Lucas Pine (Thorin Oakeshield) + Charles Paxton (Chris Pike)
PG13/R | COMPLETE
Charles grabbed two beers from the cooler and uncapped then before being one to Lucas. Leaning against the kitchen counter in the apartment he used for this sort of thing, he raised an eyebrow at the other man.
“Rough mission?” He asked, reaching for a pack of cigarettes on the counter and lighting one up. The first round of sex had been frantic with Lucas fucking him against the wall in the front hallway. It wasn’t unusual for them and Charles wasn’t one to complain about it, even if he might be feeling sore tomorrow.
Lucas took the offered beer with a nod of thanks then took a long drink from it. He could feel some of the stress and tension from the recent mission starting to bleed off courtesy of the sex and booze. He knew he’d been rough but he couldn’t seem to find it in himself to care and somewhere deep in his mind, alarm bells started going off. He ignored it.
“Yeah,” he said with a grimace. ‘Rough mission’ was a bit of an understatement and given he hadn’t put his shirt back on, the bruises from it were pretty obvious, mixed in with the tattoos he’d gotten to fit in with his ‘compatriots’. He hated them but they weren’t something he could fake. “Things went to shit halfway through.”
Charles knew he’d have bruises from the first round with Lucas. There were worse fates though. He closed the distance between them, hand running over the bruises on Lucas’ torso and the tattoos. “These are new, buddy. Work? Or you find someone younger to scratch your itches in between our visits?”
Something rippled through Lucas when Charles touched him. He honestly couldn’t tell if it was the first low buzz of renewed arousal or the dark urge to grab Charles’ wrist and twist it until it broke. The fact he couldn’t tell probably should have disturbed him but it didn’t… which was probably equally as worrying. “Work,” he said, his eyes half-lidded as he took another drink and watched Charles. He grabbed Charles’ wrist and twisted, pulled, broke tugged him closer, not gently but not roughly either. “It was a clusterfuck.” He smirked and his eyes darkened. “Why? You want me to find someone younger?”
There was a momentary growl from Charles as Lucas tugged him close, a mix of surprise and arousal. He didn't mind it rough, and that was something he certainly didn't get at home. At least he had an arrangement with his wife about Lucas. He licked his lips, trying to keep the bloodflow above his belt for the moments.
"Definitely not." He had no delusions about exclusivity between the two of them, but their arrangement had been ongoing for years and Charles was in no hurry to end it. Lucas filled a need that his wife didn't and vice versa. (Which worked as long as he didn't think about it too hard). Charles leaned in and brushed his lips against Lucas', teeth catching the other man's lower lip. "How bad are we talking?"
“Good,” Lucas said. Not that he’d been celibate when not with Charles but those had been random pick ups and one night stands and more involved with establishing and maintaining his credentials with the soldiers he was working with. With those men and women, Lucas Pine had a reputation for chasing after pretty young things, using them and dumping them. He’d tried to be careful and only pick women who were clearly out for a night of fun and not anything more serious but he knew he hadn’t always succeeded. But then again, those occasional furious phone calls also worked well to bind him tightly with those corrupt soldiers.
“Bad intel and all the fucking problems that comes with that,” he said before capturing Charles’ mouth in a more bruising kiss before gentling into a tease. “We didn’t exactly walk into an ambush but there were more people there than we’d been told.” He scowled, his face going dark. “And they had better weapons than we’d been lead to believe.”
Charles chuckled against the kiss. "Getting possessive, are we?" he teased, not sure if he actually wanted an answer or not. Sometimes it was better not to put words to what it was they did.
Bad intel was responsible for some of the scars on Charles' body, he knew how that could make a mission go tits up. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against Lucas', licking his chapped and bruised lips. "If we're going to go for round two, I'm going to vote for the bed over the kitchen table," Charles said, hand skimming the dark ink on Lucas' torso.
Lucas ignored the question. He wasn’t sure he had an answer for it and even if he did, what did it matter. Charles was married and hadn’t seemed inclined to leave his wife. Lucas wasn’t even sure he wanted him to anyway. His work was dragging him into some very dark places and the way he was going, he was only likely to drag everyone around him down in their with him.
