Who: Rory and Wes Where: Ludlow Lane When: Night, Sunday, January 14th Warning: NSFW Status: complete
Rory stood at the window watching the snow fall outside, his arms crossed over his chest to trap the warmth in. The house felt cold even with the heat on, even with a fire in the fireplace, and it made him wonder if he should put his jacket back on. Or just step away from the window. The house was old and poorly insulated, but it was the best that they could do, better than a motel or an apartment, where neighbors were more likely to be up in their business. The downside was it made him aware of how little they had. Never in his life did he think he’d be sleeping on a mattress on the floor or using a cardboard box as a nightstand and dresser. But he was alive and he kept reminding himself that that mattered more than all the shit he’d left behind.
If the snow kept coming down the way it was, work would probably be cancelled tomorrow and Rory couldn’t decide if he was happy about that or not. In the past, any excuse to get out of work was a good one, but now they needed the money and no one was going to pay him for hours he didn’t clock. He didn’t really enjoy living paycheck to paycheck, but they couldn’t risk holding up a service station now that they’d settled in. It was weird to think that they’d left their life of crime behind in West Virginia, but life had been strange lately. “I never thought I’d live somewhere that shuts down by ten o’clock.”
Wes was only a couple of feet behind him, stretched out on said mattress on the floor, his head and neck propped up on a pillow while he scrolled on his phone. It was a burner, so it wasn’t very fast, but it did enough for him to keep up with the news. Even though they’d been settled in Point Pleasant for a few weeks now, he still obsessively checked to make sure their names weren’t in any headlines. They already had the mob hunting them down, the last thing they needed was to have cops trying to find them too. But it seemed like they’d pulled off all of the robberies without getting identified. Wes still couldn’t relax, but that was at least one less thing to stress the fuck out about.
He looked over at Rory’s back where he was standing at the window. The weather sucked, but Wes was willing to bet he would still be going to work. There would be streets to salt and scrape. Working stiffs like him didn’t get snow days. “You bored or somethin’?” he asked, his eyes sliding back to his phone screen.
“Outta my mind,” Rory answered, then pulled the curtains closed. They were old and dusty and an ugly shade of green, but they’d come with the house and did a decent job of blocking out the sun in the morning. He really couldn’t complain about sitting at home on a Sunday night, except that was what they did almost every night. He missed the days when he could go out for a drink with friends, maybe even go to a club and go dancing. He didn’t think Wes was the dancing type, but he knew he drank. Yet, they weren’t looking to build a social life. Meeting people meant answering questions and that was something they were looking to avoid. “Next paycheck, I vote we splurge on a tv. I’m even starting to miss late night television,” he said as he walked over to the bed and plopped down beside Wes. “Check the news today?”
Wes had been less sociable in his old life, but he knew how much Rory used to go out. Hell, he’d followed him for several weeks, so he’d seen it first hand. And now the structure of their whole lives was a recipe for cabin fever. At least they weren’t driving every day anymore, the house had much more room than the car did. It had saved them some bickering so far, but Wes still often felt weird being around Rory. It wasn’t Rory’s fault, but that didn’t stop the stiffness that always jolted through Wes’s spine if he got too close during the daylight hours. “I could go for a TV, sure,” Wes murmured, keeping his eyes on his phone. “But yeah, the news ... all clear so far. Only wish we knew the same about the families. But they don’t put everything on the internet.” He sighed and let his phone drop to his chest and rubbed at his eyes.
“I know, and I can’t sign in to any of my accounts without potentially throwing a flag,” Rory said, still slightly bitter at how cut off they were. All his family needed was for him to log on to an account they were watching and capture his IP address and they were dead. So instead, they remained in the dark, except for what made its way to the public. Rory rolled onto his side and propped his head up with his hand. “I think we’re good. I mean, we can’t really know for sure, but I feel like if they were gonna find us, they’d have found us by now.” They’d always been careful, but once they’d decided to stop moving, they’d had to virtually disappear. No more gas station robberies, no more stealing cars. They’d moved across state lines without a trace, tracking back to New York and beyond it to Maine. It had sounded like a crazy plan, but Rory truly believed it was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, that didn’t make the paranoia go away. It lingered and he had the feeling it always would.
Wes wanted to believe that, he really did. And maybe eventually he would, he just thought it would take a while. He knew they’d covered their tracks as much as they could, u-turning and heading north again had been a smart call. The idea had scared Wes at first, but now he thought Rory was right -- they could keep looking south. Especially in January. Neither of them was the type to want to settle down in rural Maine, for fuck’s sake, so it was a good place to hide. He hoped, anyway. “Hope you’re right,” he murmured. Wes glanced over at Rory out of the corner of his eye. “We’ll just ... hunker down for a while, keep our eyes and ears open, see how it goes.” Wes didn’t want to live in Point Pleasant for the rest of his life, but so far it was much better than being on the road constantly. “We should figure out a plan though, for if they do show up. Find the best route to the border.”
Rory had his own set of doubts, but he kept them to himself. Just because he’d probably spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder didn’t mean he needed to draw attention to the fact. They might not be off scott free, but they’d at least bought themselves some time to breathe. Wes was right, they needed a plan just in case someone showed up, but crossing the border in the dead of winter sounded like a death trap. But that was just his overactive imagination putting them on foot. In reality, they’d take a car and it was just a matter of knowing which roads were most likely to be clear of snow and ice. “I’ll start looking into it. I’ve got a computer at work. It helps with planning,” Rory said, stretching out then toeing off his shoes. “I think it’ll be easier in the spring. Then I can stop having nightmares about disappearing into the snow, having to become some kind of mountain man, fighting off bears and ice fishing and shit.” He was teasing, of course, but there was always a tiny bit of worry that that was a possibility as well. If he ever had to escape on foot, he’d be a dead man.
Wes gave a soft snort at the mental image that pulled up. He’d never been a huge outdoorsman himself, but he knew some basic survival skills -- how to build a fire, at least. When it came to hunting or fishing, he would probably be useless. But he could pack a bug-out bag, squirrel away some supplies for them, just in case. Maybe they could buy or steal a snowmobile or something as a last resort. It was all turning into a bit too much of an action movie in his head, and Wes tried to bring himself back to reality. “I don’t see them comin’ up here to tromp around and look for us until spring,” he murmured. “But we’ll make a plan just to be safe. Keep a bag packed. ‘Cause like, a big lumberjack beard wouldn’t suit you at all.” Wes smirked faintly.
