Here's the slash! It's M/M, please don't read if this isn't your thing! This was supposed to be PWP for clicketykeys but it instead became a full and proper story in its own right. Oh and you have her to thank for the nickname at the end. ;) This is from Corso's POV.
Arkanesh is drinking a bit more than I think he should be after just getting out of the medbay, but he's ordering drinks for me too and I'm a little buzzed. The evening rush comes and goes, the swirl of soldiers and noise never quite penetrating the little bubble of silence around our table. It's late when he finally asks about a room, and he stumbles when he stands.
I'm up fast, helping to support him even though my legs aren't quite steady either. "Shoulda taken it easy on the beer, Captain," I tell him, only slurring my words a little. The walk back to my bunk in the spaceport is going to suck, especially since I'm in no state to watch for Seps right now. I wonder if I shouldn't get a room here too. I resolve to get Arkanesh into his bed first, and then ask if they've got another room available.
"I've got a name, Corso," he mutters, leaning hard on me as we stumble up the stairs together. I'm not quite sure how we don't end up in a heap back in the bar but I'm relieved when we reach the landing at the top. Arkanesh fumbles with the key card for a few moments before we realize we're at the wrong door and collapse against each other, giggling drunkenly. He's got his face in the crook of my neck and parts of me are beginning to take an interest at the feel of his breath against my skin.
"Come on, Captain," I say, heaving him upright.
He shakes a finger more or less in the direction of my face. "Arkanesh. Or I'm going to come up with a completely ridiculous and embarrassing nickname for you."
I laugh. "Okay then, Arkanesh." He smiles at me, swaying closer, and I have to grip his arms to keep us both from falling over. "I think that one is your room." I point and he follows my finger with his eyes, then his whole head. He trips over his feet and crashes hard into the doorframe but it's finally the right room and the door hisses open. I maneuver him inside and fumble for the lights. The room is small and bare, with just a double bed, table, and a single chair. An open door leads to the 'fresher. There's no window.
I steer Arkanesh over to the bed and dump him on the side of it. He's still got his arm wrapped around my neck and nearly topples me over onto him. I brace my hands on the bed on either side of his hips and try to pull away but suddenly his mouth is on mine, hot and hungry. I'm startled, but my body takes over and I'm kissing him back, tongue sliding along his, pressing against him.
His hand is in my hair now, the other one fumbling at the clips for my chestplate and I gasp and break the kiss. He looks up at me in confusion. "Corso?"
I'm breathing hard, my whole body on fire, and it's hard to think with all the blood in my body making a beeline for my groin. "Cap... Arkanesh," I say, trying to clear my head. His hand is still tight in my hair and I'm hunched over awkwardly. "What... I mean... why... I don't..." I can't get a full sentence out. I don't even know what it is that I'm trying to say.
He draws back carefully and I miss the feel of his hands on me. "I thought... Did I read you wrong, Corso? I thought I was getting signals that you might be interested," he says, voice very quiet.
I nearly laugh. If he knew how much time I had spent staring at his ass today, he wouldn't be wondering if I was interested or not. "I am," I admit, feeling a blush heat my cheeks. "It's just... You're drunk, and I don't... I'm not..." I bite my lip hard, noticing that his eyes fixate on my mouth. I lick my lips and his pupils dilate. "I don't know what I'm doing," I finish in a whisper.
I'm still hunched over him awkwardly and one of his hands comes up slowly to trace along the line of my jaw. I shudder under his touch, a gasp bursting from my lips. He groans, cupping my jaw and pulling me into another searing kiss. My legs wobble and I drop to my knees beside the bed, lips still locked with his. His fingers slide around to the back of my neck and then up into my hair again, and his tongue teases my lips apart.
He tastes like beer and spices. I cautiously curl one hand around his biceps, feeling the muscle jump under my fingers. He breaks the kiss this time and both of us are breathing hard. "Stay," Arkanesh murmurs against my lips. "Stay here tonight."
A bolt of lust shoots through me and I nod wordlessly. His fingers are back on my armour clips and suddenly I need to feel more of him. The zipper of his jacket parts easily and then my hands are on his skin. He's warm against me as I let my hands explore the curve of his ribs and the muscles of his abdomen. I like the contrast of my darker skin against his.
He tosses my chestplate aside with a clatter and pulls at my shirt, trying to get it up and off but my rifle holster is in the way and we have to pull apart. His lips are parted slightly and his green eyes are intent on me. He stands carefully and helps me up, reaching around to tug at the gun harness. His lips press against my ear. "You're gorgeous, you know," he whispers. "I want to see all of you, touch every inch of you. You have no idea how much I want you."
