Chapter Three, Trust Lies On the Mattress
Warning: M rating for this chapter; but I don't want to change it as it'll disappear off the main list.
Shaun's face was flushed a dark crimson as he opened the door.
Grinning, he began to walk towards him. They stood barely an inch apart as Desmond could faintly smell the man's cologne lingering from earlier. Just as he reached out to pull Shaun closer, the man stepped backwards. Is he playing some sort of game with me...? He was still smiling slightly, so he wasn't scared or anything of the sorts. Or maybe he was. Desmond felt like neither of them really knew what they were doing. Two complete strangers alone with sexual tension so thick you'd have to cut it with a butcher's knife. Licking his lips, Desmond took one step forward for every step Shaun took back.
"What's the matter?" Desmond grinned as he unzipped his white hoodie. He continued to herd the not so straight man into the wall, where the minute he felt his back connect with something solid, he gasped quietly. He glasses lay askew on the bridge of his nose and as Desmond took one final step to close the distance between him, he could hear Shaun breathing heavily.
"I just don't think either of us really know what we're doing and that we should really slow it down and get to know each other and we should talk it over I mean have you been checked for any diseases I really don't want to get sick because I still got a long life to live and I really think-"
"Woah there," Desmond laughed as he pressed a finger to Shaun's lips.
***
Second thoughts were Shaun's worst enemies.
They always came at him from out of nowhere and he had to fight them off with confidence. But, most of the times he lost and often caved into his instinct (which was most definitely not a good thing). As Desmond began to unzip his sweater and toss it on the ground, he felt his second thought kicking in. What am I actually doing here? Am I here seriously for-...? No. He wasn't that desperate. He could easily build up a real relationship then meddle his way into sexual favours. It could take a while, but he certainly could.
Oh what the hell. Who was he kidding? Shaun Hastings never got any through his years in high school or university.
He had been so involved with this power struggle that had been going on behind everyone's backs that he spent no time for socializing. His people skills were weak but his technology and history knowledge were exceedingly high. People had liked him, sure, but it didn't mean that he had to like people back. His text books were his evening's dates and the library was his perfect setting for the Friday night all by himself. Actually, Shaun was lead to believe that the librarian that owned the place had some sort of 'crush' on him. Being the cynical bastard he was back then, he used the man to let him stay the nights and read books as long as he wanted. Slowly, Shaun became nocturnal and shut himself off from any other human contact – that was before he met Rebecca and the other Assassins.
"I just don't think either of us really know what we're doing and that we should really slow it down and get to know each other and we should talk it over I mean have you been checked for any diseases I really don't want to get sick because I still got a long life to live and I really think-" The words tumbled out of his mouth but he couldn't help it. The butterflies in his stomach had been let loose, causing him to ramble without taking a breather to exaggerate his statement of not sleeping with Desmond for the night.
"Woah there," he watched as Desmond pressed a finger to his lips, grinning mischievously. Neither of them knew what they were doing but Shaun recalled something Rebecca often said to him.
Live blissfully in the moment and then deal with the shit in the morning.
Oh Rebecca Crane, that crazy party girl and her words of faux wisdom. As Desmond pressed closer to him, he could feel his anxiety ebb away. Warmth replaced all questionable thoughts as finally, the bartender pressed their lips together. The fire from the club had carried its way here, sparking with a fierce intensity inside of them. Thoughts raced through his mind as he felt himself being pulled over towards the black leather couch. Heart hammering in his head, he felt himself pushed down into the sofa, sinking instantly into its comfortable and welcoming texture. He almost forgot about the tepid weight on top of him until he felt him straddle him roughly.
"Desmond..." Shaun groaned, slowly snaking his arms around the younger man's neck. His protest for the man to stop was overridden by his own hormones and Desmond's unavailability to answer him. His skin was red hot as he felt his fingers brush against his smouldering neck. Hesitantly, Shaun allowed Desmond to deepen the kiss. Being too engulfed in the way the bartender gently sucked on the bottom of his lip, he didn't even notice a pair of hands slip under his shirt. Breaking his mouth away from Desmond, he gasped slightly, nearly knocking the back of his head against the wall. "A-ah... stop, please..."
"Mmmn, I just noticed. You have a British accent," Desmond grinned as he pulled his hands out from under his shirt and instead, dug his hips harder into the historian's.
"Very good, you're somewhat observant," he smirked in reply but was quickly silenced by Desmond crushing their lips back together. As he felt his tongue press against his lips Shaun undecidedly opened his mouth slightly, stomach lurching at the fact that someone else's tongue was inside his mouth.
