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Joe Flanigan and David Hewlett. There you are. Part 2/2
[Back in 2000. Crossposted togeekshop]
[The same day that Pixel has a vet appointment and spills some beans, which is followed by Joe getting himself a home cooked meal...]
He kisses David again, really lingering over it this time. "Which way?" he whispers.
"To my bedroom?" David's voice is distressingly squeaky.
"Bathroom, living room, garage, I don't care, so long as I can lie down before my knees just completely give out," Joe says, laughing at himself.
"Down the other hallway past the front door," David says. He's very, very thankful for the bungalow now--stairs wouldn't be good right now.
Slowly--reluctantly--Joe pulls back away from David and reaches for his hand. "So take me there."
"Okay." David curls his fingers around Joe's and leads him out of the kitchen, flicking the lights off behind them. The house is dark, though there's a few nightlights that come on briefly as they move past them, and, well, it's David's house. Eventually he pulls Joe into the bedroom and gropes for a lamp.
As soon as the light is on and he can see where they are and where David is, Joe pulls him in close again, because really, it's already been too long since he got to kiss David. "It's nice--I like it. It has a bed," is all he manages to get out before he's pressed up against David and kissing him again.
The bed's unmade; his bathrobe is thrown over his reading/laptop chair; there's a pair of dirty socks on the floor, and a few cat and/or dog toys here and there. There are gadgets and David-toys everywhere.
But, yes, it has a bed, and David grasps Joe's arms and he leans up into the kiss. Kissing's good--very good.
Joe's a guy, so he honestly couldn't give a damn if the bed is made or not, just so long as it's there and close by because sooner or later, he's just going to want to stretch out and not be standing anymore, the better to get so he's touching even more of David.
He groans into the kiss and slides his hands down David's back, pressing in a little bit as he starts to consider maybe just maybe sneaking his fingers underneath David's shirt.
David actually squirms against Joe and starts tugging him back to the bed, careful not to break the kiss. His stomach is all tied up in knots and his palms are sweaty but this is undoubtedly the single most glorious thing he's ever experienced. Even more so than when he got his iPod to do everything he wanted it to do.
Beds. God, Joe loves beds. Especially when he's all wrapped up in a cute, funny, really nice guy who can cook and tastes good, and maybe it's not fair that he had the inside track to actually know that David would be interested in him, but right now, David just doesn't care. David's shirt 'accidentally' got tugged loose from his waistband when they lay down, which gives Joe a perfect excuse to slip his hand underneath it, splaying his hand out flat against the small of David's back.
Joe's hand is on David's bare skin and David lets out a rather embarrassing sort of whimper. No, it's not a 'sort of' whimper--it really is a whimper, and it's embarrassing as all hell and David hides his face against Joe's neck.
God, that sound from David... right now, all that Joe can think about is getting him to make it again, and wondering what he'd need to do in order to make it happen. He squirms around a little more, moving until he can get his other hand up and under his shirt, fingers dragging their way up David's back.
This time it's a little moan, and David arches closer to Joe. He's already hard, pressing against Joe's hip, and he wonders if he's even going to survive this. Joe's hot--damn hot; maybe the hottest guy David's ever had in his bed. Ohmygod.
He can feel David's cock pressing against his hip, and Joe's suddenly wondering if David keeps it really hot in here, maybe for the kitten, or for the computers or for some other reason he can't think of, but all he knows is that there are way too many clothes on right now and that's just not going to work for him for much longer. He rocks against David's body then grabs hold of his shirt, starting to tug it up higher, wanting it off.
"Oh." David leans up and lets Joe pull the shirt off of him. He looks a little bashful, just for a moment, and quickly leans in for another kiss. A moment later, he murmurs softly against Joe's mouth, "Can we take off your shirt, too?"
God, David's skin is soft. He's so absorbed with running his hands over him it takes him a moment or two to realize that David's asked him a question. "Oh... yeah, I... yeah, we can. I mean, if you want to."
"Really? Yeah?" David tugs at Joe's shirt, until it's up over his head and he can toss it to the floor.
Gee, you're awfully furry, aren't you?
That wasn't David, although for just a moment, Joe had to wonder, between yelping in surprise and whipping around to look for the source of the incredibly true statement.
"What? What happened? Joe?" David looks horrified, and he as he sits up he actually grabs a corner of a sheet and pulls it up to his chest.
He can't see Max sitting on the floor, head cocked to the side, tail wagging. Pixel's sitting next to him.
"He--she--voyeurs!" Joe gasps, pointing in the direction of the animals, unaware that they're not within David's line of sight.
David turns, sees his kitten and his dog, and turns bright, bright red. "Out!" he says, pointing to the door. "Out. Now."
Hmph. Spoilsport. Pixel stands up and, tail in the air, stalks from the room. Max sighs and follows behind her.
"Oh, my God," David says. He gets to his feet and hurries to the door, closing it.
"Well... that was...abrupt," Joe says, very awkwardly, trying to cover his fuzz with a hand, which is completely unfeasible.
"I'm... I'm really sorry." David stands a bit straighter, squaring his shoulders as he makes his way to sit cautiously on the edge of his bed. He can't stop staring at Joe's arms.
