Who: Greer and Rost When: Tues, Oct 17, afternoon Where: Cemetery, Rost's trailer Warnings: NSFW Status: Complete
It was a cloudy, windy day, but Rost kind of enjoyed those. There was power in wind, the earth’s invisible hands, and he liked to feel it. It always kind of reminded him of home, and the big open plains his family used to travel across, up and down rolling hills while the winds whipped around them and told them secrets. He was out in the cemetery, enjoying the comfortably-cool day and working, humming to himself as he walked through the headstones with his weed eater, making the edging around everything look nice. He liked maintaining the grounds much more than digging graves, it just felt so much more cheerful. Putting people to rest was an important part of the whole process, of course, but it was a somber part.
Rost was checking his hex bags as he went, plucking up the ones that had fallen out of their places or had gotten too waterlogged. He kept an inventory of them in his head, and it would be time soon to ask Reagan for a new round of them. They tried to keep them as waterproofed as possible, but nothing in life was perfect, and nature had a way of sneaking in. He greeted one of the angel statues in Romani as he patted her foot and gave her bag a little squeeze. It seemed all right, that one could stay. He was close to the entrance to the cemetery now, having made his way up from the back, and his head lifted as he saw a figure approaching through the wrought-iron fence.
Greer had found it increasingly difficult to stay inside these days. She wanted to be out, exploring Point Pleasant, immersing herself in the town's energy. The positive aspects of it, anyway. She found the marina was one of her favorite places to be, surrounded by the salty water. It was a gorgeous area, even if the water was too cold to dip her toes into. Today she decided to take a walk to see Rost. The wind blew her flimsy skirt about her ankles, and her hair was tied up into a messy bun to keep from whipping her in the face, but the weather didn't bother her. She laughed on occasion, when a particularly strong gust had her pausing on the sidewalk to brace herself against it. But Greer managed to make it to the cemetery without incident, and she spotted Rost on the other side of the fence. Greer paused and gripped two of the iron poles, sticking her face between them to smile at him. "Hello lovely," she said. "Do you mind some company?"
The colorful skirt had caught his eye like a flag, and Rost had a grin ready for Greer. He ambled over, weed eater still in hand, and leaned in to kiss her between the poles. They’d seen each other quite a few times over the past couple of weeks, and he was just beyond happy about it. Having such a delightful person to kiss hello -- two delightful people, because he felt the same way about Devlin -- was an incredible and unexpected light in his life. Rost was determined to enjoy it as much as possible. “Your company? Never,” he told her with another grin. Rost started walking toward the gate several yards away, expecting Greer to follow along the other side of the fence. “How does this beautiful day find you?”
Greer smiled against his lips, pleased that Rost was so free with his love. How she and Dev managed to find a kindred spirit in such a small town was beyond her, but she was grateful for it. She followed Rost, the rings on her fingers clinking against each iron bar that her hand came in contact with on the way. "I nearly blew away a couple of times," Greer told him. "That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, as I might end up in Oz, or maybe I would meet Mary Poppins... but it's been a nice day so far. Do you need any help in the cemetery?" She had thought about walking up to the marina for lunch, but that could wait if she could somehow aid Rost. Although parts of his cemetery gave her an odd feeling, the statues mostly, she still found it interesting enough to want to be there.
“I am almost finished, if you would just like to accompany me,” Rost told her, smiling over at her. He loved that they came to see him so often, neither of them seemingly intimidated by the cemetery and the powers that lurked around there. At least not enough to stay away. It made Rost certain that all of this was meant to be on some level. He opened the gate for Greer once they reached it and let her inside, then closed it behind her. He was dirty and sweaty, but he didn’t think she would mind a hug, so he gave her one, and kissed her again. “I am glad to see you,” he added with a little grin and a squeeze. “I will keep you on the ground.”
"Of course I would." Accompanying him was essentially keeping him company, and that was why she was there in the first place. Though Greer loved meeting new people, a part of her felt like if she wasn't with Dev, she wanted to be near Rost. They were her people, and she felt one hundred percent comfortable with them. Greer stepped into the cemetery and smiled when Rost hugged her. She certainly didn't mind the dirt, and she returned his kiss with enthusiasm. "I'm glad to see you too. You're tall enough to catch me by the ankle if I do fly away." Greer rubbed his arms and then looked around. "What have you been doing that's been so messy?"
