Celebrate

by corneroffandom

After All In, Orange finds a way to celebrate Hook's reclamation of the FTW title.

Orange looks up as Hook drops down next to him with a sigh, resting his head back against the wall. "Ugh," he groans, lips drawn down in a deep frown. "I can't wait until we're back in New York." He grazes his hands over the plates of the FTW title and tilts his head to look at Orange. "When's boarding?"

Orange glances at the tickets, then at the clock overhead just to double check. "About twenty minutes."
Hook sighs. "Alright," he mumbles. "At least we're almost there."

Orange smiles, sneaking a hand under his hoodie and rubbing his side. "Yeah," he says fondly. "Just a little longer."

Hook stares at him through hooded eyes. "You seem energetic."
Orange smirks, tapping his fingers against Hook's hip before easing his hand back out, standing up. "Come on," he says, reaching out for Hook's hand. Once their fingers are laced together, he tugs him up to his feet and kisses him before turning and leading him through the airport to the boarding area.

Hook sleeps through most of the flight, his head resting on Orange's shoulder, Orange's fingers brushing through his hair whenever turbulence gets especially rough, soothing him each time he's startled awake. By the time they land, he's awake but very sleepy and quiet, fingers twisting in the back of Orange's denim jacket as he leads the way to collect their luggage.

"C'mon," he says quietly, kissing Hook's forehead and leading him out of the airport to the car.

Hook hums and sinks into the passenger seat, exhaling softly. "Glad to be back in New York," he mumbles, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

"Me too," Orange says, adjusting his sunglasses as he pulls out into traffic and begins navigating his way around. Hook dozes in and out so he doesn't notice as Orange takes a turn away from their apartment, tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel as he goes.

They're just within view of their destination when Hook makes a noise deep in his throat and Orange glances over, taking in the wide eyed shock on his face. "Wait," he says, sitting up a little straighter. "Is this...?"

Orange smiles mysteriously. "What?"

He frowns. "I didn't get to see it in person, just pictures online, but..." He turns to look suspiciously at Orange. "Isn't this the house I rented for us on the 4th of July?"

Orange's smile grows. "Now that you mention it..." he teases.

"Holy shit," Hook mumbles, rolling his eyes before leaning over to take a closer look at the house through the windshield. "What did you do?"

"Surprise," Orange says, his eyes glinting. "I rented the place for a couple of days. Figured we could celebrate you finally winning back the FTW title here. Make up a little bit for you missing out on 4th of July."
Hook blinks and glances from the house back to Orange. "Wha... really? What if I hadn't won?"

"Then we would've commiserated here," Orange says. "But I knew you'd win." He examines Hook's face. "I know you, there was nothing that could stop you from getting that belt back."

Hook shakes his head, amazed. "I love you."
Orange laughs softly. "I love you too," he says. "Now what do you say we go inside, start this mini-vacation?"

"Yeah," Hook says, getting out of the car and looking up at the house with wonder in his eyes. "You know, uh, I don't remember a lot from when we all stayed here. I know Joe and Shibata were here, and my parents, but..." He grimaces, hand tentatively reaching up towards the scars by his temple. "I was in a lot of pain. It's all kind of blurry."

Orange nods, sympathetically. "I know you were really out of it. But let's go make better memories here, huh?" He rests a hand between Hook's shoulderblades and leads him up towards the house.

"Yeah," Hook says, smiling a little. "Let's."

Keeping in mind that Hook doesn't remember, Orange first leads Hook around on a tour of the house, showing him the living room, kitchen. Bathroom, the bedrooms. He leads him out onto the balcony and they stare out over the horizon as Hook thinks about the 4th of July. "I wish we could have fireworks," he mumbles, staring out towards the riverfront with a wistful glint in his eye. "It must've been really beautiful."
"Maybe next summer we'll rent it again," Orange suggests, rubbing slow circles against Hook's lower back.

"Yeah," Hook murmurs, resting his head on Orange's shoulder. "Maybe we will."

They head back inside and Hook hums. "There are a lot of rooms in this place," he muses as Orange pauses in the foyer splitting the first and second floors, glancing back at him.

"Yea-" his voice cuts out as Hook plants a hand on his shoulder and presses him against the wall, staring at him with a dark, heavy gaze. "Hook?"

Hook doesn't verbally respond, his hand easing down Orange's body until he reaches the waistband of his jeans, popping the button abruptly. Orange gapes at him, suddenly wordless, as Hook slinks down to his knees, pulling Orange's pants down until they pool around his ankles.

"Uh-" Orange manages, voice going a little highpitched as Hook starts stroking his thighs. "Hook-"

"Hmm?" he asks, peering up with a challenging glint in his eye.

"What are yo-" For the second time in as many minutes, Orange's voice dies as Hook leans in and mouths at him, Orange letting out a shuddering breath as the wet warmth overwhelms him. "Oh shit." He gasps as Hook trails his tongue around him, hitting his head back against the wall as he's taken in deeper, arousal coiling in his lower stomach so rapidly that it takes his breath away. "Ah- ah, Hook," he groans, digging his fingers into the wall, scrambling for something to hold onto. "Hook-"

Hook sighs, sinking further onto him, swallowing around him, until Orange's hand shoots out and tangles in Hook's hair, making him look up as Orange tugs, helpless against the urge.
"Fuck," he pants, not wanting to hurt Hook but unable to stop as his legs tremble under the onslaught of Hook's mouth. "Sorry- I-"
Hook rolls his eyes, sinks down a little deeper, and then wraps an arm around Orange's hips when Orange simply stares down at him, frozen in the moment. Before Orange can even ask, or sort out what this is meant to be, Hook starts to move him back and forth, thrusting him deeper into his own mouth, and Orange moans, eyes widening as he loosens his grip, pets through Hook's hair.

"Really?" As Hook looks up at him, eyes a little wet but certain, he nods, and Orange grunts. "Fuck, what did I ever do to deserve you?" And then he follows Hook's example and thrusts, short little choppy movements of his hips until Hook closes his eyes and indulges in the sensation, the motions of Orange chasing his own pleasure as he moves his tongue along Orange's erection, sending a shudder through him.

Orgasm punches through Orange so suddenly that he has no hope of warning Hook, who doesn't seem to mind as he swallows through it, licking at Orange until he rests his head back against the wall, struggling to catch his breath, lost in a haze of pure, white hot pleasure. Hook slowly pulls off of him and stares up at him, licking at his lips as what little remains of Orange's strength fails him and he slumps down to the ground, Hook wrapping his arms around him and tucking him in against his shoulder before he can hit the floor. "Guess you liked that," he chuckles, rubbing slow, lazy circles against Orange's back.

"Holy shit," he mumbles a few minutes later, regaining some control over his body, his words. "What was that?"
Hook laughs, the soft motions of it lulling Orange from where he still leans into Hook's arms. "My way of thanking you," he says, running his hand lazily through Orange's hair.

"We're definitely renting this place again," he murmurs, Hook laughing even harder as Orange nuzzles into him, too comfortable and languid to move right now.

-x

The kitchen is a calming area, creams and soft browns comprising the color scheme of the room. Hook enjoys just sitting at the table and relaxing while Orange cooks, watching him wandering from the sink to the fridge to the stove and back again. He offers to help, but Orange simply kisses him and nudges him towards the table, quietly getting to work shaping and seasoning beef for burgers, so Hook obliges him and stays out of his way.

