Wes Holloway (runningempty) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-07-15 11:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | #february 2018, rory, rory x wes, wes |
Who: Rory and Wes
When: Wednesday, late February, afternoon into night
Where: the high school, then home
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete
Wes had done a lot of things in his life that made him feel like a creep in retrospect, but few were on the level of stalking a teenage girl. He’d been a little wary when Rory had approached him with the offer from his boss Caius D’Onofrio, but the money was really good, so it had been hard to say no. D’Onofrio had made it clear that they weren’t to engage her or harm her in any way, he just wanted to know her schedule and when she might be the most alone. It sounded shady as fuck to Wes, but he’d been trained not to ask too many questions of the people paying him to do shady shit. Rory’s job paid pretty well, but Wes was aware they might have to flee again at any time, and having a nest egg of cash was the wisest idea. It was the first work of this type they’d gotten in a long time, and Wes hoped it meant more would be coming if they proved themselves.
They’d taken the job mostly in shifts depending on their own work schedules, but today they were in the car together. They’d parked in the high school lot, a row and a few spaces down from Jules Cooper’s car, and settled in to wait for her to emerge to see where she went. Wes was slouched low in the driver’s seat, and he glanced at the car clock while he munched from a bag of pretzels. School should be out in about twenty minutes, and he found himself hoping Jules didn’t have any extracurriculars, that she would just leave and go home and stay there.
“What do you think he wants her for?” he asked Rory, glancing over. “They’re rich as fuck right, so ... sex trafficking?” It sounded kind of ridiculous in this idyllic town in Maine of all places, but who the hell knew what went on anymore.
Rory wasn’t sure why Caius had approached him, but he’d been interested from the get go. Not because he wanted to stalk a teenager, which was definitely sketchy, but because this was more in line with the kind of work he was used to. He could work off the books, run the errands that no one else wanted to run, and he’d take it over sitting behind a desk any day. If he proved resourceful, then maybe something more interesting would come along. It surprised him that this sort of thing might be going on in a town like Point Pleasant, but he supposed there was a seedy underbelly even in the most picturesque of places.
“It’s possible,” Rory said. “I kinda looked into it and this place has a history of missing people. Which seems weird. You’d think people would notice in a place this small.” He didn’t really want to be a part of a sex trafficking ring, to be honest, but until he knew more he wasn’t ready to bow out. “Maybe he’s having an affair with her or something. Or… I dunno. She’s got money herself, so maybe that’s a part of it.”
“Yeah maybe,” Wes muttered, his eyes scanning the parking lot for the millionth time. He knew it would be obvious when school was over, with all the kids started pouring out of the building, but the vigilant part of him that wanted to do a good job at this was worried Jules Cooper would somehow sneak away without them noticing. Getting their foot in the door of the seedy underbelly of Point Pleasant appealed to him too -- he was good at being a goon, and he liked it better than salting roads and picking up trash, that was for sure. So whatever Caius wanted with this girl, they’d do what they were paid to do, he supposed. “Can we agree on drawing the line at being the ones to nab her, though?” he asked, looking over at Rory. “If he asks. Unless he’s paying like ... over two hundred grand.”
“We’re not fucking getting into kidnapping. Or human trafficking,” Rory said. “I like operating outside the law, but there’s a line I’m not willing to cross, you know?” Some people didn’t get that. They thought that if you were willing to do one crime, you’d be open to any of them, but Rory didn’t see it that way. There was a code he followed, even if it wasn’t an official one written on paper, an odd sense of morality that he’d been brought up with and had a hard time explaining to anyone on the outside. He was glad to hear that Wes wasn’t interested in that kind of job, but he wasn’t sure he’d take it, no matter what the payout. “Besides, I wouldn’t trust that kind of offer, no matter how good it sounds. We’d be loose ends, not partners, you know?”
Wes was fairly sure that if the price was right, he would’ve kidnapped a grown man. Or assisted at least, because that sort of thing took more than one person. But he drew his own line at women and children, and Jules was both. That was when he was less financially desperate though, and if someone waved a half a million dollars under his nose, Wes wasn’t positive he wouldn’t take it. Maybe just to “botch” the job and run away. But he had Rory with him now, whom he didn’t want to abandon, so Wes doubted any of that would happen. They were just watching her for now. “Yeah that’s true,” he murmured with a nod. Rory had a good point there. “And we’d be pretty easy to get rid of. Especially if people disappear all the time in this town. ... now I’m wonderin’ how many bodies there are in the woods around here.”