Rory huffed a soft laugh because, yes, Wes was certainly right on that account. He could manage a little bit of scruff, but a beard didn’t suit him, not like it did Wes. “You’re not into lumberjacks?” He teased lightly. What Wes was into was mostly a mystery to Rory, though he’d spent a great deal of time thinking about it. Conversation on the topic was a nonstarter; the man clammed up any time Rory brought up sex or anything related to their relationship, if it could be called that. Whatever it was, they were in it together and that was the only thing Rory knew for sure. If Wes was going to bolt, he’d have done it by now. Instead he’d willingly settled into small town life with a virtual stranger with whom he shared a bed and not much else. It was weird, and frustrating, and Rory didn’t understand it, yet he was there too.
As it did whenever the topic of conversation got remotely close to his tastes in sexual partners, Wes’s stomach clenched uncomfortably. He knew it wasn’t fair to Rory. Wes knew he was being difficult and obtuse about everything ... he just couldn’t seem to stop. Anytime his thoughts started wandering to Rory in any affectionate or sexual way -- which they did much more often than Wes liked to admit -- guilt and shame crashed in on him like a tsunami. He wasn’t supposed to crave another man’s touch, he definitely wasn’t supposed to give in, he wasn’t supposed to reach out in the dark for the warmth beside him. Night was the only time he let himself indulge, after desire had worn him down all day. It had been a relief to get a job and have a distraction, something else to think about besides Rory and sex and the threat of death that constantly loomed over them. Wes didn’t know how to talk about any of that, especially not with the person who occupied so many of his thoughts. Did Rory even feel the same about it as he did? Was this all just very casual to him? Wes wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “Nah, guess not,” he answered with a huff. The real answer -- I’m into you, just you -- got stuck in his throat.
“So if I grew a beard and started wearing flannel, you’d…ditch me or ask me to shave?” Rory asked, raising a brow. He knew he was pushing, but God damn it he was tired of all the guesswork. He’d never been the sort that needed someone to sit down and define a relationship with him, but he’d never been in one that was quite so vague. Were they a thing? Or was he all that was available? Was he going to come home one night and find out Wes had picked up someone at the local strip club? Just thinking about it made him want to punch someone. He knew he shouldn’t be invested, that he should probably be the one hitting up the bar after work and finding someone to distract him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it if it meant Wes would stop reaching for him when the lights turned off.
Wes frowned, his brow knotted in befuddled discomfort. “Those are ... pretty different options,” he muttered, not committing to either one. Wes would never ditch Rory for anything like that, because they were in this together even if they weren’t doing what they did at night. Wes couldn’t imagine asking him to shave either, like he had real preferences he thought Rory would actually consent to. Wes had never been good at asking for things, and it seemed ten thousand times harder in this situation. “Why would I ditch you? Jesus.” Needing something else to focus on, Wes picked up his phone again and unlocked the screen. He didn’t know what he was going to look up, just that he needed to look at something other than Rory at the moment.
It was such a non-answer that Rory could have screamed. He didn’t think he was asking for a lot, just the tiniest hint of where they stood, but without pinning Wes down and forcing the conversation Rory didn’t think it would happen. And he wasn’t that guy. He didn’t have to know, he’d never needed any kind of reassurance before and he didn’t need it now. He just thought it would make things easier, though there was always a chance that it would scare Wes off completely and Rory didn’t really want to risk that. Above all, he wanted Wes to stick around, even if it meant going a little crazy in the process. He watched as Wes picked up his phone, apparently dismissing the conversation rather than playing into it. It was a shame. “There’s some big event this weekend,” he said casually. “A casino night thing, raising money for the hospital. My boss was talking about it at work.”
Even if Wes had been able to talk about it without freezing up and feeling like he was In Danger, he didn’t have any answers for Rory. He didn’t know what this was between them any more than the other man did. Wes was running on instinct and the overwhelming desire to have something that felt good in the midst of all this stress and fear and misery. Part of him knew he was probably fucking it all up by not giving Rory what he obviously wanted, but he couldn’t help it. He was terrified of defining it, putting a label on it, admitting that he might actually have a relationship with a man. If it blew up in his face ... well, that was just another on a long list of shit that had done so. Things couldn’t get very much worse. He looked over as Rory spoke again, one blond brow lifting some. “ ... are you wanting to go?” he asked. Rory gambling sounded like the worst idea in the world right then.
The answer was a raging yes, but Rory knew he really couldn’t go. They were laying low, not mingling with the locals, and they didn’t really have the extra cash to throw at a charity. That didn’t stop the itch though and Rory continued to think about it, wanting to find a way to make it happen. He needed a distraction, something to keep him away, but there was little that beat the high of winning. “I don’t have a suit,” he said with a little shrug. “And we really can’t spare the money.” They felt like lame excuses, but he was trying to convince himself they were good ones. A small part of him thought he was telling Wes as insurance. The man knew the lure it had on him and maybe he’d talk Rory into staying away, or at least suitably distract him. “Maybe we could spring for a deck of cards though?” he suggested. “Stay in and play a couple hands instead.”
Wes could practically see the gears turning in Rory’s head. He knew the guy was addicted to gambling, that was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. Even if all the money went to charity in the end, Wes was sure the pull to play was as strong as a bottle would be to an alcoholic. They definitely didn’t have the extra money to risk, so he was glad that Rory knew that too. His suggestion brought a tiny smile to Wes’s face. “Yeah, we can definitely do that,” he said. He thought maybe he could even do one better and find a whole poker set with chips and all. They could gamble for nothing, and maybe it would scratch the itch a bit. They’d been helping each other through this whole ordeal in various ways, why not this one too? Wes’s lips twitched again. “I’m pretty good though, fair warning. Hope you’re not a sore loser.”
The thing about gambling was that Rory knew there was always a chance he would come out ahead. He could put in a hundred and come out with two instead. It was that logic that kept him throwing money into the game even when he knew they didn’t have any to spare. But a win, even if there wasn’t a prize, was a win and playing against Wes had its own appeal. “Who said I’m going to lose?” Rory asked with a little grin. “Even if I do, I can handle it. It wouldn’t be the first time.” He thought it would be fun if he could come up with something to wager, something that wasn’t money. “I bet you have an incredible poker face,” he said with a little laugh. He knew from experience how hard Wes was to read and he couldn’t imagine he’d be any different at cards. The only difference was that it was Rory’s game, he knew how to read people there, so maybe he’d have the upper hand.