"Hey, I've got pets, remember? A lot of them. It just really surprised me is all... I expect it at my house," Joe says, wondering what's wrong with his arms.
David reaches out and runs his fingers along Joe's arm. "I should have closed the door. Open doors are an invitation, really."
"It's okay," Joe says, sliding a bit closer so David doesn't have to reach as far. "The door's closed now, so... that's good, right?"
"That's... that's really good." David grins, lopsidedly, then leans in for a kiss. His hand slides up Joe's arm, to his shoulder, up into his hair.
"You're really not worried about getting your hand lost in there? Pretty fuzzy," Joe murmurs, right against David's lips.
"I don't mind. You're still hot." David urges Joe down onto the bed again.
"I'm hot?" Joe's voice doesn't get all high and squeaky there. Really. It doesn't.
"Yeah." David nuzzles at Joe's neck. "Really hot."
If he's kissing David, he doesn't have to answer that, and David can't see him blushing. This is a win-win proposition for Joe, which is as much reason as anything why he rolls David over onto his back and practically climbs him, groaning into the kiss at the skin-to-skin contact.
"God." David arches up against him, fingertips trailing up and down his spine. "Joe." He flattens his hands against Joe's back, then runs them down to his ass.
It's been... well, longer than Joe likes to think about, at any rate. He's busy, and he's got a house that looks like a petting zoo, and it just doesn't leave a lot of time or occasion for a social life, and yet he's here anyway, and this adorable guy is making him feel like he's back in high school or something. "David..." he murmurs in response, biting very gently against David's mouth.
David groans and pushes up against him even as he pulls Joe's hips down against his. "God, you're gorgeous. I haven't told you that, have I? I can't believe you want me." He laughs, a little high-pitched, a lot nervous.
"You can't believe it? I'm barely getting any blood flow to my brain right now, and you can't believe it?" Joe can't help teasing, even though the laughter comes out as yet another groan.
"Maybe..." David swallows hard and gives another crooked smile, "maybe it's time for a little more proof." He tugs a little at Joe's pants.
"Ohgod, please, yes." It's almost embarrassing how quickly Joe jumps all over that one, hips jerking toward David, giving him a nice hard grind right against his body.
"C'mon. Let's get you out of these." David urges Joe over to open his fly and tug his pants down his hips, over his legs. He looks up at him for a moment--god he's hot.
Thank God he'd gotten a chance to go home and shower and everything before he'd come over to see David. The boxer shorts he'd been wearing to work had bunnies on them, and they just weren't exactly the sexiest thing he owned. He pushes himself up on his elbows and forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can look down at David, swallowing hard and breathing faster. "It's like I can breathe again."
David laughs breathlessly, then reaches up to tug Joe's boxers down and off, too. He licks his lip, looks up at Joe, then leans in and nuzzles at his cock. "Joe..."
Oh. God. "David... oh God, I really can't be the only one here not wearing pants, please?" he rasps, looking almost sad because David's just out of reach for him to help.
David looks up at him. "You want me to take off my pants?"
"I really, really, really want you to take off your pants. Really."
David licks his lip, then sits back on his heels and looks nervous again. He ducks his head as he opens his fly, hands hesitating a moment as he peeks up at Joe.
He can't imagine what's got David so nervous, but it just won't do because Joe really wasn't kidding about wanting him out of his pants. Joe pushes up and shifts down toward David, moving his hand down the front of his pants, smiling as he gives him a slow, kind of awkward stroke through his boxers. "Oh yeah. Definitely need these gone."
David moans. "Oh, my God. Joe." He swallows hard and tries to wriggle out of his pants, awkward and hesitant.
Screw hesitant--they need more naked now. Joe decides to help, pushing them down, bumping against David's hip with his cheek as he tries to shove them lower. "Do you have any idea how soft your skin is?"
"I might have heard," David mumbles, pushing his fingers into Joe's hair again.
Joe groans as his hair is touched, dropping his head to rest against David's thigh, breath hot against his skin. "God, David... I need you," he mumbles, cheeks flushing even though he's not really embarrassed just... he doesn't even know. Maybe it's a reflex. Maybe he's just surprised how much he means it.
"Me too." David laughs, breathless again--or perhaps still. He tugs gently at Joe, urging him up. "Please. Joe, I want you."
"Me too. God, I already said that, didn't I?" Joe groans, trying to kiss wherever he can reach on the way up David's body. "What do you... uh, do you... like?"
"You?" David laughs again, putting his hands on Joe's hips and rocking up against him. "I like this. I like this a lot."
"This is good. Really good," Joe agrees, getting more and more breathless all the time, sneaking his hands around David's hips, fingers teasing against his ass.
David spreads his legs a little wider, thrusting up against Joe again. He hooks one leg over Joe's, clutches at his shoulders, as his eyes slip closed. "Joe--god. Don't stop touching me."
"Do you want me to... David, do you want me?" Joe murmurs, right against his ear. Not stopping. At all.
"Yes. God, Joe, yes, I want you. I want you so much."
"Tell me you've got something 'cause I don't, except in my jacket, and I don't want to walk out there naked in front of Max and Pixel."
"What? I--oh." David swallows hard and shivers, clutching harder at Joe for a moment. "Drawer. That way." He points over Joe's shoulder. "Second one."