“Right? You never know what’s under all that snow,” Rory said. “Nobody knows we’re here, so it’s not like anyone’d be looking for us if we went missing.” Except each other. That was why they had to stick together. When he’d gotten the request from Caius, it had never even occurred to him that he shouldn’t include Wes in the work. It didn’t increase what Caius was paying him, not this time, but it made their job easier and far more thorough. “Was I this boring when you started tailing me?” he asked with a little smile. He wasn’t sure when it started, or what all Wes saw, but he had to have been there for a while before Rory started to notice him. He hadn’t been stupid enough to approach him, knowing what he was there for, but there were some places Rory went that Wes couldn’t help standing out.
Wes’s eyes slid over to Rory again and a little grin crossed his face. “Tailing anyone is usually pretty boring,” he murmured. “But you were definitely more fun to look at than some blonde cheerleader. For me, anyway.” He was sure there were a lot of men who would disagree with that, but Wes wasn’t those men. He always felt sort of awkward around young women who he knew were attractive to guys who were into women ... like something was expected from him that he lacked. Wes had that feeling a lot, honestly. But never with Rory. He was getting even more comfortable with Rory now that they were settled somewhere for a while. Being in a semi-relationship was pretty new to him, but it felt nice. It had never even occurred to him to say no to this job, either -- they did everything as a team now, that was just how it was. “And you could at least go to bars and stuff where I could get a drink.”
“She’s not really my type either,” Rory said with a little snicker. These days his type was solidly Wes, but even when he’d dated girls they weren’t typically anything like Jules. “I’m just glad it’s not football season.” At least if they had to hang around a basketball game, it would be indoors. Either way, they’d have to work to look like someone’s parent, not some creeper, which was probably how they’d look when school got out. Rory wasn’t too worried about it. “A drink on the job would be nice right about now,” he smiled over at Wes. “Or even later. I’m hoping she just goes home and stays there.” An evening in the car with Wes could be entertaining if they found the right spot to hide out and watch her house, especially if alcohol was involved. Following Jules around didn’t exactly allow for them to have a lot of alone time together, but once they got paid Rory figured they’d have plenty of time to celebrate.
From the way D’Onofrio had presented the job to Rory, it seemed like he just wanted to know roughly what her routine was, and Wes was glad they didn’t have to keep eyes on her all the time. This was a small town, they were mostly-unfamiliar faces to people, and neither of them could pass for high school age anymore. Wes didn’t want to get caught thoroughly stalking some rich girl. Wes chuckled and nodded a bit. “I shoulda brought my flask,” he murmured with a half-grin. “How ‘bout ... if she’s home and not goin’ anywhere by nine, we get ourselves a bottle of somethin’ fun and go home to enjoy it?” That was a reasonable time for a teenager to be in for the night, right? Wes was glad that he and Rory had a good long foundation of entertaining themselves in the car together, otherwise this would’ve driven them absolutely crazy, but he also didn’t want to sit outside Jules’s house all night long. They still had to live their lives.
“I could go for that,” Rory grinned. “Can’t see her going out after that. This place doesn’t have much of a night life, even for adults.” He was sure there were parties on the weekends, but if the goal was to figure out Jules’s routine, then that sort of thing didn’t really count. Besides, if Caius was trying to nab her, he wasn’t going to do it at a party filled with teenagers. A part of him really wanted to know what this was all about, but Rory knew better than to stick his nose in it. You didn’t move up in this business by being nosey; you moved up by proving you could get the job done and keep quiet about it. It was the first time that Rory had had to prove himself to someone who wasn't family and he wanted to do it right. If he was going to build his reputation from the ground up, then he hoped to do a better job this time.
Wes snorted his agreement to that with a roll of his eyes. It was actually a pretty boring-ass town, in his opinion. Which was disappointing sometimes, but that was mostly what they needed. Just a sleepy little place that was easily overlooked, somewhere the people who knew them wouldn’t think they would stay. He was about to say at least there was more than one bar, but then he saw a flood of kids on their way from the building to the parking lot. The final bell must have rung. Wes slouched down and kept his eyes peeled for their blonde target. “Here she comes,” he murmured when he spotted her.
The rest of the evening passed in a fairly boring fashion, as predicted -- they followed Jules home without being seen, and waited outside her house until around nine. There was no sign of any more movement, so they called it a night and stopped by the liquor store for a bottle of rum. Wes was so glad to get home and stretch his legs and take his boots off. The car had stayed warm enough, but it was still a cramped car, and his ass and back hurt from sitting in one position for so long. As he shuffled toward the kitchen, he paused in the doorway to reach up and grab the upper doorframe, letting his weight down to stretch his spine with a little groan. Wes was almost eager to get back to shoveling snow for work tomorrow. “Gettin’ too old for this shit,” he muttered good-naturedly once he’d straightened up again.
Compared to when they’d been on the run, Rory found this time in the car to be a walk in the park, but he was still glad to be out of it and back home. He watched as Wes stretched, imagining the way the muscles flexed beneath his clothes. The little groan was a nice touch, nudging Rory’s brain away from thoughts of work and on to happier things. “Sittin’ in the car too hard for you, old man?” he grinned as he shrugged out of his jacket. “Need me to rub you down or somethin’?” He was teasing though there was a certain appeal to it. Rory would jump on almost any opportunity to get Wes out of his clothes though. “It’s easy money so far. We can put up with it a while longer.”
