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[Nate half-stumbles, half-steps out of his pants, now a sad puddle of denim on the floor while Rafe investigates him: he knows he's a mess, he always has been, but he likes to claim it gives him character. Given the intent in Rafe's hands he thinks it's a safe bet that the guy's been wanting to explore this particular terrain for a while, and who is he to neglect the opportunity for an expedition?

Tentatively licking into Rafe's mouth Nate makes quick work of his belt upon given a directive, following orders to the letter and feeling like a total idiot standing around in his shorts in sticky air that is the precise opposite of "warm." When the steam finally hits him he shivers, tugging on Rafe's pants sluggishly, as though the motion might remove them.

It's still an ungraceful gesture - and they all are, every time he tries to move with any real coherence - and he's still filthy, a mess of mud and speckles of blood from a small impact wound, too shallow to stitch and too deep to not require a bandage.

The soreness is largely dulled now, especially when he leans into Rafe's hands like a cat toward a source of heat.]

S'barely enough space for you.

[ Rafe rewards Nate's initiative with a low note of approval, somewhere between a hum and a growl before suckling Nate's lower lip between his teeth. ]

Then you'll just have to stay close. Won't you.

[ Since Nate obviously needs the help, Rafe releases his hand to push his boxer briefs and pants past his hips in one fell swoop to drop round his ankles. Stepping backwards out of the mess, he makes sure Nate follows by scratching dull nails down washboard abs to snag the waist of Nate's shorts and yanking him along. Said shorts are slowly but surely worked over sharply defined hipbones now free for Rafe to fondle much as he likes.

The water is hot enough to have him hiss into Nate's mouth but he doesn't flinch, not for a second. It'd take a hell of a lot more than that to stop him now that he's getting what he wants. Only Rafe's back hitting the wall gives him pause but even then he still pulls Nate in under the shower with him, until the breadth of Nate's shoulders take the brunt of the water and leave Rafe free and clear to start sucking bruises into his neck. ]

[Nate snorts in a decidedly ungentlemanly fashion, the sound catching in his throat when Rafe steps out of the rest of his clothes. The sight doesn't disappoint, even if Nate doesn't feel as though he's present enough to enjoy it in its entirety. Tempted - or encouraged - to follow with neatly trimmed nails digging into his stomach Nate steps into the spray of the shower after Rafe.

Rafe, who pries his wet, sticking boxers off of him like a candy wrapper, whose thumbs curl over the jut of his hips with a fondness that would be unnerving if Nate didn't find it so fucking hot.

...And speaking of hot, the water burns through him immediately, sinking into his bones, his marrow, a deeper place that hasn't Felt for weeks (maybe longer). Huddled over Rafe it's a nice kind of closeness, a river of something clean stretching across his skin while Rafe's mouth becomes familiar with his throat, and Nate groans in response.

Shifting a leg between Rafe's he allows a vague wander of his hands, fingers curling around Rafe's elbows, up the backs of his arms and squeezing when his mouth hits a particularly sensitive spot. Nate doesn't know what he wants save for closeness, and this is as close as he's gotten in a long time.]

[ Even though they're too close for Nate to see now, Rafe still preens. He'd seen the appreciative albeit dulled glint in Nate's eyes before he crowded them both in here. Nate helps the logistics even now and Rafe rewards him with a grateful grind against the thigh so nicely presented him.

Rafe proves himself a quick study, answering each tell with a speedy rejoinder. A follow-up bite, a longer lick, a teasing nibble whenever Nate's fingers dig into his arms with a yes, there. Nate's skin is a heady mix of salts, from sea spray and sweat and bloody scrapes, and he wants as many tastes as possible before most of it's washed away. His thumbs rub circles at Nate's hips for long minutes before he claims another proper kiss to share his findings. His tongue slides over Nate's even as he continues that lazy grind, the fingers at his hips clenching tight to somehow bring him even closer than they already are.

True, Nate isn't all there just yet... Rafe knew it before he'd politely yanked Nate in here, he wasn't blind. But there had been a glimmer of someone checking the lights after a long vacation away — why not help out with a little housewarming? If that meant the onus fell to Rafe for the time being, no matter. He never has been one to shy away from hard work and even more so when he knows the payout will be worth it. ]

Edited 2016-08-13 16:17 (UTC)

[Rafe is a fast learner, picking up on what he likes, what makes him moan, what makes his fingers tighten in Rafe's skin like he's trying to bury himself in the guy's muscle. Rafe accommodates and Nate wishes he was conscious enough to recognize the self-sacrificing efforts more appropriately, wishes he were capable of reciprocating without wanting to melt to the floor of the shower with the water before slipping down the drain.

