LOG: Random Porn
And another rp log that I KNOW we aren't going to use because it's ridiculous given the context and we had already been playing for several hours through the night and I was NOT AWAKE.
Warning: potential ooc-ness and double p-ness. *snarks*
The original rp line that this is derived from.
Dan
Daniel just nods. He has no idea if what he's said was taken seriously by the ginger man, but at least they're not trying to kill each other now. He carefully takes Walter hand and leads him over to the bike.
Walter
Walter follows as if through a daze and gets on the bike behind Dan, wrapping his arms around him, his hands clasped over his chest. He bends his head to rest between Dan's shoulder blades and holds onto him tight as they go.
His mind is too fogged over with doubt and anger and fear to really give good consideration to Dan's words. He just wants the peaceful, calm comforts of home, where he can sit at his desk and regard his mask and his purpose, see how he's failed it and let it cloud his judgment further as it always does with his righteous, absolute bias.
Dan
The ride home is slow and quiet. Dan takes small joy in feeling Walter against his back. They pull up and its 10:30pm. Dan feels exhausted by how long they must have been fighting for.
Daniel remains seated on the bike, just feeling the warmth of his lover on his back. He pulls off his helmet, clenches his eyes and rubs his lids under his glasses. Lover. He wont let the word go. They haven't slept together yet but he still says it in his mind. Usually it's 'girlfriend' or 'date' running through his mind. Dan knows it's because of how averted Walter is to sex and the flippancy of it. He thinks of lover in it's true form; to love someone. He feels sick at the thought of having to prove he doesn't want to just get laid and then pretend like it never happened. He's just not like that. Honestly though, Walter doesn't know him.
Dan stops thinking and gets off the bike. He only just realizes Walter probably meant to his apartment and hopes he hasn't just screwed up big time. He simply waits for Walter's response.
Walter
As the bike lurches to a stop and the engine dies, his arms tighten around Dan a bit, holding still to this small piece of sanctuary that he's been granted, where he can hold him close without shame or fear and Dan doesn't have to see how much he needs it.
As Dan removes his helmet, Walter touches his forehead to the back of Dan's neck, his hands coming from around him to rest on his hips for a moment as he gives a defeated sigh. "Daniel..."
His words die off as Dan stands and he realizes where the other man has brought him. His breath catches in his throat for a moment and he hesitates to stand up, but raises to his feet anyway and follows Dan to his doorstep, too drained to argue. Or be pleased. Or to feel anything.
"Daniel," he says again, with more purpose, looking at him this time as Dan unlocks his apartment. "I need to think about things," he tells him finally, a quasi-answer, some 30 minutes later.
He looks over at the plaque with Dan's surname on it, examines it closely instead of looking at his partner. "Aside from... Walter," he says slowly, "I have never felt love for anyone. And felt it in return." The uncertainty makes him feel sick. "Are... Are you certain you want to... Are--Are you sure?"
Dan
Daniel hides a smile, knowing it may come off as him not taking things seriously. "I'm positive."
He unlocks his door and welcomes Walter inside. He leads him to the kitchen and starts making him a coffee. Dan wants to touch the man's shoulders and sooth the mountains of tension from him, but gives him plenty of space.
"Figure it's better for you to deal with this away from the kid anyway." He hands him the coffee and sips his own.
Walter
Walter plops down into the kitchen chair, carding a hand through his bright hair. "Walter doesn't ask questions," he says quietly. "I try not to, but... Worry about him."
He thanks Dan as he takes the cup of coffee, feeling a little bit better as all his emotions have finally drained out of him. He takes some of Dan's sugar cubes and smiles to himself, putting far too many in his coffee.
"Sorry for ruining dinner," he says finally, taking a sip of his coffee.
Dan
"I know he doesn't but he'd know something was up. And you wanted to keep this out of his life."
Dan feels okay to sit down at the table now. "It's okay. I made a bad choice anyway." He curses himself for making it about him unintentionally. "You didn't ruin it. We needed that." Dan reaches his hand out, just leaving it there if Walter wants to touch him.
Walter
"Ehhn. Already in his life too much. Want to make him apply for college but... Was a choice I had to make on my own." He shrugs.
"Er, he and I have discussed whether or not it is acceptable for you to stay over, however." His pale cheeks flush a bit. "Either doesn't bother him, or he's completely clueless."
Walter hesitantly reaches out and takes Dan's hand when it's offered. "Suppose so. Could have been a bit less... Caustic." He chuckles humorlessly, the tip of his calloused thumb stroking the lines of Dan's hand. "I would have arrested myself if I'd stumbled upon us while in costume." He considers that for a moment, wondering if that statement makes any sense or if his mental processes have simply decayed that much. "Could have been less public at any rate."
He licks his lips, looking over at Dan and meeting his eyes. "I think... I'll stay. But... I don't think I want to see you publicly." He frowns a bit. "Not yet, anyway. Is that all right?"
Dan
Daniel nods and strokes Walter hand back. "We're still working out our boundaries. I understand. It's no one's business anyway." Dan feels his heart sink but knows this dance, one step forward, two steps, etc., etc. He understands repression enough to relate to Walter's fear.
Dan looks right at him. "Is it okay... If I kiss you?"
Walter
Walter doesn't verbalize an answer, simply turns in his chair and scoots to the edge to lean over to Dan, ever eager, since that very first kiss, to give him another.
Dan
The heat between their mouths makes Dan moan. He can't help it. Walter it right; he's a terrible, sex driven monster. Whenever they get this close his head fills with desire and urges. It makes him just as bad as the next person. He's no more virtuous than the next hormone filled man and he can't pretend he is when all he can see is their bodies pressed tight, hands around Walter's body.
Dan pulls away and takes a deep breath, hating himself so bad right now.
Walter
Walter falters as the moan escapes the other man, the sound moving through him like a shock wave, all the way down his spine. He cards his fingers into the curls on the back of Dan's neck, his touch so light but purposeful that he's almost certain it'll draw another delicious sound from the other man.
But then Dan pulls away and Walter's one track mind switches back over to the here and now in which he and Dan nearly beat the hell out of each other in an alley way, exchanged sharp painful words, and had almost ended because this is indulgent and self-gratifying.
However, all Walter can think, as he leans back into Dan to give a soft, chaste kiss to him, is that he must have been wrong, had to have been. Because if he had been right, he wouldn't be tugging on Dan's shirt collar to pull him closer and kiss him again.
Dan
Daniel's heart lights up like a firework as Walter accepts him. He leans harder into the kiss and enjoys it wholeheartedly.
Daniel shifts, bumping his knee against Walters. "Sorry." He meets his mouth again instantly and bites at Walter's lips.
Walter
A harsh puff of air escapes him as Dan nips at his mouth, a grunt following shortly after to dismiss Dan's apology, or whatever it was that he said.
Walter breaks away to take a breath. "Yeh-" he starts, his voice suddenly gone. He clears his throat. "Don't have to ask for a kiss, Daniel." He licks his lower lip, savoring the bitter taste of Dan's coffee juxtaposed to the taste of his supersaturated sugar-with-an-additive-of-coffee sludge.
Dan
"Just didn't want to make things worse," he admits.
Dan wants more. Much more. He tries to settle himself down, stroking Walter's fingers.
Walter
He looks down to where Dan holds his hand, his voice quiet, almost as if he doesn't want Dan to hear him as he says, "Like kissing you. Seems to be the only thing we can do without fighting." And he lifts his chin a little bit to let Dan see his shy smile.
Dan
Dan lifts his hand to Walter's face and strokes the lines of his face. He explores the creases and structure of his features then drifts to his hair, fingers curling into the short strands and pulling them so that Walter comes forward into Dan's lips.
He parts his mouth and slides his tongue within the depth of the sugary-yet-bitter taste. Dan frowns with pleasure, needing more of Walter but waiting for a response before deciding anything else.