Rost certainly didn’t expect to put Greer to work, especially not in a dress, but if she wanted to walk around with him for the last few rows of graves he had to do, he welcomed her presence. He’d found that she had a very soothing, peaceful effect on him. “Cutting some weeds down, pulling others,” he told her with a smile. “Perhaps the last real round of lawn care of the season.” Rost started walking with her, back to where he’d stopped working. He could finish up and then escort Greer back to the trailer for some more comfortable hanging out. And probably a shower, because he was sure he smelled great after a full day’s work. “Dev has been left to his own devices?” he asked, faintly amused.
Greer didn't mind being put to work, if that's what Rost wanted to do. She enjoyed helping where she could, but she also didn't mind wandering after him and watching him work. She smiled when he asked about Dev. "You could say that, yes. He enjoys his alone time as much as I enjoy mine. But he could wander by here later, who knows? We're thinking about renting over at Seaview Village," Greer added, glancing at Rost. It meant they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, something the two of them had been discussing for a couple of days now. Point Pleasant had so many secrets, and they still hadn't come close to figuring out what Papa Morrow's journal meant, so it made sense to save some money. Juniper Inn was a beautiful place, but expensive.
Rost really enjoyed the idea of being an open door, of the two of them coming and going as they pleased. He knew the cemetery wasn’t the most welcoming place for most, but he wanted his new lovers to feel like his home was their home too. He raised his eyebrows at the last bit, another pleased smile crossing his face. The Inn was so temporary, and he’d admittedly been harboring some worry that Dev and Greer would leave town in the near future, so that seemed like good news. “Yes? I like this idea. You will be closer,” he said. And it was more permanent, as much as anything could be in this world. Though he suspected that Dev and Greer didn’t get too bogged down with things like leases, it at least meant they wanted to stay longer. “And it is always nice to have space to make your own.”
Despite some of the bad energy lingering, Greer did like the cemetery. It had history, like the rest of the town, and Rost didn't seem bothered by any of it. If Rost was comfortable there, so was Greer. "We'll be closer," Greer confirmed with a smile and a nod. "It's a nice little neighborhood, Seaview. I think we'll like making a home of our own here, at least for as long as we decide to stay. And we can have you over... we'll make sure to buy a bigger bed," she teased. Not that she minded Rost's tiny place. It was cozy and gave her the perfect excuse to curl up beside him. Of course, Greer probably didn't need an excuse, but still.
He gave her a lopsided, gold-toothed grin at that. A bigger bed would be wonderful. They’d made do so far with what he had in his trailer and the bed in their room at Juniper, but having king-sized space would be wonderful. Not that Rost was picky, he would enjoy them just as much all spread out on the ground, but their backs would surely thank them. “I will be happy to help with anything you need,” he told Greer. Which she probably already knew, but Rost would gladly move and set up furniture or repaint or whatever they wanted to do. Feeling kind of floaty with this new development, he started to weed eat again, eager to get done with what he had to do and spend some quality time with Greer.
"I know." Greer reached out to touch his arm, grateful for his help as she knew Dev would be as well. "Maybe keep your eyes and ears open for any cheap furniture being sold or given away. We don't need much, just basic necessities." She started to wander away, though Greer didn't go very far. She just wanted to look at some of the headstones. It saddened her some, those that had fresh flowers, and those that had none. It was far too late in the year to plant a garden - and she had nowhere to actually plant one - but she realized she needed to resist finding a flower shop to outfit every bare headstone. That would require a lot of time and patience - which she had, and money, which she didn't. "Do you ever think about finding a house?" she asked, once she was several graves away and crouching down to pull some of the dandelions without even thinking about it. "I know you like your trailer..."
Rost cut down the grass and weeds around a few graves while Greer ventured off a little. She asked the question during an engine-noise lull and he made a thoughtful face as he trimmed a few more spots down. “Not often, no,” he answered once his finger was off the weed eater trigger again. “I am used to small space, it does not bother me. I have everything I need. And I like to stay close.” Rost gestured around them at the cemetery. Granted, his proximity didn’t always stop bad things from happening, obviously, but he still felt more secure watching over the place if he was actually in the place. He’d spent his whole life poor and on the move, so buying a house hadn’t really been feasible. Rost was fine with that, the world was his home. “I also like to be mobile,” he added, giving Greer a wan smile. “Things are always changing.”