I moan and my knees wobble again. I have to clutch at his shoulders to keep upright. Theran and I hadn't done much more than kiss, even though some of those had been pretty intense. Neither of us had any privacy in our quarters - he lived in the barracks with the rest of his squad, and I was sharing a bunk room with three other militia members - so I had never seen him naked. I want what Arkanesh is offering - I'm probably the last guy in the militia who's actually still a virgin - but I'm still nervous and I don't really know what to do next.
"Corso?" Arkanesh asks quietly, waiting until I meet his eyes. "You can say no," he says, though I can see in his face he's hoping I don't.
"No... I want this. You. I want you." His gaze is so intense that I have to look away to keep my composure. "It's just... I..." I trail off, blushing furiously.
His arms slide around me, pulling me in for a careful hug. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asks quietly in my ear. I blush even harder and nod fractionally. "You can tell me to stop any time," he says, voice rough in a way that makes my groin clench. "Corso, I want you. But I don't want to hurt you or pressure you." He takes a deep breath and leans back to look at me. His pupils are blown wide and I can hardly see any green left in his eyes.
He wants me. This gorgeous, confident man wants me. I shift slightly and can feel his erection pressing against mine. I'm so hard it hurts and I tilt my head up to kiss him again. He groans against my lips and I reach down to grip his hips tightly. The beer is helping. I'm not over-thinking this. I just know I want him, and he wants me, and we have all night.
His hands are behind me again, tugging at the straps holding my rifle to my back. I squirm against him to try to wiggle out of the harness but I finally have to break away to fumble with the buckles. He's grinning and trying to help me, our fingers tangling together. We're mostly just getting in each others' way and we finally start laughing. He grips both of my shoulders and pushes me back slightly. "You do it. It'll be faster."
His eyes are sparkling at me and I'm finding it hard to concentrate but I finally manage all the buckles and hook the harness over the back of the chair, making sure my rifle doesn't bang against the ground. I unclip my backplate and toss it to the ground beside the table, kicking my chestplate out of the way too. Normally I'd never be this rough with my gear, but the durasteel panels can handle it. I'll just spend a bit more time on it tomorrow to make up for it.
When I turn back around, he's unbuckled his thigh holster and set it aside, so I do the same with mine. His ankle sheath is next and I set my vibroknife on the table beside his. "Any more weapons I should know about?" I ask him breathlessly.
His eyes crinkle when he grins at me and he starts laughing suddenly. "Oh the things I could say to that, Corso," he says. I don't get it at first but then I do, and a hot blush races up my face. His hands cup my cheeks and he pulls me in close again. His lips against mine are soft, until I let my fingers drift to his hips and then up under the edge of his jacket. He groans and kisses me harder, tongue delving into my mouth. My fingers tighten convulsively on his sides and his hands slide to my waist, pushing my shirt up my chest. We have to break the kiss so he can pull it over my head and toss it aside. He presses his lips lightly to mine and then kisses his way across my cheek, lingering over the pattern of scars there. "What are these from?"
"Shrapnel," I tell him, shivering as he licks softly along the parallel lines. I don't want to get into details, not now. "What about this one?" I free one hand from inside his jacket to stroke my thumb across the scar over his right eye.
"I got into a disagreement with a client who thought I'd be better-looking without my face."
I press my lips against it, kissing down his forehead and over his eye to his cheekbone. "I have to side with you on that, I think."
He lets his eyes drift closed, a faint smile on his face. "Flattery will get you anything you want," he says, and suddenly his smile is a smirk. He shrugs out of his jacket and wraps his arms around me. His skin is burning hot against mine. I bite down on his bottom lip and he gasps my name.
Suddenly we're falling, his arms around me pulling me down onto the bed with him. I land half across him and kiss him hard. My hips are rubbing against his, drawing groans from both of us. I'm about ready to shoot already, and we've barely done more than kiss.
"Pants. Off." He tugs hard at my waistband with one hand, and then reaches in between us to fumble with the button. His fingers brush across my straining erection and I gasp, arching down hard against his hand. "Corso... stars, I want you so badly." He's looking at me with wide eyes, then he grasps my hips and pushes me back. "Up. Stand up." It's hard to peel myself away from him but I do, scrambling backwards off the bed until my boots hit the floor. He's kneeling in front of me a second later, one hand on my hip to keep his balance and the other yanking at the laces on my boots. "How many knots do you have here?" he asks, laughing.
"Sorry," I say sheepishly. "I don't want to worry about them coming undone when I'm in the middle of something." I try to bend over to untie them but I'm still dizzy and I almost fall. I end up having to sit down on the chair to fumble them loose and Arkanesh unbuckles his boots while I'm still struggling with mine. Alcohol and need are making my fingers clumsy and Arkanesh has his off long before me.
