Enduring
Title: Enduring
Author: Afiawri
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Word Count: 1,333 words
Thanks: To everyone who participated in my song meme.
For: Zalman23
Neal didn't give Peter a chance to shut the apartment door before launching himself at Peter so hard he nearly fell into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Peter and touched everywhere he could reach. He didn’t think he’d last through work, the car ride, and he knew he wouldn’t last up the stairs, but somehow he did. Waiting any longer was too long. Peter needed to fuck him right there on that bed, hard and long until they'd both come a half dozen times.
Neal judged where Peter's hand would go next, where he should kiss Peter, when to bite his lip. There was no room in his mind for anything beyond the next movement. No room beyond figuring out how he should slide his leg forward between Peter's to knock him off balance and pull him towards the bed.
Hands yanked on Neal's hair; resistance. After he grabbed Peter's shirt, he realized Peter was going willingly, was equally desperate, was just grabbing a hold of something as they stumbled.
His hands flashed to the front of Peter’s pants. His fingers remembered the quick, easy motions that opened flies faster than they could rip them open, but he still wasn't quick enough to finish before Peter pushed him down on the bed; he scraped the inside of Peter’s zipper on the way down.
Peter stood there a moment, fly open and somehow ridiculously sexy and a little ridiculous and then his weight was on Neal and his lips on Neal's lips and his breath in Neal's mouth.
Neal wrapped his arms around Peter's neck to keep that mouth there so he could kiss him forgiveness for the tiny pain in his finger Peter didn't even know he caused. Neal held him to keep him there even though his weight fell awkward against Neal’s hip, because his body pressed deliciously everywhere else and he could feel Peter's cock trapped against him laying like this, could arch his back until every inch of his chest pressed to Peter's.
Neal only let go when Peter's eyes slid to the side table towards the lube. He whispered, "I got myself ready during lunch. Little lube and you can just slide in."
Peter stared, awe on his face. Not admiration, not what Neal was always striving for, but pleasant surprise and a little love. Neal kissed that expression, memorized what it felt like with his lips and hands and, whenever he needed a half gasp of breath, eyes. That smile didn't crinkle Peter's eyes, but it softened them; it didn’t turn up his mouth except at the farthest corners, but that was what made it look effortless and genuine.
Peter propping himself up only enough to unbutton Neal’s shirt was a struggle, clumsy and cute. He laughed into Neal's mouth, surprised again when Neal’s arms worked around his almost as effortlessly. He was always surprised by little things like that. And Neal needed him that much more fiercely, needed Peter in him, need to build up this illusion that Peter loved him until he believed in it, if only for a moment.
Peter freed the last button with a small, "Ha!" of triumph in Neal's mouth. Then he hovered there while Neal finished his shirt. His body nearly vibrated with the energy he fought to contain, but his bent arms held him steady over Neal.
"Get the lube."
Before Neal could finish his command, Peter snatched up the bottle. And then time tripped and slowed to a casual walk when Peter slid only a single finger inside of Neal.
"Fuck, Peter, come on." Neal's mind desperately scrambled for a way to prove to Peter that it wouldn't hurt him if only Peter would go faster, but two more thick fingers pressed in and there was no need to think and no room to do it when those three fingers shoved all thought from his mind, shoved everything from him but Peter and his desire for more of Peter.
Neal wrapped his legs around Peter's hips. "Please. Now. Please." Peter wasn't a small man, but Neal wasn't a patient one and even if it hurt a little, it would satisfy more.
Peter growled, twisted his fingers once, twice, and pulled them back. Seconds later, he was in, his cock too wide, too long for Neal's too tight, too dry hole, but Neal tightened his legs around Peter, urging hum farther in, needing more of it. Peter's cock head pushed in past that tight ring of muscle and then it was just the whole rest of Peter's cock, sliding and sliding in and there was no end to it.
Neal watched Peter’s intense focus on where he disappeared into Neal, head hung and eyes glued. Before he could think about it, Neal grabbed his jaw and drew Peter into a desperate, needy kiss. Peter shifted into it, the motion shifting him farther into Neal, and then swallowed his sob.
Neal's legs spasmed around Peter, tightened involuntarily, almost like the way they did when he was lost in pleasure- his signal to Peter he was better than okay. Peter shifted and Neal had a moment where he couldn’t find the word for Wait as Peter sank in until his balls bumped against Neal’s ass.