Once he finishes, he brings the plates over and Hook smiles up at him, before looking down at the two burgers stacked on his plate. "They look good," he says, lifting the top one from the plate and taking a large bite once Orange has sat down.

"You weren't hungry, were you?" Orange smirks, waiting to see Hook's actual response to the food before starting in on his own.

Hook rolls his eyes, taking another bite. "I wonder why," he mumbles, swallowing thickly as he puts the burger down and begins attacking the stack of potato chips Orange had poured over the limited free space on his plate. "Ugh, damn. It's really good," he says, glancing up as Orange nods, beginning to eat as well.

"Good," he says, taking another bite of his own burger as he watches Hook devour the rest of his. "Good thing I made extra," he says, eyes widening when Hook moves onto the second burger on his plate almost immediately. "Damn."

Hook blinks, looking at him. "What?"

"I dunno, it's just kinda..." Orange shrugs, pausing for a minute to take another bite of his burger, adding to Hook's impatience. "Hot, how much you like my cooking sometimes."

Hook's eyebrows lift. "You like watching me eat?"

Orange warms under his scrutinizing gaze. "Uh, sometimes. I think so."

Hook smirks, an intrigued look on his face. "Interesting," he finally chooses to say, moving back to the potato chips. "When'd that start?"

Orange blusters. Blinks hard. "I... I don't know. You were always eating chips and stuff. I guess I just noticed after awhile."

Hook pauses, then looks over at him. "So early on?"

"Uh." Orange winces, feeling embarrassed the longer the conversation goes on. "I guess so."

"Hm." Hook pauses to consider this as he licks some of the salt and grease off of his fingers, watching Orange pointedly look anywhere but at him. "You can watch," he says after a few moments. "I like when you do."

Orange's face heats up even worse, and Hook laughs into his burger, eyebrows quirking up teasingly as he takes another bite, chewing slowly as Orange's gaze flickers back over to him. "You're horrible," he mumbles.

"And you love me anyway." Hook shrugs.

Orange hums. "Well, somehow, that's still ridiculously easy."

Hook smiles at him, wiping at his mouth with a paper towel. "So what are we going to do next?" he wonders, stretching out in his chair and resting his feet on Orange's thigh.

Orange curls his hand around the arch of Hook's foot and strokes up to his toes, considering. "Hm," he says, tilting his head back and staring up at the ceiling. "I have an idea." Before Hook can ask, he puts Hook's foot down and stands, jostling Hook from where he'd been so comfortable and making him pout.

"Hey," he huffs, sighing as Orange leans in and kisses him apologetically before collecting the dishes and wandering over to the sink. He watches as Orange puts everything in to soak, then turns towards the freezer. "What're you doing?" he wonders, eyebrows creeping higher up as Orange continues digging around inside, the door blocking his view. "Is there even anything in there?"

When he turns around, it's to find a deep frown on Hook's face, looking at the ice cube tray held in his hand. Orange smirks as he walks back, leaning over Hook's chair to rest the tray on the table before him. "Hm," he says. "Let's see..." He tugs the chair over, Hook obligingly shifting to help push it around to face Orange.

As soon as they're eye to eye, Orange smiles at him, disarming, sweet. Kisses Hook the same way, Hook humming into his mouth, soft and pleased as Orange slowly teases at his lips with his tongue, Hook agreeably allowing him in. Everything's warm and loving and perfect until... until something cold and wet drips down his thigh, a chill creeping up his spine at the sudden press of ice against his sunkissed skin.

Immediately he pulls away from Orange's lips and gasps. "What the-?"

Orange hums and continues tracing along the hem of his shorts with a piece of ice, leaving wet, cold trails of water down his inner thigh, staring into his eyes.
"Orange," he groans, twitching as Orange slowly slips his free hand under Hook's shirt, guiding it up. Growing impatient, Hook helps, shrugging it off and tossing it aside, staring up at Orange challengingly.

Orange hums and begins tracing a fresh cube over Hook's collarbone, down. Watches as Hook's breath hitches when the ice drips over his chest, his teeth biting into his lower lip when Orange follows the trails of water, soothing the ice cube down between his pecs, over his sternum to trace his abs, leaving them tense and slick as Hook shivers under his hands. "Shit," Orange mumbles, looking up to find Hook staring at him, eyes dark and fixed. "You're too much sometimes, you know that?"

Hook groans, eyes fluttering as Orange continues tracing his body with chilled hands. "What are you doing?" he finally finds the words to ask, gasping as Orange's fingers trace low down his pelvis, teasing, slow.

"After what you did earlier, it's my turn," Orange murmurs, watching as Hook trembles. "Alright?"

"Mmm," he groans, whining lowly as Orange's chilled hands trail back up, rubbing over his pecs. "Ah god." He huffs and wraps his arms around Orange's neck, standing up and pressing against him, the iciness of Hook's skin obvious even through Orange's clothes, making him twitch.

Orange chuckles, fumbling around until he finds the bowl and swaps out ice cubes again. "Lick," he murmurs, teasing Hook's lips with the melting ice. Hook obliges and Orange kisses him, shivering at how the kiss goes from cold and slick to warm and hungry the longer they linger, tasting each other.

"You know, if we keep this up, maybe we'll-" Hook groans as Orange begins tracing up and down his spine with what remains of the ice. "We, uh. We can- have some fun in each room here," he finally manages, somewhere between a shiver and a smirk, Orange peering at him as he slips his hands into the back of Hook's shorts and squeezes.

"You'd wanna do that?" he asks, nipping at Hook's lip.

"Yeah, think I do," Hook exhales, rocking into him. "Do you?"

"Uh huh," Orange mumbles, looking down at where their bodies are meeting, how Hook's hands shift down his sides to sneak under his shirt, lifting it up and off of him, tossing it aside, nothing separating them this time when their bodies press tight together again. "Shit, that's cold."

Hook smirks. "Yeah, you gotta warm me up now," he says, pressing his forehead to Orange's and breathing as he shifts, pressing his leg between Orange's and grinding into his thigh. "Shit." He breathes against Orange's jaw before kissing him. "Next time," he mumbles, "no ice. We do something warmer."

Orange nods, dazed, flushed, growing hotter as Hook pants against him. "Yeah," he groans. "Yeah, definitely. Whatever you want."

"Say that again," Hook mumbles, tracing his hand up Orange's neck and tangling in his hair as his climax builds, tugging slightly.

"Whatever you want," Orange says, holding onto him as Hook shudders, eyes closed tight while a shivery sort of pleasure tenses through him, uncoiling sharply, Hook whimpering and groaning through it as Orange gasps and feels his own orgasm creeping up on him in response to the sights and sounds of Hook unraveling against him. "Hook- Hook, you... you feel so good..."

"C'mon," he says, petting Orange's hair down once he manages to relax the tight grip he'd had on the longer blond strands. "I wanna hear you. C'mon." He presses kisses all over Orange's face, breathless. "Let go, Orange. Let go."

He does, so hard that it knocks him breathless, Hook the only thing keeping him upright as he rolls his hips desperately into Hook's, groaning against Hook's neck. After a few blissful minutes where Orange feels like he could just float away, the pleasure drifts, leaving him shaky.

