Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Hollyoaks!
Summary: Doug and Walker gravitated towards each other through mutual loneliness and emptiness, but now it's something much more than that.
A/N: I'm not really sure where this come from but I hope people like it :) I may write some more on it because I didn't realise how much I enjoyed writing these two as a pairing.
Breathe You In
Doug laid on his stomach, resting his chin on his crossed arms. There was a shadow behind him but he dared not turn his head just yet. He felt the smooth body lie across the length of him; slender fingers digging into his waist and reaching around him. He raised himself off of the bed and allowed the intrusive fingers to grip their target.
He felt lips at his throat and the tickle of hair across his cheek. Walker's breath ghosted across his face, breathing life into him. He was pulled upright, Walker's other arm holding him in place across his chest. His hand was careful, meticulous even, as it worked Doug to full arousal. Doug leaned back against him, allowing Walker to support all of his weight. He loved holding Doug like this; he scarcely slackened his grip throughout.
Doug felt Walker's arm shift as his hand drifted to Doug's hair, running his fingers through it gently. His lips were now at the point below his ear, barely a caress as they grazed his skin. Doug closed his eyes, taking in the invasion of his body like a dream, hardly daring to breathe in case Walker decided to stop.
"You like that, sweetheart?" Walker whispered into his ear, his hand ghosting down Doug's body, now resting at his hip.
"Yes." Doug choked out, hardly aware how distorted his voice must sound.
"You want me to…?" Walker's hand moved around to squeeze Doug's arse cheek. Doug nodded against him, not trusting himself to speak. "I'm going to need a bit more than that, Doug." Walker said his name in that pronounced way, relishing the sound of it on his lips. Doug felt a shiver ripple through him as he opened his mouth to confirm what Walker already knew.
"Yes. Please, Walker."
"Call me Simon." Walker whispered. "Over and over again as I do this…" his fingers stroked against Doug's entry.
Doug gulped, throwing his head back onto Walker's shoulder. "Okay, Simon." He whispered throatily. "Anything else?"
Walker paused in his movements. "You topped up the lubricant like I told you to?"
Doug glanced up at him. "Yeah, course."
They had been doing this for a while now. It hadn't started off conventionally, but Doug was done with convention. Now Walker would come over most nights and lock Doug's bedroom door and they would do this, and Doug would remember what it feels like to be alive.
"Good boy." Walker said smoothly, reaching behind him for the item in question. Doug heard him pour some onto his fingers and he felt himself flush in anticipation. Walker's fingers were gentle as they prised and coaxed him open. He whispered encouraging words against Doug's skin, his other hand still holding his cock and stroking at a slow pace. Doug could feel Walker's own erection pressed against his leg and he practically hummed with the thought of how it would feel inside.
"Simon…" Doug let out a long breath.
"What is it, lover?"
"Will you stay tonight?"
Doug pursed his lips shut. He hated to ask but every time they did this and Walker left him afterwards was like a gush of cold air. He'd seen Ste and Brendan in the village today and they'd seemed so… happy. It had been a long time and he didn't feel the same as he did a few months ago, but still something ached in him. He knew Walker wasn't the type to settle down and Doug wasn't sure he wanted that either, not anymore. But he wanted something. This thing they shared had gone beyond comfort now, beyond drowning in each other's misery. He found himself thinking of Walker when he wasn't around. He'd often gaze into the distance at work and think about him. Not only how good his hands felt on Doug, but the man himself. Long, beautiful hair and high cheekbones. The way his lips felt against Doug's, how utterly ruthless he was and yet how kind he was to Doug. He didn't raise his voice to him, he treated him like he was something incredibly precious. He watched him from the shadows, Doug knew that. He couldn't tell anyone he knew where he was, and he made Walker promise to be good, to stay away from the rest. And he did. That level of trust and honesty opened more doors than Doug had ever experienced. Not only sexually but in his heart too, broken more times than he cared to admit.
"Of course I will, lover. You only needed to ask." Walker said softly, just like that. He removed his hand from Doug's cock to hold him in place once more as he guided himself towards Doug's entry. "You ready?"
Doug nodded against him, not bracing himself this time. Walker pushed himself inside, inch by glorious inch. Doug couldn't believe it sometimes how he lived without this feeling; the way he felt completely invaded and filled and yet so content. Walker began at a slow pace but eventually he increased his movements, his growls guttural and intense. Doug felt a low hum in the back of his throat as his body thrummed with pleasure.
Walker liked him to be vocal. They had the flat to themselves thankfully so Doug was able to let rip. He repeated Walker's name over and over again. It seemed to spur Walker on further. Sometimes he would laugh manically and Doug would feel a thrill of fear shoot through him but Walker would always soothe the darkness away.
He gripped himself in his hand, delirious with pleasure and the way their hot, flushed bodies moulded together. He could feel the build up to his orgasm already and begged Walker to not be gentle anymore. Walker took heed of his request and pounded into him relentlessly.
"Sweetheart, you're so tight."
Doug panted, unable to think of a suitable reply. He'd learnt a lot from Walker; learnt how to make him crazy with need and desire. Without having to think about it, he escaped Walker's grip and balanced himself on his hands, moving back on Walker's cock at his own pace. He inclined his head in time to see Walker close his eyes delightedly, stroking his thumbs over the skin on Doug's arse.
"Perfect." Walker breathed, his voice low. Doug continued his movements, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. It wasn't long before Walker was pulling out of him, flipping him onto his back so he could re-position himself. He entered Doug once more, staring into his eyes, black with desire. "Are you mine, Doug?"
It was a simple question really, and one Doug didn't quite know how to answer.