Greer nodded and returned his smile as she looked over at him. "They are," she agreed. Look how she and Dev had just packed up a bit and left L.A. to cross the country to this place. It hadn't bothered her in the least to leave most of her things behind. "But, you know that for as long as Dev and I are here, you're welcome to stay wherever we are, should you need a break." It was clear that Rost viewed his job as much more than just the grounds keeper, but as a sort of protector of the dead, and she would never want to pull him away from that. She stood from the headstone and brushed some wayward hair away from her forehead. Remembering Nick, Greer's smile widened. "Nuestra casa es tu hogar," she said, heading back toward Rost. Their home would be his as well, should he ever want it to be. Even if their stay was temporary.
Greer’s warmth made Rost smile and feel all fluttery inside. He’d been welcomed into other people’s spaces before, of course, but not much since he’d lived in New York, and it had been even longer since it had been a pair of lovers doing the welcoming. The caveat that they would be leaving someday was a touch bittersweet, but Rost knew better than to try and predict the future. As he’d said, things were always changing. “I will take you up on that,” he told her. Rost went back to weed eating, hurrying through the rest of the row of headstones. Once he was done, he squinted around and decided he was satisfied. Resting his machine on his shoulder to carry it back, Rost offered Greer his hand to walk with her back toward his trailer. “Can you stay long? I am all yours once I have a shower.”
Greer kept herself busy while Rost finished up his work. She studied the headstones around her for a bit in between watching him, of course. She was pleased with her stay in Point Pleasant so far, and the people she had met, all of them interesting in their own way. There was definitely a different kind of feel here than there was in a big city, and she liked it, being able to recognize faces she passed on the street from another day and time, even if Greer didn't know them personally. She smiled at Rost when he approached and took his hand without hesitation. "I can stay as long as you'll have me," Greer told him, falling into step with him back to his trailer. "I'm on no timetable, and Dev knows how to find me if he needs me. Do you have any other plans for the day?"
It was so tempting to just say ‘forever’ whenever she said things like that, but Rost was old enough to know better. Nothing was forever, especially when it came to love. All he could hope to do was fully enjoy it while it lasted, like everything else in life. Sometimes it helped to be constantly reminded of his own mortality, at least it kept him focused on the Now. “No, no plans,” he told Greer with a smile. “Except perhaps to ravish you with attention now that you are here. ... ravish? Lavish? I forget.”
She laughed a bit, finding it quite endearing when he mixed up English words, although he didn't seem to do it often around her. It was charming, regardless. "Lavish," Greer said, squeezing his hand gently. "But I will gladly take being ravished as well, depending on your mood. And I will happily return the favor." Greer honestly didn't mind what they did, even if it was just sitting around and enjoying each other's company. She loved talking to Rost, hearing his stories, both of his life before Point Pleasant, and after he had become the cemetery's caretaker. He was honest and open not only about himself, but about the town itself, more so than anyone else Greer had spoken to. "How have things been since we saw you last? No trouble?"
English was a schizophrenic language anyway, without much rhyme or reason to it, so Rost didn’t mind much when he got it wrong. Most Americans didn’t speak anything else, and he spoke two other full languages fluently -- though he was so rusty now -- and a smattering of others. He usually got his point across, so who cared about anything else? “No trouble, thank the gods,” Rost answered with a faint chuckle. “It may be coming, this time of year. But I will take the peace while it is here. Everything else has been well with me.” They reached his trailer and he set the weed eater aside, glancing over at Greer. “How about the two of you? Any leads from the ah, the journal?” Rost started to lead the way up the steps and into his small home.
She wondered if he meant autumn by saying 'this time of year', or if he meant Halloween. Greer wondered if a town like this went all out for the 'holiday', or if they faced enough horrors over the course of the year that it felt a bit morbid to glorify it over the course of a month. Perhaps there was a balance there, somewhere. She stayed out of Rost's way as he set the weed eater down, but followed him up the stairs into the trailer. "No leads yet, but Dev is working on it," she said, smiling as soon as she was enveloped in the sight and scents of Rost. It was really a shame his trailer wasn't a touch bigger. She and Dev would have gladly moved in with the man, no matter where the location. "He could be out searching as we speak, you never know with him. Easily distractible, my Devlin. I suppose the same could be said for me. It's a wonder we haven't lost one another yet." Greer slipped out of her jacket and walked over to get comfortable on his couch. "A part of me is worried about what might happened when Dev does find some connection to that journal. I think there's a reason Papa Morrow left Point Pleasant and moved across the country."