Wes was sure that Rory was a good card shark. He wouldn’t have been invited to all of the high-stakes games Wes had followed him to if he completely sucked. Those guys tended to like a challenge, even when they knew they’d be walking away with their pockets full. It was no fun to take candy from babies. But money from a rich young man who didn’t know when to stop? It was entirely possible that Rory would wipe the floor with him, but there was a lot of luck involved in poker, and Wes got lucky sometimes. Plus, it would only be for chips. Or maybe chores or blowjobs or something else he didn’t mind giving. “I said you’re going to lose,” Wes murmured, smirking. He lifted his chin a little. “What makes you say that, though? That I’ve got a good poker face?” It was likely that he already knew, but he was curious to hear how Rory would put it.
Rory’s expression softened a little and he paused before answering, considering exactly what he wanted to say. “I’m usually good at reading people, but you’re… difficult. Which was probably good in your line of work. I don’t know who was more surprised when you shot Genovese, him or me,” he laughed softly, remembering that moment, the shock and terror of it all. It hadn’t been funny in the moment, but looking back he knew how surprised he must have looked, standing there like an idiot before they’d run. That bullet could have been meant for him. “You surprised me. You continue to surprise me.” At times it drove him insane. Wes’s brain clearly worked differently than his. He couldn’t even begin to predict what was going through it. But it also drew him in and made him want to learn more, despite how hard Wes was making it to do so.
It wasn’t the first time Wes had been told he was difficult to read. He’d learned to hide things very early on in life, and for a long time he’d assumed that everyone else also had intense inner lives that barely scratched their visible surface. He’d been taught that showing emotion was weak -- all of them except anger, of course -- and realizing that he was different than everybody else made him keep his cards close to the chest. It wasn’t okay to be gay, in his young world, and he had to pretend to be okay to get by. He’d been a guarded child, and now he was a guarded man. There was something in the way Rory said he was surprising that made his stomach feel weird, and Wes sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on for a second. “S’long as they’re good surprises,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on Rory’s handsome face.
The way Wes sucked on his bottom lip made Rory want to do the same and he mirrored the action without even thinking about it. That first drunk kiss had been the biggest surprise of all, but then the following morning it was like nothing had happened. Until it happened again. And again. All under the cover of darkness. Now, the fire cast shadows across the room, a light that wasn’t so easily turned out and Rory felt the urge to take advantage of it. Wes might turn him away, as Rory always feared he would, but it was a gamble he was willing to take. “Good so far,” he murmured, then reached out to grab Wes by the shirt, pulling him closer. His intentions were clear, but he paused right before leaning in, a little smile curling on his lips, then he kissed Wes and his eyes fell shut.
It had only been a few weeks since that first impulsive, drunken encounter, and everything else that had happened since then had gone down after lights out, with no talking. Wes didn’t mean for it to feel like some shameful secret, but that was what it felt like in his heart, so it was scary to try anything else. The firelight was nice though, it made Rory’s skin glow and the warmth from the fireplace was soothing. His mouth fell open when Rory pulled him in, his expression turning dopey and hazy in an instant. He didn’t pull away, his own eyes closing as Rory’s mouth pressed against his. His heart picked up speed immediately, and Wes’s stomach clenched and twisted in a tingly sort of way. He returned the pressure after a second, unable to really help himself anymore.
Rory suspected that Wes was harboring some kind of guilt or shame or embarrassment, but he’d never pushed hard enough to know which or why. Their situation was complicated and stressful enough already that he didn’t feel like he needed to add to it, especially at the risk of driving Wes away. That he kept coming back was all that mattered at the moment, that he still wanted Rory when he wasn’t drunk, or when it wasn’t completely dark. Rory deepened the kiss and moved in closer, his cold hands dipping under Wes’s shirt, seeking out the warmth of his body. A part of him wanted to reach for the covers and trap in the warmth, but he wouldn’t give up the chance to see him once those clothes came off. The little glimpses he’d gotten in passing weren’t near enough and this time he got to touch.
The sudden presence of cold hands under his shirt made Wes twitch, but heat rushed through him a second later. Rory always seemed to know how to make him hungry for more. He supposed that meant they had good chemistry, or they were both desperate, or something. Wes didn’t know. He was just following how he felt with all of this. Wes parted his lips to stroke their tongues together, his arm slipping around Rory and fingers finding their way into his hair. It was so fucking soft, and he loved the way it felt against his skin. He nibbled lightly at Rory’s bottom lip as they kissed, enjoying the sensation of blood rushing into his groin. Wes told himself they were safe here, for now. This was their place, nobody was going to know what went on in this bedroom, he could relax and just take it for what it was and enjoy it.
It didn’t take much for Rory to feel the pulse of arousal between his legs; Wes’s hands in his hair was almost always enough. Whether Wes was gently stroking the shoulder length strands or clutching it tightly, it never failed to turn Rory on. He tugged at Wes’s shirt as they continued to kiss, enjoying the way the scruff of Wes’s beard rubbed up against his face. As odd as he might’ve looked with a heavy beard, it was hard to imagine Wes without it. It was one of the many distinctly male things he enjoyed about being with him, just like the strong arm that wrapped around him. “Off,” he muttered softly when he’d gotten Wes’s shirt as high as it could go. The more skin between them the better, and with Rory’s heart beating as fast as it was he no longer felt the slightest bit cold.
Wes hadn’t allowed himself to think much about how attractive he was or wasn’t to other men. He’d been hit on by plenty of women throughout his life, and it had tended to made him pull back from them even more, not wanting to lead anyone on he couldn’t actually be interested in. Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t slept with a few of them, trying to prove to himself that he wasn’t what he knew he was. It always felt like a mistake afterward. Still, any indication that Rory found him hot was still kind of surprising, in a good way. Wes didn’t hesitate to let him go and pull back enough to tug his shirt up and off. The cooler air made his nipples pull tight, and when he leaned in close to kiss Rory again, he started to tug Rory’s shirt up next. He wanted to touch, too.