"Second one," Joe nods, starting to reach over, then pausing, looking down at Joe. "You sure? 'Cause I don't need to... or you could, y'know. If you wanted to. Or anything. I'm... really pathetically easy on this one, believe me."
"I want it," David says. "Really. Please?"
Joe smiles, then kisses him again, even as he reaches blindly over and slides open the drawer, fumbling and hoping that he's able to find what he's looking for just by touch.
David can't quite keep still, hips moving of their own volition, fingers running through his hair over and over. He's not really sure how long he's going to be able to keep going like this, but he decides it doesn't matter--they'll be able to do this again.
Lube--check. Condom--check. Actually, he's got several, but if he drops one, he'll probably lose them all, so he keeps his grip on the whole bunch until he can dump them onto the bed. Leaving the drawer open, he breaks the kiss with a gasp, pulling back so he can look down at David. "God, I've wanted to do this for awhile."
"You've wanted to fuck me for awhile?" David is very surprised and very pleased by this news. "Joe--oh, hell." He pulls Joe's head down, kisses him hard.
"I've-" is all Joe gets out for the moment, what with David kissing the life out of him and all, the lube gripped tightly in his hand. "I've seen your ass, of course I've wanted to fuck you," he manages to gasp once he breaks for air.
"You've--but--you've been looking at my ass? Oh my God." David covers his face.
Joe laughs a little, then moves David's arms so he can see his face. "Yeah, I've definitely been looking at your ass. I like your ass. You, unlike me, actually have an ass worth looking at. And fucking."
Something about those words sent a shiver down David's spine. "Oh. I didn't know. Your ass is really nice. I like it."
"Ah, it's nothing special." Plus it's all fuzzy. "Your ass though..." which is a perfect excuse for Joe's hands to find their way back to David's ass. "Your ass I like."
"And you..." David swallows hard and squirms. "Joe, I want..." He nips at Joe's lower lip. "I want."
"I know," Joe nods, moving his fingers in slow circles. "It's been a little while, but believe me, I can tell."
David closes his eyes. "Do you want me to..." Fingers. Oh, God, Joe's fingers. He moans softly and forces himself to look up at him again. "Do you want me like this? Or do you want a better... view?"
A better view. So help him God, for a moment or two, Joe thought he might just embarrass himself completely and come, right then and there. "I-" he starts, his voice cracking like he was fifteen. Clearing his throat, he tries again. "A better view... sounds really, really good."
For a moment, that shyness is there on David's face again. Then he urges Joe up a bit so that he can turn over and get up onto his knees. It's been so long since he's wanted someone like this, and he's shaking just a little.
Joe's not sure he can move, once David goes up and on his knees like that. Or swallow. Hell, he's not sure he can breathe. "God," he finally manages, the word croaking out of him. "You should... you should just see you. Like this. God, David," he murmurs, finally reaching one hand out and smoothing it over one cheek, very gently.
David shivers again. He's kind of glad he can't, as he braces himself on his forearms. He can't speak, so all he does is make a little whimper of appreciation. He hopes it's enough.
Enough... oh yeah. Although Joe thinks he can get better and louder and a lot more out of him, but hey. He's patient. Or something. Clearing his throat, he keeps the one hand smoothing over David's ass while the free one smears lube all over his fingers, trying to pretend that he isn't shaking at all as he lifts his hand up, just gently touching first, then slowly, probably too slowly, starting to push inside.
"Ohgoodgod." All the air leaves David's lungs in a rush. "That's--I like that. More. God, Joe, please more."
"I'm not going anywhere," Joe promises, unable to resist the temptation to lean in and brush his lips over David's (so fucking soft) skin. Groaning, he keeps pushing his finger deeper, just one to start with. He wants to remember this. No point in being in a crazy rush.
"Your fingers. I couldn't stop myself from watching them. They... they're gorgeous. Like--Joethatfeelssogood." David groans. Joe's gorgeous fingers--inside him--he's imagined this. And what it leads to.
Joe can't help looking just a little bit smug at that. Fortunately for him, David's not looking in his direction, and if he likes Joe's fingers as much as he just said he did, now that Joe's sliding a second one inside him and curling them carefully, he's really not going to notice whether Joe looks smug or not. "Feels good?" he repeats, murmuring softly.
"Nnn!" David replies, clutching at the blankets. So much for coherency. Or thought really. Or possibly ever moving again.
That's a yes. Not that Joe's looking smug anymore, he's back to trying to get more of those noises out of David. And wondering if he still knows how to put on a condom one-handed because he really doesn't want to pull his hand away.
David's more than helpful in the noise department, finding it harder and harder to keep quiet now. Not that he's in any way even remotely coherent. He keeps shifting his hips back to meet Joe's fingers, groaning and feeling more than a little demanding, but... fingers, dammit.
"Fuck... oh, fuck, fuck..." Joe keeps muttering, somewhere right under his breath, staring openly at David and trying to remember how to breathe. His free hand fumbles for the condom, having to bring it up and rip it open with his teeth, then somehow (very awkwardly) managing to get it rolled on. "David? David please, I want..."
