D'Artagnan has the Devil's Luck (devilsluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-08-16 05:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, athos, d'artagnan |
I miss coffee.
Who:Athos and D'Artagnan
What:sexy fun times.
When:Sometime beginning of August
Where:Athos' place
Warnings:um. Things. Things of adult natures.
Rating:NSFW nc-17?
status:!complete
D’Artagnan was still a little apprehensive from the agency doctors visit. He couldn’t help but worry. They hadn’t done anything as strange as he’d anticipated, but doctors were his least favorite thing. He was busy toying with his phone when midnight rolled around and he was still wide awake. He knew the theory behind removing the phone and placing it elsewhere, but he didn’t like the idea of it not being heard.
The doctor had suggested a sleep aid as well as Aramis, but D’Artagnan didn’t particularly want to take it. The idea of being trapped in a nightmare and unable to wake worried him. The Dreams were only getting more and more intense, and he had a harder time separating them than the others seemed to from reality.
Athos was worried, even after the doctors reassurances. He didn’t like seeing D’Artagnan upset and he just looked so tired all the time. The most frustrating thing was that Athos couldn’t do anything to help. They’d tried all kinds of things, the yoga had resulted in Athos coming home to find D’Artagnan in a strange position turning the air blue while he cursed Aramis which, while being amusing, hadn’t helped. They’d tried relaxing techniques like hot baths, hot drinks and that kind of thing but D’Artagnan still struggled to go to sleep.
He knew D’Artagnan didn’t want to take any sleep medication but Athos was beginning to think it might be the only option left. Coming to sit behind his boyfriend he wrapped his arms around D’Artagnan’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. “Not tired yet?” he asked, ever present concern in his tone.
He was exhausted mentally but physically he couldn’t keep still. The dreams he found were nightmares lately, whether they were Dreams or regular dreams he had no idea. D’Artagnan didn’t know what it meant, except his mind was still racing. Still going a million miles a second when Athos joined him.
D’Artagnan frowned. “Not even a little.” He had so much energy it was already hard to burn, but add in nerves and it was nearly impossible. He lowered the phone and rested his hand on top of one of Athos’ with a frustrated sigh.
Athos tended to let the dreams simply wash over him, never thinking about them too much. He knew what his real life was and he reminded himself of it every time he woke. Much easier to do since D’Artagnan had moved in with him.
Placing a kiss on D’Artagnan’s shoulder Athos said softly, “Maybe you should try the pills the doctor gave you” he suggested, “I know you don’t want to but you need to sleep babe. You’re going to be ill”
D’Artagnan only wished he could do that at times, but most of them seemed so similar to his own life it was difficult for him to just let them go. Instead they manifested into nightmares, and ones he’d not been able to ignore. Ones that involved him losing the friends he’d made, as well as Athos; frequently.
He frowned at the suggestion and looked uncomfortably at the phone in his lap. “I can’t wake up with those. It’s like being trapped.” This wasn’t much easier than that though. His fingertips toyed with Athos’ own, he moved the phone away as not to crush it when he leaned back against him instead. “ My head hurts anyway, I can’t.”
Athos tried to reassure D’Artagnan whenever he could that he was around to stay and nothing would happen to him but he wasn’t aware that D’Artagnan was still haunted by that. He assumed it was either normal nightmares or new dreams.
“No pills then” Athos agreed, hugging the other man to him, “Maybe headache ones but those aren’t ones that make you sleepy. Can I get you anything babe?” he asked, “Tell me if I can help, I’ll do anything you like”
He didn’t like talking about it, so it wasn’t something Athos would be aware of. He didn’t even want to tell the others. He knew they had the dreams, but he wasn’t sure how real they were to them. He figured they’d just find him foolish for being unable to realize they weren’t real. To him they felt real, every detail, every bit of happiness or pain whatever came his way. It all seemed to be from his own point of view, from his heart, and he couldn’t see past it.
“Just stay with me.” He insisted, if he had it his way he’d be by his side constantly. Though he knew that wasn’t always possible or even healthy. He knew he needed to get out, and maybe if he did the dreams would lessen their grip. Yet he was afraid and he hated it. “This helps.” He nodded to the painkillers, and shifted some to get more comfortable. “Just don’t leave.”
Athos would never find him foolish, he understood how real the dreams felt and he could understand why D’Artagnan had trouble separating them from real life. His youth may have something to do with it as well, the things Athos had seen made sure he knew what was real and what wasn’t.
“Always” Athos promised, “I’ll always stay with you, no need to worry about that” he smiled dropping a sweet kiss onto D’Artagnan’s lips. Reaching into the bedside table he retrieved painkillers and water to pass to D’Artagnan before settling them both down more comfortably. “I won’t leave babe, I promise”
He’d done well enough with them in the beginning, when they started out light. He could still tell that they were all different. That Musketeers and things weren’t who they actually were today. But now the dreams had gotten far more intense, the feelings from them nearly impossible to ignore.
