Imposition (22 page)

Therse sprang up suddenly and rolled him onto his back, straddling him for a delicious moment then using all his willpower, stood up. Shirt still pushed up, obvious erection tenting his fatigue pants, breathing hard, open mouthed. Gen was in the process of sliding off the sofa, looking up at him, surprised, expectant, and wanton. Therse watched Gen's gaze travel over him and bit his bottom lip.

Five years of sexual tension deserved better resolution than a swift, desperate fuck on a sofa.

He tugged his shirt down and swallowed. “If you really want to do this...” He backed away, keeping Gen's gaze. Gen stood, realizing finally that Therse wanted him to follow.

Therse backed up against the transport and summoned a pod. Gen closed in on him, leaning in to kiss him again when the pod doors opened, flooding the lounge with harsh, bright light. They stepped inside, a little space between them, not taking their eyes off one another. Gen was blushing hard, breathing deep.

"Third, sector twelve,” Therse announced. The sound of his voice in the tense atmosphere seemed to jolt Gen.

The pod sounded a tone to tell them it had understood, but it was so smooth there was no indication of actual movement. It was just him and Gen standing still, staring at one another, each waiting for the other to break.

Gen broke first, moving in on him swiftly and pulling him into a rough kiss, hands grabbing him all over as his own hands tugged frantically in Gen's fatigue shirt. Therse felt himself pinned to the wall of the pod, Gen's erection hard against him. He wanted to do it right then and there, to drop Gen to the floor and ride him. He was almost unbearably turned on, cock sticking to his shorts with pre-come as Gen ground into him.

He opened his eyes and realized they'd arrived already.

"Gen,” he muttered against Gen's mouth, against his wandering and determined tongue.

"Mmn,” Gen replied, hoisting Therse's shirt up again.

"W're here."

"Mnm."

Therse slipped around him, dodging as Gen tried to grab him on the way past. He backed down the corridor, turning to run a little way, heart pounding in his chest, lungs bursting, body shaking, the sound of Gen's footsteps chasing behind him. He felt utterly alive.

The door to his quarters hissed open discretely. Gen was still running towards him down the corridor—the adrenaline flooding his body must have powered him more swiftly than he'd thought. He stepped inside and Gen followed him, doors sliding shut behind them.

Therse looked him up and down; he seemed nervous, but there was no sense of hesitation or uncertainty about him. His expression was resolute as they gazed at one another, and Therse made a silent agreement with himself that if Gen made this final move, if he crossed the final gap between them, there wouldn't be any turning back.

Gen stepped towards him. “You've run out of escape routes."

"What the hell makes you think I was trying to escape?"

He pulled Gen in for a rough kiss, hands roving all over, in hair, smoothing, grabbing as their lips broke for air.

Gen's hand slipped down to Therse's groin, around but not on his erection, touching the tent in his trousers. Then across, feeling him, tongue slipping hot and wet into Therse's mouth as he gasped at the contact. Therse took Gen's hand and positioned it to encourage him underneath, against the firm muscle of his stomach and beneath his underwear. He all but moaned as Gen's hand dipped south, knees going weak as Gen's hand wrapped around him. Gen watched his face as Therse let him explore, clinging to his shirt with one hand.

Gen pushed Therse's fatigues off a little way, meaning only to free his cock but in his haste they fell, collecting around Therse's ankles. Therse looked down at Gen's hand around him, covered in pre-come. Gen couldn't take his eyes off Therse's pretty cock, couldn't look away from his own hand moving over it, pulling Therse's foreskin over and back.

Therse kneaded Gen through his fatigues, bringing him back to reality. The impossible reality where they were about to fuck. Gen's mind was stuttering over what was happening, trying to make sense of it, trying to come to terms with the fact that his repressed desires were being met so readily. There was a heat coursing through him like he'd never experienced in his life. They kissed again as Therse worked his way into Gen's pants, finger sliding expertly against his erection and pushing down behind his balls.