Walter
Walter closes his eyes as Dan touches his face, trying to enjoy the sensation of being so deliberately touched in ways that nobody ever has, never with such tenderness and delicacy... But his face is severe and scarred from years of acne, stress, and fighting. Yes, Dan says he doesn't want somebody from a magazine but Walter still regrets not being a least a little bit good looking.
He opens him mouth to say so but the apology comes out as a low, gritty groan and hiss as Dan pulls on the short, unruly hair, then transmutes into a low rumble as Dan kisses him again.
As Dan's tongue swipes suggestively across his palate, a chill runs through him and he sucks in a quick gasp and pulls away. He looks at Dan, his mouth agape as he searches his brown eyes, then turns his gaze to Dan's lips once more.
Dan
Dan moves closer, on the edge of his chair now. He runs his digits through the red hair and finds the scars that lie on his partner's skull. He feels confident that he's allowed to bring Walter to him and delve into him, the kiss deeper this time, his tongue filling more of Walter mouth.
Dan's face flushes with heat as waves of pleasure tingle all over his body. His hands start to wander down Walter's body, toying with the seams at the edge of their barriers.
Walter
Walter is a bit more hesitant to return the kiss this time, the tension radiating through his body. The depth of the kiss is positively inebriating and he can hardly think to respond, to reciprocate at first.
A soft, barely audible moan escapes him as he dares to dip between Dan's lips, the pitch of it a fair bit higher than his usual timbre, too much like a whimper. But then... He's in too deep to care.
As Dan's hands begin to wander, Walter gently bites at Dan's lower lip, preoccupying him there as he seizes Dan's hands his with his own. He releases Dan's lip and pants against his mouth, opening his eyes to look at him, all flushed and breathless, his pupils blown.
Dan
Dan's eyes are full of want. Walter is like a drug. He knows he'd kill him if knew he was thinking that. He doesn't know what to say that won't come out sounding terrible and wrong to Walter sensibilities. He settles for straightforward."You make me feel amazing." He nuzzles against Walter urgently.
Walter
Walter squeezes Dan's hands where they lay, pinned like a butterfly by the look in Dan's eyes, unable to look away. Words fail him completely as Dan nuzzles into him. He bites his own lip to stifle another soft groan as Dan's words and the feeling of his hot breath on his apparently hypersensitive neck shoot jolts of arousal through him.
He leans away for a moment and looks down, letting go of Dan's hands as he rises a bit from his chair to nudge it across the kitchen floor with his foot, trying to get closer, as close as he can manage, then sits and reaches for the other, pulling Dan into a rough, possessive kiss.
Dan
Dan wants to completely melt into the feeling, tired of battling it, but fighting all the same for Walter sake. He lets the smaller man take some control, letting him experience the urges and act on them. He lets his hands fall onto Walter legs, rubbing them gently, feeling the texture like prickles on his heated skin. Dan's tongue moves with Walter's, making small sounds of enjoyment at the feeling.
Walter
Perhaps a bit too eager, a bit too hungry, Walter kisses Dan deeply like he's never tasted anything like him before, possessing Dan's mouth with the whole of him. He follows by example of how Dan had kissed him earlier, not at all experienced in even this, then pushes further, following the sounds that Dan makes for guidance.
He's got a fistful in Dan's hair, just as the base of his skull, holding him still and carefully pulling to direct his head, just as Dan had done to him, making his own neck tingle just to think of it.
Dan
Dan lets him learn, lets him find his way, enjoying every second of it. He encourages him where needed and grips his legs tight when he's doing well.
Dan pulls away for air, then kisses him, breaths, kisses. His flesh is flushed red, glasses falling off his face. He swallows and sucks at his bottom lip, needing the taste to stay.
"Walter," he hums his name airily, "More."
Walter
Walter has always been a fast learner, one of the key factors that makes him so deadly on the streets, so adept at picking up on significant body language and vocal cues of perpetrators and bull-shitting students.
When Dan pulls away, he huffs a soft laugh and reaches to fix Dan's glasses. Then he remove them altogether, removing this little barrier between them.
A chill run through him as Dan says his name, his already hot face blushing even hotter. He swallows and looks at Dan intently, before whispering to him breathlessly. "Show me."
Dan
The invitation has Dan's instincts kicking in, drawing on his alter-self to give him courage. He grabs Walter's shirt and kisses him roughly, their stubble scraping as their faces rub together.
The brunette keeps his eyes open some of the time, retaining an important contact between them, and Dan finds it better to see Walter piercing gaze.
He moves his kisses from lips to chin, to jaw, then around to Walter ear. His breath is hot as he nips and sucks at the soft flesh of his partner's lobe and tip of his ear.
Walter
"Hahn," he hushes, turning his head to let Dan do as he pleases.
Yes, that thing Walter had said earlier... In the cafe... About the... About...
"Ehn, Daniel," he whispers when Dan suckles at his earlobe, breathing heavily through parted lips as he tries to tell him something he has already forgotten.
Walter wants to touch Dan, anywhere. Everywhere. But all he can seem to do is cling to Dan's shirt, one hand on back of his neck to draw him closer, to encourage.
Yes, that thing he said... He was definitely wrong.
Dan
Dan grabs Walter around the middle and lifts him right out of his seat, pulling him into his lap.
"You tell me if anything's too much, okay?" His words are rushed and his mouth is back to work on Walter's neck, lapping up the new taste of his partner, groans leaving him. Daniel's hands search around the clothes on Walter body, finding all the warm places and slowly working out the spots that make him react.
Walter
Walter makes a small startled sound as Dan lifts him up and pulls him nearer. He nods quickly, too out of breath to speak, too out of his depth to come up with anything to say anyway.
His knees press into Dan's hips a little bit as Dan works over his neck. He lets Dan handle him, like putty in his hands, simply unable to do anything else but sigh and bite his own lip as he feels Dan's hands shift over him.
He might have complained otherwise about being held in such a way, made so deliberately submissive. But when a nip to the sensitive skin just behind and below his ear makes him cry out louder than he means to (or ever thought he would) and arch flush and hard against Dan, he finds he has no further complaints.
He shifts away just enough to catch Dan's mouth with his teeth, coaxing and devouring the man. He works lower along his jaw, gently lining his throat with shy kisses as he dares to take some initiative. His hands have a mind of their own and they start on a few of the buttons on Dan's shirt, enough to part the folds and slip his hand down the back of his shirt to the meet hot, smooth skin over his spine.
Dan
Dan begins to pant as Walter's mouth moves over his flesh. He clutches the table a bit to hard in an attempt to find some gravity and knocks his best coffee mug over. He watches it roll off and smash but does nothing to stop it, too wrapped up in the bliss. If Walter tries to stop, he is ready to pull him into a deep kiss.
Daniel's mind buzzes with all the things that had happened tonight, the rush of it all giving him a slight headache. It as been two years since he's felt like this. There had been a few people he had something with, but his body hadn't been overcome like this and he hadn't wanted the thoughts in his head to play out as much as he wants them to now.
Dan bucks against Walter, testing the rules.
Walter
The shattering of the cup makes him jump, the edges of his highly sensitive nerves raw and blistered with too much awareness, too much feeling. He stares at the mess on the floor for a moment, aware of what he's seeing (the object that made the sound that startled him) but as Dan kisses him again, he falls back into him.
His chest heaves against Dan's as he struggles to catch his breath, but refuses to break the kiss. He shifts away just enough to work open as many more buttons of Dan's shirt as he can before Dan's sweater gets in the way. He has a brief notion of removing Dan's sweater and shirt altogether, but the moment Dan bucks against him, it's forgotten.
Not a sound escapes him as he holds his breath and clutches at Dan's shoulders, his body trembling, curling away as if he's just had a bucket of ice water thrown on him. Finally he huffs a high, pent up moan and lifts his head, giving Dan a look unlike any he's seen in Walter's eyes before: one of pure, flagrant lust that must be satiated now lest it burn him away.