D’Artagnan still tried, but at times he woke up frustrated with Athos, or the others due to something that’d happened in the dreams, and often it stuck with him until well in the day. He often felt bad for it later on, but at the time it was hard to feel anything beyond what the dream version of him was feeling. His emotions there were just as intense as D’Artagnan’s in the real world.
D’Artagnan relaxed some at that gentle touch and returned the kiss warmly. Taking the painkillers and water thankfully, he placed them off to the side again. “Good, that’s good..” Things weighed heavily on him when he actually was upset. He let his emotion often control his actions.
He was distracted as he toyed with the arm around him, quieter than normal and yet anxious without moving much. His grip on Athos’ arm tightened some unintentionally, as if to make sure he really was there.
Athos could feel the anxiousness thanks to them being pressed so close together and when D’Artagnan’s grip tightened he looked at him in concern, “Talk to me D’Artagnan, what’s going on in here?” he kissed D’Artagnan’s head as he spoke. Hands stroking where they rested to offer what unspoken comfort he could.
D’Artagnan didn't want to talk about it. He was afraid. He worried if he spoke it out loud maybe it would just make it more real. The last thing he wanted was to make it more real than it already was in his mind. "I'm just tired of my head hurting. " it wasn't false anyway. He'd spent the last week or so on and off painkillers and it was no way to live. "I woke up today thinking we were going to be in Paris. " He admitted awkwardly. "Think I might be losing it. "
Whereas Athos believed that by keeping it all to himself it may be making it worse, D’Artagnan needed to talk whether it was to him, another friend or a professional it didn’t matter as long as it began to help. “Oh baby” Athos breathed, gathering him closer, “You aren’t losing it. Maybe we need to get you out in the world a bit more, meeting new people who aren’t in your dreams and doing a job which is different. No swords in the Agency” he said lightly, “We’ll work through this my love, I promise. I’m not losing you to these bloody dreams”
He didn't hate the dreams at all but there were some he could do without. Especially the one that plagued him lately. Watching Athos die on repeat was getting to him. When he was fortunate enough to get any sleep and woke from nightmares he often escaped to the bathroom just to double check that there was no blood on his hands. "If I could sleep I'd be fine. " He really didn't like the idea of sleep aids, but he was starting to think maybe they were the only way. "I think I want tea. Maybe that'll help. But I miss coffee. "
Athos hadn’t found any of the dreams too disturbing yet, even discovering his ‘wife’ was still alive and had tried to burn him alive hadn’t affected him too much. But then he’d been with D’Artagnan at the time, D’Artagnan who had been so good both in and out of the dreams. He had yet to dream of his death but Aramis had already told them it wasn’t real. “I know” Athos said, “Let me get you some tea and then we can lay down and see if you can get to sleep” He squeezed D’Artagnan before releasing him so he could go and prepare tea for him.
In theory he knew there was more to the death than met the eye, but it kept replaying in his brain anyway and warping into other nightmares. He was not having the rest of that dream. It was haunting him instead. “Tea just isn’t the same.” He frowned as he let him go for a moment. His eyes were so tired he couldn’t bring himself to stand just yet. He even dared to try to close them, but that was when that image yet again tore at his mind, it caused him to start to climb out of bed. He didn’t want to be there anymore, all it took was closing his eyes to see blood on his side of the bed. While Athos made tea, he followed him to the kitchen instead looking miserable. His eyes shifted toward Athos, making sure he was still there. “Maybe we can just watch tv instead?” He moved in to lean his forehead against him as they waited for the tea.
It was understandable, without the rest of the dream to put it together D’Artagnan’s brain was simply reacting to the stimulus it was given. There wasn’t a lot of room for logical thought in those moments. “I know but it has less caffeine” Athos said, and the whole idea was to try and get him to sleep not stay awake. “Sure we can” Athos said, wrapping an arm around him even though it made making tea harder. He didn’t like the sad look on his face, “We’ll snuggle on the sofa and watch whatever you like” Athos had a very comfortable sofa which made it all the better for watching television when trying to get someone to fall asleep.
Fear replaced most of that logic he might have normally had, and being weakened by exhaustion hadn’t helped. “They need to make tea coffee. At least make it taste drinkable.” Being a cop he was addicted to the caffeine, it was a difficult habit to break. It made him extra grumpy at times. Now was one of those. “It’s just not satisfying.” He was trying to occupy his mind with idle chatter, all while snuggling up against him. It helped ease his anxiety. He felt momentarily dizzy from lack of sleep as he gripped onto Athos, but it soon passed. He said nothing, he just buried his face against Athos’ side as he waited impatiently.
“Some tea tastes okay” Athos said placatingly, though he too preferred coffee in all honesty. But there was no need to rub it in so he’d drink tea with D’Artagnan. “How about having a cookie with it? Might make it more palatable?” he suggested dropping a kiss to D’Artagnan’s head as he poured the hot water into the cups. Athos didn’t notice the dizziness he just felt his boyfriend snuggle into him and made sure he was supporting what little weight D’Artagnan had.
