Fic: Truce
Title: Truce
Author: girlpire
Pairing: Angel/Riley
Rating: NC17 or Adult or FRAO
Disclaimer: This story is based on the "Angel" and "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" series, with which I am not affiliated in any way. Joss Whedon is my master, etc.
Distribution: Please no. kthnxbye. :)
Summary: Angel and Riley hump each other in a tent. (That's an even better summary than the one for Counting Out Loud!)
Warnings: Pillowfighting, Graphic penis rubbing... Do I have to warn that Riley's a main character? I know that puts some people off.
Author's Notes: I wrote this story for spankspike! She gave me a very specific request, and I present the finished product here. This is the second of two request fics that inspired our com, feedmykink, which is not quite up and running yet but promises to be wonderful.
Who knew Angel/Riley could be interesting? A monster, a tent, and shoulder pad all combine for hot snark, hot wrestling, and hot sex. That the plot actually makes sense is just gravy. Really hot, smooth gravy.
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Truce
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Angel and Riley have a called a truce.
It’s one of those things you have to do when you hunt demons together, especially when you’re in the middle of the desert hunting a sand demon. Sand demons can be in up to three places at once. If you’re not looking out for each other, it’s very easy for someone to find himself hanging upside-down over one of the creature’s three mouths, staring straight down into its first stomach. Angel only let that happen to Riley once, though. (Well, twice, but the boy deserved it the second time.)
So far they’ve managed to keep things civil. Mostly.
They’ve been tracking the demon across Death Valley National Park for a few nights, stopping to pitch a thick canvas tent before sunrise to protect the vampire. Angel still doesn’t know why he agreed to go hunting in a place known for its sun during the longest days of the year with a boy he really, really hates, unless it was just to prove that he’s the better hunter. Which of course he is, except that he’s at a significant disadvantage this time, what with being trapped in one place all day and having forgotten to pack a few certain bare essentials, like pajamas and blood and a shower. He didn’t anticipate it taking this long to kill the thing.
Riley, of course, came completely prepared. The bastard even brought an extra bedroll for Angel and, very politely (but smugly), allowed Angel to borrow a clean t-shirt and boxers to sleep in during the day. Riley lets Angel have the tent to himself in the early mornings and late afternoons, but he comes inside during the hottest part of the day and sleeps for a few hours as well. Angel’s glaring at him doesn’t keep him from snoring.
In the middle of the fourth day, Angel is lying on top of his thin unrolled bed wearing Riley’s clothes when Riley ducks into the tent, the light smell of salt and sunscreen clinging to his tanned skin. He’s come inside about an hour earlier than he usually does. “Hot out there,” he mutters by way of explanation. He strips off his tank top and uses it to wipe his face.
Angel doesn’t say anything. He’s got his eyes closed, his arms folded behind his head. He’s awake, though.
Riley takes off his shoes and then slips out of his cargo shorts as well, rolls them up and puts them to the side before stretching out on his own small bed in boxers and socks. Then he frowns and sits back up, looks around. His little foam camping pillow is gone. He pulls up the corner of his bed and looks underneath it. “Have you seen my…” he starts. Before he can finish the sentence, the small pillow smacks him in the side of the head and falls onto his bed.
Riley just nods. “Good,” he says. “And let me just take a moment to thank you for your unfailing maturity, Angel. I know some guys who would let the past get in the way of what's important here.”
Angel doesn’t say anything. He doesn't actually seem to have moved at all, not even opened his eyes. There’s a tiny satisfied smirk hidden at the corner of his mouth, though.
Riley flips onto his back and stuffs the pillow beneath his head. “Two hundred and fifty years old,” he muses aloud, “and he’s throwing pillows like a preteen.”
“That isn’t a pillow,” Angel snorts. “It’s barely a shoulder pad.”
Riley rolls his eyes. “Whatever,” he says.
They lie there in silence for a few minutes, side by side on their pallets. Riley taps his fingertips lightly against the dogtag resting on his bare chest. Angel is completely still. He's awake, though.
Suddenly (at a strategically timed moment), Riley reaches over and yanks Angel's own small pillow out from beneath his head. Angel's head falls back with a thunk and he opens his eyes, glares up at the ceiling of the tent. His jaw clenches.
Riley bites back a grin as he shoves this pillow underneath his own head on top of the other one. "Sorry - you weren't using that, were you?" he asks innocently. "I just needed a pad for my shoul--"
Before he can even finish, his head hits the ground. Angel has snatched both pillows out from under him. Riley turns toward him to glare and watches in disbelief as Angel opens the tent flap and one pillow goes flying out into the sunlight. Angel turns back to him with feigned innocence. "Gee, I'm sorry Riley," he says. "It must have slipped out of my hands. You weren't using it, were you?"
