I watched 'In The Flesh' and now these tragic gay zombies are in my head forever and I'm not even mad about it. Prompted on Tumblr.
"So, you've never done this before? Even before the Rising?"
"I -." Kieren pauses, ducking away with a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Simon's thumbs trail over the tiny pink color, amazed as he had been the very first time he'd seen Kieren, whole and alive and human, without the makeup and the contacts in but still breathing, heart beating, beautiful. "No. Not really. I've messed around a bit but -."
Oh. Simon shivers, unused even now to the feeling of heat that rushes through him. Desire, he'd felt even when he was dead, but now with it comes urgency - the fear of leaving too soon, of it all being over too quickly.
Kieren kisses him, just as sudden and sweet as his kisses always are, and Simon leans into it after a moment, his arms wrapping tight around Kieren as the scents in the room turn from dust and undisturbed air to the sweeter, thicker scent of an aroused Omega. His beautiful, nervous, eager First laying under him and, when Simon pulls back, Kieren's wide brown eyes are open and trusting, his smile soft on his kiss-red lips.
Simon can feel the warmth of Kieren, leaping up against his hands when he brushes a hand over his cheek and smiles. "Well, then, if you don't mine me pryin'," he says, head tilted, eyes serious; "what have you done?"
Kieren gives a soft laugh, eyes darting away for a moment again, his hands settled light as spring rain on Simon's shoulders. "A bit," he says, coy and teasing when Simon rolls his eyes. "Not as much as I want to do. Not as much as I hope we're going to do."
"Oh, really?" Kieren nods, and he might be nervous but he's definitely not unsure. Simon can see that in him. Simon nods, mimicking, and leans down slowly for another kiss that Kieren surges up to meet him, softening and leaning into the feeling of Simon's hands in his hair as they kiss.
It's not just Kieren's scent, now, but Simon's too, Alpha rut sitting heavy in the back of Kieren's throat. The Omega shivers, spreading his legs a little farther apart so that Simon has more room between them, digging his heels into the small bed to arch up, craving that heat, the closeness, that suddenly is so important and so, so strong now that they're both alive.
"What do you want to do, Kieren?" Simon asks between once kiss and the next, leaning their foreheads together, blue eyes staring into brown with that same intensity as ever. Simon's gaze feels like a real threat for Kieren, like he might burst into flames from the heat. "Do you want me to touch you? You wanna touch me?"
"Can I?"
Oh, what a sweet boy. "You can touch me 'til kingdom come," Simon says, sincere and grinning that half-smile that always makes Kieren shiver and swallow.
"Okay - okay," Kieren says, his hands fumbling at Simon's jeans until they give, and he pulls his legs up so that he can push down the offending clothes with his feet, his hands wandering free but shy around the exposed skin.
Simon pulls back just long enough to pull his sweater over his head, throwing it to one side. Kieren swallows, sitting up, his eyes on the scars on Simon's inner arms, and he knows if he reached back he'd feel that long, pale white raised scar. He hasn't mustered the courage to ask where that's from, yet.
Simon is bare for him, arms open to allow Kieren all the room he wants to touch and explore. Looking up, he meets Simon's eyes, relaxing when one of Simon's hands twists through his hair and settles gently on the back of his neck.
He leans in, letting his warm lips drag along Simon's torso, and the Alpha swallows, the foreign yet familiar prickling picking up behind his eyes as they flash red for a brief moment. From above, he can see answering gold threading through Kieren's dark eyes.
"How do you want to do this?" Kieren asks, his hands fidgeting along Simon's hipbones, not daring to drift lower even though Simon is essentially bare for him now. Kieren refuses to look, nothing short of pure trust and adoration on his upturned face as he places another soft kiss to Simon's torso.
Simon smiles, leaning down and pulling Kieren up by his hair just to hear his Omega gasp as he presses a kiss to Kieren's forehead. "Let's try this," he murmurs, pushing Kieren back down and then onto his side, sliding into place behind him. Kieren immediately snuggles back against the warm of Simon's bare chest, his body going lax as the Alpha wraps an arm over him.