Every so often those thumbs will catch the edge of his waist and Nate's hips jerk against him, cock at attention and Rafe's erection pressing into his thigh like a brand. Fingers stumbling to Rafe's shoulders Nate pushes in, an easy, slow grind, the mouth on his tasting of sweat and stress, earthy undertones of who the fuck gives a shit.

Nate licks into his mouth lazily, hot-damp and savoring the sensation of being inscrutably close and yet not close enough.]

'M not clean yet, [he observes, largely in response to the fact that he's apparently become a human buffet.]

[ He's the smaller of the two, lean to Nate's solid, but he's more than capable of holding up both their ends for the time being. If anything he stands the straighter the more Nate leans on him, one hand detaching from his hip to systematically grope its way round and up between Nate's shoulder blades. ]

Not yet,

[ comes the agreement, murmured in between swipes of his tongue over Nate's. Rafe's teeth worry playfully at his lower lip for a second before scraping roughshod back to steal a kiss. Long, steamy moments later he tacks on in a perfectly matter-of-fact tone, ]

Wouldn't make sense. Not when you're just going to get come everywhere.

[ Rafe has been matching Nate grind for grind, rutting back as if they have all the time in the world. After all, for all intents and purposes they do — up until the hot water runs out.

Some day they can put it to the test, see which goes tepid first: the shower or making out. But not today.

So it's with a rueful grin pressed to Nate's lips that Rafe brushes through dark curls to circle the base of Nate's cock. The touch is more catalog than caress at first, inspecting firsthand just what Nate has to offer and in it as all things, Rafe comes away more than pleased with what he finds. ]

[Not when he's just going to-]

Oh, God.

[Nate's teeth click against Rafe's and it feels like like a battle and more like a taking. An offering? He wants so desperately to please and is disappointed in himself for being so tired that the effort comes out sluggish, slow, and lazy. What should be a fierce kiss in return is an easy sucking on Rafe's lip, thumbs tracing the guy's clavicle.

Hips jerk involuntarily when a hand wraps around his dick, fingertips tripping the edges of the shaft and Nate whines into Rafe's mouth, half-embarrassed by the sound and more pleased by the sensation. The touch alone is enough that he slips out of the kiss, stumbling forward to brush his lips over Rafe's cheek before his forehead presses into Rafe's shoulder.]

Mmnh.

[ Nate may be disappointed but Rafe is anything but, satisfaction rolling off him as palpable as the steam around them. Pliant putty in his hands and Rafe's only started working him over. ]

What did you think I was aiming for? I know it's been a hell of a day but please. Give me some credit.

[ With his shoulder made available again, Rafe returns to those sucking nips that went over so well before. Even without help the water's rinsed away enough that Nate tastes entirely different — fresher, rawer but still with that same base component Rafe's getting to know oh so well.

The bites become gentler the higher he moves up Nate's neck to his ear until it can't even be called teasing, just a ghost of lips at the lobe. ]

Or did you just figure on me leaving once you were good and hard, whining like that... And then make you finish up on your own? [ A series of quiet tsks in Nate's ear before his tongue traces the shell. He takes no small amount of pride in the control necessary to speak calmly in spite of every temptation to be otherwise. ] I don't leave my partners in the lurch like that, Nate.

[Nate doesn't know what he expected because he tries not to expect anything from anyone these days, not when life can change so quickly. Not when loss can happen so fast.

Shoulder bared and panting heavily over Rafe's collarbone, inhaling the salt of his skin and the damp from the shower - clean water, wrung from a well and then run through a heater - Nate waits and shivers. Each minute kiss pressed to the juncture of his neck and shoulder sends another thrill of electricity through him and into his cock. With one hand now braced on the wall of the shower, the other clutching around Rafe and into the sharp wings of his back, Nate feels the heat between them muddle deliciously.]

'M tryin' not to assume, [he huffs with a weak laugh, because the thought alone is a painful one. Nate barely has it in him to stand at present, let alone get himself off.] You've-

[He bites back a groan and into his lip when soft, uncharacteristic kisses curl over his ear.]

You've got a way of being surprising.

[ A place for everything and for everything its place, right down to gentler techniques — even the ones Rafe isn't in the habit of using so much.

The first test drive doesn't happen on the Autobahn, not until all the parts are guaranteed to be in working order. Rafe has every intention of driving Nate to and over the edge but this first time? He can afford a more careful handling. Get a feel for it before seeing what he can really do behind the wheel. ]

Well, you know. Gotta keep it interesting.

[ Such as when he shifts gears and strokes faster along Nate's cock. Again, another time drawing it out can be the agenda but Rafe can now picture the shitshow if Nate collapses on him now and that mess? Not quite the kind of evening he's aiming for, and not the kind of performance that begs a repeat.