"Here," Hook mumbles once he finally finds the strength to move, guiding Orange back into his chair, helping him to sit down before collapsing down into his own. "God." He tips his head back and sighs, before glancing over at the tray left abandoned on the table. "Ice is all melted."

Orange hums, peeking an eye open to look at him. "Sorry you didn't like it, just felt like trying something new."

Hook shrugs, wiping at a wet spot on his chest. "Didn't say I didn't like it," he says after a moment. "Just saying next time I get to choose something warmer." He smirks as Orange nods, still a little dumbstruck by his orgasm.

"Yeah, alright. Works for me."

-x

Orange stops in the doorway to the bathroom, exchanging glances with Hook. "Well, damn," he says, staring at the large hot tub taking up about half of the room, definitely big enough for both of them with room to spare. "This place really does have everything."

"It does." Hook lazily trails a hand over the rim of the tub. "It's my turn, and I pick here," he says.

Orange chuckles, running a hand through his hair, eyes darting around. "Of course," he says. "When?"

Hook licks his lips and stares at him, quirking an eyebrow. "You doing anything now?"

Orange scoffs, face warming pleasantly as he approaches Hook. "No."

"Well then." Hook grins as he leans in and starts filling it with water, testing the temperature. "How's that?"

Orange checks it too, then looks over at him. "Yeah. Feels good."

Hook nods, then presses close to him, running his hands over Orange's chest, enjoying the feel of his skin under his palms. "Hmm," he sighs, kissing Orange to distract him as he continues exploring, slipping lower, easing Orange's briefs off of his hips.

Orange groans into Hook's mouth and hisses out a breath as Hook presses into him, rolling his hips slowly. "Oh fuck," he sighs, breaking the kiss and pressing his head into the crook of Hook's neck as he hardens against Hook's thigh, gasping shallowly. "Please..."

Hook laughs softly, supporting him as he continues to grind against him, breathing in and out shakily. He squints over at the tub, watching it fill up. "We're almost there," he says, letting his hands trail between them, stroking Orange until his jaw drops and he gasps into Hook's shoulder.

"You're gonna get me off right here if you don't stop," Orange struggles out, panting.

"That's fine," Hook laughs, but Orange shakes his head.

"No, it's not, not if you want to do anything in the tub right now."

Hook sighs and reluctantly stops touching Orange, instead taking Orange's hand and pressing it against his own erection. "Get me caught up then," he says teasingly, arousal shivering through him as Orange curls his fingers around him and begins to slowly stroke Hook. Hook watches the tub fill up as Orange thumbs at him, squeezing a little bit here and there, teasing him, leaving him gasping and trembling as he flushes harder under Orange's ministrations.

Orange stops when Hook pulls away, reaching out to stop the faucets. "Time to get in then?" he asks.

"Yeah," Hook says, his voice already strained, and Orange smirks. "Shut up," he mumbles, watching as Orange sinks into the warm water with a soft sigh, his eyes slipping closed. As Hook joins him, the water shifts, rocking them slowly, and an idea seems to come to Hook as he wraps an arm around Orange and draws him in, kissing him. They're pressed flush together, the soft motions of the water guiding them as he thrusts in, Orange gasping into Hook's mouth.

It's slow, it's gentle, Hook lets the water move him where it wants him, and Orange clings to him as he eases in little by little, their bodies gliding together slowly, teasingly. "Hook," he groans. "Hook-"

"I've got you," Hook sighs, nuzzling into him as he thrusts again, presses deeper, the water echoing the motion. It's languid, it's intimate, it's overwhelming, Orange opening his eyes and staring into Hook's as he slowly bottoms out. "God, you feel good," Hook mumbles, pressing another kiss to Orange's lips, feeling how hard he's trembling. "You ok?"

"Yeah, just-" Orange groans, shifting, wrapping his legs around Hook, giving him more room to move as he takes on more of Orange's weight in the water. "This good?"

Hook's eyes darken with need and hunger as he stares up at him. "Yeah," he mutters, his hand splayed flat against Orange's back, protecting him as much as he can from the cold, hard porcelain. "Fuck. It's perfect." For once, Hook is in no hurry, just content to make shallow little thrusts, lulled by the water, while Orange groans into his skin, breathing shakily with each slow roll of Hook's hips. "I could stay here like this forever," he mutters, feeling Orange's heels dig into his hips. His head spins as he thinks about how good it feels- how Orange takes him so well-

"Please," Orange mumbles, wrapping an arm around Hook's neck and holding on desperately. "Please- I want that too-"

"Fuck," Hook mumbles, pressing his hand under Orange's jaw and lifting his face up for another kiss, taking his time with it, exploring Orange's mouth with his tongue. Their bodies are still flush against each other, Hook making teasing little thrusts with Orange held in his arms, sweat and steam mingling on their skin. It's not enough to get either of them off, but enough to leave them right on the brink, gasping into each other's mouths and clinging desperately. "Ah," Hook groans, the kisses growing hungrier and more desperate as arousal grows, the slow, steady motion of the water guiding his body becoming harder to go along with, Hook feeling the need to move, to feel, to make Orange react even more- louder- than he has already. "I can't, I gotta-"

"Please," Orange begs, panting into Hook's mouth. "Please-"

Hook stares at him, eyes nearly black with lust, before shifting forward, thrusting harder, Orange gasping while he digs his fingers into Hook's hair, trying to find purchase when Hook finally presses him against the cool porcelain, desperate movements gaining in speed and momentum. Orange hits his limit first, his moans echoing around the room as he clenches around Hook, orgasming so hard that his vision whites out entirely. Hook follows moments after, whimpering shallowly into Orange's throat as he shudders through it.

The water roils around them as they slump together, breathing heavily. "Fuck," Hook mumbles. "I love you."

"Love you too," Orange pants, sprawled limply between Hook and the side of the tub. "Think you melted my, uh... everything..."

Hook chuckles, nuzzling into him. "You're welcome."

Orange snorts, resting his forehead against Hook's shoulder, catching his breath while Hook rubs his back soothingly, the two of them slowly untangling from each other as Hook drains the tub and refills it with fresh, hot water, settling in to soak for a little while longer while idly stroking Orange's thigh, enjoying the intimacy, the lingering pleasure at each touch.

-x

Hook is dozing, lazy in the sun, when Orange touches him. He immediately wakes up and tips his head down to watch as thin, teasing fingers trail up his sternum. "What're you doing?" he mumbles sleepily.

Orange smirks at him, dipping in to kiss between his pecs. "You know what I'm doing," he says, fingers trailing down Hook's stomach. Hook frowns and breathes deeply, gasping as Orange's teasing touch wanders over his thigh. In an attempt to distract him, Orange kisses up Hook's throat to his jaw, nibbling gently as Hook groans and squirms under him. "Easy," he says.

"Orange," Hook shivers, dropping his head back and watching through hooded eyes as Orange's hand disappears into his shorts. "Uh, ah. Fuck," he breathes out, hips twitching as Orange strokes him to full hardness with a confidence that makes Hook flush. "Orange..." He reaches out for him and Orange immediately meets him half way, lacing their fingers together and lifting his hand, pressing a kiss to Hook's palm. Hook moans and twists, pressing his face into the side of the chair, toes curling against Orange's thighs. "I... I'm..."

