for plaguedrat - continued [possibly nsfw]

[silenttrainbaby]

[from here]

They are both whole, they are both young, and alive. And a tear may fall-just one- for Gilliam who isn't here, Grey can run his hands down Rat's front, the body much like his own.

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[silenttrainbaby]

Used to sleeping in the loud and cramped train, it's easy for Grey, like this, to fall asleep like this, warm and comfortable and as relaxed as he gets. He curls, Rat's hand cupped to his cheek.

[plaguedrat]

He sleeps well, enjoying the feeling of Grey's heartbeat against his. For once, his dreams aren't troubled by bad memories, letting him sleep until the sun rises.

When he wakes, it's still curled against Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

He still wakes with the sun because the sun was still new enough that the brightness warms his eyelids. He blinks hs eyes open and looks around, stretching as his eyes settles on Rat. He gives an almost shy smile.

[plaguedrat]

Rat's smile is soft, uncharacteristically open in the fondness that's growing for him. It's more than he should have allowed himself. Maybe he'll chide himself later.

Today though, he leans forward to kiss the shy smile.

[silenttrainbaby]

That is a wonderful way to start any day. Combined with the sun, the smell of the grass, Grey leans into that kiss to deepen it, reaching for Rat under the cover of the cloth.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods once, giving permission if it's asked, before relaxing into the kiss. The sun is warm on them where it sneaks through the trees and he feels truly safe for once.

He wants to stay here.

[silenttrainbaby]

There is no place else either of them need to be. Soon, perhaps, they will forage for food. But until then, they can be lazy. Is there any more luxury than that? Surely not.

They are young boys, too, despite all they have been through, and Grey grins as he springs over Rat on all fours, pinning him playfully.

[plaguedrat]

It's not a luxury Rat's often been able to enjoy, which akes it all the more a treat. Pned to his back, Rat's muscles tense and he falls back on his strength to push back, struggling playfully to steal a kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

They are truly well-matched with rapid-fire instincts. And even though Grey doesn't want to deny the kisses, they will, in this game, earn them. He leans to the side, dodging, rolling on his shoulder to a crouch, still grinning, still daring.

[plaguedrat]

Rat doesn't dare challenge this as somehow unfair. He rises to his feet, grinning as well as he tenses waiting to see what Grey will do.

[silenttrainbaby]

After a silent moment, Grey darts forward for Rat's chin, for a kiss. He's already more than half-hard.

[plaguedrat]

When Grey darts toward him, Rat closes his arms around the other boy and falls back into the grass, holding him tight in his grip.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's a moment when Grey toys at getting away, but he wants more than he does to play and he pecks little kisses at Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

Rat keeps one arm locked securely around Grey's middle. Not enough to actually hurt him, but if Grey tries to squirm away again, Rat will stop him. He doesn't think he has the patience for games, not when Grey is so close and he can feel him.

[silenttrainbaby]

He can feel him most certainly. He can feel Grey's straining erection, feel how his kisses change and deepen become more questing.

[plaguedrat]

Again, Rat nods, inviting Grey between kisses as the answer to his questions. They're free to enjoy themselves.

[silenttrainbaby]

As they kiss, Grey rolls them so that he is on his back, his legs spreading instinctively, hooking his ankles around Rat's slender hips.

[plaguedrat]

Rat exhales and looks down at Grey, admiring his lean form and how good it looks sprawled beneath him. He traces his fingertips up Grey's chest and throat, along his jaw, asking silently what it is he wants to do and how they should do it.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey rocks his hips up, giving Rat permission and urging. His cock lies hard against his belly.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods, kissing at Grey's jaw, up to his ear to whisper. "How do you want it?" It's almost too loud, no matter how quietly he asks.

While he waits for an answer, he slides a hand over Grey's chest, tracing over his ribs and slowly down.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey catches Rat's chin, so their eyes meet. Face to face. He wants to look into Rat's eyes when they are like this. To see how it feels, to show Rat how it feels. Like this. There are goosepimples on his arms.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods and turns to the jacket he discarded last night, thinking he'll have something to make this comfortable, good.

Searching through the pockets with his fingertips, Rat turns back to Grey to kiss him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Spit for slickness is what Grey is used to. Between kisses, he watches what Rat is doing, curious but not alarmed.

[plaguedrat]

They're in luck. Rat finds a few small tubes of ointment and lotion that Shion had stuffed into his jacket when he'd cut the bullet out of him. It's been a while since but apparently he never thought to check...taking it for granted that Shion wouldn't have been so thoughtful.

Taking a few of the samples in his hand, he moves back over Grey, contemplating what will work best.

[silenttrainbaby]

Reaching for one of them, Grey holds it, smells it, his brows drawn in question. What is this?