Wes Holloway (runningempty) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-05-12 07:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, rory, rory x wes, wes |
Who: Rory and Wes
When: afternoon, Friday, June 29th
Where: home
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete
Pay phones were almost nonexistent these days, so after he’d made the drive to Bangor, Wes ended up buying a burner phone. He wasn’t terribly comfortable with that either, unsure what kind of tracing technology was really out there, but as long as he used it and destroyed it while he was still out of town, nobody could connect him to Point Pleasant, right? That was what he was going to try to do, anyway. He sat in his car in the big box store’s parking lot, making a few phone calls and then immediately answering when the phone rang back, jotting a few notes on the scrap of paper braced against his thigh.
Once he had all of the information he could get from his contacts and he’d said his goodbyes, Wes got out of the car to drop the phone on the ground and stomp it to death. He left it right where it was in the parking lot and pulled away, eager to get home to tell Rory what he’d found out about this ‘Thomas Wood’ guy. It wasn’t much to go on, but it was something more than they’d started with, and he was eager to tell Rory the good part of the news.
Wes called him from the road to tell him he would be home in an hour or so, which was fine since Rory was still working. They would end up arriving at around the same time, and Wes was glad that his boys had been quick to call him back so Rory wouldn’t have to pace around the house and wait for him for long.
Rory had been antsy all day. He kept looking over his shoulder, expecting to see one of his brothers marching down the hall, gun in hand. It made him attempt to reposition his desk so he could best see all entrances and exits, something he’d attempted initially and found much too difficult considering his location. He had no seniority to trade desks with other people, but suspected that he was acting squirrely enough today that they just might consider it if he calmed down a bit. Nothing came of all his paranoia, but that didn’t mean something wouldn’t happen eventually.
As soon as Rory got home he made himself a drink, downed it, and then made himself another. He forced himself to sip at that one, reminding himself that there was no reason to panic, that Wes had already confirmed he was on his way home. If they were in immediate danger, Wes would have said so. He busied himself around the kitchen, making food they could snack on if they wanted or wait to eat later, since he wasn’t exactly hungry right now. All he wanted was for Wes to get home safe and then hopefully they could come up with a plan.
The drive felt like it took ages instead of just an hour, Wes was so antsy to get home. He kept catching himself speeding enough to get pulled over, and forcing himself to slow down. The last thing he needed was trouble with a highway patrolman or some shit. He felt better about their situation now, knowing what he knew, but he wanted to confer with Rory about it in person. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he was turning down Ludlow. Wes parked and got out with a little groan, pausing to stretch his back before he walked up to the house. He tossed a cursory glance around and then unlocked the door to step inside. “Ror? I’m back.”
Rory had been waiting as patiently as he possibly could, but he still managed to give himself a good buzz in the meantime. He’d finished that second drink and made himself a third, determined not to down it and be drunk by the time Wes walked in. It loosened him up a bit, but the anxiety didn’t cease until Wes stepped through the door. “Thank God,” he muttered, setting his glass down to go wrap his arms around Wes. Just breathing his scent was calming and he held him a moment more before loosening his grip. “I started making food, in case you’re hungry. What’d you find out?”
Wes was more than happy to just stand there and hug Rory for a minute. He appreciated every hug, but the ones after shit like this were always the sweetest. He hadn’t been in any actual danger in Bangor, but with everything feeling so tense for the past couple of days, his nerves were fraying. “I could use a fuckin’ drink, actually,” Wes murmured with a chuckle. He pressed a quick kiss to Rory’s lips and then gave a soft hum. “Make me one of those. Let’s go sit down, I got some interesting news.” Wes hadn’t sussed out yet if it was really good or bad news, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, that was for sure.
“I’m on my third,” Rory admitted with a sheepish smile. “Relax a bit and I’ll make you one.” He gave Wes’s arm a little squeeze, then moved back to the liquor, glad he could have made drinks in his sleep. Growing up in his family didn’t always give him the most useful skill set, but he appreciated that his bartending skills were top notch. Once the drink was made, he returned to Wes, handing it to him as he leaned down for a kiss. It felt like a very domestic gesture, but he couldn’t help himself. “Interesting sounds better than bad. Did you get his name? No way is it Tom.” It was the only thing he was confident about, but he still didn’t have an answer, which irked him.
While Rory made him a drink, Wes got out of his boots and went to the couch. He murmured a soft thank you before their lips met, curling his fingers around the cool glass. Domestic was good, he was getting so spoiled with domestic niceties. Wes had never had this kind of relationship before, even outside of all the craziness they were going through together. He sipped the strong brown liquid and hummed an affirmative as Rory sat down. “It’s definitely not Tom,” Wes confirmed with a little nod. “That name he gave you didn’t pull up anything anywhere. So I had my guy look for anybody in the DeAngelo orbit who might have connections up here ... so get this, I’m pretty sure his name’s Dean Barrett. He’s the Point Pleasant sheriff’s brother. He got into some gambling debt with one of your cousins, tried to work a deal where he would steal some cars for them to pay it back, then took off with the money.”
