Rude watched the President and Tseng leave... were they hand in hand? Man, the Costan life must be getting to them all...
"Remind me to neuter that damn cat when we get home" Reno just chuckled when he said this, though he knew it would likely do anything for Livewire's rather overexuberant personality.
"You won't, and you know it," Rude protested. His arm went around Reno's back, his hand at Reno's opposite side. "I have a feeling we're going to have an early morning."
"Which means we should be headin' up. .." he yawned, he really was fairly tired after the stress of the past several days.
Rude grunted and nodded. He led Reno past his family, still at the table. "Night," he said.
"Yeah, night all. . "
Gladys smiled and nodded. "You two sleep tight."
Rude really wished his mother wouldn't look at him like that when he went to bed with Reno. He really did. It wasn't natural for mother's to give their sons a kind of 'way to go!' look, was it?
Reno laughed "Oh, we will, trust me." with that he gave a wink to Gladys and escorted Rude upstairs.
Rude's face was pink. No, not pink, more like that red left best associated with shiny new sports cars and Reno's natural hair colour. When he shut the bedroom door behind him, he turned to Reno. "You don't have to egg her on like that."
"Yeah, I do. She's fun to tease, yo. and so are you." He planted his lips flush on Rude's, who would be able to feel the saucy grin.
When Rude finally pulled away for air, the most scathing thing he could come up with was, "You suck." Oh yes, fear that razor wit.
"Yeah, I do...but only you now. .want me to?"
Rude didn't ask for much. Not really. However, when Reno offered like that, he couldn't help himself. He ran his hand over the side of Reno's face lovingly, eyes piercing even through his sunglasses. His head bobbed once in a nod.
Reno began working to get them undressed, leaning Rude back on the bed he is immediatly all over him. .lips, tounge, teeth.. as if Rude were the most delectable thing ever. ..little moans floating up, vibrating the shaft in between his lip.
Well, if Rude wasn't hard before, he was then. He kept his hands on the bed, fingers grasping at the comforter under him whenever Reno hit a particularly nice spot.
Reno smiled around him, closing his eyes a moment, taking him in, muscles vibrating around him, those eyes when they opened had teasing sparks dancing in them.
Rude was too busy keeping his noises down to do much else. While he greatly wanted more, he wasn't one to look a gift blow job in the mouth, so to speak.
Reno then teasingly waggled a finger in front of him, pushing it into Rude's mouth, not missing a beat. ..he used the moisture there and reached around, that teasing glint never dying as he slid it within himself. ..gasping moan echoing.
"Jesus, Reno," Rude gasped. He had to stop looking. If he didn't, he wasn't responsible for the impending orgasm that already teased the ends of his senses. It felt like forever since they'd last had the chance to enjoy each other's company.
Reno then impaled himself with another soft hiss. ..hips stiling for a moment, trying to adjust.
Rude's mouth fell open, his jaw seeming to lock in place as a soundless cry. He couldn't stop it, even if he wanted to. He spasmed and twitched inside the redhead, his orgasm, when it left him, left him feeling most drained and most apologetic. "Sorry," he said, feeling like a total ass.
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"'sokay yo. ." and he kissed him hard. ..he could bewitch and arouse with just that mouth. ..and he knew it.
The kiss was delicious, and Rude couldn't help but run a fingertip over Reno's chest, pausing momentarily to tweak a pert nipple.
That red haired head tilted back. .another soft gasp coming from him. ..it sent a shot of sensation through him that left him shivering.
"You can..." Rude said, gesturing with his hands instead of saying it. "I mean, if you want... if you think it'll be easier." He was NOT going to tell Reno it was okay to top him. He was NOT.
Reno nodded, flipping him. .. finding a bottle of baby oil inside a dresser. .better than nothing. ..with well slicked finger he found that bundle of nerves inside, massaging it. ..then wiith a second finger he stretches him. ..slowly withdrawing them, then with ever so slow sliding motion he is in. ..a loud, harsh moan following the motion.
