One stood under the spray, letting the warmth trickle over his scalp, down his neck. Shoulders. It really made sense that someone else had been working with Catherine. Maybe even controlling her. Since waking up in that room, more of his memories of her had been coming back. It was like the wall that had kept him separate from his memories had come down a little more. He couldn't even remember them ever fighting and suddenly she wanted him dead. If Boone hadn't given him the chance he did...
One still wondered why. If Boone knew that she was going to call the cops, why didn't he just not show up? He could have ran and when her plan went south...chances are they would have found another guy to do the job. The damage was done, anyway. One wouldn't have been able to trust her again and he would always be wondering who'd wanted him dead.
What kind of a life would that have been?
Three's body was blurry through the glass. He could ask. Right here, right now. Why save a spoiled rich guy? Why tie him to you like this? Derrick Moss was like an anchor around Marcus Boone's neck. He could ask, but he didn't wasn't sure if he could take the answer.
One scrubbed at the blood on his skin, none of it his. "Did the others tell you to keep an eye on me or are you doing it just because you want to?"
"Can it be because I did miss you?"
"Not because you don't trust me?"
"I know you. If you killed them, then you had a damn good reason."
One slid the door open. "There isn't a good reason to just slaughter people."
"Maybe they were gonna space you for being a stowaway. Or – " Three couldn't continue because One's lips were suddenly against his. The kiss was soft and slow.
"I was so stupid...I shouldn't have let them take me back to my old life. I belonged in that prison next to you." One whispered against him.
"You would've hated it. Food's worse than anything we have here."
One went to kiss him again and Three pulled back, dodging him. One's face fell. "Good seeing you. I'll just be in here, murderer back from the dead and full of machines."
Three caught the door when One tried shutting it. "It's not that. You've just been through a lot lately. I don't want – "
"I want. I want you. I want before. I need it, Three. Need you to prove I'm not dead." One grabbed Three's shirt, tugging him into the shower and this time he got his kiss.
Three broke it to look down One's chest. "Not even one scar..."
One stripped off Three's shirt. He kissed and bit his skin from his neck down his chest. "Thought you liked me pretty."
"I like you alive. Fuck..." Three moaned. One had bit down on the skin around his nipple. He raked his teeth over it while pulling open Three's pants.
Three pushed him until his back hit the shower wall, knocking a bottle of something to slide around his feet. He stripped off his pants himself while One watched, slowly stroking his cock.
Three joined him in the shower, knocking One's hand away so he could take over. One let out a shaky moan. "Yes, Three...more..."
Three shook his head. "Not here."
One grabbed Three's free hand and pulled it around behind him. He didn't care how desperate he sounded. "Please...I just...I need to feel you. All of you."
"I'm not killing both of us in this shower." Three turned it off and stepped out. One stalked past him into the other room.
Three entered his bedroom to find One already on his hands and knees on the bed. His head was angled to stare at the gun lying on the side of the bed he usually slept on when he stayed here.
"Is that Moss?"
"Hey, you remembered!"
"How could I not? Why is it here?"
Three strolled to the bed. "He was very worried when I went to prison, so Moss hasn't wanted to leave my side since I got back."
"You've been sleeping with your gun?" Three ran his teeth over the flesh of One's ass. The shiver ran through One's body and he dropped his head to the mattress so that his ass was the only thing in the air. "Please..."
Three chuckled. Against his skin, he said, "You know the rules, Pretty Boy."
"I hate your fucking rules." One groaned.
"But you love the fucking part so much. Come on." Three licked over him. "Tell me what you want."
One wiggled his hips. "More of that..."
"Yeah? More of this?" Three licked over him again, keeping the touch so light he knew One had to barely feel it. "Or this?"
One let out a sinful moan when Three plunged his tongue all the way inside. He rocked his whole body back on him. "Three...please..."
Three thrust his tongue several more times before pushing in one finger. "You feel so tight."
That made One squeeze his muscles around Three's finger. "Then think about me around your cock and hurry up."
Three bit the flesh of One's ass and groaned into it. "In a rush?"
"You remember the part where I died, right?"
Three added another finger. They'd had plenty of practice at this.
"Come on...I need you to make this feel real."
Three stopped what he was doing. "What in the hell does that mean?"
One pushed his face into the mattress, sinking down and rolling so that his right hip was on the bed. "Everything feels like a dream since I woke up. Like the only real thing is that I'm still dead. Every second, I keep waiting to wake up from this and just be...dead."
One lifted his head to look back at Three. "I really need you to make me forget that for a few minutes. Give me a reason to stay alive. To stay here."
Three pulled One's hips up so he was on his knees again, head down. There wasn't any resistance when he pushed his fingers back in. One moaned at the feeling before letting out a throatier sound when Three hooked his fingers. One buried his face in the mattress. "God, yes...Three..."
Three smiled. One squeezed his fingers, groaning as the fingers pulled out. He kept rocking his hips on the air. Three tapped him on the hip. "Turn over."
One raised his head to look back at him. He rolled his eyes, but rolled over without one complaint. His legs fell open around Three. One stared up at him, his eyes bouncing over Three's face.
Three had to take a deep breath to calm himself. One wasn't the only one feeling like this was a dream. And the farther it went, the more he felt like he was going to wake up alone at any second.
He came down over One, taking his mouth in a kiss that somehow managed to cool things off and ramp up the heat at the same time. In the same way he could tell the other Derrick from Corso, he knew this was One all the way down to his bones.
Three eased a little to the side to slide his hand down to One's cock. He stroked him slow, changing the pressure until he had One moaning into his mouth.
One broke the kiss to push his head back into the mattress. He grabbed Three's arms, digging his fingers in. "Fuck...fuck me, you asshole..."
Three took his hand away and One opened his eyes. He was smiling down at him, but not in his usual cocky way. One tried to keep his eyes open as Three pushed inside. When he bottomed out, Three set to kissing him again.
"Why are you so...?" One asked, squeezing around Three's cock.
Three moaned. His eyes roamed over One's body. "Missed you."
He rolled his hips into One's. This wasn't going to be some kind of marathon thing and neither of them wanted it to be. When Three was close, he reached for One's cock, stroking him with his thrusts.
One's eyes slipped shut. "Three, I'm gonna come..."
Three nodded. Sure that One couldn't see him, he mouthed, I love you.
One's body seized up right then. Warmth hit Three's stomach and One grabbed at him, pulling Three down into a kiss. Three thrust again and One twisted under him, moaning into his mouth. One squeezed him and arched his back, trying to help him along.
"Come on," One whispered against his lips, "you feel so good. Come..."
Three growled and there it was. He thrust hard into One, burying his head in One's shoulder. When he could move, Three rolled to the side. "Ah..."
Three had to pull Moss out from under his back where it was digging into him. He rolled to gently lay the gun on the floor. When he rolled back, One was propped up on one elbow, watching him. "What?"
One shook his head. "Just trying to figure out who you love more: me or the gun?"
A/n: Happy Hump Day! Thanks for reading and I'll see you on Friday.