Day 33, Beckham's Quarters/Infirmary. Sean, Carson, anyone else.

[dr_d_beckham]

David had always been a light sleeper, so when he felt movement against him and a someone murmur something, he woke. For half a second confusion washed over him, then he blinked awake at the warmth and scent, soap and light fresh sweat and Sean, made him remember. Oh. Oh, yeah.

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[dr_d_beckham]

"Mn. I'm thinking so," David replied. "Might as well get it done and over with."

Of course he wanted to get to the bottom of this, and of course he wanted his memories back. But a tiny little selfish part wanted to hang back and not know, because if Sean were right, and was involved with Cris? He didn't get involved with anyone already in a relationship. If he had done so unwittingly, then that would be the end of it.

Unfortunately, he didn't really want to be done with Sean.

He leaned in and brushed a kiss across Sean's mouth. "C'mon. Let's see what they want to do with us."

[dr_s_corrigan]

The brush across his mouth was a reminder, an all too brief flash of what they'd shared earlier. Problem with knowing is that I want more, Sean thought, watching David's lips as he spoke. God, do I. And I doubt we'll have a moment's peace like this, not when apparently I'm remembering. He moved before he could think to, leaning in, reaching up to cup David's face and pull him in. It was no light brushing of a kiss, but a hard one, a touch of desperation lurking around the edges. And David didn't fight it, didn't sit passively but met him, his mouth warm and wet and God, so good, I can't believe we never did this before. Even though he didn't want to, Sean couldn't help the little groan of want that slipped out, couldn't keep silent as David's hand stroked his back, pressing enough to keep him in place. Sean stroked back, fingers sliding behind David's ear, carding in his hair as he cupped David's head

[dr_d_beckham]

David licked over Sean's full lower lip, at the little curl of amusement at the corner of his mouth. "It can be downtime a little longer, if you'd like," David replied softly.

He cupped the back of Sean's neck with one hand, and placed the other flat on Sean's chest. A little push, and Sean went easily back onto the mattress. The sheets rustled beneath them as they shifted, aligning against one another. David slid a knee between Sean's, and yeah, that was better.

Sean pushed a little moan into David's mouth and practically melted beneath him, hands moving over his shoulders and arms, through his hair. David loved it; though he could do a lot on his own, kissing was not one of them, so he planned to enjoy it while he had it.

[dr_s_corrigan]

David fit against him wonderfully, the slight movements against his body sending pleasant reminders of their earlier activities. David's knee moved, rubbing againt Sean's, his mouth warm and friendly against Sean's own. They kissed, slow and lazy, David's movements calm and soothing, his body warm. Sean ran his hands along David's back, enjoying the smooth slide of his skin, the light rasp of hair. Sean raised a knee, letting his leg glide along David's. His hands slid lower, until they cupped David's wonderfully compact ass. David groaned and Sean felt a thrill race through him. He fought his reaction, knowing they couldn't get too sidetracked, knowing if he let himself get fully hard, it would be difficult to stop.

Already going to be that, he thought hazily, David's tongue exploring Sean's mouth, learning the outline of his teeth, darting along his own tongue. David was a hell of a good kisser, Sean reflected, giving and reading and building, slow and steady.

I could get used to this, a traiterous part of Sean thought,

[dr_d_beckham]

It was warm and sweet and languorous lying wrapped around Sean, kissing. No rush, no clutching hands, no desperate drive toward orgasm, just slow and exploratory, learning the taste of one another. This morning had been about unleashed need and desire, but this was gentler, and it flowed through David like warm honey. It would take so little to slip into hunger and roughness and demand, but he was more than content to let it remain like this, soft, giving. He thought that everyone needed such things sometimes, particularly when the world around them was so cold and hostile and strange.

So David didn't push. He got hard--hell, how could he not?--he'd have to be made from stone not to respond to Sean's taste and scent and touch. Desire rose in him, and he wanted to come, but enjoyed almost as much setting it aside, letting it simmer, growing stronger.