D'Artagnan has the Devil's Luck (devilsluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-04 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, athos, d'artagnan |
Who:D'Artagnan and Athos
What:Alone time
When:after Bee moved in-of course the same night he likely went out to do laundry so not actually there XD
Where:Their home
Warnings:D'Art took some advice from a recent chat with Remy-sexytime
Rating:High-nc-17
D’Artagnan had known Athos wasn’t overly excited about the idea of having a near stranger with them for a few days, but so far he’d taken it well enough. The brunette decided to do something for him. He’d gone a few days without getting into any fights, or raiding the house for candy but that was just the start. See, he was trying to do good. It was just exceedingly hard at times.
When Athos and Bee had both gone out to do whatever thing they needed to do that day, D’Artagnan decided to try his luck in the kitchen. Normally it would be a recipe for disaster, but he was very carefully studying the instructions for a simple pasta Aramis had given him once. He was determined to make it right this time on his own and have it ready for when Athos returned home. However the water was taking it’s sweet time in boiling, and D’Artagnan was getting impatient watching it. If looks could kill they’d all be in trouble, he was glaring at the pot as though it would help the food cook faster and trying to keep an eye on time.
It wasn’t that Athos didn’t like the boy, he did, he seemed like a good kid. It was just that he was used to being able to relax at home with D’Artagnan but felt like he had to be on edge, just in case. Working for the CIA for so long had jaded him a little. But he’d been civil to Bee and even managed to remember some of the sign language he’d learnt years ago.
Athos had headed into work to take care of some paperwork but as soon as that was done he realised it was a quiet day and he wasn’t really needed so headed home early. Bee would likely still be out so it would be nice to spend some time with D’Artagnan alone again. Entering the house he headed to the living room, but there was no D’Artagnan. He knew he was here because the car was still in the drive. “D’Artagnan?” he called looking in their bedroom, but then he heard noises in the kitchen. He wondered if his boyfriend was candy hunting.
D’Artagnan didn’t ask where Bee went to when he went out. It wasn’t his business. He hadn’t brought him to their home to keep track of him or anything, he’d only done it figuring the guy deserved to be in a safe place. How much safer could you get between the two authority figures? He’d explained to Athos where Bee had been staying initially was one of their frequent sting operations when he worked for the police. He didn’t feel good about him or anyone being there at all.
“In the kitchen.” D’Artagnan was still a bit turned off by candy, so Athos could at least rest in that area for the time being.
Athos would have liked to keep a bit of a closer eye on him but respected that D’Artagnan wanted to leave him to his own devices. He was in total agreement that the boy couldn’t have stayed in his original dwelling, that area wasn’t good for anybody. He was just slightly put out of joint that D’Artagnan had brought him to their home knowing very little about him and not really having thought about Athos either. It wasn’t like there was much choice other than to say he could stay and that made Athos feel uncomfortable.
Heading to the kitchen he smiled as he saw D’Artagnan at the stove, “What are you doing?” he asked curiously.
He’d promised him it wasn’t going to be for long. He was going to help him find a new place, even if he had to help the kid out for a bit-he’d manage. He knew Athos hadn’t been very comfortable with things, so he was glad they seemed to have the evening to themselves.
“Cooking you dinner.”Or trying in any case. There was already wine set out, he reached for one of the glasses and handed him one. “Bee’s out. It’s just us.” He gave him a sheepish look. “I think it’s almost done..But it could also be taunting me.” He glowered at the oven timer again, the recipe that was on the counter was clearly one of Aramis’s creations. There was no way D’Artagnan would have tried otherwise. He burnt almost everything else.
The thing was even though Athos wasn’t happy with the situation he could never stay mad at D’Artagnan. His boyfriends heart was always in the right place and he honestly wanted nothing more than to help people. It was an endearing quality even when it wasn’t always convenient.