“You have not because you belong together,” Rost said with a little smile. A lot of people might not believe in invisible forces that moved humanity around on a chess board at its own whims, but he did, and he felt sure that Greer did too. Rost got out of his boots and left them near the door, unzipping his coveralls as he followed Greer toward the couch. He paused near the bathroom door, peeling dirty clothes off without any hesitation. Greer had seen all of him there was to see, after all. “Of that I have no doubt,” he continued, raking a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face, his tone a bit more grim. “Most who leave and stay away have good reason. Many come back. But if you are here now, perhaps there is a reason.” He stepped into the small bathroom to start up the shower, then stuck his head back through the door to smile at her. “You are welcome to join me if you like,” he said. It wasn’t a huge shower, but neither of them were big people.
She absolutely knew that to be true. The universe had brought Dev across the world to her, after all. Just as the universe brought she and Dev to Maine. Who knew how long they would stay, but she was enjoying her time there so far, more so when she was with Rost. Greer was preparing to settle back against the couch to wait for Rost when his voice drew her attention and she smiled at him peeking out at her from the bathroom. There was no hesitation before she stood, and Greer began discarding her clothes on her way to him. "I didn't want to impose on your shower," she said playfully. "But if you're extending an invitation, then yes."
Rost’s grin broadened as Greer got up and made her way over, shedding clothing along the way. “They are always more fun with company,” he murmured, letting his gaze roam over all the exposed skin. He would’ve been fast anyway, but this way she didn’t have to sit and occupy herself while he putzed around in the bathroom. He backed up and turned to stick a hand into the water. It was running hot now, so Rost pulled open the shower door and gestured for Greer to step in first. Because he was a gentleman, and because her hips and ass were just lovely to look at.
Oh yes, that was definitely true. Showering with Dev had always been one of her favorite things to do. The water and close quarters with slick bodies. Naked now, Greer pulled the hair tie from her ponytail and slipped it around her wrist as she stepped into the shower and the hot spray. It was just the right temperature and she stepped back so that there was room for Rost to join her. She wanted to give him the majority of the spray, since he was the one who needed washing. Greer picked up the soap and began to lather it between her palms. "Let me get your back," she suggested, more than a little eager to get her hands on him.
Rost climbed into the shower behind Greer and slid the door closed. It was a small shower by design, but he didn’t mind the closeness at all. He brushed past her to step into the water, then turned at Greer’s suggestion. Rost lifted one hand to brace it against the shower wall, ducking his head down into the hot spray for a moment and letting it rinse at least some of that grime-feeling away. As soon as Greer touched him, Rost let out a contented sigh and rolled his shoulders back. “You know ... I cannot remember last time someone washed me,” he commented, a little smile quirking his lips.
Greer smiled as she ran the soap and her palm over his back and up to his shoulders. His body was so different from Dev's, but she enjoyed it all the same. "Well, you'll remember this time," she promised, working on getting him clean, first and foremost. Plus, she had never met a man who didn't like a bit of a back rub, and Rost had worked hard, so he deserved one. "Someday when you have another woman in here washing your back, you can tell her all about me," Greer teased. She applied some pressure against his upper back, rubbing in slow, firm circles.
Her hands felt incredibly good, especially on his tight shoulders, and Rost gave a hum of appreciation. He chuckled softly at what she said, unable to imagine that. In a town like this one, he got the feeling that finding Greer and Dev was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Not many people like them passed through this town, and unless Rost moved back to a big city, he doubted he would be finding any other kindred spirits. But he also hadn’t expected them, so who knew? “And she will be incredibly jealous, because I cannot sound like I do not miss you,” he said, turning his face to smirk at her over his shoulder.
Smiling, Greer slid her hands down to get the rest of his back, rubbing the soap over his skin. “But then all you’ll need to do is sing to her, and maybe she’ll forgive you for missing me,” she suggested, still sounding amused as her hands moved to his hips, where they slid around to the front of his body, over his abdomen. She never let her hands stay still for too long, wanting to touch as much of him as she could. Unable to resist it, Greer pressed a soft kiss against his back. The only thing that would make this better would be having Dev with them, but Greer had to admit she did like spending time with Rost on her own as well.
Rost chuckled with appreciation, though he was starting to lose focus on the words, his attention more on Greer’s wandering hands. It was a pampered, cared-for feeling, being washed, but even without the soap, just being touched on a regular basis was incredible. Aware that he did have to get clean before they got into each other, Rost grabbed the shampoo to get the very top of him taken care of. He made sure to rinse with his head tilted forward so Greer wouldn’t get suds in her face. Once that was done and Rost had raked his hair back, he turned to face her, pulling her in closer with a little smile. Rost let his own hands start to roam a bit, spreading the warm water over her skin.
