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“It’s getting late now, I should probably start heading back,” Wise says, downing the rest of his glass and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Are you sure? You’ve had an awful lot to drink,” Burnice remarks from behind the bar, pouring herself yet another glass.
“Well, yeah, but I told Belle I’d be back tonight,” he explains, sliding off the stool to stand. “And I’m getting tired, too.”
Lighter slides a hand up his shoulder from where he’s sat next to him. “You probably shouldn’t be driving.”
“It’ll be fine, Lighter,” Wise assures him. “Besides, it’s not like I can stay here.”
“Why do you think that?” Lighter asks incredulously.
“Well I can’t shack up at Kasa’s like I did before,” he says, “and I’m not sleeping in Steeltusk.”
Burnice giggles, clearly entertained by the notion. “Why, afraid Piper’s snoring will keep you up?”
“Wise, why don’t you just stay at my place?” Lighter offers.
“I thought you guys didn’t have permanent places you stay?”
“We do, we’re just on the road so much, we end up in hotels more often than home.”
“Well, I guess I could stay then,” he concedes. “But I’d have to let Belle know first.”
“You got all the time in the world, Wise,” Lighter hums, finishing off his own drink.
...
Lighter unlocks the door at the top of the stairs after they both struggled to get up them in their drunken stupor. “It’s pretty small but it's just for the night,” he says, fumbling to fit his keys back in his pocket. “But, uh…”
“Something the matter?” Wise asks as the door swings open.
“I didn’t think about how weird it’d be until now. You’d have to sleep in my bed, I don’t have a couch or a sleeping bag or something like that,” he explains, gesturing for Wise to enter.
“Oh,” he murmurs, suddenly anxious like a teenage virgin. Sleeping in Lighter’s bed, huh. “I could always just sleep in the van, you know. If it’s weird.”
“Well I meant it might be for you, not me. I share a bed with one of the girls on the road sometimes, so it doesn’t bother me,” Lighter says. “But you shouldn’t sleep in the van either. Waste of gas to keep comfortable. I could always go back to the bar with Burnice. We sleep there sometimes.”
“It’s fine, Lighter,” Wise assures, idling at the by the stairs inside, glancing around the small room, just observing, curious. It’s cute, if a little cramped, but he figures with a job like Lighter’s that it’s all one would need.
“Are you sure?” Lighter asks, unravelling his scarf meticulously despite all the alcohol in his system. “I could just leave you the bed.”
“It’s your house,” Wise states simply, taking the hint to kick his shoes off when Lighter does the same. “Unless the bed is too small for both of us or something. But then I can just go sleep in the van.”
“If you say so. Oh, and everything else is downstairs.” Wise watches him go down first, nearly tripping over his own feet twice, where he flicks a light on at the bottom which makes Wise much more confident in his ability to get down there.
Only one of the doorways in the little hallway actually has a door, the other just being a thick curtain nailed to the wall. Lighter pushes it open and holds it up for Wise, remarking, “Other one is the restroom, by the way, if you need it.”
“Thanks. It’s nice in here.”
“Yeah, this is the only kind of big room, but I like it here. Cozy. It’s still small but I don’t really need all that much.” He starts to take his clothes off, and Wise is overcome by the force of his attraction once more.
“Um, should I step out?”
“Oh, right, sure, if you want. I was just gonna get this leather off me. Hard to sleep in, y’know? Oh, yeah, if you need a change of clothes you can borrow something of mine, if it fits,” Lighter says, shucking his jacket into his proportionally small closet and starting to fish around it in it.
Wise stands by the door, fiddling with the hem of his top. “It’s fine,” he assures, but Lighter tosses a shirt at him as he’s saying so, and the fabric is so finely textured that it immediately changes his mind. “This is so soft...”
“Gotta stay comfortable under all the leather. I wear soft stuff so it doesn’t chafe.” Lighter goes on, fumbling with his belt and starting to shimmy out of his pants, but struggling because of how tight they are.
“Uh, I'm gonna go change,” Wise says, promptly shuffling out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
It’s small, predictably, but it’s well-kept and he doesn’t exactly need much space to change his shirt. Oh yeah, how is he gonna sleep in jeans? He’d need to ask Lighter if he had anything else he could borrow. Kind of embarrassing.
Once Wise is finished, he heads back to the bedroom with his own shirt and jacket half-folded in his arms. Lighter’s sitting on the edge of his bed on his phone, and Wise tries very hard not to notice that he’s just wearing a t-shirt and boxers, but its kind of hard not to.