D’Artagnan was glad he didn’t. He was a little worried for a moment that maybe he would, but when Athos made no move except to support him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was already worrying him too much. He knew that. His face pressed against the man’s chest as he nodded quietly. Taking a moment to regain his bearings as he watched Athos prepare things. He didn’t even hear the cookie question. “mhm.” He knew Athos had said something, he just wasn’t sure what entirely. He could have been responding to something ridiculous for all he knew.
Athos didn’t consider it to be too much worry, he thought it was just the right amount of worry. Besides if he couldn’t worry about his own boyfriend then things were in a sad state of affairs, he couldn’t help but worry after all. It was distressing to see the happy vibrant person you love slowly lose their energy with little explanation. The dreams had a lot to answer for. Stopping what he was doing he rested the hand not already around D’Artagnan in his hair as his lips spoke against the top of his head, “You okay? Did you hear what I said?” he asked, it didn’t matter if he didn’t but there was something not right.
He looked up at him with bleary eyes and nodded. "Something about a thing. " He tried to get his head to cooperate but it didn't want to. "I forgot." He admitted sheepishly.
“That’s okay love. Let’s get you sat down and I’ll bring through the tea okay?” Athos said, steering D’Artagnan towards the living room where the comfy sofa awaited. Exhaustion was obviously taking effect and Athos wanted to make sure D’Artagnan was sat down in case it overcame him.
He didn’t fight this time despite wanting to. Despite every instinct telling him to do so, he let himself be brought toward the couch where he curled up amongst the pillows. “Don’t be long?” He felt like a burden, but for the time being he said nothing of it. He knew Athos wanted to help, but D’Artagnan really had no idea how to fight the dreams that put so much stress on him that they’d worn him down this far. Athos kept insisting he talk about it, but talking about him dying was hard whether or not his mind made up stories or they were real dreams. He waited as long as he was able before his eyes began to feel heavy, but still he tried to resist despite the change in location. He sincerely doubted that would help at all.
“Quick as a flash” Athos promised dropping a kiss on his lips before hurrying back into the kitchen to sort out the tea tray. Had Athos known his thoughts he would have assured D’Artagnan that he wasn’t a burden at all. In fact Athos found the most frustrating thing to be that there was nothing he could do to help, he felt useless. He picked up the tray with the tea and some biscuits and took it into the living room setting it down quietly on the table.
He returned that kiss gently. Unsure what else to do he just lie still woke he waited. It seemed to help, none of the electronics were on, he hasn't even attempted to turn on the tv. Maybe there was something to it after all, leaving the technology alone. D’Artagnan watched him with the tea and smiled some. 'You're too good to me." Aramis hadn't been far off when he told D’Artagnan that Athos actually had a bit of a mother hen personality, and he chuckled at the thought. They were all a bit that way when it came to him he noticed, and he appreciated their friendship even more. "You know, I like most of the dreams. " He said finally after picking up the tea. "It seems like an adventure story. Chivalry and all that. "
“Nonsense” Athos replied affectionately pouring the tea into cups before settling in next to D’Artagnan, pulling him close and wrapping an arm around him. It was true Athos was a bit of a mother hen, with D’Artagnan he could get away with it too. Mostly. “They are good stories in general” he agreed, “We’re good people too, try to remember that. We’re good friends and we’re always there for each other”
He settled contently against Athos and that simple movement alone seemed to relax him ten fold. "Why do we keep getting things from them? " Though he didn't get anything recently, he had a small collection of things going. “We’re different aren’t we?” He did notice a lot of similarities between him and the other D’Artagnan, and his other friends, that didn’t make it easier for him to separate things. He frowned a little and chewed at his thumb before looking away awkwardly. Maybe holding back wasn’t helping, it certainly hadn’t changed any of his sleeping habits. Only seemed to worsen them. “..I keep watching you die. And the others..And I can’t tell which is those and which is my head.” If he couldn’t talk to Athos then just what was their relationship based on? He had to at least try, even if he didn’t like the subject. And he really didn’t.
“I’m not sure why we get things. Maybe the universe has just decided we need them for a reason only known to itself” Athos said, “But we are different, yes. I mean look at us. I can’t imagine being with you quite like this in the dreams. Looking for a home with you or being this happy together” When D’Artagnan revealed his dreams Athos hugged him and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Baby. You’d never hurt us. Ever. You are one of the most caring, kind people I’ve ever met”
“They feel like they belong to us though.” He made a face, but Athos was right. He knew the dream versions of them wouldn’t have ended up this way. That Athos looked nearly impossible to break through to at times. He hardly even smiled. “Convince my brain that.” He retorted a bit sulkily and leaned into the embrace. “I don’t want to. I wouldn’t, not on purpose. But even when I try not to think about it I think about it more.” He frowned a bit as he toyed with Athos’ arm.
“Versions of us perhaps” Athos said, but not them. Not really. “Sweetheart I’d do anything if I could including convincing your brain. It’s as stubborn as the rest of you can be” he rubbed one hand up and down D’Artagnan’s arm. “We need to find you some better distractions” he said softly, trying to think of anything which might possibly help.
