at his boyfriend's voice. "Just got in. What's up?" He headed back to the front door, picked up his groceries, and nudged his briefcase inside with his foot.
"Can I come over?" Hector's voice was devolving into annoyance. "It's been a hell of a day and I... just want to see you."
A quick glance at his apartment revealed no confidential material lying around, no piles of laundry or dirty dishes—Theo would have to take the trash out, but there wasn't anything else his neat-freak boyfriend would feel compelled to clean up. He didn't think.
"Sure," he said, and deposited the groceries on the counter. "I'll even cook. And by cook, I mean order a pizza, because I'm fried."
Hector paused again, then asked, "Too fried for company? Don't feel obligated. This really isn't a big deal."
"I'm not that fried," Theo said. "Just can't be bothered to make dinner. Pepperoni on your half?"
"Please," Hector said, "I'll be there in twenty minutes," and hung up.
Theo grinned helplessly at the handset, then hit speed dial number three. The pizza place knew him by now. He probably wouldn't even need to specify.
--
Hector arrived hot on the pizza guy's heels—Theo was just walking away from the door to put the pizza down when his buzzer sounded. He grinned again (he couldn't help it, Hector did that to him) and reversed direction to buzz Hector in, then opened his apartment door just a crack. He put the pizza on the table, threw his wallet after it, and went to the cabinets to get plates. He dithered over drinks for a minute before deciding to just go for a beer. If Hector wanted something stronger, he knew where Theo's liquor cabinet was.
Behind him, the door swung open. He turned around, beers in hand, and smiled at Hector. "Hey, I just got—" He shut up.
Hector was absolutely expressionless, his eyes alive and glittering, but the rest of his face blank. He stared at Theo, his hands twitching open and closed by his sides, his whole body still. He didn't go still like that, he was always moving at least his hands, ruffling Theo's hair or drumming on his thigh or stroking his back, something, unless...
"Are you okay?" Theo asked, suddenly wary.
Hector stared at him for another moment, and then said, "I really don't want to talk about it."
"...okay," Theo said. "What do you want, then?"
"To fuck you over your kitchen table," Hector said, and he lost track of his mind for a minute.
It must have shown on his face, because Hector actually cracked a smile, then said, "If that's all right with you."
Abruptly, Theo became aware of the bottles of beer chilling his hands. He set them down carefully on the half-inch of uncluttered kitchen counter, and said, "Uh, yeah. That sounds... yeah." Then his brain re-engaged, and he added, "But not on the table. That's unsanitary."
"So come here," Hector said, and he went.
The door slammed shut when Theo's back hit it. Hector dug a hand into his hair and dragged his head back, then bit his neck, just over his adam's apple. Theo yelped at the sting and couldn't help bucking his hips forward, just a bit—damn, Hector was already hard.
"Been waiting for this?" he asked, groping at the front of his boyfriend's pants.
Hector groaned into his skin, and bit again, harder. "Gonna mark you," he said—no, growled. "Gonna show everyone you're mine."
Turtlenecks at school for the next few days, then. Thank goodness it was winter. "Yeah?" he asked, and grabbed a double handful of Hector's ass, grinding their hips together. "Gonna show me off?"
Hector barked a laugh from the vicinity of Theo's shoulder, where he'd just finished worrying another hickey into Theo's skin. Theo was suddenly very grateful he'd changed into a t-shirt. "Skinny white boy like you? You'll be showing me off, chiquito."
Theo snorted. "Just for that, you're not getting a blowjob."
"That's okay," Hector said, "because you are."
He dropped to his knees, undid the button of Theo's jeans, and yanked them down to his knees without regard for niceties like unzipping them. Theo hissed as the denim scraped along his legs, and then swore when Hector put his open mouth on the bulge in his underwear and mouthed along the length of his cock. Theo wound his hands into Hector's thick dark hair and did his level best not to thrust.
Hector pulled off, his hand massaging Theo's cock, and asked, "You want to fuck my mouth? You can."
"Not with my goddamn underwear on." Hector was circling his thumb around the head of Theo's cock, and the feeling of cotton and warmth and pressure was so good, so good, but God, Hector's mouth would feel so much better... "Did I mention I still have my underwear on?"
"I can tell," Hector said, innocent as a bird, and flicked his thumb.
Theo yelped, his hips stuttering forward. "You're a horrible person and I hate you," he gasped.
Hector just laughed, and went back to making the wet spot on Theo's underwear that much larger.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, I seriously mean it," Theo choked out, too many minutes later. If he didn't get his underwear off soon something bad was going to happen.
"Then you wouldn't get to come," Hector pointed out, but he stood up anyway, braced his forearms against the door on either side of Theo's head and kissed him, deep and filthy.