An almost bright smile spread over Athos’ face when D’Artagnan told him what he was doing, and it looked like he was doing a good job of it too. He took the wine with a nod and chuckled, “I’m sure it’s not taunting you. It smells and looks really good” he assured him, noting the recipe. Good old Aramis. “Want me to get plates out?” he offered.
That smile was worth all the trouble. Though he had made quite a mess in the process of things, the actual meal itself didn’t look a mess. He’d worry about the cleaning later. “Aramis taught me a couple things.” The sauce was not the one Porthos had shown him, but that was more complicated than he thought he could manage alone. He’d used a store bought for that part this time.
“You don’t need to do anything love.” Athos was always taking care of him, he wanted to do something for him this time. He nudged him toward a chair and had him sit instead while he got things set out. “I think it’s trying to. It just wants me to turn up the heat.” Somehow he’d managed to burn even the simplest of recipes with his short attention span. “Just rest.” For a moment he stopped to kiss him gently.
Athos didn’t care that D’Artagnan was a messy cook, he was just touched that he’d prepared a meal for him. They could clean up later, but a cosy night in together with a homecooked meal sounded wonderful to him. “I see that. He taught you well, I’m impressed” he said honestly.
Sitting as directed he watched D’Artagnan potter about as he sipped his wine and began to relax. “Just ignore it, the heats fine” he advised, returning the kiss and sliding a hand up D’Artagnan’s back in the process. He hoped they’d have a good few hours together.
He was fairly sure Bee could fend for himself where dinner was concerned, so he’d only thought to make enough for him and Athos. He liked the blond of course, but he too was missing having private time with his boyfriend. It was hard for him to want to do anything with other people around. D’Artagnan was glad for the time now.
“I suppose I could be persuaded to.” He murmured teasingly just above his lips as he slid down to straddle him for a moment. The food was supposed to be ready when he got home but suddenly he was glad it wasn’t. It still had a minute or two left. “Missed you.”
The young boy could definitely fend for himself, he’d been told he could use whatever was in the cupboards and fridge freezer. And they’d included him when they had takeaway a couple of nights ago. In general they all got along fine, it was just that Athos was used to more privacy. It was hard to get in the mood when there was a stranger sleeping a few doors away.
Athos wrapped his arms around D’Artagnan’s slim waist, hands resting on his rear. “Missed you too” he said, nuzzling him before claiming his lips once more.
D’Artagnan knew that feeling well. Apparently neither of them were into voyeurism. It was hard, but he would fix that later. “Mm I’ll show you just how much after dinner.” He teased as he drew a finger down Athos’ chest. He returned that kiss hungrily. Though there was something to say about absence making the bond stronger. His tongue touched over his lower lip as they parted for air, and just in time. The timer for the pasta had gone off, and D’Artagnan slipped reluctantly out of Athos’s arms. Tonight was going to be about pleasing him, he wanted to try Remy’s gift on the man afterward. He’d get Athos to relax one way or another.
He took their plates to fill them with the pasta and placed it in front of Athos.
Having sex on the beach with the chance of being spotted was very different to having sex knowing somebody else was in the house. But they'd survive. "Mm love that promise" Athos grinned, kissing him quickly once more when the timer went before releasing him. Athos was certainly in for a surprise night.
"This looks great love" he said, kissing D'Artagnan's hand, "Thank you"
It was very different. Probably not so much a bad thing either. Being cautious around nearly a stranger was something D’Artagnan knew he had to learn a little better. He would try, but naturally it would be hard for him to remember. He was impulsive by nature. “Hope you aren’t too tired from work.” He gave him a cheshire grin at that kiss and sat across from him. “It’s all I can do, but if you’re hungry later we can always order something in.” He had gotten a little more obsessive with good wines lately, so there was a bottle of red that had been frozen the night before on the table. It didn’t take him long to finish eating, he’d been hungry. He was always hungry.
