It took MacCready a moment to realise where he was. His head hurt, and his mouth was dry. He knew he wasn't in the same bed as usual because it was bigger, and it smelled different. He half opened his eyes, wincing a little at the morning light, and then it registered. He heard soft breathing, not quite snoring behind him, and he rolled over to see Nate on his back, lips slightly parted and the covers not quite covering him. MacCready blinked, recalling the events of the previous evening, and felt a fluttering happiness in his chest. At some point between their making out and going to sleep, Nate had removed the band holding his hair out of his face, and it was currently all over the place, sticking up at odd angles and spread out on the pillow beneath his head. He remembered tangling his fingers in that hair, and kissing those lips, and he felt strange. Happy, but at the same time a little incredulous. He couldn't believe he'd actually done it. Told Nate how he felt. Sure, he hadn't been particularly eloquent about it and he'd probably been slightly more drunk than he'd thought, but he'd done it. And it seemed to have paid off.
Feeling brave, he reached out a hand and brushed the scar beneath Nate's eye with a fingertip. Nate didn't react except to twitch his nose slightly as MacCready's finger ran across the line that cut it in two. MacCready rested his palm on Nate's jaw, brushing his thumb across his cheek tenderly. He'd wanted to touch for what felt like so long, and now he could. He listened as the rhythm of Nate's breathing changed, becoming shallower, and watched as a small smile graced his lips before he opened his eyes, his expression slightly glazed as his mind clung to the last vestiges of sleep. His eyes focused on MacCready's, and he rolled onto his side, facing him.
"Morning." His smile became more pronounced as MacCready pulled his hand back. "It wasn't just a dream then. A beautiful, wonderful dream." He sighed happily. MacCready felt himself blush a little.
"No, I'm real. Sorry."
Nate chuckled. "Don't be." Then he leaned over. "May I?" MacCready nodded, and Nate kissed him, just a simple brush of lips on lips but enough to make another rush of happiness flood MacCready's system. Nate hummed softly as he ran his fingers through the hair at MacCready's temple, watching him with the fondness the merc was so familiar with in his eyes. MacCready closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the simple touch. He felt Nate's lips on his forehead, and he moved into Nate's embrace, resting his head beneath the other man's chin.
"This doesn't quite feel real, though." He murmured, tracing a pale, cross shaped mark just below Nate's collarbone.
"Mm. I know what you mean."
"Does this mean... Are we a thing now?" He felt Nate shift away from him slightly so he could look him in the eye.
"Do you want us to be a thing?"
"Well... Yeah. I guess so."
"You guess so? You don't sound very sure."
"Nate, I've been questioning myself for the past three weeks. Before you showed up I thought I was straight. I was pretty sure about it. So yeah, it kinda feels like being sure of something doesn't mean much any more."
Nate blinked. He seemed unsure of how to respond. MacCready sighed, trying to tone down the frustration that had been rising in his voice, unbidden. "Yes. I... I want you. I want us to be together. But that doesn't mean it doesn't scare the crap out of me, okay?"
Nate's expression softened. He smiled a little, then leaned in, kissing MacCready in a soft, gentle way. MacCready responded in kind, and when Nate pulled away, he could feel the other man's breath on his lips.
"There. That's not so scary, is it?"
MacCready gave his shoulder a gentle shove. "That's not what I mean." Nate chuckled.
"I know. But it's better to focus on the good stuff. And you know I'm here for you."
"Mmm." MacCready kissed him again, more sure of himself now. "I'm still mad at you for rejecting me last night, by the way."
"Oh come on, I was just being courteous. I had to make sure. And my promise still stands."
"Oh, it does, does it?" MacCready climbed on top of him, kissing and biting his shoulder and neck playfully. Nate laughed.