"That assumes," Theo began, and got kissed again. This time Hector shoved a hand up his t-shirt and pinched his nipple, not hard, but it sent a jolt of heat down his spine and straight to his cock. If he hadn't been hard before— Hector let up on his mouth for a second, and he gasped out, "That assumes I get to come at all."
Hector cupped his cheek for a moment, traced the arch of his cheekbone with a thumb, then dropped that hand and spread it out against the bulge in Theo's underwear. "Don't you ever shut up?"
"Thought you liked my mouth open," he said, and yelped when Hector pinched his nipple again.
"I like all of you," Hector said softly, the words and the tone in odd contrast with his hand rubbing rough against Theo's cock. "Whatever way you are. Can I fuck you now?"
"Jesus Christ," Theo said, and banged his head back against the door. "Jesus Christ, I thought you'd never ask. Please."
Hector let go of him abruptly, and he stumbled forward, jeans around his knees, t-shirt around his armpits, feeling thoroughly debauched and yet not debauched enough. "What... what the hell..."
"Lock the door," Hector said, and yanked his shirt off over his head.
Theo locked the door.
He scrambled out of his jeans and kicked his underwear across the room, clawed his t-shirt over his head and threw it after his underwear. And Hector—god damn him, how did he move so fast? Hector was leaning stark naked against the wall, hard and leaking, idly stroking himself and watching Theo with a strange little half-smile on his face.
"What?" Theo asked.
"Just... you," Hector said, and crooked his free hand. "Come here."
Theo went, and almost immediately found himself bent over the crappy little card table he used as a desk, Hector's chest warm and weighty against his back. His chest hair tickled, and Theo might have said something if it weren't for Hector's hands, one around his cock, the other teasing at his entrance, and all he could do was thrust his hips back and forth, caught between sensations, the card table shaking with every movement.
Thank fuck he'd put last night's grading away when he finished. No way in hell he was going to hand back a paper after he came on it.
Then Hector pulled his hands away.
Theo whined, and tried to chase after both of them at once, which must have been amusing to watch since he was pretty sure his hips had done some funky things. But... but. "Hector!"
"Shh," Hector said, and traced the dip of his spine down to the rise of his ass, pausing just at the edge. "Lube in the bedside table?"
"Same as always," Theo said, and folded his arms, laid his head on top of them. He felt a little less urgent, now, knowing that he'd get what he wanted, and he liked watching Hector walk away from him, liked watching his ass move and his cock sway and knowing that cock would be balls-deep in him soon.
He shivered at the thought, and the card table shivered with him. Hm. Maybe a change of venue...?
Too late, Hector was back, cool slick fingers nudging into him. Theo let out a long groan and pressed his head against his arms, desperate all over again.
"You like that?" Hector asked. Theo moaned, emphatically. "Good. You're gorgeous when you're like this, all needy. You like it when I finger you?"
Theo wouldn't have said anything, except Hector stopped, and showed no signs of continuing unless he got an answer. "Yes! Yes, I like it, I fucking love it, so don't stop."
Hector laughed and bent over him, his fingers still maddeningly still. "I'll stop whenever I want," he said, breath hot across the nape of Theo's neck. "I'll do whatever I want to you and you're gonna lie there and take it, because you love it. You can't get enough of me."
"No," he said, desperately, and arched backwards, Hector's forest of chest hair brushing over his back, tickling. "No, I can't, it's never enough, please, give it to me."
"Well, since you ask so nicely." Hector kissed the back of his neck, and pushed his fingers just a little deeper.
Theo moaned again, and pressed his hot face into his folded arms, hips bucking involuntarily with every push and drag of Hector's fingers. Thank God, he thought distantly, or whoever was responsible for good sex, that the card table stopped at his waist, because he'd be doing some serious damage to his cock otherwise the way he was humping the air. Hector knew it, too, the asshole; he was laughing into Theo's neck.
He only laughed harder when he brushed a finger against Theo's prostate and dragged a muffled scream out of him. His free hand wandered up Theo's side, bumping over his ribs then stroking over his chest, and then Hector pinched his nipple hard and bit the nape of his neck and hit his prostate all at the same time and Theo had to bite into his upper arm to keep from coming right then and there.
"Fuck," he gasped, when he had a little control back. He was going to have a bruise tomorrow. "Hector, if you don't fuck me now it's game over, I mean it."
Hector hummed, and licked a broad stripe over the bitemark on Theo's neck. "You think you're ready?"
Theo wiggled his hips experimentally, felt Hector's fingers shift and curl inside him. Maybe not quite ready, but he wouldn't get hurt, he'd just be sore and he wanted so badly to be fucked that he didn't really think it mattered right now. "I'm good," he said. "Come on, fuck me, that's why you came over, isn't it?"