Athos was definitely more cautious around strangers and new people, much more so than D’Artagnan. They may be needed a happy medium between them. “Never too tired” Athos replied with a grin, before shaking his head, “D’Artagnan, it’s wonderful. Absolutely perfect” And it was, the wine was a great choice too. A perfect match to the meal. Athos finished not too long after D’Artagnan, “Mmm wonderful. Thank you” he said, giving him a sweet smile.
D’Artagnan never assumed anything was wrong with it until the way Athos had been acting. He would try to remember it the next time something like this happened. But for now his mind was far from it. He reached for his hand and gave it a bit of a squeeze. “Wait until you see dessert.” He’d ordered cheesecake, noway was he going to try that one one his own. But that could wait until later. He stood to put away the plates. “Well there are a couple options of dessert really.” He teased him with a glance over his shoulder as he put the dishes in the sink for later.
Athos didn’t mind helping people but not at the risk of himself or those he loved. Had Bee turned out to be not what he was things could have ended badly. Returning the squeeze he smiled, “You’re spoiling me” he commented, when D’Artagnan threw that comment out and looked at Athos over his shoulder he moved into the kitchen. Resting his hands on D’Artagnan’s hips he moved in close behind him. “I think I know what’s number one on my list of tasty desserts” he said, nuzzling into him.
"Yeah and? " Half turned he gave him a coy little smile as he felt him press flush up against him. "You deserve it. " He grinned at that those hands and brushed his own gently on top of one of them. "Chocolate? Hmm...no that's mine. .." he teased him a little as if he really had to put effort into what he wanted.
“Well thank you love” Athos said before chuckling, eyes darkening with lust, “Nope, much better than chocolate. Much tastier” Athos teased in return, rubbing his free hand over D’Artagnan’s stomach.
"I love you of course I'm going to spoil you. " He was going to do it more often too if that was the result. His touch caused an instant reaction. A warm feeling to spread through his body. His backside pressed against Athos’s front. "Maybe we should go to bed early? " he teased in a suggestive tone.
“I love you” Athos said with a smile and a kiss to his cheek. He could see the reaction D’Artagnan was having and it matched Athos’ own, especially with D’Artagnan pressed against his front. “Mm I think that’s the best idea ever”
The things Athos' touch did to him was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. Not that he had any other reference to it, but the way he knew every spot that made him melt he didn't want any other. Every day he woke up next to Athos he was happy to see him. Of course-unless dreams caused him annoyance, but even then it was fleeting. He turned to take his boyfriend’s hand to lead him to bed. "Bee will be fine without us tonight. Besides I think he'll be out at least a few hours. I get you all to myself. " when they reached the bed he playfully nudged him down to it. .
Athos had experience but nobody had ever affected him the way D’Artagnan did, both physically and emotionally. He loved him rather desperately and was very grateful for every single day they had together. “I’m looking forward to being all yours” Athos told him as he sat himself on the bed and tugged D’Artagnan close.
D’Artagnan sat himself on Athos in a position where he could straddle him again. His legs on either side of the others, it wasn’t very comfortable but he didn’t really care much. His hand reached into the drawer beside the bed for a moment, pulling out a slender tube discreetly as he grinned at that response. “Good answer.” And distracted Athos with a deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around him to apply some of the warming lube to his hands before ditching the tube again. His hand slid down beyond Athos’s waistband to stroke him with the warm oil. His other hand began pulling his pants away from the man’s waist.
It had to be said that Athos was rather a fan of D’Artagnan straddling him, his hands immediately moving to cup his boyfriends ass. He was so focused on D’Artagnan’s face he didn’t notice him removed something from the bedside drawer. He definitely noticed when D’Artagnan stroked him though, “Oh god, babe. That feels really good” he moaned, realising he must have put something on his hands before touching Athos’ body.
