D'Artagnan has the Devil's Luck (devilsluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-05-03 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, athos, d'artagnan |
Who:Athos and D'Artagnan
What:A litte comfort.
When:Backdated to last week
Where:Los Angeles.
Warnings/rating:General hotel type comfort!time. NC-17
Status:Complete
Athos was very glad he’d managed to convince D’Artagnan to let him accompany him to Los Angeles, even more so when he’d found out why he was going. He knew, possibly more than most, how information like D’Artagnan had received could be so important. And whether or not anything came of it he’d still need a friend there to support him. Athos hoped something would come of it really, he’d hate to see the disappointment of another dead end in his young friends eyes.
They’d been quiet on the car ride, Athos could tell D’Artagnan was worried by how quiet and calm he’d been nothing at all like the trip to San Fran, though this was shorter of course. Athos had taken care of the hotel, making sure it was close to where they needed to be. They’d arrived a few hours before D’Artagnan’s appointment so had dropped their bags off and settled a little before heading out.
No, D’Artagnan was far from himself. He hadn’t even gotten the subtle hint that Aramis had wanted to take him. He was busy thinking of what ifs and could haves in that quiet car ride. His head pressed against his hand that rested against the window, much more subdued than Athos had likely ever seen so far from him. He couldn’t even pretend L.A. didn’t bother him, with every freeway exit they passed he became a bit more tense.
It was a good thing that Athos had even thought of the hotel, it was the last thing on his mind. They’d have ended up staying at some dive outside of skid row near the police station if he hadn’t. He was out of it. He stood by the window and watched the world pass by, letting Athos take care of details while he tried to remember the worst day of his life. He did too, like it was yesterday. He remembered coming home to patrol cars outside his home, waiting for him. Child services along side, and spending every moment lying to keep what little normalcy he knew from vanishing from him all in a day. He was a smart kid, he knew exactly what would happen if he told the police he had no relatives. He’d have lost everything to a system that didn’t care in one foul swoop.
His hand pressed lightly against the window, he glared at his new surroundings. **
Athos wasn’t aware Aramis had wanted to accompany D’Artagnan, not that it would really have changed anything. He wanted to be there to support him, to show that he was around to stay and was somebody D’Artagnan could rely on.
He watched the other man as he stood by the window and could already see the tension running through him, it had gotten worse the closer to the city they came. Moving behind him he wrapped his arms around D’Artagnan’s waist. “Try not to get too lost in memories, especially ones that cause you pain” he said softly into his ear, “I can’t claim to know exactly how you feel but I do know it’s hard”
His eyes closed for a moment as Athos came closer, and he frowned. “I hate everything about this city. I moved away as soon as I was able and didn’t think I’d be back so soon.” L.A. was called often the City of Angels, but it didn’t help his opinion of it. His hand rested lightly on Athos’s own as he felt it embrace him. “I moved away so I didn’t have to remember anymore.”
He seemed to relax a little with the arms around his waist. He tilted his head to the touch and sighed. “I don’t know what I even thought I was going to accomplish by coming here.” He’d told Aramis it was because he couldn’t just ignore the tip, but he worried it would amount to nothing. “Everything about this city is built on a lie.” ***
“It’s only for a short while, you’ve escaped the city and Orange County and all it’s craziness is there waiting for us” Athos replied, “Sometimes facing the past is necessary to help us focus on the future. It took me a long time to figure that out, still am now really” It was hard advice to follow and Athos wasn’t the best example.
He placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, “You came here because if you’d have ignored the possibility it would have haunted you. All the what ifs and maybes. This way at least you’ll know”
His hand idly toyed with Athos’s own, a sigh escaping his lips as his brows furrowed under the stress. That was all L.A. did was bring him stress and pain, answers weren’t even a guarantee at this point. He turned away from the window to look at Athos instead, resting the same cheek against his chest. “I spent most of the time I was living here hiding, and when I wasn’t doing that I had to lie to everyone. By all accounts I should have ended up in the system, but I was afraid.”