“It’s confusing.” D’Artagnan felt better with the sword and things he’d obtained from the dreams near. When they were apart he wasn’t sure what to occupy his mind with. It felt like pieces of him were missing. Those were items his other self wore daily. Items he’d likely be dead without. “You don’t think it means we’ll become them?” He raised an eyebrow and then looked over at one of the sheathed daggers he’d left on the nightstand nearby. “I guess it isn’t all that logical since we aren’t in Paris or anything.” D’Artagnan shrugged and then rested his head back against him. “Like what?”
It could be confusing, it was true. Even Athos felt a higher level of comfort when he was carrying his dream weaponry. “I don’t think we’ll become them” Athos told him, “I can’t imagine not loving you the way I do now. I refuse to lose you in any way D’Artagnan” He shook his head, “I don’t think we’ll be moving to Paris and becoming musketeers too soon. For a start there’s no french monarchy anymore” Athos hummed in thought, “Well maybe some kind of new hobby” he suggested, “Or maybe something closer to home...” he kissed his neck with a smile.
“I hope not. I don’t want that either.” He liked the other them but not if it meant losing Athos. He wasn’t ready for that, and he knew they weren’t a couple in the dream world. “I suppose there is that. It might be a bit weird anywhere else.” He shrugged, seeming a little less worried then. Tilting his head to give him a bit more room he grinned. “close to home hm? Whatever could you mean by that.” He teased in a sing song tone and gave him an innocent smile.
Athos refused to become the other him, he loved D'Artagnan too much to ever let that happen. The dream them were great but they weren't them. "Yep, it really would. Weird in any modern century too" he added before smiling wickedly, "Hmmm well I could show you, it might be more...effective that way" he said, hand sliding under his shirt as he continued to lick and suck D'Artagnan's neck and shoulder.
D’Artagnan sighed contently, beginning to relax a little more with the familiar and welcomed touch. But he couldn’t help but laugh some. “You’d think I deprived you. Or am I that desirable?” He teased him, fully not believing the second one for a minute as he let himself loosen up some. His eyes slid shut half way at the warm tingling sensations Athos’ mouth caused. He leaned back against him, enjoying the strong feeling of that arm against him. “This could definitely be a hobby I think...”
“Not deprived, I’m just insatiable for you. You are the most desirable person I’ve ever come across” Athos told him honestly, lips moving against his skin. Letting his thumb brush over a nipple he smiled, “One of the best hobbies I think”, he tilted D’Artagnan’s head back a little more to kiss him properly.
“Good answer.” His voice hushed some as he watched him through half lidded eyes. His own lips parted just slightly at the feel of his fingers. A soft breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding escaped him as Athos teased that bud of flesh, his skin tingled pleasurably in reaction to the sensation. Dark hair half covering his eyes as he traced a finger along Athos’ arm. “Mnh.” He could only make a pleasurable noise in agreement. He returned that kiss,t deepening it after a moment as he shifted to get a bit more comfortable to do so.
Athos savoured those little breaths and shivers that he felt from D’Artagnan and when his boyfriend shifted Athos moved him so he was practically sat in his lap. It was intimate, comfortable and much better for kissing each other senseless. Both hands were now under D’Artagnan’s shirt and he stroked his skin as they kissed.
His arms went around Athos’ neck, fingertips wapping gently into his hair and toying with the dark locks of it. He settled comfortably in his lap practically straddling him against the couch. He watched him intently as he felt those fingers against his skin. His tongue brushed against Athos’ own teasingly. The yoga thing did have one benefit since he actually attempted practicing it for an entire week, he could hold his breath just a little longer than he could before. Aramis had said it was a breathing thing or something like that. D’Artagnan had mostly blocked him out when it came to that ridiculous sport, but maybe he was onto something.
He hadn’t ever said but Athos loved it when D’Artagnan played with his hair, it was a little long at the moment and he should think about getting it cut. He hummed in pleasure as D’Artagnan’s tongue touched his own, he could seriously do this all day. He loved being so close and kissing D’Artagnan was something he honestly never wanted to stop doing. Though he did notice the need for air took longer to come than normally.
This was something he could never imagine the other versions of them doing. It was something he'd miss deeply if they ever did become like them. The last thing he wanted to do was lose that closeness. The other Athos was just so serious and D’Artagnan couldn't even imagine kissing him like this. He finally had to part to breathe. "I could get used to this hobby. " He mused a little drunk on his touch.
Even Athos couldn't imagine dream him doing this, he felt a pang of sadness for his dream self. He would miss the chance to love and be loved by the most exquisite young man who ever lived. Athos liked his life and he planned to hang onto it. "Mmm I'm glad because I could too" he smiled.
“Makes me wonder if the other us ever get to this point. Porthos and Aramis rather seem similar..” He had picked up on their closeness even in dream alternate universe. He often caught himself wondering if there was something more than friendship there, and if his dream self picked up on that either. “It seems like things are much harder for all of them. Though I feel fairly similar to the other me too I think. He didn’t have much either until you lot came along.” He drew his fingers along Athos’ jawline affectionately as he kissed him gently.