Orange's lips twitch as he presses kisses along Hook's palm, down his wrist, and he watches, feeling as climax ripples through Hook's tense body, leaving him gasping and arched up in a way that traps Orange's gaze on his body, awed that this is his life right now. Hook moans, low and drawn out, as his body relaxes and sinks back into the chair, trembling still with the force of his orgasm. "Damn," Orange murmurs, easing his hand out of Hook's shorts and licking at his fingers while Hook squints at him, still breathing heavily.

"Dammit," Hook breathes, sounding wrecked already, but it doesn't stop him from pulling Orange down on top of him, surprising Orange.

"Whoa," he gasps, trying to brace himself so he doesn't hurt Hook, but Hook's already in control of his momentum and he flips their positions, hovering over Orange's body, hands resting on his chest.

"Waking me up like that, did you really think I wasn't going to do something about it?" Hook mumbles, hooking his fingers in his shorts and pulling them off. He wrinkles his nose before tossing them aside, Orange watching for a split second as they hit the ground with a heavy noise, quickly turning his attention back onto Hook as he stares down at him, eyes dark and fixed.

"Wha-" His words die half-formed, he thinks his brain dies as Hook pulls his pants off and tosses them aside with as little care as he had to his own, staring down at Orange with a soft pout before shifting his hips, lips parting as he sinks down in one steady, quick movement, his hair falling into his eyes as he takes all of Orange. "Ah shit," Orange moans, squeezing the hand that he still has ahold of, panting as Hook begins to roll his hips, slow, drawing it out, trembling as he feels every inch of Orange shift inside of him, lighting up all of his nerve endings at once and waking him up the rest of the way. "Hook-"

Hook fumbles around, finds his other hand, pins both over Orange's head and stretches his body out, kissing and sucking along his chest, his collarbone as he moves, moaning shallowly against Orange's skin, clearly still sensitive from his own orgasm just a few minutes earlier. When their lips finally meet in a hungry, open kiss, Orange keens and digs his knees into Hook's hips as he licks up into him, feeling as his movements stutter, grow faster, more desperate. "Ah god," Hook whines into Orange's mouth. "Fuck- fuck-"

Orange suddenly plants his feet and thrusts up into him as Hook rolls his hips down, eyes widening as Hook throws his head back and cries out, body glistening in the sun, muscles flexing. "Holy shit," he mumbles, unable to look away as he meets Hook thrust for thrust, the two of them rushing towards-

Everything whites out suddenly, Orange's body feeling like he'd touched a live wire, Hook clenching around him only enhancing the sensations coursing through him. It feels like an instant, it feels like a lifetime, until Orange slowly blinks his eyes open and finds Hook collapsed on top of him, breathing shallowly against his chest. Orange exhales shakily and forces his arms up, wrapping them around Hook's back, holding him as he slowly looks up, a dazed look on his face. "Wow," Orange says with a soft laugh as Hook sighs and leans in, kissing him. "Guess I should wake you up like that more often."

Hook rolls his eyes, parting his lips and kissing him more pointedly, ridding them both of the need for further talk for awhile.

-x

After they make their way back inside, they settle on the couch with popcorn and some diet Cokes, preparing to watch a couple of movies to end the night. Hook hums, putting in the first movie and turning to find Orange sitting on the couch, watching him with a small smile. "What?" he asks, almost feeling bashful under the intensity of his stare.

Orange shrugs, leaning back against the cushions. "Just enjoying the view," he says, smile growing as he sips at his soda.

Hook rolls his eyes. "Starting to think this vacation has brought out the pervy side of you," he says, cuddling up close to Orange.

"You complaining?"

"Eh, not really," Hook mumbles, resting his head on Orange's shoulder, feeling Orange chuckle under him. They watch the movie, Orange more interested in it than Hook is. "Aren't there any Doritos in this house?" he mumbles, picking at the popcorn.

"I think you ate them already," Orange says, lightly pinching him.

Hook grumbles and swats at him. "Lack of planning, not my fault," he says, squinting at the TV.

"My apologies," Orange says dryly.

Hook smirks and shrugs, nuzzling deeper into Orange's side. The movie drags on, shadows cast over the room shifting, growing deeper as the hour gets later. They both feel lazy, warm, content, and it causes them to shift, settle down deeper into the cushions. After a bit, Hook stretches out and rests his feet over the coffee table in front of them, sighing and glancing over at Orange as he quirks an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"You comfortable?"

"Yep. You should get more comfortable too," Hook shrugs, lips twitching up as Orange stares pointedly at the TV for a few more minutes before giving in, lulled by the darkening sky just visible out the window and how comfortable he feels, stretching out with his head resting on Hook's thigh and sighing as Hook rests his hand on Orange's side, slowly stroking where his shirt has risen up while Orange shifted around.

"Happy now?" Orange murmurs, staring at the fight scene building on the screen.

"Yep," Hook says. He's still not very interested in the movie, restless and a little distracted with Orange sprawled out, warm and solid against his leg. He hums and carefully feels around between the cushions until he finds what he's looking for.

Orange tenses at the familiar sound of a cap opening. "Hook," he says warningly.

"Hmm?" Hook asks, fingers returning to stroke Orange's skin. "Problem?"

"Ye-" Orange gasps as Hook brushes his hand down Orange's back, slick and teasing, feeling how his body twitches under his touch. "Hook."

Hook shrugs with one shoulder. "It's fine, you keep watching the movie, I'll amuse myself," he says, slipping his hand into the back of Orange's pants.

"That doesn't seem fair at all," Orange says, struggling to keep his attention on the movie as Hook traces against him gently, his fingers moving carefully as they sink inside with little resistance, the lube and earlier activities easing the way. Orange shifts, breathing heavily. "Hook..."

Hook hums, whispers, "Here." He rests his hand against Orange's leg, adjusting how it's laying against the couch. Orange senses where this is going, allowing Hook to move him however he wants while curling an arm around the edge of the nearest cushion, needing some way to ground himself as Hook takes advantage of this new position to stroke deeper, slower, awakening each and every one of Orange's nerve endings as he goes.

"Shit," Orange breathes out, pressing the side of his face into Hook's thigh. He stares at the TV but barely registers anything happening on the screen as Hook continues to stroke deeper, searching for the right angle to make him fall apart. "Oh." He gasps, biting his lip when Hook adjusts and slips in a little deeper, and finds it, lighting Orange up from the inside, his legs trembling as Hook continues to massage that spot over and over again with focus and determination. "Oh god. Oh-"

Hook's soft chuckles are barely audible over the rushing in his ears, Orange gasping and panting as he plants his feet against the opposite arm rest and digs in, orgasm tearing through him so suddenly that it surprises both of them. Hook gentles his touch, fingers continuing to sooth deep inside of him until he twitches and groans, overstimulated. "Easy," Hook murmurs, careful as he eases out of him and leans back against the couch, watching as Orange catches his breath, staring dazedly at the TV. "You good?"

"Uh huh," Orange breathes. "Really good." He nuzzles into Hook's thigh and exhales. "I'm... hm. I don't think I can move."