Therse pulled his hand away suddenly and Gen bucked disapprovingly as he left, breaking the kiss to look at his face. But Therse was smiling at him, a nervous smile made of lips that were flush from being pressed against his own, and Gen wanted them back. He watched as Therse stepped free of his fatigues and tugged off his shirt, standing naked and looking at Gen expectantly. Gen pulled his clothes off awkwardly, stumbling in his eagerness to be rid of them, until finally they stood naked together. Therse looked him over and he did the same, languishing over every curve and angle of Therse's fantastic body as though it might disappear any moment. Part of him was still afraid this might be nothing but a drunken dream.

Therse leaned in and kissed him, bringing their bodies together. Placing warm hands on Gen's waist, he pulled him in tighter, hot skin against hot skin. Gen wanted him so very badly.

He adjusted position, and watching Therse's face carefully, slid his cock between Therse's thighs and under his balls, along his groin. Therse sighed, closed his eyes under furrowed brows, tilted his head to the side as Gen thrust slowly back and forth. Gen's lips grazed Therse's neck, gentle at first, turning to teeth-bound kisses that made him gasp.

Therse could tell Gen was starting to lose it. He began to rock with him, over his cock as it thrust between his thighs, pressing tight against Gen, open-mouthed against his lips. This was all real. He'd never dared to hope that it ever could be, but here they were, standing warm and naked against one another in his room, the living fantasy every bit as concrete as the walls and the ceiling and the bed. He was tasting Gen. Feeling him, touching him, breathing in the scent of him. It was all real.

"I want inside you,” Gen whispered, lips moving against Therse's, voice so soft that his words would have been stolen by the gentlest of breezes. The same words Meitou had spoken to him, only from Gen's lips they carried a potency that washed out that memory as though it was a single raindrop in a drenching downpour. Therse swallowed hard, took Gen by the hand, and led him backwards to bed.

Gen was through with holding back. If he was suddenly going to have what he wanted, he was damn determined to make the most of it after thinking about it secretly for years. He grabbed Therse roughly by the hair as they reached the bed, pulling him in for a hot, deep kiss and then pushing him back onto the soft mattress. Therse reached for him, meeting his lips and tongue again as Gen slid between his thighs.

He couldn't believe he was really doing this. Couldn't believe this was really Therse he was naked and heavy against, grinding against, panting against. Therse was almost desperate beneath him, hands roving all over his body, legs locked around him as though he'd try to escape. But then he knew Therse wanted this every bit as badly as he did.

He gasped as Therse reached for his erection with cold, slick fingers, felt the delicious ribbing of pleasure from Therse's hand lubing him up. Then Therse positioned him, watching his face, one hand on Gen's cock and the other clenched in his hair as they gazed at one another. He could feel the press, the yielding of Therse's flesh under his own, and it took every fiber of his restraint not to just push his way in there in one swift move.

"Go slowly,” Therse told him.

"Right,” he said. Gen didn't want to hurt him, after all.

Therse smirked up at him, blushing hard. “It's for your benefit, not mine. Idiot."

Gen claimed his lips again; those full, beautiful, wise-ass lips, if only to shut him the hell up. But as he pushed in, he understood Therse's meaning. Inside of him was hot and moist and so wonderfully, unbearably tight, and if Gen was to last any time at all this would have to be done gradually. He only had the head of his cock in, and already he felt fit to burst.

He bit hard on Therse's neck and he gasped, squeezing just that little bit tighter, fucking
squeezing
around him so much that he could feel Therse's pulse from the inside. “Tight,” he managed.

"Sorry,” Therse muttered, and some of the tension around Gen released a little, allowing him in a little further.

His mind felt full of everything and nothing at the same time, empty of anything but Therse, this moment, that feeling; flooded with suddenly-realized want and need. Therse was being a damn hypocrite, telling him to go slowly with his mouth but urging him impatiently on with his body, hands pulling in his hair, pushing down on his ass as they kissed hard, the actions of Therse's tongue near pushing him to his limit.

He rammed the rest of the way in. Therse's head tilted back as he cried out. That had been a bad idea. A sheer selfish indulgence that Gen regretted immediately.