"Definitely. Though I might have to get something to eat first." He rolled over, easily pinning MacCready beneath him. "Then this," he trailed a fingertip down MacCready's chest, making him shiver slightly. "All mine." He leaned down to give his lover one more kiss, then got off him. MacCready watched him walk over to the cooler, appreciating the view. It was amazing really, he thought, how easily this all seemed to be going. He supposed it was the same playful teasing it had always been, just on a more genuine level. In all honesty, he felt kind of stupid. He'd been worrying about it for weeks and now it was done and it was as easy as breathing.
"Here." Nate threw a canister of purified water at him, which he almost missed. "Fix up the hangover I'm sure you have."
"I'm fine." MacCready replied. "I've had way worse."
"I bet." He rifled through his stocks as MacCready popped it open and took a drink. The water tasted sweet after the nasty taste left in his mouth from the vodka. "Do you know what I miss? Cereal. Not like these 200 year old sugar bombs. Proper cereal, with fresh milk and a little bit of sugar on top."
"Can't say I sympathise."
"And bacon. Damn, I miss bacon. Why aren't there any pigs in the Commonwealth?"
MacCready frowned. "I dunno. I assumed they all died out or something."
"Fuck. No more bacon. That's actually really sad." He pulled out a box of snack cakes and shrugged. "Once upon a time I would have considered cake for breakfast to be a really bad idea."
"Why?"
"Because of the sugar. Surefire way to get a cavity, or so I was taught."
MacCready was confused by this. "But aren't sugar bombs meant for breakfast? And they've got just as much sugar in them."
Nate returned to the bed, popping open the box and offering a cake to MacCready. He took it. "Mm. That's a good point, actually. I have to say, I still feel guilty about not brushing my teeth sometimes."
MacCready blinked. He didn't think he'd ever brushed his teeth once in his life. Then again, that probably explained how Nate's teeth were still so goddamned perfect when his were very not perfect.
It didn't take long for them to polish off the box between them. After Nate put the empty box to one side and licked the sugar from his fingers, he settled down once more.
"Do you have any plans today?" MacCready asked.
"Not really, no. I want some time off before I go barrelling off on my next task."
"What is your next task, then?"
Nate grimaced. "Killing a Courser."
"A what?"
"Yeah. You heard me right. So basically the only way in and out of the Institute is by teleportation, right? And the only way to tune into the frequency the teleportation happens on is by using a Courser chip. Or something to that effect. And the only way to get ahold of a chip is to dig it out of the brain of a Courser."
"But... Where do you even find one? And once you do, how do you kill it? I've never met one, probably wouldn't be here if I had, but I've heard they're way stronger than your average human, smarter, faster and a lot harder to kill."
"Harder. Not impossible."
"No, but still!"
"Hey. Nothing's beaten me yet. Come close a couple times, but close isn't good enough."
MacCready gave him a concerned look. "Don't be arrogant. That'll get you killed as easily as weakness will."
Nate sighed. "I know, but it's the only option I have. I have to believe I can do it."
There was a brief silence. MacCready thought for a moment, then took Nate's hand. "We can. We'll just be careful about it, okay? I'm not losing you to some Institute drone."
Nate smiled, lacing his fingers with MacCready's. "Yeah."
MacCready rested his head on Nate's shoulder, and found himself running the fingers of his free hand over the long, ugly scars on Nate's shoulder. "You already have way too many of these."
"They're not exactly rare. I've seen a load of people with scars. World like this, it's difficult not to get them."
"Well yeah, but," MacCready sat up in front of Nate, holding his arms out. "Look at me. I've got a couple, sure, but nowhere near what you have. And I've lived in the wasteland my whole life. You? You've been living here what, six months? A year? You're reckless." He sighed, climbing on top of Nate so he faced him directly. "Alright. Tell me about some of them." He pointed at the cross on Nate's collar. "What about that one?"
"Switchblade. Raider tried to slit my throat. Came close, but didn't manage."
"Hm. What about these?" He ran his fingers over a series of circles that pockmarked his shoulder. Nate cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Submachine gun. While I was storming 114 to rescue Nick."