"This works," Kieren says, light like he's trying not to laugh. Simon kisses the back of his neck, his hand stroking down Kieren's lean body as the Omega settles into place beside him. "I don't get to touch you as much this way, though."
"Don't worry," Simon says, grinning. His voice, so close and so unexpected, makes Kieren shiver. He lifts his hips a little when Simon works at his jeans and pulls his shirt up until they're both more exposed, until Simon reaches down to pull the blankets up around their waists.
Kieren, now that he's alive again, gets cold easily. Simon doesn't want him shivering or shaking out of anything other than pleasure.
He kisses the back of Kieren's neck again, letting his teeth drag just enough that the Omega tenses his shoulders, head tilted to one side as Simon presses himself closer again until he can feel every line of Kieren's body pressed up right against his own. His sweet Omega turns to look at him, Kieren's nose tucked under Simon's jaw, the scent of them rolling together in the small room.
"This way, you can work yourself back onto me, yeah? Nice and slow." He wraps one hand around Kieren's hipbone, grinding his cock against the slick leaking between Kieren's thighs. The Omega shivers, arching back, eyes half-lidded and golden. "Control the pace, figure out what you like. Sounds good, yeah?"
"Yeah." Kieren swallows, one hand bracing back against Simon's thigh, pulling him closer. "Yeah, I -." Another swallow, Kieren turning his head as best he can and kissing Simon's neck - sucking and wet. "I want it. I want you - inside me."
Simon's fingers tighten on his hip, just for a moment. "Sure," he says, swallowing hard to fight the urge to just thrust inside. Kieren is far too precious for something like that. "Just let me…" He draws back just enough to get his hand wrapped around his cock, and just about loses it when Kieren lets go to let him move and instead spreads himself open, his cheeks blushing red and buried in the pillows but still presenting as best he can. "God, you are a sight, aren't you?"
Kieren lets out another happy half-laugh, his grin widening when Simon kisses his blushing cheek and starts to slowly - so slowly - push inside of him.
He slides in until Kieren lets go of himself, biting back a pained sound, and immediately stops, one arm wrapped tight around Kieren and his other hand finding that spot on his hip again, the skin already darker in the promise of a bruise. "Just work back as you're ready," he murmurs, kissing and nuzzling Kieren's bared neck as the Omega shivers, caught like he wants to flinch into Simon's protective hold and crawl away at the same time. "We've got all the time in the world. It's okay."
Kieren nods, hips jerking as he tries to clench down around the stretch of Simon inside of him. It aches, bone-deep like a punch, but in a good way. His body is eager for it, wants him to shove back and take it all despite the pain, and with Simon's gentle kisses running up and down his neck he feels himself starting to relax, his breathing calming down from that hitching stammer.
He swallows, hikes one thigh up just a little, and takes Simon's hand off his hip, threading their fingers together inside and letting the Alpha hold him tightly, all warm skin and careful hands and soft breaths. He pushes back, sighing at the stretch. It seems like forever until finally he feels Simon's hips pushed up against his ass, but when he does they both let out explosive breaths, caught on the feeling of being so connected.
"Oh…my God," Simon breathes, his teeth against Kieren's skin as the Omega closes his eyes. "Are you alright?"
Kieren nods. His voice is shaky; "Yes," he replies. "I'm - I'm alright." Then, Simon shifts, just a little, eager for more of his heat, and Kieren shrinks closer. Simon's free hand is wrapped around his wrist, covering the mark of his own death, and Kieren suddenly can't speak. Instead he rolls his hips and tries to start a rhythm, start something that can build and build and build like he's always been promised sex would.
"Okay," Simon says, his own voice unsteady. "Okay." Then, he starts to move - slow, even pulls out and gentle thrusts back in. Kieren is slick enough that he goes easily, and every time the Alpha sinks in, it's like he can't help moaning loudly, lost and caught in the heat of Kieren's tight, welcoming body. "I, God, Kieren, you feel so fuckin' good."