Riley narrows his eyes. "No, that's okay," he says. "I believe this one is mine." He grabs the remaining pillow from Angel and places it firmly beneath his head. "But if you want to go get the other one, don't let me stop you. No, seriously."
They glare at each other for a long moment. Then Angel puts out his hand, palm up. "Give it to me," he says, eyes flicking to the pillow and then back to Riley's face.
Riley's got a death grip on the little foam square. "No," he says.
Angel's expression hardens even more. "Give me the pillow," he says.
"As. If," Riley responds. The pillow suddenly becomes something very precious. It’s like the Constitution, or a Honus Wagner rookie card. He's not giving it up without a fight.
"Give it to me," Angel says, voice low, "and I won't kill you. Today."
Riley responds in the same tone, "You're not touching this damn pillow."
"This is your warning," Angel growls quietly. He's sitting up, leaning on one hand, the other still held out like he's offering Riley the chance to make the right decision here and just hand it over.
Riley's lying on his back, both hands firmly gripping the pillow beneath his head. "It's mine," he says.
They stare at each other, unmoving, for a full minute. Then Angel attacks.
On any normal day, it would have been a short struggle, but Angel hasn't eaten anything in the last few days and is a bit weaker than usual. He compensates for his reduced strength by climbing right on top of Riley and straddling his hips as he yanks at the pillow. This takes Riley completely by surprise - they haven't actually touched at all since they arrived, not even a simple brush-by - but he can't reach up to try and push Angel off him because then he'd have to let go of the pillow, and there's no way he's doing that, not ever. He tries to buck Angel off of his body, but he can't really move much under the vampire's weight, and the erratic movement of his hips between Angel's legs only causes their crotches to rub together, which, as soon as they realize what's happening, makes them both pause awkwardly.
Riley looks down to where their bodies are touching. His boxers, which are green with pears on them, are pressed snugly against the ones Angel is wearing, which are pale blue. Both pairs are his, and he suddenly thinks about the fact that Angel is wearing his underwear, and he can't decide whether or not that should gross him out. He hadn't really thought about it when he offered them to the vampire.
In the split second that Riley's attention is focused elsewhere, Angel recovers from having just been accidentally molested and snatches the pillow out from underneath Riley's head. He beats him with it several times in rapid succession: flump flump flump flump.
"Are you kidding me?!" Riley blurts out. He quickly crosses his arms over his face to block the forceful pillow-lashing. The foam square bounces off his arms, and it doesn't hurt, and he almost laughs but is too annoyed with himself for letting down his guard and allowing Angel to get the pillow.
Eventually, point made, Angel stops. He looks at the dumb square in his hands, and sort of shakes his head as though he can't believe he's actually been reduced to trying to kill this guy with a soft camping accessory.
This is Riley's moment, and he doesn't hesitate. He wrenches the pillow out of Angel's grip and launches a swift counterattack, several quick blows landing against Angel's thighs and stomach. Riley tries to sit up so he can come at Angel from a higher position and possibly hit him in the face, but he's still trapped underneath the vampire, and trying to wriggle out from under him only rubs parts of him against parts of Angel that he should definitely not be rubbing against, so he settles for wild upper-body flailing and hopes Angel will lean down and put his face in the way of the pillow.
Angel has always been one to recognize an advantage when he has it. The boy is effectively pinned between his thighs and is trying to distract him from that fact by bashing the pillow against any part of Angel that he can reach. At first Angel decides to grab Riley's wrists and pin those down too to stop the boy's movements, but Riley's arms are quick and that damn pillow is blocking Angel from getting at him, so he changes tactics. Angel slips his hands down by Riley's sides and lightly runs his fingertips up the boy's smooth skin, tickling him.
Riley gasps and reflexively jerks his arms down to his sides, stopping Angel's fingers. He stares, surprised and furious, at the vampire, who just smirks and snatches the pillow away from the boy. Smacks him in the face with it.
With a scowl, Riley reaches up and again wrenches the pillow away from Angel, who lets it go without much of a fuss. He's still got the boy pinned down, and it's kind of fun watching him struggle. As soon as Riley has a grip on the small soft square, Angel starts tickling him again.
Riley's body jerks and spasms under Angel's fingers. Holy crap, this is low, even for a vampire. He bites his lip to keep from giggling and tries using the pillow to block Angel's hands, which suddenly seem to be everywhere at once, all over his stomach and his sides and gah! Even under his arms! He wishes he hadn't taken off his shirt when he entered the tent; now he's got no protection whatsoever from the amazingly accurate onslaught. "Stop!" he finally gasps out on a long, uncontrollable laugh. "Angel... stop! Get your... hands... off!" He can't stop laughing, and he hates that he's laughing, but shit, it tickles!