She continued to smooth her palms over his body as he shampooed his hair, and once he turned to face her, Greer smiled and pressed a kiss against his wet chin. He smelled nice now, from the soap and shampoo, and her hands moved around to his lower back, just above his ass. Then she kissed him again, deeper this time. This was so much better than just lounging on the couch, waiting for him. No distractions, no worries. When she was with the right lover, it felt like the world existed only for the two of them, much like it did right now. Even better, Greer was pretty sure Rost would feel the same.
He did, and it felt so easy and natural to slip into that space where he didn’t have to think anymore, he just had to feel. Greer’s lovely, soft curves felt good against his body, and her lips felt fantastic on his, tongues teasing as they met. He let his own hands slide slowly downward, tracing the lines of her back and hips until he was caressing the curves of her ass. He had a bit more thorough washing to do, but showers were much more pleasant with this type of intermission. Rost hoped that whatever Dev was up to, he was having an equally good time ... but he doubted it.
Greer was more than happy to stand there and kiss Rost until the water ran cold, although her body seemed to be insisting that there was something much more fun they could be doing, completely dry and warm. But his lips were intoxicating, and she loved the taste of his tongue stroking alongside hers. Clutching his hips and pulling him even closer to her, Greer hummed happily into his mouth before she pulled back just enough from the kiss to open her eyes and peer up at him. "Why don't you finish up and then come join me in your bed?" At the end of all of this, he might need another shower, but Greer had a feeling he would enjoy getting dirty with her much more than spraying weed eater among a bunch a tombstones.
Rost grinned down at her, feeling a little drunk already. “Sounds perfect to me,” he murmured, his hands moving to Greer’s hips to squeeze gently. He loved how she felt, how curvy she was, and that straightforwardness about what she wanted, because that was all Rost wanted to give her. He patted Greer’s ass as she got out of the shower, then grabbed the soap again to scrub down the rest of him. He never minded having to take dual showers, the hard work that came in bed was well worth it. Rost finished getting clean, then turned the water off and grabbed a towel off of the little shelf to dry off with.
Greer left the shower and dried off before wandering out into the trailer naked. She wasn't shy about her body, and she doubted Rost dealt with many peeping toms around the cemetery. She checked her phone quickly, just to make sure Dev didn't need her, before stretching out on Rost's bed. Her hair was still a bit damp where it had gotten wet in the shower, so she twisted it up above her head as she waited for Rost to join her. Greer didn't have to wait very long, and she smiled when she saw him in the bathroom drying off. Propping herself up on her elbows, Greer watched him, a smile playing at her lips. She quite liked his body, with its leanness and scars. Greer hadn't yet asked him where he got most of them, but she figured there was plenty of time to hear those stories.
Rost had been self conscious about what he looked like for a while as a young man, but he’d gotten over it eventually. Diversity was the spice of life, and there were people who appreciated what he had to offer. No sense in wasting time wishing he’d been built differently, he carried a rich and beautiful legacy inside his genes. He finished drying himself and tossed the towel over the shower door to dry, then ambled over to the bed, his gaze drifting over Greer’s nude body. She looked like a goddess come to earth, all lovely curves and soft skin. Rost started to crawl onto the bed with her, but slowly, dipping his head in to trail kisses up one of her legs, starting at the ankle. Goddesses deserved worship, after all.
Greer was pretty sure everyone went through a phase, or longer, in their life where they were unhappy with their body, or their looks. She had as well, when she was thirteen and still blossoming. But she had been comfortable in her skin for a long time now, and she found beauty in others just as she hoped they found beauty in her. She wasn't perfect, but nobody was. Perfection was an unreachable goal, and she felt like people lost something in their quest to achieve it. She smiled as she watched him lean over to kiss her leg, and her skin responded to the feel of his lips against it, warming instantly under his touch. There was no desire to move, though she parted her legs just enough to make room for him as he moved higher. Balancing herself on one elbow, Greer reached out to brush her hands through his damp hair, stroking the strands lovingly.
Bodies were like encrypted biographies, secrets and history and personal details. Every scar and stretchmark meant something, they were signs of growth, proof of life. Rost had been with all types of people with all types of bodies, and he’d enjoyed them all. He didn’t see any flaws at all on Greer, just lovely hints at her life story. Rost kissed his way up to her hip and nuzzled there in that sensitive dipped spot where her leg met her body. She smelled wonderful, not even like soap because she hadn’t washed, but still clean and lovely and her. He kept moving after a moment, his lips brushing against her stomach and her ribs and then only the bottom of one breast before he pushed himself up high enough to kiss her. Rost let out a soft sound as his eyes slipped closed.
