Vyvyan awoke sharply early the next morning.
The first thing he saw through sleep-blurry eyes was Rick, messy-haired, huddled comfortingly against him in the single bed. The sleeping brunette was breathing in soft susurrations, quietly and peacefully, and his arms were curled against the punk's chest. The room was dark and gloomy, but with a hint of early morning light. They sky outside was grim, wet, and grey.
Vyvyan groaned faintly upon waking, and, after a few moments' hesitation, he hooked an arm around the anarchist's broad shoulders, kissing him on the forehead. Rick let out a faint, gratified sigh, and with sleep-weakened arms, pressed up against the punk, mumbling something unintelligible.
Vyvyan allowed himself to grin with pleasure as Rick snuggled up against him, letting out shallow breaths and faint, sleepy moans.
The punk hugged the anarchist tight, smiling at the simple delight of the act, then pecked him on the lips. Rick, still fast asleep, let out another small purr of pleasure.
An hour later, the weather had not improved, and a light rain spattered consistently upon the grey street. There was a chill in the air, the sky the colour of pigeon down.
Vyvyan had drifted off to sleep once more, and gasped into wakefulness at the insistent attention of Rick's fingers. The anarchist was still huddled tightly against him, his pale blue eyes staring expectantly into his own.
"Morning," Rick said quietly, grinning widely, his hand wandering vaguely up and down Vyvyan's bare waist.
Blinking sleepily, the punk nodded and grinned, flinching as Rick found a ticklish spot.
Without warning, the anarchist kissed him hard, pushing him onto his back and awkwardly mounting him, his intense kisses interrupted by small, sweet bursts of breathy laughter.
"Rick," Vyvyan managed to gasp out, thrilled by the heavy anarchist's impulsiveness, feeling Rick's hard-on pushing against his own thigh. He had woken after a particularly pleasurable dream and was himself rock-hard.
He grabbed Rick's broad shoulders and turned him over roughly, laying on top of him and thrusting hard between his legs, grinning at the anarchist's giggles of pleasure.
"Vyvyan – would you…?" Rick mumbled, raising his eyebrows meaningfully, sighing hard as the punk bit his neck gently.
Vyvyan could hardly believe his luck, and swallowed hard, murmuring hopefully. "…You ready?"
The anarchist nodded, grinning madly and breathing hard. The medical student picked open Rick's pyjama top and chucked it carelessly onto the floor after peeling it from the brunette's broad, strong shoulders.
"I'll need some…" Vyvyan quickly glanced round the room, looking excited and desperate.
"Some what?" Rick asked, his pale eyes wide and innocent, and the punk managed a brief grin at the naïve anarchist's response.
Vyvyan spotted a nearly-empty jar of hand cream half-hidden behind a mirror on Rick's desk, and crawled to grab it, twisting the lid and dipping two fingers into the white cream, struggling to restrain himself as Rick slipped off his pyjama bottoms, still grinning childishly.
"Have you done this before, Vvyvan?" Rick murmured, eyes bright as he lay on his back and waited for the punk.
Vyvyan blinked and groaned silently, wishing that Rick would just shut up for once. "…Yes," he admitted, kissing Rick hard before the anarchist could reply. With as much restraint as he could manage, he pushed two fingers inside the brunette, pulling back from the kiss and judging Rick's reactions.
The anarchist flinched for a moment, then his watery blue eyes closed and his fingers scrabbled at the mattress.
"Okay?" Vyvyan asked, bright blue eyes alight with thrill and lust, as he pulled down his own underwear, breathing hard.
Rick nodded vaguely, his hands fisting, then grabbing at Vyvyan's bare arms, as the punk began to pound him with two slick fingers. The punk thrust his fingers madly into the brunette for about two minutes, the brunette whining and spasming constantly, then he kissed Rick sloppily, removing his fingers. The anarchist was clearly close, and twitched and gasped quietly under Vyvyan's administrations.
"Rick, I'm going to…" Vyvyan muttered in warning, as he carefully lifted Rick's heavy hips with both hands, kneeling between the anarchist's legs and slathering more hand cream onto himself with shaky fingers.
Rick nodded, eyelids heavy and chest heaving. He closed his eyes and winced as Vyvyan pushed into him a few centimetres, then opened his pale eyes, surprised at the painlessness.
The punk sobbed as he pushed fully inside Rick, the anarchist blood-hot and indescribably tight around him. He paused for a few moments, trembling slightly, eyes unfocussed. Rick gazed up at him questioningly.
"Rick, I…I can 't hold it – I won't last long," Vyvyan confessed, eyes shutting tight and gasping as he began to thrust into the virgin anarchist.
The mattress creaked and shuddered with the punk's effort, as he began to pound the anarchist mercilessly, making faint, desperate noises of pleasure.
Rick's breath was forced from him with every hard thrust, the punk hunching over him, the bright orange tri-hawk crumpling against his chest. Too surprised to feel pleasure, the anarchist stared down at the wildly thrusting punk, making beautiful noises as he came, shuddering hard, the bed squeaking insanely and knocking against the wall as Vyvyan thumped out his climax inelegantly.
A minute later, as his aftershocks faded, the medical student let out a high-pitched sigh as he pulled out from Rick, his face pink and damp and his eyes hazy. Vyvyan promptly collapsed beside the anarchist, gasping for breath and looking totally dazed.
"…Two fucking years," the punk muttered, and Rick looked at him questioningly before grabbing his hand, wet with perspiration, and stubbornly placing it around his own shaft.
"…One minute, Rick," Vyvyan heaved, looking absolutely exhausted.
Pouting a little, the anarchist pressed closer to the punk, staring at him with selfish, pale eyes and waiting impatiently.
It wasn't long before Vyvyan propped himself up on shaky arms, his skin slippery and hot, and adjusted himself in the bed awkwardly, taking Rick's stiff shaft into his mouth without warning.
The anarchist's mouth fell open, his watery blue eyes wide, before his head fell back and he thrust helplessly into Vyvyan's mouth.
Anticipating Rick's eagerness, the punk tried to stay still while the sociology student writhed and moaned, frowning stoically and trying not to gag as Rick seized the spikes at the back of his head in two hands, tugging as if picking up a cat by the scruff of the neck, and pounding feverishly.
It was over quickly, Rick yelling at a deafening volume, his legs grinding against the bed, his hands yanking agonisingly at Vyvyan's hair.
The punk managed to swallow it all, then pulled away sharply, gasping for air. Rick was giggling breathlessly in pleasure, glistening with sweat and looking absolutely blissful.
Vyvyan, with only a touch of spite towards the prudish anarchist, kissed him hard, forcing Rick to taste himself. The brunette flinched a little, then accepted the kiss, shivering with the effort of pleasure.
Both students were sleepy-eyed as they stared at each other, chests heaving.
"Thankyou," they both murmured simultaneously, before grinning.