Rude found all the sensations rather pleasant... but for some reason, they weren't giving him any telltale signs of arousal. He mentally shrugged. Maybe he was just too exhausted from his sudden orgasm. He hoped it wouldn't be an ongoing problem...
Reno started stroking his back. . then that oil slicked hand found it's way around, those, long, slender fingers tapping over it for a moment before that slim yet suprisingly strong hand wrapped around him. ..he moved slowly at first, giving Rude time to find his equilibriam again. ..wanting to slowly build instead of going too fast.
It was delightful. Reno, when he wanted to, could spoil Rude absolutely rotten. And Rude was feeling quite spoiled, possibly even to the point of mildly moldy at that moment. A low moan escaped his lips as he raised his hips up just slightly.
"I love you. ..you spoil me too, yo. . .a lot. .." somehow Reno always seemed to know what he was thinking, as that hand gripped him just the tiniest scoch tighter. ..then releasing to glide up before tightening on the downstroke. ..driving in and making sure he hit the sweet spot with each downstroke to double the sensation, even though the tight heat left him gasping in order to keep himself from going over.
Another moan fell from Rude as he arched just a bit into Reno's strokes. There. Finally. He was starting to get hard again. He hoped it wasn't something to do with his age... he was only 28, after all, 29 in a month. He didn't think he was THAT old to be having THOSE kinds of problems.
Reno pressed a loving kiss to his back. ..his mouth curving into a soft smile. ..old.. .nah, not old. ..not a bit. ..simply normal behavior, especially after THAT. ..not something Reno minded a bit. Sometimes it was nice to have to work for it a little. ..and it sure as Hell felt great to let the pleasure build slow at times. ..he kept the pace slow, even. ..gentle love insitead of the normal wildcat. ..no. ..hed leave that for Tseng and Rufus who he was sure would be going at it like bunnies tomorrow night.
A nice, low moan escaped Rude's lips, indication that he was rather enjoying himself. He wasn't normally one to admit to enjoying a bottom status, however, when Reno did things just so, it was quite rather nice. He decided that no, he didn't have to get off so long as that feeling kept going.
He hit that bundle of nerves just so again. ..he could feel the tightening down there, but he was ever the curteous one. ..kneeling staight up to free his other hand he cupped Rude's sac while stroking with the other hand in time with his thrusts. ..his nerves tingled as he let out another gasping hiss, teeth finding his lip.
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And there was his weakness. Most guys, at least he'd heard, weren't too keen on having the family jewels fondled. It either was ticklish, or uncomfortable, or just plain weird feeling. But not for Rude. Nope. Rude was fairly certain that, in the right situation, he would be able to get off just on stimulation of his boys alone. Well... it was certainly enough to get his hard, that's for sure.
Reno's skin became sheened in sweat. ..Good God. ..he was thrumming. ...so delightlfully. ..so close he could taste it. ..but he held off for his husband. ..
Rude's muscles clenched tightly. He reached, reached... there. With what felt like an immense sense of relief, he release himself, the feeling similar, but not as powerful as, his previous release.
Reno bit his lip to hold back the cry that accompanied his own release. ...his arm muscles clenched tight his back bending and arching. ..he withdrew and fell next to his husband, sleep calling, edging in as blackness around his vision. ..with an arm around Rude he answered his call with that tiny telltale twitch.
Rude was suddenly, irrevocably, awake. He hated when that happened. He was so tired just after his first release, but now... he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a while.
Reno mumbled as he flipped over. .just that slight little mumble that signaled the drop into deep sleep.
Gladys however was downstairs baking.. .Reno had requested a cake for Tseng and Rufus, and she was glad to do it, she LOVED to bake. ..the smell would be seeping up the stairs.
