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The laughter's infectious, even though I can't remember why we were laughing in the first place anymore. He smiles, and I can't help but smile back, warm little knot swelling in my chest every fucking time.

I pull back, just enough to tug off my t-shirt and toss it aside, dogtags jingling around my neck. Then I dive back in again, reaching between us and grinding the heel of my hand against his cock, wanting to get all these fuckin' clothes out of the way, but still finding the time to tease him, just a little.

"So are you."

"Am not," he mutters, leaning up to suck at the base of Neil's throat, light, But hard enough to leave a mark that might not completely fade by tomorrow. He sighs shakily at the pressure on his dick, just enough to be maddening, head dropping back again. Not that he minds the teasing. Not even close.

"Yeah, you are," I say, meaning it, the weight behind the words making them lodge in the back of my throat. One hand sliding up to cradle his jaw, my forehead drops to rest against his and my hand flicks open his fly, fingers slipping over the warm skin of his belly, lower, just grazing the base of his cock.

"Shit," he breathes, not even worrying about arguing anymore. It would be unfair, Neil being able to make him feel like this, if he wasn't sure there would be plenty of followthrough. He moans lightly, trying to keep himself relatively quiet, one hand settling on Neil's hip and tugging half-heartedly at his waistband. They're both too dressed. And he absolutely doesn't care anymore who can see what.

"Shhh," I hiss, grinning playfully against his lips, fingers slipping down to curl around his cock, pulling it out of his open jeans, warm and jerking impatiently at the touch. Nipping at his bottom lip and sweeping my thumb over the head of his dick, I ask, "What do you want?" voice whisper-soft.

He bites his lip, fingers raking up Neil's back as he presses up helplessly. Big man, big tough man, and this slender little twenty-year-old can reduce him to a whimpering mess in seconds flat.

When he feels like letting him.

"Wanna fuck you," he breathes, staring up with a slow, hungry grin. "Right here."

"Oh yeah?" I ask, and if it's possible, my grin stretches even wider, a wicked sorta heat flaring up in my eyes. "You're gonna have to do more than just lay there, for that." Well, not necessarily.

"Tell me what to do, then," he murmurs, leaning up suddenly with his hand hooking around the back of Neil's neck, pulling him so close their lips just brush. It's nice to feel like this, dancing somewhere between dominance and submissiveness, like his body can't quite decide where it wants to go. But he wants to fuck Neil. That's goal enough. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" I repeat, nuzzling his lips with mine, tongue flicking out along the seam of them while my hand works over his cock. Pulling back, managing a smug smirk as I work open my fly with my free hand, I say, "Put your hands down at your sides." Just for starters.

Oh, so this is how it's going to be. He can play along. This is a game he knows extremely well by now. He smiles, all cooperation and obedience and only a little hint of something darker flashing behind his eyes.

No one gets this out of him for free.

"Okay," he murmurs, hands dropping back down to his sides, and he's pretty sure he can keep them there. Even if he can't, he likes the idea of the challenge. "Now what?"

"Now, you wait," I say, glancing over my shoulder and knowing we should probably move away from the edge a little more, but we're out of view from the ground, at least. I think. Jeans scrunching down around my thighs, I suck two of my own fingers past my lips, hand slowing down on his cock, just enough so he doesn't cool down completely. Not that there's much chance of that, anyhow.

Reaching 'round, I go about stretching myself, slow and easy while he watches, since his hands are busy and all.

He groans softly, two thirds frustration and the rest just plain need, hands fisting at his sides. But he doesn't move them. He manages that much, and it's almost a point of pride, like if he failed to keep them where they are, Neil would win.

Not that he doesn't plan to get his own back later, in any case.

"Not great at waiting," he breathes, his voice a little tight.

"Well, now you get some practice," I tease, teeth sinking into my bottom lip to hold in the moan that seeps out of my throat. Shifting up his body, I let go of his cock, fumbling with my jeans and hissing out a curse when the angles all fucked, too much fabric in the damn way.

Fingers sliding out of me, I push abruptly to my feet, kicking my jeans away and then dropping back down over him. "We get fuckin' arrested, it's all your fault."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm the one who started climbing all the fuck over you," he says, hands still at his sides but it's just getting harder and harder, hard to not grab Neil by the hips and yank him down where he's supposed to be. "Fuck, c'mon..."

"Innocent fuckin' victim. Poor you," I tease, spitting in my palm and reaching down to take hold of his cock, knowing we're both just a little bit crazy when I shift forward, line up and start slowly lowering down, moan catching in the back of my throat. Twisting up into a helpless whimper instead.

"Jesus..."

It starts as a low whine and he chokes it off, teeth on his lip, back arching as he fights the urge to push up hard into Neil's body. Hands at his sides. Somehow. "Fuck," he hisses, clenching his eyes shut and trembling very slightly.

It's so incredibly good. And this is definitely one of the more interesting places he's fucked someone.

"Shit," I hiss, remembering at the last second to keep my voice down, teeth bared almost like I'm in pain as I settle down over him. Leaning down, hovering with only a few inches between our lips, I manage a crooked grin, smudging a clumsy kiss along his jaw and whispering, "You can move your hands, now."

"Oh, thanks," he manages, laughing a little, though it only turns into another strained moan as he slides his hands up and over Neil's back, pulling him closer. "This is a little crazy." He hisses as he presses up deeper, pleasure spiking along his spinal column. "God... a little."

