Stay Awake, Go To Sleep
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Stay Awake, Go To Sleep
Pairing: Genma/Raidou
Rating: Hard R?
Wordcount: 1300+
Warnings: comfort, WAFF, male/male, men kissing, handjob. 1st-person POV. See my profile for timeline order, though you can definitely read these on their own.
Summary: Raidou comes home from a mission cold, tired, sore and smelly. Genma's just glad he made it home.
My back hurt, my head hurt, my knees hurt, my everything hurt. I trudged into the apartment, nodded wearily to Genma, who was sprawled against the couch, and went straight to my bedroom. I hated missions so far north, especially in the middle of the winter - I felt like I hadn't been warm for a week. I just wanted to pile all my blankets on the bed, climb under the covers and sleep for two or three days.
I kicked my shoes off and sat on the edge of the bed. I started undressing, but the pounding in my temples made even taking off my flak jacket more trouble than it was worth, so I just crawled in bed and pulled the blanket up over my head. I took a deep breath, and right away I knew that was a bad idea - I stank to high heavens, especially trapped under the blankets like I was. I pulled the covers down and threw my arm over my eyes.
"Everything still attached?" I heard Genma say from the doorway.
"Yeah, just worn out," I said, and I dropped my arm away from my face.
He was leaning lazily against the doorframe in a pair of dark blue pajama pants and nothing else, with his arms crossed over his chest. The languid curve of his shoulders, the half-smile on his lips warmed me - I had seen him standing right there, just like that, so many times over the years. It was comforting.
And then it was a little more, as he reached up to brush his hair out of his face, and the subtle movement of tight muscle in his torso caught my eye.
"And cold," I said. "And I've got a headache." And let him take that as he will, as an invitation or simply tired grumbling. I didn't have the energy to do much, but his company would be nice.
He padded over to the bed, his square, sturdy feet nearly silent on the wooden floor. The mattress dipped when he sat beside me.
"I might be able to do something about that," he offered, grinning down at me. He took the senbon out of his mouth and dropped it on the bedside table. I gave him a tired smile and scooted over to give him room.
"I'm really worn out, though, I'm not kidding," I said. "I don't know if I can stay awake much longer. But get in if you want to."
I held the blankets up and he slipped his legs under them. He rested his head on my shoulder and draped an arm over my stomach, and the heat coming off of his body felt like it was melting my right side.
"Mmm, you're warm," I mumbled, and I rolled onto my side, pulled him closer. I pressed my face against his neck, breathed in his warm, familiar smell. "And you smell good."
He bit off a laugh. "You're cold and you stink," he joked, but I knew he was right.
"You don't care," I said, and I smiled against his throat and pressed closer so more of his body was touching me. "All you care about is whether my cock still works."
He laughed out loud at that, and then he twined his fingers in my hair. "Really, Rai, all I care about is that you made it back."
I closed my eyes and stroked his shoulder softly in spite of my leaden arms, my shaking muscles, touched and warm and comfortable and safe for the first time in weeks, and I had no idea what to say back to that. He saved me the trouble, though.
"But your cock still works, right?" he asked, all serious, and I was surprised into a laugh.
"Probably. I haven't tested it lately."
"Hmm," he said, scooting a few inches lower. He tugged my shirt out of the waistband of my pants and slipped his hand underneath it. Rubbing his warm, rough fingers over my stomach, he said, "I should probably check."
"If you want," I said. "But - I really don't think I can do anything. I'm kind of afraid I'll... fall asleep in the middle of it."
His hand moved higher, over my ribs, and his fingers spread out against my chest.
"Doesn't matter, Raidou," he said, stretching calloused fingertips to brush over my nipple. "Stay awake, go to sleep, it's fine."
He brushed light circles over my nipple, and I felt my dick stir for the first time since he got into bed. I groaned when he pinched gently, then rolled my stiffening bud between thumb and forefinger. I slid my hand down his back, glad my hands were warm again, glad to feel the familiar texture of his soft, scarred skin under my palms. As he ran his hand back down my stomach, I slipped my hand over the curve of his ass, stroked his bottom through the thin, worn fabric of his pants.
