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It was a little ironic; it was the first time that they slept together and they didn’t even sleep together to end up in Breach's bed on this random Monday night.
Gekko didn’t really even plan on staying the night. He was just supposed to spend an evening with him, curled up on his couch and doodling on miscellaneous manuals left unattended on the coffee table while Breach did maintenance on his arms.
Much to his dismay, his visit was once more unaccompanied. His radivore companions still hadn’t fully warmed up to his new friend, preferring to stay in his room or sometimes with Skye when he was spending time with Breach. He could tell that Thrash was being peer pressured into taking her friends’ side, begrudgingly staying with the rest of the group even though she had grown to actually like Breach. This unconventional bond was most likely due to her protective shell and spikes being the most receptive to the scratches from metal hands - especially compared to a complete softie like Mosh.
But, peer pressure is more convincing than a budding friendship, and Gekko had to venture out on his own once more. He still returns to the group later on to make sure that they are feeling alright and ready for bed, ignoring the grumpy noises and disapproving looks he gets as he gathers some of his essentials for spending the night elsewhere. He’d make up for this horrible betrayal the next day with a fulfilling meal of usually forbidden human foods and maybe an opportunity to play in the snow early in the morning before it melts. Luckily, the little guys’ love wasn’t too difficult to buy back.
Getting to utilise the entirety of Gekko’s bed to its fullest also wasn’t the worst thing for the group of four. With their favourite pillows and stuffed animals surrounding them, comfortably tucked in and still accepting their good night forehead kisses, Gekko leaves his companions to sleep hopefully soundly as he heads out again.
A sense of guilt stings his heart for a brief moment as he closes the door behind him, feeling like a slightly negligent parent for leaving the little guys by themselves. It wasn’t the first time that the group had slept by themselves and they were self-sufficient enough to manage on their own, but he still felt a sense of responsibility to watch over them.
That sting only sharpens and probes deeper as he can't help but let a feeling of nervous excitement dethrone it when he reaches the familiar door and quickly heads inside to minimise the chances of anyone noticing. The protocol did not exactly approve of such sleepovers, but it was an open secret that basically everyone still did it, regardless of the small number of agents that actually got caught for it. The biggest repercussions they would get would be a slap on the wrist and a stern suggestion not to do it again. The stakes really weren’t too high not to take the risk.
Gekko clicks the lock back in place and makes sure that the door stays locked behind him. He turns to face the room again and finds Breach still on the couch, wiping off any excess motor oil from his arms. Not like the cleanliness of his bedsheets was anything to write home about, but additional oil stains still weren’t too desirable.
Looking at Breach finishing up his work, Gekko finds himself feeling a little awkward just standing there. Somehow intentionally wanting to stay the night made him feel sheepish about his decision. Had he just impulsively mentioned feeling tired and nudged Breach toward asking him to sleep with him, that would have been no big deal. But deliberately telling Breach that he wants to stay the night with him felt so much more personal, like a planned step in their unspoken situationship.
But, at least Breach had taken his request well, still shrugging it off as not a big deal. The short conversation didn’t even carry any innuendo as a result of Gekko choosing to say that he wanted to sleep over, not with him.
Not like they hadn’t done that multiple times before - it wasn’t exactly a topic that he had to avoid. But it also wasn’t what he had in mind. He just wanted to sleep over; fall asleep next to another warm body and wake up next to someone as well, maybe get held in the process, too.
Even though they had spent even up to an hour together in bed in the afterglow of a hookup, they still hadn’t spent a full night together. It was almost like a bridge they just hadn’t felt like crossing, and admitting to each other that they might feel like crossing it had also been off the table.
Somehow deciding to take this step without actually sleeping together beforehand makes it less like a romantic, relationship-like gesture. It’s more like a sleepover.
And friends do sleepovers, right? Friends who have fucked each other on multiple occasions also do sleepovers, right?
It didn’t have to mean anything.
It would just be nice.
He knows he’s overthinking it just a little, but he can’t get his thoughts to quiet down. The butterflies in his stomach refuse to settle, and he can only hope that Breach is either having the same thoughts or just assuming that they were going to fuck regardless. It was up to him, really.
Whatever the night may bring along with it, Gekko prepares for it by washing his face and brushing his teeth in the bathroom, mindlessly rinsing the forgotten beard shavings down the drain in the process. He studies his reflection in the mirror, unsure of what to think of himself as he analyses every good and bad feature he has and contrasts them with every good and bad thought he’s having. There is no conclusion. It gets mind-numbing rather quickly, and he shakes every useless thought from his mind with a deep sigh before turning the lights off and returning to the bedroom.
He finds Breach sitting by an open window and snuffing out a cigarette between his thumb and index finger before dropping the butt of it into the glass jar on the windowsill. He leaves the window open to hopefully make the lingering smell of the cigarette smoke dissolve, also making the relatively warm air in the room drop in temperature.
It’s definitely not anything Gekko minds, as much as the smell would probably make his head hurt in the long run, but at least the coolness of the room means that he gets to snuggle under a warm comforter soon. The thought makes him almost giddy.
They don't talk; Gekko doesn't know what to say. He just keeps watching, unsure of if he should get under said comforter already or wait for Breach to do it first as a confirmation that he can too. The previous awkward feeling returns as Breach doesn’t seem to mind his staring in the slightest, starting to undo his braid and remove the decals for his comfort’s sake. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair to give his scalp a break before loosely tying everything up again on the back of his neck.
A quick glance up at Gekko interrupts his staring and Breach visibly enjoys catching him in the act.
“Are you waiting for permission, or what?” he asks and nods towards his bed.
