Title: Coming out - the epilogue
Chapter 2 - the morning after
Fandom: Ocean's eleven (Post-Ocean's 13)
Pairing: Virgil/Turk (slash)
Rating: NC17, I guess. There's sex.
Chapter Summary: The morning after celebrating their first anniversary together, Virgil gets a phone call from Danny, telling him about a new job, and Virgil goes to wake Turk up and tell him all about it, but gets a little distracted…
A/N: This is chapter two of the epilogue of the Driving me crazy 'Verse (which includes all three movies - although the epilogue is set after the third movie)
CHAPTER TWO - THE MORNING AFTER
He wakes up with a pool of sunlight directly on his face and rolls over on his side to evade some of it. He reaches out for his lover, but the other side of the bed is empty. Raising his head a little, he squints towards it and can just about make out the blurry form of Virgil's pillow and the somewhat straightened covers, and he concludes that since the other man's made his bed, he's probably not coming back to it.
Putting his head back down, Turk groans into the mattress.
"Oh, you're awake…"
Virgil's voice trickles in through the doorway behind him, much to chipper for Turk's liking. And knowing that there's no way his brother is going to let him go back to sleep, he rolls onto his back again and squints at him through the cobwebs in his eyes. Virgil's bright smile comes into focus, he's leaning casually in the doorway, shoulder propped against the frame, arms loosely crossed in front of him, hip jutting out. Turk swallows and clears his throat a little.
"Hey", he rasps out. "You've got this all wrong, man… we're supposed to sleep in."
Virgil's smile widens a little, and Turk watches his gaze travel over his body as he stretches it, and finds it easier to smile back all of the sudden, sleep falling away from him, layer by layer, until it's the last thing on his mind.
"Phone rang, woke me up", Virgil explains.
"Yeah? Was it Bobo? Was he pissed?"
Virgil shakes his head slightly, but his mind seems to be elsewhere and Turk stretches a little more, just to see that sheen in his lover's eyes, that look that's cloudy and bright all at the same time. Virgil licks his lips, obviously unaware of doing it, which makes it even better.
"C'mere…" Turk murmurs.
Virgil's pushed away from the doorframe and killed the distance between them before Turk's even reached his arm out towards him, and then he's got an armful of Virgil, all eager and strong, lean limbs wrapping themselves all around him, pushing close, like he's trying to burrow into Turk, hands gripping, kneeding, rubbing, everywhere at once, and it takes Turk's breath away. Or maybe that's Virgil too. Sucking on his tongue like it's a cone of his favourite ice cream, humming into his mouth, the vibrations of it echoing through Turk's head until he's lost all sense of time and space. All he knows is this heat. Everywhere, just heat, and spurts of electricity travelling between them.
Pulling his face back, panting, Virgil pins him down with an intense look, like he's checking to make sure he's still there or something. He does that sometimes, and Turk can't really figure it out, and he never knows what Virgil expects from him in those moments, but he can tell it's important, whatever it is, and he looks back, tries to pour all his love and devotion and warmth into that one eye lock, tries to look his most reassuring, self-assured and confident. Tries to be as open as he possible can, and just let's Virgil soak it all up and take from it what he needs. And then Virgil gets a spark in his eyes and he smiles, and Turk knows he's found it, whatever it was that he needed from him, and then they're kissing again, Virgil even more passionate, desperate, hungry, if that's even possible. Moaning, gasping, slurping, possibly mumbling things that Turk swallows down before they can shape into actual words.
Turk pulls at the waistband of his brother's sweatpants, grunting into the kiss. Virgil breaks away and starts kissing down his neck, as he lifts his hips to allows Turk to keep pulling on them until their's down by his knees and then he kicks them all the way off. He tangles his legs with Turk's, lining up his hips against his, their cocks brushing together.
"Ohh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck", Virgil pants breathlessly, his voice quivering as he keeps babbling. "You feel fucking amazing. Can't believe how amazing you feel, how well we fit together, I never want to stop this, ever, I just want, ahh, fuck, I just wanna stay like this, feel you, all of you, like…"
Turk hisses, tugs on the t-shirt that Virgil's still wearing. "Off", he grumbles.
Virgil makes a soft noise of impatience, but leans away long enough to pull the shirt off, then he wraps himself around Turk again, all but melts into him, and this time the sensation is almost overwhelming. Soft, naked skin, sliding over his. A fine layer of sweat slicking them together. Soft hairs grazing, nipples tickling, hands roaming everywhere. His brother's voice slithering around him like a soft blanket, breathy words of love and lust, mingling together into a sweaty, quivering stream of nonsense.
Turk reaches down to cup his Virgil's arse, and is rewarded by a particularly loud moan that vibrates through his entire chest, since Virgil's busy mouthing his right nipple at the time, and then he hoists him up, on top of himself, until he's straddling him and they grind their crotches together. Turk feels Virgil shiver throughout his entire body.
