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Re: FILL: One Night in New York (2/3?)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-17 06:21 am (UTC)(link)Shaun stretched and stepped away from the computer for a moment, then moved towards the kitchen with his long-empty cup. He refilled the kettle and flicked it on, and leaned on the counter as he scrolled through the latest notifications on his phone. It was a quiet night, which wasn't that unusual, though he expected a disturbance at some point since Desmond's sleep was getting irregular; often interrupted, sometimes loudly so.
Someone cleared their throat from the doorway and Shaun glanced up to see Desmond, frowning at him thoughtfully. He was wearing only a loose white t-shirt and the soft sleep pants Rebecca had purchsed for him before he'd arrived. Shaun glanced at the kettle, but the water wasn't boiling just yet, and Shaun realized he had no idea how long Desmond had been there. There was the possibility that it wasn't Desmond who was looking at him like that, and he slid his phone into his pocket immediately.
"Did you need something?," he asked, careful not to call Desmond by name - if he was experiencing a bleed, something like that could have unknowable consequences.
Desmond cleared his throat and shook his head, slightly, eyes becoming a little more focused. "Couldn't sleep," he said, and nodded at the kettle. "Tea?"
"Yeah. You ah, want a cup?," he asked. It was hard not to fidget without his phone in his hands, so he reached for a cup before Desmond answered.
"Sure," Desmond murmured, finally stepping into the kitchen. He looked nervous, or maybe just unsettled, and he stopped at their little table, hands resting along the edge. "So, um, can I ask you a question?," he mumbled, sounding more unsure than Shaun had ever heard him before.
"I can't promise an answer," Shaun replied, because there were some things he was absolutely not allowed to discuss with Desmond, and there were some he simply didn't want to, but barring those subjects, he'd probably answer honestly.
"Have you... have you ever been in New York?," Desmond asked, and Shaun turned to look at him so sharply that the answer was obvious without him having to speak. Desmond nodded. "Yeah, I thought so. Like, more than a year ago, wasn't it? In June?," he pressed, and Shaun just sort of stared, because he hadn't expected this at all. He'd thought Desmond had forgotten, had tried to forget it himself.
"I, uh, yeah, a... there was a.. a mission," he stuttered, but Desmond just kept nodding, gaze sharp and body tense.
"Yeah, only you said your name was David," Desmond bit out, and he actually sounded angry, which was baffling.
"Well, since you told me you were Mike, I don't think you actually get to be angry about that. Oddly enough, I think we both lied for the same reasons. Sort of," he said, with a shrug. "So what do you want?"
"What do I want?," Desmond asked, as if the question made no sense. "What do I want? Shaun, why didn't you say anything?"
"What does it matter? You didn't say anything! Hell, I thought you'd forgotten, I mean, don't you... you know?," he asked, making some sort of nebulous gesture at Desmond's person that apparently infuriated the man.
"Don't I what, Shaun?," Desmond demanded, releasing the table to stalk around to Shaun. He stopped only a few feet away.
"Don't you do that sort of thing often? I mean, you went along so quickly, I just assumed...," he trailed off, but he faltered, because Desmond was only getting angrier.
"You assumed? What, you think I'm some sort of slut?," he all but shouted, and Shaun held his hands up, because as awful as this was, he absolutely did not want to have witnesses. Desmond apparently agreed, however, because his next words came out in a harsh whisper. "What, like I slept with a new person every night? Fuck you, Shaun!"
Shaun almost laughed, inappropriate as it was, because his brain immediately supplied the response of you already have. "Look, how was I to know? I mean, I don't know, it's New York, and you're, y'know," he gestured again, because Desmond had to know he was hot and Shaun didn't want to have to say it, "And it was... I mean...," he trailed off, because telling Desmond that it had been easy seemed like a bad move.
Desmond, however, had no intentions of letting Shaun off the hook. "It was what?," he demanded, and Shaun sighed.
"It was easy, okay?," he asked, and yeah, that sounded a lot worse when he said it out loud, and it had already sounded bad in his head. Desmond looked like he was ready to shift to a whole new level of offended, so Shaun moved quickly to explain. "I don't mean it like that, I just mean, you know, it's usually not. For me. To have someone, ah, interested," he explained, and Shaun could feel the tips of his ears heating up, knew the rest of his face would soon follow.
Desmond just stared at him for a long time, long after Shaun had broke the gaze because he already felt awful about his assumption now, despite the fact that it had seemed to make the most sense only a few moments before. Desmond relaxed after a moment, though, and laughed quietly. "Yeah,I can see why you'd think that," he said. Shaun wanted to bristle, to defend himself, but that didn't feel quite right here.