"That's fine," Hook says softly. "Just rest."

"But you..." Orange murmurs, eyes fluttering shut.

Hook shakes his head, brushing the fingers of his clean hand through Orange's hair. "Don't worry, I can wait. That was just for you."

Orange sighs and curls his fingers around Hook's knee, already dozing off.

Hook smiles down at him before glancing up at the TV. He grimaces and glances around, his face falling when he realizes the remote is out of his reach and he can't move far enough to grab it without risking waking Orange up. "Dammit," he sighs, resigning himself to having to watch the rest of this horribly boring movie.

-x

Hook spends his time wandering the house whenever Orange is asleep, taking in everything he missed during the 4th of July. During one of these times, he finds a window seat in one of the guest rooms and he makes a curious noise, settling down in it to look out over the distance. It really is beautiful here, and gives him another reason to hate Jericho for keeping him from experiencing this when he originally wanted to. He's resting his forehead against the glass, watching the wind softly shifting the trees around, leaves about to change color and drop over the ground as fall creeps up over New York and the temperatures slowly cool.

He's not sure how much time has passed when he hears the door creak open and Orange peers in. "Hey," he says softly, taking in how the setting sun reflects off of Hook's hair and face. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he says, not bothering to uncurl from where he's tucked in. "Just... taking in things I missed out on before, I guess."

"It is beautiful," Orange says, but Hook still has his eyes trained out the window. For all he knows, Orange isn't talking about the view outside. He does that sometimes just to make Hook blush.

Hook shifts, tucks his knees in closer, makes room for Orange, who sinks down across from him, leaning against the edge of the window seat and peering out too. He tilts his head so he can both see the view and Orange out of the corner of his eye, watching as a small smile crosses Orange's face. He makes a curious noise and Orange exhales.

"Uh, well, I... I have something," he says quietly, picking at his pockets.

Turning his full attention onto Orange, Hook hums. "What?"

Orange pulls something out from the folds of his jacket and Hook blinks at the simple black box, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Close your eyes," he says. "I wanna surprise you."

Hook frowns at him but shrugs. "Alright," he says amiably enough, settling back more comfortably in the cushions surrounding the window and closing his eyes. He exhales softly when Orange reaches out and rests his hand on Hook's ankle, guiding it up over his knee. "Orange," he mumbles when the warmth of Orange's hand rests on his inner thigh.

"You're ok," Orange murmurs, Hook shifting a little when he hears a familiar click, a soft slick sound following it. "Lift your hips a little."

"Can people see us from here, do you think?" Hook murmurs, even as he obliges.

"No," Orange says. "The window is higher enough than the seat itself, they won't see anything."

Hook squints an eye open to stare at him, but Orange pauses in what he's doing to stare back. "If I get a call from my dad about pictures hitting the internet or some shit-"

"I promise you that won't happen," Orange says, shuddering at the mere prospect of it. Hook continues to stare at him, unimpressed. "I swear. On my diet coke stash back at home."

Hook huffs, slumping down a little bit, slipping his foot in between Orange's hip and the wall. "Alright," he mumbles, bridging up again as Orange continues focusing on whatever he's doing just out of sight. "Well, what do you want to do then?"

Orange smirks, his hands ending back on Hook's thighs, warm and gentle as he strokes against his skin, teasing at the edge of his shorts as Hook breathes deeply. Air brushing against Hook's flesh makes him twitch and gasp, Hook staring back at him once more as Orange tosses his pants aside and smirks up at Hook. "You ready?"

"Stop teasi-" Hook's voice dies suddenly as Orange's hand creeps up his thigh again, Hook exhaling shakily and closing his eyes as Orange works a finger in, Hook rocking forward and clenching around him. Orange hums and drips some more lube over his fingers before easing out. Hook gasps and stares at him, affronted at the tease. "Hey-"

Orange stretches out over him, kissing him, trying to distract him as his hand moves back between Hook's legs, but instead of feeling the warmth of his fingers again, something cold and slick rubs against him, eases in, then out, Orange teasing him as he works it in little by little, the stretch eased by yesterday and the generous amount of lube Orange's stroked into him. "Oh shit," Hook gasps, his hips stuttering at the sudden sensation. "Orange-"

Orange hums, still kissing him hungrily as he continues to thrust the toy in and out, Hook's fingers digging into his forearm as the tension builds. "There we go," he mumbles, feeling Hook gasp and whimper into his mouth. "Hey, Hook?"

"Wha- what?" Hook exhales, trembling.

"One last thing," Orange says, gripping Hook's jaw and staring deep into his eyes. Before Hook can ask, Orange's hand shifts, there's a click and-

"OH shit," Hook chokes out, his body tensing up as slow, teasing vibrations steadily build up as Orange draws the toy out, then thrusts it back in, the sensation guiding it in even deeper than it had been, settling somewhere so deep that he can barely tell where the vibrations end and he begins. "Orange- what the fuck-"

Orange hums. Kisses him again. "Do you like it?" he asks softly, resting his free hand on Hook's stomach and feeling how Hook's muscles quiver in response.

Hook gasps and grits his teeth, flushing heatedly under Orange's heavy gaze. "Yeah," he groans. "Fuck. Yeah."

Orange nods, kissing Hook again. He gives Hook a few more moments to adjust, swallowing his soft groans, before sitting back. Hook's toes are flexing against Orange's left side, his other foot hanging loosely over the edge of the window seat on Orange's right. Orange hums and grips Hook's ankle, easing his leg up and resting it against his shoulder, Hook groaning and squirming, the vibrator shifting deeper inside of him as he's opened up a little more with this new position.

"Ahh-" he whines as it wakes up more of his body, Hook thudding his head back against the wall as he struggles just to breathe. "Oh hell, oh fuck," he keens.

Orange watches, overwhelmed by how Hook looks right now, his chest rising and falling with each strained breath, Orange returning his hand to Hook's tense ab muscles as the vibrator hums lowly between his legs. Orange turns to look at Hook's ankle resting on his shoulder and turns towards it, pressing kisses along his foot, each brush of his lips steadying Hook as he blinks his eyes open and peers at Orange, still breathing shakily.

Hook is only starting to relax back into Orange's soft kisses against his foot and up his leg when another click bites through the haze slowly easing from Hook's brain and his eyes widen, locked on Orange's face, the vibrations abruptly picking up in speed and intensity, Hook arching up and gasping hard as he stares at the ceiling.
"Ahh- oh fuck- oh-" he cries out, scrambling for some sort of purchase in the cushions scattered around them, hips straining against the onslaught of the stronger vibrations overwhelming Hook's senses.

Orange groans, unable to look away from Hook's body's reaction to this new level of stimulation. "God, Hook," he murmurs, enamored by how Hook's abs keep twitching under his hand.

"I, I- I'm gonna-" Hook chokes, digging his free foot hard into the wall, rolling up against Orange's hand and chasing his pleasure desperately as the vibrations rattle up his spine. "Orange-" he moans, orgasm slamming through him hard. He whines, fingers gripping Orange's wrist tightly as he strokes Hook's abs through it, body melting back into the cushions once he's done, groaning softly. He keens, each breath a struggle as Orange gently eases the vibrator back out, setting it aside.