Gekko’s jaw drops slightly open as he tries to figure out something other than yes to say. He doesn’t manage, but luckily Breach continues to save him from the embarrassment.
“Just give me a minute.”
Gekko nods and again watches along as Breach walks past him and into the bathroom. Only then - left to his devices - does he properly wake up and start searching for his charger from his bag to plug his phone in for the night. He balances his phone on the edge of the nightstand that's closer to him, having to push the mess on it to the side to make even that little room for himself.
A short task, and he’s soon left with nothing to entertain himself with yet again. A shiver runs up his spine as a gust of wind makes its way into the room and he decides that the air is clear enough already to close the window. Just in a t-shirt and sweatpants, he wasn’t really prepared to face the cool November air head-on.
It’s even worse near the window, and so is the smell emerging from the half-full glass jar of cigarette butts. This habit of Breach’s had to be even more against the protocol rules than their little sleepover. Like a disapproving parent, Gekko just shakes his head as he tightens the lid of the jar before yanking the window closed. The smell lingers in his palms and he tries to wipe it away against his pants, somewhat successfully.
A series of more unfortunately quick tasks and he, once more, doesn't know what to do with himself. At least he's now further away from the bed, which seems a bit more appropriate. He is overthinking this entirely too much. He would rub his face to clear his mind, but the smell of the cigarettes getting near his face is less than desirable. He just sighs as he decides to sit down on the chair next to the window - Breach's smoking spot.
He looks around the room again, seeing it the same way that Breach does from this very chair. The shoes he tries to step into are a few sizes too big for him, but he still tries to take in the sight the same way that Breach does, getting lost in the thought of this room being a home.
Everything is still just as messy as it was the first time he stepped foot inside, though now it seems more cozy than a side-effect of laziness. That was almost a month ago, but the time seems to have passed in the blink of an eye. He's pretty sure that at least one of the coffee mugs in the room hasn't moved an inch in the past few weeks. Whatever was in it would probably be deadly by now. He'll check on it in another month or so.
The lights in the bathroom switch off and Gekko instinctively focuses on the doorway. He's not sure what else he was expecting, but the sight of Breach's half-naked frame still makes him want to avert his gaze out of respect. He doesn't end up actually looking away, though. He - as politely as possible - takes in the sight to the fullest, watching as Breach once more gathers his hair in a bun since taking his shirt off seemingly undid the first one.
And, once more, Gekko finds himself unsure of what to do with himself. There is no reason for him, a grown adult, to feel this sheepish around another person who has seen him in situations much, much worse than just sitting on a chair. It was getting ridiculous. Maybe they should fuck after all just to get rid of the anxiety that Gekko keeps misinterpreting as sexual tension.
Instead of voicing this suggestion, he just sits there, growing increasingly aware of himself as he keeps looking at Breach even when he's done with his hair. He thinks Breach can probably read the sudden nervousness from him, and he's glad that there is no mention of it. Still, his palms shouldn't be getting this sweaty. Especially in a room as cold as this one.
Breach finally brings the torturous silence to a stop, and he gestures vaguely towards the couch. “Grab a pillow if you want to be the little spoon.”
Not a sentence Gekko was expecting to hear but he still nods, hoping that Breach sees it before he turns the overhead light off. Gekko decides not to think about it too much as he pushes himself off the chair and blindly leans towards the couch next to him to grab himself a pillow.
They walk past each other in the small space between the foot of the bed and Breach's couch as they head to their respective sides.
Just like Gekko with his radivores, Breach had managed to convince some higher-ups to get him a bigger bed, explaining something slightly over-dramatized about his arms needing more room and a sturdier frame. It was only partly an exaggeration; his arms did take up more space than a regular pair would, but they didn't exactly require an upgrade to a king-sized mattress. But, there were no follow-up questions about it as the change was unsurprisingly low on the list of priorities for anyone else, so he got what he wanted. A bed large enough for him to comfortably extend and relax his arms on.
At least most of the time.
It was a small price to pay for having someone stay the night with him. Not like Gekko was just a ‘someone’ to him, but it still counts as another body. A noticeably smaller body, for sure, but a body nonetheless.
They both discard the same protocol-provided sweatpants that they're wearing, though Gekko still decides to keep his shirt on due to the lingering coldness.
The bedframe creaks quietly as Breach sits on the bed - a cue for Gekko to follow along. He lets his pants stay bunched up on the floor as he grabs the throw pillow and sits down as well. The duvet is already thrown to the side as Breach hadn't bothered making the bed that morning, and Gekko slips underneath it.
Leaning back, propped up on his hands sinking into the mattress, Gekko looks over at Breach. He makes out a familiar frame in the darkness, feeling how the weight on the mattress shifts next to him. The previous sense of nervousness starts to dissolve as he finds comfort in the familiarity of it all, from sitting on Breach’s bed and feeling Breach next to him. It doesn’t really matter what happens next; they can pretend that there’s still some tension in the air that's in need of evaporating.
The duvet moves as Breach lies down and pulls it up to his chest. As thick as his skin might be, the room is still unfortunately cold. He exhales deeply before turning to his side to face Gekko and extending his arm on the bed in an invitation.
“Alright, come on.” He snags the pillow from Gekko’s lap. “And take your shirt off.”
Gekko hesitates only for a second before following along, peeling his shirt off without a second thought and dropping it onto the floor. He fixes the second pillow on Breach’s bed to cushion the arm he’s going to rest his head on and lies down. He’s allowed a short moment to get comfortable before the throw pillow is moved to rest on his side, soon followed by Breach’s arm on top of it and wrapping around his torso.