Rude sighed. There was no point laying there and more than likely waking Reno up. He sighed again, then carefully climbed out of bed. He pulled on a loose pair of shorts, leaving the rest of him bare. He was home, afterall. He followed his nose to the kitchen.
"Hello, Rudolph. .Could you get me my icing set from under the sink please?" she had five pans with cake layers of various sizes and flavors in them... including the chocolate raspberry Reno had discovered Rufus ADORED.
"Hey, Momma," Rude said, a small yawn escaping his mouth. He was tired, yes, but not tired enough to fall asleep. Or was that too tired? He did as she asked, pulling the smallish tupperwear container from its place under the sink. He noticed the bottle of tequila on the kitchen counter as well. "Burning the midnight oil?" he asked.
"I have to have this cake done by 8 am tomorrow if Mr Shinra is to have it for his reception."
When did...? Rude just shook his head. He walked over to the fridge to get some orange juice. Maybe some tequila sunrises would help him sleep. "You want a hand?" he asked.
"I need the silver icing as well as the red. .I'm doing silver piping around the edges of each layer. ..as well as the company logo on the top." She had even painted up a couple of figurines to look like Rufus and Tseng. ..one thing about Gladys, when she did something, she went all out.
Rude nodded, puttering about the kitchen until he found what his mother had asked for. "Want one?" He asked, taking down a glass for his drink.
"Please..oh, and I need the white frosting and the column shaped cake stands." She was being happily busy.
Rude took down another glass, then poured two shots into each one before finishing off with orange juice. "Where's the grenadine?" he asked, ducking down to look in the back of the cupboard under the sink. At least, that's where he saw his mother's columns last.
"It's in the cabinet above the stove, I need it to tint the white icing red, I seem to have run out of the red, thanks. ..you may of course have some."
"Thanks, Momma," Rude smiled. There, there they were. "How many of these column things are there supposed to be?" he asked. There were eight of them there, and he hoped there weren't supposed to be more.
"Just 8, sweetheart."
With a grin, Rude handed over the eight cake pillars. He grabbed the grenadine, finishing the drinks with it before handing it over to his mother. He set her drink on the counter by her, then went about looking for the white icing, his own drink in hand.
Gladys took a sip, sighing in contentment. "You always were good at that Rudolph."
Rude smiled, an almost imperceivable blush touching his ears. Praise, especially from his mother, did that to him.
Gladys as he brought her the icing tipped just a teaspoon or so of the grenadine into it, it turned the white icing a nice deep red red color when mixed. She set out the first layer, frosting it white, then piping it with the silver. ..setting the second layer on the first set of columns and frosting it and piping it, then so on, until she had the top layer up, she put an impecable replication of the Shinra corp logo on the top, modeled off a cufflink that sh had sitting next to it, Reno had filched it for her to use, and would slip it back into Rufus' things in the morning. Finally, she topped it with the figurines right in the middle of the logo.
By that time, Rude had finished his first drink, noticed his mother did as well, and made them both refills. He whistled lowly and appreciatively at the finished cake.
"I think he'll like it, though I hope your man wakes up before Tseng comes to pick it up so he can slip this back into your boss's things." She held up the cufflink.
Rude frowned. "That little theif," he muttered. Ah well, it wasn't like the President was going to miss it anytime before he put his suit on again. "Excellent work, Momma," Rude said, raising his half empty glass in a toast.
She toasted back. "I did tell him I needed a good represntation of the logo, probably best he could find. "She chuckles.
Rude shook his head, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out his Turk ID, and showed it to his mother, the ShinRa logo blatantly showing on it. "He just wanted to see if he still had it," Rude said thoughtfully.
She chuckled again. "Probably. .. "
Rude sighed. He still wasn't tired. "I know how he feels sometimes..." His mother knew about his past, being his mother and all. In fact, she was usually the one to answer the door whenever he was escorted home by the authorities.
She patted his arm.. "You've changed though. . . I have a feeling you both have. ..you're good for each other.. .I'm glad everyone here has seemed to take to him aside from your younger brother, but then again, Eric likes no one really...I don't know what I'm going to do with that boy.