“Ooo, bad move,” Rory cringed, shaking his head with a small smile of relief. He should be sympathetic to Dean’s predicament, as someone who’d pissed off both his own beloved crime family and another, but it was good to hear Dean wasn’t in good with his family. He could still be a threat, but it might give them leverage as well. “They don’t like to be screwed over, and if the debt was big enough that he was stealing cars to repay it, then he’s just barely better off than I am. We are. Well, I don’t think my family has any beef with you, but you know what I mean.” Their situation was a bit more complicated. “So what’d you think? Was he just feeling me out to see if I was a threat? He still knows I’m here. He could try to use that.” He could care less about Dean’s situation, but if he tried to use it to get in good graces with his family, then they were going to have a problem.
Their situation was complicated, but Wes had no doubts that the DeAngelos would fill him full of holes for running off with Rory and facilitating all of this. But he wasn’t eager to think about all that, he’d done enough spinning his wheels about them. He focused on Barrett instead. “Yeah, he might try to use your location as a bargaining chip for his own bullshit,” Wes agreed. “That’s the bad news. But I don’t think he’ll try to turn you over immediately, he’ll want to work it to his advantage, make a deal. That’s what I would do, anyway.” He felt a little sheepish admitting that, but Rory knew his criminal background and the world they had come from. It was dog eat dog out there. “The good news is, he’s on the run too, so it’s risky for him to reach out to them. And we don’t know how much he knows about your situation. He could be shitting himself thinking you’ll call the cavalry on him just as quick.”
Despite his upbringing, this was so not Rory’s wheelhouse. His brothers were manipulative, his father made a business of it, but he was more a people person, better at charming than scheming. He had his uses, could talk almost anyone into anything, but he was hoping Wes had a better handle on this kind of planning than he did. “So how do we stop him from going to my family?” he asked, since he thought Wes was right, that that was probably what Dean was aiming for. “I’d love to just show up and call him by his name, show him that I know who he really is and watch him squirm a little.” Maybe that was cruel, but Rory had about had a heart attack when Dean had approached him and he wanted to return the favor. The problem was how things would go down after that point. Rory would have to play him, which would be way easier with a plan in place.
That was the million dollar question that had been weighing on Wes’s mind the entire way home. He wasn’t some criminal mastermind either, or he probably wouldn’t be in this predicament. Wes had spent most of his illegal career as a grunt just following orders. He liked to think he was cunning sometimes, but his best ideas seemed to come to him when his back was really against the wall, and he didn’t know if that was truly the case here. He smiled faintly at Rory’s totally understandable desire -- maybe they should scare the guy. “I mean ... our options seem to be: kill him,” Wes said matter of factly, counting off possibilities with his fingers as he went. “Incapacitate him. Talk him out of it somehow. Get ahead of him and turn him in first? Anonymous tip? I dunno about that one ... Try to turn him in to his brother? But we dunno shit about how corrupt this police department is ... maybe the sheriff is in on it too. That part worries me, he’s kinda more protected here than we are, you know?” Wes let out a sigh and rubbed at one eye. “Or we disappear ourselves again. Which I don’t really wanna do.”
“Bringing my family into it seems dangerous,” Rory said. “Them being here, the chances of him cluing them in before they take him out, it just seems like too many things could go wrong. Even if he doesn’t know about our situation, he could ruin things for us.” He settled on the opposite end of the couch, propping his feet up and sliding them under Wes’s thigh. It was just a little thing, but the contact was nice. Grounding. “I don’t know a lot about the cops in this town. They could be dirty, but even if they’re not, I’d expect his brother to protect him. I don’t really want to kill him when he hasn’t threatened us, but I don’t want to leave either.” He took a sip of his drink, well aware that they were going in circles, but sometimes it helped to talk it out. They knew more now than they had before and maybe vocalizing it all would highlight some missed opportunity. “I think we need to get to him first. Show some of our cards, but not all of ‘em. Find a good bluff… If we could turn it around, make it sound like we’re doing him a favor… but that only works if he doesn’t know we’re on the run.” Rory crinkled up his nose in annoyance. “We just need him to keep his mouth shut.”
Wes was grateful for the contact himself, and he let his free hand fall to Rory’s ankle, slipping under his pantleg to absently run his thumb against bare skin while he thought. They were just throwing ideas out at the moment, brainstorming, and it helped get the brain juices flowing. At least he hoped it would, because no brilliant solution had come to him yet. He sipped from his glass again and slouched a bit more on his couch cushion. “A lot depends on whether he still talks to anybody down there or not,” Wes murmured thoughtfully. He let his head fall back so he was staring up at the ceiling. “If he does, he’s gonna know you’re missing. If he doesn’t ... then we might have some leverage. But it’s not exactly a secret back home, there’s a lotta eyes peeled for you.” He nibbled on his bottom lip. “He doesn’t know me, though, or that I’m outta their good graces too. Maybe I can bluff him easier than you could ... try to tell him I could fix his problem?”