Neal sobbed, not all right, nowhere near, but he didn't know if he was so much better or so much worse, he just knew he couldn't let Peter stop, needed more, that having Peter’s cock fully in him but perfectly still was worse than the pain.
“Please… move. Fuck me.” Peter hesitated, but he must’ve picked up on the clawing desperation because he pulled back slowly, like always- and then fucked him, hard as he would if Neal’s hole was loose and soaked in lube.
It hurt. A lot. Every thrust felt drier, rubbed him worse than the last and every time he thought the next one would be too much, the next one he would tell Peter to stop. But he he didn’t because he still needed this more than he needed the pain to stop.
Every time Peter hesitated or shifted even the tiniest bit, Neal clutched his arm or pulled him down for a kiss or whispered, "Don't stop," in a choked voice broken up by gasps.
And then the tears slipped free, running hot down his face and clogging his throat.
"Sorry!" Peter's hands slid down the bed and he made to pull away, but Neal let loose one of those pent up agonized moans and Peter held perfectly still.
Neal reached out for Peter, asking him closer. Peter stared at him, wavering.
"You're not done yet."
That was all Peter needed. He fucked Neal raw, but he did it slow and kissed the tears away with every thrust. Every thrust was the last one, the one that was too much, the one that would tear Neal up on the inside, but Peter's body rubbed against him, against his cock until Neal came, painfully, with an inaudible gasp.
He clamped down on Peter. So tight around Peter he swore he could feel every ridge and vein, Neal trembled, too drained to scream.
Then his body melted back on the bed.
Peter pulled back enough to lube his cock up better and rocked slowly into him while Neal stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath, lips moving in silent gasps that hitched whenever Peter’s body brushed his over sensitive cock.
He barely noticed Peter coming. And then Peter collapsed on his chest.
"Oof!"
"S'rry."
"It's fine." Peter's weight without his feet on the floor nearly pulled them both to the floor. Peter shifted to the side and laid down without noticing he'd elbowed Neal in the gut and winded him.
Neal opened and closed his mouth uselessly until his body figured out the trick of breathing again. He looked at Peter who was already asleep and whispered something he couldn't tell him when Peter was awake: "I love you."
Also posted at: http://afiawri.dreamwidth.org/18507.html
Author: Afiawri
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Word Count: 1,333 words
Thanks: To everyone who participated in my song meme.
For: Zalman23
Neal didn't give Peter a chance to shut the apartment door before launching himself at Peter so hard he nearly fell into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Peter and touched everywhere he could reach. He didn’t think he’d last through work, the car ride, and he knew he wouldn’t last up the stairs, but somehow he did. Waiting any longer was too long. Peter needed to fuck him right there on that bed, hard and long until they'd both come a half dozen times.
Neal judged where Peter's hand would go next, where he should kiss Peter, when to bite his lip. There was no room in his mind for anything beyond the next movement. No room beyond figuring out how he should slide his leg forward between Peter's to knock him off balance and pull him towards the bed.
Hands yanked on Neal's hair; resistance. After he grabbed Peter's shirt, he realized Peter was going willingly, was equally desperate, was just grabbing a hold of something as they stumbled.
His hands flashed to the front of Peter’s pants. His fingers remembered the quick, easy motions that opened flies faster than they could rip them open, but he still wasn't quick enough to finish before Peter pushed him down on the bed; he scraped the inside of Peter’s zipper on the way down.
Peter stood there a moment, fly open and somehow ridiculously sexy and a little ridiculous and then his weight was on Neal and his lips on Neal's lips and his breath in Neal's mouth.
Neal wrapped his arms around Peter's neck to keep that mouth there so he could kiss him forgiveness for the tiny pain in his finger Peter didn't even know he caused. Neal held him to keep him there even though his weight fell awkward against Neal’s hip, because his body pressed deliciously everywhere else and he could feel Peter's cock trapped against him laying like this, could arch his back until every inch of his chest pressed to Peter's.
Neal only let go when Peter's eyes slid to the side table towards the lube. He whispered, "I got myself ready during lunch. Little lube and you can just slide in."
Peter stared, awe on his face. Not admiration, not what Neal was always striving for, but pleasant surprise and a little love. Neal kissed that expression, memorized what it felt like with his lips and hands and, whenever he needed a half gasp of breath, eyes. That smile didn't crinkle Peter's eyes, but it softened them; it didn’t turn up his mouth except at the farthest corners, but that was what made it look effortless and genuine.