"C'mere," Orange hums, wrapping an arm around Hook and drawing him in to breathe shallowly against his throat, running his fingers through Hook's hair gently. "I love you so much," he sighs, brushing kisses over Hook's forehead, down his cheek to his lips. "You're so good."

Hook groans, blinking sluggishly. He's quiet, still, for a couple of minutes, before beginning to laugh sleepily.

"What is it?" Orange murmurs, stroking lazily down his neck.

"We're gonna have to wash all of these cushions."

Orange huffs, laughing too. "Yeah, well, they're not the only thing that's going to need it before we go," he sighs. "Worth it though."

Hook smiles against Orange's neck. "Yeah," he murmurs. "Definitely."

-x

The yard is about as nice as the house itself. Large, with well-maintained grass and flowerpots lining the patio, clusters of late season perennials cheering the area up. There's a grill next to the garage but Orange isn't very interested by it, turning his gaze away and spanning the privacy fence surrounding the yard. "This is nice," he comments.

"Yeah," Hook says, hands lost in his hoodie pocket, rocking lazily back and forth on his feet as he too looks around. Their time here's running out and they both can feel it, so after the last day and a half spent inside, they'd decided to go look around the outside of the house for awhile, enjoy the sunset. "Sooo," he draws out. "Anything you wanna do out here?"

Orange blinks at him, recognizing the glint in his eye, the suggestion in his voice. "This isn't a room," he points out.

Hook smirks. "It's still part of the house," he says, shrugging. "And the fence is pretty tall."

Orange rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Well, yes, it is," he says, giving in. "Alright, what are you thinking?"

Hook's smirk grows as he wanders towards Orange. "Hm," he says, pulling his hands free and revealing a bottle of lube.

"Always prepared," Orange says with a huff of laughter, rolling his eyes fondly at the excitement in Hook's eyes. "What about pictures getting sent to your dad?"

Hook rolls his eyes back, glancing around. "Like I said, I think if the window was tall enough to block us from peeping toms, so is this fence."

"I suppose," Orange muses. "So what are we doing?"

Hook's smirk softens as he sits down, running his hand through the ticklish blades of grass. "Hm." He motions to Orange, who sits down next to him, a curious look on his face. "I guess the real question is can you be quiet enough not to make any neighbors hanging around suspicious?"

Orange makes a face at him. "Can you?" he asks, the two of them staring at each other for a long moment before cracking up, Hook's eyes gleaming in the late afternoon sun as he reaches out and curls his fingers around Orange's, drawing him in closer.

Orange searches his face while Hook brushes his fingers higher up his arm. Hook examines him for a moment before leaning in, kissing him. Hook hums, eyes fluttering as Orange's lips part for him without any encouragement, Hook's fingers curling around his neck as he holds him steady, sighing into Orange's mouth as he explores. "You always taste so good," he mumbles, easing Orange back until he's leaning on his elbows in the grass, straddling him.

"Hook," Orange sighs, hands resting on Hook's hips as he stares down at him.

Hook smirks and shakes some of his hair out of his eyes before easing Orange's shirt up, trailing biting kisses up his abs towards his chest, Orange trembling under these ministrations. Hook nuzzles into his sternum before sitting him up enough to take his shirt off the rest of the way, kissing between his pecs and leaving Orange gasping shallowly as Hook smooths his hands over his ribs, toying with him.

Orange digs his teeth into his bottom lip as Hook continues to touch and tease, his eyes resting on the goosebumps rising on Orange's delicate skin as he mouths lazily at his collarbone. "Hook..."

"So sensitive," Hook teases, hands trailing back down Orange's body to tug at the zipper of his jeans. "You want more or is this too much for you already?"

Orange makes a face at him, then sighs as Hook pops the button on his jeans, easing them and his underwear down his legs in one quick motion. He watches as Hook strokes at the crease of his thigh, his body reacting immediately as he begins to harden. Hook smirks, noticing, but ignores it as he trails kisses down Orange's stomach. He skims over Orange's hip, down his thigh, and Orange gasps silently as Hook nuzzles in and kisses his flushed skin a couple of times before scraping his teeth over the inner part of his thigh, shifting his leg up and to the side.

Orange's eyes widen as Hook seals his lips over the heated skin, sucking lazily as his hand begins stroking Orange's other thigh. "Oh my god," he mumbles, voice strained as he reaches out and runs his hand through Hook's hair, breathing shakily as the ministrations work him up even more. "Hook..."

Hook shifts, finds a new area a little higher up to explore with his lips and tongue, sucking marks into the skin there too, and Orange bites back a curse as his hair tickles at Orange's hip, brushes against his erection. He knows Hook's doing it on purpose when he feels a soft laugh pressed into his skin, and he huffs, tangling his fingers in Hook's hair and tugging just enough to warn him. Hook obliges him, sighing softly as he shifts up and meets Orange's eyes. "Yes?"

He shivers and breathes in deeply. "Please," he says, groaning as Hook hovers over him, a smirk playing on his face. "Hook, please."

"Hm," Hook sighs, leaning back. "Wanna help me then?" he wonders, gripping Orange's hands and guiding them to the edge of his hoodie.

Orange nods and moves, shifting his hands against Hook's warm flesh, guiding the hoodie up his body, over his head. Tossing it to pool along with Orange's own clothes, he sighs and brushes his hands up and down Hook's body, blinking up at him.

"You're not done," Hook tells him with a chuckle, exhaling as Orange's fingers trail over his abs. He eases up on his knees and Orange's fingers twist in the hem of his sweatpants, guiding them down as well. Once they're both naked, Hook stares down at him, a thoughtful look on his face.

"What is it?" Orange murmurs, rubbing his hands up and down Hook's thighs, thinking about returning the favor to him. Before he can get the chance to make his body cooperate, Hook leans in and kisses him.

"Trust me?" he murmurs against Orange's lips .

"Uh. Yeah?" Orange gasps, dazed as Hook leans over, getting ahold of his clothes and drawing them back over. He then grips Orange's shoulders and guides him to sit up. "Hook, what are we doing?"

"Lay on your stomach," he says softly. "Face down."

It sounds ridiculous, considering they're outside, but Orange obliges, still too rocked by the tingling feeling in his thighs, the mush Hook's mouth made of his brain, to think too much about it. Hook nudges at him until he lifts his hips, folding his sweatpants under him so he's not laying completely flat on the ground. The fabric feels soft under him, rubbing against his erection in a way that makes his brain short out even more. Even more overwhelming, it's still warm from Hook's body, and smells like him too, Orange breathing in deeply as the warm August wind drifts over his bare skin. "Hook-"

"Beautiful," he mumbles, immediately shutting Orange up as he rests his hand against one of the marks on Orange's thigh, pressing in just enough to bring arousal rushing through Orange's veins once more, his body melting under Hook's warmth as he stretches out over Orange's back, nuzzling into his hair. "Do you still think you can remain quiet enough to not make the neighbors suspicious?" he whispers into his ear, making Orange shiver.

"Yes," he says into the grass, finding it difficult just to verbalize that one, very simple word while Hook is nuzzling into him, kissing behind his ear in a way that only makes him feel even fuzzier. "Hook, please."

"Ok," he hums. "Guess we'll see."