Wes chuckled over the good natured teasing as he went to fetch them a couple of short glasses and ice for their drinks. “After about ten hours, it’s gettin’ to be hard, yeah,” he confirmed, amused. He could do it, of course, and would keep doing it to make sure they got paid, but these days he would almost rather be running after someone than sitting still for so long, especially if he wasn’t even driving. Wes cracked the rum bottle open to pour them both a drink, then brought both glasses back to Rory and offered one out. “That sounded an awful lot like an offer for a backrub,” he added, smirking a bit. Wes cocked an eyebrow at him. “I’ll do yours if you do mine?” Not that they needed much excuse these days to get their hands on each other, but a massage followed by some leisurely blowjobs or something sounded kind of perfect to Wes tonight.
“Deal,” Rory grinned, then clicked his glass against Wes’s and took a sip. He was already imagining Wes’s hands on his body, strong and rough from the kind of work he did. There was no way it wouldn’t turn into sex, but that was part of the appeal. Any back rub that ended in orgasm was just about perfect. It still surprised him how easily they’d fallen into some kind of a relationship without ever talking about it, but it seemed to be working so far. If he had to put a label on them, he’d have said Wes was his partner, a term with multiple meanings that all seemed to fit these days. “You ever go to one of those fancy spas and get a massage?”
They were definitely partners in Wes’s head, but there was something in him that didn’t want to define it further than that. It was the part of him that was sure this was all temporary, that as soon as they could relax, Rory would be gone. And Wes couldn’t blame him, it wasn’t like he had a lot to offer anyone. Until then though, he was enjoying what they had. It was nice to come home and feel wanted by somebody he wanted in return. The question drew a sheepish laugh out of him and he gave Rory a sideways look as he took a sip from his glass. “Not one of the fancy ones, but ... I did go to one of the ones where you can pay for a happy ending,” he admitted. “Long time ago, back when I was trying to make myself like women.” Wes shrugged and took another drink. “I left her a big tip.” Since massages were on the table, he motioned for Rory to follow and started to head upstairs.
“Seriously?” Rory grinned, his eyes widening in surprise. “Was it any good? Maybe that’s a bad question, since you’re not into girls, but damn.” He chuckled a little as he followed Wes to the bedroom, trying to imagine it. Not the girl, but Wes making that kind of move, knowing what he was there for and not really being into it. It was more dedication to keeping himself in the closet than Rory could ever imagine. Even with his own family firmly opposing his sexuality, he’d never tried to be anyone but himself. Being bisexual made it easy sometimes, but only when he fell for girls. It was a battle he was glad to be done with. Once upstairs, he moved closer to Wes, sliding an arm around his waist as he looked up at him. “You know, I can give you a better happy ending than whatever you got. Guaranteed. And free.”
The encounter had mostly been awkward and uncomfortable for him, but he’d been young and pressured to be ‘normal’ and fit into the narrow ideas of masculinity he’d been fed his whole life. Wes had been sure if he could just lay still and close his eyes and imagine some twink jerking him off, he could eventually train himself to get aroused enough with women to keep flying under the gaydar, so to speak. It had been a dumb idea and it obviously hadn’t worked. He’d managed to come that afternoon in that too-humid room with a petite Asian girl’s hand on him, but it had taken a lot of mental work and just made him feel shitty afterward. Not something he was eager to re-live, especially now that he had Rory. Neither of them had to hide anything anymore ... at least not from each other. “Oh I absolutely believe that, it was not good” he murmured, smirking softly and slipping his arms around Rory. Wes slipped his free hand up the back of Rory’s shirt, eager to get to bare skin. “But you are, so ... even if you were charging, I’d pay it.” He tilted his head and leaned in to nuzzle and kiss at the side of his neck a bit.
“Pretty sure it’ll be an even trade,” Rory murmured, his eyes shutting as Wes kissed his neck. Wes’s mouth anywhere on his body was a turn on, but there were certain places that made his body tingle with excitement and his neck was near the top of the list. He tugged at Wes’s shirt, wanting to get to bare skin himself, but the little bit of skin he exposed just wasn’t enough. “You should take this off,” he muttered, pulling at Wes’s shirt tail. “Have another drink, lay down, and let me spoil you a bit.” It wasn’t really work when he wanted to do it. He was eager to get his hands on Wes, to rub them over his skin and maybe follow behind them with his mouth. It would be fun to see if he could get Wes to squirm a little before letting him return the favor.