Rory would’ve been surprised to learn that Wes was unaware of how attractive he was, as it was something he’d noticed the first time he met the man. It hadn’t seemed appropriate at the time, but that hadn’t stopped him from admiring the view. Now that he could he took advantage of it, raking his fingers down Wes’s chest and pinching a nipple before he stopped to pull off his own shirt. He wasn’t as cut as Wes, his days at the gym probably far fewer, but he was lean and trim and had never been ashamed of his body. With his shirt out of the way, his hands returned to Wes, sliding over his abs and dipping into the waist of his jeans. More, he thought, and pressed his hips against Wes’s as a little moan escaped his lips.
Even if he’d wanted to resist indulging in this sort of thing, it felt completely impossible when Rory leaned into him and moaned like that. And touched him like that, and breathed like that ... pretty much everything about him drew Wes in. His bare torso felt incredible against Wes’s, and he pressed in even closer, arm slipping around Rory again to brace his hand against the other man’s back. The skin under his clothes was so warm and practically begged to be caressed and licked. Wes’s cock was pushing firmly now against the cotton and denim keeping it contained, and he could feel that Rory was hard too, and heat flashed through him. A bit abruptly, Wes pushed at Rory’s shoulder to roll him onto his back, his knee moving between Rory’s thighs to nudge them apart so he could kneel between them. Wes pulled his mouth away from Rory’s to start kissing his way down his neck and chest, hands rubbing at his hips and sides.
Rory gasped softly as Wes rolled him onto his back, his pants feeling even tighter now as his cock strained against his boxers and jeans. He’d always liked guys that took control, not outright dominating, but were willing to give in to their own baser desires. It was the first time he could feel that leaning in Wes and he hoped he saw more of it the more wound up he got. His hands moved in, unfastening Wes’s jeans and working down the zipper. Deft fingertips just barely grazed Wes’s cock before his hands moved up and away, into Wes’s hair as his lips moved down his neck and onto his chest. Every little kiss felt electric, leaving him warm and tingly all over. He watched Wes with heavy lidded eyes, his breathing heavy as his heart pounded in his chest. It had been a long time since he’d wanted anyone this badly and it was both exciting and a little frightening all at once.
The tiny tease of Rory’s fingers grazing his cock sent a tiny shiver through Wes’s core, but it didn’t slow him down. He wanted to get Rory all worked up, desperate and begging for ... for something. Wes didn’t even know quite yet what he wanted to do. The blowjobs they’d traded so far had been incredible, but it felt like they’d wet Wes’s appetite for more. It had been so long since he’d fucked someone, since he’d gotten to listen to them pant and moan while he was buried deep inside them. But God, it felt like so much. What if it was too much and Rory left him? What if he got emotional? It was hard to think about when lust was pulsing through every nerve in his body, all of him feeling taut and trembly and needy. As his mouth got to Rory’s upper belly, Wes undid his jeans and pulled them down his hips, not too gently. He made up for it by bending in to swipe his tongue against the head of Rory’s cock before he moved enough to get his jeans and boxers off.
Rory knew what he wanted, had been thinking about it since that very first time, but he hadn’t yet hit the point where he was willing to ask for it. He’d never been the kind of guy who let a stranger fuck him, even though he’d trade blow jobs with someone he just met at a bar. It just felt more personal to him, like it required a layer of trust that couldn’t be earned over a couple of drinks. Maybe he’d have felt differently about it if he was the one doing the fucking, but he had a hard time imagining the roles reversed with Wes. He seemed like a top through and through, but that didn’t bother Rory. So long as he gave as good as he received, Rory didn’t care who was on top, and so far Wes had been amazing. He’d been worried that the bit of light in the room might slow Wes down, but instead he seemed intent on driving Rory crazy, the kisses down his body making him pant softly as his cock began to ache. When he unfastened his jeans, Rory lifted his hips, the way Wes pulled at them making him shiver. Then Wes’s tongue swiped across and he moaned as his hands tightened in Wes’s hair. That. He wanted more of that right that instant.
Wes stripped them both as quickly and smoothly as he could, though undressing from one’s knees was always a little awkward. He figured Rory would forgive that. Wes got his hands on him again as soon as he could, running his palms up Rory’s thighs as he leaned over on all fours and ran his tongue up the underside of his cock. Rory looked so gorgeous, splayed out in the warm firelight, the moment was almost dreamlike. After giving him a few more long licks, Wes took the head of his cock in his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around it. He did want to fuck him, and soon, but this was good first. Getting him all worked up first would make him more likely to say yes, after all. Wes stroked and squeezed one of his thighs as he started to slowly bob his head. He’d fucked male strangers before, but it had never felt like this. Rory wasn’t a stranger anymore in a lot of ways, but still, the intensity of what he was feeling was distantly surprising. He wanted Rory, bad, and he tried to put that energy into what he was doing.
They might not have known each other long, but their lives had become so intimately tied together that Rory had stopped thinking of Wes as a stranger weeks ago. He might not know everything about him--Wes was hardly an open book--but Rory thought he was slowly learning, little by little. He knew how he took his coffee, his preferred brand of beer and cigarettes, but more importantly, how he liked his cock sucked and how much cuddling he could get away with after sex. Wes seemed to be picking up on the same sort of things, or maybe he was just fantastic at giving head. He was becoming an expert at getting Rory wound up so that he was breathing hard and dropping little curses under his breath. Just watching him was a turn on and Rory decided they needed to always have just a little bit of light just so he could see Wes. The man was a modern day Adonis, his handsome body glowing in the firelight as he pushed Rory higher, his desperation growing by the second.
As much as Wes didn’t want to talk about what they did behind closed doors, he did want to learn what Rory liked so he could make it good. There were just non-verbal ways of doing that. Such as hanging on his every gasp and moan and remembering what flicks of the tongue or twist of the wrist got the most reaction out of his new lover. Sure, there were probably limits they should discuss, kinks that wouldn’t come out unless someone brought them up, but he wasn’t ready yet. For now, he just needed this -- the only good thing they had going for them, the only thing that made Wes really feel human again. He moaned around Rory’s cock, sucking harder for a moment before he pulled his mouth off of it and crawled forward until they were face-to-face again. Wes kissed him, his hips moving a bit to rub the tip of his cock against Rory’s warm skin. “Can I fuck you?” he whispered, lips brushing against Rory’s. That question was necessary, at least.