"Should get out of the kitchen," he rasps lowly, sinking closer only to roll his hips into Dan's.
Dan
Daniel moans hard at the words and the motion and--
He grabs Walter and lifts his legs up under his arms, standing up, the raw strength of a fighter and Walter advantageous size making it an easy task. Dan is still kissing him as he moves a few steps, setting the ginger-haired man down on the kitchen counter. And he's against him, grinding his hips into Walter need, Dan pinning his arms down to keep him in place.
"I need you. Now."
Walter
Dan's moan is a catalyst for his own and he grips Dan's sides as a means to pull himself closer to thrust himself more fully against him. His body is alight with liquid fire and though it's not the first time he's felt so hot, as though he was burning from the inside out, it's certainly the first time he's been like this, felt like this with another person.
His jeans are uncomfortably tight, compressing what would take too long to release, especially now when he can feel himself race to a release of another, far more satisfying sort. And he can't seem to move any more than he already is anyway, his hands too tangled in Dan's clothing and hair as he's lifted with ease.
He clings to the taller man, not for fear of being dropped-- no, never that for-- for but fear and urgent, quaking need of him. "Daniel," he groans between kisses and breathily moaned gasps and sighs. He holds fast as he is placed on the hard kitchen counter, struggling only minimally as Dan pins his arms down, the restriction immediately forgotten as Dan grinds against him and he can feel him full and hot and his.
"Nng," he tries, speech finally officially failing him as he focuses instead on having as much contact with Dan as he is able. It takes a few moments but he eventually manages a nod.
Dan
Daniel leans hard into Walter and takes his mouth in a hard kiss. He lifts up off his heels and back down, rutting their need together, his voice squeaking as he whines, sweat forming on his brow.
He bumps his head on the cupboards, cursing quietly, then shifts Walter carefully. Dan pulls open one of the doors where he's standing and stands on the bottom shelf, various Tupperware items rolling out as he starts bucking into Walter thighs.
"Is this - huff - okay? Not too much?" Dan doesn't really wait for a reply before stroking one of his hands from Walter calf to his groin, clutching his erection in a squeeze.
Walter
Walter can barely manage to kiss Dan between his fight for air and the movement of their bodies, as with each sharp rut against him, Walter lifts his hips to meet Dan's, pulling him closer for each thrust with the wrap of his legs.
He turns his head away and bites hard on his lip to keep in the shamefully pathetic noises that are shaken forth from his chest, but the care that Dan takes to shift them and position them better, to move against him, it tears down his defenses and he moans brokenly.
He lays back on the counter, helplessly lost and not bothering to even try to answer Dan at this point. He grips Dan's forearms for support, not really even aware that Dan has let him go while repositioning, even as Walter clutches him, even as Dan grips him through his jeans and he jerks hard up against the other's hand.
"Ahn, Daniel. I--" He trembles, the words not coming to him as he pushes himself to sit up a bit with one hand and reaches for Dan's belt with the other. He has it undone in moments-- too many years of working in the garment district-- and Dan's trousers are undone just as quickly.
He ought to ask. Dan is being so careful and considerate not to hurt him. Not to take advantage and push too far. But as he cups Dan through his underwear, he has a feeling the other wont mind.
Dan
Daniel listens carefully as Walter speaks, but keeps going once he's sure he's not in pain or wanting it to stop.
He marvels at how rapidly he's undone and then groans loudly and grinds into his hand. The material there is damp, Walter fingers sliding easily as Dan jerks. "Oh - GOD, Walter," he hisses, one arm slung around Walter leg, the other gripping the handle of a cupboard above them. "I need you," he repeats, his voice high.
His eyes seem sad as he searches out Walter's gaze but it's not sorrow, his brow is furrowed in sheer ecstasy. "F-feels so good."
Walter
Once more, Walter pushes himself to sit up completely, pulling Dan forward with the leg he's still holding, also with his free hand on Dan's bicep. He arches up to meet Dan's lips in a desperate kiss, practically a bite, tugging the elastic band of his underwear down over his member and hesitating only a moment before taking him in hand.
This he knows how to do. This is something he's experienced in, even if he doesn't do it often. His grip is firm, acknowledging; Walter jerks Dan from base to tip and kisses Dan's mouth again.
"What do you need? Tell me."
Dan
Dan finds it difficult to talk as Walter pulls him free of his jockeys and tugs him. He nearly loses footing as his head grows dizzy from the immense amount of pleasure that shakes his core. He's done this to himself, alone after patrol, thinking of the man who's now touching him and it's driving him out of his mind.
"Everything!" he manages to blurt. "God, that was stupid. I need-- Oh, you have no idea how good you feel."
He smiles at Walter, kissing his leg, lips brushing against the harsh texture of Walter's jeans. He remembers where his hand is laying and strokes the curve bulging there. He fumbles at the button, arm shaking.
Dan swallows hard. "Just -- a -- minute." He pulls Walter close to his pounding heart and manages to get them out of the space between the counter and the cupboards. He pins his open trousers between himself and Walter, and moves swiftly from the kitchen to the den.
The larger man lays Walter on the couch, kneeling over him, sweat dripping off his face. "Is this better?"
Walter
Walter kisses Dan regardless as he fumbles with his words, his lips only reaching Dan's chin. He decides instead of Dan's lips, to open his mouth over the pounding pulse in his neck.
His breath coasts hotly over Dan's nape when the other man suddenly remembers to touch Walter as well. He moans and draws in a low hiss, working Dan harder in his fist as if he were stroking himself.
Walter doesn't think to pause when Dan asks for a moment, not until he is picked up and hauled off. He grips Dan's sides with his legs, wrapping around him, arms around his neck, still rutting against him, still moaning against Dan's neck.
He lets loose a sigh as he's laid down, his legs falling on either side of Dan's hips. "S'fine," he murmurs, still breathing too hard, still too hot. He's not going to last much longer, he knows, but he shyly unbuttons and lowers the fly of his own trousers, unable to look away from Dan, unabashed longing in his eyes.
He's wanted this for as long as he could remember, for intimacy, for belonging and yearning, and for it to be only that, not sick, licentious degradation. As much as he has denied himself of it, he realizes now that he's wanted nothing more than just this all along, as he reaches for Dan and pulls him over him for a kiss.Nevertheless, a voice nags in the back of his mind, is debauched and perverse and fast; and all of it is moving far too fast. And though he's not entirely beyond caring at the moment, neither is he beyond deluding himself when he can't let go.
He leaves Dan to do what he will with him, and gets his hands around Dan's length once more, one encircling him to continue what he had started, the other slipping beneath Dan's shirt, clammy hands along the sweaty planes of his abdomen.
"Fine," he sighs, swallowing and closing his eyes as squeezes his legs around Dan's hips to draw him closer, to blot out reality with pleasure and sensuality instead of violence and abuse and repression. For once.
"Please," he whimpers.
Dan
Dan finds it hard to concentrate, trying to rub his palm against Walter's solid length, thumbing the pink, swollen end. He's trembling from his knees to his fingertips, trying to control the rising waves of intense emotion. Dan tries to focus, using the spots that cover Walter's body as anchor. He counts them like sheep over a fence, then gets jumbled at fifteen when the smaller man pulls him in.
They're both hanging out of their clothes, Dan fumbling to pull his arm free from a tangled sleeve. He thinks of Ms. Chadwicke, of all people, and her talks about 'safety'. Walter is clean; Daniel knows this. Walter is a virgin.
The thought of that causes Daniel to choke on his own throat. He so badly wants to peel the man apart and delve inside of him, buried in his inexperience. He pulls Walter legs apart, sliding is pants further up his legs and starts pumping his throbbing wetness faster and looks into him, a dark lilt filling the brunette's eyes.