Rory chewed on his bottom lip as he considered that option, not liking it one bit. There were very few situations in which he felt like he could protect Wes, instead of the other way around, but this time he could. Dean didn’t know Wes was there. He might not even know he existed. Bringing that to Dean’s attention felt foolish, even if Rory was sure that Wes was more intimidating than he was. Wes could probably scare Dean into keeping quiet, but at what cost? “If he figures out you’re here, he has more leverage. It’s a two for one deal. You’d probably be better at bluffing in this instance, but I’m not willing to risk it,” he said, wiggling his toes under Wes. “How would you fix his problem?” That could be a good sell though, if they could somehow figure it out. He was sure that was what Dean wanted—nobody was going to pay him for his bit of information, but they might be willing to trade for it. That was something he wanted to avoid.
“I mean, obviously I can’t, but if he thinks we’re still in good with the family, could pull in a few favors ...” Wes trailed off and sighed. He was a nobody in the world they’d left, definitely not influential enough to clear someone’s debt, and it wouldn’t take much checking on Dean’s side to find that out. And to find out that he was missing as well. “I wish I knew who he knows. Fuck,” he whispered, raking a frustrated hand through his hair. It was like a puzzle, a tactics game, and Wes had never been great at those. If this guy hadn’t been the brother of the town’s sheriff, it would’ve made things a lot easier -- Wes could just threaten him to keep his mouth shut, or even kill him to keep him quiet ... but the sheriff would definitely investigate the shit out of his own brother’s murder. And threatening him would just tip him off that there were two of them in town. He was struggling to see a way out of this, and it was distressing.
Rory wasn’t sure they could bluff about fixing things for Dean. All it would take was his family catching up with Dean and he’d realized they’d lied, and that would be reason enough to spill where they were. It might not get Dean out of trouble at that point, but it’d be a proper revenge tactic. “His family’s here,” Rory said, shifting his feet so that they were on top of Wes’s thighs instead of beneath them. He stared at the ceiling in thought, thinking about family. What he’d have done for them and what they’d do to him now. What they put up with. “You said he’s the sheriff’s brother. The sheriff got any kids?” He would never, ever harm a child, even to save his own skin. But Dean might not know that. And if they wanted to scare him into keeping his mouth shut, maybe that was a weak spot. It was more underhanded than Rory liked to play, but he was feeling a bit desperate and had no other ideas. They should at least think about it.
Wes absently put one hand on Rory’s ankle again, thumb rubbing slowly against his skin. “I don’t know, but I could find out,” he murmured quietly. He could casually ask around, one of the town’s employees would for sure know the answer. It soured his stomach to think about hurting an innocent kid, but there was part of Wes that thought maybe he could do it. If it came down to saving Rory’s life ... did that make him an awful person? Probably. But Wes already knew that about himself, didn’t he? “What’s to stop him from telling his brother and getting us arrested, though? He’d have to ... not know where the threat was coming from, like you’ve got more backup here than he knows about. Not just me. It wouldn’t take much watching to know we live together. There’s gotta be ... somebody in the shadows who’d take action if anything happened to us, you know? More bluffing.”
“I don’t want to actually do anything. I just want us to have some… leverage,” Rory sighed. “He doesn’t know how powerless I am. We are. Pictures of a niece or nephew might spook him into keeping his mouth shut. But you’re right. It could backfire if he tells his brother.” The last thing they needed was to create a new enemy for themselves in the chief of police. Rory sipped at his drink, feeling the effects of having so many, but continuing on. It was nice to get a little bit drunk after the day he’d had and it made Wes’s hand on his ankle feel like so much more, even when he knew it was nothing. “We should track down one of those witches,” he said with a little laugh. “See if we can curse Dean if he talks. That’d keep him quiet.” It was an unrealistic solution to a very real problem, so his mind continued to search, coming up with mostly blanks.
He actually knew some people who would definitely make good on a threat like that, Wes just didn’t think they were still on good enough terms for him to ask. Not that he really wanted to hurt the sheriff’s kids -- if he even had any. But things were feeling gradually more desperate for them, and time seemed to be short. For all they knew Dean had already made calls back to the City, already knew Rory was a fugitive from his family, already knew what a bad spot they were in ... but maybe he didn’t know any of that. Wes chuckled faintly at the mention of witches, slipping his hand a bit further up Rory’s leg under his pants to give his calf a squeeze. “We’ll find out what kind of other family he’s got here,” he said after another moment’s thought. “I’ll try to dig up some more dirt on him he might not want big brother to know. Guys like that always got shit in their background, maybe we can put him in more of a corner than we’re in. We ain’t gonna solve it tonight, at least, so ...” Wes finished off his drink and immediately wanted another.
“I hate feeling trapped,” Rory sighed, but he knew Wes was right. They weren’t going to solve this tonight, certainly not after drinking as much as he had. He’d started to loosen himself up, but now wished he’d had a slightly clearer head, just in case there was something he was missing. Empty glass in hand, Rory eventually sat up, suddenly noticing just how buzzed he was. He shouldn’t have another, not if he wanted to function tomorrow, but he could offer one to Wes. “Want another? Won’t fix anything, but I feel better,” he chuckled lightly. Maybe it was a bad idea, as one of them should be clear headed if anyone showed up at their door, but he couldn’t work himself into that level of paranoia at that point. He was feeling good, opting to worry more tomorrow, and hoped he could help Wes do that as well.
