RORY (betmylife) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-12-04 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, rory, rory x wes, wes |
Who: Rory & Wes
Where: Their house on Ludlow
When: Night, Friday, July 6th
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Rory’s rage continued to burn the entire way home, his mind replaying the conversation with Dean over and over until he found himself idling in his driveway, hands still clenched tight upon the steering wheel. Rain poured down around him, the night as dark as his mood, and though he darted into the house as quick as he could, he was still drenched by the time he stepped inside. And still shaking with fury. He’d have punched Dean if he could have, but that would have made things exponentially worse. He didn’t need a bar fight to deal with on top of blackmail. “Babe?” he called out as he headed towards the kitchen. Another drink was on the agenda because what he’d had at The Porch was not near enough for their current situation.
Wes had been painfully on edge since the moment the door closed behind Rory when he left to go to the Porch. It had gone against every instinct he’d had not to go with him, to force himself to keep his distance and wait. It was a public place, Rory wasn’t helpless, there was no reason yet for violence ... he kept repeating these things to himself like a mantra as he paced the house and fought off the urge to get in his car and speed over to the bar. And the other urge to drink himself stupid, because he needed to stay sharp. But fuck, every car that passed by made his heart jump into his throat.
Luckily, he didn’t have to wait too long, and Wes was on his feet as soon as he heard the door open. “Hey,” he said, walking into the kitchen a second after Rory called for him. “What happened?”
“Fucker’s in debt to my family and thinks blackmailing me might be a way out,” Rory said, hands shaking as he poured himself a sloppy shot of whiskey. He threw it back with a cringe, then began pouring himself another. “He doesn’t understand who he’s dealing with. I gave him something to make him feel like he’s got the upper hand, but he’s more likely to get all of us killed than actually clear himself.” He had no idea how Dean was planning to use the information he’d given him, but the smartest thing to do would be to keep his mouth shut. The chance of it blowing up in his face was too high, but maybe they’d luck out and Dean will get himself killed just for suggesting it.
Wes stepped up next to him, listening as calmly as he could as he pulled down another shot glass to set down next to Rory’s so he could have one too. He felt a bit shaky himself, mostly with relief that Rory was home unscathed. No matter what came next, keeping him safe was at the top of Wes’s priorities. “What did you give him?” he asked as he reached for his shot to toss it back. Wes knew that a family like the DeAngelos had all manner of nasty secrets -- he’d carried out more than one of them himself. But he knew Rory wouldn’t give up anything really dangerous to his family unless he absolutely had to.
“My sister-in-law, Emma, had an affair with Rowan Bianchi. Ricky doesn’t know his son isn’t actually his. I’m not supposed to know, but—“ Rory shrugged, then threw back his second shot. “People aren’t as careful around me. Apparently I’m not much of a threat.” He rarely used it to his advantage, but Rory knew things he shouldn’t know. The problem was that most of it just came across as gossip, since he didn’t have any evidence, or could be traced back to him. If his family knew that Dean had crossed his path, then it defeated the purpose of telling him in the first place. “If Dean uses it right, maybe it’ll be good enough to pay off his debt. He’d have to blackmail Emma and Rowan though. If he takes it straight to Ricky, he’ll probably get himself killed. My brother’s got a temper on him that rivals my dad’s. Worst case, they break his kneecaps and he gives me up as the source.”
It was a little jarring to hear a bunch of names from their old life after they’d been living this one for as long as they had. Wes knew all of those people, though he’d been even more invisible to them than Rory, just a DeAngelo goon in the background. He was less privy to personal secrets like that, he knew more about the violent, illegal ones that implicated him as an accessory. His brow furrowed as he poured himself another shot, but he didn’t drink it immediately. “How open do you think they’re talking about you being gone?” Wes asked after a pause. “You think he knows how bad they want you back? ‘Cause if I was him ... you’re the bigger fish, Ror.” He felt like there was a cold stone in the middle of his gut, pulling his insides further and further down as he stared at his lover’s face. Wes couldn’t lose him now, he wouldn’t. “I’ll take care of this, just say the word,” he said softly, the dark implication clear in his tone.
