Who: Scud + Lo What: Swatting Scud after he's been a brat. When: 8/8 Where: Lo's place. Incidentally, Scud lives there. Rating: NC-17 for co-ed naked leathery sex. Status: Complete!
To say that Scud was laying on the couch would be a kind description. Really, he was lounging upside down, feet dangling in the air off the back of the headrest, and head hanging off the seat of it. He was reading a comic book, and smoking. Mostly upside down, really. It was a talent that took practice -- the sort where he just got used to the rush of blood to his head and paid attention instead to the glossy pictures in front of him.
Sometimes, it was clear that the scruffy mechanic shouldn't have so many days off. But he did rather delight in being lazy. He'd rather delight in it with Lo around, some of the time, though. He'd already harassed the other man on the internet, and then had grown bored of waiting and so had found better things to do than tool around on his computer.
Or, at least he was pretending he had better things to do, because he’d never been great at waiting for much.
Lo had taken a little bit of extra time to gather supplies. He’d never really been into bondage - it was all too cliche and silly for him most of the time - but he’d managed to pop over to Prague for some things that he figured he’d need if only because he’d sort of thrown the gauntlet down to Scud without thinking.
And that was why when Lo teleported into the house, he appeared behind Scud, twisting his arms behind his back.
It was cliche, wasn’t it? Scud hadn’t really been expecting anything. Not that he wasn’t interested (he was), but he’d mostly just been assuming Lo might come home and some really fantastic rough sex might happen.
Basically that’s sort of what he hoped for on a regular basis.
So, if he had to be honest, he was a bit more than shocked at the --er-- all of that. The comic he’d been reading skidded to the floor with a noise louder than paper had any right being, but it didn’t cover up his yelp of surprise nearly enough. And he was just going to have to live with that embarrassment, apparently. “Christ, L!”
“I thought this was what you wanted,” Lo murmured, working leather straps over Scud’s wrists. They were more comfortable than cuffs.
"Well," Scud said, tilting his head a bit to glance over his shoulder to see just what Lo was up to. He wasn't squirming though, and that was pretty tell tale. "Ain't gonna object, since you're already getting' on with it and all…" God, he couldn't even believe how lamely his words came out sometimes.
“Shut up,” Lo murmured, voice clipped and smooth. He tugged Scud backward by the hair, lightly kissing his neck as gently as his fingers weren’t. “The way I see it, I dote on you far too much.” He was well aware of the irony of his own words, and knew that Scud would be as well. What was this if Lo not fawning over Scud?
To his credit, Scud did, in fact, shut up. But that didn't keep him from grinning that silly overly-crooked smile at Lo's words. Scud was anything but stupid, even if he liked to pretend otherwise entirely too often.
Head tilted back as it was, Scud swallowed, licked his lips and leaned a little closer, even if it did make the tug on his hair more extreme. Really he was in Not Lesbians with this man. It was ridiculous sometimes.
Nipping at Scud’s neck, Lo was gentle and sweet as his free hand, the one that wasn’t in his hair, it reached down to undo his belt, one handed, slow. His hand was very careful not to touch anything that Scud would want touched, but he was very, very meticulous in how he removed Scud’s jeans and boxers.
Giving a little hum of something between appreciation and impatience (sometimes, it was possible to have both at the same time, he was sure), Scud was ever so helpful with stepping out of his clothing when he needed to. The ceiling was getting a little boring, so he tilted his head to the side a bit more to raise an eyebrow at Lo.
"So. Uh. What's the game plan?" He didn't stay shut up for long, and talking was a nice distraction from erection. It made sense.
Lo blinked. “I’m sorry, did I or did I not tell you to hush? I didn’t think you wanted to go full gag with this, but I can always go fetch one.” Lo took Scud’s chin between his thumb and fingers, meeting his eyes.
It occurred to Scud that Lo really could just go get one, too, considering all that teleporting (seriously, he still couldn't get used to that), and so huffed out a dramatic sort of noise and made a show of shutting his mouth tightly.
He kept the eye contact though, because it was ridiculously arousing and he probably couldn't have looked away even if he wanted to.
Lo just smirked. “And now you’re pouting? You do realize I could just fit the toy I got to you and leave, right? I wonder how long it takes for batteries to run out.” He ran a playful finger over Scud’s lower lip and let his voice lower, dark and dangerous (though it was an act and he hoped Scud knew it). “You’d do well to try to please me.”
