Title: Your Hand in Mine
Featuring: Shinsuke Nakamura/Tye Dillinger
Disclaimer: Slash! Rated M!
Summary: "Have enough courage to trust love one more time, and always one more time." (Maya Angelou)
It was 2:30am, and Tye Dillinger opened his apartment room door with a deep sigh, making a beeline for his room before collapsing, face-down, onto the large bed.
Not 20 seconds later, another set of feet followed his steps; and with a groan, Shinsuke Nakamura fell similarly onto the bed, arms folding to form a pillow for his head.
"It's been a long time since I've been this tired," Nakamura said in a sleepy voice. "I left our bags by the door..."
Tye smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, man. I literally don't remember anything from the time we got off the plane until I put the key in the lock. I'm exhausted."
Shinsuke nodded, then remembered that Tye couldn't see the gesture with his eyes closed, and instead gave his partner weary pat on his muscular arm.
Tye felt the bed shift as Shinsuke got up, and he at last opened his eyes to look at the man he had grown to love so much over the past few months. It actually scared him, the depth of the feelings he had for the King of Strong Style.
"Stay," Dillinger commanded, although it came out sounding less like an order, and more like a plea.
Shinsuke raised an eyebrow. "You thought I would leave?" He looked down at Tye with a small, benevolent smile.
"There's nowhere I'd rather be than with you."
Tye closed his eyes again, burying his face in the sheets as his cheeks burned red and Shinsuke laughed.
"You're so cute. I'm going to get my sleeping clothes," Nakamura announced before stumbling into the living room where their luggage still sat, unattended.
Tye let himself drift between awareness and sleep while Shinsuke was changing, thinking over their trip, over the time they spent apart, over the way he utterly missed that fucker in the next room when they were in different time zones...
It was all so much, and yet it all seemed so right, so perfect.
Of course, that's what scared Tye the most, when he was honest with himself. He had trouble believing, even now, that Shinsuke Nakamura had chosen him. Not that he had low self-esteem, or anything. He just wasn't sure, exactly what he did to catch Nakamura's wicked eye.
At first, he had thought it was just going to be a fling.
But after a while, they had THE TALK, and Shinsuke explained everything to Tye: how he was polyamorous, how he could (and did) maintain several relationships at the same time, how he loved all of his partners equally, and how he felt like he had so much love to give in his heart that it would kill him one day.
Tye was surprised to find that he himself had no problem with Shinsuke's other relationships. He didn't feel any jealousy or fear because the other man made it abundantly clear that he really did love the Perfect 10.
Of course, Shinsuke never missed the chance to suggest that they have a great big orgy some day, or "at least a foursome." Which was, as of today, always denied.
Still, the detail in which Nakamura would describe the things that they could do together...
A low groan escaped Tye's lips as he felt himself growing hard at the thought, annoyed and impressed at his body's ability to fight even exhaustion and jet lag for the sake of sex.
'No, no,' he scolded himself. 'Shin's tired too. We're both tired. Just go to sleep.'
The pressure between his body and the mattress was a bit too much stimulation, and he really, really wanted to sleep, so Dillinger rolled onto his back.
Once he did so, though, he nearly jumped out of his skin when noticed Shinsuke standing there, that same small smile still on his lips.
"How long have you been standing there?!" Tye asked, when his heart rate finally returned to normal.
Shinsuke laughed. "A minute or two." With a dangerous flash of mischief in his eyes, he climbed onto the bed, straddling Tye's waist and resting his full weight down on the Perfect 10.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked innocently, obviously able to feel the beginnings of Tye's hard-on. "You made a weird sound..."
Tye felt himself going hot with embarrassment and something he dared not name. He tired to sit up, to no avail, and settled on covering his quickly-reddening face with his hands.
Shinsuke was having none of that, and tsked as he grabbed Tye's wrists and forced them over his head, faces mere centimeters apart.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked again, piercing stare locked onto Tye fully.
Dillinger squirmed and bit his lower lip. "I...I was remembering something you'd mentioned earlier..." He hated the way his voice shook, and the way the slight humiliation of being forced to say his dirty thoughts out loud sent a wave of pleasure right down his spine. Hated and loved. Even worse, he knew that Shinsuke was enjoying this, too.
"I was thinking about when you said that we should have an orgy..."
Shinsuke's eyebrows lifted. "Oh?"
"Not that I want to, yet... But, the idea is pretty hot, y'know?"
"I know." Nakamura tilted his head to the side and considered the situation. "You're hard...Do you want me to help with that?"
Although Shinsuke said it with a purely evil smile, Tye knew that the man was being sincere.
"Sure," he answered, feigning as much reluctance and nonchalance as he could. "But we're both tired as hell, so I don't know how we're going to...do anything without falling sleep."
Now Shinsuke smiled full on, white teeth looking predatory in the shadows.
"I'm sure we'll manage."
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Tye cursed himself inwardly, gritting his teeth as he reached backwards to grab Shinsuke and force him to hurry the fuck up.
It was the slowest fucking he'd ever gotten in his life; and yet Shinsuke was being anything but lazy. The King of Strong Style had simply rolled them both onto their sides, pulled down Tye's clothes, and then his own, and thrust agonizingly slowly into him from behind while peppering his neck and back with kisses.
Tye, after a few minutes of this torture, found Shinsuke's hip, and he let his nails dig into the sensitive flesh, drawing a hiss from the other man's lips.
"Faster," he begged, but Shinsuke only licked his the area behind his ear, sending little shivers right to his groin. All at once, Shin's free hand wrapped around Tye's aching cock, pumping it slowly and carefully, drawing him to the edge and keeping him there.
"This is great," Nakamura whispered with a smile, warm breath ghosting against Tye's ear and making him squeeze his eyes shut and whine plaintively. "So easy, I could go for hours..." He felt Tye clench around him at that and laughed.
"You're so mean!" Dillinger gasped, breath hitching. His body was wound up so tightly that he felt like a spring about to give way. "I'll get you back for this..." His left hand gripped Shinsuke's waist hard once more. "But, please..."
Shinsuke pulled their bodies even closer together. "I love you," he whispered, increasing the pace of his thrusts and the pump of his hand just enough to finally bring their both to a blinding white climax.
Because it had been building up for so long, Tye was worried that he would at last lose his sanity when he came (a risk associated rightly with the King of Strong Style); and, indeed, for several long moments, his mind was a total blank as he spilled into Shinsuke's gentle hand, body bucking against Nakamura's toned form behind him. Distantly, he could feel Shinsuke's warm seed filling him, could hear the soft cry as a forehead collided with his back.
When their orgasms died down, sleep was quick to claim them both. Shinsuke could only pull out, hissing softly. Tye, for his part, turned around so that he could face the man who, for reasons he still didn't completely understand, had become his friend, lover, and more.
"Goodnight, you crazy fucker," Tye said affectionately, kissing Nakamura full on the lips.
Shinsuke smiled warmly. "Goodnight, Beautiful," he whispered, drawing a humorous sigh from his friend, and resting his head on Tye's chest as their arms found their way around one another.
Perfect.