To his brief surprise, Hector didn't respond to that, or at least not in words; he did pause a moment, then press a tender, open-mouthed kiss to the spot he'd bitten. Then he pulled his fingers out.
Theo whimpered at the loss—he couldn't help it—but then Hector's cock was in him, just the tip because Hector was a fucking tease, and that was so much better he whimpered again and pushed back, trying for more and now, turning his head blindly against his arms.
Hector put both hands on his hips and held him still with infuriating ease. "Tsk, tsk," he murmured, his breath ghosting over Theo's ear. He kissed the soft spot just below Theo's earlobe. "Take a little time, gorgeous. Let me fuck you like you deserve, nice and slow."
"Don't want slow," Theo whined, wiggling as much as he could. "Want hard, Hector, please..."
"In a minute," and how the fuck was he keeping his cool? Theo was ready to come, like, yesterday and here was Hector pressing in a millimeter at a time, hands steady on Theo's hips, muttering filthy words into his ear. In Spanish.
Theo didn't understand enough Spanish to know what exactly Hector was saying—though he could pick out the gist—but it really didn't matter. Not in that tone of voice. He put his head down against the table and whined.
"Give me your hands," Hector said, unexpectedly in English, and Theo was surprised enough that he just did it, unfolded his arms and let Hector grab hold of his wrists, fold them behind his back and push his face against the table. And that was... Jesus, hotter than he expected, everything about Hector was hot but the way he was doing this, excruciatingly slow, taking complete control and just... fuck. He couldn't think.
But he knew one thing that always worked.
"Por favor," he gasped, and Hector swore and Jesus God yes gave him everything.
Theo dropped his head to the table and bit back a few choice words of his own.
"All right there?" Hector asked breathlessly, mouthing kisses across his shoulderblades.
"Fucking perfect," he said, and twisted back as far as he could, tilting his chin up, hoping for a kiss.
Hector obliged, his mouth moving soft over Theo's, and for just a second everything was deep and honey-sweet. Then he pulled out, glacially slow, his hand still locked around Theo's wrists.
Then, because Hector was a fucking tease, he eased just the tip of his cock back in.
"God, Hector, please," Theo blurted. "Please, I thought you said you wanted to fuck me!"
"You're so impatient," Hector said, laughing, and not moving. "One of these days I'm just going to tie you up and tease you for hours. Put a gag in that smart mouth, just make you lie there and take it, take anything I want to do to you."
Theo thought about saying something about his ability to do anything but take it while being bent over a table with his wrists behind his back, but it was too hard to put the sentence together, so he moaned instead, hitching backwards.
Hector leaned over, scattering kisses along Theo's back, and doing so slipped a little further inside. Theo moaned again, this time in relief, and turned his head against the table, squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his cheek against the smooth laminate. His face felt so hot, he must be bright fucking red by now. "Please, don't..."
Hector laughed against his back, nearly soundless. "Someday. Not today. Are you ready for this?"
Theo opened his eyes and glared at-- well, not Hector, the angle was all wrong, he was actually glaring at the wall, but close enough. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you actually asking me that question? Quit screwing around."
"Anything you say," Hector said, amusement plain in his voice. He let go of Theo's wrists and wrapped an arm around Theo's shoulders, bracing himself. Theo curled upwards, bracing his own arms against the table, and got a quick kiss for it, warm against the corner of his mouth.
Then Hector, as requested, quit screwing around.
Some of Theo's ex-boyfriends had the idea that good sex meant just sort of banging away and hoping good things happened, with maybe a reacharound or a blowjob after. And yeah, it worked, but it wasn't exactly... well.
He'd expected the same with Hector, before they started having sex. By now he knew better.
Hector going all out meant not slow, exactly, but steady, and hard, right where Theo wanted it. It meant Hector mouthing along his shoulders, the back of his neck, nipping at his ears and jaw. It meant a hand on his cock—sometimes—and sometimes a hand on his balls, and sometimes just a hand on his hand, holding on, bracing each other.
Tension built, winding down his spine, muscles contracting in his back and belly and groin. Theo put his head down and groaned.
Hector licked a stripe up the back of his neck, blew on it, then leaned close to whisper in his ear, chest pressed to his back. "All right there?"
"Close," Theo managed, clutching at the edge of the table.
"Come on my cock?" Hector murmured, his breath hot on Theo's ear. "Or I could jack you."
"Just—let me," and he twisted his hips just a little, just enough. Hector's next thrust caught him right on the prostate, and he screamed and squirmed and came.
Hector, considerately, waited just long enough for him to catch his breath before he pulled out and flipped him over, folding his legs up to his shoulders. The card table groaned as it took his full weight, and Theo opened his mouth to protest, but just then Hector drove back in and all his breath punched out of him, left him gasping. Much more of this, and he'd have to...