D’Artagnan would have been sad if he wasn’t. But fortunately there seemed to be no problem with that. His hand continued to work at his cock after his pants were removed. His lips trailed down Athos’s chest. He liked getting that reaction out of him. His warm hand brushed the tip of his cock before sliding up to his mouth and sucking on our in a filthy teasing manner. He knew Athos liked to be in control of things, and this time wasn’t right for a blindfold with a stranger in the house but better get ready for a whole new world of pleasure Athos. D’Artagnan leaned up to kiss him deeply. "There's more where that came from. " He said softly above his lips.
No, no problem at all. In fact Athos was very much a fan of everything D’Artagnan was doing. Lips and hands were doing things he approved of and wanted more of too, especially when the hand on his cock brushed over his cock head. He pushed into the kiss somewhat desperately, he had gotten too used to being able to touch D’Artagnan and having their ‘guest’ around had deprived him of that. Athos definitely liked control but was willing to give it up to D’Artagnan, that was the depth of his trust. “Mmm really?” he murmured against his boyfriend’s lips, “Been researching things?” he teased.
He would have to try the blindfold thing sometime then. He was enjoying this though for now. Maybe they ought to have guests more often really if this was the result. His tongue rubbed against Athos’ own as he let him take it as far as he wanted before he had to breathe again. “Maybe.” He pushed him down so he was lying on his back instead of sitting up now and slid down between his legs. His own erection ignored for the moment. He did however pull his shirt away finally as he leant down to wrap his mouth around that erect muscle. His hands resting on either side of the other man’s legs, fingernails leaving slow marks on his skin. He looked up at him with amusement in his eyes. He was becoming rather well versed in pleasing him, the sounds he made only encouraged him more. He would remember exactly what caused them for later.
Once the house was theirs again D'Artagnan would find that Athos, while slightly dubious, would embrace the idea. Right now though he was content stealing his boyfriends breath away. He went easily, laying down but leaning on his elbows so he could see as D'Artagnan wrapped his lips around Athos' cock. He truly was becoming an expert when it came to pleasing Athos, something Athos himself was very impressed with. On a particularly deep suck he moaned louder and his head fell back.
He was a fast learner. Maybe not as good at details as Athos was, but he’d certainly try. He focused on breathing as he brought him deep into his throat. His eyes half closing at the strange sensation. It wasn’t a bad one it was just a different one. D’Artagnan shifted his legs somewhat just so they didn’t cramp up underneath him and interrupt his fun of making his boyfriend melt. He tried not to gag himself at the same time, it was a little difficult. More so than the internet made it seem but that wouldn’t have been very sexy. His tongue teased the skin and he watched him contently. Only pulling away for a moment when he had to breathe properly, and still he licked the head as he did. “Relaxed yet?” He teased as he took him back into his mouth again to suck a little faster.
Athos thought he learnt perfectly well, details weren’t always as important as they seemed. As D’Artagnan took him into his throat Athos made sure not to let his hips move, he didn’t want his boyfriend to choke on him. He was doing so well though it was hard not to move. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he breathed fast, his excitement rather obvious. “Mmm fuck D’Artagnan” he moaned falling back completely on the bed, hand tugging D’Artagnan’s hair in encouragement.
Eyebrows went up at that statement, amused. That was what he intended to do. Fuck him into relaxing. It seemed to be working well so far. He sucked at him almost desperately and thought maybe he might try a bit more of that yoga stuff. It was helping so far with the breathing. He didn’t feel like he was suffocating as much as he thought he might doing this sort of thing. He just continued sucking. Fortunately for Athos he had a pretty good well of energy for this sort of thing.
It was unusual for Athos to swear but he couldn’t hold it back when D’Artagnan was practically sucking his brains out through his cock. It was incredible and his other hand fisted in the sheets of the bed and he panted out a warning to D’Artagnan that he was very close to coming. D’Artagnan’s well of energy was very much appreciated at times like these, more so than any other time really.
