now the Hunting Winds are loose...

[silenttrainbaby]

The piece of paper - the waiver - fluttered from Grey's hand as he pushed his way into Rat's rooms. He looks for the other boy, finds him and comes over. His clothes are dirty, pieces of gravel still sticking to them, something still in his hair. His hands are dirty, but his cheeks are flushed and he kneels before where Rat reads, pressing his cheek to Rat's hand.

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[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles, tries to play it stoic to tease him a little. There are places, scars mostly, where he does feel very little. And there are other places that make him glad for years of acting.

[silenttrainbaby]

No fair! Grey wouldn't know how to act if his life depended on it. Rat already knows that everything Grey feels shows on his face. So, Rat's seeming lack of response baffles him; he cocks his head, looking, as he closes fingers around taut nipples. This feels good ... doesn't it?

[plaguedrat]

That one provokes a gasp from him, breaking him out of acting. Straining forward, he pulls Grey up for another kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

Finally! Rat can taste Grey's grin as he still tries to tease and pinch even as they kiss, even as he feels his arousal rub against his pants.

[plaguedrat]

Rat pulls Grey closer, enjoying the warmth. It's strange but he swears he can taste happiness on him.

"Something good happened today?"

[silenttrainbaby]

A nod, even as Grey continues the kiss. He ran and jumped and flew again. That made him lean back, peer into Rat's face, thumb toward the door. Did he want to see? Did he want to go?

[plaguedrat]

Rat smirks a little, runs his hands up Grey's sides. "Show me later," he says, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh. Grey cants his chin to get Rat have more access, to feel the tingles go right down his chest. Later, yes.

[plaguedrat]

Sometimes it feels too decadent, here in his clean apartment, luxuriating in each other and taking all the time they want. Rat finds that he cares less and less about such things.

It should be a warning, but he doesn't care, too caught up in the way Grey moves against him.

[silenttrainbaby]

It is decadent: like Red Velvet cake, but without the stomach ache. Grey lets his fingers wander down this time, toward Rat's crotch.

[plaguedrat]

Shamelessly, Rat grins, a hand flicking down to open his jeans up for Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

He has to shuffle back a little, but Grey reaches in, then, knuckles brushing against the hardness he finds there. It makes him shiver and he scoots lower, kneeling then, between Rat's legs and leaning down. He flicks a look up at Rat - a silent request for permission.

[plaguedrat]

He nods, reaching out to touch Grey's hair and encourage him on. There's a spark in Grey that Rat's not sure he's encountered before but it puts extra life into his eyes and the energy flows into him too.

Today has been good, he guesses.

[silenttrainbaby]

Today has been good - of all the things Grey doesn't know here, he finally found something he did know. And he knows this - the act anyway. And he likes it. He like pleasing. He wants to please Rat. He pushes the material aside enough to pull out Rat's erection and hold it, kissing the tip before he starts to suckle.

[plaguedrat]

If Grey spoke, Rat would say it's not just about the pleasing. That it's something that makes them both feel.

But words suddenly become a far more difficult concept when Grey does that.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey finds he likes the taste - Rat's specific taste. He starts moving his hand and mouth in tandem, licking along the length of Rat's erection.

This makes him feel wanted. Needed.

[plaguedrat]

Regardless of what he does, Grey is wanted in Rat's life. The way they've come to understand one another, filling in the words for themselves. It means something.

So does this. Rat lets his eyes close, canting is hips forward a little.

[silenttrainbaby]

This is nurturing, really. It's taking care. It's giving pleasure and when he can, Grey looks up at Rat, gauging how he's doing, how he feels. His mouth is watering from the tang; he likes it.

[plaguedrat]

Not for the first time, Rat thinks he can't wait until that cast of Grey's comes off. The next week stretches out impossibly.

For now, this is enough, in a torturous way.

[silenttrainbaby]

Fingers graze along Rat's balls as Grey strokes and sucks; there might be small noises in there: hums that might vibrate along the length of Rat's erection. Grey wants to taste Rat's climax; he wants it to coat his tongue.

[plaguedrat]

He curses a little, fingers tight in Grey's hair. Grey means to undo him, just like this, and he's close.

"Shit...Grey..." he says, biting down on his lip.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's a rumble of a laugh, perhaps, as Grey speeds up what he's doing, tightening the grip of his almost-healed hand.

[plaguedrat]

It makes him smile too, knowing that Grey is laughing and teasing. There's something livening about the lack of desperation and furtiveness that makes him push harder into his mouth, panting as he spills over.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's swallowed down, and when Grey pulls away, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips swollen, tongue coated. His own cheeks are flushed, though it's hard to tell and he reaches up to touch Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

Rat bends forward to pull Grey into his lap for a kiss.