So Rafe tightens his grip, fingers stripping along slick and smooth between water and precum and he offers a pleased noise when Nate's cock presses against his thigh, leaving a momentary smear behind before it too is washed away. The mild frustration at that briefness shows in the bites he picks back to Nate's shoulder, feeling freer to leave such marks as won't be embarrassingly obvious given Nate can't keep a shirt buttoned to save his life. ]

[Test drive or not, Nate is doing his very best to keep up when everything seated in the pit of his stomach would rather ooze into a puddle. He's no Ferrari, but neither is he a Hummer, some reliable, in-the-middle spot that always gives a satisfying ride.

His hips jerk again when Rafe's hand pulls at his cock, slick and rubbing precum against a thigh and a delirious thought makes Nate want to apologize for it even as teeth sink into his shoulder and stuttered gasp breaks over Rafe's. (Were he more cognizant of everything going on in this period of over-stimulation, he might thank Rafe for graciously designating a place easily hidden for those bruises.)

Nate chokes on another sharp sound, shuddering as he presses closer into Rafe, every hard plane of his chest sharp and wet, the heat pounding his back from the showerhead, the expedited fistfucking below the belt. It's debilitating, this sensation, fingers clutching another man's shoulder blade while his forehead presses into a neck, drinking the humidity deep.]

I'm gonna- Rafe, 'm gonna come-

[ Maybe it's lucky that Nate's focus is elsewhere and that Rafe has his mouth buried in the meat of Nate's shoulder, with no way to see the feral grin that spreads from ear to ear. It's a small allowance for himself, the only way he lets on how much this small victory is as much a thrill as the simpler eroticism of Nate's cock straining against his palm.

But the second passes and the smile stays contained, and Rafe's voice is still smooth as silk when he answers right in Nate's ear. ]

So what are you waiting for?

[ Hell, Rafe strokes him off even faster now while his teeth drag down the column of his neck to worry what'll have to be a fantastic hickey in the dip of Nate's clavicle. come morning. ]

Edited (wow i need to go to bed i'm messing up all over) 2016-08-23 05:58 (UTC)

[He barely feels the teeth, another relentless pressure to join the water, the clench around his dick. Nate feels as though he's a bottle rocket about to go off, too much tension, tired of being stressed every second of every day, weary with the weight of grief.

A good Samaritan in the shape of an employer with pale eyes and a firm grip, a steadying hand to guide him when he falters, gently nudge him in a new direction when he treads water. Normally navigation and hand-jobs don't mix, but Nate is willing to make an exception if the guy who feeds him purpose piece-by-piece also happens to enjoy jerking him off.]

F-Fffuck,

[he manages hoarsely, feeling something twitch, a shuddering that rolls over every muscle in his body when he accidentally kisses Rafe's shoulder, breathes heavily on his skin. Nate comes and it feels like a pressure valve being eased open, steam releasing while Rafe leaves his mark, written in flesh.]

OhGod. [His hands shake in spite of their convenient anchor, and Nate laughs weakly, hips pushing the last attempt into his partner.] Oh man. Shit.

[Squinting down at the white on Rafe's fingers and thigh Nate offers a quiet "sorry" and turns his head to press his lips to the corner of Rafe's jaw.]

[ Hey, sometimes a guy just needs a steadier hand than his own on his rudder.

Rafe's words offer quiet, smug encouragement as Nate comes — barely audible under the streaming hiss of water but the meaning more than clear. All approving, all more than pleased with the reactions he milks out of Nate with sure and steady fingers. If it weren't for the shower running he'd probably try to lick his hand clean, one more taste to file away under "D" (for Drake, obviously); but Rafe knows it would be rinsed away too quick to properly savor. A damn shame.

But then there's the murmured apology on his skin and Rafe's eyes roll. Seriously? "Sorry?" ]

Shut up.

[ Maybe harsh words given the what and where, but Rafe's tone eases the blow— Good-natured teasing with a smile that says the same before he snakes his head round to capture Nate's lips into a real kiss. More proprietary than earlier now that Rafe has solidified his claim and enough to keep Nate occupied as Rafe shifts aside, lines up to grab his own cock alongside Nate's. It may prove a little much, with Nate softening and likely oversensitive from it, but Rafe can't imagine it'll take long as he begins working them both over. A satisfied noise is sealed between their lips while Rafe's eager hips buck in hopeful imitation of what he'd prefer to be doing right now. ]

[Whatever satisfied platitudes Rafe is mumbling while Nate comes down from the plateau he just crested, sucking in deep gasps of air, no one could say. A call for silence is all he hears while his thumbs rub the expanse of Rafe's slick skin, while their chests touch and the proximity makes him drunk before he gets snared in a kiss. Humming weakly against Rafe's mouth, a lazy exploration, it seems only natural for them to move from beneath the shower head while he feels his blood slow again.