"I'll stop when you give me the pillow," Angel says, knowing that will never happen. Riley's giggling too hard to answer, but he shakes his head no, so Angel doesn't stop. Riley's struggling and gasping and wriggling and laughing under Angel, and he's trying again to buck Angel off of his body, rubbing parts be damned. Angel's not budging, though. He's planted firmly on Riley's thighs, leaning forward a bit to pinch and tickle the boy's sensitive skin, watching the muscles twitch and jump beneath it. Their parts are still bumping and rubbing together, and yeah Angel notices - okay, so he's very aware of it - but he can't bring himself to stop long enough to shift so that it won't happen, so it goes on happening, the bumping and the rubbing.
And they start to get hard.
Neither one of them acknowledges it. They both realize, of course, but it's not something worth halting the battle over, and it's definitely not gay in any way, just a thing that happens to every guy when his dick gets rubbed over and over. It would happen to anyone. Right now they're not thinking about it anyway; Riley's concentrating on protecting the innocent pillow from the vicious vampire, and Angel's concentrating on torturing his helpless victim. They are much too busy to care that their cocks are becoming almost perfectly aligned, and the alignment of their cocks has absolutely nothing to do with Angel's spreading his thighs a little further and bearing down harder on Riley's body. That's just to hold the boy down better while he tortures him.
And when Riley, still gasping and clutching the pillow to his chest, changes the movement of his hips just a little bit so that his dick seems to be rubbing back and forth deliberately against Angel's, that's completely accidental. He's just trying to escape. So it only follows that Angel has to slide his hands up Riley's smooth chest beneath the pillow to hold the boy still, and he can't help it if his thumbs flick over Riley's nipples a couple of times while he gets a comfortable grip - and he certainly can't help it if the flicking causes the boy's dick to twitch against his.
That's when Riley stops squirming. He goes completely still, and Angel stills himself as well. They look at each other. A moment passes between them while they look into each other's eyes, Angel's hands still resting on Riley's chest under the pillow, their cocks pressed against one another through two pairs of boxers. It's a moment of some kind of understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of what's suddenly happening to them even though they don't like each other, and in that moment, it becomes clear to them both how this could end, if they let it. They both look down at the pillow covering Angel's hands. Very slowly, Riley drags it away and leaves it on the floor by his side.
It's up to Angel. He can claim the pillow as the spoils of war and climb off the boy, and that night they can go back to each trying to prove himself a better hunter than the other, or he can leave the pillow where it is and leave his hands where they are and maybe that night something completely different could happen. He kind of likes the idea of that. So Angel makes a decision, and he runs his hands over Riley's chest again, swirling his thumbs around the two stiff little nubs before pinching them and tugging.
The sensation rides a hot wire straight to Riley's cock. He swallows and closes his eyes, and he lets himself be a little angry at what he's about to do, but a moment later he's giving in to his body's urgent demand and shifting his hips, rubbing his hard dick against Angel's, and this time there's no denying that it was on purpose. When he shifts again, Angel's moving too. The cotton boxers are pulling back and forth over the head of Riley's cock while the vampire moves against him, and he inhales quietly through his mouth, reaches down to grip Angel's thighs.
Angel leans forward over the boy, puts one hand on the ground beside Riley's head and uses the other to touch him, to glide over his skin and play with his nipples and scratch lightly at his sides, following the scratches with soothing fingertips. It doesn't tickle anymore, or it does but in a different way, and Riley's still moving beneath him, but he’s not trying to escape. Angel thrusts against him continuously, and he listens to Riley breathe out, but it's not loud enough to be a moan. Not quite.
Without moving his crotch away from Riley's, Angel slides his knees back on the thin pallet, so that he's more lying on top of the boy than sitting on him. He keeps up the rubbing, grinding their cocks tightly against each other through thin, dampening material. Riley's hands move up Angel's flanks to his lower back and slip underneath the borrowed t-shirt, then down under the waistband of the pale blue boxers. He curves his hands over the vampire's ass and squeezes, marks him with blunt fingernails. Angel grunts softly and thrusts again, leans down to nip at the boy's collarbone with his teeth, a cool tongue quickly following the little bite. Riley's eyes are closed. He tastes like salt and coconuts. Angel tries not to think about how hungry he is.
Riley's lips are parted slightly and he's breathing through his mouth in little gasps that match the timing of Angel's thrusts against him. He keeps opening his eyes to look at Angel, but they fall closed again whenever the vampire twists his hips a certain way, dragging his cock slowly up the underside of Riley's, which leaks a drop of warm precum each time, wetting the fabric of both of their boxers. He tightens his grip on Angel's ass and arches up beneath him, wanting to speed the thrusts, but Angel takes his slow time, grinding leisurely against the boy while he bites a stinging trail up Riley's neck and soothes it with his tongue.