Her skin tingled everywhere his mouth touched her, and Greer was helpless to look anywhere but where Rost was currently moving, her fingers still stroking his hair gently. She was more than ready for him when he finally brought his mouth to hers and Greer kissed him deeply, lifting her elbow so she could lay back on the bed again and bring him with her. Now that he was closer to her, Greer ran her hand down his side to his hip, exploring and stroking with her fingers. Oh, but she loved the taste of him. So different and unique from Dev and still so intoxicating. Greer stroked her tongue against his, a soft, happy noise forming in her throat as her hand slid around to the curve of his ass.
Rost kissed Greer back with equal warmth, nudging her legs further apart with his knee so he could settle between them. Rost lowered his upper body to his elbows as he shifted his hips a little to press the underside of his cock against Greer’s heat. He loved how much she touched him, how she seemed to enjoy every inch. Rost was old enough to not give a shit what most people thought of him, but there was something intoxicating about having a lover who appreciated his body as much as he appreciated theirs. Rost rocked his hips gently against her, another quiet groan escaping his throat into their kiss.
Her body shivered at the feel of Rost's cock pressed against her and she bent her knees, drawing them up his body until he was cradled between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth and grasped his ass with both hands before reaching between their bodies with one to take hold of his cock. Greer stroked him lovingly before guiding him into her heat. She was already wet and ready for him and Greer's moan trailed off into a sigh of contentment as she arched her hips to take him inside of her. There was always something so intoxicating about joining with another human being so intimately, and it felt even more amazing that it was Rost, someone she felt a strong kinship with already.
Greer putting him inside of her was intensely erotic, and Rost’s breath caught a little as he sank into her body. He knew it could be his overly romantic nature talking, but she always felt like such a perfect fit, there was something deeper than physical about it. Rost shifted his weight just a bit and then started thrusting, slow and easy at first, more to just enjoy the indulgently sensation than for Greer’s sake. He knew she was far from delicate. He slipped his hands under her arms and the backs of her shoulders to hold her close, nuzzling his nose against hers to let them breathe a bit as he worked his cock in and out of her. His control was getting better now that he was getting back into practice, but he still liked to build up to the more intense fucking.
Greer absolutely loved how full he made her feel with his cock pressed so deep. The way they fit together went well beyond the physical nature of their relationship, and she knew Rost meant far more to she and Dev now than any of their past shared lovers. Her hands skimmed over his body, soft sighs escaping her as he began to thrust. Her ankles crossed over his lower back to keep him close. The way he nuzzled her made her feel warm and loved and she pressed gentle kisses against his mouth as she lifted her hips to meet his. She was more than happy with the slow pace, in no real hurry for this to be over.
It was a good place to linger in for a while, the slow movement of bodies together, thrusting in deep with every stroke so he could feel as much of Greer as physically possible. He loved her hands on him, how she couldn’t seem to get enough touch in, and Rost thought again of how much he’d missed that feeling. Gradually, he picked up his pacing, pushing into her with a bit more force as his body demanded more friction. He let out a throaty groan as the pleasure notched up, and Rost kissed Greer deeper again.
Greer's breath caught at the more forceful thrusts, her hands pressed into his lower back before she moaned into the kiss. The world could have very well disappeared in that moment, the only sounds of life coming from Rost's bed. Her chest felt full and Greer had to break away from his mouth to breathe, though she didn't move far. She peppered kisses along his jaw and cheek before unhooking her ankles from around him to press her heels into his bed, giving her more leverage to lift her hips to meet every thrust. Greer breathed his name, the tight coil of pleasure in her gut beginning to unravel.
Gods, it was good. The way Greer moved underneath him, the heavy way she was breathing, the way his name sounded on her lips. His core felt tight and shaky in a way that went deeper than the working muscles. It felt even deeper than the physical act itself. Rost could feel Greer getting closer, her body squeezing his tighter and tighter, and he couldn’t help but speed up a little further, wanting to make her orgasm as good for her as possible. He knew he probably wasn’t going to last long beyond that, but they had all evening to indulge one another, and he’d always been good at recovering quickly. He groaned and buried his face into her neck for a moment, breathing her in as his body worked against hers.