"Do it. Do it, God, Joe, just do it. I want it!" Nooo, David doesn't sound at all desperate. He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so damned horny right now. He shifts his knees further apart and peers back over his shoulder. "Please?"
Well good God, Joe's only human, and there's no way on earth he's going to deny either of them when David's looking and moving and sounding like that. He makes a strange sort of whimpering sound, then drags his fingers back and moves up between David's legs, both hands going to his hips as he starts pushing inside him.
All of David's breath escapes his lungs all over again--he can't breathe, he's suffocating, and it feels so perfect. Joe--oh, God, this is Joe, inside him. He's not going to survive this.
Joe's gonna die. David's so tight around him, so hot and perfect and why did he wait this long? Why did he have to get the high sign from the animals before he made a move? He's known David for ages, and they could have been doing this sooner? If he wasn't a little bit busy right now, he'd be kicking himself.
Joe could have anybody he wanted. David knows this. And yet here he is, with him. Joe wants him. David groans and reaches back, gropes with a hand, finds Joe's hip and holds on for a moment. "Fuck me," he whispers. "God, Joe, please."
"David...." Joe lets his head fall forward, staying still for just a few moments, then carefully rocking forward, not 'cause he thinks that David can't take it, but just because... just because. He wants to feel this, wants to remember it. And then he wants to do it a whole bunch more times.
"Yes." It's all David can manage and he lets his hand drop down to the bed again as he rocks back against Joe's hips. He starts moving back against him, wonders for a wild moment if he's acting kind of slutty right now, sleeping with someone on their second date, but to hell with that.
And as soon as David starts moving with him, it's all over, at least as far as any kind of restraint is concerned. He makes a low, broken sound, and starts moving faster, eyes screwing closed as he holds on tighter to David.
For now, David can't make another word, though he does manage an impressive array of sounds as he moves with each push of Joe's hips. He's always vocal, though not necessarily talking. He wants Joe to touch him, but can't even string a short sentence together.
He's not going to last that long, and if he's not going to last that long, it's really only fair that he bring David with him. Joe makes another whimpering-like noise, his hand staring to slide down over David's stomach and down, fingers curling around his cock and starting to stroke. "David.. I'm not... I can't... not for much more," he admits, forcing the words out.
That's really all it takes. David squeezes his eyes shut as he comes with a loud groan, shuddering helplessly against Joe and then falling still--except for the way his arms shake as he tries to keep holding himself up.
"God, David!" A half-dozen more thrusts, and Joe's following him right over that last shudder of David's shorting his brain out completely. He goes still, buried as deep inside David's body as he can get and tries not to fall on top of him, head dropping down to rest against David's back as he gasps for air.
David lets out a little whimper then gives in to his desperate need to collapse on the bed. He closes his eyes, breathes deeply, face half-buried in a blanket.
Joe takes a moment or two to deal with the condom, then flops down half on top of David, hair sticking to his forehead. "So. Hi. Yeah, okay. Good," he mumbles.
"Nnf?"
"Yeah," Joe nods a few times, reaching up and awkwardly patting the top of David's head. "Me too."
"Are we lying at the foot of the bed?"
"Um..." Joe lifts his head up. "Yes. Yes we are."
"Unh." David gathers up the duvet in his arms and settles his head on it like a pillow.
Joe agrees. He should probably ask if he can stay, or... something, but... his animals are fed at home, and they'll be fine until morning, or later. Right now, curling up on David's shoulder and closing his eyes? Sounds like a plan.
"You need to go home and feed your menagerie?"
If he could move? He'd kiss David right on the mouth. "I... kind of fed them a little extra. In case I was... you know, in case I was late. From the watching movies."
"From the watching movies. Right. You so planned on seducing me, didn't you?" David teases.
Joe squirms a little bit, glad that David can't tell that he's blushing. "Maaaaaybe."
"Well, I'm definitely glad you like my geeky self enough to want to seduce me."
"I like your geeky self. It's sexy," Joe protests. "And I'm just glad you were into being seduced."
David would sit up really fast right now if he could move. "You think I'm... sexy?" he asks, as if the word is entirely foreign.
"Oh, yeah," Joe says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Besides, it's true. "Plus, you cook. That's like... I'm sure there's a mathematical formula for how much sexier a person becomes just by the fact that they cook."
"No one's ever said that to me before," David says, quietly.
Joe shifts a bit more, rolling onto his side so he can see David. "Well... then they were dumb," he says, blunt and obvious.
David looks bashful, but he finally makes himself roll onto his side. He leans in and gives Joe a quick kiss. "Well... thank you."
"You're welcome. So... do you... need to go do things, or should I... I don't really know where my pants are right now, you know."
"I don't know where they are, either, so I think it's best if maybe we look for them in the morning."
"That's the best idea I've heard in like, at least five minutes."
"But somebody ought to get the light."
"Damn. True. I don't suppose Max and Pixel are trained to do that, huh?" Not to mention that Joe really doesn't need their commentary right now. Pixel's WAY too little to understand what's going on in here. Max better not be explaining.
"No." With some effort, David pushes himself up and off the bed, then wanders over to shut off the lamp. The room is plunged in darkness and a moment later there's a thud and an ow! and then David says, in a small voice from the floor, "I think I just found your pants."