Angel feels the rushing of the boy's blood against his lips. It pulses beneath his warm skin, and Angel comes this close to pricking the skin with his fangs and taking some - just a little. He doesn't do it, though. He goes on biting softly with blunt teeth, and Riley's hot breath is in his ear, and Riley's still not moaning, but he's a lot closer now than he was a moment ago. He's squeezing Angel's ass hard, digging his fingernails in as he humps against him, but he's just not getting enough friction. He needs more. Faster.
Riley flips them. It takes Angel by surprise. The boy pulls his hands out of Angel's boxers and pushes them up his back under the t-shirt, grabbing Angel to hold him still, and rolls to the side, pulling the vampire down underneath him. It only takes a second, and suddenly Angel's on his back with Riley lying in between his legs, still sliding their dicks together. One of Angel's hands shoots out to the side to steady himself, and he accidentally knocks one of the tent poles down, and the whole tent caves in on top of them. Now their bodies are moving and hunching against each other beneath this big canvas cover, and Angel lets out a chuckle at what it would look like to anyone else that happened by: two big animals fighting under a blanket.
Riley feels the tent come down around him, but he doesn't stop moving. He can't. He pushes Angel's t-shirt up, baring the vampire's chest, and leans down to bite at his nipples. He hears Angel's sharp intake of breath and smiles against the smooth flesh. The cool metal rectangle of Riley's dogtag is dangling down and resting against Angel's skin. Angel reaches up and pulls Riley down flat against him, so that both their chests and stomachs rub against each other as they move. Riley buries his face between Angel's neck and shoulder and breathes shallow gasping breaths against him, and Angel likes how alive the boy feels like this, a hot desperate thing. He scratches down Riley's back and shoves at the boy’s boxers, pushes them down. Riley pauses just long enough to yank his boxers down in the front as well, and his erection pops over the waistband and rubs naked over Angel's cloth-covered one. Yeah, that's what he needed. He shivers at the feeling.
Angel's t-shirt is still rucked up to his armpits and he leaves it that way, but he works a hand down in between their bellies and pushes at his underwear, trying to free his cock. Riley makes a displeased sound when he has to stop thrusting in order for Angel to pull the material down, but Angel grabs Riley's hard dick with his other hand, and tugs it a few times while he frees himself. "Jesus!" Riley gasps, and then Angel's cock is free as well, the elastic waistband of the underwear trapped behind his balls. The vampire wraps his hand around himself and Riley together and squeezes. Riley bites his bottom lip so he won't call out again, but he does hear himself make a strangled sound in his throat. He resumes sliding over Angel, his stiff nipples rubbing up and down Angel’s chest, thrusting his dick into the tight grip of Angel’s fist. The smooth skin of Angel's cock dragging along his length.
After a moment, Angel lets go just long enough to spit into his palm. Then he reaches down again and circles his hand around Riley, creating a slippery tunnel for the boy to fuck. Riley’s mouth falls open at the change in sensation and his head droops down, his hair brushing softly against Angel’s shoulder as he works his hips forward and back. A clear bead of liquid forms at the head of his cock and then drips down onto Angel’s, connecting them briefly by a thread. Another drop rolls down, and Riley exhales raggedly against Angel’s chest, his breath hot in the small space created by the collapsed tent.
When Angel starts rubbing his thumb back and forth slickly over the head of Riley’s dick, the boy stills, presses his forehead to Angel’s shoulder. His whole body trembles, and he tries to hold back, but it’s just too much. He comes with a soft cry, muffled into the cotton of Angel’s t-shirt. Angel milks Riley’s cock with hard, wet strokes, and the boy’s cum jets out between them in short bursts to land on Angel’s flat stomach, the last of it spilling warm over his fingers.
Before Riley thinks about what he’s doing, his lips are on Angel’s lips and they’re kissing, hard. He’s feeling high from the intensity of his orgasm, and they’re being crushed together by the light weight of the tent on his back and the tiny bit of dark air around them, and he kind of feels like he can’t breathe anymore, or that he’s breathing too much, but he lies there on top of the cool body of the vampire and kisses him anyway. He can feel Angel’s hand still moving between them, knuckles grazing his body, only this time Angel’s holding his own cock and not Riley’s. Riley hears the slick sliding sound of a fist moving quickly over flesh, and he thinks about the fact that Angel’s using his cum as a lubricant, and he kisses the vampire harder, uses his tongue, uses his teeth. While he rubs himself, Angel’s other hand scratches up the boy's back and pushes roughly into his hair, holds him still as they kiss.
Angel gasps into Riley’s mouth when he starts to come, and Riley feels the cool spurts against his stomach. He slides up, smears the cum between their bodies. He licks Angel’s lips, softening the kiss as the vampire comes down with long, shuddering breaths. It feels good to kiss like this, better than Riley would have guessed if he'd let himself think about it before. They continue to kiss lazily for a moment but eventually stop and just breathe. When Riley can no longer think of a reason to be on top of Angel, he finally, stickily, rolls off to the side. He lies there on his back next to the vampire. The stiff material of the tent sinks down slowly on top of them, and they can’t see each other, just hear each other breathing shallow breaths, and one wonders why the other is breathing at all, but after what has just happened, there’s not much he can consider strange anymore.
