(do i know you?)
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Glitch was suddenly aware that his synapses had misfired again as he stared up at a ceiling he almost but not quite remembered. He was also suddenly aware of the warm bulk pressing him to the mattress in rhythmic thrusts. Brown eyes shot wide as this registered, staring down at the stranger's lower anatomy and its relation to his own.
Huh.
Suddenly quite scandalized (despite how awesome it felt), Glitch frowned in fear and not a little anger. What kind of a person could take advantage of a man with half a brain?
He interrupted the stranger's movements by blurting out, "Do I know you?!" Blue eyes stared down at him from a handsome face, one fine eyebrow arched. The eyes narrowed when Glitch only blinked back, the blonde brow twitching, in what could only be interpreted as you have got to be kidding me.
"It's me. It's Cain," he said, voice hoarse, teeth clenched with the iron self control used to hold himself back. The tin man had been having a glorious time of lovingly fucking the shit out of his dear headcase and this distraction was not welcome. Very much not welcome.
"We were in the middle of something," Cain growled. He shifted his hips to drive the point home.
"Oh... oh! Oh..."
Cain rolled his eyes, fighting back the urge to simply clamp his hand over Glitch's mouth and just hump what was left of his brains out. Luckily the idiot soon got the point and his babbling deteriorated into sighs and grunts, his body moving in time with Cain's.
It was several minutes of heated bliss. Then:
"Do I know you?"
Cain sighed.
x
(fin.)
