A/N: It was supposed to be its own story (two short things, actually), but it fit to the first chapter here, so there we go. Fluff which ended in hurt/comfort. And there is a bit of suggestive stuff and the mentioning of sex, but not M-rated worthy I hope, so... don't worry?
"Rogue?"
The young man didn't bother to open his eyes, stayed in bed when Sting approached him from behind, sneaking under the covers before he wrapped his arms around him.
"Hm?", he wondered when Sting buried his face in the curve of his neck; it was winter and he was glad for the additional warmth the other one caused. "Nothing. I just like saying your name", he murmured against his skin.
"Weirdo."
"I'm sorry."
Not really though. Being sorry for worrying over things wasn't his thing. Neither was being afraid; yet he was haunted by these emotions. Sting was scared that one day, there'll be no answer just silence because even he was haunted by nightmares. In which Rogue was lying next to him, his body lifeless and his skin cold under his hands, life having left his eyes while the accusation remained. So as long as he was responding, it was fine.
"Rogue?"
"Would you stop, I –", he turned around to face him but halted when the blond spoke his next words.
"I love you."
The blush which was suddenly spreading across his face was welcomed and satisfying.
"Shut up."
"Hmmm. And what about you?", he teased, the grin trying to cover the emotion he wasn't able to hide at the right time.
"Fine. There. I love you."
Sting grinned, happy with the warm feeling in his chest – which was not caused by a mortal wound, blood flowing – and the other's action to bury his head in the pillows because he was ashamed to show it (not because Sting turned him around to avoid looking at his fixed glance).
"Rogue."
"Would you just –"
"Please don't die."
Taken off guard by the sadness in his voice, the black-haired looked at him, taking his head between his hands before he kissed him.
"I won't", he said, pressing their foreheads together. And neither should you.
"Good."
He nuzzled his neck, a gesture which caused the other to hum though rather because it was accompanied by two hands which sneaked under his shirt. "What?", Sting murmured against his skin whereupon Rogue just rolled his eyes.
This guy could change any situation without much effort and any shame.
"Frosch and Lector are sleeping."
"Well, I can keep quiet, though you..."
Sting couldn't and probably didn't want to hide the smirk which irritated his partner, elicited him a short groan. He thought that the blond was done teasing him with this, but of course he wasn't. Rogue was quiet, in general. But there were exceptions – which only Sting knew of.
Their first time was rather awkward as they were teammates before and the process of falling in love with each other was still behind their comprehension.
Sting was rather surprised though.
Rogue wasn't someone who allowed himself to lose control over his body, just let out some small moans, nothing more. At first he thought that this was just his thing, that he was a rather quiet person, even in bed, after all his nightmares never caused him to scream. But then Sting realised that his partner wasn't fully ready yet to let go of the control over his body. This wasn't really about trust, rather fear to be unable of regaining his composure afterwards, to become dependent. Still he insisted to sleep with Sting who was quite upset about his reserved behaviour, after all his partner was allowed to receive pleasure as well. Rogue responded that he was fine and that he didn't need to be so annoying.
Sting couldn't help it.
Maybe it was just because he wanted to see all of his faces.
So he waited.
And was rewarded.
It was starting to become less awkward between them and they dared to be more spontaneous despite of other things they had on their mind. So when Sting was busy peppering kisses along his skin, Rogue's mind started to drift off and when Sting let his hand wander between his legs, teasing him to get his attention back, a rather loud moan escaped him. There was a short awkward silence between them, as Sting hadn't expected this and neither Rogue who was fighting for his composure.
"Well, so you do feel something. I wonder which noises you can make as well", Sting purred causing Rogue's embarrassment to grow.
"I won't – "
"You can let go. Just once", he interrupted him, his voice soft, no teasing.
Rogue hesitated, wasn't sure if he could even to this in the first place since he had never experienced a situation like this. But it was Sting they were speaking of, so it should be fine.
"Okay."
Rogue was shuddering, eyes clouded with lust and voice full of satisfaction.
"Sting."
He had never heard his name during sex from him before and this was the reason why he looked up with a smirk.
"You're enjoying yourself."
No question, a statement.
Rogue just tried to glare at him not wanting to say it out loud. But Sting wasn't bothered by that.
"You don't? Then I should stop."
"No."
His tongue was faster than his brain, a fact he inwardly cursed.
"Ah, that's a decision I can live with."
"Shut up."
"Gladly."
He really did, though just to double the effort to make Rogue speak up. And he was successful. By now he knew a few of his weak spots and used them to his advantage, eliciting him moans, shuddering breaths and the cry of his name. It was satisfying, for both of them.
"I hate you", Rogue mumbled afterwards, head buried in his pillow while he waited for the shame to wash away.
Sting didn't really seem to be worried by that.
"We'll see about that the next time."
Sting was pretty confident, in comparison to Rogue who just threw a pillow at him.
But as much as Rogue liked to disagree, Sting was right. It felt good to let go for once, to allow him taking control, though he also liked to be the one causing the blond to beg for it. And that was the reason why Rogue gave in, even though Sting kind of riled him up.
"Al right."
"Really? Well, then –", he didn't manage to finish his sentence as Rogue was on top of him, interrupting him by pressing their lips together.
"You better be quiet. If they wake up, you are going to explain what we're doing."
Sting just nodded, too distracted by the young man and his body to actually care about what he was saying. Rogue smiled pleased, before he bend down again and finished what Sting had started.
(In the end they were quiet enough not to wake their cats up, nevertheless they refrained from doing it in their presence again, not wanting to tempt fate).
~Fin~
Thanks for reading! :3 I plan on publishing my next stories about these two on here as well, instead of only tumblr, as a short story collection. In case you might be interested, or not. Please be patient with me though, I'm lazy and slow and a poor busy student...
Until then, have a nice day!
Edit: More paragraphs for your reading pleasure.