He grinned at Charles’ suggestion. “Sounds like a plan.” However before he could move, his stomach growled loudly and he gave harsh bark of laughter. “Or maybe food first, then bed.”
Charles kissed the other man before pulling back and heading to the fridge. "Not sure there's much besides frozen lasagna and frozen pizza here. And beer. Could get something delivered…"
He pulled out two more beers and set them on the counter. "Unless you're just in the mood for chips and salsa."
“Chips and salsa will do,” Lucas said, his gaze gliding over Charles’ body. “Delivery will take too long and frankly just about anything will do after eating MREs for a few weeks.” He stretched lazily, wincing and grunting a little as the motion pulled on his bruises. He knew the failed missions were necessary - hell, the bad intel was essentially his doing - but that didn’t mean he had to like it. The sooner this mess was over and done with, the better. “How long can you stay?”
Charles grabbed a jar of salsa and a bag of chips from the cabinet and set it out on the counter, opening both but not bothering to find a bowl. There was no need. He preheated the oven while he was at it for the pizza. They were both military men with appetites and he was fairly sure chips and salsa wouldn't be enough. Maybe tomorrow he'd run out for real food. And coffee. He grabbed some chips and popped them into his mouth.
"I can manage a few days if you're going to be around…" Charles said with a shrug as he raised an eyebrow at Lucas. "When do you have to go back?"
Lucas grabbed some chips and dunked them in the salsa. He concentrated on eating for a few minutes then took a swig of beer to chase them down. “Four days,” he said then shrugged. “Though I don’t know if we’re going to be deployed again immediately or not. Got three men down with injuries. Minor ones but they won’t be ready for a couple of weeks at least.”
Not to mention that there wasn’t anyone to bring in, not without compromising the investigation. Lucas didn’t need anybody noticing what was going on and complicating things by going to their superiors, especially since he had pretty good but not convincing evidence that one of their superiors was involved in this whole mess. But going out undermanned had its own risks.
"I can certainly hang around for two or three days, though we might want to make a grocery run tomorrow," Charles said, twirling the beer bottle from his fingers. His hand reached out to touch Lucas' side again. "You counting yourself among the injured or not? Bruises make me wonder if you've got some broken ribs I ought to work around."
Lucas gave an amused snort. “That’s very domestic of you.” Then he conceded the point with a nod. “But since I like eating, sure.” He watched as Charles reached out and touched the bruises on his side then drained the last of the beer in his bottle. “Nah, I’m fine. They checked my ribs after we got back. It’s just bruising. The body armour works most of the time.”
"A little shopping is worth three days of mind blowing sex with you," Charles said with a shrug.. "Unless I tire you out too much."
There was a bit of a challenge in the teasing comment and the two of them did have a habit of going at it like rabbits. "Most of the time? What the hell do they have you doing out there?"
Lucas grinned, broad and toothy. “You can try.” He’d welcome it actually. Sex was good for driving other thoughts out of his mind and letting him just feel and not think.
He snorted. “If I told you that, I’d have to kill you,” he said with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes and a tone in his voice that was far too serious for the moment. He moved quickly and crowded Charles against the bench in an effort to distract him. “Forget my bruises,” he said before leaning in and kissing the other man.
"I'd like to see you try," Charles quipped. Decades as a Marine meant he could usually manage to give as good as he got and there were plenty of times that a round of sparring with Lucas had turned into rough sex on the mats or grass. Charles chuckled as he returned the kiss hungrily, teeth catching Lucas' lower lip. "Someone's a little needy…"
Charles set the beer down on the counter and gripped Lucas' hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him close. "Bed, Lucas. So I can pound that ass."
There was a time when Lucas would have argued, maybe even tried to prove a point, but right now he just wanted to forget his job, forget everything, and lose himself in the sex. It wasn’t even sex with Charles, sex with anyone would have done. Charles was preferable because he knew Lucas’ tastes, he knew that he - that they both - could be rough and there’d be no harm, no foul, but he could have bought this if he’d wanted to go really impersonal.
“Yeah,” he said roughly. “Sounds good.” He pulled away and headed for the door.