Gavin remained timid and uncertain as Nines set him on the lidded toilet and knelt before him. Gentle hands cupped his stubbled cheeks, nudging his head up to meet his warm gaze. His green eyes were vulnerable and uncertain, something Nines had never expected to see when they were usually so full of confidence and mirth. He was slow as he leaned in and chased his lips. He lingered as Gavin pulled away, gently pressing into his space. His silvery eyes glittered with sadness as he nudged Gavin to look at him. He wanted to be seen. He wanted him to know he was sincere. Gavin was cautious as he accepted the small kisses that pressed against his lips.
"I'll run the bath," Nines murmured as he pushed back and got to his feet. Gavin watched with nerves swirling in the pit of his stomach as he turned away and bent over the tub. The thick army slacks tightened over his ass, setting off a flare of want that mixed with the nerves and warmed him through. He couldn't stop worrying about it. What would Nines do when he saw? How long would it take for him to change his mind and leave? The taps screeched loudly as Nines twisted the knobs, and steam soon billowed from the deep tub. "Shall I go first?" Nines asked suggestively as he turned and fiddled with the top button of his scratchy shirt. Gavin swallowed. That was probably for the best. Maybe he wouldn't feel so exposed if he wasn't the only one losing clothes. He nodded meekly.
Nines gave him his usual winning smirk as he popped the first button. The one he usually gave him as he pinned him against a tree. The smirk that said you asked for this. Gavin licked his lips warily as he watched each button pop. In all the times they'd been together, they'd never taken their clothes off before. They'd always been outside, sharing hurried meetings on the edge of the treeline. Pants had been lowered and hands had explored in a heated rush, but their eyes had never feasted on naked flesh. He felt his skin prickle as Nines' shirt parted. He bit his lip, running a hand through his neat hair as he moved to stand right in front of him.
"Do you like what you see?" he purred as he tilted Gavin's chin up. You're joking, right? He couldn't think of a single person on the planet who'd turn him down. His abs were lightly toned, his stomach almost flat. He was mostly hairless across his sloping pecs. He had a few moles and freckles littering his pale skin. One of them sat right at the edge of his sloping collarbone. Gavin reached up to grip the edges of his open shirt and pulled him closer until he could press his lips against his navel, enjoying the little quiver that darted across his skin at the sensation.
"Who wouldn't? You're phcking perfect…" And I'm a phcking mess…He knew he'd look like a patchwork quilt in comparison. He'd been nicked by bullets, gashed by bayonets, tangled in barbed wire, slashed and stabbed at with pocket knives, and hit by flying debris. Obviously, these most recent wounds would be the freshest and worst of the lot. He sighed out a breath as the material loosened in his hands. Nines had shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and now stood before him like a sculpted Adonis.
"I don't know about that," Nines objected with an almost sheepish smile. That just made him even more perfect in Gavin's eyes. Nines moved slowly as he stepped in closer and ran his hands down Gavin's cheeks to the collar of his cotton nightshirt. He moved slowly as he leaned down to unbutton it, settling on his knees and kissing along his stubbled jawline as a distraction. Gavin closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath as the material loosened and slipped down his shoulders. "Hm…my warrior…" Gavin scoffed at the title, lips raised in the smallest of smirks as he felt a gentle hand stroke his scarred back.
"Ex-warrior…" He nuzzled Nines' shoulder and buried his face in his neck. He smelled nice. He carried an almost earthy scent, along with the hint of old cologne. It was familiar and comforting.
"You'll always be a warrior to me," Nines replied firmly as he encouraged him to look up. Gavin seemed unconvinced, but he still accepted the kiss Nines pressed against his lips. He whined softly as a hand laced in his hair, greedily running his hands up and down Nines' spine to explore the newly revealed flesh. It was soft and smooth against his fingertips, untouched by the weather the way his hands were. He shuddered as he felt Nines' fingers stroke around to settle on his pecs, where he lingered to press and tease his nipples. Nines smirked against his lips as he felt him squirm, and moved one hand to support his back, blocking his escape. He drew back long enough to enjoy the familiar, needy look on Gavin's face before ducking down to get his first taste. Gavin's nails instantly dug into his shoulder blades. Sensitive much? Nines huffed softly as he licked and nipped each sensitive bud.