Greer was completely lost in the throes of her own pleasure, her legs wrapping around Rost once again as he pressed his face to her neck. He was hitting just the right spot and Greer strained against him, her cries growing louder as her body hurtled toward release. As it hit, Greer bit gently into his shoulder, muffling her cries as her entire body began to shake and tremble beneath him. She felt as though she could stay there forever, overcome by bliss, her body wrapped so tightly around Rost's. It felt like so much more than a physical connection, and while Greer knew some would say it was the orgasm talking, she knew it to be true. The sex was only this good because of what she felt for him, and what he felt for her. As her body began to come down from the high, Greer throbbed with those delicious little aftershocks and she pressed her cheek to his, a moan of contentment on her lips.
If there was anything more beautiful than a woman in ecstacy, Rost didn’t know what it was. He felt absolutely privileged anytime he made a woman come, and he honestly didn’t understand the men who took it for granted. Rost moaned along with her as Greer peaked, still working his hips as her body clenched and throbbed so sweetly around him. The hard feel of teeth contrasted nicely with the softness of everything else. He slowed down and lifted his head a little as everything slowed down again, flashing Greer a lazy little smile before he kissed her. He kept it brief so she could catch her breath, murmuring the word for beautiful in Romani against her lips. His own body was practically aching for release by then, but Rost was nothing if not a patient man.
Everything felt warm and soft and amazing and she probably would have stretched like a happy cat beneath him if she wasn't still wrapped around his body. Greer smiled at the sound of his voice, her body shivering pleasantly in response. Maybe he would teach her some Romani during her stay in Point Pleasant. It was a beautiful language, especially coming from Rost's lips. She kissed him deeply, her hands roaming over his back and sides before she unhooked her ankles from his back, letting her feet fall back to the mattress. "Get on your back," she whispered, nudging his sides gently. She knew he was probably on edge already, but Greer wanted to set the pace now and get him there.
Rost quirked an eyebrow and then grinned slightly. “Yes ma’am,” he murmured back. He got one more lingering kiss out of her before he pushed himself up and rolled off of Greer. The air felt cooler without her presence so close to him, but he knew the transition would be brief. Rost stretched out on his back, heavy-lidded eyes on his new lover, ready to accommodate and enjoy whatever position she wanted to take over him.
Greer wasted no time straddling his lap and taking hold of his cock to slip him back inside of her. She sunk down on him with a soft sigh, her head falling back as he filled her again. Her hand fell to his chest as she began to build up a fast, but firm rhythm with her hips, drawing up ever so slightly on her knees to sink back down him with every backward motion. Her free hand lifted to cover her breast, where she squeezed then tweaked her nipple as her eyes opened to gaze down at Rost. She found herself completely fascinated by him, her attraction to him going so much deeper than the physical aspects. So rare was it to meet someone who intrigued her just as deeply as Devlin had and it was during the intimate moments like this one that Greer found she wanted to keep him.
He let out a soft sound that was almost relief as Greer settled her weight on him again. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he stroked his hands up her thighs. She didn’t give him much time to languish in it though, which Rost’s body was grateful for. He couldn’t hold onto her lower half at that pace, so Rost moved one hand up to cup Greer’s free breast, helping himself to tweaking her other nipple too. She was so gorgeous, and she moved her body so well, he was helplessly swept along with the rapidly building pleasure. Rost couldn’t keep his eyes open after another moment, his lips parted with heavy breathing and moans he also couldn’t help. It didn’t take but another minute or two of the hot, tight grip of her body stroking his cock, and Rost let himself go. His hands gripped Greer’s thighs and he arched under her, letting out a hoarse cry as he went sailing over the edge.
Greer rode him through his orgasm, wanting to wring every drop of pleasure out of him that she could. She only began to slow her hips when he began to relax and Greer leaned over his body, her hands pressed into the bed on either side of his head before she dipped her face down to kiss him. It was exactly how she had wanted to spend her afternoon, and she knew the only thing that could have possibly made this any better would have been having Dev there with them. Nuzzling her nose to his, Greer touched his face with one hand, brushing her thumb along his jaw. "Beautiful," she murmured with a smile, pressing another kiss to his lips.
Rost let his hands graze over Greer’s skin, tracing the curves of her waist and hips as he kissed her back. He felt warm and sated and floaty and a little stoned on pleasure. He smiled reflexively at the compliment, that warm feeling in his chest glowing a bit brighter. He actually felt pretty beautiful at the moment, which wasn’t something that happened to him often, so Rost wanted to bask in it. It was just the light from Greer, he felt sure, reflecting back to her ... or she just had her eyes open wider than most. He knew he wasn’t to everyone’s taste, but kindred souls knew one another. “I am so happy you think it is so,” he whispered back in between kisses, his arms moving to curl around her back.