“Hey, do you have any sweats or something like that I could borrow? I don’t think I could sleep in these pants,” Wise asks, making a point not to look anywhere but his face.
“Oh, sorry, I don’t. My last pair got torn in the wash and I haven’t replaced them yet. Really gotta get around to that…” he trails off for a second, mostly looking somewhere past wise, and then— “But like, if you wanna just sleep in your underwear, it’s fine, we’re both men, and like, I wont look or whatever. It’s how I always sleep.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess…”
So it’s rather awkward for Wise up until he lays down. Lighter knocked out the moment his head hit the pillow, thankfully, so he doesn’t have to endure the awkward intimate potential of lying next to each other in the dark, silent but wide awake. He already feels rather ridiculous about all of this, stomach full of butterflies as if he isn’t a grown man.
But thankfully, he falls asleep without much trouble, probably due to the all the drinking
…He wakes up, some time later, not really knowing why he’s awake, more determined to go back to sleep, until he realizes that at some point in the night, Lighter had rolled over and pulled him into his arms.
His heart doesn’t hesitate to start beating on his ribs with near frantic rhythm, and he’s frozen in shock. It’s not like it’s the first time Lighter had ever had an arm around him, most of the gang was the type to throw an arm around you, but it’s different . It’s different with the heat of his body lined up right against Wise’s own, his hand snaked up under his shirt (Lighter’s shirt, Lighter’s shirt on his body , and so casual, too ) and pressed against his bare stomach, his tired face resting in the space between his shoulder blades. Wise thinks to himself, if I lay perfectly still, and don’t think about anything, its like we’re lovers. Business as usual.
And then, Lighter, in his sleepy daze, nuzzles into him, pulling Wise back until their bodies are firm against one another. Wise is sure if his heartrate gets any higher he’s going to pass out. Lighter’s skin on his, the warmth, and god, the smell . Lighter’s ratty old bed shouldn’t even smell good, but it does. He does. The hand pries a little higher, resting on his ribs.
In his anxious high, Wise rolls over halfway, pushing the envelope to get closer, and—
Catches Lighter red-handed.
How obscene .
“You’re awake?” Wise whispers, surprised.
Lighter’s face is turning bright red, his eyes blown wide. A nervous sound escapes him, halfway between laughter and stuttering. “Sorry.”
He starts to move himself, drawing away from Wise, but he stops him. “Wait, Lighter–”
“Wise?” he asks, his voice soft and full of apprehension.
“It’s okay.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I just woke up.”
“I– I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Are you–?”
“Please,” is all he can think to say.
Lighter’s face is right there, if either of them leaned in even a little closer, it’d be a kiss, and fuck, he wants that so bad. He thinks he might faint when he sees Lighter glance at his mouth.
“Can I–?”
“Yes,” Wise says, nodding with all of his enthusiasm.
Lighter closes that sweet little distance and the only thought in Wise’s mind is finally. Lighter pushes himself up so he’s not halfway behind him anymore, leaning over him, never breaking the kiss all the while. Wise is so hard his stomach hurts.
When they finally pull apart; Lighter’s the first to speak. “Fuck, Wise, let me have you.”
The request sends lightning down his spine, and he shivers. “What?”
“Please,” he half-whispers, half-whines against his lips.
“You– you want to–?” He can’t bring himself to say it. In case he’s wrong. But, what else could Lighter possibly be asking for?
He hums out a sound that probably means yes, and Wise decides it can’t mean anything else as Lighter puts his weight on him and he feels him, half-hard against his own. Oh , is all the reaction he can afford, lost for any meaningful words.
“Please,” he repeats. “I’ll be good to you, I swear, just let me have you.”
Wise could probably cum just listening to him beg for it. He feels his underwear get a little wet, precum welling up in his need. “Okay,” he all but whispers, and Lighter’s on him before he can even take another breath.
He thinks he could get used to it, Lighter’s hands all over his body, the desperation with which he licks into his mouth and grinds his cock against him, chasing friction. He’s needy, in an endearing way, and Wise finds himself wanting Lighter to take whatever he pleases.
And he does exactly that.
“What are you doing?” Wise asks as Lighter lifts his hips up to pull his underwear off.
Lighter chuckles, still sounding a little drunk. “Isn’t it obvious? Or,” he bares Wise to the cool room and Wise tenses as his breath washes over his overheated dick, “do I need to explain?”