How could he turn that down? Wes tended to like doing the spoiling, but sometimes it was really nice to be greedy and let Rory take care of him. He hummed an agreeable noise, but still nipped at Rory’s neck before he pulled back and took a couple of slow steps toward the bed. Wes tilted his glass up and drained what was left in it, then set it down on the nightstand. He reached back and pulled his shirt off, tossing it toward the hamper. His jeans went next, and it felt good to get even mostly naked. After shooting Rory a cheeky glance, Wes shed his boxer brief too, then climbed onto the bed. All proper massages were received in the buff, right? He stretched out on his front, shifting his hips to settle in and tucking his forearms under his head. This was gonna feel so nice, he already knew.
Rory hummed in approval, loving the little nip on his neck, but stepped back to let Wes undress. He did the same, but left his boxer briefs on, since the goal was Wes’s pleasure, at least for now. Finishing off his drink, he set it aside, then climbed on the bed next to Wes, his eyes raking down his body as his hands settled on Wes’s back. It made him think back to the nights before they’d gotten together, where he’d been able to do nothing more than stare at Wes’s back and fantasize about touching him. Now he could do whatever he wanted. He began to knead his shoulders, working out the knots as best he could as he slowly worked down his back. He was eager to get his hands on his ass, but he wanted to work up to it, get Wes fully relaxed before he took things in that direction.
Feeling Rory climb into bed with him often reminded Wes of those long nights too -- being hyper-aware of his presence and aching practically from head to toe to touch him. Those memories always made him cuddle in closer now that he could. At the moment he was especially glad they’d broken through that barrier, because Rory’s hands on him felt ridiculously good. Wes felt relaxation slowly seeping through him as Rory worked on him. He moaned softly here and there when Rory hit a particularly good spot, just letting his mind drift into a more peaceful state. He would be hard-pressed to admit it, but this was the kind of shit he’d really gotten hooked on. The sex was amazing, yes, but it didn’t bring him the same kind of comfort. He needed this too, he was finding. Intimacy.
Rory had realized a long time ago that he didn’t get the same kind of enjoyment from flings and casual hook-ups. They were great in the moment, but left him feeling cold and alone in the morning. He didn’t need a man by his side, or a woman for that matter, but he enjoyed the companionship outside the bedroom and he appreciated the more intimate moments inside it, moments like this. He loved the little noises he could elicit out of Wes, a confirmation he was doing something right. All he knew about massage was what felt good to him, so he appreciated the feedback as he worked his way down Wes’s back, continuing down past his waist, to his hips and his glutes. He knew there were muscles there that felt good to be massaged, but any chance to squeeze Wes’s ass would always be erotic for him.
Stunted as he was, Wes was still figuring out what he needed and wanted when it came to relationships ... not that he had a lot of options at the moment. All he had was what Rory could give him, and he had no idea when that might change, or if he even wanted it to. Wes was just glad this attraction was reciprocated, because he wasn’t sure how he would be surviving all of this without it. When they were alone together, it was like a sanctuary from everything else in the world, and Wes felt like he needed it. And not just because Rory had wonderful hands, but that was definitely part of it. A tiny smirk crossed Wes’s face when those hands slid down lower on his body, and he shifted his thighs a bit further apart, just in case Rory was going exploring any further. He already knew the terrain by now, of course, but still. Most of Wes’s invitations were nonverbal, Rory knew that too.
One of Rory’s biggest frustrations in his relationship with Wes was the lack of conversation around certain topics. He’d had to learn that certain subjects were off limits and navigate around them accordingly. Sex didn’t normally need a lot of discussion, but if it weren’t for Wes’s nonverbal cues, Rory would just be guessing at what he was comfortable with, and even then it still felt like a gamble. Luckily for both of them, Rory liked to gamble and taking risks when it came to Wes was nothing new. His hands moved to squeeze the cheeks of Wes’s ass, his thumbs skimming along the crack, just barely moving inward until they were rubbing against his hole. It was just a tease with no real pressure behind it, but if Wes liked it, he would happily do more.
There was always a push and pull inside of Wes when it came to sex with Rory -- he loved it, craved it, but part of him was still ashamed of wanting it. It had nothing to do with Rory and everything to do with what had been drilled into his head his whole life. That kind of thing took time to unravel. He would get there. For now he was glad for Rory’s patience and perceptiveness, so he didn’t have to spell everything out and ruin his own mood. Rory’s soft touch sent a wave of goosebumps running up Wes’s back, and he let out a low approving hum, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment. A bit of extra warmth bloomed in his stomach and he felt his cock start to fill where it was caught between his hip and the mattress.