"Uh huh. Now you got that one on our first day together." MacCready's fingers traced over a nastily messy one on Nate's side. "Super mutants." His touch trailed further down, to a crescent of marks just above his hip.
"Actually, that wasn't long after I got out of the Vault. Pack of wild dogs." He held up his arm. "I got a matching one here." Sure enough, an almost identical mark decorated his forearm. MacCready gave him a look. He sighed. "Alright, I'm beginning to see your point. But my recklessness is part of who I am. These scars... Well, they're a part of me now." His hand unconsciously went to his nose. "They have to be."
"I'm not saying I don't like your scars. I just don't like what they mean. No one in their right mind wants to get hurt this badly."
"You get used to it."
"That's my point. You shouldn't have to."
"Oh, stop worrying about me." Nate rolled over so he was lying between MacCready's legs, his weight warm and heavy on the younger man's front. Their faces were inches away, and Nate only stayed like that for a second before kissing him. His lips were still slightly sticky from the cakes, and they tasted sweet.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to be able to do that." He murmured when he broke the kiss.
"Mm. I have a vague idea." MacCready was beginning to feel a little flushed as he became aware of the extremely compromising position they were in. He could feel Nate's laugh, thanks to the closeness of their bodies, and it was beginning to stir up certain thoughts and desires. He pulled Nate down for another kiss, a much rougher one this time, deciding that it was better to act on such thoughts rather than try to hide them. If Nate was surprised, he didn't show it, responding eagerly to MacCready's advances. He shifted his body, causing MacCready to gasp a little beneath him. Nate broke the kiss only to focus his attentions just below MacCready's jaw. MacCready came very close to yelping out loud when he felt Nate bite down on the spot. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. His lover was very thorough, and he was sure that when Nate pulled away he would have a very impressive hickey to show for it. He shifted again, moving so that he could touch MacCready, running his hand over the other man's bare chest. His fingers found MacCready's nipple and began drawing little circles around it, teasing him. This made the younger man gasp and press himself to Nate's body. He could feel Nate's arousal and suddenly he was nervous again, fear fluttering in his stomach.
"Nate?" He asked in a breathy, uneven voice. The older man glanced up at him. "Be gentle." Nate's expression held for a moment, then broke into a soft smile. He nodded before kissing him again. When MacCready felt Nate's hand dip lower, over the flat planes of his stomach to rest over boxers which were quickly becoming uncomfortably tight, he gasped into Nate's mouth. Nate was being gentle, his touch barely there but enough to send a flash of heat through MacCready's body. He broke the kiss, looking down at his flustered lover.
"I take it you've never done this before, then." His voice was barely a murmur as he continued to rub MacCready through the fabric of his boxers.
"Uh, no. Never." Nate hummed in response, sounding pleased. MacCready wondered if he was happy that he got to effectively take his virginity. "Have you?"
"A couple times. More often than not I'm the one on top, though I have received, too."
"O...Oh." Nate's touch was very pleasant, and very distracting. When he stopped, climbing off MacCready, the younger man protested. "Hey! Come back."
"I gotta get something. While I do, I want those off." He pointed at MacCready's underwear, then rolled over so he could open a drawer by the bed and rummage through it. MacCready pulled off his underwear, suddenly feeling exposed and a little embarrassed. He knew it was ridiculous, but something about laying back on Nate's bed, stark naked and aroused, felt... well, not quite wrong, but definitely dirty. He closed his legs in a weak attempt to preserve some modesty.
"Aha." Nate closed the drawer and turned back to him, and MacCready didn't miss the appreciative glance over his body- the entirety of his body- that the older man gave him. He held up a little bottle. "Knew it would come in useful."
MacCready gave a short laugh. "You think everything's gonna come in useful."
"Yes, but this in particular. Unfortunately, condoms seem to be in short supply." He gave MacCready an apologetic look. "Is that a problem?"