“I don’t think he has a fuckin’ clue,” Rory said, shaking his head. “My family would keep it quiet. They wouldn’t want anyone to know one of their own stole from them and got away. But the Genovese family’s got to have a hit out on me. On both of us. If Dean had done any research at all, he’d know I have no strings left to pull.” He was the string, the leverage that Dean needed to get clear of whatever debt he’d dug himself into. Rory was hoping he didn’t realize it, but he knew it was just a matter of time. “If he starts asking around, if my family even catches a hint that he might know where I am, they’ll come after him. And he’ll give me up whether he wants to or not. Even if it doesn’t clear his debt.” It made him want to strangle Dean now, before he had a chance to fuck up all their lives. “I don’t know if we can touch him. His brother’s the chief of police here. If he had even half a brain cell, he’d have some kind of safety in place to screw us over if something happens to him.”
It was hard to do research in their circles, asking questions tended to draw more attention than most people wanted. This Dean motherfucker had probably just heard a rumor he thought could help him and ran with it, just like he would probably run with the ‘rumor’ that Rory had given him. Unless he just kept that one in his back pocket and tried to make a move on them first. “He don’t sound that smart to me,” Wes muttered unhappily. He wished he could just go scoop the guy up and toss him in the fucking ocean. Rory had a point about his brother though -- any violent moves they made would have to be followed by another disappearing act. Which might be smart anyway, no matter how much neither of them wanted to move again. “Accidents happen all the fuckin’ time.” Wes tossed his shot back and poured them both another.
Rory was quiet for a moment, holding onto his drink as he allowed himself to think. Wes was right. Accidents did happen all the time, and around there they seemed to be even more frequent. The cops didn’t seem to work very hard at finding real answers and that was something they could use, except for Dean’s connection to them. If they staged it, it had to be airtight, and even then they should probably consider leaving town soon after. “You ever done that?” he asked quietly. “It’s not exactly my expertise.” He knew things, but he’d never been a direct part of them. The concern was always that he’d fuck it up, and that never really bothered him, but now that knowledge would have been nice. Too bad he couldn’t call anyone up and ask for help.
Wes didn’t particularly want to answer that, but he owed it to Rory to be honest. He drank his shot and forced himself not to reach for the bottle again. He was already starting to feel that loose-hot sensation in his limbs, he didn’t want to render himself useless. They had to be extra on guard now, they couldn’t rule out an ambush from this Dean guy. “I’ve caused a few accidents, yeah,” Wes answered finally, his own voice quiet. He didn’t quite meet Rory’s eyes. “And made a couple look like suicide. You’d have to stay the fuck away from it anyway, people saw you talking to him. You’d need a good alibi.” And they would probably have to run again, which they could do without the murder, he supposed ... fuck, why did this have to happen? Wes kind of wanted to kill the motherfucker just for disturbing their peace here.
Rory hated asking, but he needed to know if this was something Wes was actually capable of, because if it was up to him, they were probably screwed. His inability to get his hands dirty was something his family had shunned him for, but that had never bothered him like it did now. Before, it was a blow to his pride; now it was a matter of survival. “I don’t want to ask this of you,” he muttered, his hand coming to rest on top of Wes’s. “You shouldn’t have to do this.” They should just leave. Start packing their things, get through their next paycheck, and disappear. It was infuriating because they’d started to build a life there, but they could do it again, couldn’t they? “I need… a week? I get paid on the fifteenth. We can leave after that.”
“That’s bullshit, we shouldn’t have to do that either,” Wes snapped, feeling some of that fury himself. He snatched his hand out from under Rory’s and walked stiffly away back toward the living room. It wasn’t Rory’s fault, of course, but it was hard to know what to do with all of the stress and fear and premature regret. Wes didn’t want to kill anyone either, he’d reached a point in his life where he didn’t want to ever have to do that again, and yet here it was, a real possibility. He felt like he’d been bullshitting himself for months. Even if they ran again, where would they go? Someone would find them, just like they’d been found this time. Maybe if they got on a plane and flew across the fucking country ... Wes paced the living room, his hands coming up to rake through his hair. “Fuck, fucking asshole,” he hissed to himself.