"Oh fuck, Turk…"
"Yeah", Turk pants. "You wanna?"
Virgil pushes his face into the crook of his neck and moans, the sound of it almost broken. Turk lets his hands travel up his back and wraps them around him, hugging him close. And he nuzzles the side of his face, inhaling as he burrows his nose into his brother's hair, savouring that scent, that special Virgil smell, lets it cloud his senses until all he knows is Virgil, and this.
Virgil is trembling, and Turk knows this is a good thing, it usually means he's doing something right, but his brotherly instincts kick in anyway, and he gently pets him, whispering soothing words to him like he's afraid or sad, when nothing could be further from the truth. But for some reason, it seems to make his brother happy that he does, because he always hugs back and when he kisses him, it's not rushed or desperate anymore. But gentle, deep kisses, loving kisses. And those are the best kind.
"Come on, baby…" he murmurs. "Fuck me."
"Yeah?" Virgil rasps out and leans back to look into his face again, eyes searching. "You sure?"
Turk grins at the question, always the same question, and he nods, bumping his nose against Virgil's nose. Earning a crinkled little smile in return. He pushes his hips up again, their cocks rubbing together, and he feels his brother shiver, those eyes boring into his darken even more, they're almost black now, and for a moment he goes slightly crazy thinking he could fall in and get lost forever.
"You're not sore from last night?" Virgil insists.
"I'm okay", Turk reassures him. "Really. Come on, I wanna feel you… please."
It's the 'please' that does it. As Turk knew it would. Virgil ducks his head back down and kisses him, like he's devouring him, as he unwraps his legs from Turk's waist and lets him spread his, then he slides in between them, thighs pushing against the back of thighs, and Turk pulls his knees up and reaches for the lube on the bedside table. Virgil trails a few kisses down the side of his face, then bends down to leave a mark on the side of his neck and Turk chuckles.
"You know I'm gonna have to cover it up…"
Virgil just grunts in reply and he chuckles again.
"Just saying… kinda defeats the purpose of branding me, doesn't it…"
Virgil looks up and stares at him then. He's got his stubborn look on, and sure enough, "No, it doesn't."
And that's that, Turk thinks to himself. End of argument. He just smiles fondly, though, and nods. He likes to tease, but he knows that his brother needs the reassurance, the reminder, constantly. Knows he'll over think things otherwise and work himself into a fretting bundle of doubt.
Turk cups his face with one hand and brushes his thumb along his cheek bone. Instinctively, Virgil moves into the caress. Like a cat getting petted, Turk muses and feels that fuzzy warmth in his chest grow a little. Virgil turns his head and gives Turk's palm a gently kiss. And all of the sudden, this isn't just one of those rare, but still familiar good mornings of sleeping in and then having great morning sex, anymore. It's not even about sex at all, well, maybe a little bit, Turk relents, but it's much more than that. And from the soft look in his lover's eyes, he knows he feels the same.
Turk knows that this is where he should tell Virgil that he loves him, actually he should have told him that last night, was going to, so many times, throughout the entire night, it was constantly on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't push them out. He should have told him, wanted to tell him, but for some reason the words got stuck behind his teeth somehow. They're still there.
"Me too", Virgil says then, a secretive little smile flickering by.
"Wh-what?"
Virgil just keeps smiling and grabs the lube from his other hand. He gives him one more look, to see if Turk's sure and when he nods, there's no more hesitation.
Virgil rubs some lube between his hands, like he's washing them or something, but Turk knows it's to warm it up. Then he puts one of his hands between Turk's legs and the other on himself, slicking himself up as he gently pushing a couple of fingers into Turk. Multi-tasking, Turk thinks vaguely, amused and impressed, then he sucks in a breath as those fingers push deeper. The gasp quickly turns into a moan, though, when Virgil's fingertips starts dabbing at that spot, that sweet spot inside of him, and he bites down on his lip, hard.
"Careful", Virgil murmurs and leans forward to lick a soothing trail across Turk's bottom lip.
"…Mmm ready, please, in me, now", Turk pants.
Virgil carefully withdraws his fingers and positions the head of his cock at the entrance instead, gently, slowly, he pushes in. Fingers sticky with lube graze Turk's thigh, trail up his belly and chest, before wrapping around his arms, bringing them closer, always closer.
Turk lifts his knees higher, then wrap his legs around Virgil's hips and drag him closer still, drawing him all the way in, and Virgil shudders on top and inside of him.
Turk's got his arms and legs wrapped tightly around Virgil, just the way he knows Virgil likes it, likes having him close enough to be smothered by him.
"You're so beautiful", Virgil rasps out.
By the sound of his voice and the looks of his expression, Turk would think the words hurt him on the way out, and he knows that feeling, that love and that electricity, so powerful and strong it swallows you whole and squeezes you tight until all you feel is rushing blood and pounding heat and pins and needles everywhere.