"Well, I mean, it's not like you're gonna get me pregnant, is it?" He gave Nate a nervous smile. Nate laughed.
"I suppose you're right. And I know I'm clean."
"That's, uh, that's good." MacCready frowned for a moment. "I think I'm good. Last time I went to see a doctor I was fine and I haven't slept with anyone since then."
"Excellent. Now that the boring stuff's out of the way..." He ran a hand up MacCready's thigh, wordlessly encouraging him to spread his legs once more. The merc obliged, though he could feel himself blushing as he did so. Nate divested himself of his own underwear, allowing MacCready to see all of him, too. Strangely enough, the first thought that went through his head was Huh. So the carpet does match the drapes. He smirked a little at this. Nate raised an eyebrow at him.
"Sorry. Sorry, it's just..." He trailed off. "Never mind."
Nate leaned over him, his hands either side of MacCready's head. "Tell me."
"I guess I didn't expect you to be red down there, too." He realised how stupid he sounded the moment he said it. Nate looked confused for a moment, then laughed.
"What else would I be?"
"I don't know." His face was burning as Nate laughed. "Just shut up and screw me, alright?"
"Your wish is my command." And then Nate's hand was on his cock, and he gasped at the sudden flash of pleasure.
"C-Christ, Nate..." he bit back a moan as long fingers curled around his erection, making his muscles tense and his skin prickle with sweat. He'd forgotten how different it felt when someone else did it. How much more intense. Nate stroked him slowly, and he found himself moving with Nate's hand, trying to get more of that desperately wonderful feeling. Nate was watching him closely, and MacCready did feel a little self conscious under his gaze, but the feeling was just too good for him to worry about it. Before too long, his lover changed tactics, his hand moving to cup his balls. It still felt good, but it did leave his erection feeling sorely neglected. He bucked slightly, wanting friction.
"I'm gonna need you to relax, okay?" Nate murmured, and then all the touch was gone, and MacCready heard a soft click as the cap of the little bottle was flicked open. The merc nodded, and took a deep breath, making a conscious effort to relax every muscle in his body. That effort went out of the window as, after a soft kiss, he felt something cool and slick just behind his balls.
God, this... this is really happening. He thought to himself as he felt the tip of Nate's finger rubbing against that sensitive patch of skin, down to that part of him that no one had touched before. He could feel it pressing up against his entrance, just barely pushing inside, and the sensation made him tense up in pleasure- not quite physical pleasure, more the idea of it. An eager shadow of what was to come. He felt Nate's lips against the skin just below his ear, and Nate's voice was low when he reminded MacCready to just relax. The breath that MacCready let out as Nate pushed the tip of his finger in- just the tip- was shuddery and uneven. And yet... he had expected pain. And it didn't hurt. The slickness of the lube meant it was almost easy. Nate paused for a moment, then pushed further, and this time there was resistance. Not much, just enough to have MacCready's body tensing once more, suddenly aware of muscles he'd never been aware of before twitching around Nate's finger. When he felt the knuckles of Nate's hand pressing against his skin he knew that Nate's whole finger was inside him and that thought sent a spike of arousal through him. Nate paused, looking down at him.
"You okay?"
MacCready assessed his condition. It didn't hurt beyond a very faint stretch, nowhere near what he was expecting, and so he nodded.
"How does it feel?"
It felt... weird. Good, but strange. He pushed back against Nate's hand and found that he wanted more. "Feels good." He breathed, "Do... do more. I want..." his breath hitched as Nate curled his finger inside him, stroking his insides. "Oh." The sensation was indescribably strange. The muscles in his lower back seized up, the little circles Nate was drawing causing a flash of heat that made the surface of his skin feel cold. He gasped. "That... that feels... really good..." Nate hummed again, that strange low noise of pleasure he made in the back of his throat, and then retracted his finger. MacCready was about to complain when he felt a second finger pushing in alongside the first. And this time there was more stretch, enough to cause a slight burn to accompany it. He tensed, his breath leaving him, and Nate stopped. His fingers stilled, and his expression was concerned.
