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"Mm, what?" I murmur, the question slipping out along with a moan, breath coming a little more ragged than before.

First time I ever came here, I learned how to swim. Hidden up in the rocks, behind the falls, Logan told me he loved me. Told me he was still confused about Veronica. Asked me to move in with him. Two years, it seems like a lifetime ago. Sometimes I can't believe how fucking stupid I was.

"I let Hobbes fuck me." The words come out in a breath as he rocks forward again, everything he'd felt that day coming back in a warm rush. Everything had still been so new then, but not so new that it had been frightening. Up behind the waterfall with his hands slipping and scraping against the wet rocks, spray cool on his face as Tom pushed into him.

He runs his tongue lightly up the arch of Neil's throat, stopping with a nip just above his adam's apple. "Haven't thought about that in a while."

Well, isn't this just a place of firsts.

I would laugh, but I can't. I'm moaning instead, the sound breaking free from my throat, almost startled. "Jesus..." I breathe out, hips rolling forward against his and light fuckin' spangling behind my eyelids. Hips shifting, grinding teasingly against him, pulling him tighter into the cradle of my thighs, I smirk, head tipping back with a dull thump against the rocks.

"First time you'd been fucked, or just the first time with Tom?"

"First time with him," he murmurs, slipping one hand into the water and lifting Neil's leg against his hip. He can feel them both, hard and rubbing together with each roll of their hips, and this is something else that he and Tom had done that day, out here in the open without a care for who might see them.

He smiles and grazes his teeth against Neil's lower lip, capturing it for a second and biting gently before he releases it. "I don't top all the time. I'm... flexible."

"Good to know," I say, laughing breathlessly, leg hooking high over his hip and my hand slipping down to curve over his ass, dragging him in just that much harder.

"That an invitation or you just goin' over my options?"

"I was just remembering it," he says, pulling back enough to look Neil in the face, the half-lidded set to his eyes, that little smirking curve in his lips. He echoes the smile, stroking a thumb over the corner of Neil's mouth.

"When you fuck me for the first time I want him to see it."

Pretty sure my brain just short circuited. Mouth going suddenly dry, I let out a whimper of a moan, lips parting and my eyes locking on his. "God, you fucking asshole, that's not fuckin' fair," I laugh, grinding against him, tongue darting out across my bottom lip.

Not fucking fair 'cause now I'm not gonna be able to get the thought out of my head. Goddammit.

Edited 2008-09-19 17:01 (UTC)

He laughs, a low rumble in his chest as his hips move into something like a rhythm, slow and hard. "Doesn't have to be fair," he breathes, grinning, leaning in so close their lips brush as he speaks. The hand on Neil's thigh is moving again, slipping between them and when his fingers trace over hard flesh he's not even immediately sure who he's touching.

"It's my fucking birthday."

"Heard you the first time," I mumble, moan catching behind my teeth and my hips rocking forward, my whole body shuddering from top to bottom. Even now, I still manage to sound irritated, even though I'm anything but.

"Guess that means you get to be a huge fuckin' tease, huh? I'll have to remember for when mine comes around."

"You don't have to make it so damn fun." Still grinning, just a little wolfishly as his fingers curl around Neil's dick, heat in cool water. His hand is trapped between them as he gives Neil a slow stroke, rubbing forward against the friction of his own skin. he could go slow, tease Neil far past the point of mercy and see just how many different sounds he can drag out of him, or he can give in, let it be hard and fast and get him off. At this point he's not sure which appeals to him more.

"I also get to have you." He darts in for a hard, fast kiss, pulls away again a second later. "Not that I don't get to have you anyway."

"Mm, pretty soon you'll just start takin' me outta the box on special occasions," I murmur, trying for a smirk but all I can really manage is a slack-jawed moan, one hand giving his ass a playful squeeze and the other scrambling at his back, sliding up into his hair and trying to drag him down into another kiss.

Arching against him, I let out an impatient whine that I don't even bother to hold back. The crash of the waterfall drowns most of it out anyhow.

He laughs quietly at that, the laugh devolving into a low moan as his fingers curl around his own dick, holding them together, jerking them together, slipping into an easy rhythm that almost seems to match with the roar in the air. His own touch at least half makes a decision for him and he gives in to Neil's tugging, seals their mouths together. If he's old, if he's at death's fucking door, it makes sense to get the most out of what he has.

He thinks he might like to get everything out of Neil that he possibly can.

"Fuck... Mike," I breathe out into the kiss, pulling back just long enough to get the words out, drag some hair into my lungs, and then I'm diving right back in again. The air feels lighter here, sucked away by the vacuum of falling water nearby, and I'm suddenly lightheaded. Or shit, maybe it has nothing to do with the goddamn waterfall at all.