Rory might not have been quite so patient if they weren’t already fooling around, but with that on the table everything else was flexible, at least so far. He was generally pretty laid back when it came to relationships, which often failed for reasons that had nothing to do with sex. He was confident here, especially with Wes moaning softly, and even though he’d promised a massage, he didn’t think Wes would mind if he got a bit sidetracked. Rory moved to straddle Wes’s thighs, one hand massaging his ass, while the thumb on the other continued to press against his asshole until just barely inside. Licking his lips, Rory eased up, his hands moving to the small of Wes’s back before he leaned in and began to place open-mouthed kisses up Wes’s spine. He stopped when he got to the top, when his front was pressed completely against Wes’s back, his own half erection unmistakable against Wes’s ass. “Roll over,” he whispered, then gave Wes’s shoulder a playful little bite before grabbing the lube off the make-shift nightstand.
There had been enough of a massage to satisfy Wes, and now of course his mind was on sex. That was the direction he’d wanted to go in anyway, and Rory was always good at getting them there. The thumb in his ass made his breath catch a little, but not in a bad way. It felt pretty damn good, actually. Even though they’d been fucking for quite a while now, they hadn’t experimented much with penetrating him, and while the occasional wayward finger felt good to Wes, he was glad for the slow pace too. Fingers and cocks were very different. He did love how Rory’s body felt pressed against his from behind, and Wes made another soft sound, his hand lifting to reach back and stroke Rory’s hair for a second. Heart beating hard with anticipation, he moved when Rory gave him room to, rolling over onto his back and settling. “Happy ending time?” he murmured with a little smirk. He reached out to run his hands over Rory’s thighs and inward to lightly caress the bulge growing in his boxer briefs.
While Rory was positive he’d enjoy fucking Wes at some point, it wasn’t something he felt the need to rush. There was no need to pressure Wes into something that Rory was fine living without, especially when everything else they did together was so damn good. He could switch, but he’d never felt like he was missing out when his partner was filling his needs. Since they’d gotten together, Wes had filled them almost nightly. “That’s what I was thinking,” Rory grinned down at him, moaning softly as Wes fondled him. He massaged Wes’s chest for a moment, then replaced his hands with his mouth, kissing his way down Wes’s body. It hadn’t been that long a massage, but he didn’t think Wes would mind, not if he got to come at the end of it.
Wes was far beyond complaining. A rush of pleasure-hormones would probably ease the tension in his back better than anything else anyway. After he got even more tense, of course, but that was okay by him. He hummed an appreciative sound at the feel of Rory’s mouth on his skin, fingers moving to drift through his hair as he made his way down. Wes’s cock was flushed and thick where it rested against his hip, twitching a tiny bit in anticipation. If he was being completely honest, Rory made him happy even when the day didn’t end in an orgasm -- which was rare for them now, granted, but sex was about the only way Wes felt confident expressing himself. His feelings for the guy were growing out of control and because he sucked at talking about it, he always hoped Rory could feel it when they were being intimate. He stroked Rory’s hair and skin, watching his progress with an expression that was growing more dazed by the second.
Rory couldn’t read Wes’s mind, but he hoped it wasn’t just about the sex. If it was, he was signing up to get himself hurt eventually because it was more than that for him. He didn’t know when it happened, but feelings had crept in, whether he liked it or not. There were times he wanted to talk about it, but he also didn’t want to scare Wes off, something that still seemed like a very real possibility. Nothing was permanent and they needed to make the best of the time they had. Rory wouldn’t have kissed just anyone like he kissed Wes. He wouldn’t have taken so much pleasure in working his way down his body if he didn’t care for him. He tried not to read too much into the way Wes touched him, but damn if he didn’t love it when he played with his hair. When he reached Wes’s cock, he took it in his hand, giving it a couple lazy strokes before taking over with his mouth. He started shallow, teasing the tip with his tongue, but it wasn’t long before he was taking Wes as deep as he could manage, slowly sucking him down, then sliding back up again.
Someday, probably, Wes knew he would have to talk about it. Rory would lose his patience, or something would come up to corner Wes into confessing, or he might just blurt it out drunk at some point, who knew. He’d just gotten comfortable in their arrangement -- they acted like a couple a lot of the time, they spent every night together, they weren’t seeing other people, but there weren’t any awkward discussions to stumble through, nothing to make Wes really untangle all his hangups. It was easier this way, and everything else about their lives was so fucking hard, Wes didn’t want it tainted somehow. Wes was deeply attached to Rory, and it was helping him survive. Nights like this made their situation bearable, and he didn’t want to ruin it. The sex was just icing on the cake. Extremely delicious icing at the moment, and Wes sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he watched Rory get started on his cock. Wes’s fingers slowed in his hair but stayed there to keep it out of his way, wanting a full view of Rory’s beautiful lips sliding down his shaft. The breaths got heavier in Wes’s chest as a sharper sort of warmth spread quickly through him.