"Move,” Therse told him, breathing hard. “Please move.” He pulled out, reluctantly, guilt piled in the pit of his stomach for such reckless impatience. When he was out all the way Therse's head snapped back up, face heavy with the most terrifying glare he'd ever seen. “Gen, I swear to god if you don't get back in and fuck me right now I'm going to fucking kill you."

"But you just —” he said, confused.

"That was because it felt
good
."

He felt the color drain from his cheeks and head straight for his cock. “Oh,” he managed.

Therse watched him expectantly as he positioned himself again, and Gen felt hands grip his shoulders as he thrust all the way inside. And then he took a moment. Slower was definitely better, in this case, but really that wasn't what either of them wanted. Slow had been everything up to this point—the teasing, the tension, the lingering looks at Therse he couldn't quite explain to himself. He was fucking done with
slow.

Therse felt so fucking good beneath him, so soft and hot inside it made him hate himself for all those wasted opportunities, all the times he could have just pinned him up against the wall and claimed him. Therse's face was contorted in frustration, brows knit in the middle, mouth open against Gen's kiss. He bit down on Therse's bottom lip, preparing himself for what would inevitably be over far sooner than either of them hoped, but he was tired of holding in how he really felt, what he really wanted.

And he wanted to screw the fucking life out of Therse.

He began with a measured rhythm, making Therse moan as though he was being pounded already. Therse's legs shuddered around him as he broke from the kiss, panting for air, looking up at Gen like he had something to say, then forgot it in all the distraction. They were both sweating already, sweating together, his body moving back and forth over Therse, hands wanting to touch him, to feel him all over but clenched in the bed sheets for purchase.

Gen kissed him again, not wanting to be parted from his lips. He was annoyed at himself, still holding back, unable to give in to his body's demands in case this was the only opportunity he ever got to do this, wanting to string it out and make it last as long as possible.

Therse was losing it beneath him now, starting to rise up to meet him in rhythm with his thrusts, making things infinitely worse because now it meant he had to think about it, had to think about the feeling of that hot, tight space sucking him in, the feeling of Therse spreading around his cock as he pushed inside. Pretty soon there wasn't room in his mind left for anything else.

"Harder,” Therse uttered, clawing pleadingly at his ass and back.

Something snapped inside him and suddenly he was free, throwing off the shackles of restraint as he pounded down into Therse, forcing him to grip tight and cry out, looking up at Gen with an expression that told him he was doing it just right.

Therse was under him, wrapped around him, clamped hot and soft and holy-shit amazing over him as he thrust inside, and he was begging for this feeling never to be over. He was moaning from it himself, his voice twisting with Therse's as they moved in tandem. He leant in to whisper into Therse's ear. “You feel so fucking good,"

Therse spasmed beneath him, head thrown back and noise pouring out of him, taking Gen aback until he realized what was happening; Therse's hot, wet orgasm spilling between them as Gen pushed him through it, finding the edge himself as Therse tightened around him, muscle tensing in waves over him in a way that was obscenely pleasurable.

He pressed his groin to Therse and buried himself as far as he could go, holding Therse as close and tight as was possible, gasping for air as he came though it was like his lungs wouldn't move; every element of his consciousness centered on his cock and the man around it as he melted deep into him.

He shuddered and lay against Therse's hot, rising chest, breathless. Therse's fingers ran tenderly through his sweat-plastered hair, teasing it from his forehead. “Holy shit,” Gen heard him breathe, and laughed. He wanted to lift his head and look at Therse, but right now that felt like an insurmountable effort.

"Was that okay?” he chuckled, stroking Therse's nipple. This was a unique experience in more ways than one. He'd never been in a position where he didn't want to leave immediately after sex before. But right now he was quite happy to lie against Therse, over his hard, warm body and between his strong thighs, listening to the rhythm in his chest slow as the sweat dried on their skin.

"Yeah, not bad for your first time.” Therse goaded him. Gen pinched his nipple and made him jolt, made the muscle around him tense and cause him to flinch. He withdrew, reluctantly, but stayed laying between Therse's legs. It was just...more comfortable.

Therse was grinning down at him, spent and tousled and utterly beautiful, and Gen wanted him all over again. “So I guess this changes everything."

Therse kissed him softly. “I guess it does."