"Look, I... y'know, I'm sorry. It was... I don't usually do that sort of thing, and it was mostly Rebecca's idea, and I'm still shocked that it worked." He glanced up at Desmond; most of the anger seemed to have drained from him. "Why... why didn't you say anything? Before?," he asked, and Desmond sighed.
"You were, y'know, a little... you weren't as sober as I knew you should have been. I felt like maybe I took advantage, and if you didn't remember it, I wasn't going to call you out in front of the girls," he said, and Shaun frowned. Suddenly, Desmond's anger made sense, because Shaun hadn't been one hundred percent sober, sure, but he hadn't been incapacitated.
"You didn't take advantage," he murmured. "Desmond, even if I'd never have gone for it on my own, I.. I definitely wanted to." Shaun flushed even further, and he wasn't going to remind Desmond of how eager he'd been once they were in his hotel room. It wasn't that he was embarrassed or regretful, just that he'd been really enthusiastic, and okay, maybe that was a little embarrassing, now. He'd been tipsy enough to be shameless with a total stranger, and he'd really, really liked it.
But Desmond smiled, slow and sincere. "Really? Why wouldn't you have? Gone for it, I mean. I was certain I'd been pretty obvious all night," he murmured, stepping closer, and Shaun swallowed.
"What?," he croaked, because this sudden turn made no sense to him. He couldn't parse Desmond's sly grin, his inviting expression.
"The drinks, the come-ons, the attention I made sure to pay you. Obvious. If you'd been paying attention, that is," he said, and Shaun frowned again, because maybe, yeah, okay, looking back he could kind of see it, but at the time, he'd laughed when Rebecca had said the same thing that very night.
"You...so you do...," he trailed off, because he couldn't finish that sentence. Desmond clearly remembered, after all, but the other option, to suggest that he was still interested seemed presumptuous, despite current evidence to the contrary.
"Yes, Shaun, I do," Desmond replied, stepping that last bit closer. "So, I guess I have an offer of my own. We could do again, probably more than once, if you're still interested." Shaun made a choked sort of noise, because Desmond was practically flush against him at this point, and yes, Shaun was still interested. Definitely still interested. "Or, we can keep pretending it didn't happen. You didn't come to New York, I didn't buy your drinks, we didn't go to your hotel room," he whispered, voice dropping as he leaned closer, lips all but brushing Shaun's ear, "You didn't suck me off against the door and I didn't fuck you through your mattress," he breathed, and Shaun actually whimpered at that, shuddering slightly as every ounce of blood in his body rushed south. Desmond pulled back suddenly, all that lean warmth sudddenly gone, and he smiled like he hadn't just sent Shaun's pulse skyrocketing with only a few words and the press of his body. "Didn't happen," Desmond said, spreading his arms. "But I'm just saying, if you want it to, you know where to find me." Desmond grinned then, all confident invitation, and sauntered out of the kitchen, towards the room that held his bed. Which... was the animus room, and that meant if they did do this, there'd be no hiding it. No forgetting or pretending.
Shaun didn't even hesitate.
Re: FILL: One Night in New York (2/3?)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-17 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: One Night in New York (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-19 06:31 am (UTC)(link)Shaun caught up to Desmond before the man had made it halfway to his bed in the big room. "Wait," he said, and Desmond stopped and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. Shaun stopped a few feet from him and just stared at him a moment. "I don't," he began, then shook his head. "I don't want to pretend it didn't happen," he said firmly. Desmond stepped closer to him, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips and Shaun flushed a little, because he might have fixated on them a bit, back then and now. "I want," he said, and stopped there, because it said everything, didn't it? "I want," he repeated and the smile appeared fully on Desmond's face at that.
"You do, hmmm?," Desmond asked, placing his hands on Shaun's hips and waiting. He didn't pull Shaun closer, like Shaun had expected. "What exactly do you want?," he murmured. "I like it best when you tell me," Desmond admitted with a wicked grin, and Shaun sucked in a breath because he definitely remembered that. He'd remembered that a lot lately.
"I want your mouth," Shaun replied, a little shakier than he meant. "I want you on your knees, your mouth stretched around my cock," he added, just in case Desmond hadn't gotten the picture. Desmond's eyes widened, like maybe he was surprised Shaun went with it, but he shivered slightly, too, hands gripping Shaun's hips a little tighter.
"Yeah, I can do that," Desmond breathed, pupils wide and dark - honestly, he looked a little dazed. "One thing," he murmured, grinning, and Shaun laughed because he knew what came next. Desmond pulled him close and leaned in and kissed him. It was different from before, a little slower at first, a little sweeter, but before long it was just as hungry, just as needy. Shaun's hands were in Desmond's hair, on his shoulders, restless and eager to touch as much as he could. He pulled away, though, because he did need to breathe, and he was worked up, and he really wanted Desmond to follow through on that promise he'd made. So he smirked and moved towards Desmond's bed, where he sat on the edge and spread his legs and leaned back with one brow raised.