The pressure of the heavy titanium helps him decompress with a sigh, his eyelids falling shut immediately. He blindly reaches to pull the duvet over Breach’s arm and his shoulders, letting the warmth of Breach’s body replace what his shirt would have provided. Getting that skin-to-skin contact definitely helps with warming up, and he gladly admits that Breach’s idea was better than his.
Tiredness catches up to him quickly as he yawns and sinks deeper into the mattress, leaning more against Breach. He rests his arm next to Breach’s, his fingertips mindlessly moving along the panel on the back of Breach’s hand.
Even though Breach doesn’t feel the gentle touch, he seemingly still reacts to it by pulling Gekko closer, momentarily tightening his hold around him. Like a hug.
“Is that good?” he asks, his voice quiet to match the calmness of the room.
Gekko nods, only agreeing with a pleased hum and squeezing Breach’s hand.
It’s better than good, actually. With the omission of his familiar weighted blanket, Breach’s arm is a surprisingly compelling replacement for it. The pressure is more pinpointed, but he definitely isn’t going to complain about having it focused on his torso. That, with the additional warmth radiating from Breach’s body, creates a comforting combination that encloses him with a feeling of safety.
The only thing that disturbs this peaceful setting is the lingering smell of cigarette smoke that has stuck to Breach’s hair and is now slowly infiltrating the still air around them. Gekko scrunches his nose and gently nudges Breach.
“You smell.”
Breach huffs, leaving the hairs on the back of Gekko’s neck standing up, before taking a deep breath and nudging Gekko back.
“You’re welcome to leave,” he reminds him, his voice light enough to let Gekko know that he doesn’t actually want him to.
Gekko picks up on it, letting out a little chuckle as he settles to get even more comfortable, cementing his choice to stay and just deal with it.
They let a silence settle over them, disturbing the serenity only by making small adjustments here and there to sink deeper into the mattress and let their bodies fall lax. Minutes pass and Gekko fights the sleep that wants to take him. As tired as he feels, as much as the arms around him invite him into peaceful unconsciousness, he wants to enjoy the moment for just a little while longer. Sleep was never the main attraction, anyway. This was.
He fixes his hold on Breach’s arm to get some movement in his body, trying to deter the sandman for a few more minutes.
“How do you say ‘good night’ in Swedish?” he asks quietly.
The question pulls Breach out of his almost half-asleep state and he sighs.
“God natt.” He speaks equally quietly.
Gekko can’t help but giggle at the answer, getting a light squeeze from Breach as a response.
“You didn’t even try to be original?”
He gets another nudge for his remark.
“And yours is?”
Gekko hums a confirmation before providing any evidence.
“Buenas noches.”
Breach can’t help but huff again, this time unintentionally nudging Gekko as his shoulders shake, before hugging him closer and relaxing once more.
“Yeah, you win,” he admits. Not a competition, but he still accepts his loss.
A smile stays on Gekko’s lips as he mirrors the act, letting himself relax and - with the sandman as their referee - lets this unconventional victory finally lull him to sleep.
The room is still surrounded by darkness and the is sun yet to rise when Gekko blinks his eyes open the next morning. Laying on his stomach, he takes a deep breath and buries his face in his pillow, refusing to wake up just yet. That attempt soon gets disrupted by a shiver running up his spine, followed up by him blindly trying to reach for the edge of the comforter to pull it up over his shoulders again.
Breach’s arm now rests on his back, still cushioned by the pillow and making his attempt at reaching for the comforter just that much more difficult. Though Gekko had shifted around in his sleep, Breach’s arm had stayed in place throughout the night. As comforting as that thought is, the constant pressure against his torso - and his almost painfully empty stomach - has turned more to the side of discomfort.
A deep breath that escapes as a low groan shows his displeasure and Gekko nudges Breach’s arm to turn to his side. The adjustment seems to wake Breach up as well, or at least makes him aware of Gekko being awake already. But instead of retreating his arm, Breach reaches further around Gekko’s torso and pulls him close to his chest again, letting Gekko readjust the pillow before leaving his arm wrapped around the smaller frame.
It’s a change that Gekko definitely doesn't mind as he leans heavier against Breach, feeling the difference in their body temperatures. At least he gets to be the one to get warmed up, a pleasant feeling of comfort seeping into his barely-awake system, whereas Breach now has an ice pack pressed to his chest. Yet he doesn’t complain, just holds Gekko close and lets him pull the duvet properly up to his chin.
Surrounded by warmth and feeling as content as ever, Gekko relaxes with another deep sigh and sinks deeper into the mattress. He rests his hand on top of Breach’s, intertwining their fingers and holding his hand like that.
The returning serenity readies him to fall asleep again in his familiar spot. Again, the sun hasn’t risen yet, so why should he?
As much as their daily routines didn’t particularly revolve around the movements of the sun, it was still too much to ask to be out and about before dawn. At least that’s what he tells himself as he readjusts his head on the pillow and lets the thought slip from his mind.
It’s calm and quiet, just how it should be. Even if they didn’t end up falling asleep again, it would still be a morning well spent.
Gekko ends up being the one not able to catch up on any more sleep as he can’t let the steady breaths that he hears become just background noise for him. It’s simply too nice of a moment to waste by returning to unconsciousness. He feels it against his back and the back of his neck; Breach’s torso moving calmly and steadily as his exhales reach his skin.
He gets used to the stable rhythm and even finds a pattern to count the steps of it in before it all gets disturbed by a sudden, sharp inhale and he gets pulled closer to Breach’s chest. The warm breath against the back of his neck is almost ticklish, and he readjusts his position to cover up the way he squirms.