If Wes hadn’t asked, Rory would have done it for him. He didn’t want to hit the point where he was begging, but he knew if he let things go much longer he was going to get there. Wes’s mouth on his cock felt incredible, but he had reached the point where he wanted more with Wes. He didn’t know what came with it, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. He was desperate to feel him buried deep in his ass and refused to believe that might complicate things further. He didn’t even know how Wes wanted him, on his back or on his knees, but that didn’t matter. There was a tight feeling in his chest, a nervousness that he ignored in favor of nodding his answer before the word came to his lips. “Yes,” he whispered, a shiver rolling through him as Wes’s hips moved against his. He pulled his knees up and rocked his hips so that their cocks brushed against each other, then moaned at the feeling. “Fuck, yes.”
Wes definitely wasn’t thinking beyond the next hour or so, and he was grateful that his brain had slipped into that space where it was mostly silent. Instead of being full of noisy anxiety, it was full of wordless desire, which was much nicer. There were still fluttery nerves in Wes’s stomach, naturally, but his brain wasn’t grinding over possible reasons this might turn into a disaster. He just felt hot and restless all over, and he wanted to hear Rory moan when he slid his cock deep into him. The intensity of Rory’s answer made Wes’s cock throb and he kissed him again, the rubbing of their erections distracting him for a few seconds. Everything always felt so good, the release always felt like it was so much more than physical. Wes finally pulled himself away and sat up to move out from between Rory’s legs. He shuffled closer to the nightstand on his side and pulled a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms out of it. After the second or third blowjob, Wes had bought some supplies just in case they got this far, and well ... here they were. He got close to Rory again and nudged at him to roll over onto his side so Wes could settle in behind and spoon him. He wanted to be close, but he wanted a hand free and not to have to look Rory in the eye.
After that first night in the motel together, Rory had done a little shopping himself, realizing afterwards that he might want to have it on hand. It didn’t surprise him that Wes had done the same--with what little money they had, they’d both wanted to be prepared. When Wes returned to the bed, Rory kissed him once more, then allowed Wes to guide him onto his side. A fresh wave of butterflies hit his stomach as he waited to feel Wes’s hands on him, his fingers or his cock pressing at his ass. Wes was still a new lover, and possibly an inexperienced one. They spoke so little on the subject that Rory had no idea what to expect. It caused a knot to form in his stomach, along with a tension that he knew he had to release if he wanted this to feel good. He breathed deeply and leaned into Wes, his eyes falling closed as he shifted into the space where all he had to do was feel. “Kiss me,” he murmured, offering Wes his neck. It was such a little request, but one that he knew would help calm his nerves.
Wes already loved the sensation of Rory’s body pressed against his, back to chest, all of him right there for Wes’s wandering hand to explore. His hair smelled amazingly good, and Wes didn't hesitate to do as he was asked. He buried his face into the side of Rory’s neck, nuzzling and kissing as he started to caress him. He slid his hand down Rory’s ribs and hip and thigh, bringing it around to brush teasingly against his balls and cock before stroking more firmly up his abs and chest. He kissed and sucked a bit at the skin on his neck, his own cock hot and thick where it pushed against one side of Rory’s ass. Wes was hungry to get it ready and plunge inside, but he knew Rory would need more than that; the last thing Wes wanted to do was hurt him. So he kissed his neck, nibbling here and there, and stroked his dick a bit more, wanting him good and warmed up. After a few moments, Wes pulled back and fumbled a bit to get lube on his fingers, but his mouth was quickly on Rory’s neck again. Wes slipped his hand between them to touch Rory more intimately and get the slickness where it needed to be. “You’re so beautiful,” Wes whispered before he nipped lightly at his earlobe.
Goosebumps spread over Rory’s skin as Wes’s hand caressed him and his own hand flexed on the sheets, twisting them in his fist. It was hard not being able to touch Wes back, but he also knew that what Wes was doing would soon be so overwhelming that he wouldn’t notice. Every little kiss and scrape of teeth made his body hum with desire; the little brush against his cock and balls pulled a soft whimper out of him and he held the sheet tighter. The feeling of Wes’s dick against his ass, hot and thick and ready, was a constant reminder of what was to come, and the longer Wes made him wait the more he wanted it. His hips rocked gently into Wes’s teasing strokes, but it wasn’t until Wes touched him with slicked up fingers that he began to feel desperate for more. He moaned softly and leaned into him, unprepared for the soft whisper in his ear and the little bite that followed. The words pulled at his chest, stroked his desire, and he turned his head to kiss Wes as much as he could. He wanted to say the same, that Wes was so fucking handsome, but his brain couldn’t come up with suitable words while being touched so intimately. Hopefully the kiss said it for him.
He couldn’t get enough of touching Rory, probably because he avoided doing it on a casual day-to-day basis. Something was all blocked up in Wes, and it only got through the walls during times like this when it was night and they were absolutely alone. Then it all came flooding out and he was helpless to stop it. Not that Rory seemed like he wanted it to stop. Those moans went straight to Wes’s cock, and he couldn’t wait to draw even more of them out of the other man, preferably while he was buried deep inside him. Wes shifted his elbow under him a bit more so he could kiss Rory easier, and even if he couldn’t read exactly what was in his mind, he could feel the sentiment. Stroking his tongue past Rory’s lips for a deeper taste, he slipped one finger into Rory’s ass. A little shiver of anticipation ran up his spine at the feel of that tightness as he gently worked it further inside. Goddamn, this was going to feel amazing.
Rory groaned softly against Wes’s lips as he slipped a finger inside his ass, a tremor of anticipation running through him. It had been a good long while since he’d been properly fucked and he knew he was tight, but if Wes was willing to take the time to loosen him up a bit then this would be good for the both of them. Rory didn’t know why it surprised him how attentive a lover Wes had turned out to be, but each time they were together he felt like he got to know him better. He wanted to know him better and not just like this, but damn this was a good start. Rory’s breathing became heavier as Wes stroked him, spreading the lube and opening him up. At some point, his hips began to move, pushing back on Wes’s finger, seeking more. It felt so good and this was just the beginning. Rory could only imagine how much better it would be when it was Wes’s cock thrusting into him.
In spite of all the hangups he had about his sexuality, Wes had been a quick study at what to do. He’d been taught well by a couple of men early on, and the importance of warmup had stuck with him. He wanted the people he fucked to feel good too, that just seemed to be the point of sex to him. And he lived with Rory and Wes wanted to keep doing this, so he didn’t want to fuck it up. It didn’t sound like he was, and the way he moved against Wes’s hand was delectable. Still gentle even while his mouth worked hungrily over Rory’s, he slid his middle finger in along with the first. He went slow, since he knew Rory hadn’t been having this kind of sex regularly -- it would have been pretty impossible to hide, considering the way they’d practically been living on top of each other for weeks. But feeling Rory’s body stretch around him made his cock throb almost painfully. He nipped at the other man’s lips, a soft moan escaping him as he pushed deeper.