Desmond only grinned. "Yeah," he said, though Shaun hadn't said anything. He placed his hands on Shaun's thighs as he sank to his knees and nuzzled at the prominent bulge in Shaun's trousers. Shaun choked back a noise, because he hadn't expected that. Desmond closed his eyes and mouthed at Shaun's dick through the fabric of his slacks. It was the most wanton thing Shaun had ever seen, and he couldn't help but shudder. One of his hands moved to Desmond's head, using the barest amount of pressure to pull him closer. Desmond only moaned softly, laved his tongue over the material as if he simply couldn't wait to taste.
"C'mon, Desmond, pull me out," he breathed, and Desmond did, pulled back enough to unzip Shaun's trousers and ease his cock out of his pants with gentle, reverent movements. Shaun let out a content sigh, watched avidly as Desmond leaned in and mouthed at his cock directly. Shaun had expected licks at first, but no, Desmond just used his lips, dragging them up and down the hot flesh of Shaun's dick like it was doing things for him. It certainly did things for Shaun, precome beading at the tip of his prick and dripping down when there was enough, only for Desmond to catch it with his mouth and smear it along the shaft until he was slick and shiny and mad with desire. "That's good, Desmond, so good. Go on, now, use your mouth proper. Take me in," he ordered, and Desmond shivered, one hand dropped to his lap as he followed Shaun's direction.
Desmond opened his mouth and lowered it over Shaun's prick, tongue sliding over him eagerly, like he'd just been waiting for permission to taste like this. Shaun's hand was still on Desmond's head, and he urged Desmond to take more, more, until Desmond's lips were at the base - he'd taken all of Shaun without the slightest complaint, those generous lips stretched well about the base of his shaft and Shaun just held him there for a moment. Desmond closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, and his shoulder moved slowly, massaging himself through his jeans.
Shaun suddered. "So good, Desmond," he murmured, then remembered. "Such a good boy," he said again, and that earned him a shudder from Desmond, a soft moan that vibrated against the prick in his mouth, and Shaun gasped and urged Desmond back. "Not gonna last long," he panted, feeling suddenly out of breath. "Go on, make me come. Use only your mouth," he breathed, shifting his hips forward and his legs further apart to give Desmond a bit more room. "Keep touching yourself, but through your jeans," he urged, as Desmond bobbed his head, slurped and swallowed around his prick like he needed it to live.
"I want you to come like that, in your pants," he breathed. "Want you to feel as crazy as I did, fuck, Desmond," he gasped, hand still on Desmond's head, gripping his hair tighter. "God, I'm gonna come in your mouth, make you swallow all of it. Now, Desmond!," he gasped again, and he moved his hips, too, and Desmond was moaning helplessly, sucking and slurping as best he could, but he was a mess of drool and precome and he didn't even hesitate at all. Shaun thrust into that mouth as he came, held Desmond down for the first few spurts, but eased him back after, finished on Desmond's lips and chin. He was panting like he'd run a marathon, still shuddering with the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm, and Desmond just laid his head on Shaun's thigh - just as out of breath, a wet stain starting to spread on his jeans.
"Fuck," Shaun breathed, because that was so much like their last night together had been - only their positions had been reversed - and it was just as hot from this end, really. He ran his fingers through Desmond's hair idly until he'd caught his breath, and glanced down only to find Desmond looking up at him, smiling softly with half-lidded eyes.
"I did," he breathed, and god, he sounded so rough, and Shaun did that. The thought made Shaun shudder a little, lick his lips. "You make me feel crazy," Desmond clarified, and Shaun huffed out a laugh.
"I can see that. Jesus, that was... intense," he murmured. "I didn't think you'd actually...," he gestured at Desmond's groin, and Desmond shrugged, but the smile didn't leave his face.
"Yeah, well. You told me to," he murmured, and that smile turned into a smirk. "And just like I said: I like it when you tell me."
Shaun shuddered slightly. "You're a menace," he breathed, but he knew he was smiling, too. His hand moved from Desmond's hair to his face, brushing over his cheekbones to his slightly swollen lips. Desmond closed his eyes and Shaun sort of smeared the come on his face towards his mouth, and Desmond licked his fingers clean, humming softly at each swipe of his tongue. "Christ, what you do to me," Shaun murmured, and Desmond smirked up at him, eyes open again and full of mirth.