“It’s harder for us I think. I have the complicated ex-wife and you have the attentions of Constance” Athos said, “Porthos and Aramis are less complicated in that respect” he smirked slightly. “Dream me was much more tormented until you came along, you gave him a new purpose. He believes in you far more than he lets on and he’s proud of you too. Now that is something we do share, dream Athos and I” he smiled returning the kiss.
“Hm..” Was his response to that. He really didn’t care for their dream selves love complications. Especially concerning Milady. “I honestly can’t tell whether or not those two are together there either.” He shrugged and then Athos was being a moosh again and he gave him a shy little smile.”Did all that did I?” He then rested his cheek against Athos’ chest, leaving his arms comfortably hanging around his neck. “Your hair is getting long.” He commented offhandedly as he toyed with some of the locks idly. He didn’t mind it, but he did notice the little things when it came to Athos.
Athos couldn’t say that Milady or Constance were subjects he particularly wanted to dwell on. Neither were here, thank goodness and he was happy for it to stay that way. “It’s possible, though not as committed as they are now here if that’s the case” Athos replied. “Mmm you did” he said, pressing a kiss to D’Artagnan’s hair, “”I know. I need to get it cut soon. I’m lacking time and inclination” he added.
D’Artagnan only smiled at that gentle touch. He was content to stay in Athos’s arms for a while. He watched him through half lidded eyes as he rested his chin on the man's shoulder to inspect the length of said hair. " As long as you don't get that mountain man look again." He said teasingly and nipped playfully at his earlobe while he was in the area.
“Maybe I will” Athos teased him, “Maybe I will drag you off to live in a cave in the mountains. Just keep you there for me alone” he said, before giving a little growl and kissing D’Artagnan’s neck, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin there.
He laughed at that and shook his head. "I'm low maintenance but I don't know if even I could handle that. I like electricity. " He shuddered at the feel of those teeth and grinned. "Keep that up and maybe I'll consider it. " D'Artagnan teased him and pressed against him provocatively.
“Maybe just here then instead of a cave” Athos amended before chuckling at D’Artagnan’s next words, “Mmm okay, that’s easily done” he spoke, lips against his skin as he continued to lick and suck D’Artagnan’s neck and slid down to his shoulder as he pulled him even closer.
The corner of his lips curved into a grin as he tilted his head to give him a bit more room to work with. He seemed to have a bit of a weak spot for the neck. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around Athos’ neck a bit more comfortably. He shifted some so he could wrap his legs around Athos’ waist, pressed contently against him. “Hm. Keep me here? How terrible.” He murmured in a playful tone.
Athos had a weak spot for all of D’Artagnan really it was just that his neck was easily accessible and the skin was very sensitive. Athos wrapped his arms around D’Artagnan as the other practically straddled him. “Mmm keep you here at my mercy all day” he replied his own tone playful too.
“All day hmm?” It was sensitive, it caused a moan to spill from his lips. He chuckled at that and closed his eyes part way from pure reaction to the pleasure Athos’ teeth provided. His brain no longer wanted to focus on anything except Athos. He’d never experienced love this strong. If he wasn’t careful he would actually forget to interact with anyone else at this rate, it wouldn’t be hard to convince him to do exactly what Athos suggested. His pants grew increasingly uncomfortable, his hips ground against Athos’ own.
Athos hummed in agreement, “Night too” he murmured relishing that moan. As much as Athos really would love to keep D’Artagnan to himself he knew it wouldn’t be healthy for either of them. But time together was nice and Athos would make sure they had a good amount of it. “Mmm D’Artagnan” Athos breathed, his own hips moving up in response. Their erections rubbing through clothing.
“Don’t think I’d fight it much.” He said in a barely audible tone, a teasing timbre as he reached a hand down to undo Athos’ pants. He knew he needed other interaction, but Athos was addictive. He could make him feel so many things he’d never thought he’d be able, and D’Artagnan thrived on it. His hand wrapped around Athos, stroking him gently.
Athos smiled at his response, D’Artagnan was extremely good for Athos’ ego. He gasped as his pants were undone and D’Artagnan took him in hand. His young boyfriend was learning quickly, and becoming a lot more confident in this area. Athos captured his lips in a passionate and rather filthy kiss.
For a moment his hand stopped, his attention preoccupied by the lips against his own. He returned it hungrily, his hand then continued it’s massaging. D’Artagnan was a fast learner. He always had been, and it applied to most things. Athos’ kiss ignited a sense of need in him. He wanted to do whatever it was that would please him. The kiss stole his breath away and he could only melt in his embrace for a moment, a sound of pleasure muffled against his lips.
Athos’ breath caught and his heartbeat was erratic as D’Artagnan continued to stroke him between their bodies. Athos slid his own down to sneak into his boyfriends pants and return the favour. “Too many clothes” he managed to get out between heated kisses.