Wise peers down at him in the dark, but Lighter’s eyes are fixed on his cock, nowhere near his face. “Lighter…” he whines, not quite knowing what to do with himself.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, running his thumb up the underside till he reaches the tip, marvelling at the sight. Wise is tense with anticipation, embarrassed but still enjoying the attention, balling up fists in the sheets.
Without further warning, Lighter traces his previous path by licking a hot, fat stripe up his cock and starts to nurse the head right after. Wise nearly breaks right there; his mouth is like fire and it feels so fucking good.
He holds a hand over his mouth, mortified he might make a sound. He can’t think straight, can’t do much of anything, as Lighter works over him. He’s slow and gentle, but Wise hadn’t fully slept the liquor off, and everything is just so intense. He’s a little surprised this is even happening, thinks briefly that it might just be a particularly realistic wet dream, certainly wouldn't be the first time, but Lighter banishes the thought from his mind when he sinks all the way down and gags around him.
“Lighter,” Wise says shakily through his fingers, watching him continue on at his lazy, self satisfied pace, “Fuck, I’m gonna–”
He hums around the cock in his mouth, and smiles internally at how it twitches before he pulls off. “I’ve got you, baby, go ahead,” he murmurs, voice thick, before sucking it back in. It feels twice as hot after the brief exposure to the air.
Baby. That probably would’ve finished Wise off by itself even if Lighter hadn’t been working him over for the last ten minutes. It does send him over the edge though, spilling into Lighter’s mouth, tears cresting over his cheeks. And god, Lighter just takes it, obediently swallowing it down as it fills his mouth further.
When it’s done, he leaves a little kiss on the tip, oversensitive as it is, and then leans up to kiss Wise himself. “Was it good?”
Wise lets out a little affirmative sound, not quite trusting himself to speak yet, and dutifully kisses back. As Lighter’s fully atop him, he sinks down in the comfort of the embrace, unintentionally pressing his cock, still clothed but evidently harder than before, against Wise’s own again. “Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Wise mutters, reaching out to touch it. Lighter shivers faintly when his fingertips brush over his dick, but he doesn’t make any move to make him stop. Wise laughs softly when he reaches the small wet spot. “Eager?”
He hums, kissing the corner of his mouth. “How could I not be?”
“You’re sweet,” he says. “What can I do for you?”
“Could I fuck you?” Lighter whispers, hesitant.
“I'm not exactly… prepared for that.”
“That’s fine. We don’t have to.” Always so polite, Lighter. “Help me out though?”
“It’s only fair,” Wise agrees. “You just took care of me.”
“Well its not like you have to. If you don’t want.”
“I do,” he insists.
His hand, still resting on Lighter’s cock, moves in tandem with the force of the subsequent twitch. His body betrays his calm demeanor.
“Okay,” Lighter says, breathless. “Can you just stay with me?”
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
“Well, not in a bad way–” He pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it into the empty space of the bed next to them, quickly losing his underwear too. “–I just don’t wanna make you do the work. I got it.”
“If you say so. But I can,” Wise insists. “If you change your mind.”
“I’ll let you know if I do,” he chuckles, sitting back where he was before, and offering his palm up to Wise’s face. “Wet it for me?”
Wise flushes but fulfills the request, licking his hand, watching him wrap it around himself. He starts slow, and Wise wonders if his rough hands feel as good as his hot mouth.
“You wanna take that off?” Lighter asks, snapping him out of the little trance he’d got caught in watching him touch himself.
“What?”
“Your shirt. Please.”
Oh . It had gotten bunched up around his waist earlier and he’d honestly kind of forgotten he was even wearing it. Wise strips it off in a fluid motion, and looks back up at Lighter’s face.
He swallows, a little nervous. “Should I do anything? I feel bad just. Sitting here. Watching you.”
“Mm,” Lighter starts saying something, but it dissolves in the pleasure. He leans down, shifting from holding himself up with one hand to propping up on that elbow. Every upstroke drives his knuckles against Wise’s stomach, but it’s nice, in an unusual way. “Kiss?”
Wise pushes himself up to reach his mouth and they fall into rhythm again. Lighter’s even less shy now, going straight to open mouth kisses, slipping his tongue in, gasping lightly into the heat all the while. Wise’s face is wet, but he doesn’t really care. The soft groans Lighter makes drowns out the sticky feeling of spit drying on his chin.
He can feel himself filling out again, the feeling of Lighter atop him rather intoxicating, and the position has just enough pressure to get a little friction.
“Can I be greedy?” Wise interrupts the next kiss.
“What?”
“I’m hard again.”