After a while, Angel says, “Your tent fell.” He raises his arm and pushes the canvas up, then puts his arm down and watches the material sink slowly.
“I’ll fix it,” Riley says. He doesn’t move. Cum is starting to dry on his stomach.
Angel pulls his t-shirt the rest of the way off and uses it to wipe himself clean. Then he pulls the blue boxers back up where they belong. He puts the soiled shirt off to one side, folds his arms behind his head, and closes his eyes.
Riley sits up, pushing the canvas up with him. He finds the same t-shirt, cleans himself off as well as he can, then secures the thick tent fabric back to its poles. Once the tent has been resurrected, Riley lies down on his small pallet beside Angel, stretching out in just his pear boxers and socks, still a little sweaty but much more relaxed than he had been before. Then he frowns and sits back up, looks around. He pulls up the corner of his bed and looks underneath it. “Have you seen my…” he starts. Before he can finish the sentence, the small pillow smacks him in the side of the head and falls onto his bed.
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Author: girlpire
Pairing: Angel/Riley
Rating: NC17 or Adult or FRAO
Disclaimer: This story is based on the "Angel" and "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" series, with which I am not affiliated in any way. Joss Whedon is my master, etc.
Distribution: Please no. kthnxbye. :)
Summary: Angel and Riley hump each other in a tent. (That's an even better summary than the one for Counting Out Loud!)
Warnings: Pillowfighting, Graphic penis rubbing... Do I have to warn that Riley's a main character? I know that puts some people off.
Author's Notes: I wrote this story for spankspike! She gave me a very specific request, and I present the finished product here. This is the second of two request fics that inspired our com, feedmykink, which is not quite up and running yet but promises to be wonderful.
Who knew Angel/Riley could be interesting? A monster, a tent, and shoulder pad all combine for hot snark, hot wrestling, and hot sex. That the plot actually makes sense is just gravy. Really hot, smooth gravy.
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Truce
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Angel and Riley have a called a truce.
It’s one of those things you have to do when you hunt demons together, especially when you’re in the middle of the desert hunting a sand demon. Sand demons can be in up to three places at once. If you’re not looking out for each other, it’s very easy for someone to find himself hanging upside-down over one of the creature’s three mouths, staring straight down into its first stomach. Angel only let that happen to Riley once, though. (Well, twice, but the boy deserved it the second time.)
So far they’ve managed to keep things civil. Mostly.
They’ve been tracking the demon across Death Valley National Park for a few nights, stopping to pitch a thick canvas tent before sunrise to protect the vampire. Angel still doesn’t know why he agreed to go hunting in a place known for its sun during the longest days of the year with a boy he really, really hates, unless it was just to prove that he’s the better hunter. Which of course he is, except that he’s at a significant disadvantage this time, what with being trapped in one place all day and having forgotten to pack a few certain bare essentials, like pajamas and blood and a shower. He didn’t anticipate it taking this long to kill the thing.
Riley, of course, came completely prepared. The bastard even brought an extra bedroll for Angel and, very politely (but smugly), allowed Angel to borrow a clean t-shirt and boxers to sleep in during the day. Riley lets Angel have the tent to himself in the early mornings and late afternoons, but he comes inside during the hottest part of the day and sleeps for a few hours as well. Angel’s glaring at him doesn’t keep him from snoring.
In the middle of the fourth day, Angel is lying on top of his thin unrolled bed wearing Riley’s clothes when Riley ducks into the tent, the light smell of salt and sunscreen clinging to his tanned skin. He’s come inside about an hour earlier than he usually does. “Hot out there,” he mutters by way of explanation. He strips off his tank top and uses it to wipe his face.
Angel doesn’t say anything. He’s got his eyes closed, his arms folded behind his head. He’s awake, though.
Riley takes off his shoes and then slips out of his cargo shorts as well, rolls them up and puts them to the side before stretching out on his own small bed in boxers and socks. Then he frowns and sits back up, looks around. His little foam camping pillow is gone. He pulls up the corner of his bed and looks underneath it. “Have you seen my…” he starts. Before he can finish the sentence, the small pillow smacks him in the side of the head and falls onto his bed.
Riley just nods. “Good,” he says. “And let me just take a moment to thank you for your unfailing maturity, Angel. I know some guys who would let the past get in the way of what's important here.”
Angel doesn’t say anything. He doesn't actually seem to have moved at all, not even opened his eyes. There’s a tiny satisfied smirk hidden at the corner of his mouth, though.
