6

V and Kerry sat in awkward silence for a long moment before Kerry's holophone started ringing.

"Ugh, it's the label. I'll call them back." He tossed it on the bed and turned his attention back to V.

"You should answer it, Ker. News of the crash has to have reached them by now." V stood up and started rummaging under the bed. He pulled out a tool box. "Besides, I want to make sure the sonic dampener system is working."

Kerry raised an eyebrow, "for what?"

A devilish smile appeared on V's lips as he moved closer to him. His lips were an inch from the rockerboy's ear. "Unless you want the whole camp to hear how pretty you sing…" V traced his fingers along Kerry's jaw, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "While I fuck you."

The action sent a delightful shiver down Kerry's spine. It took every ounce of his self-control to not grab V then and there, sonic dampeners be damned. He picked up his phone, hands trembling slightly and called his agent back.

"Might want to step outside though, can't promise it won't interfere." V was inspecting a small device attached to one of the tent's support rods.

Kerry obliged. There was a breeze but it was miserably hot. How V's tent managed to stay as cool as it did, he hadn't the slightest idea.

"Kerry, Kerry is that you?" His agent sounded flustered. "Jesus Christ, what happened? We got word that your AV was shot down near Phoenix? What the hell are y-"

"Yeah, yeah," Kerry cut him off. "I'm fine. The pilot, not so much. But I'm fine. Book me a flight for tomorrow."

He heard his agent take a deep breath, calming his nerves. "Mr. Eurodyne, why was the AV near Phoenix anyway? The flight path from Chicago to Night City doesn't go that way."

"None of your business. If it's that big a deal, skim the replacement cost off the ticket revenue from the tour."

"That's not- never mind." The agent said with a heavy sigh. "I'll get a flight booked and find you a hotel for the night."

"No need for a hotel. I'm staying with someone. Don't worry about transportation either."

"I- but- ugh. Alright, Mr. Eurodyne. I'll arrange your flight and send you the details."

Kerry hung up without another word. The way things had unfolded with V over the last 24 hours, he wasn't sure if he even wanted to go back to Night City yet.

Returning to the tent, he sat back down on the bed and watched as V continued to work on the device.

V watched Kerry out of the corner of his eye. He'd felt the way the rockerboy shivered when he whispered in his ear. He watched as he grappled for his phone with shaking hands. He'd almost forgotten how much fun it was to get under Kerry's skin like that.

It was tough to focus on fixing the dampener. Heat was burning in his stomach, a heat he hadn't felt in a long time. But, in true mercenary style, he shoved his feelings down until he could finish the job at hand.

"That should do it," he tightened the final screw and tossed the screwdriver back in the toolbox. "Oh, one more thing." He dug under the bed again and pulled out a small air conditioner. A cord snaked across the floor from the corner of the tent, hooked to a solar panel outside.

"So that's how you keep it so comfortable in here," Kerry seemed fascinated by all the bits of tech.

V smiled, "built it myself. But, we can talk tech later." He crossed back to Kerry and pulled him to his feet. Putting both hands on the rockerboy's waist, he pulled him into a deep kiss. Aside from their kiss before Panam had interrupted, it was his first kiss since he'd left Night City.

Kerry nipped at his bottom lip and V dug his fingers into his hips. V tugged at Kerry's vest again, this time it slid down his arms and to the ground, his shirt followed soon after.

"Fuck I've missed this." He guided the rockerboy over to the bed and gently coaxed him down on his back before pulling off his own shirt.

V climbed up, straddling his lover. He could feel Kerry straining against his pants and smiled, slowly rolling his hips.

"Oh fuck, V..." His hands found their way to the mercenary's hips, grinding V's body against him.

Kerry moaned again and V caught his mouth in another kiss. Running his tongue over the rockerboy's bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. He tasted like coffee and a dash of sugar and V knew he would never get enough of it.

"V," Kerry was breathless as sat up, causing V to sit back on his heels. "Fuck me. Please." His hands were already undoing the belt on V's pants, freeing the impressive cock within.

V stood and pulled Kerry's jeans and boxers off in one swift motion, dropping them on the floor next to his own, and grabbed a bottle of lube from his bag.

He couldn't help but admire the sight of Kerry spread out before him as he crawled between his legs. The way the cybernetic lines etched through his skin, the way his brilliant blue eyes followed his every move, the excitement written on his face.