He shifted, and I felt his hardening length brush against my hip, hot and thick. He nimbly unfastened my pants, and carefully unzipped them. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his, then moaned softly when he drew my swelling cock out of the fabric maze of underwear and trousers.
"Oh, I think it still works," he teased, softly stroking the underside of my cock with the backs of his fingers. I exhaled, long and heavy, and he wrapped his hand around it. I really was surprised that I was able to achieve a full erection; three days without sleep could really mess with you. But full it was, and achingly hard in his hand.
"Mhhh, good," I mumbled. I kissed his cheekbone, his jaw. I groaned quietly at the rising heat in my stomach, spreading through my limbs - I had been freezing for weeks, and now it felt like I was burning up from the inside out. His hand was slow and steady on my swollen flesh, caressing me expertly. I felt his cock bump against my leg again, fully hard now, and another flash of heat spread through me.
"Nnh, Genma," I whispered, and I ran my mouth over his cheek until my lips were brushing his. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my slit, smearing the gathering wetness over my head, and I gasped. "I want to suck you."
He exhaled heavily against my mouth, and said, "I'll hold you to that. Later."
I nodded, just a slight dip of my head, and then I ran my tongue over his bottom lip. On an indrawn breath, he flicked his out to meet mine, and then I tilted my head forward, met him in a deep, slow kiss. His hand sped up on my cock, and I groaned, felt heat coiling and twisting between my hips.
"Genma," I whispered, barely audible against his lips. He moaned softly and pressed his erection against my thigh, shortened his strokes so that his loose fist was pumping me just under my swollen head. "Genma, Genma..."
He kissed me hard, and with his tongue wrapped slick around mine, I cried out softly as my orgasm surged through me. He hummed quietly into my mouth and kept milking me, his touch made slick by my seed. I groaned, exhausted and sated, as his strokes slowed, his hand loosened, and I jerked when it got too sensitive. He released my dick, let it rest against my stomach.
"Later," I said, and I wanted to say more, but a yawn cracked my jaws open. I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled his warm body close, unmindful of the semen now smeared across my stomach. His erection dug into my hip, and I thought I should probably let him go so he could take care of it, but before I could even form the complete thought, I was out like a light.
END
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Rating: Hard R?
Wordcount: 1300+
Warnings: comfort, WAFF, male/male, men kissing, handjob. 1st-person POV. See my profile for timeline order, though you can definitely read these on their own.
Summary: Raidou comes home from a mission cold, tired, sore and smelly. Genma's just glad he made it home.
My back hurt, my head hurt, my knees hurt, my everything hurt. I trudged into the apartment, nodded wearily to Genma, who was sprawled against the couch, and went straight to my bedroom. I hated missions so far north, especially in the middle of the winter - I felt like I hadn't been warm for a week. I just wanted to pile all my blankets on the bed, climb under the covers and sleep for two or three days.
I kicked my shoes off and sat on the edge of the bed. I started undressing, but the pounding in my temples made even taking off my flak jacket more trouble than it was worth, so I just crawled in bed and pulled the blanket up over my head. I took a deep breath, and right away I knew that was a bad idea - I stank to high heavens, especially trapped under the blankets like I was. I pulled the covers down and threw my arm over my eyes.
"Everything still attached?" I heard Genma say from the doorway.
"Yeah, just worn out," I said, and I dropped my arm away from my face.
He was leaning lazily against the doorframe in a pair of dark blue pajama pants and nothing else, with his arms crossed over his chest. The languid curve of his shoulders, the half-smile on his lips warmed me - I had seen him standing right there, just like that, so many times over the years. It was comforting.
And then it was a little more, as he reached up to brush his hair out of his face, and the subtle movement of tight muscle in his torso caught my eye.
"And cold," I said. "And I've got a headache." And let him take that as he will, as an invitation or simply tired grumbling. I didn't have the energy to do much, but his company would be nice.
He padded over to the bed, his square, sturdy feet nearly silent on the wooden floor. The mattress dipped when he sat beside me.
"I might be able to do something about that," he offered, grinning down at me. He took the senbon out of his mouth and dropped it on the bedside table. I gave him a tired smile and scooted over to give him room.
"I'm really worn out, though, I'm not kidding," I said. "I don't know if I can stay awake much longer. But get in if you want to."