Realistically, Scud knew it was an act. Lo was a soft touch, a man who owned a tiny dog and actively spoiled it by going to Mexico to buy it authentic churros. He was also aware that Lo wouldn't harm him, not even a little bit.
But Lo did talk big, and he was fairly intimidating, particularly when working. And that was enough for Scud, who let that tone go straight to his groin (like it always did). His pout disappeared completely and he possibly stood a little straighter.
Hey, he'd always been a people pleaser anyway.
Lo smiled for a moment, a genuine, happy smile that was just glad that he’d made his lover happy before he pulled him closer and into a kiss. They were in their bedroom in a moment, moving from sitting on the sofa to sitting on the bed. Teleporting was handy.
Teleporting was awesome. And weird. And Scud love hated it. But he loved kissing more than all that, so paid the new scenery no mind, as he leaned forward still to deepen the kiss. The mechanic hadn't made a habit of kissing too many people with such interest before meeting Lo, so it always felt like a little delight to be able to do so.
His act broke when he hummed happily, wrapping his arms around Scud’s shoulders and pulling him close. Scud just tasted good to Lo, a happy quirk of biochemistry that proved to Lo that he and Scud were a good match. They just understood each other; Lo knew that Scud knew that this was sappy for them. Other people would see it as a night of sexual exploration, but this was Lo’s version of a Hallmark card, roses, and a Sandra Bullock movie.
And Scud knew that Lo knew that if he actually brought Sandra Bullock movies into the house, they might actually have a real row about things. All in all, they were pretty much perfect for each other, in that they were both kind of fucked up people who felt very strongly about the other and admitted it by hardly ever really admitting it. Except for when they did. Obviously.
Scud's fingers curled into his palms and he all but melted into the other man, clearly just happy to be there, a near purr in the back of his throat.
Pulling away, Lo smiled a happy little grin for a moment before easily moving Scud to laying a bit more comfortably, figuring out that tying him up with hands in the front was better. Lo fixed his bindings before standing up and shrugging out of his suit jacket and hanging it up.
Silent still, Scud chewed his lip in that way that was purely his own -- clear amusement shining through in the quirk of his lips and his eyes both. He flexed his shoulder back until they made a pleasant sort of popping noise as he watched his not-ginger in something like growing anticipation.
Lo looked over his shoulder, wholly amused. “Is this doing anything for you?” He couldn’t help teasing, even when he was supposed to be the dominant one.
Scud let out a laugh, fingers curling in on themselves in obvious pleasure and amusement (the brunet always was a bit easy to read in his actions and movements) and tilted his head back into the pillows. "Do I get to answer that, or are you just looking' to yell at me again?" He teased just as easily. But it was clearly doing something for him.
“Consider this a freebie,” Lo grinned. He was a bit more slow in removing his belt and trousers.
Which was just awful really, because Scud wasn't a hugely patient sort of man at the best of times. Usually Lo was the one who was urging things to be faster, harder, get the fuck on with it. And now?
"It'd be doin' more for me if y'got naked already, christ, L."
Lo chuckled. “I knew that you were impatient. Doesn’t it suck for you I have a conference call here in a minute?” He grinned wickedly, hoping that Scud would be able to keep up with his plan.
That made Scud's stomach turn in a strange way -- he wasn't even sure why he was excited at the idea of being actively ignored because it didn't make any fucking sense.
"Depends," he said slowly, biting a lip, and then running his tongue over it. "Do I actually get to suck, or will it just suck?" He wasn't even sure if he was keeping up. Lo was like that, sometimes.
“Bit of both.” Lo hummed a bit as he found the toys that he’d purchased, slicking one over and motioning for Scud to spread his legs a bit. “No reason for you to suffer whilst silent.” He leaned down to kiss Scud, smiling to himself. Was there any surer way to say that you loved someone than trying to get them off?
Scud moved as instructed, rearranging himself as best he could with his hands tied in front of him as such. "Okay," he said, and it came out a bit too low, a bit wanting. There was no question now, whether or not this was doing anything for him.
Lo smiled, lazily working Scud open with a slicked over finger, kissing him gently along Scud’s neck, his shoulder. “I have exactly ten minutes until my phone call. If you’re good and quiet, I can stay in here. I don’t want to lose this client.” Two fingers. “I’m sure you’d rather I not get upset.”
Scud practiced being quiet by starting immediately. He tilted his head back in acquiescence and let his breath catch in his throat until it was just the tiniest of whimpers that escaped from him. Considering that he was a vocal (but not particularly conversational, oddly) man, he considered it a pretty good first effort. He wriggled his hips further down against Lo's fingers.