D’Artagnan wasn’t sure what he was more afraid of either, the system or things ending up as they had. “I stole almost everything until I was old enough to work.” It wasn’t something he was proud of, nor had he told many people, but he trusted Athos and felt secure in his arms. ***
One of Athos’ hands came up to rest on D’Artagnan’s head, fingers scratching his scalp softly. “You did amazingly well to manage on your own” he said softly, “I understand the fear, there are a lot of flaws in the system. I am sorry you were alone though”
He pressed his lips against the younger mans hair, “You are such an incredible person D’Artagnan. Your father would be proud of you, you know. Proud of who you have become” Athos hoped he wasn’t speaking out of turn but no matter what D’Artagnan’s past he was a survivor and he couldn’t imagine anybody not being proud of that.
“Flaws are putting it lightly.” He closed his eyes at the gentle touch, just being with Athos was already helping to relieve some of the tension. “I’d already lost everything family wise, I wasn’t ready to lose my home in the same day. They didn’t care about any of that, so I ran.” He’d hid wherever he was able to basically. On and off until he was able to save for a decent place to live once he had been old enough to work.
“You think so?” He responded to both things, a small smile playing on his lips as he rested his hand on Athos’s chest. His eyes closing part way as he tried to calm down. “We moved here to make a fortune, and all we got was loss. After that I didn’t want to stay in this city anymore than I had to. “
Athos tightened his hold on D’Artagnan, heart going out to the small scared child he had been and wishing things had been different, even though he knew wishing couldn’t change anything. But knowing what he’d been through only made Athos’ affection for the younger man deepen.
“I know so” he said softly, “You escaped the tragedy and loss and look what you’ve accomplished. You are one of the strongest people I know, that is definitely something to be proud of”
He hadn't been sure what to expect when he had to return to L.A., but this definitely wasn't it. Being with Athos almost made it tolerable. He actually laughed at Athos's response, not that it was all that funny but it was the first time he'd felt anything but dread about being where they were. If he didn't laugh he might have cried, and that would have just been pathetic. D'Artagnan wasn't one who cried easily, even though he felt his chest tighten a little.
"It means a lot." The laughter wasn't really the uncontrollable sort so it was short lived, but it was better than breaking down. D'Artagnan wasn't good at being tense for long periods of time, it'd been nearly three hours and he was starting to feel a little loopy. "I'm pretty sure this is what it feels like to have a fried brain." He looked up at him with a strained smile.
Athos hadn’t realised until now how hard it had been for D’Artagnan to return and once again was amazed that the boy had contemplated coming alone. He would have to work on ensuring D’Artagnan knew he never had to go through things like this alone, not anymore. It wasn’t just him either, he knew Aramis and Porthos would support and help however they could.
He placed a gentle kiss on D’Artagnan’s head, “We have a couple of hours, do you want to lay down? Maybe rest will help. You don’t want to go into this with a headache” he suggested.
He nodded at that. “Couldn’t think anymore if I wanted to.” And he broke away from Athos for a moment to sit at the edge of the bed and remove his shoes. It took more effort than he realized, but eventually they got to a point where the shoes could just be kicked off, and he did. D’Artagnan rubbed at his face in a frustrated motion.
“You took care of this didn’t you?” He hadn’t meant to put things on Athos, That wasn’t his intention anyway of him coming. He looked a little worried at that, he didn’t want to put him out.
Athos released him so he could sit on the bed, and although he wanted to help he let D’Artagnan remove his shoes on his own. He didn’t want to mother him too much, despite how concerned he was. The sooner they got what they came for and left the better, this melancholy and sadness didn’t suit his friend.
“Of course” Athos replied, smoothing the worry lines from D’Artagnan’s forehead, “I don’t mind, it was simple to do and makes me feel useful” he assured him, “So don’t even think that it was a problem. I’m here to support you D’Artagnan, in any way I can” He encouraged him to lay down on the bed, if he could just rest and stop thinking for a little while Athos was sure he’d feel better. Even if it was only slightly.
He was glad not to be coddled too much really. Just having Athos there was enough to put him more at ease than he would have been if he'd tried to go it alone. He also had certain levels of pride that might have been injured in too much babying. Athos was responding to that perfectly, in ways that didn't leave him feeling like he was a burden or something.