Wes hated feeling trapped too. Getting trapped between impossible decisions had been what led him to spare Rory’s life and run the fuck away together in the first place, and now here they were again. He had to have faith they would figure something out -- and if worse came to worst, they could run again. Neither of them wanted to do that, but as long as they stayed together, Wes thought they could get through all kinds of shit. “Yeah, please,” he murmured without hesitation, offering his glass out to Rory. Maybe it was stupid to get drunk when they could be raided at any time, but Wes couldn’t give too much of a shit at the moment. He needed to turn his brain off for a while, and alcohol was the quickest way to get there. He also wanted to lose himself in Rory, but that could come after another drink.
“Be right back,” Rory said as he pulled himself to his feet. Unsteady on his feet, he made his way back to the kitchen and made Wes another drink. And then one more for himself, just in case. If he didn’t finish it, maybe Wes would. They never wasted liquor. He set his on the box they used as a coffee table when he returned, then handed Wes his drink before settling next to him, closer this time. He was tempted to crawl into his lap, but he’d just handed him a drink and he should at least let him have a sip. “How long do you think we can put this off?” he asked, head falling back to look at the ceiling, though his eyes were closed. “I know we’re not going to do anything tonight. But we shouldn’t wait too long. I think we’ve got a better chance if we make the first move.”
Wes murmured a thanks as he took the drink from Rory, immediately taking a sip while his partner sat down again. Wes glanced over at his profile, resting his glass only briefly against his knee before he took another swallow. “Not long,” he agreed quietly. “I’ll start doing some recon on his family tomorrow.” It made him feel a little gross to think about having to do that again, but it was going to be necessary. Wes had never liked involving innocent people in whatever mess their loved ones had gotten into, but he’d had to do so many times over the course of his criminal career. Wes was capable, he just didn’t like it. He didn’t want to think about it anymore, so he set his drink down and put one hand on the inside of Rory’s thigh as he turned to press his lips against the side of his neck. God, he smelled good. “I’m gonna take care of you,” Wes murmured, kissing his way up to Rory’s ear.
Rory wasn’t thrilled about looking into Dean’s family, but with their options few and far between, they needed every bit of leverage they could get. It didn’t mean they had to use it; just that they needed it in their back pocket. Once they had that… He supposed he’d have to talk to Dean. It was not a conversation he was looking forward to, unsure if any amount of preparation would really make him feel confident in the outcome going in. It was more stress than he was willing to dwell on at the moment and he easily accepted the distraction Wes provided, spreading his legs a bit further as he hummed his appreciation. “You always take care of me,” he said, a smirk pulling at his lips. “You gonna take care of me tonight?”
Wes meant that promise in so many ways -- he wanted to protect Rory from all external threats, provide for him, watch his back ... and in every way that suggestive lilt to his voice implied. It gave Wes a pleasant tingle in his stomach. How far they had come from the early days, stiffly sharing a bed and trying not to touch each other. Now Wes couldn’t get enough of his hands on Rory. It was the best sort of distraction tonight, too, and he slid his palm further up Rory’s leg, stopping just shy of his crotch for a moment while Wes kissed and nipped at his earlobe. “Any way you want it, it’s yours,” he murmured. As his own cock started to fill out in his jeans, Wes cupped Rory’s bulge and squeezed gently.
“You’re too good to me,” Rory grinned, eyes falling shut at the feel of Wes’s mouth on him. He was already half hard by the time Wes squeezed him and he hardened under his touch, lifting his hips to press into Wes’s hand. He knew this wasn’t exactly what Wes had meant when he’d said he’d take care of him, but this was what he needed at the moment, something to keep him from spinning his wheels at a time when they could do nothing but wait. If he must wait, then he might as well enjoy it. Rory reached out to take Wes’s glass and set it aside before straddling his lap and kissing him hard. “Here,” he muttered between kisses. “Like this.” He wanted to be able to kiss Wes, devour him if he wanted to, get lost in his lips and hands and cock. Clothes would have to come off, of course, but for the moment this felt fantastic.
Even though they had settled in a place and were slowly building lives here in Maine, Wes still felt like his world had been narrowed down to just Rory. Sometimes it was scary, and sometimes it put a pressure in his chest that only eased up when they could connect like this. Here they were, facing down yet another threat to their lives and peace, and all Wes wanted to do was make it all go away. He couldn’t do that in a larger sense yet, but they could at least chase it away for a little while, get lost in each other. They were all they truly had. Wes welcomed Rory onto his lap, kissing him with open hunger as he slipped his hands under Rory’s shirt to touch bare skin. With a low groan caught in his throat, Wes pushed up against Rory’s weight. His cock was at a weird angle in his jeans for the moment, but the pressure still felt good.