Rory was right there with him and a big part of him wanted to tell Wes to leave now and go put a bullet in Dean’s brain before he could do any more damage. But a bar full of people had seen him with Dean tonight and anyone could tell there was tension between them. It would take little to no effort for the sheriff to connect those dots, so they had to plan more carefully. They had to plan and that took time they might not have. It was frustrating and infuriating and Rory wanted nothing more than to strangle the man who’d cornered them. Throwing back his drink, Rory followed Wes into the living room, not surprised that the room was starting to spin. It made it harder to think, but it was probably the only way he was going to sleep tonight. “We shouldn’t have to,” Rory agreed. “Even if we do, I want him to pay. Maybe not with his life, but… feels like we should fuck up his life if he’s going to fuck up ours.”
Even if he couldn’t straight up murder him, maybe Wes could scare him into shutting the fuck up and leaving them alone. The niece flashed through his head again, and while threatening a young girl made his stomach churn, if it saved their lives, Wes would do it. His mind started spinning out with other, worse ideas -- if they kidnapped her, they would definitely have leverage -- that he immediately second-guessed. The most obvious answer was just to move, pack their shit and go somewhere else, somewhere further away from that New York reach ... but god, he didn’t want to. “What was he driving, did you see his car?” Wes asked, looking up at Rory. He kept pacing though, his body needing the movement so he didn’t completely lose his shit and explode.
“Oh yeah,” Rory said. “Nice car. BMW. Black. Sporty. I got the plates.” He’d hung out in the parking lot after he left The Porch to collect the information and had seriously considered following Dean home. It was a bad idea though—if Dean saw him and Rory didn’t immediately take him out, it would probably escalate things even faster. That was the last thing they needed. “I’d suggest cutting his brakes, but I know shit about cars. With my luck, he’d just roll into a ditch and it’d be obvious we tried something.” Whatever they did, it needed to be clean. No fingerprints, not obviously cut wires. A perfect accident. “What are you thinking?”
Black BMW, there couldn’t be too many of those in this town, right? And Rory had the plate number anyway, which was smart of him to get. Wes’s molars ground together as he thought hard. There were quite a few things you could do to a car to fuck it up and send a message, but there were too many variables for that to be a guaranteed way to kill someone. Unless you planted a bomb, but explosives weren’t exactly Wes’s expertise. “I think it’s my turn to talk to him,” he said. He might not know exactly how to blow up a car, but he knew how to break into one, how to wait, and how to intimidate someone. Everybody got scared with a gun to their head, and if Dean thought it wasn’t just his life on the line, but his family’s too ... “Let him know there’s gonna be fucking consequences for fucking with us.”
In his old life, Rory would have been A-okay with this plan, but that was with someone else doing the talking, not Wes. Now he worried what might happen if things went sideways—Wes could get hurt, Dean could get killed, they could have a body on their hands and the cops on their tail. That was the one saving grace to the mess with his family: the cops had never been involved. Not officially, anyways. Once they were out of New York, the number of pigs on the payroll declined steeply and Rory knew it didn’t extend all the way up to Maine. They were off the local cop’s radar and Rory hoped to keep it that way. He also hoped to keep Wes from getting more blood on his hands, but roughing up Dean a little might be just what they needed. “I don’t like it,” he told him. “But it might make him think twice. Pretty sure he thinks I’m alone here.”
“Well he’s gonna find out different,” Wes muttered sourly. He had a ski mask and gloves, things to hide his identity, though they weren’t exactly concealing the fact that they lived together, so if Dean asked around, it wouldn’t take much for him to find out Rory wasn’t alone. He didn’t know the name they were operating under though -- Rory’s alias anyway, the chucklefuck likely didn’t know Wes existed at all. That was a good thing. Maybe he could get the jump on him, show him Rory wasn’t unprotected here, and that worse things would happen to him if he didn’t keep his mouth shut and find another way out of the hole he’d put himself in. That was the part that rubbed Wes the most, none of this was even remotely their fault. Wes paced in close to Rory again and grabbed his hand to pull him in for a tight embrace. “M’gonna protect you. And if it doesn’t seem like it worked ... then we run,” he murmured.
“Then we run,” Rory repeated, looking up into Wes’s eyes and gripping him back just as tightly. Why was this so hot? It shouldn’t be. They were discussing threatening a man, possibly beating him up, and then tearing their life apart again. He was pissed and frustrated and wished there was a way he could get a hit in himself. He wanted to set Dean’s life on fire before running, just like he’d done to theirs. But looking up at Wes, there was an intensity there that Rory loved. There was a determination to keep him safe that he’d never had with anyone else and it made Rory wish he could offer the same in return. He needed Wes’s help though. Wes might be able to scare some sense into Dean, unlike Rory. At the very least, it could buy them some time. Whatever happened, he was sure they could make it if they were alive and together.