"We kind of switched places," he said, shifting to give the bed a significant look, raising one eyebrow at Shaun. Shaun had noticed, of course he had, and he'd love nothing more than to finish that previous night's events like this, but he shook his head.
"We did, but... I don't have supplies, Desmond. I didn't... I didn't think you remembered, and I certainly didn't plan on this. I'll do the next supply run," he said. "Normally, that would be a week or so away, unless you can think of a compelling reason to convince the girls to let me go sooner," he added, and Desmond grinned.
"They're not cruel, you know. We could just tell them," he said, finally pushing himself to his feet. He stripped off his shirt and sat beside Shaun on the bed to pull off his shoes and then his socks. Shaun took the opportunity to tuck himself away, though he was far from presentable. "I don't... Shaun, look, I don't know where all this is going, but I don't... I don't want it to be a secret, I don't wanna have to hide it and snatch moments only when we can, alright? I want more than that, and I know we haven't exactly known each other long, it's just..," he sighed, shaking his head and for a moment he just looked so defeated.
Shaun reached out, hand touching Desmond's shoulder, and he was surprised when Desmond leaned into the touch. "Yeah, I get it," he said. "I... truth be told, I'd be terrible at hiding it, and Rebecca knows anyways. I'm certain Lucy suspects something, so I'm saying we don't. Have to hide it, I mean," he offered, face more than a little warm. "I followed you in here knowing that it... it wasn't just one time, if you didn't want it to be."
Desmond turned to look at him, expression so full of hope it almost hurt to look at him. Shaun didn't look away, and he was glad he didn't, because Desmond gave him this almost bashful smile, like nothing Shaun had ever seen on him before. "Yeah, I don't want it to be. Stay here tonight," he offered, and Shaun nodded. He had his own room, but they had cameras all over this room to track Desmond in case of bleeds - it would be irresponsible to ignore that risk, to not take that precaution.
"Oh, I'd planned on it," Shaun replied, as arrogantly as possible, but Desmond only grinned at him before sliding his hand behind Shaun's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Shaun didn't even hesitate, groaned softly at the taste of himself on Desmond's lips, in his mouth. But he pulled back before it got too heated. "I'd planned on sleeping, Desmond," he chided, or tried to, but he was a little out of breath, and the effect might have been ruined. "Now, I'm going to get changed. You should clean up and do the same," he murmured, and stood. Desmond grinned, and sauntered over to his little bathroom and Shaun followed his own orders and brushed his teeth and changed into his sleep pants and loose t-shirt before wandering back into the main room, checking his phone for anything he needed to respond to immediately. There wasn't anything urgent, so he set his alarm (and his backup) and double-checked his notification settings.
By the time he was back by Desmond's bed, the man in question was laid out and watching Shaun curiously. Shaun laid his phone on the bed by the pillow, and slid between the sheets easily enough, though it took a few minutes for the both of them to shift until they were comfortable, in almost the same position they'd slept in last time - Desmond curled against Shaun's back, one arm thrown over his side, hand brushing over his stomach, slowly. It took less time than usual for Shaun to relax, for his mind to slow down and ease him into sleep. He was almost there when he heard Desmond's soft chuckle.
"You know, I still don't have your number," he murmured, and Shaun couldn't help the startled laugh that escaped him.
"Desmond, you don't even have a phone, shut up. Go to sleep," he ordered, and Desmond huffed at him in return, but he settled a bit further, breaths evening out only moments later. Shaun wasn't far behind.
In the morning, it wasn't even Shaun's alarm that woke them, it was Rebecca's yelling - Shaun hadn't turned off the kettle the night before, and it had burned itself out over the night and wouldn't turn on.
Of course, when she found him in the animus room instead of his own room, there was more yelling, but it was more of the 'congratulations' and 'I told you so' kind.
Shaun was still 'forced' to make a supply run later that morning.
No one objected when he said he needed Desmond along to help.
Re: FILL: One Night in New York (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)FILL: One Night in New York (PREQUEL?? 1/2)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-21 06:27 am (UTC)(link)"Shaun, did that bartender just give you another free drink?," Rebecca asked, laughing, her own drink nearly empty. Shaun knew she'd ask him to get her a freebie, too - he could tell by the glint in her eye. Or the conspiratorial grin. Or maybe because she followed it up with, "D'ya think he'd give me one? Maybe you should ask," she suggested, like she thought she was being subtle.
"I'm not asking him to give you free drinks," Shaun replied, like he was above that kind of thing, but they both knew he'd cave if Rebecca pushed hard enough. He glanced at the bartender in question - tall, dark and handsome certainly fit the bill there. He looked fit, a bit rough, and absolutely delicious. So of course Shaun wasn't going to do anything about it at all.