He feels how Breach also readjusts behind him, tightening his grip for a second to pull him even closer before sighing deeply, waking himself up from what was almost sleep again.
Though, more than that, he feels Breach's hard-on rub against his ass through both of their boxers as he adjusts again, followed by yet another satisfied breath. Gekko can't help a little smile forming on his lips as he arches his back ever so slightly to push himself harder against Breach.
The reaction he gets is Breach just holding him closer, unintentionally squeezing his hand too.
“Morning,” Breach rasps out before inhaling deeply and purposefully rubbing himself against Gekko’s ass again.
Gekko lets out a quiet hum. “Morning,” he repeats, his voice just as gravelly as Breach’s. It feels incredibly affirming and only makes his smile grow.
It’s either from that little dose of euphoria or from feeling Breach shift around some more, moving a bit higher up on the mattress to make the angle at which he can press himself against Gekko’s ass even better. Either way, Gekko feels increasingly content in Breach’s arms and lets his back stay in a slight arch just for the fun of it.
Truthfully, Gekko doesn’t really think anything of Breach’s little adjustments. It’s just morning wood. It doesn’t mean anything. As much as it probably feels nice to press against something soft yet firm for a little while, it’s just a natural, biological reaction. Gekko isn’t the culprit, but he surely is a good solution. And he absolutely does not mind it.
He doesn’t mention it, nor does he try to create any space between their bodies. He also doesn’t push any closer to Breach or really signal in any way that he’s even aware of what Breach is doing. Obviously, he knows what Breach is doing - and that Breach knows that he knows. Still, he isn’t going to mention it. If it ends up being just some innocent cuddling with an added unintentional and physical obstacle, he’s not going to be the one to blame for taking it as an advance.
These thoughts linger in the back of Gekko’s mind for entirely too long for someone who’s getting used as a replacement for a pillow for a guy whose hands aren’t optimal for getting rid of morning wood the second most traditional way. Waiting for it to go down was obviously off the table.
Even as Breach keeps shifting around, tightening his hold around him as he keeps rubbing up against his ass, Gekko still doesn’t mention it. The lack of complaints is something that Breach seemingly takes as a green light to continue - and exactly what Gekko means it as.
It’s only when Breach lets a quiet, low groan break from his chest that Gekko lets go of the facade of innocence that he’s holding onto. That wasn’t accidental nor was it a noise that a person just waking up makes. It also makes him realise that he might be a little selfish. Not like he owes Breach anything, but it was still polite to offer, being his guest and all.
“I can give you a hand, you know,” he manages to say, slightly disappointed to hear the roughness of his voice starting to dissolve into his normal tone.
Breach just exhales deeply, pressing up against him even harder now that he has permission.
“No, this is good,” he mutters as his hold tightens around Gekko. The satisfied smile on his lips shines through in the tone of his voice.
There is barely any space left between their bodies with Gekko’s back practically glued to Breach’s chest, but he still isn’t close enough. He is close enough for Breach to keep comfortably rubbing against his ass without having to move around too much, but otherwise, it’s still not enough.
Gekko feels even more clearly how Breach’s frame moves against him with every deep breath he takes, growing even more aware of them from hearing them right by his ear, every exhale almost ticklish against his skin. The most minuscule contact to top it all off, but that’s the part that really gets under Gekko’s skin, really gets to him.
It just becomes even more difficult to stay still when the quietest, shortest little moan breaks from Breach’s chest and stays muted behind his sealed lips. Gekko bites down on his bottom lip to not make a sound as he arches his back to press harder against Breach. Basically an unconscious adjustment and one Breach doesn’t seem to mind as he acknowledges it with a tighter grip around Gekko’s waist and a pleased hum. Like nothing even happened; like a pit heavy enough to shift Gekko's organs around didn't just drop to the bottom of his stomach.
Still, it’s lazy and it’s almost mindless - with an underlying tinge of frustration. An urgent craving that begs to be taken care of, but they’re not in any hurry. Neither of them even checked the time when they woke up, but this leisurely pace being the most fitting still seems to be a common, silent understanding.
Or, it’s silent as long as their increasingly heavy and staggering breaths don’t count. Gekko finds himself actually holding his breath more often than he’d like to admit, as he equally doesn’t want to admit how much listening to Breach’s shaky breaths gets him worked up. Too worked up for his own good.
Combined with Breach continuing to rub his dick against his ass, pulling him closer every now and again for just a little bit of added pressure, Gekko finds himself unsure of what to do with himself. He can already feel the effect the situation has on him in the form of a wet spot seeping into his boxers and he’s scared to move around too much and become more aware of it.
His grip on Breach’s hand persists to help keep himself from reaching a hand down between his legs to ease the growing feeling of need - or to just feed more into it. The urge is strong and Breach probably wouldn’t even notice, but he still decides against it.
The thought of pulling his boxers just a bit higher up to get the front seam to rest against his dick continues to occupy the back of his mind. He gets a little lost in the thought, letting it fester for entirely too long considering that he already decided against the first one. But it’s just too enticing to leave alone.
The seam rubbing against his dick with every movement Breach makes against his ass. Breach making the fabric of his boxers shift around just enough to make him squirm from the constrained, unsatisfying contact. Him growing frustrated and letting that feeling build up, still not reaching to get himself off the easier way, hopefully still reaching that peak before Breach does.
It’s a horrible and a wonderful thought to get lost in. It brings a content smile to his lips and he squirms just enough to make Breach notice and hold him tighter. Breach’s quiet hum turns into a little chuckle as he wills his body to relax against Gekko’s, trying not to disturb the - on the surface - serene atmosphere too much.