But Hector's hips had started to stutter, which meant he was close, his breath catching and his head dropping towards Theo's chest. Theo reached up and pulled his head down to kiss him hard, biting at his lip.
Hector's hands tightened on his hips until he thought he would bruise. He groaned into Theo's mouth, and then the hot rush of his orgasm caught up and he slumped down onto Theo's body, panting.
Theo just lay there for a minute or two, staring at nothing in particular, waiting for his heartbeat to calm down a little before he even tried moving. Of course, when he did try moving, Hector mumbled something that sounded like an objection, and the card table creaked, alarmingly loud.
"Sorry, babe," he said, and flopped his hand over onto Hector's back. "We have to move. I think we killed my table."
Hector left a vague kiss on the arch of his collarbone, apologetic. "Sorry. Needed you."
Theo smiled at the ceiling, and combed a hand through Hector's dark hair. "We could have gone to bed," he suggested, though without any real feeling. "It's literally six feet away."
"Because your apartment is shit," Hector muttered into his chest.
"Yes, dear," Theo said, because they'd had this conversation, and patted his back. "Come on. Can't lie here all night, and we could use a shower. Up, up, up."
"Make me."
Theo looked up at the ceiling for a second, and then said, "You know you just said that to a guy with six siblings."
"Fine," Hector said, and pushed off his chest. "Fine. I'm up."
--
Afterwards, when Theo had finally coaxed Hector into bed—they had detoured into the shower, which was a mistake, because Hector had pinned Theo against the shower wall and fucked him again and he had to sit for quite some time tomorrow, which was going to be problematic now—he propped his head up on one arm and asked, "Do you still not want to talk about it?"
Hector blew air noisily through his nose, and said, "It would probably be a good idea, but, no, I'd rather not. No point dragging you down too." He rolled over and pressed his face against Theo's arm for a moment, then added, "Hey, when are you moving out of this shithole?"
It was a studio apartment, not a shithole, and Theo wondered if he should bother pointing it out for the fifteenth time. Probably not. "Don't know. My lease turns month-to-month in June, but I won't do any moving until July." Assuming he moved at all.
"Why... oh, school year," Hector said. "Okay. Well. You... you don't like this neighborhood, do you?"
Theo shrugged the shoulder he wasn't leaning on. "I don't mind it exactly. Not since you taught me all those Spanish swearwords."
Hector grinned. "My pleasure. But seriously. If you did move."
"I probably won't. Can't afford rent anywhere else." He eyed Hector curiously. "Where are you going with this?"
Hector took a deep breath and flopped onto his back. "I was wondering. If. Well. I have this really nice apartment. You know, you've been there. And... I can afford the rent on my own, but it's kind of tough. And."
Theo blinked. "Hector," he said, interrupting, since it didn't seem like Hector was getting anywhere on his own. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Maybe?" Hector said, and then he gulped in another deep breath. "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Oh," Theo said, and flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
His mother, God rest her soul, would have said it was about time, after nearly two years of dating (twenty-two months, three weeks, and four days, but who was counting). Actually most of his family thought they should be engaged by now, never mind the legalities or lack thereof. But Hector, wonderful, darling, anal-retentive and terrified Hector, liked to take things slow, wouldn't kiss him until the third date and wouldn't fuck him until nearly three months in, and if he was asking...
The last thing Theo wanted to do was rush him. But Hector was asking.
He thought about Hector's apartment, big and sun-warmed, and the wide comfortable bed he'd joked about stealing. Then he thought about Hector, snoring when he lay on his back, shuffling around the apartment in the mornings making coffee. He thought about sharing a bathroom again, and a bedroom for the first time since he'd left college; about having more than one room for the first time since he'd left home. He thought about sleepy cuddling at night, kissing with morning breath, all the little complaints and spats and the thousand adjustments that came with living together.
"Do you need some time to think?" Hector asked. He pressed a kiss to Theo's shoulderblade, then added, "I don't need an answer right now. You can have all the time you want."
"Nah," Theo said, and rolled over. "Let's do this."
Title: do this
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Twilight 3 (Spume)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (this may be my first time writing explicit sex with two men), glitter ("The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new." – Socrates), novelty beads ("The only joy in the world is to begin." - Cesare Pavese), pastels (cottoncandy_bingo: sex)
Word Count: 3808
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hector needs to blow off some steam, and Theo is happy to be blown.
Warnings: graphic sex.
Notes: I am going away for the weekend, to a friend's wedding! So have some smut to tide you over until I get back. I'm not sorry about the puns in the summary and color.
Theo heard the phone ringing through his front door.
He cursed, fumbled for his keys, dropped his briefcase and his groceries, and finally managed enough coordination to unlock the door, barrel inside, and snatch the handset off its charging station before the answering machine picked up.