He put a generous amount of lube on his fingers and slowly slid them between Kerry's ass cheeks. The rockerboy dug his heels into the mattress, lifting himself up slightly.

"Eager?" V cooed, prodding the hole and sliding a finger in.

Kerry groaned in response.

As V worked his finger in and out, he leaned down and kissed the tip of the other's cock. He added a second finger and felt as Kerry started to rock his hips ever so slightly.

A quiet moan escaped Kerry's lips as V took his cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the swollen head. He smiled as he felt Kerry's fingers slip into his hair, guiding his mouth in perfect time with his fingers.

Just for fun, V decided to add a third finger. It earned him a sharp inhale coupled with a groan as Kerry's hips settled onto his digits. A few more passes and he slowly withdrew his fingers and sat up.

He wiped his fingers on the sheets before reaching for the bottle again. The lube was cold on his cock, sending a shock to every corner of V's body. He gasped as he slid in, having forgotten just how tight Kerry was.

Leaning down, he kissed Kerry softly, taking one of his hands and entwining their fingers. The little whine that escaped the rockerboy's lips as V bottomed out inside of him was music to his ears.

He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside and slammed back in, quickly establishing a rhythm. When Kerry wrapped his legs around him, V let out a growl in the other's ear and nibbled on his neck.

"Shit, V," Kerry half-moaned, his free hand clawing across V's back. V gave him another deep kiss before pulling out.

"Turn over," he growled in the rockerboy's ear. Kerry obliged, pulling V's pillow to his chest.

V gripped Kerry's hips and buried himself back in. The loud moan from his lover meant he'd hit the perfect spot. He held him there, lazily thrusting, massaging his prostate with every pass. Kerry was gripping the pillow so hard, his knuckles were turning white.

Snaking an arm around the other's waist, V pulled Kerry up off the bed, giving him access to feather kisses over his shoulder and neck. His other hand wrapped around Kerry's cock, stroking in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

"V," Kerry whined. "I'm gonna-"

Struggling to form words, V simply let out a moan and bit down, hard, on Kerry's shoulder. There was going to be a pretty little mark there in the morning.

He could feel Kerry's whole body tighten as he gave in to his orgasm. "Fuck, V."

"Ride it, Ker. Fucking ride it." V started thrusting with wild abandon, desperate for his own release. "So. Close. Kerry..." He half-groaned, half-growled as it washed over him, finally claiming Kerry as his once again.

They collapsed into a heap, both breathless and sweating. Rolling off to the side, V adjusted the sheets so Kerry could lay in a clean area. He wrapped his arms around his rockerboy. Kerry nestled against his chest and V planted a kiss on the top of his head.

For a long moment, they just laid there, wrapped in each other's arms, catching their breath.

"V?" Kerry looked up at him, eyes as bright as ever.

"Hm?" He brushed his fingers over his cheek.

"Thanks. For… ya know…" His eyebrows scrunched together in thought.

With a squeeze, V whispered, "nothing heavy right now. You're here, I'm here. That's all that matters right now."

Kerry relaxed in his arms and, for the first time in months, V felt his own body relax. He was alive, he was happy, and he was in love.

Eventually V let go and stood up. He crossed to the water basin and grabbed a rag. Crossing back to the bed, he tenderly cleaned his lover up before helping him stand. The sheets were ruined, but he couldn't care less. He had a spare set that he grabbed from a box underneath the bed.

While Kerry finished cleaning up, V made the bed.

"I don't have any extra pillows unfortunately." He said as he pulled back the blanket.

The rockerboy laughed and crossed to him, wrapping his arms around him. "I could be sleeping in the sand and it wouldn't bother me, V. Long as I'm with you."

V gave him a squeeze and a kiss. The afterglow was finally fading and the ache of his wounds was starting to return.

Kerry must have noticed the look of discomfort that crossed his face. "Here, it's been more than an hour." He handed V the inhaler Panam had brought.

"Right, thanks Ker." He took a puff and immediately felt better.

They settled into bed, Kerry resting his head on V's chest. V ran his fingers in slow circles on his back. A sense of peace settled over him and he looked down at Kerry's silver-blonde hair.

"Love you, Kerry."

For a brief second, V panicked when he didn't get a response. But the soft sound of Kerry snoring quickly calmed him and he chucked to himself.

With adrenaline of the day gone and the medicine kicking in, he gave in and drifted off into the most restful sleep he'd gotten in months.