Peter propping himself up only enough to unbutton Neal’s shirt was a struggle, clumsy and cute. He laughed into Neal's mouth, surprised again when Neal’s arms worked around his almost as effortlessly. He was always surprised by little things like that. And Neal needed him that much more fiercely, needed Peter in him, need to build up this illusion that Peter loved him until he believed in it, if only for a moment.
Peter freed the last button with a small, "Ha!" of triumph in Neal's mouth. Then he hovered there while Neal finished his shirt. His body nearly vibrated with the energy he fought to contain, but his bent arms held him steady over Neal.
"Get the lube."
Before Neal could finish his command, Peter snatched up the bottle. And then time tripped and slowed to a casual walk when Peter slid only a single finger inside of Neal.
"Fuck, Peter, come on." Neal's mind desperately scrambled for a way to prove to Peter that it wouldn't hurt him if only Peter would go faster, but two more thick fingers pressed in and there was no need to think and no room to do it when those three fingers shoved all thought from his mind, shoved everything from him but Peter and his desire for more of Peter.
Neal wrapped his legs around Peter's hips. "Please. Now. Please." Peter wasn't a small man, but Neal wasn't a patient one and even if it hurt a little, it would satisfy more.
Peter growled, twisted his fingers once, twice, and pulled them back. Seconds later, he was in, his cock too wide, too long for Neal's too tight, too dry hole, but Neal tightened his legs around Peter, urging hum farther in, needing more of it. Peter's cock head pushed in past that tight ring of muscle and then it was just the whole rest of Peter's cock, sliding and sliding in and there was no end to it.
Neal watched Peter’s intense focus on where he disappeared into Neal, head hung and eyes glued. Before he could think about it, Neal grabbed his jaw and drew Peter into a desperate, needy kiss. Peter shifted into it, the motion shifting him farther into Neal, and then swallowed his sob.
Neal's legs spasmed around Peter, tightened involuntarily, almost like the way they did when he was lost in pleasure- his signal to Peter he was better than okay. Peter shifted and Neal had a moment where he couldn’t find the word for Wait as Peter sank in until his balls bumped against Neal’s ass.
Neal sobbed, not all right, nowhere near, but he didn't know if he was so much better or so much worse, he just knew he couldn't let Peter stop, needed more, that having Peter’s cock fully in him but perfectly still was worse than the pain.
“Please… move. Fuck me.” Peter hesitated, but he must’ve picked up on the clawing desperation because he pulled back slowly, like always- and then fucked him, hard as he would if Neal’s hole was loose and soaked in lube.
It hurt. A lot. Every thrust felt drier, rubbed him worse than the last and every time he thought the next one would be too much, the next one he would tell Peter to stop. But he he didn’t because he still needed this more than he needed the pain to stop.
Every time Peter hesitated or shifted even the tiniest bit, Neal clutched his arm or pulled him down for a kiss or whispered, "Don't stop," in a choked voice broken up by gasps.
And then the tears slipped free, running hot down his face and clogging his throat.
"Sorry!" Peter's hands slid down the bed and he made to pull away, but Neal let loose one of those pent up agonized moans and Peter held perfectly still.
Neal reached out for Peter, asking him closer. Peter stared at him, wavering.
"You're not done yet."
That was all Peter needed. He fucked Neal raw, but he did it slow and kissed the tears away with every thrust. Every thrust was the last one, the one that was too much, the one that would tear Neal up on the inside, but Peter's body rubbed against him, against his cock until Neal came, painfully, with an inaudible gasp.
He clamped down on Peter. So tight around Peter he swore he could feel every ridge and vein, Neal trembled, too drained to scream.
Then his body melted back on the bed.
Peter pulled back enough to lube his cock up better and rocked slowly into him while Neal stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath, lips moving in silent gasps that hitched whenever Peter’s body brushed his over sensitive cock.
He barely noticed Peter coming. And then Peter collapsed on his chest.
"Oof!"
"S'rry."
"It's fine." Peter's weight without his feet on the floor nearly pulled them both to the floor. Peter shifted to the side and laid down without noticing he'd elbowed Neal in the gut and winded him.
Neal opened and closed his mouth uselessly until his body figured out the trick of breathing again. He looked at Peter who was already asleep and whispered something he couldn't tell him when Peter was awake: "I love you."
Also posted at: http://afiawri.dreamwidth.org/18507.html