"I…" he trailed off uncertainly. He'd never felt like this before; cherished, wanted. Walker was a frightening man, certainly, but a part of Doug simply didn't care. He wanted to be Walker's, he didn't want anyone else. "Yes." he said, his voice rasping. "If you want me to be."
"Of course, lover." Walker ducked his head to claim his lips, his tongue darting into his mouth. He cradled his face with both hands, setting his pace once more. Now it felt a lot more intimate. Doug was overwhelmed suddenly, unsure if he was ready for such a thing, but his panic was interrupted by Walker's hand on his cock bringing him to climax. He shuddered violently, clinging to Walker like his life depended on it. Walker tensed around him, riding out his own orgasm. Afterwards he held him for a while, soothing him until his breathing returned to normal.
He withdrew slowly, collapsing onto the other side of the bed. Both of them were sweating but giddy with exultation. Doug curled around him reflexively, brushing Walker's sweaty hair back from his face. Walker smiled at him, toothy and scary.
"You're a dear little thing, aren't you?"
Doug shrugged. "You tell me." He said, circling Walker's nipples with the tip of his finger.
"If you weren't, I wouldn't be spending the night."
"Yes you would." Doug grinned. "You might get more in the morning."
"Hardly the reason." Walker sighed, his splayed fingers stroking Doug's side absently. "Is it hard, Doug? Keeping this quiet?"
"I guess." Doug shrugged.
"But it's worth it?" Walker asked teasingly.
"Fishing for compliments, are we?" Doug sighed. "It is though, by the way."
"You've really not told anyone?"
"Who would I tell?" Doug asked, blinking in confusion. "Besides, I've had enough of all that drama. I just want a quiet life."
"Oh, lover you chose the wrong man then." Walker laughed, squeezing him.
"Maybe. Oh well." Doug rested his head on Walker's chest. He shivered a little. "I should clean myself up…"
"Allow me." Walker said, jumping out of bed easily and walking naked to the bathroom. He came back with a wet flannel and one of Doug's jumpers. "Here you go." He said, throwing them to him. He went over to his trouser pocket as Doug cleaned himself up, slipping the jumper over his head. Walker was staring at his phone, engrossed.
"Who is it?" Doug asked, his eyebrows pinched together.
"No one important." Walker said briskly, throwing it back onto his pile of clothes. He looked Doug over and smiled sweetly. "You look ravishing in that."
"Really?" Doug blushed, rubbing the fabric between his fingertips. "Ste was never that keen on-"
"Doug," Walker said sternly. "Don't mention him, not here."
"Sorry." Doug said quickly, realising his error. "I don't feel that way anymore, we're just friends now."
"Glad to hear it." Walker said, his relaxed smile back in place. He hopped back onto the bed, drawing Doug close once more. "So, why the nightcap, hm?"
"Just thought it would be nice."
"Nice?" Walker grinned, stroking Doug's hair.
"Well, maybe nice is the wrong word…"
"It's fine. You've never asked before though."
"Maybe I've only just plucked up the courage." Doug said reasonably.
"You don't have to be nervous with me." Walker said.
"I know." Doug reached up to comb his fingers through Walker's hair. His fingers snagged on a knot. "Ugh, you need another brush."
Walker sat up, handing Doug the comb from the bedside drawer. "Go nuts."
Doug took the offered comb with hesitant fingers. He'd only done this a few times. Once he'd even had to brush through the blood in his hair. He hadn't dared ask how it had gotten that way. That was a while ago though, when they'd first started out. Doug had realised then that things wouldn't exactly be plain-sailing, but he hadn't cared. He was hardly going to send Walker away.
"Would you come away with me, if I asked?" Walker asked calmly.
"Why, are you going somewhere?" Doug felt his chest tighten in fear.
"No. But if I had to?"
Doug pondered this. "Maybe. I haven't exactly got a lot to stay around for."
"I'd take good care of you." Walker promised solemnly.
"I know." Doug replied, a little breathlessly.
"It's no matter now." Walker closed his eyes like a contented cat. "Continue."
Doug brushed his hair until the golden strands were smooth and soft. He put the comb down and laid back against the pillows once more.
"It's pretty late."
"Are you tired?"
"Not really." Doug admitted. Walker smiled, drawing Doug close by curling his arms underneath him.
"Do you trust me?" Walker asked, his voice soft like velvet.
"Of course." Doug answered shakily.
"I have to leave for an hour or so. Business. Will you keep the bed warm for me?"
"You said you'd stay." Doug said, trying not to sound petulant.
"And I will, lover. This is just really important. I promise I'll come back."
Doug sighed. "Okay, I'll stay up."
"Good lad." Walker kissed his forehead, breathing him in. "Won't be long."
Doug watched him get dressed. He pulled on some pyjama bottoms and reached for the television remote.
"Don't miss me too much." Walker grinned, sweeping out of the room.
Xxx
Walker returned two hours later, shaking and dirty. Doug had given him a key a while ago so he let himself in. He took a shower first before slipping back into Doug's bedroom. He'd fallen asleep with the television on. Walker smiled, reaching for the remote carefully, trying not to wake him. He watched the boy sleep, his chest tightening with how perfect he looked. He hadn't meant to fall this hard, but there it was. Any plans he'd put in motion had to accommodate him, and if Walker had to flee, Doug would have to come with him. He certainly couldn't live without him now.
He slid underneath the bed covers, pulling Doug against him. He stirred enough to realise it was Walker holding him and then relaxed back into sleep. His time with Doug felt like a million miles away from his other life. If he could he'd stay with him and forget everything else but it was never that easy. After a long night he was exhausted. He buried his face in Doug's hair, smelling him, tasting him. He was glad they were sleeping together now; it never felt right leaving him. He breathed him in one more time before he drifted off to sleep.