“Mhm.” Was all he managed between said kisses, his mind occupied with other things that weren’t making conversation. “Fix it.” He let his lips curve upward into a smirk as he removed his hand for a moment and attempted to wriggle out of his own. Then he went back to rubbing at him gently. “What was that thing you wanted to do before?” He murmured against his ear as he nipped at it playfully. The one thing he hadn’t let Athos do yet was take him from behind. He’d been a bit afraid of the idea, but just maybe not so much anymore. He knew Athos wouldn’t purposefully hurt him. If he wanted him to stop he was sure all he had to do was say so.
Athos didn’t need telling twice and he got both him and D’Artagnan out of their clothes in record time. And then D’Artagnan was touching him again and just about short circuiting his brain. He held his breath at the question before releasing it slowly, he took D’Artagnan’s wrist to still his hand as he looked into his eyes, “Are you sure?” he asked. Athos wanted to take D’Artagnan, to be with him in that way. But he didn’t want to push or pressure him. He could wait until his boyfriend was completely ready.
He stopped for a moment as Athos took his hand and nodded. “I think so.” The first time he’d attempted, he’d been worried about it. But now he wasn’t so much.”I want to try.” He still had a few nerves, but not the bad sort anyway. He met Athos’ gaze with his own, his breath uneven, but it soon caught up as he had a moment to breathe.
“Then we can try” Athos smiled at him, placing a soft gentle kiss on his lips. Athos would stop the moment D’Artagnan told him to, he’d never hurt him. Moving D’Artagnan’s hands up around his neck he pulled him closer so D’Artagnan was sat in his lap their cocks brushing together. Now he would seduce his boyfriend properly and hope D’Artagnan relaxed enough to enjoy everything.
“I trust you.” And he did entirely. D’Artagnan returned the kiss warmly. His arms resting comfortably around Athos’ neck as he was shifted about a faint pinkish hue on his cheeks. He wanted to try, the idea was a bit nerve wracking, but Athos presence alone was relaxing. His fingertips toying with his shoulder blades, drawing little shapes on his back as he watched him intently.
“Just relax and let me love you” Athos whispered against his lips before kissing him deeply. He only released him when they both needed to breathe again and then he lay D’Artagnan down along the sofa and began kissing and touching his way down the beautiful boys body. Teasing his nipples, stroking his stomach, kissing his thighs before he let his breath brush over his erection.
“Mm I can manage that.” He murmured against his lips before his own were crushed in that kiss. D’Artagnan returned it hungrily, the taste of him addictive. His eyes fluttered shut under the intensity of it and only when he ran out of air did he open them again to watch Athos. Lying back against his couch, he smirked some. He had an idea of why he had a hard time picking a new home, he was attached to this one. It had so many memories in it for him. The muscles in his stomach tightened a bit nervously in anticipation, but the warmth of his breath caused him to feel more comfortable.
Even Athos would have to admit he was rather fond of this home, mostly thanks to the memories he’d made with D’Artagnan. It had really been the other man who had made it feel like a home before then it had just been Athos’ base. But they were beginning to accumulate more things now, both singularly and jointly. Athos stroked D’Artagnan’s stomach when he noticed it tightening before he licked the erect cock in front of him, running his tongue along it before taking the tip into his mouth and sucking.
As much as he liked the house hunting for their own place, he found it difficult. He considered Athos' current home their home and was finding it hard to leave it. Maybe they'd find a place, but he really wasn't in a huge hurry to do so now. He gasped at the warmth of his mouth and seemed to relax at his touch. Of course that sense of relaxation only lasted a moment, but it was enough for him to transition from nerves to pleasure. Pleasure rippled through his body as Athos sucked at him. He was unable to stop a moan of his name as he arched his back some and gripped at the cushions of the couch.
Athos was concerned that since it had been his place before D’Artagnan moved in that the other man wouldn’t feel that it was his. But if D’Artagnan was happy to stay where they were then Athos was too.
When D’Artagnan arched his back Athos took the opportunity to place a small cushion underneath his lower back raising his ass a little. Moving his hand down to stroke D’Artagnan’s cock he moved his lips and tongue down to his balls before briefly sliding it over his hole. Just small little brushes of his tongue over it, while his hand still moved on his cock.
There wasn’t much more thought of the subject when he felt Athos’ sweet caresses continue, he couldn’t really focus anymore to think. It was like everything that had once been on his mind had turned purely to fuzz and his body reacted to the teasing by sending electric waves of pleasure through him. Athos seemed to know exactly how to get him to react, exactly the right touches to send him over the edge. Bits of precum spilled from him, and his muscles tensed again. He was unable to hold back much longer, His eyes shut in pure bliss as he released.
His chest heaving for air and his legs spread a bit, he held onto Athos’ couch for support as he felt that hand linger there. A few beads of sweat gathered on his skin. D’Artagnan didn’t move away, he meant it when he said he trusted him.
Athos still couldn’t believe how reactive D’Artagnan was, though he was also grateful he was so young, it meant his recovery time was quicker. By the time Athos was entering him he’d be hard again, Athos would make sure of it. Waiting for him to recover a little Athos simply stroked his tongue over and around D’Artagnan’s ass, biting his cheeks a little to enjoy his reactions. When he thought he was ready Athos slowly let his tongue enter D’Artagnan, lubricating him while also letting him get used to something being in there.