It was, and as such, Lo rewarded him with the gentlest of bites on Scud’s neck. He rocked the toy lightly against him, letting Scud get used to the barest amount of it, letting the first inch or so grow as natural to Scud as breathing would be before sliding in a bit more.
Scud approved of this wholeheartedly, swallowing against Lo's kisses, as if that might just get him minutely closer somehow. He chewed nearly violently on his own bottom lip to avoid the noise of obvious approval that he so wanted to make, and instead arched his back into it as much as he could.
This was awesome, he decided, he was going to fuck with Lo on public forums more often.
The toy was finally inserted a bit more fully, and Lo found the remote for it, conveniently near his phone on the nightstand where he’d left them. As the phone rang, Lo wiggled out of his boxers and knelt down near Scud’s head. “Jackie, punctual as usual, your only redeeming characteristic.”
Fuck, there it was. That phone call, and with it, Lo's most capable, confident tone. Scud kind of lived for that tone sometimes, and it was sick and awful and he knew it, because Lo only used it when he was working, when he was half pretending to be something he wasn't. It made Scud feel strangely guilty and aroused at the same time.
Hands useless, Scud had to lean up as best he could, running his tongue along his boyfriends' length with the diligence and concentration he usually only saved for baked confectionaries (hey, he knew his own faults, shut up).
Pastry was as good a vice as any. Lo closed his eyes, letting his head lean back. “No, you shut up and listen, it’s your client that got this scandal leaked to begin with, so you were supposed to clean it up.” He took the remote and set the toy to low, smiling when he heard the faintest buzz from halfway down the bed. See if you can stay quiet through that, Scud. Lo would’ve cackled like an old timey movie bad guy if he’d not been on a business call.
It also might have killed the mood faster than -- no. Pretty much the fastest.
Scud was a clever sort of guy though, really he was (hey, he actually seemed to be able to fathom and enjoy quantum physics, thanks) and so instead of letting out the gasp of surprise and pleasure that he so clearly wanted to, he covered it up by taking Lo completely into his mouth instead. A muffled noise was nearly as good as no noise at all.
Plus it was like fun retribution. Let's see if you can keep that smooth, sure tone, Lo.
Fortunately for Lo, he was at the point in the conversation where all he had to do was agree and give a few thoughtful ‘mmhmms’. But in retribution, the vibrator was set to high for a few moments. Take that, Scud.
There wasn't even any irony to the fact that they were both fighting each other over this. Scud and Lo, no matter who was on top for the day, were oddly equal at least when it came to sheer willfulness.
Scud huffed out a tiny, tiny whimper of a noise in response to that high-setting, and wriggled almost helplessly for a moment before remembering himself and returning to sucking and licking at Lo's cock. There was no upped ante of counter argument this time because fuck if he could concentrate enough to give one.
Really, if this had been a conference call or anything that mattered, Lo wouldn’t have done this. But it was just Jackie, and she was a bitch at the best of times. “I didn’t hear a word of that,” he murmured breathlessly, putting the remote down after switching it back to low. “Fix it, Jackie, fuck you, goodbye.” He hung up the phone and set it down as he rocked his hips slightly. “Dear god, Scud, you perfect fucking bastard.”
Somehow Scud managed to actually laugh and continue what he was doing at the same time. It was pure fucking talent, really. He tilted his head back to bear off a bit and breathe after a second more, and found himself chuckling all over again. "You like it," he mumbled out, even as he squirmed beneath the other man.
“Maybe a little,” Lo murmured, threading fingers through Scud’s long hair. He tried not to roll his hips too much, if only because he didn’t want to kill his boyfriend. But setting the toy on medium was fine. Scud could live through that, right?
Scud gave a little gasp and closed his eyes for a moment, head tilting to lean into Lo's fingers and touch. He might have preferred Lo rolled his hips a bit more. Possibly. Or scooted back a bit to at least pay some mind to him, too.
"Fuck," he whimpered with some feeling, and then because it was there and he rather liked it, he licked at Lo's cock again. Scud always did have something of an oral fixation.
That was a pretty good idea that Scud had. Lo leaned back, moving away from Scud and his mouth, proud of himself for not whimpering at the absence. He turned the toy off and set it aside, lubing himself when the phone rang again.
“Jackie, what.” Not a question, but certainly irritated. Lo didn’t want to take a work call, especially when he was running the head of his cock over Scud’s entrance, teasing the both of them.