*
[Back in 2000. Crossposted to
geekshop][The same day that Pixel has a vet appointment and spills some beans, which is followed by Joe getting himself a home cooked meal...]
He kisses David again, really lingering over it this time. "Which way?" he whispers.
"To my bedroom?" David's voice is distressingly squeaky.
"Bathroom, living room, garage, I don't care, so long as I can lie down before my knees just completely give out," Joe says, laughing at himself.
"Down the other hallway past the front door," David says. He's very, very thankful for the bungalow now--stairs wouldn't be good right now.
Slowly--reluctantly--Joe pulls back away from David and reaches for his hand. "So take me there."
"Okay." David curls his fingers around Joe's and leads him out of the kitchen, flicking the lights off behind them. The house is dark, though there's a few nightlights that come on briefly as they move past them, and, well, it's David's house. Eventually he pulls Joe into the bedroom and gropes for a lamp.
As soon as the light is on and he can see where they are and where David is, Joe pulls him in close again, because really, it's already been too long since he got to kiss David. "It's nice--I like it. It has a bed," is all he manages to get out before he's pressed up against David and kissing him again.
The bed's unmade; his bathrobe is thrown over his reading/laptop chair; there's a pair of dirty socks on the floor, and a few cat and/or dog toys here and there. There are gadgets and David-toys everywhere.
But, yes, it has a bed, and David grasps Joe's arms and he leans up into the kiss. Kissing's good--very good.
Joe's a guy, so he honestly couldn't give a damn if the bed is made or not, just so long as it's there and close by because sooner or later, he's just going to want to stretch out and not be standing anymore, the better to get so he's touching even more of David.
He groans into the kiss and slides his hands down David's back, pressing in a little bit as he starts to consider maybe just maybe sneaking his fingers underneath David's shirt.
David actually squirms against Joe and starts tugging him back to the bed, careful not to break the kiss. His stomach is all tied up in knots and his palms are sweaty but this is undoubtedly the single most glorious thing he's ever experienced. Even more so than when he got his iPod to do everything he wanted it to do.
Beds. God, Joe loves beds. Especially when he's all wrapped up in a cute, funny, really nice guy who can cook and tastes good, and maybe it's not fair that he had the inside track to actually know that David would be interested in him, but right now, David just doesn't care. David's shirt 'accidentally' got tugged loose from his waistband when they lay down, which gives Joe a perfect excuse to slip his hand underneath it, splaying his hand out flat against the small of David's back.
Joe's hand is on David's bare skin and David lets out a rather embarrassing sort of whimper. No, it's not a 'sort of' whimper--it really is a whimper, and it's embarrassing as all hell and David hides his face against Joe's neck.
God, that sound from David... right now, all that Joe can think about is getting him to make it again, and wondering what he'd need to do in order to make it happen. He squirms around a little more, moving until he can get his other hand up and under his shirt, fingers dragging their way up David's back.
This time it's a little moan, and David arches closer to Joe. He's already hard, pressing against Joe's hip, and he wonders if he's even going to survive this. Joe's hot--damn hot; maybe the hottest guy David's ever had in his bed. Ohmygod.
He can feel David's cock pressing against his hip, and Joe's suddenly wondering if David keeps it really hot in here, maybe for the kitten, or for the computers or for some other reason he can't think of, but all he knows is that there are way too many clothes on right now and that's just not going to work for him for much longer. He rocks against David's body then grabs hold of his shirt, starting to tug it up higher, wanting it off.
"Oh." David leans up and lets Joe pull the shirt off of him. He looks a little bashful, just for a moment, and quickly leans in for another kiss. A moment later, he murmurs softly against Joe's mouth, "Can we take off your shirt, too?"
God, David's skin is soft. He's so absorbed with running his hands over him it takes him a moment or two to realize that David's asked him a question. "Oh... yeah, I... yeah, we can. I mean, if you want to."
"Really? Yeah?" David tugs at Joe's shirt, until it's up over his head and he can toss it to the floor.
Gee, you're awfully furry, aren't you?
That wasn't David, although for just a moment, Joe had to wonder, between yelping in surprise and whipping around to look for the source of the incredibly true statement.
"What? What happened? Joe?" David looks horrified, and he as he sits up he actually grabs a corner of a sheet and pulls it up to his chest.
He can't see Max sitting on the floor, head cocked to the side, tail wagging. Pixel's sitting next to him.
"He--she--voyeurs!" Joe gasps, pointing in the direction of the animals, unaware that they're not within David's line of sight.
David turns, sees his kitten and his dog, and turns bright, bright red. "Out!" he says, pointing to the door. "Out. Now."
Hmph. Spoilsport. Pixel stands up and, tail in the air, stalks from the room. Max sighs and follows behind her.
"Oh, my God," David says. He gets to his feet and hurries to the door, closing it.
"Well... that was...abrupt," Joe says, very awkwardly, trying to cover his fuzz with a hand, which is completely unfeasible.
"I'm... I'm really sorry." David stands a bit straighter, squaring his shoulders as he makes his way to sit cautiously on the edge of his bed. He can't stop staring at Joe's arms.