"Hello?" he asked, and okay, maybe he sounded a little breathless.
There was a pause, and then Hector said, "Theo?" in a tone that suggested he'd just been distracted from something. "I wasn't sure you'd be home."
Theo smiled automatically at his boyfriend's voice. "Just got in. What's up?" He headed back to the front door, picked up his groceries, and nudged his briefcase inside with his foot.
"Can I come over?" Hector's voice was devolving into annoyance. "It's been a hell of a day and I... just want to see you."
A quick glance at his apartment revealed no confidential material lying around, no piles of laundry or dirty dishes—Theo would have to take the trash out, but there wasn't anything else his neat-freak boyfriend would feel compelled to clean up. He didn't think.
"Sure," he said, and deposited the groceries on the counter. "I'll even cook. And by cook, I mean order a pizza, because I'm fried."
Hector paused again, then asked, "Too fried for company? Don't feel obligated. This really isn't a big deal."
"I'm not that fried," Theo said. "Just can't be bothered to make dinner. Pepperoni on your half?"
"Please," Hector said, "I'll be there in twenty minutes," and hung up.
Theo grinned helplessly at the handset, then hit speed dial number three. The pizza place knew him by now. He probably wouldn't even need to specify.
--
Hector arrived hot on the pizza guy's heels—Theo was just walking away from the door to put the pizza down when his buzzer sounded. He grinned again (he couldn't help it, Hector did that to him) and reversed direction to buzz Hector in, then opened his apartment door just a crack. He put the pizza on the table, threw his wallet after it, and went to the cabinets to get plates. He dithered over drinks for a minute before deciding to just go for a beer. If Hector wanted something stronger, he knew where Theo's liquor cabinet was.
Behind him, the door swung open. He turned around, beers in hand, and smiled at Hector. "Hey, I just got—" He shut up.
Hector was absolutely expressionless, his eyes alive and glittering, but the rest of his face blank. He stared at Theo, his hands twitching open and closed by his sides, his whole body still. He didn't go still like that, he was always moving at least his hands, ruffling Theo's hair or drumming on his thigh or stroking his back, something, unless...
"Are you okay?" Theo asked, suddenly wary.
Hector stared at him for another moment, and then said, "I really don't want to talk about it."
"...okay," Theo said. "What do you want, then?"
"To fuck you over your kitchen table," Hector said, and he lost track of his mind for a minute.
It must have shown on his face, because Hector actually cracked a smile, then said, "If that's all right with you."
Abruptly, Theo became aware of the bottles of beer chilling his hands. He set them down carefully on the half-inch of uncluttered kitchen counter, and said, "Uh, yeah. That sounds... yeah." Then his brain re-engaged, and he added, "But not on the table. That's unsanitary."
"So come here," Hector said, and he went.
The door slammed shut when Theo's back hit it. Hector dug a hand into his hair and dragged his head back, then bit his neck, just over his adam's apple. Theo yelped at the sting and couldn't help bucking his hips forward, just a bit—damn, Hector was already hard.
"Been waiting for this?" he asked, groping at the front of his boyfriend's pants.
Hector groaned into his skin, and bit again, harder. "Gonna mark you," he said—no, growled. "Gonna show everyone you're mine."
Turtlenecks at school for the next few days, then. Thank goodness it was winter. "Yeah?" he asked, and grabbed a double handful of Hector's ass, grinding their hips together. "Gonna show me off?"
Hector barked a laugh from the vicinity of Theo's shoulder, where he'd just finished worrying another hickey into Theo's skin. Theo was suddenly very grateful he'd changed into a t-shirt. "Skinny white boy like you? You'll be showing me off, chiquito."
Theo snorted. "Just for that, you're not getting a blowjob."
"That's okay," Hector said, "because you are."
He dropped to his knees, undid the button of Theo's jeans, and yanked them down to his knees without regard for niceties like unzipping them. Theo hissed as the denim scraped along his legs, and then swore when Hector put his open mouth on the bulge in his underwear and mouthed along the length of his cock. Theo wound his hands into Hector's thick dark hair and did his level best not to thrust.
Hector pulled off, his hand massaging Theo's cock, and asked, "You want to fuck my mouth? You can."
"Not with my goddamn underwear on." Hector was circling his thumb around the head of Theo's cock, and the feeling of cotton and warmth and pressure was so good, so good, but God, Hector's mouth would feel so much better... "Did I mention I still have my underwear on?"
"I can tell," Hector said, innocent as a bird, and flicked his thumb.
Theo yelped, his hips stuttering forward. "You're a horrible person and I hate you," he gasped.