He'd promised Gavin that he'd strip first, so the next thing to go was his thick, uniform trousers. He enjoyed the way Gavin's greedy eyes watched like a hawk as he loosened his belt. The heavy material didn't need any help to fall to the floor. He stepped out and kicked the uncomfortable slacks aside before tugging off his socks to join them. He left his pants on at first, teasing Gavin with the view as he stepped closer. He smirked as he watched him swallow and bite his lip, leaning back into the hand that grasped his hair. He followed the leading press on the back of his head as Nines drew him in, pausing just out of reach of his tight underwear.
"Your turn…" Nines murmured softly, tugging Gavin's head up gently as his eyes started to drop with dread and uncertainty. "I want to see all of you…and you can't wear your pants in the bath," he added as he looked over to check on the slowly running water. It was only around a third done. Plenty of time. Gavin reached down to rest his fingers against the elastic of his bottoms, but he made no move to shimmy them down. He flinched as Nines reached for the bandage around his waist first. That dressing needed to come off before they went in the bath, too. It was a good warm-up. A few moments to regain composure. Nines winced a little as the stitching came into view. Chloe was doing an excellent job of keeping it clean, but that didn't change the fact that it was human flesh that had been sewn together with thick looking surgical thread. "My Gavin…"
Gavin swallowed the lump in his throat. That sounded nice. Being Nines' Gavin. He accepted the little kisses Nines pressed against his lips and watched as he dropped lower. He was confused as he continued to drop until he was eye level with the ugly gash. Nines rested a hand on the opposite hip as he moved in to kiss along the raw stitching. Gavin felt himself tear up a little, shifting his eyes to the far wall as Nines worked his way back up again. He froze as he felt Nines' hands lower to rest atop his own, lingering at the elastic of his bottoms.
"May I?" He waited, silvery eyes begging for acceptance. Gavin sighed out a shaky breath, anxious as he nodded and looked at the tiled floor. He lifted his weight on his good leg as Nines slid the elastic down to his knees. He paused there, running his hands up and down the dark curls on his legs. He could feel strong muscles beneath from the past few years of lugging supplies, training, and fighting in the trenches. He leaned down to kiss the firm flesh, giving Gavin time to brace himself. He looked up, resting his head on Gavin's good knee and kneading his flesh. Gavin licked his lips and took a final breath as he nodded.
"Phck…" He felt a little sick as he felt the material slide the rest of the way down. He raised his gaze to the ceiling. He didn't want to see the disgust or rejection on Nines' face. He flinched as he felt the softest press of lips against his knee. The hand on his thigh slowly slid lower. It trailed down over his knee and came to rest on the hastily stitched stump of his leg. Gavin swallowed hard, trying to will away the tears welling in his eyes. His eyes snapped downward as he felt Nines' breath on his sore skin and the press of gentle lips against the stitching. "Y-you don't have to do that!"
"I want to." Gavin almost scoffed as those lips continued to press the raw, abused flesh. He didn't know how he could mean that. Sure, he was a medic, and he'd seen this stuff before, but this was surely grossing him out. His leg was fucking gone, leaving an uneven, ugly bump in its place. Thick stitches crisscrossed the uneven surface where Markus had painstakingly cut away dying flesh and jagged bone to sew him back together as best he could.
"Why the phck would you want to kiss my ugly stump? Doesn't it weird you out?" Nines shook his head, remaining on his knees. He continued to stroke up and down his knee, caressing the stump with each pass. It hurt a little, but it also felt nice somehow. Comforting. Nines pressed another kiss to the inside of his knee before resting his head on the opposite side.