Riley flips onto his back and stuffs the pillow beneath his head. “Two hundred and fifty years old,” he muses aloud, “and he’s throwing pillows like a preteen.”
“That isn’t a pillow,” Angel snorts. “It’s barely a shoulder pad.”
Riley rolls his eyes. “Whatever,” he says.
They lie there in silence for a few minutes, side by side on their pallets. Riley taps his fingertips lightly against the dogtag resting on his bare chest. Angel is completely still. He's awake, though.
Suddenly (at a strategically timed moment), Riley reaches over and yanks Angel's own small pillow out from beneath his head. Angel's head falls back with a thunk and he opens his eyes, glares up at the ceiling of the tent. His jaw clenches.
Riley bites back a grin as he shoves this pillow underneath his own head on top of the other one. "Sorry - you weren't using that, were you?" he asks innocently. "I just needed a pad for my shoul--"
Before he can even finish, his head hits the ground. Angel has snatched both pillows out from under him. Riley turns toward him to glare and watches in disbelief as Angel opens the tent flap and one pillow goes flying out into the sunlight. Angel turns back to him with feigned innocence. "Gee, I'm sorry Riley," he says. "It must have slipped out of my hands. You weren't using it, were you?"
Riley narrows his eyes. "No, that's okay," he says. "I believe this one is mine." He grabs the remaining pillow from Angel and places it firmly beneath his head. "But if you want to go get the other one, don't let me stop you. No, seriously."
They glare at each other for a long moment. Then Angel puts out his hand, palm up. "Give it to me," he says, eyes flicking to the pillow and then back to Riley's face.
Riley's got a death grip on the little foam square. "No," he says.
Angel's expression hardens even more. "Give me the pillow," he says.
"As. If," Riley responds. The pillow suddenly becomes something very precious. It’s like the Constitution, or a Honus Wagner rookie card. He's not giving it up without a fight.
"Give it to me," Angel says, voice low, "and I won't kill you. Today."
Riley responds in the same tone, "You're not touching this damn pillow."
"This is your warning," Angel growls quietly. He's sitting up, leaning on one hand, the other still held out like he's offering Riley the chance to make the right decision here and just hand it over.
Riley's lying on his back, both hands firmly gripping the pillow beneath his head. "It's mine," he says.
They stare at each other, unmoving, for a full minute. Then Angel attacks.
On any normal day, it would have been a short struggle, but Angel hasn't eaten anything in the last few days and is a bit weaker than usual. He compensates for his reduced strength by climbing right on top of Riley and straddling his hips as he yanks at the pillow. This takes Riley completely by surprise - they haven't actually touched at all since they arrived, not even a simple brush-by - but he can't reach up to try and push Angel off him because then he'd have to let go of the pillow, and there's no way he's doing that, not ever. He tries to buck Angel off of his body, but he can't really move much under the vampire's weight, and the erratic movement of his hips between Angel's legs only causes their crotches to rub together, which, as soon as they realize what's happening, makes them both pause awkwardly.
Riley looks down to where their bodies are touching. His boxers, which are green with pears on them, are pressed snugly against the ones Angel is wearing, which are pale blue. Both pairs are his, and he suddenly thinks about the fact that Angel is wearing his underwear, and he can't decide whether or not that should gross him out. He hadn't really thought about it when he offered them to the vampire.
In the split second that Riley's attention is focused elsewhere, Angel recovers from having just been accidentally molested and snatches the pillow out from underneath Riley's head. He beats him with it several times in rapid succession: flump flump flump flump.
"Are you kidding me?!" Riley blurts out. He quickly crosses his arms over his face to block the forceful pillow-lashing. The foam square bounces off his arms, and it doesn't hurt, and he almost laughs but is too annoyed with himself for letting down his guard and allowing Angel to get the pillow.
Eventually, point made, Angel stops. He looks at the dumb square in his hands, and sort of shakes his head as though he can't believe he's actually been reduced to trying to kill this guy with a soft camping accessory.
This is Riley's moment, and he doesn't hesitate. He wrenches the pillow out of Angel's grip and launches a swift counterattack, several quick blows landing against Angel's thighs and stomach. Riley tries to sit up so he can come at Angel from a higher position and possibly hit him in the face, but he's still trapped underneath the vampire, and trying to wriggle out from under him only rubs parts of him against parts of Angel that he should definitely not be rubbing against, so he settles for wild upper-body flailing and hopes Angel will lean down and put his face in the way of the pillow.
Angel has always been one to recognize an advantage when he has it. The boy is effectively pinned between his thighs and is trying to distract him from that fact by bashing the pillow against any part of Angel that he can reach. At first Angel decides to grab Riley's wrists and pin those down too to stop the boy's movements, but Riley's arms are quick and that damn pillow is blocking Angel from getting at him, so he changes tactics. Angel slips his hands down by Riley's sides and lightly runs his fingertips up the boy's smooth skin, tickling him.