Hector just laughed, and went back to making the wet spot on Theo's underwear that much larger.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, I seriously mean it," Theo choked out, too many minutes later. If he didn't get his underwear off soon something bad was going to happen.
"Then you wouldn't get to come," Hector pointed out, but he stood up anyway, braced his forearms against the door on either side of Theo's head and kissed him, deep and filthy.
"That assumes," Theo began, and got kissed again. This time Hector shoved a hand up his t-shirt and pinched his nipple, not hard, but it sent a jolt of heat down his spine and straight to his cock. If he hadn't been hard before— Hector let up on his mouth for a second, and he gasped out, "That assumes I get to come at all."
Hector cupped his cheek for a moment, traced the arch of his cheekbone with a thumb, then dropped that hand and spread it out against the bulge in Theo's underwear. "Don't you ever shut up?"
"Thought you liked my mouth open," he said, and yelped when Hector pinched his nipple again.
"I like all of you," Hector said softly, the words and the tone in odd contrast with his hand rubbing rough against Theo's cock. "Whatever way you are. Can I fuck you now?"
"Jesus Christ," Theo said, and banged his head back against the door. "Jesus Christ, I thought you'd never ask. Please."
Hector let go of him abruptly, and he stumbled forward, jeans around his knees, t-shirt around his armpits, feeling thoroughly debauched and yet not debauched enough. "What... what the hell..."
"Lock the door," Hector said, and yanked his shirt off over his head.
Theo locked the door.
He scrambled out of his jeans and kicked his underwear across the room, clawed his t-shirt over his head and threw it after his underwear. And Hector—god damn him, how did he move so fast? Hector was leaning stark naked against the wall, hard and leaking, idly stroking himself and watching Theo with a strange little half-smile on his face.
"What?" Theo asked.
"Just... you," Hector said, and crooked his free hand. "Come here."
Theo went, and almost immediately found himself bent over the crappy little card table he used as a desk, Hector's chest warm and weighty against his back. His chest hair tickled, and Theo might have said something if it weren't for Hector's hands, one around his cock, the other teasing at his entrance, and all he could do was thrust his hips back and forth, caught between sensations, the card table shaking with every movement.
Thank fuck he'd put last night's grading away when he finished. No way in hell he was going to hand back a paper after he came on it.
Then Hector pulled his hands away.
Theo whined, and tried to chase after both of them at once, which must have been amusing to watch since he was pretty sure his hips had done some funky things. But... but. "Hector!"
"Shh," Hector said, and traced the dip of his spine down to the rise of his ass, pausing just at the edge. "Lube in the bedside table?"
"Same as always," Theo said, and folded his arms, laid his head on top of them. He felt a little less urgent, now, knowing that he'd get what he wanted, and he liked watching Hector walk away from him, liked watching his ass move and his cock sway and knowing that cock would be balls-deep in him soon.
He shivered at the thought, and the card table shivered with him. Hm. Maybe a change of venue...?
Too late, Hector was back, cool slick fingers nudging into him. Theo let out a long groan and pressed his head against his arms, desperate all over again.
"You like that?" Hector asked. Theo moaned, emphatically. "Good. You're gorgeous when you're like this, all needy. You like it when I finger you?"
Theo wouldn't have said anything, except Hector stopped, and showed no signs of continuing unless he got an answer. "Yes! Yes, I like it, I fucking love it, so don't stop."
Hector laughed and bent over him, his fingers still maddeningly still. "I'll stop whenever I want," he said, breath hot across the nape of Theo's neck. "I'll do whatever I want to you and you're gonna lie there and take it, because you love it. You can't get enough of me."
"No," he said, desperately, and arched backwards, Hector's forest of chest hair brushing over his back, tickling. "No, I can't, it's never enough, please, give it to me."
"Well, since you ask so nicely." Hector kissed the back of his neck, and pushed his fingers just a little deeper.
Theo moaned again, and pressed his hot face into his folded arms, hips bucking involuntarily with every push and drag of Hector's fingers. Thank God, he thought distantly, or whoever was responsible for good sex, that the card table stopped at his waist, because he'd be doing some serious damage to his cock otherwise the way he was humping the air. Hector knew it, too, the asshole; he was laughing into Theo's neck.
He only laughed harder when he brushed a finger against Theo's prostate and dragged a muffled scream out of him. His free hand wandered up Theo's side, bumping over his ribs then stroking over his chest, and then Hector pinched his nipple hard and bit the nape of his neck and hit his prostate all at the same time and Theo had to bite into his upper arm to keep from coming right then and there.
"Fuck," he gasped, when he had a little control back. He was going to have a bruise tomorrow. "Hector, if you don't fuck me now it's game over, I mean it."
Hector hummed, and licked a broad stripe over the bitemark on Theo's neck. "You think you're ready?"