Rory always enjoyed going down on Wes, but usually it was just foreplay, a precursor to the main event. This time he wanted to see it through to the end, knowing full well that Wes would return the favor. Nothing topped having Wes inside him, but usually he was so wound up that he couldn’t appreciate how delicious Wes was when aroused. From this angle, he could see each rise and fall of his chest, the way he shuddered and moaned, and when his eyes fell shut to just enjoy and feel. Rory took his time, sucking the full length of Wes’s cock with slowly increasing speed. He didn’t want to rush it, though he was eager to taste him. After a few minutes, he remembered the lube in his free hand and he popped the cap, pouring a bit on his fingers before setting it aside. His eyes rose to watch Wes as he slid his fingers back behind Wes’s balls and pressed one against his entrance, just testing the waters. It was the kind of stimulation he enjoyed himself, but that didn’t necessarily mean Wes would feel the same.
Wes had quickly discovered that there was nothing like getting a blowjob from someone when there was real enthusiasm on both sides -- Rory wanted to be sucking his cock, and Wes wanted him to be there. It was different from any head he’d ever gotten from a woman. Not that they hadn’t tried, but it just hadn’t been what he wanted. He wanted this. It was easy for Wes to get completely lost in it, the pleasure making every part of him sweetly tense and trembly. When he felt Rory’s exploring finger, his head lifted again to look down at him, his stomach giving an excited sort of twist. It wasn’t the very first time he’d let Rory slip a finger in, but it didn’t happen often and things always felt really intense when it did. That was the sort of intensity he wanted tonight, so Wes gave him a little nod, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip as he stroked his fingers through Rory’s hair again.
Rory smiled back at Wes as he nodded, then turned his attention back to his cock, finding a rhythm that was almost leisurely as his finger slowly worked its way inside Wes’s ass. He didn’t want to overstimulate him; he just wanted one to distract from the other, at least until Wes was comfortable. The man was so incredibly tight that Rory couldn’t imagine actually fucking him, though he knew it could work if Wes really wanted it. That wasn’t the goal, especially not tonight. Rory just wanted to watch Wes lose himself for a little bit. Once he was sure Wes was comfortable, he began to up the pace, finally working him towards orgasm. As his lips slid down Wes’s shaft, he withdrew his finger just slightly, then slid it back in as he pulled back till just the head of Wes’s cock in his mouth. His own arousal ached, but he ignored it, focused fully on Wes as he attempted to drive him wild.
There was something about having something in his ass that made Wes’s brain feel like it was full of static. It was already hard to think about anything when Rory’s mouth was on his cock, but having that pleasure combined with the penetration just short-circuited him in a way he couldn’t describe. Just a finger felt like a lot, so he wasn’t sure if he could ever let Rory fuck him, but Wes was definitely starting to see the appeal. His head fell back and his eyes closed as Rory built into a rhythm, his breathing getting more erratic and strained, muscles beginning to tighten up with pleasure. Before too long his hips were rocking in time with Rory’s movements, nothing in his head but how fucking good his body felt and wanting more of it, unable to stop his quiet grunts and moans. The extra layer of pleasure from Rory’s finger just made everything feel sharper and sweeter and more intense, and Wes got totally lost in it until he felt himself climbing quickly toward his peak. “M’gonna come,” he gasped out, a couple of seconds late to do anything about it. He groaned and arched his back as he came in Rory’s mouth, his lower body trembling with tight ecstasy.
The way Wes moved beneath him and the sounds that he made were so incredibly hot Rory was glad he’d kept his underwear on. If not, he’d have been tempted to climb up on his lap and ride him, something he was not prepared to do at the moment. He urged Wes on, swallowing around him even as Wes’s cock hit the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he breathed through his nose, inhaling the sweet scent of Wes’s arousal. He could tell Wes was close, but he didn’t know how much until cum sprayed down the back of his throat, the warning not enough for him to pull off, though that had never been his intention. He swallowed reflexively, sucking Wes through his orgasm, until he seemed completely spent. Rory gently slipped his finger out of Wes and wiped his hands on the sheets as he looked up at Wes with a pleased smile. “Like that?” he teased. Clearly the answer was yes.
The answer was definitely yes, but Wes didn’t have the brainpower to say it at the moment. He just groaned faintly, his entire body relaxed and boneless now. He was still feeling a little woozy, so when he did lift his head, it was to squint only one eye open at Rory. “C’mere,” he mumbled, weakly lifting his arms to reach for him. Once Rory was close enough to kiss, Wes did that, not hesitating to delve his tongue into Rory’s mouth. The taste of his cum lingered, mixing with Rory’s own unique flavor, and Wes let out a soft groan against his lips. It was just hot, even after an orgasm he’d felt down to his toes. Wes reached between them to rub his hand gently against the bulge in Rory’s underwear. “Your turn,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “What can I do for you?”