"Lift your arms," Desmond growled in low, playful voice. Without a second thought, Shaun raised his arms, allowing Desmond to pull off his sweater with ease. "I don't understand why someone would wear something so... office casual to a night club."
"I don't really know either. Now shut up and kiss me," Shaun smirked, grabbing the back of the man's head and pulling him in for another breath taking kiss. He heard Desmond laugh in that husky voice of his before he managed to undo each one of the buttons on Shaun's dress shirt with one hand. Taken back, Shaun looked down to watch him undo the very last button. He did it faster than he could even do it himself.
"Someone's skilled," Shaun mumbled as he took his turn in taking off Desmond's shirt. When he finally did so, he couldn't help but let his jaw fall into his lap. The man's chest was chiselled to perfection, each muscle proof of his hard earned work spent at the gyms daily. As much as he wanted to take the time to enjoy them, Desmond seemed to have other things in mind than allow the Brit to stare at his chest all night. Shaun's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a hand which began to rub an already large bulge in the front of his trousers. Bucking his hips, Shaun felt an unusual feeling gather in the pit of his stomach.
"Nghn... S-stop it..." Shaun cooed, panting heavily as he dug his fingernails into Desmond's shoulder.
"Why? You seem to be enjoying it," Desmond smirked in reply, applying more pressure to the hardened bulge.
"I-it feels weird!" Shaun stuttered as he began to feel his head spin slightly. He was becoming light headed and every single touch made him want to scream with pleasure. He didn't even hear himself, but his throat rumbled as he moaned loudly with cheeks painted a bright pink.
"Oh, Shaun dearest," Desmond teased as he undid the front of Shaun's slacks and slipped his hands down the front of the man's pants. "That's just called pleasure."
A spark of electricity shot up Shaun's spine as he felt the man's warm hand tenderly take hold of his erection. He bit his lip and held in a moan that had built up for years. No one had touched him like that for a long time. He could feel the sweat on Desmond's hand mix with his and hesitantly, he leaned in to kiss the younger man. Hungry for lust, Shaun grabbed Desmond's back and pulled him closer than he had been, completely destroying the barrier between their personal space. It's not like they had much, with the bartender's hands down the front of his pants. Moaning slightly, he pulled back and allowed Desmond to press sloppy lips against his neck, sucking gently as Shaun knew that it was going to leave a mark he would find in the morning. His mind was swimming in ecstasy, clearing out any coherent thoughts that he might have had.
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, was the only thing going through his mind.
***
Desmond smirked as he withdrew his hands from the man's pants, much to his protest. But with a wink, Desmond got off him and began to undo his own jeans. He tossed them on the ground in the corner and stood only in his boxers and he knew Shaun had to mentally remind himself not to go crazy over him. He stood momentarily, willing Shaun to get up and walk over to the bed with just his mind, but he didn't do so.
"What...? Do you expect me to... y'know, suck your-"
Desmond laughed, voice masked by desire. "No, I want you to get your scrawny ass to the bed."
Shaun's lips formed in an 'O' shape and blushed as he went over to the unmade bed. Slowly, he let his trousers fall to the floor and pulled off his dress shirt as well. They joined in each other on the ground and before the man could object, Desmond already had pinned him to the bed and was working on tearing off his boxers.
"H-hey! What are you doing?" Shaun grumbled as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again for the millionth time that night.
"What does it look like?" Desmond teased as he finally freed him of the cotton boxers. They quickly joined their clothing on the ground and Shaun hadn't felt this vulnerable in a while, either.
"W-well, it looks like..." His mind went blank as Desmond became stark naked. Rebecca had always told him that he stared too much but he couldn't be blamed for this one. "I haven't even t-told you what I do..." He found it harder to form words that the man would understand. As corny as it sounded, his mind was turning to mush and he was forgetting much of the English language. He watched as Desmond reached over to the drawer and pulled out a small plastic package.
***
Condoms, right. I'd forgotten all about the bloody things, Shaun groaned inside his head. But then again, who was he to complain when he was about to have sex with one of the most attractive men he had ever met? His reluctance on the couch seemed miles and miles away. Who was to think that he, Shaun Hastings, would have a one night stand? Not him, certainly.
"Fine, what do you do?" Desmond growled playfully as he climbed back on top of Shaun, kissing his chest.
"I, uh... A historian," he smiled weakly in reply, slowly running his hand over Desmond's shoulder. His skin was rough, definitely not like a woman's; it was so much better. Feeling completely at ease, he slid his hand along his back, feeling the curve of his spine. It felt... natural.