Rory gave him so much, Wes doing what he did best and being his personal goon was the least he could do. It wasn’t truly transactional, of course -- Rory was the only thing that mattered to him anymore, and Wes would die to protect him. He’d never been in love before, and their incredibly stressful circumstances made everything feel ten times more intense. Wes knew very well that he could lose Rory at any time and vice versa. It made him desperate to cling to every moment and defend it with everything he had. And yes, there was a certain sexiness to it all on his end too, especially staring deep into Rory’s eyes. There was nothing more to say, so Wes kissed him instead, hard and full of barely restrained emotion.
Rory had never had anyone in his life who needed him before Wes. Family had put up with him, had given him small responsibilities that they thought he could handle, but that wasn’t the same as needing him. So it was kind of crazy for him to think Wes might need him like that, that he would do anything for him. Yet, he had no trouble feeling the same way about Wes. In a matter of months, he’d become his world. It wasn’t an unexpected turn of events, but Rory wouldn’t change it for the world. He kissed Wes as if that night might be their last, unable to chase away the undercurrent of fear and anger at the situation, but needing him more than anything else. He’d fall apart otherwise.
The weight of the desperate stress they’d been carrying since they’d fled New York was heavy and seemed like it got heavier all the time, but it seemed worth it, because of Rory. Without him, Wes was sure he would’ve given himself up by now. Not that they would have been pursuing him like this, but still, any of it was only bearable because they were together. Sometimes it was even good, and that was all because of Rory. Kissing him now felt more complicated than just ‘good,’ but it was soothing all the same, and it helped shift Wes’s restless energy away from violence and toward something softer and hotter. Wes’s hands clenched in Rory’s clothes and he tugged on him a bit as he started to back up toward the stairs. “Come with me,” he murmured.
Wes really didn’t need to ask, as Rory was already thinking in that direction, but the clarification meant that he didn’t end up sprawled out on the living room floor. He kept kissing Wes as they moved to the stairs and only stopped so they could climb them. The moment they were separated he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the stairs, then went right back to kissing him again as soon as they were on level ground. The intensity that they’d started with was still there, but the dwindling fury gave way to roaring passion that could grow unchecked. There was little that Rory was confident in, but he knew Wes wanted him and would take care of him, no matter what happened. This was the easy part and for now he wanted to drown in it.
Wes had just stripped his own t-shirt off when Rory’s body collided with his again. He locked his arms around the other man and grunted softly as his back hit the wall, his mouth working against Rory’s just as hungrily. There was nothing productive to do with the anger that this whole situation had sparked inside of him, so it was better to channel everything into this. Rory seemed to feel the same, his body tense against Wes’s. He kissed him deeply as he ran his hands over Rory’s shoulders and sides and back, drinking in the texture of his skin everywhere he could reach. When Wes truly had to draw a breath, he pushed Rory back and grabbed for his hand to pull him down the hall to their bedroom.
Rory dove into the passion Wes sparked inside him, letting it consume him, blotting out their future and how it was hanging in the balance of someone else’s choices. This was all there was, him and Wes, together and against the world, but mostly together. His hands slid up Wes’s chest and around his neck, holding him close as they kissed. His hips pressed against Wes’s as his arousal became more prominent, rocking eagerly and begging for attention. Their lips tangled in a kiss until his lungs burned and the moment Wes pulled back he was being pulled towards the bedroom, his spare hand working clumsily at his belt buckle. All the liquor he’d consumed was beginning to hit him and the world spun, making things feel fuzzy and even more intense than normal, but all he cared about was Wes. With their bed within reach, he pulled Wes down on top of him, seizing his lips once more as his hands roamed over his back, then down, pushing at his pants. More skin on skin contact was what he needed, but getting there seemed to be entirely too difficult.