It was at about that time that Scud really did pout, letting out a strained little whimper of a noise as he decided that he very much hated Jackie, whoever she was. He wriggled forward a little, rubbing against Lo's dick hopefully. No more phone calls, god, please.
Lo was past caring. He gasped - away from the phone - as he pressed into Scud, growling a little. Jackie took the noise as a sign of irritation and apologized. “Grovel later, Jackie. Work now. Text with updates, please. I’m finished talking to morons today.” He hung up again, turning the phone off this time and letting it fall to the bed before snapping his hips faster, like he’d wanted to to begin with.
Scud gave a sharp, loud intake of breath that was somewhere between surprise and complete relief. His fingers curled in on themselves in pleasure and he licked his lips, rough and clearly amused. "God, fuck." Clearly, he approved.
“I am, shush.” Lo leaned over Scud, moving his hips faster, and nipped him sharply on the back of the neck.
Shushing wasn’t really something he was interested in doing anymore, though and Scud snuffed out a laugh of a noise that turned into a sharp gasp of approval. He arched his back into it -- tilting his hips as best he could. Always a glutton for punishment, he just asked for more.
Wrapping a strong arm around Scud’s waist, Lo tugged Scud until he was sitting in his lap. Since Lo had gotten stronger, he could do things like this, could keep thrusting just as fast in this position that most men would find awkward. One of his hands came to rest on Scud’s throat, not applying any pressure but resting it gently, stroking in an assertion of dominance. His.
And fuck, but if Scud didn't agree with that one. Tattoo of claim for some imaginary vampires or not, Scud was more than well aware of who he really belonged to. After all, no one else brought him ice cream from Japan, suggested noir horror comics to read, or fucked him so ridiculously thoroughly.
He leaned into the touch, found absolutely no way to properly balance himself without his hands, and trusted Lo to do it for him. Because that's what this was really about, anyway.
Lo nipped lightly at Scud’s ear, holding him almost aloft easily with his one arm around his waist. The one on his throat was for lightly stroking over his jugular, tracing along the line of his jaw. There was nothing else in that moment but him and Scud, and even if he hadn’t turned his phone off, he wouldn’t have answered it anyway.
True love was not answering the phone during sex, everyone knew that.
Scud panted out his appreciation in random words and ironically encouraging noises (not like he was doing much work here), he liked the way that Lo's hand felt at his throat when he swallowed or tilted his head back a little further.
Pleased that his hands were tied in front of him instead of the back, he slipped them both around his own cock and closed his eyes. He always had been one for indulgence to the point of hedonism. But it was clear he wasn't thinking only of himself, since it was Lo's name on his lips.
Lo squeezed only the tiniest bit when he felt Scud start to pump at his own erection, murmuring encouraging words in his ear, telling him that it was okay to come, that Lo wouldn’t be too far behind.
The permission and coaxing was all Scud really needed, and he whimpered a noise that was so ridiculously grateful that it didn't seem to fit Scud at all. But there it was.
It didn't take him long at all to get off -- making a genuinely perfect mess mostly on his hands -- he cursed positively when he came -- and that, that suited Scud completely.
Lo pulled Scud closer, wrapping his arms harder around his waist to hold him as he came, groaning quietly and feeling the orgasm course through his whole body. He worried that he might even have pulled something in his stomach. “Jesus wept,” he muttered.
When he was able to move again, he smiled, tugging the leather straps, breaking them effortlessly in half and freeing Scud. It was easy for him, and he figured Scud would be able to register how gentle Lo was with him at all times.
Scud knew. It was one of those things that he silently appreciated without really feeling the need to speak on it. Because how awkward was the line 'thanks for not accidentally fucking me in half today', anyway?
Flexing his hands lazily, Scud only leaned back further into Lo, cheek pressing against his not-ginger's neck. "God," he said, licking his lips. "That was -- fucking. Damn."
Scud looked pretty when he was tired out this way, fucked to the point of near exhaustion. “Oh?” Lo smiled, running his fingers through Scud’s hair. “It kind of was, wasn’t it? Maybe I’ll have to have Jackie piss me off more often.”
He was nearly exhausted -- enough where it didn't even occur to him to wiggle away and find a cigarette to light up immediately like he usually did. "Mm," Scud agreed, closing his eyes half way and encouraging the hair petting with something that wasn't quite a purr, but was close enough for government work. "Didn't sound like it'd be that hard to manage."