Greer hummed happily against his mouth, wishing she could just lay there on top of him for the rest of the afternoon. As it was, she needed to know, and with a soft sigh, she slipped off of his body, though Greer didn't move far. She curled up beside him, her hand sliding over his stomach. "I could just stay here all day," she murmured, leaning in to press kisses against his skin. She couldn't, she knew, but it was such a pleasant thought. There was honestly nothing better than lounging around all day with a lover, especially one she felt such a deep connection with.
All day might have been a stretch, but Rost was more than happy to lounge with Greer for as long as she wanted. He turned over on his side so he could look at her, tucking one arm up under his head and draping the other over Greer’s waist. “Stay as long as you like,” he murmured to her with a lazy smile. She looked so lovely and glowing in the soft light of the trailer, it made him wish a bit that he could wake up to her all the time. And Dev. All of them tangled together sounded just about perfect. “I do not know how I got so lucky to find you,” Rost added, curling his fingers idly against her skin. “Both of you.”
Greer slipped her bare leg over his, scooting in closer to his body. She smiled and traced her fingers over his skin. "We found you," she said softly. "And I think we were meant to." It felt right to believe in fate in that moment, only because their connection seemed so deep, and Greer knew Dev felt the same way. Sometimes she wondered if he would have wanted to find a place to rent to stay longer if they had never met Rost. Maybe, but deep down, Greer was skeptical. "You're going to make it very difficult to leave one day," she said, leaning in to press to his lips again.
Rost agreed that they’d been meant to find him. And he’d been meant to be ready for them, in the right place at the right time. Who knew he would meet a pair of loves of his life in Juniper Inn, of all places? Trying to get morning coffee, while he was at a low point. Greer and Devlin had swept in like a refreshing breeze and stirred everything up. He skimmed one hand down her bare hip and thigh, relishing how soft she was. “Perhaps I will go with you, one day,” he murmured against her lips, his heart squeezing sweetly in his chest. Rost knew it was still early, but what did that matter? The soul knew what it wanted, and his wanted them. If they all still felt the same when the time came to move on ... well, he’d never gotten very attached to places anyway.
Pleased at the possibility, Greer ran her hand along his jaw again. "That's the hope," she said softly. It would be difficult to leave Point Pleasant without Rost in tow, though Greer knew she and Dev would never force him to come with them. The thought of him traveling with them made her heart happy, though, and Greer rested her head down on the pillow even as her fingers played gently with a bit of his mustache before she smiled. She didn't care how long she had known him. Greer could meet someone and know within five minutes if they were going to be special to her. She had known it as soon as she'd taken his hand in hers that morning in the Inn. Chuckling softly, Greer slipped her hand up to run it through his hair. She couldn't seem to stop touching him. "I like to think that Point Pleasant called to you because we would find ourselves here someday. This place suits you so much more than Los Angeles ever would."
Rost was more than happy to be touched, forever and always. It was something that had been missing in his world for a long time, and it had been having such a profound effect on him. He knew that being with someone -- or someones, in this case -- didn’t fix everything that was wrong in a person’s life, but by the gods it made everything seem easier. Lighter. Rost gave her a sublime sort of smile, feeling like his heart was too big for his chest. “I have never been to west coast,” he murmured, gazing adoringly at Greer. “But I can be a city boy ... I loved New York. Perhaps we can go together back someday.” If they hadn’t already been, he had a feeling Dev and Greer would adore New York too. And maybe taking new loves there would help dispel the bittersweet ghosts in Rost’s mind. “It is far more beautiful when you are there and in love,” he murmured.
"Yes, definitely," Greer said, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "Everywhere is more beautiful when you're with someone you love. Or two someones." She laughed softly and stroke her hand down his hip again. The thought that Rost might be willing to leave this town to stay with Dev and Greer was a warm, welcome one. She knew how hard it would be for them to leave him, and ideally, they would never have to part ways. They had only just found each other, so it was difficult to imagine leaving. "I think you would like the west coast. All of those beaches and sunshine," she teased. "Or maybe we can just drive away and see where it takes us."
“The world is our clam,” Rost agreed in a warm murmur, flashing her a grin. He was aware that wasn’t the right phrase, but he didn’t really care. Language was to play with just as much as anything else in life. It gave him a brighter glow in his chest to hear Greer indirectly say she loved him; some might think it was foolish to jump right into using those words, but why not? Rost felt in love with both of them, he didn’t care how fast it had happened. Life was too short to hold back on love. So he was all in, and if that meant eventually leaving his post here? Life was all about cycles and seasons, and Rost was ready for whatever was next.