It had taken losing everything for Rory to find the one thing in his life he couldn’t live without. Now, when things started to get difficult, that was where he turned. He didn’t want to start over, but he knew he could, so long as he had Wes. They rarely spoke of their feelings, but Rory poured his into his kisses, which tonight quickly turned desperate. He needed Wes like he needed air, like he held a portion of Rory’s sanity and without him he would completely fall apart. He’d always thought himself independent, but when his reality had been turned on its head, that no longer seemed to be the case. And he honestly didn’t care. He’d give Wes anything, so long as he didn’t lose this. He pushed at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, then over his head so he could have access to his chest. He wasn’t trying to rush things, but he wanted the connection of skin on skin contact and he ran his hands over Wes’s chest as he deepened the kiss. A roll of his hips brought a moan to his lips and he knew he’d have to loosen their pants up next, but for the moment this was sublime, a tease that he could draw out until they were both hungry for more.
Wes was a man of few words even on his good days, and showing people he loved them had always felt more genuine than trying to tell them. Granted, almost all of those people in his life had just been family. As fucked up as their whole situation was, this was the only relationship Wes had ever really had, besides some fake girlfriends when he’d been in high school. Those had never lasted, and there’d never been any feelings besides shame on his part. He could sense Rory’s intense feelings in that kiss though, and his own emotions answered with a bittersweet pressure in his chest. He adored Rory and would die for him without a second thought, and he hoped Rory knew it, because Wes sure as fuck wasn’t good at saying it. Nothing seemed to be lacking between them though, so he didn’t embarrass himself by trying. Instead he lifted his arms so Rory could get his shirt off, relishing those hands on him for a moment while they kissed before he moved to strip Rory’s shirt off too. Wes pulled him closer once they were both bare-chested, grunting softly against his mouth as his groin gave a sweet throb. Pants were next, but he just wanted to touch what skin he could reach for a moment and thoroughly taste his man.
There would be no dying for anyone, if Rory had a say in it. Wes might be his ride or die, but he’d be damned if he let it come to that. Their situation was fucked up, but what they’d found in each other was something real. Something worth fighting for. Rory hadn’t used the word love with Wes, sure that it would freak him out, but he knew that’s what it was. What had started as purely carnal had evolved and there was no going back. Not for Rory. Somewhere in the months where he’d been giving Wes his body, he’d also given him his heart. The two were too intertwined to separate now. Touches spoke where words failed. He wrapped his arms around Wes’s neck as they kissed, groaning as he ground his hips down against him. Times like this he wished their clothes could just disappear, though sometimes the work getting there was appealing. His hands fumbled between them, unzipping his pants, then Wes’s, so he could wrap his fingers around their cocks. “Fuck,” he cursed as he gave them both a stroke. That was sublime.
As terrifying as it was, Wes knew he was in love with Rory too. He just barely knew what that really meant, he’d been so repressed for so long in his life. It wasn’t like he’d been surrounded by great examples of healthy relationships, but god, he had yearned for something like this. Someone like Rory. Even if they weren’t throwing out declarations of love all the time, Rory made him feel loved -- cared for, appreciated, needed. And lusted after, which was no small thing to him. Being with Rory had radically transformed Wes’s inner life and how he felt day to day, and he didn’t know where to even start thanking him for that. Wes groaned deep against his mouth as Rory freed his cock, and the hot press of Rory’s erection against his felt absolutely divine. He wildly wished he could get his mouth around them both, but the best he could do was move one hand to join Rory’s to stroke them with him, his hips rocking up for more. “Feels so good,” he breathed.
Rory didn’t need declarations or words of thanks. Everything he did and felt for Wes came naturally, which was almost amusing considering he couldn’t have found a relationship like this if he’d purposefully sought it out. Wes made him feel seen for who he truly was, rather than who he was supposed to be, or a persona he couldn’t live up to. He could be himself, flaws and all. Wes might not love every one of those flaws, but he knew them and accepted them. That came a lot harder than words of love, at least for most people. And there were so many ways to say things without speaking. They’d mastered the art of not communicating with words early on. Now Wes’s groans spoke volumes, his breathy voice sending shivers down Rory’s spine. The addition of Wes’s hand made him ache for more, but he kept it up a moment longer, letting thoughts fade as pleasure took over.
Wes was the last person to judge anyone’s flaws, in his mind. He was full of them himself, and surely had more he wasn’t even aware of. Rory had never made him feel flawed though -- quite the opposite. Rory had looked to him for help and protection, and it had felt like an incredible accomplishment to actually be able to give it to him. Wes had spent enough of his life hurting people, helping felt much better. Helping Rory, anyway. And Wes would hurt more people in order to keep doing that, if he had to. Rory was his whole world now, and maybe that was fucked up but he felt better than he ever had. He let both of their hands stoke that fire in him higher, until his body was starting to get impatient and his legs overheated. He wanted more, in a place where he could spread Rory out and feast on him. Wes sat up straighter, sliding his forearms under Rory’s ass. “Hang on,” he murmured as he moved to stand up with him, intent on carrying him to the bedroom. He didn’t feel too drunk for it, and it was nice to use his strength for something other than work for once.
Being carried was not something Rory ever expected. He was a grown man and, while somewhat slim, he was not necessarily light. But he also enjoyed being manhandled by Wes and the fact that he could carry him in such a way was hot, so if he wanted to move this to the bedroom, Rory wasn’t going to argue. He couldn’t continue to fondle them as they walked, that would be far too awkward, so he just held on and enjoyed the ride, kissing and nipping at Wes’s neck and jaw along the way. The slight sway to Wes’s steps as they moved down the hallway brought a soft laugh to his lips and he marveled at the fact that Wes could do this while drunk. Or a little drunk. Not as drunk as he was, surely. “Don’t drop me,” he grinned against his skin.