Rory stilled for a second when Wes added a second finger, allowing his body to adjust, but it wasn’t long before he was rocking back on them again. Maybe sometime, when he wasn’t feeling quite so desperate to feel Wes’s cock inside him, he’d see if those fingers could bring him to orgasm, but not tonight. “Fuck me,” he whispered, too impatient to wait any longer. He might still be a little bit tight, but he was slicked up and could handle Wes at that point. The nerves that had bubbled up in his stomach returned, but this time they were mixed with an excitement and longing that made Rory’s cock ache and drip on the sheets. He’d maintained a touch of control so far, but now he was about to lose it completely. There was nothing quite like losing himself in the touch of another person and Wes was what he’d been craving for weeks.
Wes was more than happy to oblige. The way Rory moved his hips was tantalizing, and if he felt ready, Wes desperately wanted that tight grip around his cock. He had to pull away a bit to grab the condom and get it torn open -- mentally cursing himself all the while for not doing it sooner ... it wasn’t like his erection was fading anytime soon -- but he tried to make quick work of it. Wes generously slathered his wrapped dick with lube and added some more to Rory’s body too before he rolled in close again. Nuzzling the other man’s neck once more, he got himself positioned and pushed his cock into Rory’s heat. Wes tried not to rush, but the pleasure was already starting to take over, so it was only a few seconds before he was fully buried. He groaned helplessly, his hand moving to grip Rory’s hip. He needed a few breaths to adjust, or this would all be over way too soon.
It only took a few seconds for Wes to put the condom on, but it felt like forever to Rory. He twisted back to try and watch, the anticipation growing stronger by the second, then shifted back to his side as Wes added a little extra lube to him as well. When he felt the head of Wes’s cock pressed against his entrance, Rory groaned, then clenched his teeth as Wes pushed in. Even though he’d been prepped and stretched, he was tight and it took a moment for his body to relax. The feeling of being filled was delicious, and knowing it was Wes only intensified things. He’d been fantasizing about this moment, but had never considered the quiet before things got moving, the way it would feel to have Wes pressed firmly against his back, filling him and wrapped around him. It was incredible, intense and erotic and everything he needed at the moment. Rory briefly wondered if Wes felt it too, but as soon as Wes began to move all thoughts began to fade in favor of feeling.
Behind him, Wes was indeed feeling a lot of things. All the penetrative sex he’d ever had had been rushed and fumbling and meaningless. This felt different already. Maybe it was the build up or the bond they’d grown in the midst of this impossible situation. Maybe he really was feeling more things for Rory than were probably wise. But finally easing inside of him gave Wes a sense of internal heat that had nothing to do with his dick. He pressed his body against Rory’s back, moving his hand to wipe against the sheets in front of them before he locked his arm around Rory’s ribs, hand splayed against his chest. All of him felt so good, everything was close and hot and they could feel one another’s breath and heartbeat and Wes already felt like he was coming out of his skin in the best sort of way. He started to rock his hips, keeping the thrusts short and deep for now, a little less urgent now that their bodies were connected so deliciously. Gradually his motions got longer, still smooth and slow, and Wes gave a low groan near Rory’s ear.
Rory leaned into Wes, his head tipping back against his shoulder as he panted with each thrust. He’d forgotten how good bottoming could be, how easy it was to lose himself in the joining of their bodies. He loved the way it took over everything else, blotting out his thoughts so that everything was Wes--holding him tight, sliding into him from behind, his breath on his neck. It was overwhelming in the best way. As Wes began to fully thrust into him, Rory’s panting turned to whimpers and his grip shifted from the bedsheets to Wes’s hand where it rested on his chest. At the first press of Wes’s dick against his prostate, Rory cried out and his hand tightened on Wes’s as a little shudder rolled through him. His cock twitched happily, but Rory didn’t dare reach for it, wanting that feeling again and again. It felt like his body was radiating pleasure from his fingers to his toes, like he was losing his mind, but he didn’t even care, just as long as Wes kept fucking him. Nothing mattered by the rhythm of their bodies moving together and the pleasure they brought each other.
It was the most divine sort of feeling, letting everything else go like this. Now that they were here and Rory’s body was hot and tight around him, Wes didn’t have to think about anything at all. He just had to feel and to be, and to make sure Rory came hard before he did. Wes curled his fingers to lock them in with Rory’s, the heel of his hand still pressed where he could feel Rory’s heart pounding. The sounds he made sent sweet throbs though Wes’s balls and only encouraged his hips to move faster. He was breathing harder already, everything inside of him taut and shaky as he pushed in deep with every thrust. Rory was just as hot getting fucked as he was when they were doing everything else, and a small part of Wes felt stupid for not doing this sooner. He’d been scared of it, in a way, but now it was nothing but heat and intense feelings and pleasure that made him moan against the side of Rory’s neck. Wes built up his rhythm until he was fucking Rory at a good pace, getting deep with every stroke.
The harder Wes fucked him, the louder Rory got, the whimpers turning to moans that he didn’t even try to hold back. He couldn’t help but be all in with Wes, to give him every bit of himself, feeling in a way like he already had. He hadn’t stopped to think about what that meant for him--now wasn’t the time for thinking. It wasn’t even possible with the way Wes was pounding into him, his dick rubbing against that place that made his whole body sing with pleasure. There was no way he was going to last, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask Wes to stop. He wanted it so badly that he didn’t even realize he was pleading with Wes, begging for more, needing to come. He was so close that his body began to tremble and then suddenly he was coming hard, his body shuddering in orgasm as he clung to Wes. Every thrust of his hips seemed to prolong the feeling and, though he knew it couldn’t last forever, he hoped that he would never stop.
Wes was just as lost to it, everything intense and mindlessly needy. He simultaneously felt like he could fuck Rory all night and that he was on the brink of coming every second. Wes held on as hard as he could -- the condom definitely helped dull things a little -- and kept his hips moving, the instinct to thrust completely undeniable. All the noise Rory was making was delicious, and made Wes glad they’d opted for a house instead of an apartment to rent here. Because this would be happening again. And again and again, if Wes got any say in it. He himself was quieter, his vocalizations mostly limited to quiet groans and curses. Before he knew it, Rory’s body was tightening up even further, like a wind up before it started throbbing while he came hard around Wes’s cock. Wes slowed his pace down so as not to hurt him, a little surprised Rory had managed that without even touching his dick. He tried to make up for it by releasing Rory’s fingers to reach down and wrap his hand around his pulsing cock, giving it just the slightest strokes to wring all the pleasure possible out of him.