Kieren turns his head, smiling, his eyes glowing a dull gold. Simon can feel the growl, bubbling from his chest, eyes prickling red. When they were dead, their eyes couldn't change like this, but Simon knows that if Kieren was beautiful before, there's nothing that could compare to him now.
Kieren cups his cheek, body twisting, and hauls them together for a kiss. It's wet and messy and off-center, and Simon growls and pulls away.
"Can we do this on your back?" he asks, hesitating only a little on the question. But his hesitance melts away at Kieren's eager nod, and he smiles and pulls out, letting Kieren roll himself over and make room for Simon between his legs.
It's a more awkward angle and Kieren has to wrap his legs up around Simon's waist for his Alpha to sink in properly, but suddenly it's somehow so much better, like Simon can get deeper like this, closer, the heat of him covering Kieren and making him sweat.
Simon's eyes have a ring of red in them as he stares down, wide-eyed and adoring. "Can I kiss you, Kieren?" He always asks, like he doesn't believe Kieren wants to be kissed unless he starts it.
Kieren laughs, reaching up and cupping Simon's cheeks. "Yes," he says, emphatically. "Yes." Simon leans down, kisses him, "Yes, whenever you'd like." And his hands are everywhere on Simon's chest, or running through his hair, or curling around the small of his back where the scar stops but Kieren can pull him in deeper, or use the leverage to lift his hips up into the thrusts.
Simon growls as Kieren shifts against him and then suddenly Kieren lets out a soft, startled sound, his eyes wide and flashing gold. His body spasms, stomach sucked in. "Simon," he whispers, eyes raking down, back up. "Do that again."
So Simon does; tries to pull back and work his cock in just right to get Kieren to make that sweet, filthy noise all over again, and when he does he feels the Omega tighten up, Kieren's hands flying to his shoulders and digging in with blunt nails.
"Again," Kieren demands, his thighs trembling. "Please!"
What a sweet, eager boy he has. Simon nods, resting his forehead against Kieren's as he angles himself as best he can, so he can watch Kieren's face as he gets closer, able to tell when he's hit that spot just right or when he needs to try again. Kieren bites his lip just so that Simon will kiss it, his nails raking down the Alphas back and scrabbling for purchase on Simon's sweaty skin.
"I'm - I can't -." Simon knows. God, does he know. He kisses Kieren again, pushing in deep and rutting as he feels Kieren tighten, bear down, slick and shaking around him as the Omega comes. It's wonderful, the most beautiful thing Simon has ever seen as he watches Kieren's eyelids flutter, his mouth hanging open, chest heaving like he can't decide whether to hold his breath or hyperventilate, his peach-colored skin now stripped with white and stark.
It's too much - the scent of him, the feeling of Kieren going so tight and slick around him - Simon pulls out abruptly, wrapping his hand around the head of his cock as he shudders and growls through his own orgasm, adding his mess to Kieren's heaving stomach. The Omega looks up at him, golden eyes glowing and dazed, before he sits up and pulls Simon into another kiss, just as hard and passionate as their first one was.
Simon wraps his clean hand around the back of Kieren's neck, still breathing hard as Kieren kisses him.
"You didn't knot me," Kieren says, almost accusing.
Simon huffs a laugh. "Not gonna on your first time," he replies, knocking his knuckles lightly against Kieren's jaw. "We can work up to that."
Kieren smiles, this shy thing aimed down at his lap, his cheeks still a dark red. "Yeah?"
"Hey." Simon settles down, lifting Kieren's chin until they're looking at each other again. "I told you; I'm here with you, 'til the end." He smiles and Kieren shakes his head, grinning down at his lap again. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up. You're a mess."
"You made a mess of me," Kieren shoots back, unresisting as Simon hauls him up to his feet.
The Alpha shrugs one shoulder, unrepentant, then pauses, his eyes on Kieren's kiss-red mouth, stuck.
Kieren cocks his head to one side, eyebrow raised. "I told you, you can," he says, grinning when Simon's eyes flash up to his, all-blue once again. Then, the Alpha gives a self-deprecating laugh and pulls Kieren in, cupping his face in his large hands and kissing his Omega breathless.