Worse yet - Rafe still has him in hand and another cock is like a hot iron against him, prickling flesh and wanton, desperate presses of his hips. Overstimulated but hungry Nate clutches at Rafe and pushes, slippery with cum, into his fist and snaps his teeth over a lip.]

C'mon. [It's hoarse, almost an agony to say.] Come on me.

[ Worse is a hell of a pejorative given how Nate reacts, still pressing for more even now, and doubly so given his rasped command. Rafe grins viciously against Nate's teeth, biting a kiss back as he pumps his squeezing fist faster and faster. His nails dig round the jut of Nate's vertebrae to ensure the proximity that does Nate in so soundly, and that Rafe finds himself getting giddy on.

A dark chuckle bubbles up while Rafe keeps himself on edge a moment longer, then two, before doing as Nate so politely asked and spilling himself against Nate's abdomen. He could have lasted longer, Christ knows, but not at all bad for an initial run. ]

You look good like that, [ he all but purrs, silently promising himself another occasion where such decoration won't vanish so quickly. Ducking his head, he inadvertently nuzzles at Nate in his attempt to catch sight in spite of the way they press together. ] Right in the palm of my hand.

[It's too much and Rafe knows it, is prolonging the inevitable collapse while Nate shivers against him until something hotter than the water spatters his stomach and Nate whimpers back into Rafe's mouth. Skin prickling, body aching like he's been dragged up and down the Scottish mountains, he lifts his chin for a better gasp of the air around them.

Salt under the freshwater. Rafe's hand around him, still. Cum on his stomach.]

I like it.

[He says through a breathy laugh, running the fingers of his free hand over his abdomen and catching a taste on his thumb. Enough to not be washed away by the shower when he brings it between them to suck it clean.]

I like it like that.

[ Well, hello.

That sight leaves Rafe blinking and apparently blank under the water for a moment before lurching in for a last kiss, that thumb caught between their mouths and he'll be goddamned. Knock him over with a feather and you'd get him halfway to the floor but oh, if it isn't a hell of a nice surprise. ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ For next time, though. Anyone with eyes can see Nate hit his last leg about ten minutes ago. The heaviness settling in isn't as much as it could've been, but he knows it's worse for Nate. So Rafe wastes little time reaching up and to the side, detaching the shower head to better direct the stream and rinse off Nate's middle. Hardly thorough but good enough. That and the time already spent under have given them a decent accounting — Nate more than Rafe, but then again Rafe was hardly the one coming in half-caked with mud and speckled with blood.

He herds Nate out of the shower once the water's off, goosebumps making tracks up and down his skin soon as step one. Rafe slings one around his hips haphazardly, barely hanging on as he runs the cloth along Nate to at least make sure he doesn't put him to bed sopping wet. ]

'M not an invalid,

[Nate is sure to point out, shepherded from the shower and still tasting Rafe on his tongue. The hungry look in his eyes when he saw Nate try it, saw Nate bring his thumb to his mouth, well fuck, he might think harder over it if he wasn't currently a skin-tingling mess. He allowed the washing because he is fairly certain he can't move his arms, but this?

The towel? Jesus.

One of his hands lazily catches Rafe's, pulling the terrycloth to him and patting himself down after a lingering touch. It's easy to loiter at the edge of unconsciousness, the dregs of an orgasm still settling in his stomach and the damp planes of Rafe's chest, his shoulders. He has so few scars.]

I just- realized...I need t'borrow some clothes if I'm gonna walk back to my tent.

[ Nate says he can handle himself and Rafe shrugs those shoulders, the picture of half-naked nonchalance. Soon entirely naked again as he takes his own towel and dries himself off, rubbing at his hair just enough to avoid pneumonia before he drops it in a hamper. He does the same for the rest of the clothes strewn on the floor before he strolls into the comparably warmer tent, not caring a whit if Nate takes advantage of the view as he goes. (This is a lie; he knows Nate will certainly get an eyeful and by now is more than assured he'll like it) ]

Or you can sleep here. [ Again, that easy confidence that Nate is following along and will continue to do so. ] After all, I think my stuff would be a little tight on you.

[ Nate has a couple inches on him in height and breadth, though the thought of a turtleneck stretching across those pectorals is one worth revisiting. Another time. For tonight, Rafe's cot is large enough to end the debate with plenty of room for two. Room that Rafe avails himself of after turning all the lanterns off around the tent but one. ]

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