Thought it's still him who breaks it by suddenly inhaling sharply and leaning away from Gekko.
“Wanna swallow it?” he asks, his voice hoarse and strained. A non-verbal indicator of the similar effect their little endeavour has had on him. As if the question wasn’t enough on its own.
A hand on Gekko’s hip keeps him from pushing back to regain that contact and he nods before Breach even gets to continue with his excuse about easier cleanup or something.
“Yes,” he still half-whispers, a little embarrassed about his enthusiasm.
The embarrassment flies right over Breach’s head as he just gets an approving hum and the duvet lifted up for him in return, urging him to get to it. He gives Breach a quick glance as he shifts around and finds him with a content look on his face. Like he knows that Gekko is eager already. Gekko can’t help but mirror it, as sheepish as he feels.
Moving lower on the mattress and disappearing under the covers is a task not meant to be performed gracefully by anyone, and Gekko finds himself not being an exception to that rule. Breach doesn’t even notice - nor would he care if he did - as he turns to lie on his back, relaxing with a sigh as he closes his eyes.
Left to his devices, propped up on his elbow and leaning against Breach’s thigh, Gekko feels around to find Breach’s dick in the darkness under the duvet. His palm follows the fabric of Breach’s boxers until he can feel the bulge under his fingertips. It brings an accomplished smile to his lips; he did that. Kind of, at least. The details don’t really matter as he slides his palm to trace the outline of Breach’s dick through the fabric, getting a quick, shaky breath in response.
“Careful,” Breach warns him, sounding a little amused by his own predicament.
It only makes Gekko feel even more accomplished with himself. Even though Breach had his short moment to collect himself and calm down, it didn’t really help and he’s still right on the edge. Because of him. And now he is the one who needs a moment.
That moment lasts for the duration of a short hum as he trails his fingertips higher up, dipping them under the waistband and carefully pulling the fabric down. He doesn’t get to - or even need to - get Breach’s dick fully out, and Breach doesn’t help him with that either as he doesn’t lift himself up from the mattress to let Gekko pull his boxers down.
Gekko keeps the elastic waistband down with the same hand that he wraps around Breach’s dick, quickly followed up by his lips enclosing the rest of his length. He manages to move his hand in a single, slow stroke before he feels a light weight on top of his head; Breach’s hand surprisingly gently pushing his head down.
“That’s it.” He gets a breathy line of praise, followed by Breach’s hand caressing his hair through the duvet. It’s a nice, soft gesture, even though Gekko anticipates it to nudge his head further down at any second.
Surprisingly enough, that’s not what he gets. Instead, he’s allowed to give Breach’s dick one more stroke before Breach suddenly tenses up, ending up instinctively pushing deeper into Gekko’s mouth as a low groan breaks from his chest.
It completely startles Gekko. It probably shouldn’t, considering the previous warning he got, but it still does. He furrows his brows and focuses on his breathing, trying not to choke on the sudden added warmth hitting the roof of his mouth and trickling down towards his throat. Keeping his lips tightly sealed around Breach’s dick, he strokes him through his orgasm.
Breach’s hand on top of Gekko’s head still doesn’t push him down, only slightly tightening his grip on the duvet as he takes a shaky breath.
“That’s it,” he repeats in a whisper and exhales with a satisfied sigh.
Gekko can’t help but smile in response. A warm feeling settles in the pit of his stomach as he starts slowly pulling back, making sure not to spill a drop before swallowing. He makes sure to let out an audible breath right after, knowing that Breach wants to hear that he did it. And, just for the fun of it - and since Breach stays hard in the immediate aftermath - Gekko leans back in to trace his tongue over the tip of Breach’s dick to get the last remaining droplets. The acknowledgement he gets is a quiet exhale.
He ignores the bitter taste lingering in the back of his throat as he tucks Breach’s dick back into his boxers and tries to emerge from under the duvet as graciously as possible. The air outside the cotton confines is incredibly refreshing, as stuffy as it, too, is. He takes a deep breath, looking over at Breach with a sweet little smile on his face - as if his early breakfast was anything close to sweet.
Whether or not Breach sees through it doesn’t really matter as he reaches an arm towards Gekko.
“Turn around,” he instructs, having the familiar rasp return to his voice in the aftermath.
Not like Gekko even needed anything more than the two words to follow along. He turns back around, returning to his original spot with his back pressed against Breach’s chest.
Breach immediately reaches for the throw pillow to place it back on top of Gekko’s side to comfortably wrap his arm around Gekko’s waist once more. He pulls Gekko close, breathing deeply and relaxing against the smaller frame in his arms.
The warmth of Breach’s body once more pressing against Gekko’s leaves him more content than ever. It leaves both of them feeling more content than ever, actually.
It feels more like a hug than any previous embrace that they shared, even with the addition of Breach’s still somewhat hard dick pressing against Gekko’s ass. Almost as if nothing happened. Though, now that the close proximity has no ulterior motives - as welcome as they previously were - they’re back to serene. At least on the outside.
Because Gekko is still struggling with a little issue of his own - one that Breach seems more than attuned to.
”I can repay the favor if you want,” he eventually suggests as he already moves his hand lower, towards the waistband of Gekko's boxers.
Gekko inhales a little shakily as a bashful sense of warmth already spreads across his cheeks. He tries not to feel a little embarrassed already.
“Under one condition,” he manages to propose.
Breach stops his hand just below the roll of Gekko's lower stomach and pulls him a little closer, purposefully choosing that spot to press down on. The acknowledging hum he lets out barely masks the gesture as anything remotely close to unintentional. “And what's that?”