Walter
Dan's touch on his bare flesh nearly does him in right then and there. He tries to hold on, but as Dan readjusts their position again, pumps him faster, it's all he can do to speak out.
He pauses mid-stroke to cover Dan's hand with his own and make him stop his ministrations for a moment as he gasps for air, too winded to verbalize his need. "Just... I don't do this," he tells him when he's able, hoping it's enough explanation and that Dan will understand rather than drag him through further embarrassment.
He takes a moment to sit up and strip out of his sweatshirt, too hot to bear it any longer, leaving himself in a white, sweat soaked wife beater clinging to his heaving chest. He then helps Dan out of his sweater and shirt, thinking as he shyly gazes over Dan's exposed chest that Walter's never really seen Dan in any sort of state of undress save that ridiculous day at the pool. And to be honest, he wasn't really looking.
He takes Dan in hand again, continuing to work him even though he has brought the other man to stop. He doesn't want this to be over with yet. Not when he has needed this for so long. Not when he's so uncertain if he'll have the courage to do this again, be so exposed and vulnerable and needing so much so openly.
When he's ready, he pulls Dan's hand back to his member, wrapping his own hand around the other's to indicate that it's okay to continue.
Dan
Dan feels a little rejected at Walter stopping him. He tells himself to wake up and realize everyone has their differences and gets back into the rhythm, enjoying himself instead of apologizing and making a deal about it.
Dan pants softly as Walter removes his clothes, loving the feel of the air on his heated skin. He tries to stay still as his partner touches him, feeling his mess running down his legs as he gets closer to the edge. His hair is sticking to his face, sweat stinging his eyes. Daniel cries out loud and long with each stroke.
He's surprised when Walter pulls allows him to touch him again. He leans over Walter and looks deep into his eyes. "You're incredible." Dan's strong grip envelops Walter's head, then slides up and down the shaft gently, giving his partner pleasure but not rushing him to release.
Walter
He's grateful when Dan simply brushes it off, when it doesn't matter that he lacks sexual stamina. The only time he ever does this for himself is out of necessity, a quick, efficient fix and it's over. He's never had to try to outlast anyone.
As Dan gives him a rest, Walter focuses entirely on the other man. Time to play catch up. Dan's own fluid is enough to provide for lubricant as he strokes him fast and hard, twisting a tight fist around and around until Dan is writhing in pleasure... And then slowing a bit to subdue him, a wondrous look lighting on his features as he watches Dan's face. He doesn't mean to toy (much), and as Dan's vocalizations grow more insistent, Walter knows he's almost there.
He stares up at Dan as he leans over him, his knuckles brushing Dan's as he takes him in hand once more. He's not sure what to say to him, how to respond to Dan's compliment. So instead, he curls a hand around the back of Dan's neck, into his hair, holding him close as he picks up again, his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth falling open as his gasps and sighs intermix with keening hums of pleasure, matching Dan's pace with his own.
"Eehn, Daniel," he moans, "Not going to... Uhn... Soon."
Dan
Dan purrs at the hand in his hair, nuzzling it. "It's okay. We're both just enjoying ourselves. Do what feels good, don't worry about expectations."
He leans down to nudge Walter's wifebeater aside and suckle on one of his flushed nipples, trying not to get in the way of each others' stroking. He is gentle on it, using the tip of his tongue to raise it, nipping with his lips.
He nudges Walter fingers away from himself and then experimentally takes both of them into his hand, hoping it's not too bold.
Walter
As Dan suckles into his flesh, Walter's entire body tenses and he cries out like he's been bitten. The hand in Dan's hair tightens and he holds him there more out of urgent need than encouragement, and his breathing takes a dramatic hitch, as does his arousal. His hips jerk quickly off of the sofa to thrust into Dan's hand.
"Aaaahhh," he complains when Daniel stops for a moment. But as Dan takes them both in hand, Walter is reduced to whispery gasps that are hushed into Dan's shoulder as he clings to him.
It isn't long until Walter's body is twitching and tensing beneath Dan's. His head tilts back, his eyes closing, white hot sparks beneath his lids; his mouth gapes wide open but no sound comes out nor breath goes in as he trembles, convulsions rippling through him as he climaxes. He sucks in a loud, painful breath as he finally releases, copious warm, pearly fluid spurting over Dan's bare chest and Walter's wifebeater.
Dan
The sensation of Walter letting go, the warmth covering them both, the energy of his release, Dan can't help but stare at him. It's incredible.
Dan lets them both go and strokes Walter's face and hair. He lifts his fingers to his lips to taste his lover, licking the salty fluid from between his thumb and forefinger.
His own need is now aching, each throb making him wince. Daniel watches Walter's chest rise and fall, growing more attached to the man by the second as the strings connecting them pull tighter.
Walter
Each exhale carries an exhausted moan to it and the pleasure of his orgasm still trembles through him as he lays there recovering. He can hardly feel Dan's touch on his face and in his hair. He almost forgets himself and his partner completely, almost drifts off to sleep, but when he chances a glance, it all comes back to him.
He sits up suddenly, grasping Dan's face in his hands and kissing him hungrily. "Never been that good in my life," he whispers huskily.
He shifts a bit and brings Dan to lay down beside him on the sofa. He feels Dan still hard against his leg and, after giving a tired, apologetic look, he takes Dan back in hand again. He kisses his mouth gently, like it's the first time again, strokes him languidly.
Dan
Dan's eyes light up. He shouldn't be surprised but he feels pleased to know Walter could feel that good with him. "It can always be like that," he answers gently between kisses.
Dan leans against Walter, his face pushing into the freckled skin, whimpering and moving against the touch. Walter is just off but with a little nudge here and there he's got the perfect pace and angle.
Dan calls out Walter's name, his large abdomen rising up and down, the muscles along his legs and stomach strained. The intense waves of indescribable feeling streak through his body like lightning, his erection swollen and sensitive to the touch but fuck it feels unbelievable. He's at the brink momentarily, the white heat filling his head, his hearing going and pressure rushing from deep inside him.
He collapses against Walter, his sighs noisy and haggard, tears just peaking from the edge of his eyes. He looks into his lover's bright blues, stars dancing before him. His voice is a dull hum, his hearing still out. "Jesus Christ."
Walter
Walter frowns a little bit at Dan's assurance that it'll always be that good, and feels hollow suddenly for the empty words and promises, the same as before, that he can't believe in. His elation dies quickly but they aren't done yet, and he's not going to waste this on sour emotions. Not now. Not yet.
He strokes his hand through Dan's hair holding him close as he brings him off and relishes, in this last moment, the feel of Dan's body against his own as he spasms, biting his tongue as Dan calls his name and comes, kissing and devouring his whimpers of pleasure off his lips.
Walter holds him close as he relaxes against him, forcing a soft smile when he sees Dan's eyes opening to gaze at him once more. He shifts a bit, sitting up a little to pull off his wifebeater and to wipe both of their bodies clean of their spoils before laying back down beside him.
"All right?"
Dan
"Neverbeenbetter," he says, out of breath.
Dan gives a huge yawn, covers his mouth, eyes peering up at Walter. "It's been a big night." He kisses Walter deeply. He sits up slowly then reaches over the side of the lounge to a big wooden chest. He rifles a blanket out of it and throws it over them both. "Stay?"
Walter
Walter eyes him for a long moment and then nods. "Will stay."
Dan
The confirmation gives Daniel the confidence that he can nuzzle into his lover and let himself drift off, the thrill of their ecstasy still buzzing over his body. It's not long before Dan has passed out, warm against Walter, his big arms keeping him safe.
Walter
Walter lays awake for a long time, brushing his hand through Dan's hair and watching him sleep, considering all the things that were said tonight. Things that were said and ignored, boundaries that were crossed and forced open.