He had a pretty high alcohol tolerance from years of hard drinking, but Wes was starting to feel the shots he’d downed too, the world unsteady under his feet. Which turned out to be fine, because they tumbled into bed in short order, and then all he had to concern himself with was taking off the clothes they still had on. It was a little hard to concentrate on that when he was so into kissing Rory, but he’d been wearing comfortable pants, so they were easy to shove down his hips like Rory was doing for him. Wes groaned against his lips, his own hands groping to find the waistband of Rory’s jeans to do the same ... but he was on his back and his pants were tighter. With a little growl in his throat, Wes rolled onto his back beside Rory and shoved his joggers down and off, then got up onto his knees for better leverage to strip his man. He felt ravenous for the body underneath, and as soon as Rory’s cock was free, it was in Wes’s hand as he leaned over to kiss him again while he gave it a few ungentle strokes.
Rory whined when Wes climbed off of him, but understood that it was near impossible to get undressed with Wes on top of him. He helped tug his clothes free, lifting his hips when needed, then groaned and fumbled when Wes began to stroke him. It wasn’t gentle, but Rory would have been upset if it was. His passion was feeding from his fury—hard, fast, and frenzied. He cursed and thrust into Wes’s hand, losing himself for a moment before his own hands began to search Wes out. Wrapping his hand around Wes’s cock, he stroked him roughly, then decided to take advantage of Wes’s kneeling position. Rory twisted onto his side and took Wes into his mouth, licking and sucking with fervor from the start. He cherished the way Wes tasted, the way he filled his mouth and his mind, blocking out every other thought. There was only them and this and it was all he needed at the moment. Nothing else mattered but the ecstasy they were chasing together.
There were times where they were so soft with each other, making quiet love in the dark in their bedroom, and Wes had slowly discovered a deep well of appreciation for tenderness inside of himself that he hadn’t really known was there. That wasn’t the vibe tonight, obviously, and some part of him was grateful that both felt right, and they were on the same page. Wes had a tight knot of anger in his gut that usually spiraled out into violence. This was a far better outlet, since the person who deserved that violence wasn’t there. Rory’s hands on him felt good in an intense sort of way, and a throaty groan escaped Wes when his mouth took over. “Fuck,” Wes hissed, looking down at his cock disappearing between Rory’s lips. He buried his free fingers in Rory’s hair, the other hand still groping him, his hips rocking already for more of that heat and suction.
If Wes hadn’t been on the same page as him, Rory would have stopped and found another outlet for the energy inside him. He never wanted Wes to feel used, or like he loved him any less, and knew that some people would have been bothered by the lack of tenderness in his actions. But Wes met every stroke and rough touch with the same level of intensity, allowing Rory to pour himself into the moment and give into carnal pleasure, rather than the simmering rage he’d started with. He turned to better suck Wes off, even if it meant putting himself out of Wes’s reach so he could take him deeper into his mouth. He groaned around him as Wes sunk his fingers into his hair, encouraging him with a squeeze of his hip and a roll of his balls. He could take more if Wes wanted it. He didn’t even have to ask.
There was still plenty of Rory to touch, and Wes’s hands roamed restlessly over his shoulders and neck, raking fingers through his hair as his breathing got more labored. All he could think about was how damn good it felt, seeming to feel it in every tense muscle in his body tonight. With Rory’s encouragement, Wes started to thrust with more purpose, groaning deep in his throat as pleasure throbbed sharply in his balls. He cupped the side of Rory’s jaw with one hand to feel how stretched it was, the movement in his cheeks. “Goddamn, I love your mouth,” he breathed, gazing down at him with so much heat in his eyes. “Feels so good, Ror ...” Wes moaned again, fingers flexing in his hair as he pushed his cock deeper for a couple of slow thrusts.
Rory opened his eyes to look up at Wes with lust and adoration, taking him deeper as Wes’s fingers tugged in his hair. He’d always loved sucking cock, but sucking off Wes was a real treat. He could feel him getting more wound up, from the way he touched him to the words that fell from his lips. He wanted to feel him tremble and lose control, something he couldn’t quite appreciate when Wes was fucking him, too lost in himself to do anything more than enjoy the ride. That wasn’t to say he didn’t love that as well—it was just a different experience. Everything he shared with Wes seemed to be amazing in its own way. Rory coaxed him closer to the edge as Wes began to thrust, his eyes closing as his throat relaxed. He knew Wes would never hurt him, but air wasn’t exactly a priority at the moment.
