"Alan," Isaac found himself saying before his brain was aware of it, "I'm-you're-"
Alan glanced up at his blue eyed partner and began to lessen the pace of his coaxing rhythm to a sluggish, flirtatious slide. The engineer seethed a long moan and moved Alan's face up to his, smashing their mouths together in deep, greedy motions. The writer forced his own eyes open to watch Isaac's flushed expression and to witness his growing desperation for more intimacy. His hands were in non-stop exploration mode and soon they had found their way under the waistband of Alan's pants and briefs, groping affectionately to return the pleasure.
The writer pulled away from the kiss and focused completely on Isaac's touch, slowing his own slipping grip in order to allow his partner to move without distraction. He was slowly unbuckling Alan's belt, letting it fall to the side as he worked at the button and zipper. They met eyes as Isaac gently tugged the jeans downwards, holding the sides of Alan's strong thighs momentarily before commenting, "Your suit was easier than mine,"
Alan couldn't help but laugh despite his rushing blood. "Yeah, my occupation's a bit less demanding."
Isaac's expression softened from playfulness to nervousness and focus again as his fingers slid under his partner's waistband and prodded carefully. He watched Alan's eyes close in anticipation.
The engineer was genuinely frightened. He had no idea what he was doing but something about Alan had sparked him in such a way that his stubborn and eager personality was showing itself in new aspects. He was hungry for the writer's attention and found himself willing to do most anything to keep it on him.
It was obvious Alan felt the same way, judging by the state of his body when Isaac finally jumped the mental hurtle to touch him. A soft moan escaped his lips and Isaac was instantly re-aroused, his shaking hand moving over Alan's erection with sloppy, unsure strokes. He waited for a scolding, for something telling him he wasn't succeeding but the only responses he received were moans and an eager hand on his chest.
Isaac examined Alan's face as he touched him. He was extremely handsome, with the chiseled jaw, unshaven cheeks – even the scarring gash on his right temple. He had admitted to himself upon their meeting that Alan was attractive, but the soft, indulgent expression on his partner's face now was almost overwhelming. Isaac had picked up a pace of the strokes and it was producing continuous, rhythmic grunts from the writer. As he pleasured him, the engineer leaned forward, pressing his lips to the corner of Alan's mouth, then his cheek and his temple. He kissed him gently and affectionately and Alan leaned into it without control, lifting his head as if to meet the kisses but so buried in pleasure he was unable to make contact his partner. He simply let his body fall into Isaac's, letting go of his control over the situation for a moment.
The engineer smirked at their change of positions and he continued to plant kisses across his partner's face, working his mouth against his jawline and then under his chin, nipping lightly at his neck. Alan moaned loudly in response and encouragement, his loose grip on Isaac's erection tightening out of reflex and in turn coaxing a matching moan from his partner.
"Oh God," Alan said finally in a harsh sigh, his face growing damp with sweat. He smiled at Isaac as he cupped his hand around both of their members, rubbing his fingers up and down over them together. The engineer responded immediately and pushed forward with a sharp inhale, his grip bracing the edge of the table. Alan purred playfully and kissed Isaac once before pulling back in a tease. Isaac bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, his body on fire from the friction. He wanted to attack the writer, jump on top of him, pin him down – his assertiveness and assurance in himself was creating fantasies that both invigorated and nauseated him. He knew he wanted Alan.
The writer held Isaac's hip with his free hand as he worked both of them, his own focus and intent on teasing the engineer barely within conscious grasp; he hadn't expected himself to respond so strongly. He never thought he had possessed any gay tendencies but this control over another man was something he hadn't experienced previously. And Isaac's body was fantastic.
Isaac was so deep in his lust that when he realized where he was and opened his eyes he was dangerously close to climaxing. His body was trembling and a hot feeling in his stomach was washing over his entire frame, causing groans to escape with each application of friction. In a desperate attempt to distract himself he pressed his chest into Alan's, kissing him deeply and invasively. The hope to slow down the rubbing was in vain as not only did the writer quicken his pace in arousal but Isaac's heat only spread with the contact of their lips.
His body tremored uncontrollably and grabbed his partner's sides as he came, pressing his face into the crook of Alan's neck. The sound that escaped the engineer almost shoved Alan over the edge but he used every ounce of remaining strength to keep his bearings and prevent himself from crumbling under Isaac's weight.
The release had lubed his remaining arousal and he bit hard on his bottom lip to keep himself from climaxing but the engineer's scent and weight and sounds created an unexpected burden. He came quickly and unintentionally pushed into Isaac, almost bringing them both onto the tabletop.
The engineer was unable to hold back an exhausted laugh as he held the writer against him, both of them panting and slick with sweat. Alan's coat was heavy and hot against Isaac and he pushed it off of his shoulders onto the floor.
"What are you doing?" Alan asked him passively, barely lifting his head from Isaac's neck.
"Well, you're not going anywhere, are you?" he scoffed. "Take your shoes off."
Alan instantly started laughing as he barely righted himself, grabbing lazily at the damp hoody that constricted his chest with heat. As he undressed himself he glanced over his shoulder at Isaac who was shrugging out of the remainder of his black and white engineering suit. His cheeks grew red despite not getting caught in the glance and he looked away, kicking his boots off.
"Where am I staying?" Alan called after Isaac who had simply walked out of the room completely naked. He was slightly irritated by their lack of communication now.
"Outside?" Isaac called back, and his upper body appeared through the doorframe. "No. Come on."
Moments later they lay in the same bed on separate ends, completely awake and acting asleep. They had meddled with each other's physicality and capacity for emotion; Alan's presence in Isaac's life was meddling enough in itself. But he couldn't ask him to leave or think about it even, and this realization was almost sickening as he felt a wave of anxiety wash over him.
Alan let his hand hang over the edge of the mattress and stared at it as he moved his fingers in a rippling motion. He felt he had made a mistake and yet somehow he was gripped with a contentedness he wasn't familiar with. The confusion was stuffy and unwelcome and his irritation had ballooned into a low anger he knew he would lose in sleep.
They both wanted to speak but in the darkness they were without words.