He settles beneath the cover of the blanket and Dan's arm and slowly, slowly settles into restless sleep.
Warning: potential ooc-ness and double p-ness. *snarks*
The original rp line that this is derived from.
Dan
Daniel just nods. He has no idea if what he's said was taken seriously by the ginger man, but at least they're not trying to kill each other now. He carefully takes Walter hand and leads him over to the bike.
Walter
Walter follows as if through a daze and gets on the bike behind Dan, wrapping his arms around him, his hands clasped over his chest. He bends his head to rest between Dan's shoulder blades and holds onto him tight as they go.
His mind is too fogged over with doubt and anger and fear to really give good consideration to Dan's words. He just wants the peaceful, calm comforts of home, where he can sit at his desk and regard his mask and his purpose, see how he's failed it and let it cloud his judgment further as it always does with his righteous, absolute bias.
Dan
The ride home is slow and quiet. Dan takes small joy in feeling Walter against his back. They pull up and its 10:30pm. Dan feels exhausted by how long they must have been fighting for.
Daniel remains seated on the bike, just feeling the warmth of his lover on his back. He pulls off his helmet, clenches his eyes and rubs his lids under his glasses. Lover. He wont let the word go. They haven't slept together yet but he still says it in his mind. Usually it's 'girlfriend' or 'date' running through his mind. Dan knows it's because of how averted Walter is to sex and the flippancy of it. He thinks of lover in it's true form; to love someone. He feels sick at the thought of having to prove he doesn't want to just get laid and then pretend like it never happened. He's just not like that. Honestly though, Walter doesn't know him.
Dan stops thinking and gets off the bike. He only just realizes Walter probably meant to his apartment and hopes he hasn't just screwed up big time. He simply waits for Walter's response.
Walter
As the bike lurches to a stop and the engine dies, his arms tighten around Dan a bit, holding still to this small piece of sanctuary that he's been granted, where he can hold him close without shame or fear and Dan doesn't have to see how much he needs it.
As Dan removes his helmet, Walter touches his forehead to the back of Dan's neck, his hands coming from around him to rest on his hips for a moment as he gives a defeated sigh. "Daniel..."
His words die off as Dan stands and he realizes where the other man has brought him. His breath catches in his throat for a moment and he hesitates to stand up, but raises to his feet anyway and follows Dan to his doorstep, too drained to argue. Or be pleased. Or to feel anything.
"Daniel," he says again, with more purpose, looking at him this time as Dan unlocks his apartment. "I need to think about things," he tells him finally, a quasi-answer, some 30 minutes later.
He looks over at the plaque with Dan's surname on it, examines it closely instead of looking at his partner. "Aside from... Walter," he says slowly, "I have never felt love for anyone. And felt it in return." The uncertainty makes him feel sick. "Are... Are you certain you want to... Are--Are you sure?"
Dan
Daniel hides a smile, knowing it may come off as him not taking things seriously. "I'm positive."
He unlocks his door and welcomes Walter inside. He leads him to the kitchen and starts making him a coffee. Dan wants to touch the man's shoulders and sooth the mountains of tension from him, but gives him plenty of space.
"Figure it's better for you to deal with this away from the kid anyway." He hands him the coffee and sips his own.
Walter
Walter plops down into the kitchen chair, carding a hand through his bright hair. "Walter doesn't ask questions," he says quietly. "I try not to, but... Worry about him."
He thanks Dan as he takes the cup of coffee, feeling a little bit better as all his emotions have finally drained out of him. He takes some of Dan's sugar cubes and smiles to himself, putting far too many in his coffee.
"Sorry for ruining dinner," he says finally, taking a sip of his coffee.
Dan
"I know he doesn't but he'd know something was up. And you wanted to keep this out of his life."
Dan feels okay to sit down at the table now. "It's okay. I made a bad choice anyway." He curses himself for making it about him unintentionally. "You didn't ruin it. We needed that." Dan reaches his hand out, just leaving it there if Walter wants to touch him.
Walter
"Ehhn. Already in his life too much. Want to make him apply for college but... Was a choice I had to make on my own." He shrugs.
"Er, he and I have discussed whether or not it is acceptable for you to stay over, however." His pale cheeks flush a bit. "Either doesn't bother him, or he's completely clueless."
Walter hesitantly reaches out and takes Dan's hand when it's offered. "Suppose so. Could have been a bit less... Caustic." He chuckles humorlessly, the tip of his calloused thumb stroking the lines of Dan's hand. "I would have arrested myself if I'd stumbled upon us while in costume." He considers that for a moment, wondering if that statement makes any sense or if his mental processes have simply decayed that much. "Could have been less public at any rate."
He licks his lips, looking over at Dan and meeting his eyes. "I think... I'll stay. But... I don't think I want to see you publicly." He frowns a bit. "Not yet, anyway. Is that all right?"
Dan
Daniel nods and strokes Walter hand back. "We're still working out our boundaries. I understand. It's no one's business anyway." Dan feels his heart sink but knows this dance, one step forward, two steps, etc., etc. He understands repression enough to relate to Walter's fear.
Dan looks right at him. "Is it okay... If I kiss you?"
Walter
Walter doesn't verbalize an answer, simply turns in his chair and scoots to the edge to lean over to Dan, ever eager, since that very first kiss, to give him another.
Dan
The heat between their mouths makes Dan moan. He can't help it. Walter it right; he's a terrible, sex driven monster. Whenever they get this close his head fills with desire and urges. It makes him just as bad as the next person. He's no more virtuous than the next hormone filled man and he can't pretend he is when all he can see is their bodies pressed tight, hands around Walter's body.
Dan pulls away and takes a deep breath, hating himself so bad right now.
Walter
Walter falters as the moan escapes the other man, the sound moving through him like a shock wave, all the way down his spine. He cards his fingers into the curls on the back of Dan's neck, his touch so light but purposeful that he's almost certain it'll draw another delicious sound from the other man.
But then Dan pulls away and Walter's one track mind switches back over to the here and now in which he and Dan nearly beat the hell out of each other in an alley way, exchanged sharp painful words, and had almost ended because this is indulgent and self-gratifying.
However, all Walter can think, as he leans back into Dan to give a soft, chaste kiss to him, is that he must have been wrong, had to have been. Because if he had been right, he wouldn't be tugging on Dan's shirt collar to pull him closer and kiss him again.
Dan
Daniel's heart lights up like a firework as Walter accepts him. He leans harder into the kiss and enjoys it wholeheartedly.
Daniel shifts, bumping his knee against Walters. "Sorry." He meets his mouth again instantly and bites at Walter's lips.
Walter
A harsh puff of air escapes him as Dan nips at his mouth, a grunt following shortly after to dismiss Dan's apology, or whatever it was that he said.
Walter breaks away to take a breath. "Yeh-" he starts, his voice suddenly gone. He clears his throat. "Don't have to ask for a kiss, Daniel." He licks his lower lip, savoring the bitter taste of Dan's coffee juxtaposed to the taste of his supersaturated sugar-with-an-additive-of-coffee sludge.
Dan
"Just didn't want to make things worse," he admits.
Dan wants more. Much more. He tries to settle himself down, stroking Walter's fingers.
Walter
He looks down to where Dan holds his hand, his voice quiet, almost as if he doesn't want Dan to hear him as he says, "Like kissing you. Seems to be the only thing we can do without fighting." And he lifts his chin a little bit to let Dan see his shy smile.
Dan
Dan lifts his hand to Walter's face and strokes the lines of his face. He explores the creases and structure of his features then drifts to his hair, fingers curling into the short strands and pulling them so that Walter comes forward into Dan's lips.
He parts his mouth and slides his tongue within the depth of the sugary-yet-bitter taste. Dan frowns with pleasure, needing more of Walter but waiting for a response before deciding anything else.