Riley gasps and reflexively jerks his arms down to his sides, stopping Angel's fingers. He stares, surprised and furious, at the vampire, who just smirks and snatches the pillow away from the boy. Smacks him in the face with it.
With a scowl, Riley reaches up and again wrenches the pillow away from Angel, who lets it go without much of a fuss. He's still got the boy pinned down, and it's kind of fun watching him struggle. As soon as Riley has a grip on the small soft square, Angel starts tickling him again.
Riley's body jerks and spasms under Angel's fingers. Holy crap, this is low, even for a vampire. He bites his lip to keep from giggling and tries using the pillow to block Angel's hands, which suddenly seem to be everywhere at once, all over his stomach and his sides and gah! Even under his arms! He wishes he hadn't taken off his shirt when he entered the tent; now he's got no protection whatsoever from the amazingly accurate onslaught. "Stop!" he finally gasps out on a long, uncontrollable laugh. "Angel... stop! Get your... hands... off!" He can't stop laughing, and he hates that he's laughing, but shit, it tickles!
"I'll stop when you give me the pillow," Angel says, knowing that will never happen. Riley's giggling too hard to answer, but he shakes his head no, so Angel doesn't stop. Riley's struggling and gasping and wriggling and laughing under Angel, and he's trying again to buck Angel off of his body, rubbing parts be damned. Angel's not budging, though. He's planted firmly on Riley's thighs, leaning forward a bit to pinch and tickle the boy's sensitive skin, watching the muscles twitch and jump beneath it. Their parts are still bumping and rubbing together, and yeah Angel notices - okay, so he's very aware of it - but he can't bring himself to stop long enough to shift so that it won't happen, so it goes on happening, the bumping and the rubbing.
And they start to get hard.
Neither one of them acknowledges it. They both realize, of course, but it's not something worth halting the battle over, and it's definitely not gay in any way, just a thing that happens to every guy when his dick gets rubbed over and over. It would happen to anyone. Right now they're not thinking about it anyway; Riley's concentrating on protecting the innocent pillow from the vicious vampire, and Angel's concentrating on torturing his helpless victim. They are much too busy to care that their cocks are becoming almost perfectly aligned, and the alignment of their cocks has absolutely nothing to do with Angel's spreading his thighs a little further and bearing down harder on Riley's body. That's just to hold the boy down better while he tortures him.
And when Riley, still gasping and clutching the pillow to his chest, changes the movement of his hips just a little bit so that his dick seems to be rubbing back and forth deliberately against Angel's, that's completely accidental. He's just trying to escape. So it only follows that Angel has to slide his hands up Riley's smooth chest beneath the pillow to hold the boy still, and he can't help it if his thumbs flick over Riley's nipples a couple of times while he gets a comfortable grip - and he certainly can't help it if the flicking causes the boy's dick to twitch against his.
That's when Riley stops squirming. He goes completely still, and Angel stills himself as well. They look at each other. A moment passes between them while they look into each other's eyes, Angel's hands still resting on Riley's chest under the pillow, their cocks pressed against one another through two pairs of boxers. It's a moment of some kind of understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of what's suddenly happening to them even though they don't like each other, and in that moment, it becomes clear to them both how this could end, if they let it. They both look down at the pillow covering Angel's hands. Very slowly, Riley drags it away and leaves it on the floor by his side.
It's up to Angel. He can claim the pillow as the spoils of war and climb off the boy, and that night they can go back to each trying to prove himself a better hunter than the other, or he can leave the pillow where it is and leave his hands where they are and maybe that night something completely different could happen. He kind of likes the idea of that. So Angel makes a decision, and he runs his hands over Riley's chest again, swirling his thumbs around the two stiff little nubs before pinching them and tugging.
The sensation rides a hot wire straight to Riley's cock. He swallows and closes his eyes, and he lets himself be a little angry at what he's about to do, but a moment later he's giving in to his body's urgent demand and shifting his hips, rubbing his hard dick against Angel's, and this time there's no denying that it was on purpose. When he shifts again, Angel's moving too. The cotton boxers are pulling back and forth over the head of Riley's cock while the vampire moves against him, and he inhales quietly through his mouth, reaches down to grip Angel's thighs.
Angel leans forward over the boy, puts one hand on the ground beside Riley's head and uses the other to touch him, to glide over his skin and play with his nipples and scratch lightly at his sides, following the scratches with soothing fingertips. It doesn't tickle anymore, or it does but in a different way, and Riley's still moving beneath him, but he’s not trying to escape. Angel thrusts against him continuously, and he listens to Riley breathe out, but it's not loud enough to be a moan. Not quite.