Theo wiggled his hips experimentally, felt Hector's fingers shift and curl inside him. Maybe not quite ready, but he wouldn't get hurt, he'd just be sore and he wanted so badly to be fucked that he didn't really think it mattered right now. "I'm good," he said. "Come on, fuck me, that's why you came over, isn't it?"
To his brief surprise, Hector didn't respond to that, or at least not in words; he did pause a moment, then press a tender, open-mouthed kiss to the spot he'd bitten. Then he pulled his fingers out.
Theo whimpered at the loss—he couldn't help it—but then Hector's cock was in him, just the tip because Hector was a fucking tease, and that was so much better he whimpered again and pushed back, trying for more and now, turning his head blindly against his arms.
Hector put both hands on his hips and held him still with infuriating ease. "Tsk, tsk," he murmured, his breath ghosting over Theo's ear. He kissed the soft spot just below Theo's earlobe. "Take a little time, gorgeous. Let me fuck you like you deserve, nice and slow."
"Don't want slow," Theo whined, wiggling as much as he could. "Want hard, Hector, please..."
"In a minute," and how the fuck was he keeping his cool? Theo was ready to come, like, yesterday and here was Hector pressing in a millimeter at a time, hands steady on Theo's hips, muttering filthy words into his ear. In Spanish.
Theo didn't understand enough Spanish to know what exactly Hector was saying—though he could pick out the gist—but it really didn't matter. Not in that tone of voice. He put his head down against the table and whined.
"Give me your hands," Hector said, unexpectedly in English, and Theo was surprised enough that he just did it, unfolded his arms and let Hector grab hold of his wrists, fold them behind his back and push his face against the table. And that was... Jesus, hotter than he expected, everything about Hector was hot but the way he was doing this, excruciatingly slow, taking complete control and just... fuck. He couldn't think.
But he knew one thing that always worked.
"Por favor," he gasped, and Hector swore and Jesus God yes gave him everything.
Theo dropped his head to the table and bit back a few choice words of his own.
"All right there?" Hector asked breathlessly, mouthing kisses across his shoulderblades.
"Fucking perfect," he said, and twisted back as far as he could, tilting his chin up, hoping for a kiss.
Hector obliged, his mouth moving soft over Theo's, and for just a second everything was deep and honey-sweet. Then he pulled out, glacially slow, his hand still locked around Theo's wrists.
Then, because Hector was a fucking tease, he eased just the tip of his cock back in.
"God, Hector, please," Theo blurted. "Please, I thought you said you wanted to fuck me!"
"You're so impatient," Hector said, laughing, and not moving. "One of these days I'm just going to tie you up and tease you for hours. Put a gag in that smart mouth, just make you lie there and take it, take anything I want to do to you."
Theo thought about saying something about his ability to do anything but take it while being bent over a table with his wrists behind his back, but it was too hard to put the sentence together, so he moaned instead, hitching backwards.
Hector leaned over, scattering kisses along Theo's back, and doing so slipped a little further inside. Theo moaned again, this time in relief, and turned his head against the table, squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his cheek against the smooth laminate. His face felt so hot, he must be bright fucking red by now. "Please, don't..."
Hector laughed against his back, nearly soundless. "Someday. Not today. Are you ready for this?"
Theo opened his eyes and glared at-- well, not Hector, the angle was all wrong, he was actually glaring at the wall, but close enough. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you actually asking me that question? Quit screwing around."
"Anything you say," Hector said, amusement plain in his voice. He let go of Theo's wrists and wrapped an arm around Theo's shoulders, bracing himself. Theo curled upwards, bracing his own arms against the table, and got a quick kiss for it, warm against the corner of his mouth.
Then Hector, as requested, quit screwing around.
Some of Theo's ex-boyfriends had the idea that good sex meant just sort of banging away and hoping good things happened, with maybe a reacharound or a blowjob after. And yeah, it worked, but it wasn't exactly... well.
He'd expected the same with Hector, before they started having sex. By now he knew better.
Hector going all out meant not slow, exactly, but steady, and hard, right where Theo wanted it. It meant Hector mouthing along his shoulders, the back of his neck, nipping at his ears and jaw. It meant a hand on his cock—sometimes—and sometimes a hand on his balls, and sometimes just a hand on his hand, holding on, bracing each other.
Tension built, winding down his spine, muscles contracting in his back and belly and groin. Theo put his head down and groaned.
Hector licked a stripe up the back of his neck, blew on it, then leaned close to whisper in his ear, chest pressed to his back. "All right there?"
"Close," Theo managed, clutching at the edge of the table.
"Come on my cock?" Hector murmured, his breath hot on Theo's ear. "Or I could jack you."
"Just—let me," and he twisted his hips just a little, just enough. Hector's next thrust caught him right on the prostate, and he screamed and squirmed and came.