Rory climbed up Wes and kissed him hungrily, thankful that Wes was one of those willing to kiss after coming in his mouth. He craved the intimacy, the shared kiss and the press of Wes's bare skin against his own. Getting Wes off had left him all wound up and even just the press of Wes's hand against his crotch elicited a moan from him. "Whatever you want," he laughed softly, then rolled onto his side, pulling Wes along with him. "Just make me cum and I'll be happy. Shouldn't be too hard." When it came to Wes, he often found himself stupidly easy to please. Just about everything he did felt good. Rory originally thought it might have been from all the pent up emotions, that it would simmer down a little once they settled in, but Wes proved to be just as hot night after night. It was something he was becoming addicted to, but that shouldn't be a problem so long as they were together.
With the few other guys who’d sucked him off before Rory came along, Wes had been squeamish about kissing them, but it seemed completely different now. Now it was just sexy. Maybe that meant he had real feelings for the guy, he didn’t know. Wes was just feeling his way along here, and everything they did together seemed to feel right. There was something so deliciously liberating about it. The fact that it felt good in his brain as well as his body made Wes want even more of it, all the time. Luckily Rory seemed to be on the same page. He rolled onto his side along with Rory, grinning a bit crookedly. “Think I can handle that,” he murmured before kissing him again. Wes’s hand slipped between them to rub Rory’s cock through his boxers for another second or two, then slipped underneath the fabric to wrap around him fully for a few teasing strokes.
Everything about being with Wes felt good, from the way he kissed him back to his hand wrapping around his cock. But it wasn’t just the physical that felt good—the man gave him the sort of warm fuzzies that came with feelings, something he knew could be much more complicated. It was easy to ignore them for now, but he knew instinctively that it contributed to his pleasure. He moaned into the kiss and reached down to push his boxers off, granting Wes full access to his body before wrapping his arms back around him. He never got tired of touching Wes, but this felt like the one place he could do it freely, so he tried to take full advantage of it. His palms moved over his arms and shoulders, then down his back, pulling him close before dropping lower to give his ass a squeeze. It was too tempting not to.
Wes loved to be touched, he just preferred for it to happen where he knew there wasn’t an audience. He’d been conditioned to avoid that sort of vulnerability, which kind of made giving it to Rory even more special, at least in Wes’s fucked up brain. He helped as much as he could with Rory’s boxers, not hesitating to wrap his hand around Rory’s cock as soon as he could reach it again. He made a soft sound into the kiss, just relishing the feel of Rory’s hands on him for a moment. He’d been plenty greedy with his lover’s attention though, so it was time to return the favor, he supposed. Wes broke the kiss off, dipping his head lower to kiss Rory’s neck and shoulder and upper chest, not giving any mind to how his beard scraped against skin. Wes rolled them both to one side, pushing himself up on top of Rory as he put him on his back. He caught Rory’s lips in another greedy kiss before he started to make his way down Rory’s body, kissing and nipping as he went.
Rory groaned as Wes rolled them, enjoying the weight of the other man's body pressing into his. His hips rocked up into Wes's hand, desperate for more, even while Rory wanted to drag it out just a little bit. His hands slid into Wes's hair as his mouth moved down Rory's neck, tugging a little with each scrape of teeth. He'd always liked how men tended to be rougher than women, even when they were gentle. He liked the brush of Wes's scruff on his skin and the calluses on his hands. Most of all he liked his mouth, teasing its way down Rory's body as he watched with half-lidded eyes. When they’d first hooked up, he’d originally thought that Wes might be new to sucking cock. Or, worse, averse to it. He'd been wonderfully mistaken.
While Wes had given head to a few men before he and Rory had ended up in each other’s lives, Rory’s was the first cock he’d sucked more than once, and he’d quickly discovered that multiple attempts created better results. To most people it was obvious to think of sex as a skill you could get better at, but it had been kind of a quiet revelation to Wes. He knew Rory now, knew his preferences and what made him moan, and Wes had found that their tastes were similar. He enjoyed doing everything to Rory that Rory liked having done so far, and it always felt so natural. Wes couldn’t express how grateful he was for that, when everything else in his life -- and all the sex in his past -- took so much exhausting effort. This felt easy though, like being at home. He touched and kissed Rory all the way down, until he was settled between the other man’s legs. Caressing his thighs, Wes kissed all around Rory’s cock to tease before he stroked his tongue up its length and wrapped his lips around the head to give a light suck.
“Fuck,” Rory groaned as Wes teased his way down his body, purposefully avoiding his cock in his descent. By the time he got there, it was thick and dripping against his belly, and Rory cursed again as Wes’s lips wrapped around the head. “Love your fuckin’ mouth,” he muttered, his hands slowly massaging Wes’s shoulders before making their way up into his hair. It was so very easy to get lost in this, to just lay back and let Wes take care of him, but Rory always tried to stay with it enough that he didn’t lose control of himself. He could do that when Wes was fucking him, when he was in control he tried to be considerate. He didn’t want to start fucking up into his mouth and make him gag. Rory did his best to keep his hips still, but the more Wes got into it, the harder it became. It felt so fucking good it made his toes curl, his breathing heavy and dispersed with moans and quiet pleas for more.