For a moment he just breathed out the orgasm, his eyes comfortably closed.With his energy levels nearly back to normal it wouldn’t take long at all for him to get hard again. But for the time being he just enjoyed the content feeling it left him with. Of course it didn’t remain long, he gasped in surprise and looked over at Athos a little haughtily for that. His brows furrowed some at the strange sensation of the wet tongue. It wasn’t terrible, it was just something he wasn’t used to. He chewed at his lower lip as he tried to get accustomed to it. He doubted he would, but he endured. His pride wouldn’t allow him not to after he’d said he’d let him. After a moment or so his body relaxed a bit, tension in his muscles fading a little at a time.
As busy as he was Athos did notice the haughty look and would have chuckled if he hadn’t been a little busy at the time. He focused on the task at hand and when he felt D’Artagnan relax a little he lubed up his finger and after a few more licks removed his mouth. He didn’t go straight into it, instead he looked up at D’Artagnan as he nuzzled into his crotch, sucking on the tip of his cock a little tasting the cooled come. Licking his cock he slowly let his finger stroke over and around the little hole before pushing just the tip in. Pulling out again he continued this for a while until he managed to get his whole finger inside D’Artagnan. All the while watching for signs D’Artagnan wanted him to stop, because he would if it was needed.
He gripped his hands on the couch. He couldn’t decide what else to do with them for the time being. A groan escaped his lips at Athos’ careful touch. D’Artagnan was still a little nervous but didn’t tell him to stop. He nodded, his lips parting as he released a sharp breath. It was uncomfortable at first, but then he seemed to loosen up a bit. His brain even drifting off into a pleasurable fog for a moment. Once again he was hard, and he grit his teeth under the new sensation.
Knowing it would be uncomfortable was one of the reasons Athos took it slowly, allowing D’Artagnan to adjust to the feeling and become comfortable. Seeing his boyfriend was now hard once more Athos smiled, putting more lube around his ass he let another finger enter moving them in and out as he searched for that spot which he knew D’Artagnan would love. All the while murmuring words of love and assurance as well as kisses to his thighs and cock.
He was sensitive and young and could easily recover more than once when it came to Athos’ touch. His stomach muscles tensed again as he felt the second finger, and then he attempted to focus on breathing; and it seemed to help. His body took a moment to adjust to the foreign feeling before he began to finally relax again. In the process he’d bitten his lip hard enough to draw a little blood, and he winced.
Athos was proud of D’Artagnan as the boy relaxed to the touch, he smiled against his skin pressing a kiss there before looking up at D’Artagnan and noticing his lip. “Careful baby” he said, raising his other hand to touch just under the bite on his lip. He curled the fingers inside his boyfriend slightly to add to the sensation and search for his prostate. If he could touch that bundle of nerves inside him D’Artagnan would go wild, though maybe he should search that out with his cock instead.
It took him a little while to do so, but when he managed to relax it didn't feel as weird. It almost felt normal. Well not entirely, but at the very least it wasn't causing him pain. "S'okay." He managed through a brain full of fog and words like a jumble. He shuddered as Athos continued to feel around, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. then he saw Athos' free hand and nipped the finger that came near playfully. His body writhed some under his gentle caresses.
Chuckling at the attempt to bite his finger Athos decided it was time, D'Artagnan was relaxed and playful so he slowly removed his fingers and after applying some more lubrication to his ass as well as Athos' own cock he moved into position at his boyfriends entrance. "Pain will be there but it'll be brief I promise" he said before claiming D'Artagnan's lips in a deep kiss to stop him thinking, legs pushed up he also then slid his hand to his lovers cock stroking as he pushed in as slowly and gently as possible.
Had it not been for that distracting kiss, he might have let out a rather undignified whimper of initial discomfort, but fortunately for him he wasn’t able. His lips were fused with Athos’ own, and his chest tight in nervous anticipation. His knuckles turned white as he gripped at the couch, shifting to attempt to spread his legs a bit more. He felt a few beads of moisture touch the corners of his eyes thanks to the shock of the foreign feeling but he didn’t tell Athos to stop. Instead he just kissed him more, using his hands to support himself from buckling under him. A muffled sound escaped his lips as his body reacted, to his surprise allowing Athos to continue, the pain beginning to numb.
Athos would have stopped had D’Artagnan not used the kisses to hide his discomfort, which was probably a good thing as it would be uncomfortable before it felt better. But he desperately didn’t want to hurt D’Artagnan, especially not his first time. Though it was practically impossible not to experience some pain the first time. Once fully inside D’Artagnan he stopped, allowing the other to get used to being full. Pulling back he looked at his boyfriend and frowned when he saw the tears, bringing a hand up to brush them away, “I can stop, we don’t have to carry on darling” his tone full of love and care.