"Fuck me", he gasps, hugging his legs tighter around Virgil's hips.
"Ah fuck", Virgil breathes out. "You have no idea what you do to me…"
Carefully he pulls out, almost entirely, then slams back in, angling his hips so that he's pushing against that spot with every thrust, finding a rhythm of broken rhythms, he starts moving.
Turk gasps as that spot starts to shoot sparks all through his body, nervous system firing up like a Christmas tree, fireworks under his skin, stars behind his eyes. He's vaguely aware of his brother's voice, all frantic and soothing at the same time, words dripping with lust, dirty and raw, loving and sweet, all mixed together, until he's barely putting words together at all and it's just a chorus of moans and screams and grunts and groans and hisses.
There's banging somewhere in the distance, but Turk can't really place it and all that electricity in his body, all those bright, tickling stars, they start to pool in his abdomen, his balls draw tight with tension, the building orgasm sucking everything else in, until the whole world's faded away and there's just this. Heat and pleasure. The hands on his arm loosen their bruising grip and disappear. Virgil's body stretches, as he grabs onto the head board and draws his knees up under Turk, pushing deeper and harder, and yeah, he's screaming now, words again, but Turk's too far gone to make any sense out of them, he can feel Virgil's entire body trembling and knows he's close as well.
Then, out of the string of words, one drops down and hits Turk in the head, "love", and it goes black for a second and pleasure almost painful washes over him.
Virgil shouts out his own orgasm, then collapses, half on top of Turk, half next to him, until Turk scoops him into his arms and cradles him to his chest. They lay there, panting together. Turk's vaguely aware of Virgil's come seeping out of him, and his own pooling on his belly, not entirely pleasant, but not really off-putting either. And then he realizes that he just came without touching himself. And then remembers Virgil telling him he loves him. He sighs and hugs his brother even closer, and imagines he hears him purr in response.
"I think we disturbed the neighbours…" Virgil mumbles.
"That's what that was…" Turk says, not entirely bothered, it's not like it's the first time.
"Mmm… touchy bitches", Virgil mutters, half-asleep by the sound of it, and Turk chuckles.
"Yeah… fuck, but that was amazing, babe… Virgil?"
"Mmm…"
"That was possibly the best sex we've ever had."
"Mmmm-hm…"
"Are falling asleep on me?"
"Mm not on you…"
Turk smiles to himself and pets his brother's hair, it's slightly damp now, and tousled. He plays with it for a minute, combing his fingers through it.
"I love you too", he says.
He can tell Virgil's heard him, because he can feel his body tense up slightly, and then he's raising his head from Turk's chest and meets his gaze, eyes half-lidded, cheeks rosy, and Turk swallows, restraining himself from pulling him into another kiss and orchestrating a repeat of the whole thing.
"I know", Virgil smiles.
"Yeah, I know you know, but I still wanted to say it…"
Virgil just smiles.
"Hey, who was that on the phone this morning? You said it wasn't Bobo?"
"Oh yeah…" Virgil remembers and shakes his head slightly. "That was Danny. He's got another job for us. An easy one, this time, or so he says… I said I'd call him back after I'd talked to you about it, but it seems like a good deal, I think we should do it…"
"Alright", Turk says.
"I'll tell you all about it over breakfast, or brunch more like… we'll have to reheat the pancakes now, though."
"Pancakes?"
"Yeah", Virgil says and grins at him. "I made you breakfast."
"Really?" Turk says.
He's aware that he's perked up like a kid on Christmas, or like puppy at the sight of a ball held up teasingly above him, and by the way Virgil laughs a little as he nods, he knows he's thought the same thing, or something similar at least.
"We should probably hit the shower first, though…" he says then.
Turk looks down to see him drag a finger through the sticky mess on Turk's belly, like he's finger painting with it, and it's oddly arousing.
"Yeah", he agrees.
"You hop in first, and I'll go put the pancakes in the oven", Virgil says and starts to pull away.
But Turk grabs him and then rolls him over onto his back, trapping him under his own weight.
"Uh-uh…" he says. "Shower together…"
Virgil chuckles, no giggles, then. Shaking his head at him, but stretching sensually underneath him at the same time, teasing.
"You're insatiable."
"Just with you", Turk retorts. "Can't get enough of you, just you."
Virgil drags his hands up and down Turk's back and arches up a little, rubbing their bodies together, as he playfully nips at his lower lip, eyes darkening again already.
"Okay, let's go…" he whispers.
"Hey", Turk says, almost as an afterthought as he follows Virgil into the bathroom. "How come you didn't bring the pancakes when you came to wake me up? You know, it's called 'breakfast in bed' for a reason…"
Virgil snorts.
"Yeah right, like I'm gonna let you spill coffee and crumbs all over our bed… I said I made you breakfast, there was no mention of a bed in that sentence."
End.