Rory was as heavy as a grown man, but Wes had hauled those around before, and he hadn’t consumed as much alcohol as Rory yet, so he still felt pretty solid. His path weaved a bit as he headed for the stairs, but he was steady enough going up them, even though it was kind of a workout. That was fine, he could just flop when they arrived and let Rory do the work again. “I got you,” Wes murmured back with his own grin, patting Rory’s jeaned ass with one hand. He made it to the bedroom without breaking that promise, and while dropping Rory on the bed ended up a bit awkward, it was easy to laugh off. Wes ended up halfway on top of him, grinning as he kissed at Rory’s face and neck. “Get your pants off,” he demanded in a mutter as he started pushing uselessly at the waistband.
Rory clung to Wes, doing his best to do his part, and was mildly impressed when they made it all the way to the bedroom. Had the situation been reversed, he couldn’t have even made it to the stairs, let alone go up them. He laughed softly when they flopped down on the bed, glad to be horizontal once again and enjoying the weight of Wes upon him. And his kisses. He’d never turn down his kisses, no matter how much they distracted him from the task at hand. “Impatient,” he chuckled, lifting his hips so he could push his pants and boxer briefs off in one go. As he kicked them off the bed, he reached for Wes and began to push at his pants, intending to make things equal. The more skin he could reach, the better.
Wes had given him some room to get said pants off, and he greedily drank in the sight of his freshly naked lover. Some days everything he felt for Rory felt bigger than his body could hold, like it was going to burst through his chest at any moment like a movie monster. Today was one of those days, and Wes just wanted to kiss and lick and nuzzle every inch of him. Almost absently, he undid his jeans and squirmed out of them, ending up stretched out on his side as bare as Rory was, his cock straining toward the other man. Wes reached to pull him in closer and crash their mouths together again, very happy to have nothing in between them now, his hands already roaming over Rory’s warm body.
Given all of Wes’s body all at once, Rory never knew where to start. He wanted to kiss him, the intimacy of that act never lessened by the rest of their actions, but he also wanted his mouth on every other part of him. He wanted to nip at his nipples and nuzzle his abs. He wanted to suck on Wes’s cock until his eyes watered and he came down his throat. He wanted to take in every single part of him, something that tended to be impossible as soon as Wes put his hands on him. Because Rory was easily distractible, and feeling Wes’s cock against his was one of the top five erotic feelings ever. He rutted against him as they kissed, the movement a natural request for more and the friction too delicious to quit. He had no real desire to fuck Wes, but was drunk enough for his patience to be thin. “I need you,” he murmured against his lips, as if his body wasn’t already speaking for itself.
He would have related to that feeling of wanting everything at once -- why hadn’t humans evolved to have more hands yet? Mouths everywhere? Hell, they couldn’t even kiss for long and breathe deeply at the same time, what a stupid design for bodies. Though parts of them were fantastic, of course, and Wes rocked against Rory’s body too without thinking about it, the smooth hot slide of their cocks together sending little pleasure-shivers up his spine. Rory’s words gave him a different kind of pleasure, and Wes let out a soft grunt into the kiss. “I’m yours,” he mumbled back, though he knew that wasn’t quite what Rory meant. Pushing with his body, he rolled Rory onto his back and sat up enough to lean to the side and grab the bottle of lube they kept handy. Wes straightened back up again, on his knees between Rory’s legs, and dribbled some of it over both of their cocks, reaching for Rory’s first to stroke him. Wes wanted to get him squirming before he fucked him.
Though it wasn’t what Rory meant, it was still nice to hear, the closest they often came to uttering words of affection. “Yours,” he muttered back in kind, nipping at Wes’s lips as he pulled back to find the lube. Looking up at his man kneeling between his legs left him aching for more and Wes’s fist wrapped around him did just what he’d hoped. Rory groaned and pulled his knees up, feet flat on the bed so he could thrust up into Wes’s hand. The visual alone was erotic as fuck and if they kept it up long enough, Wes could easily get him there just like this. But he wanted more than that tonight. He wanted to feel their bodies joined, for Wes to take him over completely, inside and out. He wasn’t to the point of begging for it, but if Wes drew things out, he’d get there, and he wasn’t the least bit ashamed of it.
God, he looked and felt so fucking hot, part of Wes wanted to just jerk them both off right there and come all over Rory’s stomach. But more of him wanted more than just that immediate physical satisfaction, he wanted to bury himself inside of Rory and get as close to him as possible. Still, his free hand found its way to his own cock for a stroke or two while Wes drank him in. After a moment he let go of himself to move those fingers down to the cleft of Rory’s ass to rub at his opening until he could ease one finger in, then two. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathed, blue eyes hazy but intent as he looked down at what he was doing. Wes was careful not to stroke his cock too well as he worked on coaxing Rory’s body to relax for him, but he still teased him.