The lube reappears, somehow, and Orange stares at the bottle after Hook drops it in view of him, blinking at the sun glinting off of the plastic when Hook's fingers ease between his legs, Orange's lips parting as Hook brushes against him, sinks inside of him with one easy press. "Oh," he breathes out, slowly stretching around Hook's fingers, opening so easily under his touch, the pleasure already beginning to build. "Oh..."

"Mm hmm," Hook murmurs, distracting him by peppering kisses over his shoulders, up his neck, nuzzling into his jaw as he moves slowly, two fingers, then three leaving Orange gasping, his hips trembling under Hook's weight. He keeps at it until he finds that spot that leaves Orange gasping into the dirt, his body heating up, skin flushing as he bites back moans, so desperate to be good, to not risk attracting the neighbors' attention. Hook chuckles over him and tilts his face to the side with his free hand, kissing him, swallowing the sounds he makes as Hook more determinedly massages that spot with his fingers, leaving Orange shivering and on the brink under him. "So damn hot," he mumbles, easing his fingers out as Orange whines and writhes in protest of the suddenness of it all.

Orange feels cold, like he's lost something vital, thighs trembling and body shivering as he's shocked back to a vague awareness, blinking unhappily at the abrupt emptiness when he'd just been on the brink of something incredible. He's about to speak, brain struggling to formulate words to describe how he's feeling, when Hook shifts, strokes the back of his leg, a reminder of before, and immediately Orange's body lights back up, Hook thrusting into him in one steady, slick motion, the generous amount of lube he'd used while exploring with his fingers making it all so easy that it just feels like Hook should always be right there, the two of them one. Forever and ever.

Words fail Orange all over again and he lays there, gasping into the grass as Hook hums, forehead pressed between Orange's shoulderblades. "God," he breathes out. "You feel so damn good, Orange."

Orange doesn't realize how desperately he's tugging at the grass, close to pulling it clean out of the dirt, until Hook reaches out and slides his hands down his arms, tapping at Orange's knuckles until he loosens his grip and allows Hook to lace their fingers together, giving Orange something more solid to cling to as Hook thrusts steadily, pressing kisses over Orange's upper back, his neck, his shoulders. It feels... ethereal, it feels like Orange could live forever in this one moment.

Hook groans softly into his ear, breathing roughly. "Damn, Orange- I..." He's hot against Orange's spine, sweat dripping from his hair as he mouths at Orange's jaw. "I'm close..."

Orange's eyes flutter as he grips Hook's hands, that sharp sensation from earlier of being just on the cusp returning to him, hungry, needy. Desperate for it. Pleasure is building with every shift of Hook against him, inside of him. "I... me too," he chokes out, the grass tickling his face as he presses his forehead into the cool ground, rolls his hips back, trying to hold on just a little longer, not wanting to be left cold and empty again. "Hook..."

"I've got you," Hook murmurs, hand gentle against his jaw as he tilts Orange's face so they can kiss again, Orange whimpering as Hook shifts, the angle of his thrusts changing, each deeper, dragging against his prostrate in a way that leaves Orange breathless, unable to even warn Hook as white hot pleasure overwhelms him, his orgasm quickly tearing through him. "Oh shit," Hook breathes out as Orange clenches around him so tightly that Hook's kisses grow sloppy and desperate before he pulls away, unable to keep it all together when his own climax overwhelms him.

Orange sinks fully into the grass, unable to do anything but breathe and cling to Hook's hands as his body drifts, lost in the pleasure of it all. Hook is in a similar state as he gasps shallowly against Orange's back, body trembling through the aftershocks. Neither of them are sure how much time passes before Hook comes back to himself and sluggishly rolls off of Orange, landing flat on his back in the grass and staring up at the orange and purple tinged clouds slowly drifting by overhead.

Orange shudders as wind brushes over his sweaty skin and rolls over, tucking himself in against Hook's side. "Did I..." he starts to ask.

"What?" Hook murmurs, wrapping an arm around him and tracing idle shapes against his back as he continues watching the sky.

"Was I quiet enough?" Orange mumbles. "Do you think the neighbors noticed?"

Hook shifts, peering down at him. Presses a kiss to the top of his head and lingers for a minute, not sure. He can't really remember how loud either of them were, especially towards the end. He doesn't really care, if he's honest. "You were good," he says softly, nuzzling into Orange, pressing more kisses against his forehead. "Very good."

"I'm starting to doubt if you were talking about my noise levels now," Orange says dryly and Hook laughs, gingerly moving to sit up. "Where are you going?"

Hook hums. "Well, I need a shower. And I think you do too, unless you're going to make grass stains a new wrestling fashion statement or something," he says, eyes trailing over Orange. He smirks and holds a hand out. "Wanna join me?"

Orange looks doubtfully up at him. "A shower, huh?"

"Yep," Hook says cheerfully. "A shower."

Certain he knows where this is going, Orange rolls his eyes but places his hand in Hook's anyway, allowing himself to be drawn up to his feet, wincing a little. "Yeah, alright," he says, finally getting a glimpse of his chest and realizing just what Hook means by grass stains. Holy crap. "Let's go."

-x

After a long, hot shower that was mostly for cleaning purposes, they collapse into bed, tucked up in each other's arms, warm and comfortable under a loose sheet. Hook kisses Orange's forehead and rests his head on Orange's chest, listening to his heart beating steadily until he falls into a hard sleep.

It's warm and comfortable when he wakes up to the sun just starting to light up the room and he sighs, settling back down against Orange, drifting off into a half-doze. He feels when Orange moves however much later, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Hey," he murmurs sleepily.

"Hey," Orange says against his lips. "Our last morning here."

"Don't remind me," Hook says, frowning as he runs his hand up and down Orange's side. "I don't want to leave."

"I don't either, but we have to," Orange murmurs, kissing Hook again before rolling over, settling on top of him. He sighs. "We have time for one more thing though..." His hand teases along Hook's bare thigh and Hook gasps.

"Oh yeah?" he says, shaking his head in amusement before he cuts off on a groan, drawn out of him by Orange's lips resting against his throat, sucking lightly at the delicate skin there. "Ugh," he huffs, staring up at Orange. "What're you going to do?"

"Hmm," Orange says thoughtfully, dipping in to kiss him again, taking his time with it before pressing his tongue against Hook's lips, amused when Hook immediately opens to him. He licks into Hook's mouth, distracting him as he traces lazily down his chest, fingers trailing over his ribs to his abs. "I want to worship you."

"Wha-" Hook's eyes open as he sighs, words failing him when Orange leaves him, peppering kisses down the same path his fingers had just taken. He tilts his head to watch as Orange lingers over his pecs, making his breath hitch with each press of his lips and tongue. "Orange..."

"Mm hmm," Orange hums, sucking a lingering kiss to his ribs, feeling him squirm deliciously as he nuzzles into the tattoo inked into his sternum. "So ticklish," he teases, hearing Hook groan as he reaches out and lightly curls his fingers into Orange's hair. "Patience," he murmurs, licking over Hook's abs, savoring the feel and taste of him. "I've got you."

"I know," Hook huffs, trying to stay still as Orange continues to kiss down his stomach, teasing around his belly button, over his hips, his amusement growing the more Hook trembles and gasps with each ticklish, sensitive spot explored. "God..."

"Good?" Orange asks, looking up.