Hector, considerately, waited just long enough for him to catch his breath before he pulled out and flipped him over, folding his legs up to his shoulders. The card table groaned as it took his full weight, and Theo opened his mouth to protest, but just then Hector drove back in and all his breath punched out of him, left him gasping. Much more of this, and he'd have to...
But Hector's hips had started to stutter, which meant he was close, his breath catching and his head dropping towards Theo's chest. Theo reached up and pulled his head down to kiss him hard, biting at his lip.
Hector's hands tightened on his hips until he thought he would bruise. He groaned into Theo's mouth, and then the hot rush of his orgasm caught up and he slumped down onto Theo's body, panting.
Theo just lay there for a minute or two, staring at nothing in particular, waiting for his heartbeat to calm down a little before he even tried moving. Of course, when he did try moving, Hector mumbled something that sounded like an objection, and the card table creaked, alarmingly loud.
"Sorry, babe," he said, and flopped his hand over onto Hector's back. "We have to move. I think we killed my table."
Hector left a vague kiss on the arch of his collarbone, apologetic. "Sorry. Needed you."
Theo smiled at the ceiling, and combed a hand through Hector's dark hair. "We could have gone to bed," he suggested, though without any real feeling. "It's literally six feet away."
"Because your apartment is shit," Hector muttered into his chest.
"Yes, dear," Theo said, because they'd had this conversation, and patted his back. "Come on. Can't lie here all night, and we could use a shower. Up, up, up."
"Make me."
Theo looked up at the ceiling for a second, and then said, "You know you just said that to a guy with six siblings."
"Fine," Hector said, and pushed off his chest. "Fine. I'm up."
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Afterwards, when Theo had finally coaxed Hector into bed—they had detoured into the shower, which was a mistake, because Hector had pinned Theo against the shower wall and fucked him again and he had to sit for quite some time tomorrow, which was going to be problematic now—he propped his head up on one arm and asked, "Do you still not want to talk about it?"
Hector blew air noisily through his nose, and said, "It would probably be a good idea, but, no, I'd rather not. No point dragging you down too." He rolled over and pressed his face against Theo's arm for a moment, then added, "Hey, when are you moving out of this shithole?"
It was a studio apartment, not a shithole, and Theo wondered if he should bother pointing it out for the fifteenth time. Probably not. "Don't know. My lease turns month-to-month in June, but I won't do any moving until July." Assuming he moved at all.
"Why... oh, school year," Hector said. "Okay. Well. You... you don't like this neighborhood, do you?"
Theo shrugged the shoulder he wasn't leaning on. "I don't mind it exactly. Not since you taught me all those Spanish swearwords."
Hector grinned. "My pleasure. But seriously. If you did move."
"I probably won't. Can't afford rent anywhere else." He eyed Hector curiously. "Where are you going with this?"
Hector took a deep breath and flopped onto his back. "I was wondering. If. Well. I have this really nice apartment. You know, you've been there. And... I can afford the rent on my own, but it's kind of tough. And."
Theo blinked. "Hector," he said, interrupting, since it didn't seem like Hector was getting anywhere on his own. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Maybe?" Hector said, and then he gulped in another deep breath. "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Oh," Theo said, and flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
His mother, God rest her soul, would have said it was about time, after nearly two years of dating (twenty-two months, three weeks, and four days, but who was counting). Actually most of his family thought they should be engaged by now, never mind the legalities or lack thereof. But Hector, wonderful, darling, anal-retentive and terrified Hector, liked to take things slow, wouldn't kiss him until the third date and wouldn't fuck him until nearly three months in, and if he was asking...
The last thing Theo wanted to do was rush him. But Hector was asking.
He thought about Hector's apartment, big and sun-warmed, and the wide comfortable bed he'd joked about stealing. Then he thought about Hector, snoring when he lay on his back, shuffling around the apartment in the mornings making coffee. He thought about sharing a bathroom again, and a bedroom for the first time since he'd left college; about having more than one room for the first time since he'd left home. He thought about sleepy cuddling at night, kissing with morning breath, all the little complaints and spats and the thousand adjustments that came with living together.
"Do you need some time to think?" Hector asked. He pressed a kiss to Theo's shoulderblade, then added, "I don't need an answer right now. You can have all the time you want."
"Nah," Theo said, and rolled over. "Let's do this."
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So.
Amazing.
Totally.
Worth it.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I must mop up my comical anime nosebleed.
ALSO WORTH IT.
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Is there more of these two characters specifically you could recommend I find? :D
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As for stories: there's two specifically about them, Monday Morning and Snore, and then they have sections in Fertility and Shades and Flavors. But that's it, I haven't written very much about them at all.
That will change.
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