"Eric's entitled to his own opinion, regardless of how idiotic he can be," Rude said, finishing his drink and preparing another. "And it's not like everyone in the world is going to welcome us with open arms..." He paused. "But it was kind of shocking how well he and Dad get along."
"He loves cars, Rudolph..but he seems to grow on people anyway. Eric doesn't like him because he can't steal him." she smiled knowingly.
Momma," Rude said, the warmth from the alcohol making him feel a little chatty. "About earlier... with Eric... and Sam..."
"I saw the photos, dear. ..I know what happened. .it was the heat of the moment, and when you think with your little head instead of your big one things happen. ..better hope your father never sees those, though."
His mother was the only person on the planet who could get away with using the words 'little head' and 'big head'. Rude was sure of it.
"Fuck," he swore, pausing when he saw the look Gladys gave him. "Sorry, Momma..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I just... I don't want it to come back on Sam. I can handle it. I don't know if he can."
"It would mean repercussion for all of you, from what Eric was implying your man insitigated it. .he would make that clear to your father, too, I'm sure."
"Reno is..." Rude paused, then sighed. "He's a very... sexual creature." He stopped, wondering just when it was okay to talk about sex in front of your parents... or worse, your mother. "He gets caught up in the moment so easily, and he doesn't think about anything, ever, and he has no idea what it's like to have to worry about what other people think of you."
"He's learning, if the look on his face this morning is any indicator. ..our opinions of him seem to mean a lot."
Rude sighed. He needed another drink. So did his mother, apparantly. "And then there was the kiss."
"I saw the photo Rudolph. .. YOU got caught up in the moment. ..like I said, it happens, even if more for him than you."
"You don't understand, Momma!" Rude said a little louder than he probably should have. "When Reno and I were..." he paused, having just enough sense to mention that, "Are you sure you want to hear about my sex life?"
"It seems to help to talk about it, and it's not anything I haven't heard before."
Rude's eyes were wide. "Momma..." he said, rather taken aback by his mother's statement.
Gladys batted her eyes a bit, then smiled. "Rudolph, it's not like your father and I haven't ever, you know. ..as disturbing as it is for most children to think of their parents having sex."
"Gah! Momma! Please!" Rude flailed just a little, his mind supplying mental pictures he really didn't need.
M"At any rate, I've about heard it all. ..nothing you can say could bother me...if you want to talk abou tit, if it helps, consider me a counselor."
"I just..." Rude figured the best way to say it was to just get it out there, damn poor word choices. "I wasn't just thinking of Reno when I was... in Reno."
Gladys sighs, shaking her head. "It might be best he never know that, sweetheart. . .he'd be hurt, you know. and thinking about it. ..is a lot different from actually DOING it."
"I've never thought of Sam that way, Momma," Rude added. "Never, ever. Not when we were kids, not when we were growing up. Never."
"As long as you never do it.. .there won't be a problem, will there? I know. .you feel guilty, and from some of what I overheard you've had a rough few months, and sometimes odd thoughts come to mind when you have. You've settled that with Sam, right?"
"Yeah," Rude saaid, taking a drink from his freshly prepared fourth double shot tequila sunrise. "We cool."
"And sam has settled it with your man. ..though if you don't get it settled up with your man you'll likely feel guilty, but I'm not sure how to tell you to do that. ..he seems the type to take a blow of that kind hard."
"Reno and I are cool," Rude said. He left off the unspoken 'I think.'
"As long as your cool with him not knowing, then I guess it's allright."
"If it really bothers him, he'll tell me," Rude said. Honestly though, he really didn't want to talk about it with Reno. The less he talked about it, the better he thought he was dealing with it.
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"It's almost 3 o'clock, you should probably TRY to get some sleep, you have an early start tomorrow."
