silenttrainbaby | now the Hunting Winds are loose...

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

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silenttrainbaby

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

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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.

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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.

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plaguedrat

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.