Walter
Walter closes his eyes as Dan touches his face, trying to enjoy the sensation of being so deliberately touched in ways that nobody ever has, never with such tenderness and delicacy... But his face is severe and scarred from years of acne, stress, and fighting. Yes, Dan says he doesn't want somebody from a magazine but Walter still regrets not being a least a little bit good looking.
He opens him mouth to say so but the apology comes out as a low, gritty groan and hiss as Dan pulls on the short, unruly hair, then transmutes into a low rumble as Dan kisses him again.
As Dan's tongue swipes suggestively across his palate, a chill runs through him and he sucks in a quick gasp and pulls away. He looks at Dan, his mouth agape as he searches his brown eyes, then turns his gaze to Dan's lips once more.
Dan
Dan moves closer, on the edge of his chair now. He runs his digits through the red hair and finds the scars that lie on his partner's skull. He feels confident that he's allowed to bring Walter to him and delve into him, the kiss deeper this time, his tongue filling more of Walter mouth.
Dan's face flushes with heat as waves of pleasure tingle all over his body. His hands start to wander down Walter's body, toying with the seams at the edge of their barriers.
Walter
Walter is a bit more hesitant to return the kiss this time, the tension radiating through his body. The depth of the kiss is positively inebriating and he can hardly think to respond, to reciprocate at first.
A soft, barely audible moan escapes him as he dares to dip between Dan's lips, the pitch of it a fair bit higher than his usual timbre, too much like a whimper. But then... He's in too deep to care.
As Dan's hands begin to wander, Walter gently bites at Dan's lower lip, preoccupying him there as he seizes Dan's hands his with his own. He releases Dan's lip and pants against his mouth, opening his eyes to look at him, all flushed and breathless, his pupils blown.
Dan
Dan's eyes are full of want. Walter is like a drug. He knows he'd kill him if knew he was thinking that. He doesn't know what to say that won't come out sounding terrible and wrong to Walter sensibilities. He settles for straightforward."You make me feel amazing." He nuzzles against Walter urgently.
Walter
Walter squeezes Dan's hands where they lay, pinned like a butterfly by the look in Dan's eyes, unable to look away. Words fail him completely as Dan nuzzles into him. He bites his own lip to stifle another soft groan as Dan's words and the feeling of his hot breath on his apparently hypersensitive neck shoot jolts of arousal through him.
He leans away for a moment and looks down, letting go of Dan's hands as he rises a bit from his chair to nudge it across the kitchen floor with his foot, trying to get closer, as close as he can manage, then sits and reaches for the other, pulling Dan into a rough, possessive kiss.
Dan
Dan wants to completely melt into the feeling, tired of battling it, but fighting all the same for Walter sake. He lets the smaller man take some control, letting him experience the urges and act on them. He lets his hands fall onto Walter legs, rubbing them gently, feeling the texture like prickles on his heated skin. Dan's tongue moves with Walter's, making small sounds of enjoyment at the feeling.
Walter
Perhaps a bit too eager, a bit too hungry, Walter kisses Dan deeply like he's never tasted anything like him before, possessing Dan's mouth with the whole of him. He follows by example of how Dan had kissed him earlier, not at all experienced in even this, then pushes further, following the sounds that Dan makes for guidance.
He's got a fistful in Dan's hair, just as the base of his skull, holding him still and carefully pulling to direct his head, just as Dan had done to him, making his own neck tingle just to think of it.
Dan
Dan lets him learn, lets him find his way, enjoying every second of it. He encourages him where needed and grips his legs tight when he's doing well.
Dan pulls away for air, then kisses him, breaths, kisses. His flesh is flushed red, glasses falling off his face. He swallows and sucks at his bottom lip, needing the taste to stay.
"Walter," he hums his name airily, "More."
Walter
Walter has always been a fast learner, one of the key factors that makes him so deadly on the streets, so adept at picking up on significant body language and vocal cues of perpetrators and bull-shitting students.
When Dan pulls away, he huffs a soft laugh and reaches to fix Dan's glasses. Then he remove them altogether, removing this little barrier between them.
A chill run through him as Dan says his name, his already hot face blushing even hotter. He swallows and looks at Dan intently, before whispering to him breathlessly. "Show me."
Dan
The invitation has Dan's instincts kicking in, drawing on his alter-self to give him courage. He grabs Walter's shirt and kisses him roughly, their stubble scraping as their faces rub together.
The brunette keeps his eyes open some of the time, retaining an important contact between them, and Dan finds it better to see Walter piercing gaze.
He moves his kisses from lips to chin, to jaw, then around to Walter ear. His breath is hot as he nips and sucks at the soft flesh of his partner's lobe and tip of his ear.
Walter
"Hahn," he hushes, turning his head to let Dan do as he pleases.
Yes, that thing Walter had said earlier... In the cafe... About the... About...
"Ehn, Daniel," he whispers when Dan suckles at his earlobe, breathing heavily through parted lips as he tries to tell him something he has already forgotten.
Walter wants to touch Dan, anywhere. Everywhere. But all he can seem to do is cling to Dan's shirt, one hand on back of his neck to draw him closer, to encourage.
Yes, that thing he said... He was definitely wrong.
Dan
Dan grabs Walter around the middle and lifts him right out of his seat, pulling him into his lap.
"You tell me if anything's too much, okay?" His words are rushed and his mouth is back to work on Walter's neck, lapping up the new taste of his partner, groans leaving him. Daniel's hands search around the clothes on Walter body, finding all the warm places and slowly working out the spots that make him react.
Walter
Walter makes a small startled sound as Dan lifts him up and pulls him nearer. He nods quickly, too out of breath to speak, too out of his depth to come up with anything to say anyway.
His knees press into Dan's hips a little bit as Dan works over his neck. He lets Dan handle him, like putty in his hands, simply unable to do anything else but sigh and bite his own lip as he feels Dan's hands shift over him.
He might have complained otherwise about being held in such a way, made so deliberately submissive. But when a nip to the sensitive skin just behind and below his ear makes him cry out louder than he means to (or ever thought he would) and arch flush and hard against Dan, he finds he has no further complaints.
He shifts away just enough to catch Dan's mouth with his teeth, coaxing and devouring the man. He works lower along his jaw, gently lining his throat with shy kisses as he dares to take some initiative. His hands have a mind of their own and they start on a few of the buttons on Dan's shirt, enough to part the folds and slip his hand down the back of his shirt to the meet hot, smooth skin over his spine.
Dan
Dan begins to pant as Walter's mouth moves over his flesh. He clutches the table a bit to hard in an attempt to find some gravity and knocks his best coffee mug over. He watches it roll off and smash but does nothing to stop it, too wrapped up in the bliss. If Walter tries to stop, he is ready to pull him into a deep kiss.
Daniel's mind buzzes with all the things that had happened tonight, the rush of it all giving him a slight headache. It as been two years since he's felt like this. There had been a few people he had something with, but his body hadn't been overcome like this and he hadn't wanted the thoughts in his head to play out as much as he wants them to now.
Dan bucks against Walter, testing the rules.
Walter
The shattering of the cup makes him jump, the edges of his highly sensitive nerves raw and blistered with too much awareness, too much feeling. He stares at the mess on the floor for a moment, aware of what he's seeing (the object that made the sound that startled him) but as Dan kisses him again, he falls back into him.
His chest heaves against Dan's as he struggles to catch his breath, but refuses to break the kiss. He shifts away just enough to work open as many more buttons of Dan's shirt as he can before Dan's sweater gets in the way. He has a brief notion of removing Dan's sweater and shirt altogether, but the moment Dan bucks against him, it's forgotten.
Not a sound escapes him as he holds his breath and clutches at Dan's shoulders, his body trembling, curling away as if he's just had a bucket of ice water thrown on him. Finally he huffs a high, pent up moan and lifts his head, giving Dan a look unlike any he's seen in Walter's eyes before: one of pure, flagrant lust that must be satiated now lest it burn him away.