It had been somewhere in Wes’s brain that he wanted more than this, wanted to be as close to and rough with Rory as he could stand, to just rut and fuck all of these bad feelings away. Now that he was there with all that sweet pressure in his groin and Rory’s throat hugging the head of his cock with every thrust, Wes wasn’t sure he could stop to do all of that rearranging and prep. Everything felt burning-hot and so immediate, he felt swept away and powerless to do anything but come in Rory’s mouth. Maybe once this initial energy was spent they could do something else. If he’d had any room to think, he might’ve been embarrassed by how fast he got to his edge, but all Wes could do was chase the feeling, holding Rory’s head while he fucked his mouth and tried not to choke him too badly. His body shuddered when he came, strained grunts and groans emanating from his throat as that wave of mindless pleasure shut everything else off for a blissful moment.
Rory had started things wanting Wes to fuck him, but somewhere between then and now he’d lost his focus. He’d gotten lost in the drive for release, wanting what was quickest and easiest, and stopping to prep for the kind of fuck that he wanted didn’t match his current pace. He was happy to let Wes fuck his face instead, even as his eyes began to water and spit dripped down his chin. He swallowed around Wes and held tight to one hip, riding the wave along with him until he felt Wes’s balls begin to rise and tighten with his other hand. It was the only warning he had before Wes was pouring down his throat and Rory swallowed hungrily, milking his man as he groaned and shuddered. He was going to be sore tomorrow, but he couldn’t care less. He’d wanted every second of it and he knew Wes would repay him in equal measure if he wanted it.
It wasn’t until he was coming down that he realized he’d been a little rough, but it was hard to feel sheepish about it when Rory took it so well. Everything about his body language said he was loving this too. They were well past the point of putting on a show for each other -- and too drunk besides. Wes cursed softly and shivered, Rory’s tongue drawing every drop of pleasure out of him. Once he got too sensitive he pulled free with a breathy little laugh. “Jesus, man,” Wes muttered, half-collapsing down onto one side. He felt boneless and weak and good but not quite satisfied. Wes propped himself up on one elbow and pulled Rory in close to kiss him. “What can I do for you?” he murmured against Rory’s lips. “Anything you want.” It had felt good to get off, of course, but it wasn’t going to feel complete until he did the same for Rory.
Rory crawled up the bed, curling against Wes as he leaned in to kiss him. His exclamation made him laugh softly, but he was too wound up to properly relax in the same manner. “Jerk me off,” he murmured, his hips pressing to rub his needy cock against Wes’s thigh. “Tell me how you’ll fuck me in the morning.” He almost said later, but after the drinks they’d had he didn’t think either of them would be waking in the middle of the night for another round. He regretted not asking Wes to fuck him now, but also didn’t think he’d last long enough to make it worth it. He’d have asked for Wes’s mouth, knowing all the delicious things he could do to him, but then he wouldn’t be able to kiss him and hear all the dirty things he’d do to him later. This seemed like a good compromise.
It was the kind of request that would’ve made him rock hard if he wasn’t just coming down from an orgasm, and Wes gave a hum of approval into Rory’s mouth. Wes loved to play with his body in any way, to elicit squirms and moans from him, and now that his own climax was out of the way, he knew he was going to thoroughly enjoy focusing completely on his man. He broke the kiss and twisted to reach for the bottle of lube they kept on the nightstand. Rory might be worked up and quick on the trigger, but saliva dried out fast and Wes wanted to make it good for him. So he got some oil in his palm and then reached for Rory’s cock, giving him a gentle headbutt to keep their faces close. “I’m gonna wake up spooning you,” he murmured, doing his best to think of sexy ways to phrase things. “With my hard dick pressed up against your ass ... Gonna reach around and wake you up just like this ...” He slid his fist up and down the shaft of Rory’s cock, slow and gentle for the moment, teasing.
Rory groaned as Wes wrapped his slicked up hand around his cock, his hips immediately beginning to rock with the rhythm Wes set. The fantasy was an easy one to picture, as so many mornings started this way, so long as they didn’t have to be at work any time soon. He’d even been late a few times from mornings that had started exactly like that, quick morning fucks or blowjobs that put him in a good mood for the rest of the day. He didn’t want tomorrow morning to be quick—he wanted Wes to take his time with him, have him panting and squirming like he was now. “Yes,” he murmured, breathing labored as he let Wes draw him closer and closer towards orgasm. It wasn’t going to take long, not with the dirty talk and the taste of Wes still on his tongue, but that was okay. “Love waking up like that, grinding back against you. Tempting you to fuck me.”