Dark eyes watched him carefully for a moment. Athos didn't seem to have any ulterior motive, and the dreams made him out to be an honorable man. D'Artagnan had very nearly let down any walls when he was near him, and hadn't even realized it. If Athos had wanted to hurt him it would have been easy. Instead he was everything he said he was, and that was a rare quality. People often twisted words about, but Athos hadn't since he'd met him. He leaned in to kiss him, unsure of proper words to respond with.
It was easy to understand the need to retain that independence even at a time like this, maybe more so at a time like this, and Athos respected that. After discovering more about D’Artagnan’s past he thought he understood even more the need to allow D’Artagnan to do things for himself and make his own way in certain things. He’d taken care of himself for so long it would be hard and feel uncomfortable to relinquish everything to another person.
It went both ways, Athos’ own defences were very much lowered around this boy and D’Artagnan could take advantage of that at any point and practically destroy him. The amount of trust they placed in each other was exhilarating yet terrifying at the same time. He returned the kiss softly, no pressure and no expectation. It was sweet and calming.
He parted from the kiss for a moment to speak in a hushed tone. “I just want to forget, for a couple hours.” He wasn’t tired enough to sleep, what he wanted he hoped was clear. Kissing Athos again and this time with a bit more heat. Whatever this relationship was, it kept his attention longer than anything ever had. And in many ways.
D’Artagnan just wanted to feel lighter again, and the last thing to make him feel that way was touching Athos. He needed the contact and wanted to feel something other than misery.
Athos nodded at the words, he understood and would be that distraction for D’Artagnan to help him forget why they were here and what was going to happen. He continued kissing the other man, more passion in the contact now. And he slowly brought them both down to lay on the bed, still kissing.
His hand pulled his own shirt from the waistband of his pants before doing the same to D’Artagnans. He slipped his hand inside the shirt and stroked his back while they lost themselves in the kiss.
He didn’t break contact with Athos as he was shifted about to lie down. His hands reached down though to help him free his shirt. This was exactly what he needed, a soft moan escaped him against Athos’s lips as the hands brushed against his skin.
D’Artagnan only broke the kiss when he felt the need to breathe. “Still want to do all those things?” He remembered the last time he’d freaked out on him. But this time he didn’t think he would. This time he had an idea of what they were, and where they were. For the first time since they arrived he felt like maybe he was allowed to be happy.
Athos continued stroking, “All that and more” he said softly, “Just relax okay? Your pace remember. Always your pace” he spoke against his lips before kissing him once more, deeply, passionately. His hands wandering; one upwards over his chest, stroking a nipple while the other rested along the waistband of his pants. Fingers moving softly, but coaxing a reaction nonetheless. D’Artagnan and Athos both deserved a little happiness and finding it together seemed about perfect.
If he could do this now, then he could do it in Athos’s room too, and that was what he wanted. He didn’t feel intimidated by the bed this time. His heart was racing, but not from fear. D’Artagnan watched him curiously, wanting to know what he was doing so he might do the same eventually. “Think I can manage that..” He chuckled softly. He wrapped an arm around Athos’s shoulders, fingers gripping at him under the intensity. Yet it wasn’t to the point of where Athos didn’t show control. He wasn’t afraid anymore. He released a muffled moan against the lips that crushed his own and arched into the touch instead of away. The last thing he wanted to do was be away from him right now. He returned that kiss hungrily, his own hands exploring Athos’s skin.
Athos was definitely in control, since the time at his place where he’d lost his head for a while and worried D’Artagnan he fought to stay in control when they were together. There would come a time when he didn’t have to but that wouldn’t be for a while yet. Athos smiled at his response before slowly moving the hand at his pants to the fastening, undoing them while he continued to draw reactions from D’Artagnan with his other hand and his mouth. Once undone he opened them just enough to slip his hand inside, just resting it over the bulge in D’Artagnan’s underwear. Not moving, not pushing, simply letting D’Artagnan feel the weight of his hand against his underwear clad cock.