"Hey, I've got pets, remember? A lot of them. It just really surprised me is all... I expect it at my house," Joe says, wondering what's wrong with his arms.
David reaches out and runs his fingers along Joe's arm. "I should have closed the door. Open doors are an invitation, really."
"It's okay," Joe says, sliding a bit closer so David doesn't have to reach as far. "The door's closed now, so... that's good, right?"
"That's... that's really good." David grins, lopsidedly, then leans in for a kiss. His hand slides up Joe's arm, to his shoulder, up into his hair.
"You're really not worried about getting your hand lost in there? Pretty fuzzy," Joe murmurs, right against David's lips.
"I don't mind. You're still hot." David urges Joe down onto the bed again.
"I'm hot?" Joe's voice doesn't get all high and squeaky there. Really. It doesn't.
"Yeah." David nuzzles at Joe's neck. "Really hot."
If he's kissing David, he doesn't have to answer that, and David can't see him blushing. This is a win-win proposition for Joe, which is as much reason as anything why he rolls David over onto his back and practically climbs him, groaning into the kiss at the skin-to-skin contact.
"God." David arches up against him, fingertips trailing up and down his spine. "Joe." He flattens his hands against Joe's back, then runs them down to his ass.
It's been... well, longer than Joe likes to think about, at any rate. He's busy, and he's got a house that looks like a petting zoo, and it just doesn't leave a lot of time or occasion for a social life, and yet he's here anyway, and this adorable guy is making him feel like he's back in high school or something. "David..." he murmurs in response, biting very gently against David's mouth.
David groans and pushes up against him even as he pulls Joe's hips down against his. "God, you're gorgeous. I haven't told you that, have I? I can't believe you want me." He laughs, a little high-pitched, a lot nervous.
"You can't believe it? I'm barely getting any blood flow to my brain right now, and you can't believe it?" Joe can't help teasing, even though the laughter comes out as yet another groan.
"Maybe..." David swallows hard and gives another crooked smile, "maybe it's time for a little more proof." He tugs a little at Joe's pants.
"Ohgod, please, yes." It's almost embarrassing how quickly Joe jumps all over that one, hips jerking toward David, giving him a nice hard grind right against his body.
"C'mon. Let's get you out of these." David urges Joe over to open his fly and tug his pants down his hips, over his legs. He looks up at him for a moment--god he's hot.
Thank God he'd gotten a chance to go home and shower and everything before he'd come over to see David. The boxer shorts he'd been wearing to work had bunnies on them, and they just weren't exactly the sexiest thing he owned. He pushes himself up on his elbows and forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can look down at David, swallowing hard and breathing faster. "It's like I can breathe again."
David laughs breathlessly, then reaches up to tug Joe's boxers down and off, too. He licks his lip, looks up at Joe, then leans in and nuzzles at his cock. "Joe..."
Oh. God. "David... oh God, I really can't be the only one here not wearing pants, please?" he rasps, looking almost sad because David's just out of reach for him to help.
David looks up at him. "You want me to take off my pants?"
"I really, really, really want you to take off your pants. Really."
David licks his lip, then sits back on his heels and looks nervous again. He ducks his head as he opens his fly, hands hesitating a moment as he peeks up at Joe.
He can't imagine what's got David so nervous, but it just won't do because Joe really wasn't kidding about wanting him out of his pants. Joe pushes up and shifts down toward David, moving his hand down the front of his pants, smiling as he gives him a slow, kind of awkward stroke through his boxers. "Oh yeah. Definitely need these gone."
David moans. "Oh, my God. Joe." He swallows hard and tries to wriggle out of his pants, awkward and hesitant.
Screw hesitant--they need more naked now. Joe decides to help, pushing them down, bumping against David's hip with his cheek as he tries to shove them lower. "Do you have any idea how soft your skin is?"
"I might have heard," David mumbles, pushing his fingers into Joe's hair again.
Joe groans as his hair is touched, dropping his head to rest against David's thigh, breath hot against his skin. "God, David... I need you," he mumbles, cheeks flushing even though he's not really embarrassed just... he doesn't even know. Maybe it's a reflex. Maybe he's just surprised how much he means it.
"Me too." David laughs, breathless again--or perhaps still. He tugs gently at Joe, urging him up. "Please. Joe, I want you."
"Me too. God, I already said that, didn't I?" Joe groans, trying to kiss wherever he can reach on the way up David's body. "What do you... uh, do you... like?"
"You?" David laughs again, putting his hands on Joe's hips and rocking up against him. "I like this. I like this a lot."
"This is good. Really good," Joe agrees, getting more and more breathless all the time, sneaking his hands around David's hips, fingers teasing against his ass.
David spreads his legs a little wider, thrusting up against Joe again. He hooks one leg over Joe's, clutches at his shoulders, as his eyes slip closed. "Joe--god. Don't stop touching me."
"Do you want me to... David, do you want me?" Joe murmurs, right against his ear. Not stopping. At all.
"Yes. God, Joe, yes, I want you. I want you so much."
"Tell me you've got something 'cause I don't, except in my jacket, and I don't want to walk out there naked in front of Max and Pixel."
"What? I--oh." David swallows hard and shivers, clutching harder at Joe for a moment. "Drawer. That way." He points over Joe's shoulder. "Second one."