"Come here," he says with a smile, stretching a hand out to draw me over to him. He's sitting on the edge of the bed again, shirtless and with his feet bare. The blaster burn from earlier is nearly invisible now, thanks to the medic. I can't get over how pale his skin is. I let him take my hand and slowly trail the other one over his chest.
He has a few faint scars, and I rub my thumb over one of them. It's a smooth, flat circle about an inch across, high on his shoulder. "What's this one from?" I ask and feel him tense up under my hand.
"I'll tell you later," he says, shaking his head. I let it drop. Everyone's entitled to their secrets. If he doesn't want to talk about it, I won't push.
He draws me closer and presses his lips against my stomach. I groan and he lets go of my hand so he has both of his free to work on my buttons. He leans up and licks one of my nipples and I make a completely embarrassing sound. He laughs but there's no malice in it. He gives me a pleased smile and does it again. I moan and work a hand into his short hair to try to keep my balance.
He licks across my chest to my other nipple and I feel just a hint of teeth. I'm so distracted I don't notice he's finally got my pants undone until his hand wraps around me. My hips jerk forward and I clutch at his shoulder hard. Stars, I'm so close already. He shoves at my pants, pushing them down to my knees and I rock into his fist. His free hand slides around to my ass, getting a good grip, and then he's licking his way down over my abs and then his tongue is on me and then his mouth and I can't seem to think any more.
I think I'm talking - babbling more like - but I don't have the faintest idea what I'm saying. Arkanesh's mouth is hot and wet and he's pulling me in deeper, harder, faster, until I shout and shoot hard. He catches me when I collapse, pulling me onto the bed with him and curling around me. I can feel him pull the rest of my clothes off and toss them aside but I can't bring myself to care. He doesn't say anything, just keeps pressing slow, hot kisses to my neck and shoulder and chest until I can get my eyes open again.
Arkanesh is watching me, one hand tracing slow patterns across my chest and stomach. "Hi," he says softly and I smile shyly at him.
"Hi," I murmur back, turning my head to meet his lips when he leans in. The kiss is slow and languorous. "That was..." I shake my head, trying to find the words to describe it. "Wow."
He chuckles, kissing the corner of my mouth and flicking his tongue gently against my lips. "Thanks. You're pretty 'wow' yourself, you know. They grow 'em big out here, eh?" He grins at my blush and then kisses me again, deeper, and I realize that he must still be hard. I roll towards him and he meets me halfway. I press my hand to his hip and slide it slowly around to the front of his pants, which look uncomfortably tight. He sucks in a sharp breath and I flick the button open with my thumb.
"I don't really know what I'm doing," I mumble as my fingers slowly unfasten his pants. I can't quite bring myself to look at him when I admit this.
"I figured." His voice is a little strained. "It's okay. I'm so close right now it probably won't matter. There'll be time for experimenting later." He grins breathlessly and pulls me up for a kiss when I finally get my fingers around him.
He's hot and hard in my hand. I can feel his pulse throbbing under his skin and I swallow his moan when I tighten my fingers and stroke experimentally upwards. The kiss is sloppy and messy and his hips are jerking in time with my movements. He grunts into my mouth and his hips still suddenly. He makes a truly astonishing noise as he spills over my fingers, clinging tightly to me.
I keep moving my hand slowly until he falls back against the bed to catch his breath. I've recovered enough that I can stumble to the 'fresher without too much trouble. I get myself cleaned up and bring him a cloth. He smiles a thanks and squirms out of his pants, a maneuver that gets a stirring of interest down below. He wiggles under the blanket and pulls me in next to him for a long kiss. He reaches over beside the bed for the lights, plunging the room into darkness except for the faint glow of the safety strips along the doorframes.
"Get some sleep. I have a feeling we're going to be busy tomorrow." I squirm to get comfortable and he flings a long arm over my chest and pins one of my legs with his. "Can you sleep like this?" he asks against my shoulder, voice a little hesitant. I get the feeling he'd like me to say yes. His eyes look sad, though I think he's trying to hide it. He's been so confident so far that it's never occurred to me that he might be lonely.
"Never tried it," I admit, reaching up to lace my fingers with his. "But I'm willing to give it a shot."
His smile is soft and relieved. "Thanks, Corso. Just give me a shove if you need me to move."
"Good night, 'Kanesh," I tell him.
He blinks up at me in confusion, then smiles. "Kanesh, eh? I kind of like that. But now I need a nickname for you..." He trails off with an impish sparkle in his eyes.
"Oh, no!" I tell him with a laugh. "I promised to stop calling you Captain, and I did. I held up my end of the bargain!"
"I suppose," he grouses. "Fine then. Go to sleep."
I'm nearly out when I hear him murmur in my ear. "Good night, Big Riggs."