He whined softly as Wes’s hand wrapped around his cock, sinking into the most sublime pleasure he could ever recall experiencing. It was rare for him to come without at least a few strokes to his cock, but not completely unheard of, especially in intense situations where he was more excited than normal. Out of everything that had happened, all the noise he’d made and the way he’d begged for more, it was that one little detail that he found slightly embarrassing. Like he was such a slut for Wes’s cock that it was all he needed to make him come. But then he felt too good to really care and was that really a bad thing? He supposed it would only be a problem if Wes expected him to be that easy every time. Or if Wes wasn’t ready for him to, a thought which only occurred to him now as Wes’s thrusts slowed. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly, his heart still racing and his cheeks slightly flushed. For once, Rory was glad Wes couldn’t see his face. “Sorry… I… Don’t stop.”
It had been amazing to feel, and Wes had briefly wished he didn’t have a condom on so he could feel every little detail of it. Rory’s cock felt so hot and twitchy in his hand, he loved that too. Wes just hoped that he wasn’t going to be uncomfortable if he kept going; things could get sensitive after a good orgasm. “Don’t ‘pologize,” he murmured into Rory’s ear. “It was fuckin’ hot.” Wes shifted his hand a bit so he was just holding the base of Rory’s cock and cradling his balls, wanting to keep touching him now that he’d started. He started rocking his hips with more purpose again, though he kept it slow for the moment. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he added softly. It would admittedly be kind of disappointing, but he could finish another way if Rory couldn’t take being fucked anymore. God did it feel good though, the pleasure starting to build in him again as he pushed deep into Rory.
While Rory was definitely sensitive, everything that Wes was doing still felt good. It was just a different sort of pleasure, like the slow burn he often felt when they’d just started making out mixed with a post orgasmic haze. The desperation had faded, but he could happily stay in that space, at least for now. “‘s good,” he muttered softly, hoping to encourage Wes. He hated that Wes was holding back now, even if he might need it. He wanted him to have the same kind of mind blowing orgasm that he’d had or, fuck, what if he didn’t want to do this again? He was thinking again and Rory hated it. Instead, he tried to focus on Wes’s dick sliding into his ass and the way his hand felt cupping his balls. Delicious. If he kept that up, he might even get hard again, though that was probably just wishful thinking.
Even without being hard and fast just yet, every stroke felt damn good to Wes. Rory’s ass was still hot and tight, and he could imagine how good it would feel without latex in between them. He’d never fucked a guy bare before, and damn did he want to. Thinking about doing this skin to skin, about coming inside of someone he was actually close to, made the pleasure running down his spine feel even sharper. Wes’s thrusts started getting longer and more forceful, his eyes closed and his head pressed against Rory’s. “Fuck,” he breathed. Still fondling the man in front of him, Wes thought about getting to do this every night, getting to make Rory moan and shudder like that over and over again. His hand tightened briefly before he moved it to clutch at Rory’s thigh, his body’s instinct taking over and speeding up the motion of his hips as he rushed toward climax. Wes pounded for a handful of seconds before he tumbled over, muffling his cry against Rory’s neck, his cock pulsing hard as it filled the condom.
Rory’s breath hitched as Wes sped up, his toes curling as the pleasure became almost unbearable. He’d never been fucked so soon after coming and hadn’t realized just how sensitive he’d be. It pushed him just to the edge where pleasure and pain began to mix, each thrust of Wes’s cock making his body tingle in response. It was incredible, but when Wes began to pound into him he understood just how close he could get to too much. Rory cried out, but held tight to Wes as little shock waves pulsed throughout his body. His dick even plumped up a bit, loving the feeling even though Rory knew it was unsustainable. If Wes kept going, he might burst. But Rory knew how close he had to be, so he held tight, whining until he felt Wes’s body jerk and slow behind him. Fuck, that was amazing.
A warmth spread throughout Wes’s entire body, from toes to his shaggy hair, it felt like. Even though there was a barrier between them, he still instinctually felt like he’d claimed Rory in some way, more than trading blowjobs could ever accomplish. This was his man now, Wes had saved and marked him ... even if it had taken a while for him to do so. It was a little ridiculous, of course, but that was how he felt with his still-twitching cock buried in Rory’s ass and the waves of pleasure in him subsiding. They left behind warm affection, and Wes slipped his arm up around Rory’s ribs to hug him to his chest again. He pressed some slow kisses against the back of his neck, breathing in the smell of his hair all over again. He didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t try to force anything, just held on while their bodies relaxed and cooled down again.
Even though he hadn’t come again, Rory felt like he was coming down from a high. His breathing was heavy, his body trembling, and he was sure Wes could feel his heart pounding against his hand from where it rested on his chest. He wanted to stay there, just like that, until he fell asleep, though he knew how impractical that would be. Wes was likely to go soft any moment and would need to take care of the condom and he’d made a mess on the bed on his side. While it made for easier cleanup, a part of Rory wished he’d had Wes forgo the condom altogether, but that felt like a huge step, one with more significance than he was ready for after just one fuck. Though there would definitely be more of this in their future. A lot more, if he had his way. Resting his hand over Wes’s, Rory smiled to himself and sighed. “We should do that again sometime,” he teased lightly, tomorrow on his mind.
Parts of Wes had unclenched that went beyond the physical, and everything felt so warm and calm, like a gentle tide of peace rolling over him. Before he knew it, he was starting to doze a bit. He wasn’t often this relaxed, and god it felt good. Rory’s voice brought him fully back, and he opened his eyes and took a deeper breath. “We should do that all the time,” he mumbled with a lazy little smile. Even though he’d been pretty sure Rory had enjoyed himself, hearing he wanted more was reassuring. Wes gave him a light squeeze, then started to really move. He wished they could just sleep like that, bodies connected, but he was going soft and they both needed to clean up and everything. Wes carefully pulled out and rolled away, sitting up to pull the condom free and tie it off. “You want the shower first?”