"Second one," Joe nods, starting to reach over, then pausing, looking down at Joe. "You sure? 'Cause I don't need to... or you could, y'know. If you wanted to. Or anything. I'm... really pathetically easy on this one, believe me."
"I want it," David says. "Really. Please?"
Joe smiles, then kisses him again, even as he reaches blindly over and slides open the drawer, fumbling and hoping that he's able to find what he's looking for just by touch.
David can't quite keep still, hips moving of their own volition, fingers running through his hair over and over. He's not really sure how long he's going to be able to keep going like this, but he decides it doesn't matter--they'll be able to do this again.
Lube--check. Condom--check. Actually, he's got several, but if he drops one, he'll probably lose them all, so he keeps his grip on the whole bunch until he can dump them onto the bed. Leaving the drawer open, he breaks the kiss with a gasp, pulling back so he can look down at David. "God, I've wanted to do this for awhile."
"You've wanted to fuck me for awhile?" David is very surprised and very pleased by this news. "Joe--oh, hell." He pulls Joe's head down, kisses him hard.
"I've-" is all Joe gets out for the moment, what with David kissing the life out of him and all, the lube gripped tightly in his hand. "I've seen your ass, of course I've wanted to fuck you," he manages to gasp once he breaks for air.
"You've--but--you've been looking at my ass? Oh my God." David covers his face.
Joe laughs a little, then moves David's arms so he can see his face. "Yeah, I've definitely been looking at your ass. I like your ass. You, unlike me, actually have an ass worth looking at. And fucking."
Something about those words sent a shiver down David's spine. "Oh. I didn't know. Your ass is really nice. I like it."
"Ah, it's nothing special." Plus it's all fuzzy. "Your ass though..." which is a perfect excuse for Joe's hands to find their way back to David's ass. "Your ass I like."
"And you..." David swallows hard and squirms. "Joe, I want..." He nips at Joe's lower lip. "I want."
"I know," Joe nods, moving his fingers in slow circles. "It's been a little while, but believe me, I can tell."
David closes his eyes. "Do you want me to..." Fingers. Oh, God, Joe's fingers. He moans softly and forces himself to look up at him again. "Do you want me like this? Or do you want a better... view?"
A better view. So help him God, for a moment or two, Joe thought he might just embarrass himself completely and come, right then and there. "I-" he starts, his voice cracking like he was fifteen. Clearing his throat, he tries again. "A better view... sounds really, really good."
For a moment, that shyness is there on David's face again. Then he urges Joe up a bit so that he can turn over and get up onto his knees. It's been so long since he's wanted someone like this, and he's shaking just a little.
Joe's not sure he can move, once David goes up and on his knees like that. Or swallow. Hell, he's not sure he can breathe. "God," he finally manages, the word croaking out of him. "You should... you should just see you. Like this. God, David," he murmurs, finally reaching one hand out and smoothing it over one cheek, very gently.
David shivers again. He's kind of glad he can't, as he braces himself on his forearms. He can't speak, so all he does is make a little whimper of appreciation. He hopes it's enough.
Enough... oh yeah. Although Joe thinks he can get better and louder and a lot more out of him, but hey. He's patient. Or something. Clearing his throat, he keeps the one hand smoothing over David's ass while the free one smears lube all over his fingers, trying to pretend that he isn't shaking at all as he lifts his hand up, just gently touching first, then slowly, probably too slowly, starting to push inside.
"Ohgoodgod." All the air leaves David's lungs in a rush. "That's--I like that. More. God, Joe, please more."
"I'm not going anywhere," Joe promises, unable to resist the temptation to lean in and brush his lips over David's (so fucking soft) skin. Groaning, he keeps pushing his finger deeper, just one to start with. He wants to remember this. No point in being in a crazy rush.
"Your fingers. I couldn't stop myself from watching them. They... they're gorgeous. Like--Joethatfeelssogood." David groans. Joe's gorgeous fingers--inside him--he's imagined this. And what it leads to.
Joe can't help looking just a little bit smug at that. Fortunately for him, David's not looking in his direction, and if he likes Joe's fingers as much as he just said he did, now that Joe's sliding a second one inside him and curling them carefully, he's really not going to notice whether Joe looks smug or not. "Feels good?" he repeats, murmuring softly.
"Nnn!" David replies, clutching at the blankets. So much for coherency. Or thought really. Or possibly ever moving again.
That's a yes. Not that Joe's looking smug anymore, he's back to trying to get more of those noises out of David. And wondering if he still knows how to put on a condom one-handed because he really doesn't want to pull his hand away.
David's more than helpful in the noise department, finding it harder and harder to keep quiet now. Not that he's in any way even remotely coherent. He keeps shifting his hips back to meet Joe's fingers, groaning and feeling more than a little demanding, but... fingers, dammit.
"Fuck... oh, fuck, fuck..." Joe keeps muttering, somewhere right under his breath, staring openly at David and trying to remember how to breathe. His free hand fumbles for the condom, having to bring it up and rip it open with his teeth, then somehow (very awkwardly) managing to get it rolled on. "David? David please, I want..."