"Mmm, fascinating," Desmond purred, flipping Shaun onto his stomach. He took a moment to soak in the moment, slowly sliding his hand up the man's muscled thigh. He didn't go to the gym every day, but it looked like he did take time out of his week to work out. He could probably run almost as far as Desmond if he wanted to. He watched as the historian shivered at his softest touch and grasped the sheets, toes curling not so subtly. Ripping the package open with his teeth, his stomach flipped at the idea of his first time with a man. He didn't regret his motives, no, but what if he woke up the next morning and he was gone? For the first time in his life, he had never wanted someone to stay so much. Slowly, he rolled the condom onto his erection and made sure it was on properly.
"... Ready?" He felt like he at least needed to give him a heads up, even if he was ready himself to tear into him. He watched as Shaun took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, then nodded. Heart pounding heavily inside his chest, Desmond took a deep breath and roughly grabbed Shaun's hips. He heard the man gasp loudly as he pressed himself into him.
***
Pain, pain, pain, was the only thing going through his mind.
Pain as he felt Desmond begin to push himself inside. Pain as he felt Desmond's eagle like grip tighten on his hips, digging into his flesh. Pain as he felt Desmond lean against him, pressing their sweat slicked bodies together as he kissed his shoulder passionately. Muffling his scream, he grasped the sheets until he knew his knuckles were turning a pale white and his fingers tips a bright red. He bit down hard on the pillow, trying to collect himself as Desmond slowly began to compose his shaky rhythm.
He could feel the lubrication on the condom make things easier for him.
Gradually, Desmond fell into a consecutive pace, trusting slowly inside of the trembling man below him. To his surprise, Shaun felt Desmond remove one hand from his hips and wrap around his shoulder and grab his chin, pulling him back from the pillow. Curling his toes in anticipation, Shaun shuddered in pleasure as Desmond titled his head sideways and kissed him passionately.
"Let me hear your... uhn, voice..." Desmond pleaded in a low tone, grazing his teeth across the older man's neck.
"Desmond..." Shaun moaned, aching for his lips to be everywhere at once. He could feel the sweat trickle down his arched back as Desmond slipped two fingers into his mouth. Instinctively, he wrapped his tongue around the fingers and sucked on them gently. Closing his eyes, he could hear Desmond's heavy breathing closer than it really was, feel every skin movement he made and felt every single touch he dealt.
"Louder," Desmond grunted as he began to pick up his rhythm, tossing his head back in bliss.
"A-ah... Desmond... Desmond...!" He kept shouting, trying to keep himself from burying his face back into the smooth cover of the pillow. His muffled mumbles had gone to breathless pants, then throaty moans and finally, wordless cries, all within five minutes. He could feel his throat ripping inside, only allowing him to barely form sounds that took his place of Desmond's name. Before he could give Desmond's fingers a little nibble, he was forced back down into the pillow with the man's weight on top of him fully. With the small bit of sanity he had left, he propped himself up on his elbows and felt his knees dig sharply into the mattress. Is this what Rebecca meant about doggy style?
They quickly became a tangle of human limbs as Shaun could feel Desmond coming to an end. His abdomen constricted, voice crying out as loud as he could go without it fading. He could feel Desmond thrust inside him mercilessly. Their moans synced together and finally, Shaun felt Desmond hit his high point. As sore as his throat was, he managed to yell something between Desmond's name and a cry of pleasure as he came, making a mess in the ruffled bed sheets.
Panting heavily, he felt as Desmond pulled out of him and disappeared for a second. Shaun's vision was blurring and spinning, causing him to lie down on his back and recollect himself. Chest rising and falling, Shaun rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. He could hear the bartender's footsteps in the background, shuffling around the tiny apartment. Feeling exposed, Shaun adjusted himself and pulled the sheets up to his waist. He could feel the wetness through the blankets but he was too tired to move anywhere.
He could hear Desmond's steps closing in on him and without a word; he felt his warm body press against his. Surprisingly, Shaun felt his body stiffen at the intimate physical contact. He could also feel Desmond feel a bit taken back as he placed his arms around Shaun's waist. Forcefully, Shaun willed every muscle in his body to relax and astonishingly, he did. Light headed, the historian finally felt comfortable in the arms of the stranger.
"Goodnight." Whether it was his words or Desmond's, it didn't matter as he drifted off into a deep, well needed sleep.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took forever to upload! I just finished the editing with a friend a while ago while our power was out - thank God my laptop had some power left on it. Anyways, it's been a long time since I've written anything like this... I hope it was alright!
