Old Afflictions

By: Asellas

"Ok, that's it. I've had it," exclaimed Reno, pulling himself to sit on top of Rude's desk. His navy jacket had been discarded somewhere in the vicinity of his desk and his rumpled white button-up shirt was now unbuttoned completely and hanging open. His pants were unbuttoned and unzipped as well. With Reno being so thin it wasn't hard for Rude to notice that Reno had gone commando today. Despite Reno's body language that was yelling "Fuck me now!" the look of irritation and annoyance on his face was enough to make Rude scowl at him. Well, almost. You can't scowl at someone half-undressed and sitting on your desk waiting for you to screw their brains out.

"What is it this time, Reno," he asked, trying to be patient. Trying, but his raging hard-on didn't really understand the concept of patience.

"Every time we do anything, anything at all, be it fucking, making out, or even cuddling goddamnit, do you know what you have never done," Reno asked. Rude though for a moment.

"Haven't let you on top?"

"No." Rude thought harder.

"Haven't covered you in whip cream and licked it off you?"

"No. Though that does sound tempting… But that's off topic! Keep going!"

"Haven't… let you cover me in whip cream and lick it off?"

"… Now that's something I must try," Reno gave a devilish grin, then shook himself.

"No, no, no, no, no, NO! You're trying to derail my train of thought! I won't let you off that easy!" Rude sighed, and began thinking again. This time, he tried to wait Reno out. See, Reno's attention span was about the same of that of a ferret. He'd forget what he was thinking about in a few minutes if he was left to his own devices.

But Reno was not so easily deterred from his quest. After a few moments of no response from Rude he grabbed the larger man's shirt neck and pulled him to look straight in his face.

"Take. Off. Those. God. Damned. Sunglasses," he hissed, and he could just barely see Rude's eyes widen behind the tinted glass.

"I can't," Rude told him passively. Reno glared at him.

"Take 'em off, now big boy. Or else," he threatened. Rude kept his calm.

"I can't, Reno."

"The fuck you can't! It's not like you don't have eyes behind them! Here, I'll do it for you," Reno reached for Rude's shades, and Rude fought back.

"Goddamnit, Reno, When I said I can't I mean I can't!" Rude tried to jerk his head away and push Reno's grasping hands away from him. They ended up tumbling down off the desk and swivel chair and both landed on the floor. Rude paused momentarily as Reno ground his hips into Rude's, the feeling of hot flesh pressing hard against its fabric restraints sending shivers down Rude's spine. Those few seconds were all Reno needed to grasp Rude's shades and Rude gave a yelp as Reno gave them a good yank to pull them off..

Only… they didn't come off.

"What… the fuck man," asked Reno, staring at his partner who was massaging the skin around his sunglasses.

"When I told you I can't take them off it's not because I didn't want to, but because they can't come off, you idiot," mumbled Rude, who was rubbing the sides of his head. Reno gawked, and Rude caught the unspoken question.

"It was a super-glue accident a few years back," he explained. Reno shut his mouth and tried to look innocent. After failing, he glanced back up at Rude.

"…Make-up sex time?"

Rude just stared at his red-headed partner. Reno took that as a 'yes' and pounced him.

Just a small lil something. Idea popped into my head somewhere in the haze of 3 to 4am and somehow made its way onto a text document. As always, comments, suggestions, critism, and all else are greatly appreciated!