"Do it. Do it, God, Joe, just do it. I want it!" Nooo, David doesn't sound at all desperate. He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so damned horny right now. He shifts his knees further apart and peers back over his shoulder. "Please?"
Well good God, Joe's only human, and there's no way on earth he's going to deny either of them when David's looking and moving and sounding like that. He makes a strange sort of whimpering sound, then drags his fingers back and moves up between David's legs, both hands going to his hips as he starts pushing inside him.
All of David's breath escapes his lungs all over again--he can't breathe, he's suffocating, and it feels so perfect. Joe--oh, God, this is Joe, inside him. He's not going to survive this.
Joe's gonna die. David's so tight around him, so hot and perfect and why did he wait this long? Why did he have to get the high sign from the animals before he made a move? He's known David for ages, and they could have been doing this sooner? If he wasn't a little bit busy right now, he'd be kicking himself.
Joe could have anybody he wanted. David knows this. And yet here he is, with him. Joe wants him. David groans and reaches back, gropes with a hand, finds Joe's hip and holds on for a moment. "Fuck me," he whispers. "God, Joe, please."
"David...." Joe lets his head fall forward, staying still for just a few moments, then carefully rocking forward, not 'cause he thinks that David can't take it, but just because... just because. He wants to feel this, wants to remember it. And then he wants to do it a whole bunch more times.
"Yes." It's all David can manage and he lets his hand drop down to the bed again as he rocks back against Joe's hips. He starts moving back against him, wonders for a wild moment if he's acting kind of slutty right now, sleeping with someone on their second date, but to hell with that.
And as soon as David starts moving with him, it's all over, at least as far as any kind of restraint is concerned. He makes a low, broken sound, and starts moving faster, eyes screwing closed as he holds on tighter to David.
For now, David can't make another word, though he does manage an impressive array of sounds as he moves with each push of Joe's hips. He's always vocal, though not necessarily talking. He wants Joe to touch him, but can't even string a short sentence together.
He's not going to last that long, and if he's not going to last that long, it's really only fair that he bring David with him. Joe makes another whimpering-like noise, his hand staring to slide down over David's stomach and down, fingers curling around his cock and starting to stroke. "David.. I'm not... I can't... not for much more," he admits, forcing the words out.
That's really all it takes. David squeezes his eyes shut as he comes with a loud groan, shuddering helplessly against Joe and then falling still--except for the way his arms shake as he tries to keep holding himself up.
"God, David!" A half-dozen more thrusts, and Joe's following him right over that last shudder of David's shorting his brain out completely. He goes still, buried as deep inside David's body as he can get and tries not to fall on top of him, head dropping down to rest against David's back as he gasps for air.
David lets out a little whimper then gives in to his desperate need to collapse on the bed. He closes his eyes, breathes deeply, face half-buried in a blanket.
Joe takes a moment or two to deal with the condom, then flops down half on top of David, hair sticking to his forehead. "So. Hi. Yeah, okay. Good," he mumbles.
"Nnf?"
"Yeah," Joe nods a few times, reaching up and awkwardly patting the top of David's head. "Me too."
"Are we lying at the foot of the bed?"
"Um..." Joe lifts his head up. "Yes. Yes we are."
"Unh." David gathers up the duvet in his arms and settles his head on it like a pillow.
Joe agrees. He should probably ask if he can stay, or... something, but... his animals are fed at home, and they'll be fine until morning, or later. Right now, curling up on David's shoulder and closing his eyes? Sounds like a plan.
"You need to go home and feed your menagerie?"
If he could move? He'd kiss David right on the mouth. "I... kind of fed them a little extra. In case I was... you know, in case I was late. From the watching movies."
"From the watching movies. Right. You so planned on seducing me, didn't you?" David teases.
Joe squirms a little bit, glad that David can't tell that he's blushing. "Maaaaaybe."
"Well, I'm definitely glad you like my geeky self enough to want to seduce me."
"I like your geeky self. It's sexy," Joe protests. "And I'm just glad you were into being seduced."
David would sit up really fast right now if he could move. "You think I'm... sexy?" he asks, as if the word is entirely foreign.
"Oh, yeah," Joe says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Besides, it's true. "Plus, you cook. That's like... I'm sure there's a mathematical formula for how much sexier a person becomes just by the fact that they cook."
"No one's ever said that to me before," David says, quietly.
Joe shifts a bit more, rolling onto his side so he can see David. "Well... then they were dumb," he says, blunt and obvious.
David looks bashful, but he finally makes himself roll onto his side. He leans in and gives Joe a quick kiss. "Well... thank you."
"You're welcome. So... do you... need to go do things, or should I... I don't really know where my pants are right now, you know."
"I don't know where they are, either, so I think it's best if maybe we look for them in the morning."
"That's the best idea I've heard in like, at least five minutes."
"But somebody ought to get the light."
"Damn. True. I don't suppose Max and Pixel are trained to do that, huh?" Not to mention that Joe really doesn't need their commentary right now. Pixel's WAY too little to understand what's going on in here. Max better not be explaining.
"No." With some effort, David pushes himself up and off the bed, then wanders over to shut off the lamp. The room is plunged in darkness and a moment later there's a thud and an ow! and then David says, in a small voice from the floor, "I think I just found your pants."