"Don't... don't stop." MacCready almost whined.
"Does it hurt?" Nate asked, his voice soft, heady. MacCready shook his head.
"'S not... not enough." And it was true. One finger had been... nothing, really. Just a sensation. It hadn't been enough to stretch him, just enough to show him how good it could feel. But this... this was more. And it made him want more. "Please..."
Nate gave him what he wanted, pushing both fingers in as deep as he could. Nate's body was hot against his, and he could feel the older man's breath on his cheek, and the combination of the sensation and the stretch that was just enough to have him gasping and gritting his teeth but not enough- not quite enough to pull a moan from him. It was slowly but surely driving him crazy. Nate moved, his fingers curling and separating and sliding against each other and him, and MacCready couldn't help but move with him, his toes curling. He wanted Nate's fingers deeper, wanted that phantom pleasure that was chasing up his spine to be made real. He pulled him in for another kiss, at first just catching the corner of Nate's mouth before Nate got the idea and kissed back, his fingers still twisting and pushing inside him. When MacCready felt a third finger pushing against his entrance, he did moan, his muscles tight around the intruders, the burn intensifying. It was sore, but in a good way, satisfying the desire for more, at least in that sense. This time, Nate didn't curl his fingers or anything like that, he slid them in and out in a slow and deliberate rhythm. Each time, MacCready half expected them to go a little further. Just a little bit more, to satisfy that edge too. But they didn't, and it was endlessly frustrating.
"RJ?" Nate asked, without stopping his ministrations.
"Wh... what?"
"I think... Do you think you're ready?" Nate's voice was uneven too, not in the same breathless way as MacCready's, but in a way that made him sound like he was pushing his own self control, a kind of rough hoarseness laden with lust. His tone alone sent a shiver through MacCready, as it put pictures in his head of what Nate would do if he let go of that control.
"Yes. Yes, oh God just... do it."
Despite the fact that he had been the one to give the order, he almost screamed in frustration when Nate pulled out his fingers, leaving him open and empty and wanting. It was only then that he registered how much his muscles burned. His thighs hurt from holding his position for so long, his back hurt from the tension that had crept into his position and oh- his insides burned, too. Ten times worse than they had with Nate's fingers inside him.
"Nate..." He gasped, taking in the sight of the man before him. The redhead was sat back to allow both hands free, and had poured a fair amount of lube into his palm. He was stroking himself, his eyes meeting MacCready's, lips wet from kissing and slightly parted as he panted. His hair, loose from its usual ponytail, hung down around his face, threatening to fall over his eyes. Oh, it was a beautiful sight. "Nate please."
"One... One moment." His cheeks were flushed pink as he leaned over MacCready once more, pressing a kiss to his lips, then his cheek, his stubble scratching MacCready's skin. He was within touching distance now, and MacCready took advantage of that, his fingers tangling in Nate's hair and clawing at his shoulder. He felt the brush of something slick against his ass, the shudder that ran through Nate's body at the contact. His muscles twitched, waiting to be stretched open once more. "God, RJ. I can't... you're really letting me do this..."
"Yeah. I am." MacCready replied, scarcely believing it himself. He felt the head of Nate's cock pressing against his entrance, that alone enough to force a shaky breath out of him, promising to satiate the burning emptiness his fingers had left behind.
"You... you talk to me, okay?" Nate's voice almost cracked as he spoke, and MacCready felt a shiver of pride go through him as he realised Nate was this wound up because of him. "Tell me... tell me how it feels."