"Why would it? It's a part of you, and therefore something I cherish." Gavin remained uncertain, wincing as the press of lips returned. The stitches were healing, but that didn't mean the pain was gone. It was raw and sore. Tender. Each little kiss left a stinging burn in its wake. Nines seemed to understand a little as the press became lighter. Gavin twitched as the lips travelled higher, nipping and kissing along his inner thigh. He skipped his straining boxers and dragged his lips all the way back up to his mouth. A hand returned to lace in his hair as Nines tilted his head and kissed him slowly. "Bath!" Gavin reminded as he felt Nines' other hand come to rest against his boxers. Nines drew back a little and glanced at the tub. It was about half full.
"I still have one more piece to go…" Nines teased as he stood to shut off the water. He bit his lip as he hooked his thumb over the waistline of his pants and slowly tugged them lower. Gavin swallowed as he watched the dark curls come into view. He trembled as Nines returned and stood before him, lacing a hand in his brunette locks. "I take it you can still use your mouth…" He smirked as Gavin looked up and nodded almost eagerly. He wasted no more time as he dropped his pants and wrapped a hand around his hardened shaft. He loved the familiar little whine of want that escaped Gavin's lips as he held him back, making him watch as he pumped himself. "You want this? You want my cock?" Gavin trembled at the almost demanding tone of his voice.
"Yes…please…" Nines' expression softened at his good manners. The hand in his hair loosened, fingertips teasing his scalp in reward.
"Alright. Don't make me finish though. I've been saving it for you." Nines smirked at the way Gavin whined and trembled. He let out a sigh of contentment as Gavin's hand reached up to cover his own. He could feel the roughness on his most sensitive skin, and also the warmth. It was a nice change. Until now, their hands had always been cold or hastily warmed a little against the fresh European air. Crisp. Icy. A small moan escaped him as Gavin's hand gripped harder and started to pump back and forth. "Fuck, you're so good…" He had just the right twist of wrist. Just the right strength in his grip. He couldn't help rocking into the delicious sensation.
Almost as if he felt them swinging, Gavin's free hand reached up to cradle Nines' large testicles. He rested his hand beneath them at first, simply cradling them. They were good and heavy. Phck, he wasn't joking about saving it for me…It felt like he hadn't blown a load in more than a month. It was probably his imagination that they were larger than usual, but he allowed himself the fantasy. He felt his own length twitch at the thought of Nines filling him later. He usually wouldn't. They'd always been hurried meetings between duties. They couldn't afford to mess their uniforms. The weather wasn't exactly friendly towards washing and drying in a hurry. He shuddered as he imagined the warmth of it trickling down his thighs later.
"Fucking tease!" Nines was almost glaring as he looked down. Gavin smirked with a little of his old confidence. Damned right I'm a tease, and I do it better than anyone else. He flicked his tongue out to stroke the leaking tip, getting a taste while riling him up. The hand in his hair tightened and tugged him a little. It didn't hurt. It was more a plea than a demand. Gavin sighed out a breath, pleased that he could still do this. He could still put Nines in a dazed, needy state. "Oh fuck! I forgot how-fuck!" Gavin surged forward, opening his throat to take down as much as possible. Nines let out a needy moan as Gavin's lips caressed the base.
Green eyes darted up as he sucked and swallowed around the hardened shaft. Nines' silvery eyes almost closed as he leaned his head back. He bit his lip as he looked down with flushed cheeks. The surrounding air was already humid from the bath, making his pale skin glisten. Gavin didn't stop. He rocked back and forth at a steady pace. He sucked and swallowed, stroking his tongue against the solid flesh in his mouth. He didn't forget his other hand. He kneaded and encouraged the sack in his palm, teasing the solid globes within.
"Stop-stop-stop!" Nines was insistent as he pulled his head back. He panted as he held him at bay, though he still teased the flesh in his hand. "My turn," he said as he got to his knees, pausing to press gentle kisses to Gavin's lips. Gavin stiffened a little in his arms as he shuffled between his thighs. Nines drew back and tilted his head curiously. Things had been going so well a few moments ago. Gavin had seemed so confident.