They did this often enough now that Rory didn’t need a lot of prep, his body familiar with the slip of Wes’s fingers against his entrance. The more he trusted him, the easier it became to just relax and enjoy, and Rory quickly found himself panting, squirming for more. Had he always been such a cock whore? Rory didn’t think so, but he’d never wanted a man the way he wanted Wes. Everything Wes did seemed to turn him on, from the look in his eyes to the way he stroked his cock. Even the timbre of his voice seemed to set Rory off. He began to rock back on Wes’s fingers, seeking more even if they’d never be enough. “Wes,” Rory whined as desperation began to creep up on him. He knew they shouldn’t rush things, but damn if he wasn’t ready for more.
Hearing Rory say his name like that had to be the sexiest thing in the world, Wes was pretty convinced. Added in with the way he was moving, he was like porn personified, and Wes felt a drop of precum leak out of the tip of his cock. Rory’s body felt ready and eager to fuck, and Wes didn’t have the willpower to tease either of them any longer. He refreshed the lube on his cock, then got into position, propping himself up on one hand as he rubbed the tip of his cock against Rory’s ass with the other. Watching that beautiful face of his, Wes started to push his way inside, a low groan leaving his throat at just how hot that grip was. Once he was fully seated inside of his man, he dipped his head in to kiss Rory hungrily, rocking his hips just a bit to get them both adjusted.
One thing Rory had learned with Wes was that if he pushed, Wes would always give in. He’d never been reduced to full on begging, the teasing always enough to wind him up, but never to the point of cruelty. It left him panting even before Wes caved, then breathless when he finally felt Wes press his cock against his ass. The stretch was exquisite, eliciting a lustful moan as Rory’s eyes feathered shut. Wes’s lips met his and he rocked with him, every movement better than the last. “Fuck, yes,” he murmured against his lips, encouraging every thrust, wanting and needing more. It felt so good to get caught up in the moment, in this wonderful man who’d do anything for him, who he cared for more than anyone else in the entire world. Even though he’d never told him, he felt Wes should know it. His body screamed it every time they joined.
Wes had never really wanted to resist him in the first place, so it was beyond easy to give Rory what he wanted. What they both wanted. He never really understood the people who liked to tease until they exploded, or flat out deny their partner. Didn’t that defeat the whole point? He personally never felt as good as when he was in this position, his cock buried deep in Rory’s welcoming body, pleasure humming through him already, their breath mingling together. It was these moments when saying ‘I love you’ felt so close to the surface, it was hard to hold it back. Wes still did, but he hoped Rory could feel his emotions when they were this close. He gradually built up a rhythm with his hips, moaning helplessly at how fucking good it felt and keeping his lips close to Rory’s. He kept the pace slow and deep for now, wanting to savor this while it lasted.
They’d come so far from that first night in bed together, when Rory had wanted so badly to touch Wes, but worried it was unwelcome. Now he knew that every touch was desired, every kiss reciprocated and more. There was no doubt that Wes wanted him, and for more than just his body, even though that was what felt amazing at the moment. Even in the beginning, it’d felt like more than just fucking. Rory’d had purely physical relationships and this wasn’t that. This was the something more that people talked about, the connection that made sex euphoric. His body moved with Wes’s as he held him close, hips lifting and pushing as the tension built, slowly working them towards a frenzy. He kissed Wes between breaths and whined as he brushed against just the right spot, making him see stars. As much as he anticipated reaching their climax, he relished this part as well, when everything felt fucking amazing and felt like it could last forever.
Rory had been Wes’s first everything, more or less -- the first man he’d slept with, the first one he’d had any feelings for, the first one who seemed to give a shit about him and want him for more than the dirty work he could do. Rory meant an incredible amount to him, more than he could explain with words ... so he tried to do it with his body. It always seemed to mean more anyway, because anybody could say things they didn’t mean. Wes thought it would be hard to fake this if the feelings weren’t real. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to do it if it wasn’t sincere. It was so easy for Wes to get lost in it all, just letting his instinct carry him along as the pleasure coiled tighter in his lower belly. The sounds Rory made drove him crazy in the best way, and Wes started thrusting faster and harder, letting out soft, needy grunts as his breathing picked up. “Y’feel so good,” he whispered close to Rory’s lips.
Rory had been with guys he didn’t care all that much about and it never felt like this—like their hearts were intertwined as deeply as their bodies, pushing and pulling, doing everything they could to become one as they raced towards completion. It was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced and he attributed it all to the connection they had, the words unsaid but still there, beneath the surface. He didn’t know for certain how Wes felt, but he sensed it, guessed at it, and hoped because he couldn’t bear the thought of being alone in his feelings. But he didn’t need to hear it as long as they continued on like this, speaking through their actions, every touch and kiss spelling it out for him. The harder Wes thrust, the more difficult it was for Rory to think, caving in to the need to just hold on and feel. His cries began to match their rhythm, his body trembling with need, on the brink but needing just a touch to push him over the edge. “You too,” he whimpered. “So close. Fuck.”