Hook exhales, shaky and slow, watching him as he settles comfortably between his legs. "Yeah," he mumbles. "More than you'll ever know."

Orange smirks. "Nah, I've felt like this before. Just yesterday, actually."

Hook's eyes look even darker as he flushes heatedly, a strangled noise leaving him as Orange ducks his head back down and nuzzles into Hook's thigh, kissing it. "You're a dirty tease," he groans as Orange's hair tickles his sensitive skin, a little revenge for his own actions in the yard. "Oh, god."

"You've never complained before," Orange hums, trailing his lips lower. He glances up at Hook with a small smile. "I know you're used to instant gratification," he teases, watching as Hook's lips part, "but I want to make this time special. Take my time with you. After all, renting this place was to celebrate your success at All In. You defeated three guys at once, and outsmarted them. You deserve this. Please let me?"

Hook moans, getting even more keyed up at the memory of how it had all felt back in England, finally finding some level of justice for everything- "Yeah," he gasps. "Yeah. Ok." He shivers. "Alright." He fists the sheets as Orange smiles into his skin, pressing another kiss against Hook's thigh before sealing his lips there and sucking, sending curious little tingles up Hook's body, making him even harder. "Fuck."

Orange chuckles and soothes the mark he'd left behind with a couple of kisses before moving on, trailing down to Hook's knee. He smooths his fingers over the delicate skin there before looking up at Hook, smirk growing. Hook is watching, eyebrows lifted, when Orange lifts his leg, kissing behind his knee, nuzzling into the skin there.

"Oh shit," Hook mumbles, trembling as Orange grazes there, tickling Hook further. "Orange- I..." He groans, digging his free foot into Orange's hip as Orange continues to tease him. "You're evil."

Orange laughs. "I've gone from being a tease to evil?" he asks, eyes glinting as he looks up at Hook.

"Yes," he huffs, eyes widening when Orange trails kisses down his leg to his ankle. "Fuck, you weren't kidding about w-worshiping me," he mumbles, covering his face with a trembling hand.

"You're getting shy now?" Orange smiles against his ankle bone, kissing the ridge of his foot, tickling it gently with his beard.

"Fuck. Just... never had someone do this," Hook mumbles, peering at him through his fingers. "Only you."

"Well, I guess I'll need to do it more often," Orange muses before trailing back up the way he came, Hook gasping and shivering with each press of Orange's hands and lips against his skin until Orange makes his way back up to the top of the bed, meeting his lips, kissing him breathless once more, over his cheeks, at the edge of his eyes, nuzzling against the scars just visible from where he'd been burnt a couple of months ago. Hook chases him when Orange shifts aside, reaching over to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube sitting there. "Easy," he chuckles, resting a hand on Hook's chest as he pouts up at him, needy.

Hook blinks and settles back against the pillows as Orange clicks the bottle open, pouring a generous amount over his fingers. "Oh," he murmurs, watching as Orange traces shapes against his abs, down lower. "Orange..."

"Mm hmm," Orange hums, resting his hand against Hook's thigh. "Let me take care of you," he says, staring intently into Hook's eyes.

"Yeah," he mumbles, hand fluttering over his mouth. "Yeah, ok. I- I'll try."

Orange kisses him again and Hook groans as Orange touches him, presses in. One finger, then two, Hook's jaw dropping in awe as Orange stretches him, scissoring his fingers apart to make what's to come easier for him. "Feel good?" he asks with a small smile, searching Hook's face.

"Oh god," Hook moans, eyes fluttering as Orange strokes more lube into him, leaving him keening when he slowly eases back out. "Always."

Orange's smile grows as he settles between Hook's legs, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "I wanted to do this sooner," he says with a small laugh. "But you suggested we explore every room in the house and I guess I got a little distracted from my original goal... it was still a lot of fun though."

"Yea- yeah," Hook says, his voice hitching when Orange grips his leg and rests it over his hip, giving him more room to sink into Hook, Orange closing his eyes as he shivers at how slick and perfect Hook feels, accepting him so easily. "Oh fuck."

"You feel so good," Orange mumbles. "So good. Fuck, Hook," he breathes, beginning a slow, steady pace as Hook stares up at him, eyes dark and wide.

"So do you," he gasps. "Orange, holy shit."

Orange hums and finds Hook's hands twisted in the bedding, loosening his grip carefully and lacing their fingers together, holding on as pleasure builds with each move he makes. "Not gonna last much longer," he mumbles.

Hook shakes his head, writhing under Orange, panting as Orange grips his hip and thrusts deeper, harder. "Oh-" he whines at the sudden shift in angle, Orange finding the perfect speed to make him see stars. "Fu- fuck... Orange-"

"Mm-hmm," Orange only just manages to say, his head spinning as Hook gasps and tenses around him, orgasm punching through him so forcefully that Orange can feel it too, the intensity of Hook's pleasure visible on his face, trembling down his body. "Damn," Orange groans, eyes locked on Hook's flushed face, only managing a couple of staggered thrusts before heat builds deep in his core, his hips rolling as he presses deep inside of Hook one last time, his jaw dropping as he loses himself in the overwhelming sensations tensing through his body.

"God," Hook mumbles, sinking back into the pillows as Orange pants through his climax, head lowered against Hook's chest. "I'm really supposed to go back to reality after all of this." He scoffs and brushes his fingers through Orange's hair, blinking up at the ceiling as his body slowly settles, the pleasure drifting into a more gentle warmth suffusing his skin.

"Reality?" Orange mumbles after a few moments. "What's that?"

Hook laughs a little and nuzzles into him. "You back with me?"

"Maybe." He shifts, moving to slump down next to Hook, sinking down into the pillows. "I think I'm sexed out now."

Hook hums. "Oddly enough, I think I am too. For now." He presses a kiss to Orange's forehead and smirks when Orange rolls his eyes at him, too worn out and overwhelmed to react any further than that.

-x

After one last walk through of the house- Orange and Hook sharing a glance as they consider returning at some point in the future-, they drop the keys off as instructed and drive back to their apartment. As nice as the rental house was, a change of pace sorely needed, there's something about being back in the familiarity of their own home. Each room has its memories, an easy comfort about it, because it's theirs from the carpet to the furniture and everything in between.

Hook and Orange stand shoulder to shoulder in the living room and take it all in. "Happy to be home?" Hook murmurs after a few moments.

"Yeah," Orange says. "Are you?"

Hook smiles, dropping his backpack onto the couch. "Yeah. I am. The rental house was great, of course, but..."

Orange nods, understanding. "Yeah, same here," he says, the two of them exchanging another glance, a soft smile.

They'll unpack, and figure out their schedule for the week ahead, deciding what errands need to be done before they have to leave again. They'll check in with Hook's parents and the Conglomeration, and then figure out supper. After a couple of hours of going through the mail and watching some TV, they'll get ready for bed and, for the first time in almost two weeks, they'll sink into their own bed and stare at each other, relieved to be curled up together once more in the warm comfort of their sheets, Orange's touch soft and loving as Hook kisses him, exhaling slowly when he's rid of his clothes and Orange nuzzles into him, the two of them finding that familiar, intimate rhythm that lingers here in this bed, in this apartment, in their life. One that they hope will never change or falter.