He was amused by it. It only encouraged him to continue. His hand pressing against him for support so he didn’t just fall. That wouldn’t be sexy either. It seemed like Remy’s tips were paying off though, watching Athos’s face twist up like that in pleasure caused a gentle expression to cross into his eyes. He liked being the one to cause that reaction. Fun as it was being on the other end, he wanted to please him. He’d been trying lately to stay out of trouble since bringing Bee home, this was only the start of his attempts to make him happy again. He’d noticed Athos become increasingly more tense since the boy moved in, pleasant enough but there was a difference. It was a tight politeness. D’Artagnan planned to suck it away from him. He pulled away a bit from his throat though as Athos warned him, but he still continued to message at him with his tongue and mouth. He just didn’t particularly want to choke.
D’Artagnan was causing a lot of pleasure, more so than even he probably realised. Athos was impressed with whatever his boyfriend had been reading and would encourage further discovery. Athos didn’t need gestures to make him happy, D’Artagnan did that naturally even with his little habit of getting into trouble. He came hard under D’Artagnan’s talented tongue and mouth and shouted out a muffled version of what could have been D’Artagnan’s name.
D’Artagnan watched him with dark lust filled eyes as he saw his body begin to tense like that. He’d done that. He swallowed some of it and brushed the bits that escaped his lips away as he sat up between Athos’ legs. “Relaxed yet?” He said again teasingly as for a moment he leant against his knee.
Athos huffed out a laugh, “You could say that” he managed before pulling D’Artagnan up to him so he could embrace him and place a kiss on his lips. “You are a wonder D’Artagnan” he said lovingly against his lips.
He was still slightly uncomfortable, but not entirely worried about it. “Did good then hm?” he mused as he shifted to rest in his arms instead. His palm pressed gently against his warm skin. ‘And you, always a flatterer.” He smiled as he kissed him affectionately. “Still have more things to try.” He nipped playfully at his lower lip.
“Very good” Athos told him with a smile, rather enjoying the daring confident side D’Artagnan was embracing. “I am not flattering I am simply stating a fact” he denied, kissing his lips repeatedly until D’Artagnan spoke. “Oh really? What else have you been learning?” he asked curiously.
When they’d first started out he was timid when it came to touching Athos, but that side of him was quickly becoming far more intrigued than anything else. He returned those kisses, his tongue teasing his lower lip, pleased with the praise. Sometimes it was just his ego that needed stroking. Athos did that quite nicely. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” He was enjoying the idea of teasing him for a while. His fingertips toyed with his chest idly.
He had been timid but Athos had understood and encouraged him when he had been, but he was glad D’Artagnan was getting bolder and braver. And of course, he would always stroke D’Artagnan’s ego whenever he could. “My little tease, I do love you so” Athos told him, kissing his jaw as he spoke.
“It’d be no fun to tell you everything.” He smiled and tilted his head some to let Athos have more room. He did love the attention. D’Artagnan was glad they had a little time alone finally. Not that it was horrible having a house guest in the big home of theirs, but it was good to have this level of intimacy without worry of interruption.
“That is true. If that was anything to go by I rather like these surprises” Athos told him, also glad to have their intimacy returned to them for a while. Having Bee around wasn’t terrible but did put a dampener on their sex life which, in all honesty, was pretty damn healthy.
“Should hope so.” He chuckled at that and let his eyes close as he rested his cheek against Athos’ shoulder. His warmth was comforting. D’Artagnan reached for one of the blankets to pull around them to properly snuggle with him. “It’s getting cooler finally.” He said softly, he noticed he didn’t need to turn on the A/C unit as much to be able to curl up with Athos anymore.
Athos smiled, kissing the top of D’Artagnan’s head, hugging him close as he pulled up the blankets. “It is. Let me know if you get too cold, we can put the heating on low” he offered stroking his back. Not that he thought it would ever get that cold but the house had heating if they needed it.
“Mm no. This is perfect.” He murmured as he let himself get comfortable. Between Athos and blankets he was perfectly toasty. It was enough to lull him into a light sleep.