It didn’t matter what they were doing together, Wes loved to hear and feel and see Rory react to pleasure. He was always good looking, but something about the pleasure-haze on his face made him ridiculously hot to Wes. And all that heavy breathing and the curses ... fuck, it was good. It made Wes want to get hard again and fuck his brains out, but this was good too. He wanted to pamper his man, put him beside himself with pleasure. He hummed around Rory’s cock as he took him deeper, bobbing his head slowly to start out with but gradually building up speed. Wes moved one hand to fondle and toy with Rory’s balls at the same time, pulling off of his cock every so often to lick and suckle on them before he went back to working on his erection. Knowing that Rory enjoyed being held down to some degree, Wes moved to brace his arms against Rory’s thighs to minimize the squirming and give him something to push against if he wanted.
It was kind of incredible how quickly Wes had picked up on what Rory liked, though that could also be attributed to the amount of sex they’d been having. He was a quick learner regardless and Rory appreciated it because some things were harder to ask for, even for him. He knew it didn’t make him any less of a man, but he still struggled to put it into words—what he liked and why he liked it. Could anyone really explain why certain things turned them on? Rory just knew that when someone else took control, he didn’t have to. The pressure Wes put on his hips allowed him to drop his own restraint and just ride the wave of pleasure that Wes was so generously providing. His hips rocked up and his hands tightened in Wes’s hair, the noises he made growing louder, but he was completely unaware until he felt his orgasm building, hard and fast and unstoppable. “Gonna cum,” he gasped, squirming beneath Wes’s hold as he raced towards release.
Wes had never been so tuned into a partner in his life -- every time he fucked a woman he didn’t want to be doing it so he was elsewhere mentally, and all of the other times he’d been with men, it had been rushed and nervous and not repeated. So Rory was an anomaly in his life, and Wes hadn’t even known that he was a quick study when it came to stuff like this. It all felt so natural though, trying different things out on Rory and taking mental notes during all those hours when they had nothing to do but fuck. Did that make him a generous lover? He didn’t know. He just knew he loved to make Rory squirm and pant and moan, and he tried to do it as often as possible. It felt damn good to press down against the desperate motion of Rory’s hips and feel the tingles in his scalp from the hair pulling and know that Rory was full of the same delicious pleasure that he’d given to Wes. Wes sucked harder at the warning, bobbing his head faster as he moved his hand to grip and stroke Rory’s cock in time with the movement of his mouth, wanting to make his orgasm as mind blowing as possible.
Rory whined as Wes increased the intensity, his control slipping until all he could do was just hold on and enjoy the ride. His hips jerked against Wes and his hands tightened in his hair as he reached climax and cried out wordlessly. Rory had few lovers that he trusted the way he'd come to trust Wes, and even if his brain wasn't sure if it was a good idea, his body always seemed to be completely on board. Every time they were together he felt the bond grow stronger, the familiarity of Wes's hands and mouth on his skin allowing more each time--more pleasure, more pain, more of himself. His orgasm took his breath away, leaving him floating, slowly coming back down to the most delicious man between his legs. Rory licked his lips as he looked down at him, his eyes still hazy as he tugged on his arm. "Come 'ere," he murmured softly, too spent to move much more.
It was so strange that Rory’s orgasms seemed to stir up pleasure in Wes even when he’d just come himself. He felt his cock stir as hot liquid hit the back of his throat and he swallowed it down. It always made him feel good to make Rory feel good, and that was just another novel thing about this whole arrangement. Wes gave a little moan as he sucked and licked Rory clean. He planted a couple more kisses against his inner thighs and hips, then obeyed the tugging and pushed himself up. Wes crawled his way back up to Rory and settled in beside him, head propped up on his hand and a smug little smirk on his face. “Happy ending?” he murmured, his hand resting on Rory’s chest.
Rory’s body was still tingling as he reached for the covers and pulled them up around them. He hadn’t been all that tired when they started, but now that he’d come his limbs felt like lead and sleep would come easy if he just closed his eyes. “Very happy,” he murmured, looking up at Wes and he kissed him again, unable to resist that smug little smile. He didn’t notice the cracks in the ceiling or the wallpaper peeling on the walls. He wasn’t bothered by the mattress on the floor or the boxes they used for nightstands. The room felt cozy in that moment, with Wes pressed up against him and his heart still racing. This wasn’t the sort of place Rory ever thought he could be so content, and the circumstances were still less than ideal, but he was honestly happy. It still felt so fragile, and he knew how easily it could all be taken away from him, but if he could just keep ahold of Wes, then everything else was replaceable.