Originally posted on Tumblr (FlipSideofC)

Contains some lemon.

Sting and Rogue were both raised in small towns by slightly homofobic parents. They met in college, became best friends and moved to the city together to study and work. They have been living together for a long time, but neither would admit to being in love with the other. When they are drunk they end up touching more and more though, pretending to joke around or help the other home. They take it further and further, but they both pretend they have forgotten the next day.

Sting is attempting to chat up a girl but Rogue distracts him and she leaves. When they stumble home drunk Sting says it's Rogue's fault he's not getting laid. They giggle and joke around.

"Let me make it up to you", Rogue says.

"I doubt you can help me with that", Sting scoffs although he definitely wants Rogue to do just that. "But feel free to try".

Rogue opens Sting's pants and strokes him while Sting moans. Rogue's hands still.

"D…don't stop dammit", Sting pants.

Rogue chuckles and then sucks him greedily. Sting yells and groans and comes hard in Rogue's mouth.

"Shit Rogue you're good at that", Sting croaks. "I am better though", he says cockily.

"Prove it", Rogue says and Sting does just that.

They lie panting afterwards staring at the ceiling.

The next day they are both disgusted with themselves and wow never to do it again. Just the alcohol, it's just the alcohol, they tell themselves. It happens again though - and again. Sometimes they just sleep in each others' arms, sometimes they touch and kiss, sometimes they go further and then much further. One night they can't help themselves and Rogue fucks Sting. They both come screaming, clutching each other. Sting fucks Rogue as well. They usually take turns.

Sting desperately gets a girlfriend who is bemused to notice he screams Rogue's name when he comes. When they lie in bed (his for once, they are usually at her place) one day she asks "who is Rogue?"

"Huh?"

"Who is Rogue?"

"He's my flatmate, why?" Sting replies, confused and a bit on edge. Why does she have to talk about Rogue? He tries his best not to think about him when he's with her but especially in bed he can't help it. Sleeping with others is never the same now that he knows what it's like - it doesn't feel a fraction of what being inside Rogue does …or having Rogue inside him…feeling Rogue's cock move inside him, flesh slapping together… oh *gods* don't think about that now.

"Oh…" the girl blushes. So that's why they almost never go to his place… Sting has mentioned his flatmate several times, but never his name.

"Is he good-looking?"

"Huh?"

"Is Rogue good-looking?"

"Why are we talking about Rogue?" Sting complains.

"Just answer the question."

"I suppose… yes he's good-looking."

"Is he nice?"

"Yes!"

"A good friend?"

"The best."

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"No…"

"Boyfriend?"

"No! Why?"

"Oh no reason." Sting's eyebrows twitch.

"Well I am off to work."

When she leaves, Rogue enters and Sting looks a bit flustered. Rogue avoids looking at him and nods to the girl, who narrows her eyes. Taking them in she sighs. Oh well…he's cute, but playing second has never amused her that much.

"You must be Rogue, Sting talks about you a lot."

Rogue starts. "Uh…hi." Sting looks annoyed.

"Well I am off. Sting, it was nice knowing you." Sting looks confused.

"Oh…and Rogue…" she winks, "Sting screams your name in bed. .time. and also he says he loves you in his sleep. By—e."

Sting's face heats up and he just looks straight at the door, refusing to turn his head. Rogue is red in the face as well.

"I …uh…"

Sting quickly walks off to his room, feeling his throat clog up. He sits on the bed, trying to get his shit together. Rogue enters and stands in front of him.

"Is it true?" Sting is not replying.

"Is it true?"

"Yes godammit!" Sting yells. "Gods… I've been trying to… I can't… shit Rogue", he whispers brokenly.

Rogue kisses him and they desperately grasp at each other, tumbling into bed, lips not leaving the other.

"I love you too", Rogue mumbles. Sting makes a strangled noice.

"Rogue… I love you so damn much. I know it's wrong but I don't care. I don't care anymore."

"Me neither. Eternal damnation is fine by me."

Sting laughs. They grin and kiss and touch. For once they are sober - and they don't have any regrets the next day.

They send the girl flowers. She smiles slightly. Those dorks.