"Should get out of the kitchen," he rasps lowly, sinking closer only to roll his hips into Dan's.
Dan
Daniel moans hard at the words and the motion and--
He grabs Walter and lifts his legs up under his arms, standing up, the raw strength of a fighter and Walter advantageous size making it an easy task. Dan is still kissing him as he moves a few steps, setting the ginger-haired man down on the kitchen counter. And he's against him, grinding his hips into Walter need, Dan pinning his arms down to keep him in place.
"I need you. Now."
Walter
Dan's moan is a catalyst for his own and he grips Dan's sides as a means to pull himself closer to thrust himself more fully against him. His body is alight with liquid fire and though it's not the first time he's felt so hot, as though he was burning from the inside out, it's certainly the first time he's been like this, felt like this with another person.
His jeans are uncomfortably tight, compressing what would take too long to release, especially now when he can feel himself race to a release of another, far more satisfying sort. And he can't seem to move any more than he already is anyway, his hands too tangled in Dan's clothing and hair as he's lifted with ease.
He clings to the taller man, not for fear of being dropped-- no, never that for-- for but fear and urgent, quaking need of him. "Daniel," he groans between kisses and breathily moaned gasps and sighs. He holds fast as he is placed on the hard kitchen counter, struggling only minimally as Dan pins his arms down, the restriction immediately forgotten as Dan grinds against him and he can feel him full and hot and his.
"Nng," he tries, speech finally officially failing him as he focuses instead on having as much contact with Dan as he is able. It takes a few moments but he eventually manages a nod.
Dan
Daniel leans hard into Walter and takes his mouth in a hard kiss. He lifts up off his heels and back down, rutting their need together, his voice squeaking as he whines, sweat forming on his brow.
He bumps his head on the cupboards, cursing quietly, then shifts Walter carefully. Dan pulls open one of the doors where he's standing and stands on the bottom shelf, various Tupperware items rolling out as he starts bucking into Walter thighs.
"Is this - huff - okay? Not too much?" Dan doesn't really wait for a reply before stroking one of his hands from Walter calf to his groin, clutching his erection in a squeeze.
Walter
Walter can barely manage to kiss Dan between his fight for air and the movement of their bodies, as with each sharp rut against him, Walter lifts his hips to meet Dan's, pulling him closer for each thrust with the wrap of his legs.
He turns his head away and bites hard on his lip to keep in the shamefully pathetic noises that are shaken forth from his chest, but the care that Dan takes to shift them and position them better, to move against him, it tears down his defenses and he moans brokenly.
He lays back on the counter, helplessly lost and not bothering to even try to answer Dan at this point. He grips Dan's forearms for support, not really even aware that Dan has let him go while repositioning, even as Walter clutches him, even as Dan grips him through his jeans and he jerks hard up against the other's hand.
"Ahn, Daniel. I--" He trembles, the words not coming to him as he pushes himself to sit up a bit with one hand and reaches for Dan's belt with the other. He has it undone in moments-- too many years of working in the garment district-- and Dan's trousers are undone just as quickly.
He ought to ask. Dan is being so careful and considerate not to hurt him. Not to take advantage and push too far. But as he cups Dan through his underwear, he has a feeling the other wont mind.
Dan
Daniel listens carefully as Walter speaks, but keeps going once he's sure he's not in pain or wanting it to stop.
He marvels at how rapidly he's undone and then groans loudly and grinds into his hand. The material there is damp, Walter fingers sliding easily as Dan jerks. "Oh - GOD, Walter," he hisses, one arm slung around Walter leg, the other gripping the handle of a cupboard above them. "I need you," he repeats, his voice high.
His eyes seem sad as he searches out Walter's gaze but it's not sorrow, his brow is furrowed in sheer ecstasy. "F-feels so good."
Walter
Once more, Walter pushes himself to sit up completely, pulling Dan forward with the leg he's still holding, also with his free hand on Dan's bicep. He arches up to meet Dan's lips in a desperate kiss, practically a bite, tugging the elastic band of his underwear down over his member and hesitating only a moment before taking him in hand.
This he knows how to do. This is something he's experienced in, even if he doesn't do it often. His grip is firm, acknowledging; Walter jerks Dan from base to tip and kisses Dan's mouth again.
"What do you need? Tell me."
Dan
Dan finds it difficult to talk as Walter pulls him free of his jockeys and tugs him. He nearly loses footing as his head grows dizzy from the immense amount of pleasure that shakes his core. He's done this to himself, alone after patrol, thinking of the man who's now touching him and it's driving him out of his mind.
"Everything!" he manages to blurt. "God, that was stupid. I need-- Oh, you have no idea how good you feel."
He smiles at Walter, kissing his leg, lips brushing against the harsh texture of Walter's jeans. He remembers where his hand is laying and strokes the curve bulging there. He fumbles at the button, arm shaking.
Dan swallows hard. "Just -- a -- minute." He pulls Walter close to his pounding heart and manages to get them out of the space between the counter and the cupboards. He pins his open trousers between himself and Walter, and moves swiftly from the kitchen to the den.
The larger man lays Walter on the couch, kneeling over him, sweat dripping off his face. "Is this better?"
Walter
Walter kisses Dan regardless as he fumbles with his words, his lips only reaching Dan's chin. He decides instead of Dan's lips, to open his mouth over the pounding pulse in his neck.
His breath coasts hotly over Dan's nape when the other man suddenly remembers to touch Walter as well. He moans and draws in a low hiss, working Dan harder in his fist as if he were stroking himself.
Walter doesn't think to pause when Dan asks for a moment, not until he is picked up and hauled off. He grips Dan's sides with his legs, wrapping around him, arms around his neck, still rutting against him, still moaning against Dan's neck.
He lets loose a sigh as he's laid down, his legs falling on either side of Dan's hips. "S'fine," he murmurs, still breathing too hard, still too hot. He's not going to last much longer, he knows, but he shyly unbuttons and lowers the fly of his own trousers, unable to look away from Dan, unabashed longing in his eyes.
He's wanted this for as long as he could remember, for intimacy, for belonging and yearning, and for it to be only that, not sick, licentious degradation. As much as he has denied himself of it, he realizes now that he's wanted nothing more than just this all along, as he reaches for Dan and pulls him over him for a kiss.Nevertheless, a voice nags in the back of his mind, is debauched and perverse and fast; and all of it is moving far too fast. And though he's not entirely beyond caring at the moment, neither is he beyond deluding himself when he can't let go.
He leaves Dan to do what he will with him, and gets his hands around Dan's length once more, one encircling him to continue what he had started, the other slipping beneath Dan's shirt, clammy hands along the sweaty planes of his abdomen.
"Fine," he sighs, swallowing and closing his eyes as squeezes his legs around Dan's hips to draw him closer, to blot out reality with pleasure and sensuality instead of violence and abuse and repression. For once.
"Please," he whimpers.
Dan
Dan finds it hard to concentrate, trying to rub his palm against Walter's solid length, thumbing the pink, swollen end. He's trembling from his knees to his fingertips, trying to control the rising waves of intense emotion. Dan tries to focus, using the spots that cover Walter's body as anchor. He counts them like sheep over a fence, then gets jumbled at fifteen when the smaller man pulls him in.
They're both hanging out of their clothes, Dan fumbling to pull his arm free from a tangled sleeve. He thinks of Ms. Chadwicke, of all people, and her talks about 'safety'. Walter is clean; Daniel knows this. Walter is a virgin.
The thought of that causes Daniel to choke on his own throat. He so badly wants to peel the man apart and delve inside of him, buried in his inexperience. He pulls Walter legs apart, sliding is pants further up his legs and starts pumping his throbbing wetness faster and looks into him, a dark lilt filling the brunette's eyes.