Rebecca leaned into him. "C'mon, Shaun, live a little! It's our last night in New York - so what if you have to sneak out of your own room? You've done it before," she added, and Shaun groaned, because she wasn't exactly wrong. But this mission had been a clusterfuck, and Shaun had honestly just looked forward to a few drinks and maybe some dancing to let out his pent-up aggression, and then sleeping it off on the plane. Inviting the bartender back to his room - no matter how hot - was not part of his plan.
"That's not exactly a ringing endorsment." Shaun arched a brow, and Rebecca shrugged, shameless. She'd been dancing off and on with a really built guy and his stunningly hot girlfriend, and they kept glancing back at her. His usual arrangement with Rebecca on these missions was that only one of them would 'get lucky' on their last night in town - no sense in both of them taking the same risks, after all. The other would sober up and make sure they both left on time and didn't forget anything important.
"Pffft, look at you! We both know you need to relax, and we both know he can do it. So go over there, talk to the man, and get me free drinks! While you're at it, you should get yourself his dick if you can," she added, slurping the last of her drink before heading to the dance floor again, right into the arms of the disturbingly good-looking couple who welcomed her back eagerly.
Shaun waited, though. He finished some of his drink, danced a bit, and only approached the bar when his drink was empty. Hot Bartender was there immediately, generous lips shaped around a very friendly grin. "Another?," he asked, reaching for a glass.
"Actually, my friend's a bit jealous," Shaun replied with a grin. "Told me I should let you know you're being amazingly unfair. She wants free drinks, too, and is willing to pimp me out to get them."
Hot Bartender laughed at that, and gestured to the dancefloor, right at Rebecca who was writhing between the same couple as before."That your friend?," he asked. All three of them had become very generous with their hands, so Shaun nodded and turned back to meet Hot Bartender's gaze. "Yeah, she looks like she's having a horrible time. Definitely needs free drinks to make up for it, but I can't just comp things left and right. Willing to pimp you out, you say?," he asked, and there seemed to be genuine interest there. Shaun laughed because it really couldn't be that easy, could it?
"Yes, apparently so," Shaun said. "I'm certain we could come to some sort of agreement on fair terms, though we'll have to start with your name, because I really can't enter into an agreement with someone I'm calling Hot Bartender," he offered, and the man in question laughed again, easy as before.
"Mike," was the immediate reply, and a hand offered, which Shaun took. Mike's grip was firm and secure, and he didn't let go immediately. "And yours?," he asked.
"David," Shaun replied, because of course he didn't go around giving his random hook ups his real name. He'd be gone in the morning, and it wouldn't ever matter. It wasn't the first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last. But Mike smiled and nodded, and only then released his hand.
"Well, David, tell you what, the drinks are on me, no repayment necessary. But if you're feeling grateful, we could meet up later, maybe you could buy me dinner?," he asked. Shaun's eyes widened, because that sounded an awful lot like a date, and that was both impossible and impossible.
"I, uh, actually, we're.. this is our last night in New York," he said with genuine regret. Mike's grin faltered a little, so Shaun forged on. "I was thinking something a little more along the lines of instant gratification," he said, eyes never leaving Mike's. "I've got a room and a bed and a sincere desire to show my gratitude," he added, licking his lips.
Mike's eyes flicked down to his mouth, then back up, and he nodded. "Alright, yeah. Shift's over in two," he replied. "If you can wait that long, I'll make it worth your while," he promised, and Shaun grinned.
"It's a deal," he said, and both his and Rebecca's drinks were suddenly on the counter, like Mike had been making them as they talked. Like he'd been sincere about the whole thing. Mike met his gaze and nodded once before turning to a customer who had been waiting, and Shaun wandered back to the table he shared with Rebecca. He didn't even need to get her attention, because she saw him with her drink and returned to the table quickly, a knowing grin creasing her face.
"You dog, you; look at you go! So? You goin' to your room alone tonight?," she asked, and Shaun actually flushed a little now, so long after the fact.
"No, looks like I won't. You sure you wanna miss out on those two?," he asked, gesturing to the couple grinding against each other again.
Rebecca laughed, shameless, draining almost half of her drink before setting it back down. "Eh, I think they'll be fine," she said, grin immediate and easy. She was usually the one getting 'lucky' on their last nights, so he knew she wouldn't begrudge him tonight's indulgence at all.
"Wish me luck, then," he said, waggling his brows at her because they both already knew he didn't need it.
She grinned even wider somehow and punched his shoulder lightly. "Good luck, buddy!," she offered, flouncing back to her paramours and inserting herself between them seamlessly, and Shaun rolled his eyes and glanced over at the bar, where Mike had apparently been watching him. Shaun raised his glass and Mike grinned, and that was that.