My head drops back, and if there was any blood left anyplace but my cock it might've hurt, knocking into the rocks like that. Instead, I hardly feel it, every once of focus on him. On his hands, his cock, and when my eyes open, maybe it's cheesy or cliche or whatever, but honestly, all I can see is him.

He's not sure he'll ever totally get used to it, Neil saying his name that way. It undoes something in him and he feels himself sinking further down, need a force pushing the blood through his veins. His lips move from Neil's mouth, to his jaw, to his throat and down to the hollow between his collarbones, and the rhythm of his hand doesn't even stutter. It's a little clumsy like this, but he's never cared before and he doesn't now. As long as Neil keeps making sounds like that, he figures he's doing something right.

Letting out a rumble of almost drunken laughter, my head lolls to the side, eyes drifting shut, blunt nails digging into the strong muscles of his shoulders and my hips grinding up into all that tight friction.

"Fuck, that's really good," I murmur, like I'm somehow surprised. Just a fucking handjob but, even now, part of me never expects sex to feel this good.

"So I shouldn't stop?" He presses in with his lips brushing neil's ear, working himself into a slow, hard grind in time with his hand, pushing himself closer, hoping he's pulling Neil along with him. He wants to stay close like this, almost every inch pushed together, but he has to pull back because suddenly he wants to see Neil's face, that expression like he's lost somewhere, like he's just taken a bite of something overpoweringly sweet.

"Christ, just look at you," he breathes, not even really meaning Neil to hear.

"Fuck no. Don't stop," I murmur, another breath of laughter bubbling up in my throat. My eyes flicker open, lids fluttering weakly, and I moan helplessly at what I find there on his face. It's a slow burn this time, not that frantic, painful rush toward orgasm. Tiny sparks flaring up, building, the two of us climbing slowly together toward the edge.

"What about me?" I actually manage a faint smirk, one hand lifting to curve along the side of his face, holding him there so that I can see him. A sharp, gasping whine catches in the back of my throat, heat flaring, and I'm so fucking close, hips grinding hard to meet his, wanting to watch him come just about as much as anything else.

"You know what," he manages, moving faster, feeling the water churned around his hand. He's close, wanting to rush over the edge and wanting to hold back, wanting to wait for Neil. He leans their foreheads together and gasps, already shuddering with the effort of keeping himself under control.

"Want you to come for me," he gasps, catching Neil's gaze with his own and holding it, dark. "Wanna see it."

It's hard to focus like this, everything reduced to snapshots. Blinking shutter flashes. The falls, the rocks, the burning sunlight. Then just his face, his eyes, and nothing else. I twitch, shudder, and catch fire, lurching forward, bucking against him and then going still, lips parted and my face twisting up in something like deep concentration, when really I can't think much of anything at all. I keep my eyes open the whole time, clutching at him, holding on to keep myself anchored.

I don't say anything. I figure maybe I don't need to.

It's only after he's sure he's seen it, sure he's not going to miss anything, that he lets himself go and everything loosens in a warm rush into his hand and the water, only to clench again and twist his muscles into shuddering. He gasps, makes a rough, choked sound, sagging against Neil and breathing hard, feeling weirdly like laughing if he had the breath for it.

My face ends up buried in the crook of his neck, lips working mindlessly over damp skin, arms wrapped around him, holding onto him in a loose embrace. Back slipping on the rocks, water laps at the base of my throat and I laugh weakly, tightening my arms around him to stay afloat. With awareness slowly dawning, I realize how precarious this little perch of mine is, shoulders aching, skin rubbed raw from the rough stone at my back.

Not that I care. I'm about a million miles from giving a fuck right now.

He gives in and echoes the laugh, soft and breathless, reaching up to stroke a hand through Neil's damp hair. He's tired, but in a way that seems like it might not stick around. Under the tiredness he's loose and relaxed, the water soothing all around him. He sighs, brushes his lips against Neil's temple.

"Today's pretty good so far," he observes quietly.

"Pretty good?" I echo, grinning blearily, finally dragging up enough energy that I can lift my head to look at him. My skin's starting to prune, I think, but I have no intention of moving anytime soon. My bones feel like they might've melted out into the water, leaving me weak and loose-limbed, pressed so tight against him that it's a little hard to tell what belongs to me and what doesn't.

"Mm, sounds about right, I guess."

"It isn't exactly sucking," he says, low and faintly rough with amusement as he lifts Neil against him, holds him close and up as he starts them drifting back again into deeper water, his toes barely touching the bottom.

Coughing out a surprised laugh, one that's wide-open and completely unguarded, I hitch my other thigh up around his hips, letting him carry me through the water, no fuckin' help at all. Giving him a look that's all smirk around my mouth, but maybe a softer sorta smile around my eyes, I lean down and nudge my lips against his, one hand braced on his shoulder and the other drifting up into his hair. My tongue darts out and the taste is somehow deeply familiar and strangely novel at the same time. Not sure I'll ever get tired of it.