Walter
Dan's touch on his bare flesh nearly does him in right then and there. He tries to hold on, but as Dan readjusts their position again, pumps him faster, it's all he can do to speak out.
He pauses mid-stroke to cover Dan's hand with his own and make him stop his ministrations for a moment as he gasps for air, too winded to verbalize his need. "Just... I don't do this," he tells him when he's able, hoping it's enough explanation and that Dan will understand rather than drag him through further embarrassment.
He takes a moment to sit up and strip out of his sweatshirt, too hot to bear it any longer, leaving himself in a white, sweat soaked wife beater clinging to his heaving chest. He then helps Dan out of his sweater and shirt, thinking as he shyly gazes over Dan's exposed chest that Walter's never really seen Dan in any sort of state of undress save that ridiculous day at the pool. And to be honest, he wasn't really looking.
He takes Dan in hand again, continuing to work him even though he has brought the other man to stop. He doesn't want this to be over with yet. Not when he has needed this for so long. Not when he's so uncertain if he'll have the courage to do this again, be so exposed and vulnerable and needing so much so openly.
When he's ready, he pulls Dan's hand back to his member, wrapping his own hand around the other's to indicate that it's okay to continue.
Dan
Dan feels a little rejected at Walter stopping him. He tells himself to wake up and realize everyone has their differences and gets back into the rhythm, enjoying himself instead of apologizing and making a deal about it.
Dan pants softly as Walter removes his clothes, loving the feel of the air on his heated skin. He tries to stay still as his partner touches him, feeling his mess running down his legs as he gets closer to the edge. His hair is sticking to his face, sweat stinging his eyes. Daniel cries out loud and long with each stroke.
He's surprised when Walter pulls allows him to touch him again. He leans over Walter and looks deep into his eyes. "You're incredible." Dan's strong grip envelops Walter's head, then slides up and down the shaft gently, giving his partner pleasure but not rushing him to release.
Walter
He's grateful when Dan simply brushes it off, when it doesn't matter that he lacks sexual stamina. The only time he ever does this for himself is out of necessity, a quick, efficient fix and it's over. He's never had to try to outlast anyone.
As Dan gives him a rest, Walter focuses entirely on the other man. Time to play catch up. Dan's own fluid is enough to provide for lubricant as he strokes him fast and hard, twisting a tight fist around and around until Dan is writhing in pleasure... And then slowing a bit to subdue him, a wondrous look lighting on his features as he watches Dan's face. He doesn't mean to toy (much), and as Dan's vocalizations grow more insistent, Walter knows he's almost there.
He stares up at Dan as he leans over him, his knuckles brushing Dan's as he takes him in hand once more. He's not sure what to say to him, how to respond to Dan's compliment. So instead, he curls a hand around the back of Dan's neck, into his hair, holding him close as he picks up again, his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth falling open as his gasps and sighs intermix with keening hums of pleasure, matching Dan's pace with his own.
"Eehn, Daniel," he moans, "Not going to... Uhn... Soon."
Dan
Dan purrs at the hand in his hair, nuzzling it. "It's okay. We're both just enjoying ourselves. Do what feels good, don't worry about expectations."
He leans down to nudge Walter's wifebeater aside and suckle on one of his flushed nipples, trying not to get in the way of each others' stroking. He is gentle on it, using the tip of his tongue to raise it, nipping with his lips.
He nudges Walter fingers away from himself and then experimentally takes both of them into his hand, hoping it's not too bold.
Walter
As Dan suckles into his flesh, Walter's entire body tenses and he cries out like he's been bitten. The hand in Dan's hair tightens and he holds him there more out of urgent need than encouragement, and his breathing takes a dramatic hitch, as does his arousal. His hips jerk quickly off of the sofa to thrust into Dan's hand.
"Aaaahhh," he complains when Daniel stops for a moment. But as Dan takes them both in hand, Walter is reduced to whispery gasps that are hushed into Dan's shoulder as he clings to him.
It isn't long until Walter's body is twitching and tensing beneath Dan's. His head tilts back, his eyes closing, white hot sparks beneath his lids; his mouth gapes wide open but no sound comes out nor breath goes in as he trembles, convulsions rippling through him as he climaxes. He sucks in a loud, painful breath as he finally releases, copious warm, pearly fluid spurting over Dan's bare chest and Walter's wifebeater.
Dan
The sensation of Walter letting go, the warmth covering them both, the energy of his release, Dan can't help but stare at him. It's incredible.
Dan lets them both go and strokes Walter's face and hair. He lifts his fingers to his lips to taste his lover, licking the salty fluid from between his thumb and forefinger.
His own need is now aching, each throb making him wince. Daniel watches Walter's chest rise and fall, growing more attached to the man by the second as the strings connecting them pull tighter.
Walter
Each exhale carries an exhausted moan to it and the pleasure of his orgasm still trembles through him as he lays there recovering. He can hardly feel Dan's touch on his face and in his hair. He almost forgets himself and his partner completely, almost drifts off to sleep, but when he chances a glance, it all comes back to him.
He sits up suddenly, grasping Dan's face in his hands and kissing him hungrily. "Never been that good in my life," he whispers huskily.
He shifts a bit and brings Dan to lay down beside him on the sofa. He feels Dan still hard against his leg and, after giving a tired, apologetic look, he takes Dan back in hand again. He kisses his mouth gently, like it's the first time again, strokes him languidly.
Dan
Dan's eyes light up. He shouldn't be surprised but he feels pleased to know Walter could feel that good with him. "It can always be like that," he answers gently between kisses.
Dan leans against Walter, his face pushing into the freckled skin, whimpering and moving against the touch. Walter is just off but with a little nudge here and there he's got the perfect pace and angle.
Dan calls out Walter's name, his large abdomen rising up and down, the muscles along his legs and stomach strained. The intense waves of indescribable feeling streak through his body like lightning, his erection swollen and sensitive to the touch but fuck it feels unbelievable. He's at the brink momentarily, the white heat filling his head, his hearing going and pressure rushing from deep inside him.
He collapses against Walter, his sighs noisy and haggard, tears just peaking from the edge of his eyes. He looks into his lover's bright blues, stars dancing before him. His voice is a dull hum, his hearing still out. "Jesus Christ."
Walter
Walter frowns a little bit at Dan's assurance that it'll always be that good, and feels hollow suddenly for the empty words and promises, the same as before, that he can't believe in. His elation dies quickly but they aren't done yet, and he's not going to waste this on sour emotions. Not now. Not yet.
He strokes his hand through Dan's hair holding him close as he brings him off and relishes, in this last moment, the feel of Dan's body against his own as he spasms, biting his tongue as Dan calls his name and comes, kissing and devouring his whimpers of pleasure off his lips.
Walter holds him close as he relaxes against him, forcing a soft smile when he sees Dan's eyes opening to gaze at him once more. He shifts a bit, sitting up a little to pull off his wifebeater and to wipe both of their bodies clean of their spoils before laying back down beside him.
"All right?"
Dan
"Neverbeenbetter," he says, out of breath.
Dan gives a huge yawn, covers his mouth, eyes peering up at Walter. "It's been a big night." He kisses Walter deeply. He sits up slowly then reaches over the side of the lounge to a big wooden chest. He rifles a blanket out of it and throws it over them both. "Stay?"
Walter
Walter eyes him for a long moment and then nods. "Will stay."
Dan
The confirmation gives Daniel the confidence that he can nuzzle into his lover and let himself drift off, the thrill of their ecstasy still buzzing over his body. It's not long before Dan has passed out, warm against Walter, his big arms keeping him safe.
Walter
Walter lays awake for a long time, brushing his hand through Dan's hair and watching him sleep, considering all the things that were said tonight. Things that were said and ignored, boundaries that were crossed and forced open.
He settles beneath the cover of the blanket and Dan's arm and slowly, slowly settles into restless sleep.