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"God, just fucking..." He's laughing again, tugging at the hem of Neil's shirt, because it's a warm night and he wants to feel bare skin under his hands. They could do this mostly clothed, and it might be a little safer that way, but if they're going to fuck on the goddamn Compound roof he doesn't see much point in doing things in half measures.

"You're amazing," he murmurs, hands moving hungrily up Neil's back.

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"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."

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