In these early sessions he needed that control, or at least appearance of it for his own sanity. Later on maybe he wouldn’t so much, but now it was all still too new. At the touch of Athos’s hand his fingers only gripped tighter on his shoulders. His breath caught in his throat as he looked up at him. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment he struggled to breathe properly. It was short lived as he caught up and drew his head back against the pillow he groaned in pleasure and felt his toes curl slightly under the wave of pleasure the touch sent through his body like electricity. Athos's name on his lips as his eyes rolled back at the overwhelming sensation warmed his body.
This was certainly doing the trick. His mind was no longer on how much he hated L.A. Nothing outside those walls existed, only Athos mattered.
New was something Athos could help him handle, he’d be careful and gentle and slow. He didn’t want to worry D’Artagnan or scare him. So he watched the boys reaction, ready to calm and pull back if needed which he thought might be until D’Artagnan relaxed and moaned in pleasure. When he called out Athos’ name he allowed a smile to spread over his face, he lent down to kiss D’Artagnan’s neck as he moved his hand lightly up and down. Drawing out the feelings he would be feeling as he whispered sweet endearments and reassurances against the young mans skin.
He wasn’t worried anymore, he trusted Athos. He concentrated on breathing so he didn’t panic. That was part of the key. The reason he had the time before, he remembered it more clearly, he hadn’t been able to keep up with it and it got to the point of overwhelming emotion. But this time he was ready. The underwear was getting uncomfortable as Athos stroked him. He even parted his legs some to get try to get more comfortable instead of shying away. His eyes rolled back and closed as he writhed under the touch. A whimper of pleasure as the muscle reacted to Athos’s touch, and he tilted his head to give him more access to his neck. A bit of sweat gathered on his brow as he grit his teeth felt his stomach tense.
When D’Artagnan shifted and in doing so allowed Athos better access he smiled, it was very reassuring to see him respond so nicely. Athos kissed down D’Artagnan’s neck, along his collarbone before licking over a nipple. His hand moved, squeezing lightly before he slipped it up to rub across the tense stomach before returning to the large bulge in his underwear.
His back arched at the touch of lips against his chest, and his hands gripped at Athos tightly. He released a sharp gasp as Athos squeezed and stroked where no man had ever touched before. He found his thoughts vanishing entirely as the fog of pleasure from before had returned to whisk them away. His hands wandered down to Athos's own pants as he struggled some to free them without breaking the contact. He groaned as he came closer to that point of release and pleaded for him to continue. His own hands finding their way into Athos's pants and brushing less than timidly against the other man's own waiting bulge. He didn’t need as much control anymore as much as he wanted and needed the pleasurable heat to continue.
Athos groaned against D’Artagnan’s skin when he felt the sure hand stroke his cock through his clothes, he was rock hard from teasing D’Artagnan and aching to be released. He left his hand over the other mans cock as he helped ease himself out of his own trousers then he tugged D’Artagnan’s underwear down to free his cock, letting the air hit it before he wrapped his hand around it. It felt incredible in his hand and he closed his eyes for a moment, regaining his control before looking up at D’Artagnan kissing his lips and sliding his tongue into the welcoming mouth.
He was suddenly glad they were laying down for this. Had they attempted these things in the living room like he'd originally wanted at Athos's, he'd have had no idea how he was going to stand upright when he felt zero ability to even attempt standing at this point. His entire body just tingling with pleasure. He liked the sounds he was able to draw from Athos. His own stamina was starting to cave, and he whimpered a plea for release as Athos's mouth crushed his. His mouth parted to deepen the kiss and his own tongue met his. His hands continuing to mirror the same movements Athos had used on him.**
Standing would be an impossibility for either of them right now and besides the bed was much more comfortable for this kind of thing. Athos’ own body was responding to D’Artagnan’s ministrations and he moaned his appreciation into the others mouth. Reacting to the earlier plea Athos continued to move his hand up and down the erect member rubbing his thumb across the head and feeling the precome which was already escaping. It was all incredibly intoxicating and he moved his hips to create more pressure against D’Artagnan’s hand.
D'Artagnan wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer against Athos's strong but gentle hands. He entirely sure what he was doing, but the things Athos did to him felt good, and that was what he'd said to do. Go with what felt good. He squeezed and rubbed gently, until his hands were forced to stop as he could no longer resist. He came and his shoulders slumped forward with pleasure. His forehead resting on Athos's chest as his hands went back to work on him. He broke away from the kiss to pant for air and groaned in response. It was unlike anything he’d felt before.
