Author's Note & Disclaimer
Just a little angsty porn. Set post-Landsberg. Webster/Liebgott. Also, none of the characters are mine and no offense is meant towards the real men of Easy Company.
I Hold My Breath
It's dark and the floorboards creak, and he can see his silhouette moving across the room, Joe's quiet tension breaks a little every day, but Landsberg never leaves him.
"Web." He's barely spoken to anyone since the camp. He hasn't touched him.
David is awake, propped up on his elbows.
"Joe?"
He doesn't say anything, but climbs onto the bed, straddling David and kisses him hard. He pushes him down, grinding against him, still biting at his lips, and Webster groans. There's never a lot of warning with Joe. He's already half hard, and he's forcing David's mouth open, sliding his hands under Webster's worn t-shirt. David shudders against him and spreads his legs a bit more, letting Liebgott press his thigh into his groin. His shirt is up over his head suddenly and Joe pulls his own off, working David's underwear down his legs and letting them drop off the edge of the bed with his.
And then Joe has his mouth at Webster's neck and he starts to move against him, one hand dropping down between them, starting a hard, steady stroke.
"Tell me Web." He whispers, quiet enough that David can barely hear him.
"Joe..." Webster lets out a harsh breath.
"Tell me."
"Please Joe."
He lets Joe fuck him because he thinks he needs it, needs to be close to something. He lets him push his legs apart, feels him shudder violently when he pushes in, and Webster drops his own head back and bites his lip till it bleeds. It hurts and Joe's breathing is unsteady but it feels like everything in his body is going to rip apart. He lets out a whimper, thrusts up against Joe, and they both start to come undone.
Joe comes hard, with a sob, and Webster can't stop from coming despite being completely horrified with himself as Joe pulls out and rolls over.
Web lies still, listening to Joe, waiting until his shaking stops and his breathing evens out. He turns on his side and reaches out, pressing his palm flat against Joe's back. Joe doesn't move, but breathes in deep and relaxes under the touch. So Webster lets himself lean over, his mouth warm and open against Joe's shoulder,
"It's not your fault."