God, feeling him move like that was sexy, and Wes had a passing disappointment that this wouldn’t last long enough for him to get hard again. He hoped this would make for sweet dreams before he woke up and made this dirty talk a reality. “Mm, you know I can’t resist that cute ass of yours,” he murmured with a brief smile. Wes gradually tightened his grip on Rory’s slick cock as he stroked. He loved mornings like that, when they didn’t have to talk to be on the same page, they could just read each other’s bodies. Everything felt so easy with Rory, it was the outside world that was hard. Wes wished it all would just leave them alone. Until it did, they just had to make the most of the times it was just them, when it felt right and easy. “You make me so fuckin’ hard like that ... I’m gonna get my fat cock wet just like this and spread you open with it ...” he said softly as he worked Rory a bit faster.
A smile flashed across Rory’s face, forever pleased that Wes found his ass cute, but his attention was on the fantasy Wes was weaving for him and the quick strokes of Wes’s hand around his cock. He was close now, close enough that he wouldn’t make it to the end of the fantasy before he came, but that was okay. He’d rather live it out in real life. There was nothing better than falling asleep thinking about how Wes was going to fuck him in the morning and then waking up to it. “Fuck,” he gasped, pressing his face into Wes’s shoulder and biting him gently. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His head fell back and his hips jerked as his balls emptied, pouring out into Wes’s hand. Pleasure rolled through him and his body continued to rock until he was completely spent, pressing breathless kisses into Wes’s skin. “You’ll have to–to show me–in the morning.”
“Yeah baby,” Wes whispered as Rory started to go off, his gaze turned down to watch it happen. Feeling Rory twitch and throb in his hand made him wish he was fucking him so he could feel it from the inside, but he would get to do just that in a scant few hours that would fly right by since they would be sleeping. For now he enjoyed feeling it like this, Rory’s breath hot and harsh against his chest. Wes gave a deep chuckle and nuzzled their heads together as he slowly squeezed the last drops out of his lover. “Damn right I will,” he murmured with a crooked little grin. “And I do it better than I say it, so ... get some good rest.” He kissed Rory's face and slid his hand down to fondle his balls a bit, wanting to make him feel as good as possible after such a shitty night.
Rory groaned softly as he came down from his high, enjoying every little touch that Wes had to offer. With his cock finally spent, his energy began to drain, and the need for sleep became much more imminent. He still wanted his man inside him, his hands on his hips as he thrust deep, making Rory cry out—but it could wait until morning. It would be better then, when he wasn’t quite as drunk or tired from everything the day had thrown at him. Though the anger still simmered in the back of his mind, he was pleased to see that Wes had been able to wash it away from the forefront. Rory reached for the corner of the sheet to wipe himself off, then cuddled close, leaning up to kiss Wes as his eyes fell shut. “I’ll be waiting,” he smiled against his lips.
Wes wiped his hand off on the same sheet corner -- it wouldn’t be the first time he’d fallen asleep with Rory’s cum on his skin and it wouldn’t be the last. He tittered and draped his arms around Rory as he came in closer, happy to return the kisses. “You better be sleepin’, or it won’t be the same,” Wes drawled with a lazy grin. He still had his own strong feelings about Dean and the situation they were in, but it was all on a low simmer now. That anger was going to last until he did something about it, which he would. For now he could just be in these few sweet moments with Rory before they fell asleep. “I love you, Ror,” Wes whispered, brushing their lips together again. He didn’t say it a lot compared to other people, but Wes felt it down to his bones every time he did.
“Don’ worry, I’ll be sleepin’,” Rory snickered against Wes’s lips. Even if he did happen to wake up before Wes, he’d just roll over, snuggle up against him, and go back to sleep. It felt like they needed to cling to these moments while they still had them, while they could still fall asleep at night and lazily wake up in the morning. He’d do everything he could to keep them there, but he had the feeling they’d be on the run before the week was out. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he was sure they’d be okay. They’d done it before and they could do it again, so long as they had each other. “Love you, too,” he murmured, kissing Wes again. His eyes felt heavy and sleep would overtake him soon, but he’d kiss him again and again until he fell asleep that way, safe and warm in the arms of the man he loved.