Lighter makes a sweet sound between a laugh and a moan. “You mind if I just grind, then?”
“No,” Wise stutters as he lays down on top of him, not waiting for a proper answer before he starts moving against him.
“Fuck,” Lighter sighs out, and god, he’s beautiful. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”
Wise hums out in the affirmative at first, then, “Me neither.”
“I always liked you,” he mumbles, mouthing over Wise’s throat, “since that first time we ran into each other. Before you were ever my proxy.”
My proxy. Wise is lightheaded. “I thought you were hot. At first. I mean I still do, but it’s so much more now–“
“I’d hope so,” Lighter teases, sneaking a hand between them and trying to hold both of their dicks at the same time. It doesn’t really work, but it feels good anyway, so he doesn’t move it back out. “Or else this would be really fucked.”
Wise lets out a laugh in the midst of his panting. “No, I like you too, really.”
“I wanted to fuck you so bad,” Lighter whines. “Still do. Next time? Please let there be a next time. Or several.”
“Yes,” he sighs out, breath thin in the bliss. “I think I’d like that.”
Lighter picks up the pace fervently. He takes his hand out from between them just to spit on it and the shift from the half-dry friction to a refreshed slick slide when he puts it back drives Wise positively crazy.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers, holding in the volume he so desperately wants to let out. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you, honey, I won’t stop,” Lighter affirms, breath hot in his ear, body burning up against him, pace ferocious and heavy. He muffles himself against Wise’s collarbone, trying hard not to sink his teeth in. Neither of them want to have to explain that.
And then, the heat stops, because Lighter sits up, still rocking against him, halfway in his hand, but he looks down at Wise through his fucked up hair and his voice is so soft that Wise barely hears him over the wet shlick, but he says, “You’re perfect.”
Wise keens at this, murmuring, “Thank you.” Lighter’s voice is so pleasant to hear.
“Fuck, baby, just let me–“ He cuts himself off, laying back down, putting a little more weight on him than before and now really trying to fit both of them into one hand. He gets it mostly right, but that wouldn’t matter anyway because their dicks are practically crushed between their bodies, hot and wet and the friction is so full-bodied. Wise feels it everywhere, especially when Lighter kisses him again, pushing his tongue as far in as it reaches, and in their desperation, they end up just kind of licking each other and breathing into each other’s mouths, but it’s so good anyway.
Lighter’s eyes are screwed shut from the intensity, and Wise squints at him, drinking in his handsome face, his messy hair; he’s so damn hot. He’s pretty sure he’s gonna cum again already. He doesn’t want it to be over, but it feels so fucking good, he just can’t keep it in.
“Don’t stop,” he begs. “Fuck, Lighter, please don’t fucking stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Lighter groans into his open mouth. “I’m not done till you’re done, sweetheart.”
Wise is finding him to be quite a good partner, he thinks, dissolving into a breathless mantra of yes and Lighter and various swears. He keeps true to his word, fucking against him without even the slightest change in rhythm up until Wise nearly screams his name and tenses up. Lighter gets gentler when he cums, grinding into his stomach gently instead of thrusting their bodies together so hard the bedframe slams into the wall, peppering kisses down the line of his throat.
When he comes down, Wise asks, “What about you?”
“I’ll take care of it,” Lighter says, “like how I started.”
“Mmm. I’m right here.”
“I know, baby,” he whines, pressing his forehead against Wise’s chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat, and the pace of his hand on his cock is nearly the same.
Wise reaches his hands up into Lighter’s hair, gently cradling his skull as he tries to finish himself off. He whispers, “Feel good?”
“Not as good as with you,” Lighter counters immediately. He really does always know what to say.
“We’ll do it for real next time,” Wise promises. “It’ll be even better.”
Lighter groans louder than before. “I want it. I want it so fucking bad.”
“You’ll get it.”
“Will you let me cum inside?”
“I’ll think about it,” Wise offers. He’s not sure how he feels about that. But… not entirely unwilling to try.
He lets out a sound that’s hardly more than a whimper and goes stiff for a moment before he slumps against Wise once more. “Sorry,” he offers, wrapping his arms around him.
“For what?”
“Don’t you think that was a bit much?”
“No, I liked it.”
Lighter hums, kissing his neck. He can feel the blood thrumming under the skin against his lips. “That’s good.”
“We should probably clean up, huh?” Wise asks. There’s cum smeared all over their stomachs, starting to dry. Kind of gross.
“Yeah. In a minute, baby. Catch our breath first.”
Wise takes him up on the offer.