D'Artagnan knew Athos was being as gentle as he could be, which was why he didn't want to say anything in the first place. When he felt his boyfriends fingers brush away the liquid that had gathered despite his best efforts not to let it, he mirrored that frown. His hand reaching for the others and settling gently on top of it, giving it a squeeze. "I'm okay now, really." The tears hadn't kept flowing, it was just a momentary thing. They had in fact stopped now that he was more used to the feeling. "I don't want you to stop." He was just going to need to adjust to it. And eventually he did. His breathing even stopped being so sharp, the whiteness of his knuckles faded as he loosened his grip on the couch beneath him. "I'm okay, really. If its too much I'll say so." He brought the hand he held to his lips to kiss it gently.
Athos watched D'Artagnan closely as he spoke but believed him when he said he was okay. "I just don't ever want to hurt you" he said as his hand was kissed. It was with some irony that he realised D'Artagnan was reassuring him when it should have been the other way around. "I'm going to move a little, tell me if you're uncomfortable at any point but it should start feeling good soon" he promised before moving back slowly almost out of his body before returning. Building the rhythm carefully.
D’Artagnan hoped the discomfort would fade. He should have known some would be there. It wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do, he should have known that going in. He misjudged how it would feel was all. He moved Athos’ arm down so he could tangle his fingers in his hand and hold it instead. “I know. I’m okay.” He murmured, his voice a little rough when Athos started to move. At first it was uncomfortable, but then Athos found that spot that caused a shock wave of pleasure to flood his body. His lips parted in a gasp of good surprise. Everything he felt was intensified, including the pleasure.
Their joined hands reassured Athos, D’Artagnan would be able to tell him things via that touch which he would be able to pick up on without the need to say it. Though words and touches weren’t needed to know when Athos hit that place inside, he watched D’Artagnan’s face fill with pleasure as he gasped. God but that was a lovely sight. Everything else melted away and Athos’ entire attention was on pleasing D’Artagnan, making his first time a very good one. He made sure to enter him in exactly the same way, continuing to hit that spot and let pleasure fill D’Artagnan’s body. He placed a kiss on his chest, right over a nipple as he moved so in love with this man it was almost impossible.
His eyes rolled back in pure bliss as Athos repeated the process. Sounds he could no longer keep as soft as he might have attempted came from him. His lips parted for air as it was once again stolen away by Athos’ movements and touch. He could no longer focus on the world around them, only breathing to make sure he continued to do so. Athos filling him caused every little touch to intensify. His hand gripped Athos’ own, though this time not in pain or discomfort.
A combination of things told Athos that D’Artagnan was okay, the largest being the feeling of his body pulsing around Athos’ cock and the look on his face. Leaning forward a little he placed a kiss on D’Artagnan’s mouth as he reached down to take hold of his cock and stroke slowly in time to his thrusts.
It was fairly easy to see given the proper amount of time that D’Artagnan was definitely okay. More than that, it was finally starting to feel pleasurable. He encouraged Athos through moans of pleasure until they were caught up by a kiss, which he deepened and let his tongue brush the others. A crimson hue splashed over his cheeks as Athos brought him near to the edge. A few beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and his muscles tightened around the throbbing muscle inside him. His breathing was ragged and his hand gripped a little tighter at Athos’ own. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but the pleasure outweighed the minor discomfort.
Athos loved the look of pleasure on D’Artagnan’s features and the kiss which turned almost desperate. When those muscles tightened Athos almost lost it but managed to hang on to his control, barely. He encouraged D’Artagnan to come for him, dirty words whispered into his ear as he moved both inside and the hand still on D’Artagnan’s cock. He wanted them to come together and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on if D’Artagnan’s muscles continued to contract.
His eyes were glazed with emotion as he returned that kiss. He could barely keep them focused with the way Athos moved. It didn’t take him long with those continued strokes and squeezes to reach the end of bliss and release that pent up liquid. He could practically hear his heart pounding in his ears as he attempted to not keep himself upright. He broke the kiss only to try to catch his breath.
Feeling D’Artagnan’s release triggered his own and Athos held him tightly as he cried out, panting into his boys neck as he came deep inside him. Slowly as he came back to himself his hands gentled on D’Artagnan’s body and he placed soft kisses on the skin beneath his lips. “Okay?” he asked softly, lifting up a little to look at D’Artagnan’s face, love shining in his eyes.
D’Artagnan was spent. His entire body shuddered in reaction to the simultaneous action. He had to wait a moment before he could find words to respond. His mind still far off in that wonderful fog. He just focused on regaining his breath. His eyes watching Athos’ own for a moment in silence, just for a moment memorizing that look, a shaky hand caressing Athos’ jawline as he came near. “Better than okay. “He finally managed to find his voice and chuckled at that seemingly silly question. “Amazing.” He paused for a moment as he grinned up at him. “I’m dead fucking tired now.” He commented, regarding his earlier lack of ability to sleep, a teasing tone to his words, but truth there as well. “I love you.”
Okay so maybe it was a silly question but Athos’ brain was just screaming at him to make sure he was alright. Beyond that there wasn’t much thought, his brain was simply a haze of wonder. He nuzzled into the hand on his face before he grinned, “Properly shagged out are you?” Athos said in response to that teasing tone, before he leaned in to kiss him sweetly, “I love you too D’Artagnan, very much”