There was no need to say anything in moments like these, Wes thought he could feel the emotion flowing between them. He wanted to feel it, wanted it all to be real and reciprocated, and maybe there was still some fear in him that it wasn’t -- when they weren’t both drowning in pleasure, at least. That fear had kept him from saying ‘I love you’ out loud to Rory, but when they were together like this, it didn’t just feel good, it was reassuring and calming for him. A comfort, even if it was temporary. Wes knew he should just man up and be honest about his true feelings, but he still wasn’t good at that, and the last thing he wanted to do was push Rory away by accident. All of those anxieties were dim and far away at the moment though, Wes’s whole being focused on what was happening. Rory’s strained words sent liquid fire through his veins, and he groaned as his hips pumped with even more force. Wes pulled one hand up to his mouth to spit into it, then shifted his position enough to get that hand between them and wrap it around Rory’s cock. He started stroking immediately, whispering, “C’mon baby, I wanna feel you come.”
All it took was a couple pumps of Wes’s hand around his cock and Rory came, crying out as he clenched around Wes’s cock, spilling across his stomach. Of all the lovers Rory had ever had, none could compete with Wes. It sometimes felt like he had full control of Rory’s body, able to manipulate it with just a touch. Or even just a command. It was hard for Rory to tell which had gotten him there faster. His body rocked with pleasure as Wes continued to pound into him, clearly close to the edge himself. One never lasted long after the other, not without real effort on their part, and Rory didn’t see the point tonight. As soon as he was able, he pulled Wes in for a kiss, adding to the intimacy of the moment. It always felt like the rest of the world ceased to exist when they were together like this, just the two of them, wrapped up in each other’s bodies while everything else faded into the dark.
It was always such a beautifully erotic feeling on Wes’s end, making Rory come. Even beyond the way his body clenched and throbbed around Wes’s cock, the sounds he made and the blissed-out expression on his face and the pulsing heat in Wes’s hand ... he loved it all. It definitely made it impossible for him to hold back the tidal wave of his own pleasure, and he didn’t even try. Crushing his mouth against Rory’s with a throaty groan, Wes thrust for all he was worth, peaking seconds later. He slammed deep into Rory and shuddered as he let go, the pleasure sending him flying for those few ecstatic moments. Wes drew it out as long as he could, his hips giving several more shaky thrusts until he stilled. He kissed Rory softly, filled with completely satisfied warmth.
That moment of insurmountable pleasure seemed to stretch as Wes raced towards his peak, drawing Rory’s pleasure out until he was completely spent, panting and shaking beneath him. He kissed him anyways, his fingers drawing lazy little circles on Wes’s skin, the most he felt he could manage for the moment. It amazed him how Wes could turn him to jelly, how his body felt heavy and sated, making him unwilling to move. He knew he would, they couldn’t stay like this, but he was happy to for a few seconds more. “You,” Rory muttered quietly, nuzzling into Wes’s neck, placing little kisses there. “What would I do without you?” The question was completely rhetorical, of course. Not only would he be completely miserable, he’d probably also be dead. With Wes, however, he was truly happy, despite everything he’d had to give up to get there.
Rhetorical or not, the question made Wes’s throat feel tight with emotion. He didn’t think anyone in his life had ever truly needed him, and it filled some hole in his soul that he’d never known how to fill before. This thing with Rory was the best thing that had ever happened to him, he just wished it hadn’t been couched in so much violence and stress. Would they be as bonded if they’d just been living regular lives? Probably not, Rory probably wouldn’t have looked twice at a guy like Wes. He hated that they were under threat so often, but he was still grateful that he’d had this opportunity. Wes slipped his arms under Rory’s shoulders to hug him tight and close for a moment, trying to wordlessly convey that he felt the same way -- he’d be lost without him. He hoped Rory knew, because he was aware that he really sucked at saying it right. As much as he wanted to stay there for the rest of the night, his softening cock buried in his man and their bodies pressed tight together, there were things they had to do, so he gave them another snuggled moment, then started to pull back. “Y’wanna shower with me real quick?” Wes murmured.
They didn’t have to do anything, as far as Rory was concerned, but he knew that they should and that he’d regret it if they didn’t. “Yeah,” he sighed in agreement, slowly pushing up on his elbows. The world spun, an indicator of how much he’d had to drink, but he pushed through it, determined to rise to his feet. He didn’t think Wes would mind if he leaned on him a little—being extra handsy, especially in the shower, was never a bad thing. He loved that it was something they could do together, that their physical intimacy wasn’t confined only to sex. He leaned into Wes, pressing a little kiss on his lips as he smiled up at him. “Will you wash my hair for me?” No one else ever had, but he didn’t think Wes would deny him.
Wes wasn’t completely steady on his feet either, but he was solid enough to let Rory lean on him, and happy to do so. He grinned a bit into the kiss, even more warmth blooming in his chest. Wes adored all of their non-sexual intimacy too -- all of the little touches and kisses they shared throughout the day. It was all so comforting and reassuring, and felt sweeter than anything else Wes had ever had. “Only if you wash mine too,” he murmured back, then gave Rory’s lips a few more nibbly kisses. “C’mon.” Wes turned to walk with his boy to their bathroom so they could get clean and feel on each other some more before they went to bed and cuddled close. All they really had was each other, and Wes felt like clinging to his whole world tonight.