“Under two conditions,” Gekko quickly corrects himself as he tears Breach's hand away, feeling how the uncomfortable stinging feeling still remains. “Don't try any of that,” he says confidently before pausing to gather himself. The lingering feeling of pressure does everything but help him relax again.
“And the other?” Breach doesn’t allow him much time to find the right words, already urging him to continue. At least he now keeps his hand in place, resting it on Gekko’s hip and letting Gekko keep his hold on it. It’s a safety measure that he doesn’t need, but one he won’t fight, either.
Forcibly stopping his thoughts from getting the best of him, Gekko finally just sighs.
“And you can't laugh at me,” he continues, noticeably sheepish as his voice turns quiet. He doesn’t really have any reason to be embarrassed - Breach has seen worse. But, he still can’t help it. It’s a gut reaction.
Breach just furrows his brows in confusion and surprise. Not what he was expecting, and it leaves him with multiple questions but he disregards all of them. They didn’t really matter. What matters is that he doesn’t start his day with a feeling of selfishness.
“I— Alright, I won't,” he promises with no real idea about what he’s actually promising.
It seems like Gekko knows that as he just huffs. A non-verbal yeah, right. Still, he follows along as Breach guides him to turn more onto his back for easier access, straightening his leg against Breach to steady himself.
Leaning heavier against Breach’s warm frame, Gekko snatches the pillow for himself to hold on to as he guides Breach’s hand further down. Even that small gesture makes his breath shudder, but he tries to hide it. Again, he knows that he has no real reason to do so, but he also knows that Breach can be a conceited asshole if he feels like it. And he often does.
Thinking back on how Breach quite literally only needed two strokes to push him over the edge doesn’t make Gekko feel any less embarrassed about how close he himself is. Sure, he has something to fire back with if Breach wants to try to have the upper hand, but he still just wishes that he won't say anything.
With his fingertips on top of Breach’s, he guides Breach’s fingers to rest on top of his dick, lightly pressing them down to find the right spot for him. He retreats his hand to hug the pillow properly to his chest, his eyelids fluttering shut the second Breach moves his fingers. A small, careful caress that makes Gekko’s cheeks burn from how much it is.
“Here?” Breach still confirms as he repeats the movement. His voice sounds genuine, though Gekko assumes that he’s just being an ass for the fun of it.
He answers with a hum and a nod, not entertaining Breach with a proper answer as he just squeezes his eyes tighter shut.
The fabric of his boxers softens the metal touch down to a pleasurable one as Breach’s fingers move directly against his dick. As much as Gekko would like to have that touch right against his skin instead, maybe accompanied by a remark about the state that he’s in, he’s far from complaining.
It resurfaces the little fantasy he was previously indulging in back to his conscious mind - not like he needed anything but the slow caresses that he was getting to actually get him somewhere, but he can’t help himself. He squeezes the pillow tighter against his chest as a shaky exhale leaves his lungs, only to be followed by an equally desperate gasp of an inhale.
The feeling had been building up ever since the moment he woke up and got pulled to Breach’s chest. In the background of a more pressing issue, slowly, and with no proper attention paid to him. It wasn’t a surprise that it wouldn’t take much to finish the job.
But he still wasn’t expecting this little.
All it takes to tip Gekko over the edge is for Breach to wrap his other arm around him, hugging both him and the pillow as he presses his fingers down just a bit harder. It’s mostly just an adjustment to keep Gekko from squirming, so the real effect catches Breach by surprise too.
A quiet whimper slips past Gekko’s lips no matter how hard he clenches his jaw shut as he tenses against Breach, trying to spread his legs more and push himself harder against Breach and his hand. The arm wrapped around him keeps him in place even as he practically trembles in the embrace. The satisfying, warm feeling encloses him quickly, only intensified by the closeness of the physical warmth from Breach’s body against his.
All tension dissolves from his body with a heavy exhale and gets replaced by a familiar feeling of relief. It's still so warm and safe and comfortable and, for a short moment, he doesn't feel embarrassed. He nudges Breach’s arm with his hip, a silent cue for him to pull his hand back. Breach listens - to some degree - and lifts his hand to no longer touch Gekko’s dick, instead resting on his hip.
As much as Gekko’s body no longer holds onto the tension, it seems to have just transferred to the air surrounding them. They both stay silent for a short while and listen to Gekko's heavy breaths starting to slow down until Breach just has to open his mouth.
“Was that—? Was that it?” He can’t help but let the disbelief that he’s in shine through his voice. Though also genuinely surprised, the amusement is still more audible.
Gekko groans and turns away from Breach as much as the arm wrapped around him allows him to. “Shut up,” he mutters against his pillow, his cheeks burning.
For once in his life, Breach does actually shut up - though he still can’t hide the way his shoulders shake from the laugh that he manages to suppress. He pulls Gekko back to his original spot where he belongs, glued to his chest.
Even with what little space he has, Gekko still utilises it to turn to his other side, discarding the throw pillow somewhere behind himself as he presses his forehead against Breach’s soft chest, his head tilted down to hide the flush decorating his skin.
“You weren’t supposed to laugh,” he mumbles, trying his best to keep his voice from turning whiny.
The arm that readjusts around him to pull him close more comfortably barely provides that comfort as it’s accompanied by another shake of Breach’s entire torso and a huff.
“It wasn’t a laugh,” Breach insists, his voice light enough to let Gekko know that he’s not actually trying to start an argument. He’s not exactly wrong, but also not completely right, either. Just close enough to both sides to be able to change his mind depending on Gekko’s response.