FILL: One Night in New York (PREQUEL?? 2/3)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-21 06:29 am (UTC)(link)Shaun was more than ready, and Mike turned him around, pressed against him and stared down at him for a moment. "One thing," he said, and he pressed in, lips against Shaun's, and Shaun parted them immediately. Mike kissed like he was starving for it, and Shaun felt much the same, pulled Mike close and licked into his mouth like he was entitled to it. But Mike pulled back then, despite Shaun's protest. "Nope, that was a test. We're good, let's go," he said, and grabbed Shaun by the hand and pulled him off the dance floor, out of the bar, and into a waiting cab where Shaun gave directions to his hotel. That was all he managed to say, before Mike was pressing against him in the back seat, lips grazing over his jaw, his neck, murmuring delicious little promises that Shaun was definitely going to hold him to, once they were behind closed doors.
In what felt like no time at all, the cabbie was clearing his throat and Shaun actually pushed Mike away, long enough to count the bills he handed to the driver. Mike scoffed and rolled his eyes, but the atmosphere had calmed a little, so they could actually walk into the hotel like normal adults and not crazy people. The elevator ride was quiet and tense, but the good kind, with the two of them just looking at each other, hands at their sides, desire so thick in the air Shaun could practically see it. Mike followed him to his room and waited patiently while Shaun unlocked and opened the door, but inside, it was Shaun who moved, who pressed Mike back into the door and kissed him fiercely. Mike went willingly enough, but his hands weren't passive, grabbing at Shaun and pulling him close, mussing his hair and gripping his ass. They rutted against each other like that for a moment before Shaun pulled back, one hand on Mike's chest to prevent him from following.
"Christ, you're hot," he panted, dragging his eyes up Mike's form. "I'm going to show you my gratitude right here," he breathed, dropping down to his knees in front of Mike and attacking his zip desperately. "I need to have you in my mouth, god, I've thought of nothing else all night," he babbled, and Mike groaned, dropping his head back against the door as his hand combed through Shaun's hair.
"Fuck, David, you can't just say things like that," he breathed, gasping as Shaun's fingers gripped his cock gently and drew him out of his boxers. "Fuck, you like that," he breathed, because Shaun did like that, he loved cock, and Mike's was perfect: uncut and growing as Shaun stroked him, became hotter and thicker in his hand. Shaun licked his lips, breath ghosting over that hot flesh on purpose, and Mike moaned again. "Yeah, c'mon, suck it, take it, please," he begged.
Shaun thought about teasing, about taking his time, but they didn't really have time - it was already late, his flight was early, and he wanted to do so much to this man. Wanted Mike to do all sorts of things to him. So he took that gorgeous prick into his mouth without any preamble, sucking it down to nearly the base and pulling back just as easily. God, he loved this, the weight of a cock, the tangy-salt taste on the back of his tongue, the way he could reduce a man to whimpers and desperation with only his mouth alone. Mike's hands tightened in his hair and he could feel the man restraining himself, fighting not to thrust, and Shaun reached for his hips, pulled him forward because he could take it. Wanted to take it.
"Fuck," Mike swore, already moving his hips, but gently at first. He was looking down at Shaun with the sort of reverence nearly all men had for this kind of act, lust-glazed and a little posessive. "Yeah, like that, god, look so good like that," he growled, and Shaun groaned around the hot flesh spearing past his lips. "So greedy for it, you want all of it, don't you?," Mike continued, eyes going a little sharp and Shaun shivered slightly as another moan escaped him. "You want me to give it to you," he said a little more slowly, considering, and his hand cradled Shaun's head as his hips moved. He kept Shaun still as he fed him his cock, and Shaun groaned helplessly. He knew he looked a mess, saliva and precome drooling out of his mouth, hair rucked up from Mike's fingers, but he loved this, knew he could come from this alone.
Shaun's hips were moving slightly, seeking any kind of friction, though he hadn't so much as unzipped his pants yet. Mike shifted one leg between Shaun's, moving it slightly until Shaun took over, rutting against his leg almost mindlessly. It was too much sensation; the cock sliding past his lips, over his tongue, into his throat; the firm pressure of Mike's leg, the sure grip of his fingers on Shaun's head. Shaun moaned again, had to close his eyes, because just seeing the lust in Mike's was almost enough to send him over.
