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Amos knows better than to ignore scars, or pay special attention to them. They occupy a place in his mind, taking note for later, weighing the vengeance he'll one day inflict. But beyond that? At the moment, they're ephemeral.
And Gideon is needy. Lonely. And Amos is useful again. He knows he's good at what he's offers, and does his best to draw it out into an indulgence. He wants to see Gideon unwrap as much as anything else. The guy needs a second to just be himself, instead of the armor he hides behind. If Amos of all people is allowed to see that...
His mind switches tracks, not allowing him to complete the thought. Amos doesn't question it. He takes Gideon in, massaging the rest of him, still humming around his cock.
And Gideon is needy. Lonely. And Amos is useful again. He knows he's good at what he's offers, and does his best to draw it out into an indulgence. He wants to see Gideon unwrap as much as anything else. The guy needs a second to just be himself, instead of the armor he hides behind. If Amos of all people is allowed to see that...
His mind switches tracks, not allowing him to complete the thought. Amos doesn't question it. He takes Gideon in, massaging the rest of him, still humming around his cock.
Edited (lol.) 2019-11-25 03:56 (UTC)
Gideon has no idea how needy he is until Amos' lips buzz against his shaft and he jerks a breath in like a broken automaton. It doesn't take long before he's gasping, still clenching at Amos' sleeve, hips coming off the bed.
Even if he'd been able to speak, he wouldn't have--sex has always been something of a furtive experience, for good or ill, vocal input rarely required--but when he does come, it's with a moan that gives the barest suggestion of the timbre his voice once had. His legs don't, in fact, shake, but one keeps rubbing at Amos' cock through his jumpsuit right up until he's lost to selfish sensation.
Even if he'd been able to speak, he wouldn't have--sex has always been something of a furtive experience, for good or ill, vocal input rarely required--but when he does come, it's with a moan that gives the barest suggestion of the timbre his voice once had. His legs don't, in fact, shake, but one keeps rubbing at Amos' cock through his jumpsuit right up until he's lost to selfish sensation.
That's good. That's what he wanted. Gideon undone is fucking nice to look at, and there's a cool stillness at knowing Amos was the one to cause it.
Casual as anything, he turns on his side, unzipping his suit so he can jerk himself off after spitting in his palm. His face, he puts in the crook of Gideon's neck, inhaling shamelessly.
Casual as anything, he turns on his side, unzipping his suit so he can jerk himself off after spitting in his palm. His face, he puts in the crook of Gideon's neck, inhaling shamelessly.
Gideon's too shaken by the entire experience to offer to help Amos finish. Teasing him during the act was about the most he was capable of, without a moment or two to recover--and by the time he realizes Amos has taken himself in hand, Amos' breath is moving over his skin, and he's disinclined to interrupt him. The most he does is wrap his arms loosely around him, both palms moving over his hair.
So, yeah, it's nice. It doesn't take Amos long-- he's been waiting this for a while-- and it's a few well-practiced moments of cleanup to keep a cloudy mess from accumulating in low G.
Amos stays there, face pressed into Gideon's neck, breathing deeply. "Fuckin' nice," he murmurs.
Amos stays there, face pressed into Gideon's neck, breathing deeply. "Fuckin' nice," he murmurs.
He makes a soft hmm sort of noise, for want of anything else to add to the conversation. Fortunately, there's little to say--where he might be inclined toward quiet talk with someone else, Amos has never been a chatterer. What he could offer now wouldn't be received with more than a laconic answer.
Instead, in the silence after Amos speaks, Gideon reaches into his jumpsuit, his hand moving over the hard muscles of Amos' side and back. It is to say, yes, this is fucking nice, though I might have chosen a different phrase to describe it.
Instead, in the silence after Amos speaks, Gideon reaches into his jumpsuit, his hand moving over the hard muscles of Amos' side and back. It is to say, yes, this is fucking nice, though I might have chosen a different phrase to describe it.
Amos looks down with mild surprise, almost amused that this is what's caught Gideon's eye. "Shit," he says, a little triedly, "knew you were into that, would'a taken the thing off."
Gideon snorts, then shrugs--considering just how quickly the entire encounter happened, it hardly matters whether Amos disrobed or not. But he can hardly deny the fact that Amos' figure is one he's spent more time thinking about than he'd prefer to admit. Splaying his hand over even a fraction of that broad expanse is a quiet pleasure.
(And he can't remember the last time he touched someone else's bare skin.)
(And he can't remember the last time he touched someone else's bare skin.)
And Amos can tell what Gideon likes, it's pretty fucking obvious. He takes Gideon's hand and lays it on his chest while he nuzzles into Gideon's too-long, too-soft hair.
He'd like to think he's a fairly subtle man on the whole--but there's little to guard against in this moment. Amos knows what he needs to about Gideon Thraxios; the things Gideon doesn't want him to know, he won't learn from lying in silence together on a bunk barely built for one man, let alone two. And to be given this moment, the weight of Amos' bulk beside him, under his fingertips, his nose in Gideon's hair, is a gift he hadn't expected. A silent sigh escapes him as he stares at the ceiling.
I would love to.
And while I am aware of that situation, my reasons are more personal. I have no judgement towards their choices. I just make my own.
And while I am aware of that situation, my reasons are more personal. I have no judgement towards their choices. I just make my own.
or you could tell me and I'll consider not breaking your leg
if it doesn't add heat to the ventilator
what's it run on?
what's it run on?
don't worry
I'll fish your body out before it gets too crusty
You know you could have lead with that right?
the science experiment thing
I'll fish your body out before it gets too crusty
You know you could have lead with that right?
the science experiment thing
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