“Tomorrow for sure,” Rory laughed softly in agreement, then rolled onto his back to look up at Wes as he pulled away. He wanted to shower, but he also wanted to lay there and bask in the afterglow. It was the best he’d felt in weeks, his brain unable to latch onto any real concern, and he wanted to stretch it out. But then he thought about how good it would feel to lay in bed all clean and be able to fall asleep, something he didn’t really want to do now. “I’ll be quick,” he said, twinging a bit as he sat up. Leaning in, he kissed Wes slowly, tasting him before nipping at his bottom lip. “Come join me if you want,” he added, then got up to hurry into the bathroom, giving Wes a cheeky little smile before disappearing inside. It was still chilly in the room, especially with no clothes on, and he was looking forward to standing under the hot water, but couldn’t resist a glance back at Wes as he watched him leave.
Wes did indeed watch him head to the bathroom. The firelight still looked lovely on Rory’s skin, parts of him shinier than others with lube. God, he was beautiful. It made Wes’s chest feel a little tight as the insecurities piped back up in his mind. What did this mean for them? They’d taken their physical relationship to another level now, did that mean the rest of it followed suit? Were they a real couple now? Rory wanted him again now, in the afterglow, but what if he woke up feeling differently? Wes stayed on the bed for a long stretch of minutes, one hand lifting to rub at his eyes as he tried to tell parts of himself to shut up. He needed to go wash, and he didn’t want Rory to think he didn’t want to be in there with him, so he finally forced himself up and shuffled to the bathroom. Wes tossed the condom in the trash and took a quick piss before he stepped into the shower with Rory. In spite of what had just happened, he felt a little self-conscious being naked together in the light, so he avoided looking directly at the other man’s face for the moment.
The difference between the bed and the shower didn’t occur to Rory until he was in there, forced to deal with the bright bathroom light or shower in the dark. He didn’t want to think about how things might change because that meant mental anguish that he’d just rather avoid. Wes had been tight lipped about his feelings since that very first night together and Rory doubted that would change without him forcing the topic. It wasn’t something he wanted to chance-- What if Wes didn’t feel the same way he did? What if he’d rather bail than talk about it? Rory hated all the questions, but his fondness for Wes had grown to the point where he didn’t want to lose him and it had nothing to do with the situation they’d gotten themselves into. Rory worried about it all for the few minutes he was alone in the shower, then attempted to push it away when Wes joined him. He could already see the difference in the man, the way he avoided his eyes, and he mentally sighed. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted a change until he didn’t get one. A knot formed in his stomach, but he soaped up his hands, then rubbed them over Wes’s chest, letting one drop between his legs to stroke his cock. “Stop brooding,” he whispered, then leaned in for a kiss.
Wes couldn’t tell if Rory had been overthinking as well, or just enjoying his shower, which made him feel even more unsure of himself. Was he just being an idiot, worrying about all of this so much? Was he reading too much into things? Maybe this was just a casual convenient fuck to Rory. Maybe that’s what it should be to him too. That’s not what he felt though, and he was pretty sure that’s not what he was feeling from Rory when they kissed, either. Influenced by their circumstances or not, there was something here, humming between them. Wes’s skin tingled happily where Rory touched his chest, and his hands moved up to rest on the other man’s hips. A tiny shiver ran through him as he stroked lower, and he gave a tiny huff at the words. Wes closed his eyes and kissed him back, moving in a bit closer. “That obvious, huh?” he murmured against Rory’s lips. He did brood a lot, he knew, so it was a safe bet fairly often, but still. Wes moved one hand to fondle him back, something fluttering in his chest at all this intimate affection.
If they’d talked a bit more, maybe Wes would have known that Rory didn’t casually let men fuck him. He certainly didn’t shower with them afterwards, or fondle them just because, or try to kiss away the awkwardness. Rory knew Wes had been tracking him prior to the night he’d brought him in, he certainly had some insight into how he acted socially, but he wouldn’t have seen him behind closed doors. Rory thought they were on even ground there, but other times he could tell that they weren’t. It showed most in cases where Rory was comfortable being intimate and Wes held back. But when Rory could coax it out of him, like now, he liked to think that maybe they were on the same page, or at least close. “Yeah,” he said softly. “And I get it, but...try not to.” He wanted to tell him he wasn’t going anywhere, that they were more than just trapped together, but putting that all into words made it feel so much more real. They had something, and it was probably complicated, but Rory didn’t see the need to lay it all out unless they needed to.
It was good advice, even if trying to control his idiot brain had never worked out for Wes. All he could do was keep the block in place between his mind and his tongue. The unfortunate thing was that it blocked good things too. Things that maybe wouldn’t get him hurt even if his anxieties said they would. Wes definitely wasn’t ready to lay it all out, but part of him did want to communicate on some level. He nodded slightly and nuzzled his nose against Rory’s, a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the shower spray. “I like you,” he murmured. “And that’s like ... a first, so. I’ll try.” Wes couldn’t really specify what he would try -- not to brood or to actually give this a chance or something else -- but he felt like he wanted to put effort into something here. Whatever this turned out to be. That was all he wanted to say about it though, so he kissed Rory with a bit more intention so they could stop talking.
Rory’s expression softened, a touch of surprise lighting in his eyes. He hadn’t expected that much from Wes, knew it was likely hard for him, but just hearing that made a knot in Rory’s chest relax a bit. He hadn’t been forthright with his own feelings in large part because he didn’t know if they’d be accepted, but also because he was a little unsure of them as well. But he knew he liked Wes. “I like you too,” he said, but that was all he could get out before Wes kissed him, ceasing all conversation and that was fine with him. He didn’t know what to follow it up with anyways. It wasn’t a first for him, Wes knew that, and he wasn’t exactly sure what Wes was willing to try, but he was on board. As his hands slid up around Wes’s neck, Rory kissed him back, a silent reply that he was in this as well, whatever it was.
That was all that needed to be said, wasn’t it? There was a bit of surprise that bubbled up at Rory’s admission of liking him back, but it wasn’t tied to anything rational. Part of Wes was just convinced that he couldn’t be liked. And maybe a lot of it was circumstantial and complicated, but the validation was still nice. He hadn’t been imagining things. They didn’t need to get into all the details of it, Wes just wanted to let it be what it was and see where it went. Everything else in their lives now was so tense and stressful and dark, hiding out for survival as they were. Being with Rory like this, it was different. And god did he need something light, something that felt good. They both did.