Mike's hips stuttered for a moment. "God, you're going to come like that, aren't you? Gonna come in your pants from getting your mouth fucked," he growled, and he jerked into motion again, his thrusts shorter, but harder, and Shaun shuddered, groaning almost constantly now, when he could. "Fuck, yeah, take it, David. Gonna come in your mouth, gonna make you swallow it all," he breathed, and he did, he pushed his cock deep again as it swelled and shot come into Shaun's throat, forcing him to swallow. Shaun whined a little, and Mike pulled back, let the rest of his come spurt onto Shaun's tongue instead - which was all the catalyst Shaun needed, and he gave one last thrust againt Mike's leg before he shuddered and came in his pants like some hormone-riddled teenager. Mike was sagging back against the door when he slipped out of Shaun's mouth, and Shaun swallowed the come that had accumulated there, licking his lips one last time. He knew he had a blissed-out smile on his face, and when he glanced up at Mike, he saw an almost identical expression mirrored back at him. "Fuck, that was... oh my god, did you...did you actually come like that?," he asked. He didn't sound judgemental - rather, he sounded impressed and eager, like it was the hottest thing he could imagine, and Shaun flushed slightly.
"Yep. So now I need to get out of these disgusting clothes," he said, managing to stand easily enough, and Mike grinned.
"I'll help, seeing as I helped you dirty them up," he purred, following Shaun into the room and stripped off his own shirt, tossed it somewhere into the room.
Shaun just grinned and shook his head. "No, you see about stripping yourself. Give me a show, put that gorgeous body to use," he snapped, pulling his vest over his head and working on the buttons of his shirt.
Mike only raised one eyebrow at him before grinning and letting his hands run down his neck, down his chest and over his flat stomach. He was fit, but not really cut, just lean and lightly muscled. He certainly knew how to work it to his appeal, though, as he started to sway his hips, fingers toying with the button on his slacks. Shaun flicked his eyes back up to Mike's face, and it was obvious the man was amused by Shaun's equally obvious interest, but Shaun was not sober enough to feel any shame about it at all. Shaun slipped off his shoes and socks as Mike turned for a moment. He'd shucked everything else by the time Mike was facing him again, and apparently Mike hadn't expected that. He stopped his teasing dance, and frowned.
"Hey, you beat me," he said, and tugged at his zipper like it had offended him before shoving his pants down - not that they made it far, because he hadn't yet removed his shoes at all.
Shaun had to laugh as Mike hobbled the short distance to the bed and struggled out of his clothing. Shaun sauntered over and laid himself out, let his hands play over his own body, because it felt good and also because Mike was staring at him intensely, only one leg free of his slacks. Shaun let one hand drift down to his prick; it was half-hard again already, so he stroked it slowly, tugged at his balls gently. "Best hurry, or I'll start without you. Might not even let you catch up," he murmured. It seemed less than a second that Mike was fully naked and half atop him and kissing him fiercely.
Mike had nice hands - Shaun had definitely noticed while he'd been mixing their drinks - and now those hands were sliding up and down his torso, nails digging slightly into his skin on the upstrokes. He touched like he kissed; greedy, hungry, like he couldn't get enough, and it drove Shaun absolutely insane with lust, made him arch up into those touches, lick back into the mouth against his own, reach to touch that body right back. It wasn't long at all before he was fully hard again, and he pushed at Mike a bit, though he had problems with actually managing to stop kissing him. "Fuck, fuck, Mike, I need your fingers in me. I need them in me now," he breathed, and Mike just stared down at him for a moment, like he was faced with some terrible decision. "What is it? Why aren't you already stretching me?," Shaun demanded.
"Damn, David, just...you can't say things like that," Mike breathed, leaning in for one last, harsh kiss before pulling back. "Where's your lube? Condoms? God, I want inside you yesterday," he said nonsensically, already looking around like Shaun would just have those supplies in the open.
"Ah, hold on," Shaun said, because they were in his bags, which were of course already packed. It proved his story, of course, that they were leaving tomorrow, and it wasn't like his supplies were hard to find. He approached the bed only a few moments later, but Mike pulled him in, twisted them both and pushed Shaun back into the bed before kissing him again. Shaun wanted to comment that he seemed to have a problem with not kissing him, but as doing that would involve actually not kissing Mike back, he decided it wasn't worth it.
Mike was an able multi-tasker, however, as Shaun soon felt slick digits rubbing against his arsehole, sliding and pressing against him and he couldn't help that his legs fell further apart at that. Couldn't help that his hips bucked into the touch, or the hungry noise that left his throat. Mike smiled against his mouth for a moment before it was back to kissing, and honestly, Shaun kind of lost track of things at that point. It was all slick pressure and fullness and tongues and pleasure.