"It feels..." He struggled to find the words. "Nate, it hurts, how much I want it..." Nate kissed him roughly in response to this, like he'd been waiting for an excuse to do so. Then he pushed himself forward, just a little. Just barely stretching him out. "Nate. Oh, I... I need... Nate I need more..." His nails dug into Nate's back, and he bucked his hips ever so slightly. His cock was hard against Nate's stomach, and the motion caused just a touch of friction, a vague jolt of pleasure. He bit down on his lip to stop a whimper. "Just f- Oh, just-" his thoughts wouldn't work right, and he was failing to find a substitute for what he wanted to say.
"Say it." Nate breathed, his voice heady with desire.
"Just fuck me."
And he swore to God Nate growled like an animal as he finally gave MacCready what he wanted. MacCready's train of thought ground to a halt, he felt lightheaded and all that mattered was the feeling. The yawning ache being filled and the hot, potent flash of masochistic pleasure that caused him to drag his nails over Nate's skin, unable to tell whether it was his hands or Nate's back that was slick with sweat. Maybe both. His breath was coming in short pants, not quite enough oxygen getting to his brain. Nate was muttering in his ear, incoherent words of praise and desire.
"So... so good... RJ... you feel... yes..." He moaned as he pushed himself in, an unbridled sound of lust that was music to his lover's ears. When he felt the press of Nate's hips against his ass, his eyes fluttered closed and he lost himself in feeling. Nate had stilled, giving him time to get used to the feeling, and MacCready could feel their bodies pressed together in such an intimate way that he couldn't tell where he stopped and Nate began. Their chests against one another, their out-of-sync breathing causing sweat-slick skin to meet and separate and meet again. Nate's breath, hot and wet on the side of his neck. He swallowed, his lips and tongue the only part of him that was dry as he panted.
"Can I...?" Nate asked, polite as ever even through the ragged, aching desire that permeated his voice. MacCready shifted, able to feel every twinge of muscle and slick movement inside him as he did so. He nodded, and Nate, seeming just as tense as MacCready, changed position ever so slightly to give himself more leverage. Even that tiny motion was enough to have MacCready press his head back onto the pillow, mouth open in a half-gasp. He wanted to wrap his legs around Nate, to pull him closer, deeper. But he also wanted Nate to move already-
He did. He rolled his hips in a slow, languid motion that wasn't quite a thrust, but that allowed MacCready to feel every last inch of Nate's length, and every imperfection that came with it. "Oh sh-" he choked back the swear, even though he knew there was little left for him to salvage now.
"That... that's good for you?" Nate asked, and MacCready nodded, eager to get him moving again, to really properly feel what he could do. Nate did it again, a smooth roll of his hips out of MacCready and then a snap back in again. He raised himself up ever so slightly so he was once more face to face with his lover, futilely trying to brush his hair out of his face only for it to fall stubbornly back into place. He held his gaze as he slid into a rhythm, still going slow and gentle, but allowing himself a little more rein, a greater movement. His breath fluttered from his chest, bringing light grunts of pleasure with it. And even now, even through the haze of lust in his eyes MacCready could see that same soft fondness in his expression, the same care. His heart stuttered in his chest, already beating hard and fast and now feeling warm, and in that moment he knew he really had fallen in love. His hand moved to Nate's cheek almost unconsciously, and although it was clumsy, his hand shaking from the experience and Nate's motion making it difficult to do it properly, Nate tilted his head into his touch, closing his eyes for a moment and displaying wordlessly just how much of his love was returned.
"You... You okay?"
MacCready almost laughed at the idea that he could not be okay, and he felt himself grinning like an idiot as he responded. "Yeah. Yeah I'm-" he was cut off as Nate thrust into him just a touch harder than before, and a tongue of fire went up his spine. "Ah-" his body jerked, and Nate hissed as his nails dug in deeper. "So- sorry-" MacCready managed to spit out, "I- something-" he went taut as it happened again, his hips bucking up into Nate's thrusts as his eyes went wide. "O- Oh..." He let out a breath as the sudden fire, the sudden tightness in his stomach faded. "What did- is that normal?" His voice was more high pitched than usual, and that might have made him blush, if he wasn't so focused on other things. He felt more than heard Nate's laugh.
