Title: Better Than A Memory
Category: Red Dwarf
Genre: Romance/Smut/Humour
Rated: R
Warning: Slash, M/M, Sex.
Paring: Rimmer/Lister
Summary: After a night of drinking Lister tries to make Rimmer cheer up, and he ends up admitting a bit more than he expected.
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dwarf, or any characters included.
A/N: This is twoshot, drunken sex fic set after Legion.
Sat in the officers' club, Lister couldn't remember the last time they came here, maybe when they were giving Kryten his goodbye party, when they thought he was being replaced. Either way it felt like a long time since he drank with the boys, if you could call his three crew mates the 'boys'.
"Rimmer, slow down man, I won't be carrying you back to the quarters when you can't walk." Lister shouted over the music, with a hint of happiness to his voice, yeah, he was admitting it, he was having fun.
"Listy, Listy, Listy, I am still your superior officer; therefore I am obviously capable of my own self-control." Rimmer replied, slurring his S's.
"Yeah, because you've never done anything embarrassing before while drunk", Lister added sarcastically.
Rimmer scowled at him across the table, "I thought we weren't going to mention the Lisa Yates thing again."
Lister laughed at his drunken angry stare, "Sorry, sorry, I'll never bring it up again", he apologised taking another swig of his pint.
Rimmer let it slide, but it still stayed in the back of his mind.
...
Later that night, after coming back to their bunk room, Lister and Rimmer where sat small talking over the night.
"Lister, I didn't want you to feel sorry for me." Rimmer said while sat on his bunk.
"What you talking about now." Lister asked while sat at the table, head still spinning from the music and alcohol.
"Yvonne Mcgruder. When I told-"
"No. No Rimmer, you said to never bring it up again, you'll only regret it in the morning. " Lister said cutting him off mid-sentence.
"No, I won't. I mean it, when I told you about her I didn't want your sympathy." Rimmer said looking up at his roommate.
"I know man", Lister replied, turning to look at him, "I just. I couldn't see you like that, I thought giving you one of my memories might make you happy."
"That's just it", Rimmer said, voice almost cracking, "It did make me happy, it made me very happy, but finding out it was all a lie just made everything worse. I never had love, and now, more than likely I never will."
Lister got up from his chair and sat next Rimmer on his bunk, he didn't know whether it was the drink or if he genuinely hated seeing him like this. The last time he saw Rimmer this depressed was when he made the bad decision to give him his memory of Lisa Yates. He didn't know what to do this time, he was never any good talking about feelings.
"Rimmer, there's always hope, if we didn't think that there was something out there what would be the point in trying."
"You're not exactly making me feel better here Listy."
"Yeah, I know," Lister replied, with a side smile, "But I don't know what to say, I can't lie and say there's someone right around the corner, 'cause I just don't know that. All I know man, is that you've got me, Kryten and the Cat, so at least you're not alone. And at the end of it all, I loved ya, so you've at least been loved by someone."
Lister looked at his friend who was staring at his hands in his lap. If he was sober he might have noticed how reviling that little speech was, but right now he just wanted to get Rimmer out of his self-hatred. All these years he's watched him fall into this pit, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't care.
Rimmer turned to Lister with confusion, surprise and something Lister had never seen written on his expression. It looked like Rimmer was trying to think of something to say, but not able to put his thoughts into words. Lister answered his unasked question anyway, "I mean it… I know we joke, and you are definitely and always will be a smeg head… but I still love ya. You're my mate man, and I don't know what I'd do without you." Yet again Lister surprised himself by his honesty, and he didn't even feel embarrassed by it.
Rimmer looked at his bunk mate smiling at the side of him, acting like he says that stuff every day. At first he thinks it must be a joke, why else would Lister say that, but looking at him he realizes he's got nothing to gain. When it finally sinks in that his friend is telling the truth, something hits him, he has no idea why but all he can think about is Lister's lips. Lister's sat there smiling like an idiot and all he wants to do his feel his lips on his. In any normal circumstances Rimmer would push those kinds of thoughts away and get back to orders, but now something's changed, whether it's the alcohol or Lister's honesty something makes him lean into Lister, pressing his lips against his.
Lister feels Rimmer kissing him and it takes him a moment to realise what's happening, and before he knows it he's opening up to him, letting Rimmer push his tongue into his mouth. Every voice in Listers head is screaming, but not one of them is saying stop. He feels Rimmer moan against his lips, then his brain catches up with his actions and he pulls away.
He's in complete shock, and Rimmer doesn't say a word, just stays eyes wide and completely still not knowing what to do. Lister looks at him, he was just kissing him, and even more surprising he was enjoying it. Can he enjoy it, is it allowed, I mean not the gay thing, but this is Rimmer, is he allowed to be enjoying 'him', enjoying his mouth against his, wanting to feel his skin under his clothes. Just those thoughts going through his head sends blood rushing to his crotch.
It takes him less than a second to decide he doesn't care, if he regrets it tomorrow he doesn't care, either way he wants him right now and he's going for it.