The response in question is Gekko’s arm pulling back to dig his fingers into Breach’s side as revenge. The sudden sting makes Breach flinch slightly, only followed by another huff as Gekko just as swiftly returns his arm to wrap around Breach again. He squeezes Breach tightly, getting the same reaction in return - though to a lesser degree. His hold around Breach won’t hurt him no matter how much force he uses, but Breach needs only a light nudge to leave a bruise in his wake. Unfair, but it sometimes works to Gekko’s advantage, so he’s not one to complain.
What he will complain about, however, is his other arm getting uncomfortably stuck between their bodies and Breach’s chest hair being ticklish against his face. No matter how many times he scrunches his nose, the feeling still returns as a mild annoyance. He still refuses to lean any further away. And, just to add to the list of mild-to-moderate annoyances, he really wants to brush his teeth already. And he’s hungry. And so are his radivore companions, probably.
The comfort of the shared morning had to come to an end at some point, but it could have lasted just a little bit longer. The last nail in the coffin is the low rumble of Gekko’s stomach that makes him increasingly aware of the lingering pain of emptiness. He groans and presses his face harder against Breach’s chest, squeezing him tightly once more.
“I think I should go.” He forces himself to get the words out, not wanting to leave in the slightest.
Breach just hums in response as he tightens his hold around Gekko momentarily, not wanting him to leave either.
The comfort of the bed and the shared embrace overpowers the obligation to get their days started for a few more minutes - ones that are entirely too short for either of their liking - before Breach’s alarm clock starting to ring startles the both of them. A necessary evil, in all honesty. They were never getting up on their own.
An annoyed groan leaves Breach’s lips as he begrudgingly leans away from Gekko and turns to his back to vaguely smack the alarm off. He stays lying on his back, carefully rubbing his eyes before looking over at Gekko.
Already propped up on his elbow with his chin resting on his palm, Gekko looks barely awake. He glances at the alarm clock, hoping that Breach’s alarm is somewhat aligned with his plans for the day.
He reads the numbers 07:15 in bright, green letters. A bit earlier than he would like it to be, but not much he can do about it. He knows that if he lays down again, he’s not getting up for another hour - and a group of hungry radivores wouldn’t let him get away with such a crime.
He turns back towards Breach and can’t hide a little giggle, leaving Breach confused before he steadies his arm against Breach’s chest to reach and flick the part of his moustache that’s sticking out. He watches how Breach instinctively scrunches his nose and turns away from him, reaching to rub his face to get that ticklish feeling to dissolve.
When Breach turns back to glance over at Gekko’s hair in response, he nods towards him and the green patches that alternate between laying flat against his scalp and standing upright.
“Just worry about yourself, kid,” he just has to remark, trying not to laugh.
A fair answer and Gekko doesn’t object.
“I’ll consider it.”
A poorly masked, amused smile stays on his lips as he watches Breach’s reaction before tapping his fingers against Breach’s chest where he’s resting his palm. He mindlessly traces the lines of Breach’s tattoo amidst the hairs.
“Are you coming to breakfast?” He changes the topic, tilting his head to the side as he awaits a positive answer. “I think Thrash would like to ‘accidentally’ run into you again.”
This time Breach can’t help but chuckle. At the invite and the small, physical touch. It was a nice thought and he wouldn’t mind running into the little radivore, either. “I’ll try to make it,” he says and genuinely means it.
The longer they stay like this - which isn’t even for long - the more he wants to wrap his arm around Gekko and pull him down to lie on his chest. Sadly, he also knows that they would both miss breakfast if he lost to the impulse.
Gekko knows this too as he quickly reaches to boop the tip of Breach’s nose before Breach manages to dodge the gesture. “Better see you there.” He quickly pushes himself to sit up and scoot away from Breach, still not managing to escape the light swat he gets to his arm. It won’t bruise, but it does make him hold back a giggle.
Getting on the nerves of a man who could easily crush his bones with a simple grip - and especially in the morning - was surely a choice that Gekko found himself making more often than he probably should. But he knows Breach won’t actually hurt him. Not on purpose, at least. What little he might get in response would probably be deserved, too. It’s a risk that he’s willing to take.
As much as he doesn’t want to, Gekko still pushes himself to stand up to start getting dressed. He frowns at the uncomfortable wetness that he feels in his boxers and curses himself for not bringing a spare pair with him. Borrowing clothes from Breach was always fun but sadly limited to his shirts, so he can’t even steal a pair for himself. He’d need a string around the waistband to keep them from falling, and it was somehow too early and too late to start any sewing projects.
All he can do is try to ignore the feeling as he gets dressed in the same clothes that he left on the floor last night. They’re cold and so is the whole room, and the way his whole body shudders is barely exaggerated and poorly hidden. He heads directly to Breach’s dresser, not getting a complaint or any other word of disapproval telling him to back off.
“Which one of these has sleeves?” he asks as he thinks he finds the drawer with the sweatshirts and hoodies.
Breach glances at Gekko on his treasure hunt, not needing to hide the content look on his face from the back of Gekko’s head before answering. “The blue one.”
Gekko hums a short acknowledgement as he reaches for the bluest shirt he can find - the one that’s folded the neatest and seemingly the least used. He straightens it out and slips it on, his breath still shuddering as the warm fabric finally eases the way he shivers. He practically hugs himself with the oversized hoodie, like a lite version of the sheets that he was just wrapped up in.
Only when the goosebumps disappear from his skin does he drop his arms to shove his hands into the front pocket and see what print accompanies it. A set of three yellow crowns in a triangle shape decorates the front and Gekko can’t help but furrow his brows a little. He’s sure that he has seen the design somewhere before, but he can’t place it. He hopes that no one asks him about it - or about the entire oversized hoodie that’s in the colours of the Swedish flag, in general. It’s not exactly subtle.
