Rating: NC-17
Original Date of Completion: January 2004
Pairing: Rick Nash/Rusty (Rostislav) Klesla
Disclaimer: I own no one, but I wish I did. This is so fiction, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. That means its fake, and you can't sue me.
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"Shower's free."
Rick glanced up at the sound of the mumbled Czech accent, and instantly he felt himself harden. There before him stood a man who in that moment he could describe only as a God, though at normal times he knew him as Rusty. Emerging from the shower in only a towel, Rusty clutched at the terry cloth as he sauntered over to where Rick lay staring intently at his every movement. Deep down a blush threatened to come over his cheeks, but he fought it back with thoughts of what was to come. Snickering softly, he brought Rick's attention to his face, locking eyes with those of the younger man only long enough for a silent proposition to be spoken. Rick's eyes gleamed with understanding, a tiny mischievous grin spreading across his lips. That was enough to boost Rusty's confidence, and grinning to himself he turned from Rick, to the mirror beside him, letting the towel slip from his waist as he did so.
Only seconds passed from when the towel hit the floor to when Rick's arms slipped around Rusty's waist and his lips found the other man's neck. A soft moan of satisfaction slipped from Rusty's mouth, his hand craning back to tangle in Rick's hair. He tugged gently at the unkempt locks, eliciting a soft growl from Rick, and the tightening of the grip of teeth on his neck. He hissed at first response, but the hiss turned quickly to a moan as Rick ground his hips against him. His body tingling with desire, Rusty squirmed in Rick's arms, trying to turn, but finding his progress halted by two hands held firmly at his hips. He whimpered softly at the impeding hold, his eyes flitting up to the mirror, locking onto Rick's in their reflection. Rick grinned predatorily, nipping softly at Rusty's neck. Rusty moaned softly at the feeling, tilting his head to give better access to Rick's now probing teeth, and snickering softly at that sight, Rick's silence was broken.
"Like that, love?" He asked gruffly, licking slowly along the curve of Rusty's neck.
Rusty whimpered, his fingers clenching tight in Rick's hair. "You. Know. I do," He gasped in reply as Rick's teeth scraped against his skin.
"What else do you like?" Rick whispered this time, gnawing gently on Rusty's earlobe.
Rusty's response was nothing more than a garbled "you", his dialect becoming a mix of Czech and English in his pleasure, but Rick knew him well enough to understand. No words were even needed in reply, just a confirming glance in the mirror. Rick wasted only seconds after that confirmation before, with fumbling hands he reached to the dresser for the tiny bottle of lube. No matter how often it happened, he was still filled with the same excitement every time even the thought of being inside Rusty entered his mind. His hands trembled with anticipation, his cock ached in longing, his pulse raced from the sheer thrill of getting to experience something so mind numbingly incredible. There was no greater experience in his life, no more intense feeling than the feelings he got when sheathed inside Rusty. It was beyond physical, more emotional than anything he would otherwise feel. It was quite simply, as Rick had come to know, the euphoria of complete, total, all-encompassing love. But to Rick, it was called nothing more than heaven.
Shaking fingers were calmed by the time they were thrust slicked into Rusty. He moaned loudly from the sudden feeling, clenching tight around them and pressing back against Rick. Rick kissed and nipped gently at Rusty's neck, letting the other man's soft moans and whimpers dictate the actions of his fingers. Gentle scissoring and rough thrusting was what they called for, and Rick was happy to oblige. It took not long of such ministrations for Rusty to feel prepared, and craning his hand back to tug once more at Rick's hair, he moaned of his readiness. Rick nodded his understanding, pulling his fingers from Rusty and working swiftly, he placed himself at Rusty's entrance.
Through pleasure lidded eyed, Rusty glanced up at Rick's reflection in the mirror, smiling dreamily at the younger man. More words were spoken in silence, 'Love yous' and 'Need yous' spoken with furrowed eyebrows and muted grins. But the only sound to be heard was a soft growl as biting hard at the back of his neck, Rick pressed slowly into Rusty, rocking his hips gently until he reached the hilt. He stilled his motions momentarily, allowing time for adjustment, and trailing a speculative hand along Rusty's torso. Rusty squirmed and shivered against him as fingers danced along ticklish skin, his own hands sliding along Rick's arms. As Rick wrapped a hand around Rusty's pulsing shaft, the fingers of his free hand entwined with those of his lover, and slowly he began his thrusting.
Both men settled easily into rhythm, Rusty clenching and moaning as Rick thrust deep, yet softly into him. Their earlier silence was a thing of the past as the sounds of flesh smacking flesh, pleasured gasps and moans, and laborious grunts filled the air. Rick's hands worked adeptly along Rusty's cock as he thrust, squeezing and stroking the other man with gentle strength. Rusty's clenching tightened with each caress, drawing deep growls and harder thrusts with the vice-like grip. Neither man could withstand much of that pressure, their actions growing to a frenzied pace, bringing orgasm closer with each movement. By the time Rusty slipped over the edge, exploding with a loud gasp and clenching tight around Rick, Rick was right behind him, moaning loudly as he made one final thrust and fell into orgasm.
Rick held still for moments afterward, not wanting to lose the contact until absolutely necessary. Rusty by no means objected, leaning back against him and threading his fingers into Rick's hair. He brushed his fingers through it softly, whimpering quietly as Rick's mouth worked along his neck. He shuddered as Rick's tongue traced along his pulse, tugging gently at Rick's hair to lift his head from where it lay. Once again, their eyes locked in the mirror, and words were again shared. But for these words, in this moment, silence could do no justice; as always they had to be spoken, or whispered as they usually were at such a time.
"I love you,"
"I love you, too."
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© 2004 Triple X