"Just a little," I grin, nodding just to nudge our lips together and gasping as I shift over him, just starting to move in earnest. "Doesn't seem like you mind too much." Just a little crazy, but fuckin' perfect, just the same. Both of us have been half out of our minds at some point or another, anyhow.

"Not a lot," he breathes, voice hitching as Neil moves, hands sliding down to his hips and just holding on. They're both a little crazy. All three of them are, to even be tangled up like this. But it's worth it. God, it's worth it.

"Fuck, yeah," he manages, voice a little tighter, and still trying to be quiet. Trying with a kind of care that he's not sure he really even has anymore.

Laughing breathlessly, my hand curves around his throat, just to feel the rumble of his voice and the flutter of his pulse thrumming frantically under his skin.

Leaning over him, trying to stay out of view but mostly 'cause I wanna stay close, I catch his lips in a kiss. A little off-center and a little too much teeth, and it sure as hell isn't the most skillful kiss ever, but it doesn't matter. It's fuckin' amazing anyway.

He moans up into the kiss, moaning through a smile, pulling Neil against his chest as his hips push gently up. Even if they got arrested now... fuck it, he's in love, and he's gotten in trouble for stupider things. Tom might be a little mortified. But not even that is really new.

"Fuck, don't stop," he gasps, tilting his head back when the pleasure swells. "Jesus..."

"Wasn't plannin' on it," I laugh breathlessly, letting out a sharp whine when he yanks me forward and the angle shifts just enough that I see stars. Lips grazing the shell of his ear, I whisper, "God, Mike... I love you," moving just a little harder. A little closer to frantic.

"Love you too," he manages, dissolving into another low moan, and they have to be audible from the ground, they absolutely have to. And so fucking what. He turns his head, trying to hold Neil even closer, muffling the sounds he's making against the heat of his throat.

There are still times when he almost doesn't believe it, that he has this, that he could lose what he's lost and still have so much.

"Shhh," I whisper again, wheezing out a helpless laugh, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. Legs starting to ache, knees scraping painfully on the rough concrete, but I don't care.

"Oh God. Shit." So fucking close, already, and that's probably a good thing, but I can't help but wish it could last longer.

"You 'shhh'," he manages with a rough laugh, arching his back and letting out a rougher, more hectically restrained moan. "Neil... ah, fuck, I'm close." It's the pleasure of it itself, and, yes, it's the excitement of doing it here, where anyone might hear or see, but it's when he imagines Tom finding them like this that he can't hold back anymore. "Neil," he whimpers again, and then he's biting back his moans as he arches up and comes, shorter and sharper than he remembers recently, like a whipcrack in his spine.

I'm laughing again. This wild, almost joyful sound, close to hysterical, and I hide a grin against his shoulder, holding tight when he bucks up, and then following along behind, only moments later.

After that, it's a fuckin' miracle I don't blackout, it hits me so damn hard.

He holds him through it, smiling at the laughter even though he's too out of breath to echo it. But he feels it, this kind of swelling joy. He feels it whenever he's with them. He's sliding his hands up into Neil's hair, trailing kisses over his brow and his mouth.

"Crazy," he whispers again, against Neil's ear. "Wouldn't fucking trade it for anything."

"Better not," I murmur, still laughing weakly as I shift just enough that he slips out, low groan catching behind my teeth and my body collapsing against his chest.

"Not exactly sane yourself, you know."

"Fucking right, I'm not, I'm up here," he breathes, still shaky and laughing slightly, holding Neil against him. It's warm, clear, would be comfortable if it weren't for the concrete under them. If only they had a blanket or something.

"Wonder what the fuck Hobbes would say."

"Dunno," I say, lifting my head just enough to grin down at him, "Definitely be a lotta wide eyes and blushin' and stammerin'."

Reaching over, I fish my boxers outta the leg of my jeans and somehow manage to pull them on without pulling away from him too much, then reach down to tuck his dick back inside his jeans with a smirk.

"You know I love the blushing," he murmurs, grinning as he zips up, but he doesn't sit up immediately. The stars are completely out now, and incredibly bright.

"We should do the planets thing," he says softly. "I mean, if that's what you want."

"Me too," I murmur, stretching out along his side, 'bout as comfortable as I'm gonna get, sprawled half on a bunch of concrete.

"Yeah. I think I do. Don't think Tom'll be too hard to convince, huh?"

"I don't think so," he says, sliding a hand up Neil's back, his other arm pillowing his head. "He wants it. He's just waiting for your word on it."

Making a low sound of agreement, knowing that much is true, I trace a lazy circle 'round one of his nipples, looking up and searching for pictures in the stars.

"Don't 'member if you ever told me where this one came from," I murmur, letting my hand slide down, rubbing gently at the tattoo on his hip.

He makes a quiet, questioning noise, not really sure what Neil's even talking about until he glances down. "Oh. Yeah." He shrugs. "I wanted to get one and I figured I wouldn't think it was stupid in ten years." He's not sure now if he'd thought about the symbolism before or after. Maybe at the time it had just been a neat design.

"It's Celtic."

"Well, if nothin' else, it's kinda hot," I murmur, thumb brushing over the inked design, teasing even though it's true. Then again, I think pretty much everything about him's hot.

"Good, 'cause it's not like it's coming off," he says, grinning again and letting his eyes slip closed. It feels good, just that little touch. Everything feels good.

"Now we just need to find someone."