Lister lips crash with Rimmer's, forcing his tongue into his mouth. He pushes him down onto his bunk, pressing his body against him. Rimmer's shock soon subsides to the new feeling of how aroused he is. He can't take the distance between them so his hands move to Lister's waist, grabbing his shirt pulling him closer to him.
Lister can feel Rimmer pulling at him desperate for more contact, so he pushes his legs apart and fits his hips between them, grinding against him. The feel of him moving against him sending his nerves into over drive, he can feel through his layers of clothes and wants nothing more than to rip them off and stop them separating him. Lister puts his hand into Rimmer's hair, and pulls his head slightly to the right so he can kiss his neck. He bites and licks on the soft skin below his ear, knowing he is probably the first to ever do this to him, and loves the sounds coming from his mouth, all moans and his name.
Rimmer lays tranced by the feeling of his friends new found attraction. He grabs and pulls at Lister's clothes, pulling his shirt over his head, and then holding onto his back when Lister goes back to biting at his jaw line. Lister's hands move to Rimmer's buttons on his shirt, and he leans over his mouth and kisses him while opening every one.
Feeling Rimmer push his hips up into his is almost too much to bare, Lister moves to his chest kissing his way down licking over his nipples and watching Rimmer falter when he does. The closer his kisses get to his crotch the more Rimmer's hips buck up to him. He loves seeing Rimmer like this, open and honest, showing what he really wants, and he never thought it would be but it's a massive turn on.
He reaches into the top of Rimmer's trousers, tucks his fingers in and pulls them off, then feeling over his boxers, he rubs up and down his obvious erection the way he likes it, watching Rimmer moan and shake from his touch. He smirks as he watches Rimmer jerk with his eyes closed while he touches him, all he's ever wanted was to make love to someone, who would have thought it'd be him.
Pulling his boxers off, he moves his hand over his shaft and rubs his thumb over the head, rubbing the pre-come as added lubricant. Lister moves back up to Rimmer and kisses his lips, biting his bottom lip when all Rimmer can do is moan. He forces his tongue into his mouth again feeling Rimmer urge up to him, as if looking for more. All he can think is how amazing this feels, for once he's got complete control over his bunk mate, and he loves every second of it, and is asking for more. He never thought Rimmer would give up his power of authority to him.
Lister doesn't know how long he can take it, seeing him like this, come undone from his touch, and his kisses. He wants Rimmer to touch him, do all the same things he's doing to him, but he likes watching him moan his name and move his hips into his hand.
When Lister removes his hand, Rimmer opens his eyes to see why, then sees him sucking his two fore fingers, he knows why he's sucking them, and is more aroused than ever, in a brave move he pulls the fingers from Lister's mouth and puts them in his own, sucking on them the way he'd just been watching. Lister's mouth drops open as he watches Rimmer suck on his fingers, he's never seen something look so hot, "Oh fuck, Rimmer", he pulls his fingers from his mouth and replaces them with his tongue.
While moving his mouth with his he presses his finger on Rimmer's entrance slowly pushing in. He can feel the short breaths Rimmer takes the more he moves his finger inside. After a while Lister adds another and moves them both slowly, opening him up.
The more Lister hits Rimmer's soft spot inside him the more Rimmer realises he's been neglecting his partner. He pulls down his jeans and boxers and grabs his erection and pumps his hand over him.
Lister nearly crashes when he feels Rimmer working away on him and openly moans into his mouth.
He looks down and watches Rimmer's hand moving over him, "I'm not going to last long with you doing that" he says smiling down at him.
Rimmer smirks then grabs Lister's mouth with his before whispering, "Do it, Lister… please". Those words make him falter; Lister positions himself between his legs, slowly forcing himself inside him, each little push earning a noise from Rimmer, and each moan Lister kissed away.
When he felt Rimmer was comfortable he started to move his hips slowly, feeling each stoke like heaven. Rimmer's legs were gripping at his hips, while Lister pants his name into his neck. He grabbed Lister's hair and forced him to his face, kissing and making Lister moan his name into his mouth instead.
Thrusting harder each time made them groan louder, Lister holding onto Rimmer's hips, forcing himself deeper inside.
Lister couldn't remember the last time he slept with someone and it feel this good, maybe it was all the tension between the two of them finally being released, he didn't really care, just that he knew he'd rather be doing nothing else.
Lister could sense Rimmer jerking beneath him and knew it wouldn't be long before he came, so he reached between them for his cock, and rub along his shaft in the same motion as his thrusts. Rimmer shifted under him, curving his back and feeling his body move with free will, he called, "Oh god, Lister", as he came over his and Lister's stomach. Two more thrust and hearing Rimmer call his name in ecstasy was all it took for Lister to do the same. He bit down on Rimmer's neck as they rode out the orgasm, hot, sweaty and dizzy. Lister collapsed on top of him, with Rimmer breathing into the other man's hair.
They didn't say a word, they didn't need to, it had been a long night, with a lot of truths being told. Lister didn't know if he or Rimmer would regret it in the morning, but he told himself to remember that no matter what he felt tomorrow, to just remember how good he felt when Rimmer shouted his name.