Mild trigger warning, depiction of slight violence and trauma, and sexual content (Like straight up coitus o.o)
"Plane trips are bloody expensive though!" Mundy reasoned; mild worry pained across his face. "We're rich. If you're really so worried, I'll pay for all of it then." "But it's so cold there, and there's so many people, and I've never even been there before!" "Well, I have, it's not like you're gonna get robbed there, or freeze to death. Don't be such a fraidy cat." "Hypocrite. Does your mum even know you've been fired?" "Don't ruin the Christmas spirit. It'll be fine, I'll break the news to her somehow." "Promise?" "Pinky Promise." Jeremy locked his finger with Mundy's. "Wanna go to bed now?" "Yeah." Mundy threw him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, kicking and screaming. "Reminds me of carrying lambs." he said, wafting into their shared bedroom. He tossed his lover onto their bed, watching him sprawl out before joining him. Ripping his shirt off, Jeremy doing the same, they got comfortable. Jeremy tossed the blanket away, the temperature keeping it from being needed. Mundy engulfed him gently so as not to crush him. Laying on top of him, he smiled down at him, before pulling his lips to meet his forehead in the dark. The curtains fluttered, letting the pale moonlight and the night air flow freely over their hardly covered forms. Jeremy giggled, tickled pink. "It's going to be great. We'll have a great Christmas." Mundy crumpled under Jeremy's touch, easing into the crook of his neck. Drifting to sleep, he found himself in a new place. He floated above his house, decrepit and gray. The grass surrounding the sad site was dry and he found himself standing on it. He walked toward it; head pointed upwards at the sea of gray. Inside he found he had made his way to the couch. Sitting down he exhaled, forming a ring of red misty smoke. He could handle this, just as he had done before. As expected, the keys jingled in the lock, and a slim figure made its way inside. The tall man waved away dust and peered inside, glossing over his double sitting on his couch. Pulling along with it a suitcase, shifty honey shaded eyes trudging closer. Joining him on the couch the figure showed no emotion, a pure blank stare. It rubbed its temples with its nail-less phalanges, sighing. Mundy wanted to comfort it, but he knew better than to touch the sad thing. Its blank eyes focused back to where it was and made its way over to the rest of the house. Going into the kitchen its brows furrowed and the wrinkles deepened, now aged thirty-four. Mundy reluctantly followed the facsimile of himself, glad the clock was going up instead of down. He hated when it went down. It padded its way into the bathroom, barefoot and bloodied, nonetheless still with a blank expression. Its hair grew grayer, matching the walls in shade. After washing up in the dirty sink, it limped into his parents' bedroom. Even though it wasn't real, he could smell the rot funking up the cursed room. While his duplicate peeled away the sheets and vomited, he smiled. He loved this part, excluding the scent. Where the ceiling was supposed to be, instead the bright light of heaven shined down on him. His parents waved down, silently calling his name and beaming. They mouthed "I love you!" and signing prayers. His father tossed him a purple stone, hitting him squarely in the forehead. His mother mutely giggled, before pinching his father's ear, scolding him like a sit-com. He laughed too, catching the stone, a smooth marbled lepidolite. He smiled up at them, blew a kiss and followed his double out of the bedroom. He pocketed the stone, not before kissing it, leaving a lipstick red smear across it. His doubled limped it way into the kitchen, weeping and staggering, aged significantly from before. It shuddered, left hand holding its head and right grabbing at nothing. Shaking and screeching, Mundy covered his ears and rolled his eyes. Same routine as always, some gory bloody death and then the dream ends. Spasming and seizing, back arched and eyes losing their luster, his imitation let out a raspy cry, before finally stilling. What a drama queen. Not that the sight wasn't greatly disturbing, but once you see the same death over and over it gets boring. An inaccurate nightmare of the past and the future, no longer haunting him. The feeling hurt a little less. He turned the stone over in his pocket, then kicked his dead body. The light of respawn and death washed over him, before melting into early morning light. He yawned, relieved and feeling like he had been sung a lullaby. He reached over for his bedside water glass, almost downing it when something cold clanked against his lips. He spat the lepidolite into his palm, turning over the lilac wine-colored stone over. He squeezed his fingers around it, cementing how real it was. He looked up and graciously smirked. "Thanks dad." He stretched and clambered out of bed, putting the stone for real in the pocket of his flannel pajamas. He noticed the bed was empty and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe Jeremy was already awake? He bit his lip at the images that came to mind. On top of his coffee maker, he found a note, reading that his not-so sexy bunny had gone for a jog. Oh. He shrugged the note off and poured the coffee grinds into the filter, starting his morning cup. He grabbed two creamers, stolen from diners from around the world. He had an entire drawer full of them, half of them expired, but it had become a habit. Take four creamers, use two, bring home the rest. The rest of the coffee flowed into the cup, swirling in a golden-brown puddle. The creamers went in turning his drink of choice into a light beige. The door eased open, and he was greeted with a whirl of fresh dew grass and spent energy. Taking a long sip of caffeine, he accessed the hot piece standing before himself. Jeremy's flushed skin and breathless smile oddly enough did something for him, and the other man could tell. "How was your morning, sexy?" He licked and bit his dry lips, slipping closer. "I'll tell you after you take a shower, mongrel." Mundy finished all his coffee in one gulp, not breaking eye contact. "Will you come with me? Please? It'll beat the heat..." Jeremy begged him with sultry eyes. "Fine." Mundy winked. Jeremy dragged him and empty coffee cup into the bathroom. The first half of the shower was rather uneventful, both men facing the wall and sneaking glances at each other from their respective corners like