Heading to the bathroom to finally brush his teeth and making room for Breach to find clothes for himself from the dresser, Gekko finally gets to look at himself in the mirror. The hoodie steals his attention from the way his hair does, in fact, stick out in all kinds of directions. He turns around a little, checking himself out before turning to voice his opinion to Breach, finding him already looking, frozen in place with a shirt halfway up his arms.
“It’s not my color,” Gekko notes, hiding the light flush from being watched under a half-joke.
Almost like waking up from his stupor, Breach just huffs at the comment as he finally pulls his shirt over his head. His focus shifts back onto Gekko as he adjusts the hem. It’s his turn to catch Gekko looking, as if waiting for his approval.
“You look fine,” he assures. A light way to put it, for sure, but he didn’t have time to get into the intricacies of what seeing Gekko drown in his old hoodie that doesn’t fit him anymore makes him feel. And he does look just fine in it, so it’s not like he’s lying either.
Gekko approves of the comment with a quick smile before starting to finally brush his teeth, hoping to make up for the assault to his senses that he had been dealing with for entirely too long already. Looking around the bathroom as he does so, the thought of ‘forgetting’ something in there to warrant another visit in the near future pops into his head. It’s not like he needed a real reason to drop by at this point, but it would still be a fun little game to play. Something a little different from ‘Hey, I’m here to fuck,’ even though the goal would still be the same.
The thought disappears with a single blink as Breach joins him in the bathroom, passing by him with a little nudge before realising that he can just stand behind Gekko and still see himself from the mirror.
Like it’s the most normal morning ever, Breach starts to brush his hair while Gekko finishes brushing his teeth right in front of him. It feels incredibly domestic - and odd, to say the least. Though it’s objectively not that different from the usual freshening up after sex, it still feels like a completely other world. They have showered together, been cramped naked in a much smaller place before, but standing fully clothed this close to each other still feels more intimate.
Gekko doesn’t know what to do with himself after he finishes his task at hand first. He buys himself a few extra seconds by packing up his belongings from the counter, but those seconds run out entirely too quickly. Trying not to fidget with his fingers too visibly, he leans a bit to the side to give Breach a better view of himself, though he also keeps his eyes on the sight behind him through the mirror.
Breach acknowledges him with a few glances here and there as he brushes his hair into a ponytail. When quickly done with his task, he seems to be the one who’s more comfortable with the silence that settles in the small room. He can tell Gekko is growing a little antsy about what happens next and he hopes to ease that feeling with a gentle hand ruffling Gekko’s hair.
Gekko lets his eyes fall shut and the corners of his lips twitch into a smile from the touch. Whether it was Breach’s intention or not, Gekko still takes the gesture as an invitation to lean closer and wrap an arm around Breach in a half hug. Again, if he were to go in for a proper embrace, neither of them would be on time for breakfast.
Breach’s arm around his shoulders squeezes him quickly as he’s just as aware of the struggle at hand. He presses his cheek against the top of Gekko’s head before nudging him lightly.
“C’mon, your friends are waiting,” he reminds him. As much as he doesn’t want Gekko to leave, they both know that he has to - and probably should have left already.
Gekko reluctantly agrees with a hum before giving in and grabbing his packed stuff from the counter and heading to gather the rest of his belongings from the bedroom. There isn’t much to gather as he had only unpacked his phone charger. Reigniting his curse of completing unfortunately short tasks, Gekko finds himself ready to leave faster than he’d like to. He’s a little dramatic about it as he slips his shoes on with a little frown on his face.
He stands around in front of the door as he watches Breach braid his hair in the bathroom, feeling just as awkward as he did when he found himself aimlessly standing there last night.
“This is weird.” He finally breaks the silence with a quiet admittance, one followed by a forced little laugh as he fidgets with the sleeves of his hoodie. It was his now.
Breach glances at him. “What is?” he asks, his words a little muffled by the hair tie he holds between his teeth.
“Is this—” Gekko drops his gaze, biting his tongue. There’s no way he’s asking this. “Am I doing a walk of shame?”
The question - in addition to the quiet, unsure voice Gekko asks it with - makes Breach snort. He finishes the braid to get the hair tie out of his mouth to speak more clearly this time. “Are you ashamed?” he answers with yet another question.
Gekko once again averts his gaze and focuses on the dresser drawer that he had accidentally left open. He can’t help but sigh - a little dramatic once more. “No.” Sheepish, yes. But not actually ashamed.
Breach cocks his head to the side to prove his point. “Then there you go.”
The fact that the answer was that easy to find doesn't sit right with Gekko and he refuses to believe it. He knows that Breach is right, but still. He's allowed to keep being dramatic for a little while longer.
No more snarky remarks come to mind, and he just accepts his fate, checking his pockets for his keys before reaching for the door handle.
“I better see you at breakfast,” he reminds Breach as he opens the door.
“Ja, I'll be there.”
The confirmation is more of a promise than last time and, with that, Gekko finally heads out, making sure the door locks behind him once more.
The walk to his door in the sparsely populated halls does end up feeling like a walk of shame - especially with the hoodie that he's wearing. Where he spent the night isn't exactly a mystery to anyone awake enough to put two and two together. At least knowing that the hoodie in question isn't one Breach is known to walk around in brings him some comfort. Their little situationship wasn't exactly a secret, but he also didn't need to hear any questions about it at this hour. He has more important things to focus on right now.
He reaches his door without running into anyone he knows and without exchanging a single greeting. Just like he had hoped.
Now he can only hope that his crew isn't feeling too neglected. That would be an actual reason for him to feel ashamed of himself.