"Hold- hold on. It... Hah... it gets better..." MacCready shifted, trying to get that feeling, that sheer intensity to come back.
"Do it... do it again..." He pleaded, "Give me more-" Even now, even with Nate buried inside him and the glorious, delicious stretch each time he pushed back in sending his head into waves of beautiful giddiness, he needed something more. He wasn't sure what it was that had done that, but he was getting restless, and he pushed back against Nate, his muscles clenching slightly and sending little shocks of pain jolting through the pleasure. Nate seemed to grow more sure of himself, or more sure of MacCready, and his movements gained power. MacCready could hear his heavy breathing, see the shaking of his arms as he held himself up above his lover. He could see the muscles in Nate's arms and torso shifting and flexing under his skin, and the sheen of sweat on his flushed skin. He pulled him down into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, and as he did so something about Nate's position changed and oh, there it was. That fire had returned, sending almost unbearable hot flashes through him, causing his back to arch off the bed and his breath to leave him all in one go.
"Ah- haah- oh, Nate, Nate, please don't- don't stop-" he moaned, the pleasure in his stomach building, making his thighs tense around Nate and his heart race. "I don't know- I don't know what you're doing but- right- yes- oh, right there-"
"Shit, RJ..." Nate said from between gritted teeth, "You... You feel so good..." He thrusted in again, hard, and the motion sent actual pins and needles through his body, like Nate had hit a raw bundle of nerves. He cried out, unable to help himself. He swore he could feel a slickness between them, a hot stream of precome from his aching cock, begging to be touched. Until now, he had felt good. That nice, steady level of pleasurable that was pleasant but that wasn't really going anywhere. Now, though, he was on the edge of desperate, the tension in the pit of his stomach just this side of unbearable as he felt he was dangling off the edge of... of something. And somehow it didn't feel the same as it normally did. It was... it was more. It spread through the whole of his lower body, the burning tension seeming to be alive in every nerve he had. His head hung back on the pillow, exposing the long lines of his throat to Nate's attentions, his mouth hanging open and dragging breaths into his tight chest. "Ah... Ah, fu-" he stumbled over the word, barely finding enough brainpower to stop himself. "Nate... Are- are you-" his body jerked again, his hips bucking against Nate hard without his direction. He moaned aloud, feeling simultaneously weightless and trapped in his own body. "I'm... Oh, Nate..." Nate's whole body shuddered, the movement of his hips stuttering a little, dragging a deep, throaty moan from the older man's chest. MacCready's fingers pressed into his shoulders, trying to pull Nate closer, closer, so he could feel the complete and utter wreck that was his heart trying and failing to beat with a rhythm that matched Nate's movements, so he could know exactly what he was doing to MacCready, and share the intensity of his pleasure. He felt Nate's arm hook around his leg and pull him up into a position that made his muscles scream, but that meant he was no longer just hitting that- that whatever it was, but was dragging over it, making his nerves sing. He heard his own voice as though from a distance as he cried out Nate's name. He wanted to touch himself, knowing that if he did so he would come undone in seconds, but he didn't. There was something utterly magical about what Nate was doing to him, about the slow build of pressure that had him writhing and moaning, his thoughts and his body a shuddering, incoherent mess.
"You...?" Nate's voice was shaking, barely there. "You're gonna...?"
"Yes." MacCready responded, somehow understanding exactly what he meant despite the ambiguity of the half-formed question.
"Oh, fuck, RJ..." Nate breathed, "I can't... gonna have to slow down if you don't-"
"Don't you fucking dare." And there it was, and somehow saying it aloud made it feel so, so much dirtier. It paid off. Nate redoubled his efforts, the head of his cock dragging over that spot, causing an almost endless stream of pleasure to burn at MacCready's nerves and he was right there, the tension inside him reaching that delicious, all-consuming peak that he wished would last forever, and he heard Nate's voice, hoarse with desire, whisper those three words that cut the string tying him to this world.