awkward teens. "Turn around on three?" "One, two-" "Hold on, I'm not ready yet!" "Oh. Now?" He uncovered his eyes, phasing them over his flexing lover. "Girls love this, watcha think?" "Nine out of ten strong, ten out of ten handsome, hmm, hundred percent kissable." "Really? Ya think so?" "Lemme prove it." Mundy's voice came out in a low growl, and he pulled Jeremy closer. He asked into his ear "Just tell me if you don't like something, or want me to stop, okay?". Jeremy nodded in agreement, catching Mundy's lower lip in a playful gesture. He gasped in surprise when he pushed him into the wall, tracing over his neck, sucking lightly. In response, he clasped his hands around Mundy's behind, urging the competitive spirit out of him. Mundy ran his hands across Jeremy's slim hips, fighting for dominance. Jeremy arched under his skilled and playful fingers. They met lips again and he licked the inside of his lips in a French kiss, earning a needy noise from the smaller man. The sound went straight to his loins, and Jeremy must have felt it judging by his reaction. The hot water plummeted down onto his back, trailing down his spine like Mundy's fingers. His own fingers only lingered on his back for a moment, before tracing over to his abs, then downwards. "Mmm..." Mundy growled at the touch, encouraging him to do more. He grinded against him, Mundy's hands tightening around his own waist. His groin throbbed, feeling Jeremy's hands grab around his member and began to move. Mundy gently nudged him off and reached to turn the water off, making Jeremy confused. He dried him off with a towel and motioned in the direction of the bedroom. Smirking, the pair made their way to bed. Mundy laid back, inviting Jeremy to straddle him. Jeremy crawled between his legs, planting kisses on his inner thighs and one on his tip, before scooting forward to sit on top of him. He giggled, watching Mundy pant under him. This ignited Mundy's lust more, wanting to replace the look and sound with the same hunger he himself was feeling. "Quit teasing me roo, or I might just do something bad." He snarled, taking his hip dips in a tight grasp. "Hold on before you do anything too bad..." He stood up, parting their bodies and reached for the nightstand. He grabbed a bottle of lube stashed away deep inside before applying it on his ass. When he laid back on top of Mundy, almost immediately he seized him, pulling him closer to kiss him. He bit and sucked, intending to leave a hickey, sinking his canines right in his soft spot, making him moan. That single noise did it for him, a simple deprived whimper that sent him over the edge. He stroked his hole with his middle finger, making Jeremy clench before loosening up. Inserting his middle finger and twirling it around, Jeremy made a cut-off gasping noise. "That hurt any?" He asked, concerned. "A little, but in a good way." he uttered. Mundy went a little slower, still teasing and preparing his hole. The runner, still leant against his body, mewled. He put his ring finger in and wiggled it around, not reaching all the way in but just enough to make him cry out. "F-fuck Snipes!" He paused for a moment. "Mundy. Call me Mundy." He prodded his g-spot. "Yeah!" Jeremy shuddered and stiffened, stifling a sound of pleasure. At this he called it, pushing Jeremy to line up with his cock. "Ready? If it hurts, just say something, promise?" He ran over his hip with his index, staring up at his lover. "Mm-hmm." He nodded, breathing heavily. He circled his entrance a few moments, before slowly sticking his tip inside. His thighs quivered and he supported him on each side, easing him downwards over his cock. His hands gripped onto Mundy's chest, careful to avoid his scars, leaving white spots. When he reached the near base of his shaft, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. From under him Mundy's own husky voice asked, "You good, roo?" He took in a gulp of air. "Ya, b-but I want more." "Then take it." At this, he edged up on his quads, hands pushing Mundy down, and took all of it, causing himself to moan. Before he gave himself a chance to recover, he did it again, hitting his sweet spot. Mundy's hands tightened around his waist, one slipping down to wrap around his cock. Jeremy leant forward, pulling himself up again while Mundy pumped him, matching his rhythm. "Fuck, your tight!" Jeremy recognized this invitation between his senseless pleas, slamming his body down and clenching his insides around Mundy's cock, making him moan, gravelly and weak. Mundy twitched under him, clearly enjoying it. Jeremy pounced up again, relishing his expression and lust. A couple more times and he could make him climax, he thought deviously. Mundy sought to regain dominance, and thumbed over his cock, resuming a sense of pace. Jeremy rolled his hips, reaching inside himself deeper than he thought possible, and lightly convulsed. He moved up and quickly went down again, pummeling his insides. He was approaching his peak soon and so was Mundy, his toes curling and his breath quickening. He went down once more and felt something different. The dirty thoughts he'd been having were replaced with the ecstasy, warmth and intimacy of an orgasm, flooding through his body and releasing the tension. He collapsed against Mundy, who managed to pull himself and Jeremy into the shower, wash up, and then scooch back into the soiled bed, not before cleaning it up. He crumbled into bed, himself exhausted and Jeremy a little beat. Jeremy caved into his shoulder, and he brought his arm over him. "I will never walk again. Never ever." "Not my fault. Were you trying to kill me?" "Nah. You told me to go harder, so you can be tired all you want." Jeremy flicked his shoulder. " I never said that! Your hearing stuff." "Pff. Shut up." They both rolled their eyes simultaneously. Mundy thought for a moment "I can see why mad milk was your favorite secondary." Jeremy laughed weakly. "Not funny." "I do my best." He rubbed circles into his back, pulling the blanket he had snagged over them. "I don't say this enough, but thanks. For caring n'stuff." Jeremy whispered nearby his ear. "Of course." Mundy squeezed him tightly, thanking him and loving him with what words couldn't express.
A/N: I have to postpone the Christmas chapter, but I promise it's coming! Please, please, please give me some critique on this one, I need to hear it! The pacing, the dialogue, just tell me areas where I need improvement! I beg thee! And thanks for reading! Waiting for yall's response xoxo