"I-it's alright. You don't have to…" That much was obvious. He never had to do anything.
"I want to." He didn't know why that was so hard for Gavin to understand. "I want to see how high I can make your voice go." He smirked at the little pout Gavin gave him, though he knew he would deny it was anything like pouting. His brow scrunched a little as his lips pressed together. Nines darted forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. That almost seemed to make him more bashful. Nines wasted no time as he tugged his hips forward across the closed lid, enjoying the surprised yelp he gave as he slipped backwards and gripped the edge. His back was leaning against the thick cistern pipe as Nines worked his boxers down and tossed them aside. He seemed openly vulnerable as Nines raised his thighs up and over his shoulders. He was careful to support his injured side, making sure he didn't pull the stitches too much. "Let me know if it hurts too much."
He didn't wait for a vocal response as he dropped his head to lick a greedy strip up Gavin's twitching shaft. He paused at the tip to tease the slit and lick up the salty release beading there. He held his hips steady as Gavin squirmed, unable to balance himself since Nines had pushed him back. Nines hummed as he kissed his way back to the base and parted Gavin's thighs wider. Despite their hurried encounters, he'd learned enough about Gavin to know that this was his favourite part. There wasn't a single time he hadn't made him mewl like a cat in heat by doing this. Gavin stiffened and twitched in his hands, almost as if he knew what was coming.
"Relax for me." He knew he would in time. He just needed to be patient. He kissed the plush skin of Gavin's ass as he pushed his thighs wide enough to edge his way between. He licked and teased his perineum. The smooth patch of skin was so sensitive it made his shaft twitch and his thighs quiver. Little sounds of contentment escaped as he worked his tongue back and forth, but they weren't the sounds he was looking forward to. Nines closed his eyes in contentment as he moved further back and worked his tongue around the tight ring of muscle there. He almost huffed as Gavin twitched and shuddered, trying to keep down the sounds he wanted to hear. That just meant he had to work harder.
Despite working harder, he didn't push too soon. He wanted to loosen the ring before he forced his way inside. It was a slow process, but he was happy to take his time. Especially as he felt Gavin's tight muscles gradually loosen and relax. He soothed his hips, relaxing them further as he prodded and probed with his tongue. He almost smirked as the first needy whine escaped Gavin's lips. Finally…He pressed harder, slowly edging his way inside. He lingered within the rim, flexing and teasing the tight flesh.
"N-Nines! Uhn-nn!" Nines felt his skin prickle at the sound. It had been so long since he'd last heard it. He'd worried for a time that he'd never hear it again. Gavin had been in poor condition the last time he'd seen him. It had been just after surgery, when he'd finally returned from the front with a few other casualties. Many of those men hadn't made it. He'd hovered at Gavin's bedside, praying for him to open his eyes. He'd woken eventually, but he'd been feverish. Delirious. He and Chloe had worked tirelessly to get him through it. Even though the fever had broken, Gavin still hadn't been lucid by the time he'd left for the city. Once he'd left the camp, Nines had woken in a cold sweat more than once from nightmares. Dreams about Gavin not making it back. About him dying in some far-off French hospital. Finding him face-down and drowned in the mud. Bled out and cold.
Chloe had kept him informed, but even when it became clear he would physically recover, his emotional state had worried him. He'd wanted more than anything to be by his side, but he'd lost hope upon hearing he was being shipped all the way to England. It was closer than home, but still out of reach. He'd applied for leave, along with his brothers, hoping to cheer him up. He'd been positively alarmed after getting word from Elijah about his current problem. If Gavin didn't eat properly and start physical rehabilitation soon, he'd have a much harder time in the long run. He had no idea how Elijah had managed it, but his leave have been extended to start immediately, and he'd been shipped off to England barely a day ago. Things in their camp had settled somewhat, and Connor had insisted he could handle things, as had Dr Palmer and Dr Manfred. Nurse Manfred had pretty much threatened to chase him out of the camp if he didn't pack up and get going.