"Come for me."
And he did. Pleasure flushed his mind, washing away coherent thought as his every muscle tightened and he felt weightless. Part of his brain registered that Nate had been pulled deeper inside him, but it wasn't until afterwards that he realised it was because he had wrapped his legs around Nate, dragging him closer. Then as fast as it came on, it was gone, leaving him panting and gasping and twitching in its wake. He felt almost like he'd just surfaced from being underwater for too long, the way his lungs were fighting to return his breathing rate to normal. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, like he'd just been sprinting for dear life, and indeed his entire body seemed to be fighting soreness and exhaustion in much the same way. Nate was still fucking into him, making his body seize up from the overstimulation, but he didn't last much longer. MacCready threaded his fingers gently through Nate's hair as the older man tensed, moaning MacCready's name and burying himself as deep in MacCready as he could before he came. The hot, wet sensation deep inside him made him shiver in pleasure once more, and he pulled Nate into a sloppy kiss, both of them too addled by pleasure and the hazy delirium of afterglow to be any kind of coordinated.
"Jesus Christ, I love you." Nate whispered against MacCready's lips, and the warm glow in MacCready's chest intensified.
"I... I love you too."
MacCready let out a small noise of protest as Nate pulled out of him, leaving behind that too cool, wet emptiness. But then he was curling up on top of MacCready, his head resting on the merc's shoulder and his loose hair tickling the other's neck. His weight was warm and comforting as their legs tangled together, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the bliss. That was, until he realised the gross stickiness that covered both their fronts. He coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Uh, Nate? Shouldn't we... you know, clean up a bit?"
Nate made a noise of malcontent, burying his face in the crook of MacCready's neck. He stayed like that for a moment, then reluctantly pushed himself up. "Fine, fine." He retrieved a rag they could use to wipe the worst of it off, and then collapsed back on top of MacCready as soon as he deemed them clean enough, earning himself a huff of lost breath and a small, fond laugh. They found themselves tired again, and were just on the edge of falling asleep when a sharp rapping on the door pulled them out of it.
"Oi!" Cait's voice broke their reverie, sounding both annoyed and amused. "Are you two done fuckin' in there? We want breakfast!"
MacCready groaned, his face flaming, and Nate laughed, calling back, "Give us a minute!" He grinned at MacCready's embarrassment, kissing his forehead gently. "Come on. We should get dressed. You gonna be alright?"
"I'll be fine. Though you know she's gonna be badgering us for details all day, right?"
"I know. I'm prepared to deal with questions." He pushed himself off MacCready and began looking for fresh clothes to pull on. MacCready sighed, just laying there for a moment longer, then attempted to copy him. Almost immediately, every muscle in his lower body seized up, causing him to gasp and wince. Nate glanced over as he zipped up his jeans.
"Christ, Nate. What did you do to me?"
"Oh. Yeah. That happens. And it's probably gonna get worse before it gets better, I'm afraid."
"Right. No sex before missions. Got it." He pushed himself up, doing his best to ignore the soreness, and got dressed. Nate didn't bother with a shirt, going to open the door as soon as both he and MacCready had all the important stuff covered. He leaned on the door frame, smirking at Cait, who was perched on the railing wasting for them.
"You took your time, didn't ya?" She pushed herself off the balcony and strode past them to get to the food. "Jesus. It reeks in here." MacCready frowned and sniffed. Only then did he notice the rather strong smell of sex that hung in the air. He felt himself blush, and he went to stand by Nate as she helped herself to food. As she left, she stopped, surveying the two of them. "So I take it you two are officially together then." Her eyes met MacCready's, and she grinned. He gave her a look that said don't say I told you so, and then twined his fingers with Nate's.
"Yeah. I guess we are."