I held the blankets up and he slipped his legs under them. He rested his head on my shoulder and draped an arm over my stomach, and the heat coming off of his body felt like it was melting my right side.
"Mmm, you're warm," I mumbled, and I rolled onto my side, pulled him closer. I pressed my face against his neck, breathed in his warm, familiar smell. "And you smell good."
He bit off a laugh. "You're cold and you stink," he joked, but I knew he was right.
"You don't care," I said, and I smiled against his throat and pressed closer so more of his body was touching me. "All you care about is whether my cock still works."
He laughed out loud at that, and then he twined his fingers in my hair. "Really, Rai, all I care about is that you made it back."
I closed my eyes and stroked his shoulder softly in spite of my leaden arms, my shaking muscles, touched and warm and comfortable and safe for the first time in weeks, and I had no idea what to say back to that. He saved me the trouble, though.
"But your cock still works, right?" he asked, all serious, and I was surprised into a laugh.
"Probably. I haven't tested it lately."
"Hmm," he said, scooting a few inches lower. He tugged my shirt out of the waistband of my pants and slipped his hand underneath it. Rubbing his warm, rough fingers over my stomach, he said, "I should probably check."
"If you want," I said. "But - I really don't think I can do anything. I'm kind of afraid I'll... fall asleep in the middle of it."
His hand moved higher, over my ribs, and his fingers spread out against my chest.
"Doesn't matter, Raidou," he said, stretching calloused fingertips to brush over my nipple. "Stay awake, go to sleep, it's fine."
He brushed light circles over my nipple, and I felt my dick stir for the first time since he got into bed. I groaned when he pinched gently, then rolled my stiffening bud between thumb and forefinger. I slid my hand down his back, glad my hands were warm again, glad to feel the familiar texture of his soft, scarred skin under my palms. As he ran his hand back down my stomach, I slipped my hand over the curve of his ass, stroked his bottom through the thin, worn fabric of his pants.
He shifted, and I felt his hardening length brush against my hip, hot and thick. He nimbly unfastened my pants, and carefully unzipped them. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his, then moaned softly when he drew my swelling cock out of the fabric maze of underwear and trousers.
"Oh, I think it still works," he teased, softly stroking the underside of my cock with the backs of his fingers. I exhaled, long and heavy, and he wrapped his hand around it. I really was surprised that I was able to achieve a full erection; three days without sleep could really mess with you. But full it was, and achingly hard in his hand.
"Mhhh, good," I mumbled. I kissed his cheekbone, his jaw. I groaned quietly at the rising heat in my stomach, spreading through my limbs - I had been freezing for weeks, and now it felt like I was burning up from the inside out. His hand was slow and steady on my swollen flesh, caressing me expertly. I felt his cock bump against my leg again, fully hard now, and another flash of heat spread through me.
"Nnh, Genma," I whispered, and I ran my mouth over his cheek until my lips were brushing his. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my slit, smearing the gathering wetness over my head, and I gasped. "I want to suck you."
He exhaled heavily against my mouth, and said, "I'll hold you to that. Later."
I nodded, just a slight dip of my head, and then I ran my tongue over his bottom lip. On an indrawn breath, he flicked his out to meet mine, and then I tilted my head forward, met him in a deep, slow kiss. His hand sped up on my cock, and I groaned, felt heat coiling and twisting between my hips.
"Genma," I whispered, barely audible against his lips. He moaned softly and pressed his erection against my thigh, shortened his strokes so that his loose fist was pumping me just under my swollen head. "Genma, Genma..."
He kissed me hard, and with his tongue wrapped slick around mine, I cried out softly as my orgasm surged through me. He hummed quietly into my mouth and kept milking me, his touch made slick by my seed. I groaned, exhausted and sated, as his strokes slowed, his hand loosened, and I jerked when it got too sensitive. He released my dick, let it rest against my stomach.
"Later," I said, and I wanted to say more, but a yawn cracked my jaws open. I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled his warm body close, unmindful of the semen now smeared across my stomach. His erection dug into my hip, and I thought I should probably let him go so he could take care of it, but before I could even form the complete thought, I was out like a light.
END
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