Right now, tongue deep in Gavin's ass as he mewled his name like a ten-dollar whore, Nines couldn't be more grateful. He nuzzled in closer as he felt Gavin's thighs tighten on his shoulders. His hips squirmed and his hands reached down to tangle in his hair. Nines drew back enough to replace his tongue with his fingers. He pressed in deep, stretching out the heated walls as he licked his way up to Gavin's dripping shaft. He kissed and nibbled the skin of his balls on the way by before sucking his shaft down. He wasn't as seasoned as Gavin in this area. He didn't take in more than half as he sucked and bobbed, but Gavin certainly wasn't complaining as he writhed against his searching fingers.
"Floor or wall?" Nines purred as he pulled off to return to Gavin's parted lips. His skin was damp and flushed as he panted and whined. His bright green eyes were soft and glittery as he gazed up at him. He whined as he latched onto his shoulders and held on. Nines huffed. That wasn't exactly an answer. He lifted Gavin without missing a beat and leaned his back against the smooth wall beside the window. By the amount of light, he guessed it was a clear and sunny day. Perhaps he'd take Gavin out after their bath and replenish his vitamin D.
"Phck! Nines!" Nines leaned in and nuzzled his temple as he lifted him higher. Gavin gripped with his thighs as best he could, but it hurt his injured leg and side to do so. Nines seemed to pick up on it as he slipped one hand beneath his ass. He lined himself up with his free hand and slowly lowered Gavin onto his cock. Gavin gasped, tipping his head back. There was a weird mixture of pain and pleasure. Pain from his injuries, but pleasure from being impaled. He whimpered and whined pathetically as he squirmed.
"Tell me if you need to stop." As if he was going to stop now. It was almost as if Nines read his mind as he huffed and looked down at him. "I'm serious. I don't want to hurt you." Gavin nodded his understanding, but still didn't object. Nines worked slowly. He gathered him in his arms like something precious, supporting his rounded rump in place and fucking into him slowly. He did all the work. All he needed from Gavin was for him to stay still and mewl like a bitch. He smirked at how perfectly Gavin fulfilled those needs. He gripped his shoulders tightly, digging in his blunt nails as he relaxed his ass and took the pounding.
"Ni-Nines! Ph-uhn!" He sounded divine. Especially as the pace increased and his voice got higher. It wasn't a womanly sound by any means. Gavin was all man, but it did something for Nines' pride to know he was the one forcing those submissive little mewls from his lips. Nines let out his own deeper moans and leaned his head on Gavin's warm shoulder as he rocked. It felt so good to feel the weight in his arms again. It felt even better to be naked with him for the first time. Now that he'd felt it once, he was pretty sure he was hooked for life. Where the skin of his hands and lips was worn and rough, the skin of his body was soft and giving. It may have been littered with small scars, but that only added to the canvas.
"Fuck, I love you…Fuck, Gavin…" He couldn't help letting it slip out. He felt Gavin curl in against him, a small sob breaking free as he gripped tighter. It was what Nines considered a quiet I love you, too. He nuzzled Gavin's neck and shoulder as he rocked, bouncing him a little harder as he chased his release. Gavin mewled and scratched his shoulders as he finally spilled. Nines wasted no time in delivering the gift he'd promised. He felt Gavin shudder as he was filled, smirking as he felt some of it trickle out between them. "Sorry, that was a little more than I expected…" A small sticky puddle was rapidly forming between their feet with the excess. "Or perhaps your ass is too small to take a full load…I should do this more often, to stretch it out."
"Thank you…" Nines wasn't sure what he was being thanked for, and he wasn't about to ask as he felt Gavin quivering in his arms. His smile dropped a little as he tightened his hold and stroked his hair while he sobbed against his shoulder. He lowered him to his foot and kept hold of his other thigh, helping him balance as he leaned down to ravish his lips. He wiped the tears away with his free hand, whispering praise and gentle assurances until he'd calmed enough to be coaxed into the bath.