“She’s stupid, which isn’t exactly an asset in our line of work,” Lo smiled. He moved the two of them with ease to the side of the bed where Scud stashed his smokes, taking two of them and lighting them with one of many everpresent lighters. “I was thinking. We should take a vacation. A proper one, like you said.”
Feeling boneless and lazy, Scud wriggled more comfortably onto the pillows of the bed, cheek rubbing against one happily before he took the offered cigarette and placed it between his lips for a slow drag. Perfection.
"Yeah?" He asked, turning his eyes up toward Lo with a curious expression. "An' what'd you come up with?"
“We should go. Wherever we want, just hop around for a week. If we find a place we stay, if we go and it sucks, we go somewhere else.” Not having to worry about airfare was bliss.
Moving so he was laying down, sprawled out, Lo took his own long drag and sighed as he exhaled.
Scud liked that plan. A lot, actually. Because it sounded a lot like how he'd lived more than half of his life in the first place. This time it'd be without the hitchhiking and awkward small talk. Better company, certainly. He blew a slow smoke ring and watched it float up toward the ceiling and dissipate.
"I like that."
“Me too. I haven’t seen much of the world except on business.” He’d been to many countries, but never left the hotel he’d been sleeping in. Or if he had, just the meeting halls or convention centers.
“Time t’catch up,” Scud was pleased for Lo, and that wasn’t even odd to think anymore. He rolled over enough to ash his cigarette and then nuzzled into Lo’s side. “When?”
“Whenever you like. That’s one of the perks of being in my own business. I can do what I want.” Lo smiled, running warm fingers over Scud’s stomach.
Scud leaned into the touch, sighing happily. “Mm. I’ll talk t’my boss. Prolly won’t be no trouble. Makes me a bit jealous though, that perk.”
“You could always invent things, or start your own garage, or just not work and putter around the house because let’s be honest, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to at this point.” Lo’s easy way of saying that he would take care of Scud in all things.
Scud rose an eyebrow at that thought, really not sure how to properly process it. He did like being lazy. But possibly not that lazy. He liked buying his vices with his own money, anyway.
"I don't think you wanna see how lazy I could really be, L. Anyway, kinda been thinkin' on my own place. Nicer workspace. Less freaking out when I design a better arc welder." Mmm, arc welding. It wasn't going well in his current place of employ. He got looks.
“Well, you know I’ll help in any way I can with you getting started.” Lo smiled fondly, reaching out to pet Scud’s hair, beaming a little. “Maybe between the two?”
"Could do. Could get behind that." Oh god, head petting. He curled into it, depositing his smoke into the ashtray and just pressing himself into Lo. He gave a little pause, and then a sniff. "Thanks. Y'know."
“For what? The orgasms? I could say the same.” Scud smelled good, and Lo smiled, nuzzling closer.
"Well, those were nice too," Scud laughed, pressing his fingers flat to Lo's sides and just enjoying the touching. "I just mean -- y'know. For offerin' to help or whatever. Couldn't really -- I mean. Never even finished out high school or nothin' so." Even if he was smart, it wasn't something he could do alone.
“You’re a genius, don’t berate yourself that way.” Lo sat up a bit, looking down at Scud. “I have the means to help, so I will. You’re wasted at your current job anyway.”
Scud just twisted his lips into a bemused sort of expression and offered a helpless shrug. He'd take it, if Lo was offering. The help and the compliments. And the orgasms. Definitely those too.
"Still. Thanks."
“Well. It’s only because of the lesbians,” Lo teased. He sat up, stretched, and turned on his phone. When it went through its elaborate start up, he blinked. “Seventeen messages? Did we fuck through a nuclear holocaust?”
"Fuckin' hope so." Scud was occasionally disgusted by Lo's phone. Like, always. He lost his for days on end and when he found it again, never had missed messages at all. "I think we'd be real good at surviving in a post apocalyptic world. What with th' lesbians an' all. You need to take those?"
“Not just this second.” Lo smiled and sat back down. “Come on, let’s go take a bath.”
"Only if you teleport. It's comfy here." Scud was a master at pouting for no good reason.
Lo laughed, putting out his cigarette and wrapping his arms around Scud. “Brat.” Lo loved indulging Scud’s pouting, so it worked out well.
"Only fer you, L." He wrinkled his nose and grinned lopsidedly at the not-ginger. Neither would bring up the great strides made in this ridiculous relationship, but there it was, really. Scud was nearly just trained into being monogamous now and more than that, was fine with it.