When D’Artagnan’s hands fell away from him Athos knew it wouldn’t be long before he came and watched his face when he did. He wanted to bring pleasure to D’Artagnan always, to show him how many ways he could do so. He kissed the top of the other man’s head when it rested on his chest before gasping himself when D’Artagnan touched him once again. Watching him come had been a big turn on for Athos and it didn’t take much for him to find his own release soon after.
Athos had left him breathless. Sounds of pleasure escaped his throat. And again his name. His feet gripped at the bedding to get his bearings. Everything fell away to oblivion in that moment of blissful release, and he had to fight to keep from collapsing into a heap. Looking down at the liquid that he felt on his hands his eyes then met Athos's own again as he leaned to kiss him. With a moment of boldness he drew the hand up to his mouth and licked the substance off his fingers. A faint red hue touched his face as he pressed it gently against Athos's chest to hide the color. For a while he didn't talk as he let his breathing normalize again. "What was I thinking about before?" He asked with a shaky breath, a light amusement to his tone. He’d entirely forgotten what he’d been worrying about.
D’Artagnan wasn’t the only one left breathless, while Athos had brought himself off fairly regularly this was the first time with another person in a while and he’d forgotten how heightened the emotions and feelings were. He smiled, almost proudly, when D’Artagnan licked the seed from his own hand, laughing softly as he hid his face. Tilting it up he kissed him, tasting himself too, before pulling back to smile. “You don’t need to think about anything right now” Athos assured him, clean hand burying itself in D’Artagnan’s hair as he placed sweet little kisses wherever he could, “You okay?” he added watching for his reaction.
He returned that kiss, this time softly and more gentle than anything else. A moan muffled by the lips against his own. His hand curled against Athos's chest as he leaned against him. "Mhm." Was the only response he could come up with as for a few moments he let his eyes slide shut. "Couldn't if I wanted to." He murmured again, this time less miserable than before. He tilted his head to those kisses just slightly and opened his eyes to watch Athos through foggy eyes."It was amazing." He wrapped an arm around Athos's neck to slide closer to him. One of his legs tangling with the other man's own.
Athos happily let D’Artagnan snuggle closer, he felt lighter than he had in such a long time. He was happy, he realised, happy being with this amazing man. And that feeling only increased with D’Artagnan’s positive responses. “And that was just the beginning” he promised, embracing him and kissing him again. It seemed Athos could become rather addicted to kissing at least where D’Artagnan was concerned. Not that he was going to complain, it was sweet and comforting and just felt right.
"What else is there?" It was a naive question, and showed how little he knew about this sort of relationship, but innocent and eager at the same time. He returned the kiss, not a single complaint against Athos kissing him frequently. It was indeed an easy thing to become addicted to, his fingers rubbed against Athos's chest warmly as he did. "Problem is, now I don't want to move." He said softly once the kiss parted. He supposed now they would have to tell Aramis and Porthos, now that they'd gone this far. D'Artagnan felt there was no turning back, and he was okay with that. He didn't want to go back. Athos made that miserable city less painful, and he was grateful. His hand toyed quietly and affectionately with his chest.
“We don’t need to move yet” Athos replied, lips moving down to kiss along his jaw and collarbone as he spoke. “And there are many things” he added answering D’Artagnan’s earlier question while sliding his hand down to rest over his now soft cock, “I can use my mouth here” he squeezed gently, “I can take us both in hand and we can reach our release together” he slipped one finger down to brush lightly over his ass, very lightly not wanting to startle D’Artagnan, “And I have certain plans for that pert ass of yours” he smiled rising up to kiss him again, “But we have time and we’ll go slowly” he assured him. It was true that they would have to tell the others soon, Athos knew as much as he’d try he’d slip up at some point. An affectionate gesture or word would give them away.