Rude finished the last of his drink, putting his glass into the sink. He leaned over, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, then, thinking better of it, gave her a hug as well. "Thanks, Momma," he said softly. "Night."
"You too, Rudolph. .if Reno wants to he can talk to me anytime. ..make sure to give him our number."
"I will, Momma," Rude said, yawning as he walked up the stairs. Finally, he was tired.
Reno gives a soft grunt when Rude comes back into bed, but doesn't awaken. ..his red hair spread out like a curtain.
Rude slid back under the covers, trying not to lay on Reno's hair. He snuggled up close to the redhead, the alcohol giving him just enough of a mental calm to fall asleep.
Reno awoke to the 7 am alarm, groggy.. .he went downstairs to start the coffee before waking Rude.
Rude stretched. Four hours of sleep did not bode well on his body, but he'd have to deal. Besides, he'd done worse.
Reno had coffee made up, and soon the smell of omelets with the little costan green peppers and ham and cheese filled the house.
Rude stretched again, then pulled on the pants he was wearing the night before and followed his nose down to the kitchen.
Gladys was already up and sitting at the table, as was Sam, Renowas plopping some quite tasty looking omelets onto plates.
Rude scratched his head, a yawn breaking his face. "Momma?" he asked. "You let Reno cook?"
"He said he wanted to. ..besides, I don't do omelets well." He would remember the last time she tried to make omelets where they fell apart.
Rude shrugged, going for the coffee. It wasn't often Momma gave up her kitchen.
"Your Dad's not up yet. ..Momma says he was up half the night tinkering."
Rude nodded, taking his first sip of coffee and sighing happily.
Reno takes a bite off the omelet, then a sip of coffee, also looking strangely contented, though it seems. ..a thin sort of contentment.. .as if something lurked below it.
Breakfast went off without a hitch. The omlettes were wonderful, the coffee was wonderful, and Rude was guessing the shower he was about to take would also be wonderful.
Reno wandered up the stairs toward the bathroom. ..he still seemed falsely chipper. ..but it was enough.
Rude was right. The hot water flowing down his back felt wonderful. However, it was making him a little sleepy, something he definitly didn't need that day.
Reno climbed in as well. .. grinding againt Rude with a bit of extra oomph this morning.
A smile came over Rude's face. "You're awful cheerful this morning," he said, trailing a fingertip over Reno's collarbone.
False cheer, but Rude wouldn't know that. ..even though he did gasp and almost purr at the fingers trailing over his skin. "'sawedding. ..why shouldn't I be cheerful? Two people I think of like brothers are gonna be happy."
Rude didn't mention that he thought the President and Tseng were already happy. "Nervous?" he asked, letting just his fingertip move down to trace the redhead's naked hipbones. "... or excited?"
"Maybe a little. .. maybe.. just feels odd closing the door on the past ya know..not that I'd ever wanna be with him again, yo, I got you, an' you're all I want. ..maybe it's. ." he paused, looking for the right word "a little nostalgia making things feel a little wierd."
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked, his finger sliding slowly up Reno's side to trace that collar bone again.
Reno shudders. "You know it. .. and Gods. ..so wonderful. .." he turned into his arms with a soft kiss. ..clinging to him. ..
"You feel tense," Rude said, gently pushing Reno to the other side of the shower. "Let me get a good look at you... maybe I can figure out for myself what I can do to help..."
Reno knew something about that day at the beach Rude didn't...something he'd said under his breath he didn't know he had. ..but he wasn't going to say anything, figuring it was just some stupid heat of the moment thing. ..if Rude asked. ..he'd pull the fastest ever cover-up.
The set of his shoulders, the way Reno was fidgeting back and forth ever so slightly. When Rude reached out an ran that fingertip from the redhead's shoulder to his wrist, he saw the way Reno flinched slightly at the first touch and almost leaned into the last. Something was up. Rude just had until either the hot water heater ran out or Momma came banging on the door.