But there was an end point to that, a point when Mike was suddenly kneeling between his legs, one of Shaun's propped up against his shoulder, and a thick, blunt pressure at Shaun's hole that promised to satisfy his desire to be fucked and fucked well. "Fuck, yes, give it to me, Mike," he breathed, and Mike growled and shifted, cock sliding in quickly with a slight sting that made Shaun jump. But Mike gripped his hips and held him there as he completed that first thrust, held him as he waited. Shaun tried to wiggle, to move, to make Mike move, but Mike just held him there without any effort at all, and fuck if that didn't do things to Shaun.
"Dammit, move, fuck me, you need to fuck me," he ordered, and Mike only laughed, and suddenly Shaun's other leg was over his shoulder, too; his hips were being lifted and Mike was sliding out, then in, and oh, it was glorious. Mike was blessed with a perfect prick, just the right length and girth, felt absolutely divine anywhere inside Shaun's body that he cared to put it. Mike laughed again, much closer to his ear now, and maybe Shaun had said those things out loud.
"Shut up, don't stop moving, just keep - keep doing that, oh," Shaun breathed, hands moving to grab Mike's shoulder, his neck, as if he could somehow keep him there, just like that.
"God, you're bossy in bed, too. Should've known," Mike panted, but he sounded amused, sounded like maybe he liked that, and Shaun huffed.
"Yeah, well, you're taking direction so well. Such a good boy," he replied, and Mike sort of gasped and ruined his rhythm by thrusting harder than he had been for a moment. It didn't take him long to get back on track, but Shaun was already smirking up at him. "You like that, do you? Well, I can certainly oblige," he breathed. "C'mon, kiss me," he demanded, and it would be a bit of a stretch - Mike had to practically bend him in half - but it was so worth it, to see Mike's hungry, dazed expression as he rushed to obey. It was messy and uncoordinated, and so very, very hot. "Good boy, such a good boy for me," Shaun breathed into the sloppy kiss, and Mike whined a little and pushed at Shaun's shoulders. Mike forced him back down so he could thrust harder, and Shaun cried out, loud an appreciative. "Fuck, like that, Mike, just...fuck me like that, make me come," he ordered, and fuck if Mike didn't strive to obey, hips pistoning powerfully into Shaun now.
Shaun gasped - like this he had no leverage, but the angle was great, and he was nearly there. Mike was panting above him, and fuck - he looked really good like that! "Touch me," Shaun gasped, breathless, "C'mon, I'm close, so close!" Mike obeyed immediately, one hand moving from Shaun's hip to grasp his cock and stroke - a little uncoordinated, but it was just enough. In less than a minute, Shaun was groaning and shaking and coming all over himself, and Mike actually whined. "You can come," Shaun said, "You can, do it, come for me," and Mike did, almost as if he'd been waiting for permission. He gripped Shaun's hip harshly, shoved as deep as it was physically possible to go, and stilled. Shaun could feel him trembling a little from it, could feel that gorgeous prick throb inside him and he almost regretted that he'd used a condom. Almost.
They stayed like that for a few moments, panting and shuddering before Mike shifted, pulled out slowly and let Shaun's legs down gently before he slid off the bed to dispose of the condom. Mike went into the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet cloth and sat near Shaun and cleaned him up without hesitation. "Such a good boy," Shaun murmured, a lazy grin stretched out on his face, and Mike flashed him a quick smile. Mike finished and picked up the cloth and took it back to the bathroom. Shaun watched him go, because it was definitely a sight to see, and it wasn't like he'd have the opportunity later. But when he re-entered the room, Mike hesitated and Shaun patted the bed. "C'mon, unless you've got somewhere to be," he offered and Mike only grinned and crawled into the bed. He wasn't shy about crowding against Shaun, and Shaun just sighed and settled back into the body against his as he reached for his phone and set his alarm - he set it to vibrate and slid it against his shoulder, so as not to wake Mike in the morning.
"You should give me your number," Mike murmured, and Shaun hummed at him - he knew he wouldn't. Mike slid an arm over his side and Shaun let him, and waited for Mike to fall asleep first - it didn't take long. He waited a few moments, savored the casual intimacy, and fell asleep before any bitterness could seep in.
FILL: One Night in New York (PREQUEL?? 3/3)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-21 06:31 am (UTC)(link)He met Rebecca in the lobby and she just nudged his shoulder with his own, quiet and sober like she rarely was. Like she knew, somehow, and Shaun just shook his head. They got into their cab and made their way to the airport, and within hours, he'd left the country. If only he could leave his regret behind just as easily.
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A/N: Whoops, this part was longer than I thought. A lot longer. I'm still not sure if it reads better with this before or after the story. I really wanted to do good by this prompt, but I'm not sure if I actually accomplished that. But hell, it was already written at that point, so why not post? Might polish it up and upload it to AO3 later.