D’Artagnan tilted his head to give Athos more access to his neck and a soft ‘mm’ came from his throat in response. His fingers toyed with one of Athos’s nipples idly. Gently running over it as he felt his hand against his cock again, just the simple touch sent a shiver of pleasure through his body. If he wasn’t careful he’d be hard again, he found his resistance where Athos was concerned was weak, all it took was the heat of his breath to make him heavy with desire. He wasn’t startled in the least anymore by Athos’s touch. He only blushed at his words. He’d asked for them of course, but that didn’t stop the redness from tinting them as he felt that hand. He couldn’t keep his hands off Athos, he too knew they were going to have to tell the others lest they find out on their own. Aramis was probably the one who’d pick up on it first. “Slow is probably best..” Though at this point he wasn’t sure. All he wanted to do was be with Athos in every way. His head rested gently back on the man’s shoulder as he felt those warm kisses and he sighed contently. “We’re going to have to tell them soon aren’t we?”
D’Artagnan’s touch also elicited small gasps and shivers of pleasure from Athos, those fingers felt good against his heated skin and he liked that D’Artagnan felt free to touch him as he wanted. Which he was, of course. In fact Athos actively encouraged it. He liked the shivers which ran through D’Artagnan too, seeing his skin ripple with pleasure as Athos inadvertently teased him. “Slow we’ll do” he promised, stroking his hair as he settled against Athos. He nodded, “We are” he sighed, “As good as I am at hiding things, even I have to admit I’ll slip up around you. And Aramis isn’t stupid, he’ll notice something”
He pressed a kiss where his fingers had just been, his tongue brushing gently over his nipple as he explored him a little. D’Artagnan was still cautious as he didn’t know what might hurt him or please him, and he didn’t want to do the former. Athos knew exactly where to touch him to draw out those pleasurable sounds, but D’Artagnan wasn’t as aware. So he tested things, his hand moving to the opposite nipple to tease it gently while he vaguely listened to Athos speak and then he was still as he leaned on him with a small frown. “Neither of them are I know..”His phone was still full of texts from Porthos that he needed to respond to to reassure the man he actually was all right. Porthos had known he was going into something heavy without him even hinting toward it. “Won’t that be a fun conversation.” He said sarcastically, but it was mostly an amused tone. His fingers went back to teasing Athos’s skin, though not quite as boldly as Athos had been teasing him.
Athos moaned when that tongue slid over his nipple, D’Artagnan was doing well in his tests and Athos was encouraging him as much as he could both verbally and nonverbally. “Mmm” he murmured, Porthos he wasn’t as worried about but Aramis, well he’d warned Aramis away from D’Artagnan for a start. Lord knows Aramis will love lording that over him for a while. “Joyous, I simply can’t wait” he replied, using the same tone D’Artagnan had. Still it would be worth it since he wouldn’t have to keep a watch on himself as much. He shifted as D’Artagnan teased him, breath catching as the others hand slid over his stomach. He was a little ticklish there.
He too was less worried about telling Porthos, than Aramis. He already looked up to the men, in more ways than one. He didn’t want to lose any of his new friends over this little secret of theirs. It’d been his idea, he’d been worried about bringing others into it. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He let his fingers toy with Athos’s stomach for a moment until he wanted to kiss him again, and then he let his wandering hands settle around his neck instead and leaned in to do so.
Athos didn’t think they’d lose the friendships of the others over their relationship, but he did expect ribbing and a bit of a hard time from Aramis over it. Hopefully it wouldn’t last too long. His stomach quivered as D’Artagnan’s fingers played across him. He welcomed the kiss when D’Artagnan leaned in and his own hands stroked over the others body.
D’Artagnan didn’t know them as well as Athos did just yet. He was only starting to. They didn’t seem the sorts to have issues with this kind of relationship at least. He hoped anyway. Aramis would likely poke fun if he knew about it, so D’Artagnan was bracing for that. But for now he was just going to focus on Athos. His tongue nudging at the others lips and into his mouth as he laid against him contently. Kissing Athos calmed him down a bit, shut up the little voices in his head that worried about everything else.
Athos knew them better in the dreams and while he had past history with Aramis here Porthos he didn’t know as well. But he definitely couldn’t imagine them having an issue with them. Apart from Aramis’ teasing that is. But like D’Artagnan he would think about that later and focus on the right now which was kissing and teasing this boy. Opening his mouth he deepened the kiss his own fingers making their way lazily across his skin.