Without moving his crotch away from Riley's, Angel slides his knees back on the thin pallet, so that he's more lying on top of the boy than sitting on him. He keeps up the rubbing, grinding their cocks tightly against each other through thin, dampening material. Riley's hands move up Angel's flanks to his lower back and slip underneath the borrowed t-shirt, then down under the waistband of the pale blue boxers. He curves his hands over the vampire's ass and squeezes, marks him with blunt fingernails. Angel grunts softly and thrusts again, leans down to nip at the boy's collarbone with his teeth, a cool tongue quickly following the little bite. Riley's eyes are closed. He tastes like salt and coconuts. Angel tries not to think about how hungry he is.
Riley's lips are parted slightly and he's breathing through his mouth in little gasps that match the timing of Angel's thrusts against him. He keeps opening his eyes to look at Angel, but they fall closed again whenever the vampire twists his hips a certain way, dragging his cock slowly up the underside of Riley's, which leaks a drop of warm precum each time, wetting the fabric of both of their boxers. He tightens his grip on Angel's ass and arches up beneath him, wanting to speed the thrusts, but Angel takes his slow time, grinding leisurely against the boy while he bites a stinging trail up Riley's neck and soothes it with his tongue.
Angel feels the rushing of the boy's blood against his lips. It pulses beneath his warm skin, and Angel comes this close to pricking the skin with his fangs and taking some - just a little. He doesn't do it, though. He goes on biting softly with blunt teeth, and Riley's hot breath is in his ear, and Riley's still not moaning, but he's a lot closer now than he was a moment ago. He's squeezing Angel's ass hard, digging his fingernails in as he humps against him, but he's just not getting enough friction. He needs more. Faster.
Riley flips them. It takes Angel by surprise. The boy pulls his hands out of Angel's boxers and pushes them up his back under the t-shirt, grabbing Angel to hold him still, and rolls to the side, pulling the vampire down underneath him. It only takes a second, and suddenly Angel's on his back with Riley lying in between his legs, still sliding their dicks together. One of Angel's hands shoots out to the side to steady himself, and he accidentally knocks one of the tent poles down, and the whole tent caves in on top of them. Now their bodies are moving and hunching against each other beneath this big canvas cover, and Angel lets out a chuckle at what it would look like to anyone else that happened by: two big animals fighting under a blanket.
Riley feels the tent come down around him, but he doesn't stop moving. He can't. He pushes Angel's t-shirt up, baring the vampire's chest, and leans down to bite at his nipples. He hears Angel's sharp intake of breath and smiles against the smooth flesh. The cool metal rectangle of Riley's dogtag is dangling down and resting against Angel's skin. Angel reaches up and pulls Riley down flat against him, so that both their chests and stomachs rub against each other as they move. Riley buries his face between Angel's neck and shoulder and breathes shallow gasping breaths against him, and Angel likes how alive the boy feels like this, a hot desperate thing. He scratches down Riley's back and shoves at the boy’s boxers, pushes them down. Riley pauses just long enough to yank his boxers down in the front as well, and his erection pops over the waistband and rubs naked over Angel's cloth-covered one. Yeah, that's what he needed. He shivers at the feeling.
Angel's t-shirt is still rucked up to his armpits and he leaves it that way, but he works a hand down in between their bellies and pushes at his underwear, trying to free his cock. Riley makes a displeased sound when he has to stop thrusting in order for Angel to pull the material down, but Angel grabs Riley's hard dick with his other hand, and tugs it a few times while he frees himself. "Jesus!" Riley gasps, and then Angel's cock is free as well, the elastic waistband of the underwear trapped behind his balls. The vampire wraps his hand around himself and Riley together and squeezes. Riley bites his bottom lip so he won't call out again, but he does hear himself make a strangled sound in his throat. He resumes sliding over Angel, his stiff nipples rubbing up and down Angel’s chest, thrusting his dick into the tight grip of Angel’s fist. The smooth skin of Angel's cock dragging along his length.
After a moment, Angel lets go just long enough to spit into his palm. Then he reaches down again and circles his hand around Riley, creating a slippery tunnel for the boy to fuck. Riley’s mouth falls open at the change in sensation and his head droops down, his hair brushing softly against Angel’s shoulder as he works his hips forward and back. A clear bead of liquid forms at the head of his cock and then drips down onto Angel’s, connecting them briefly by a thread. Another drop rolls down, and Riley exhales raggedly against Angel’s chest, his breath hot in the small space created by the collapsed tent.
When Angel starts rubbing his thumb back and forth slickly over the head of Riley’s dick, the boy stills, presses his forehead to Angel’s shoulder. His whole body trembles, and he tries to hold back, but it’s just too much. He comes with a soft cry, muffled into the cotton of Angel’s t-shirt. Angel milks Riley’s cock with hard, wet strokes, and the boy’s cum jets out between them in short bursts to land on Angel’s flat stomach, the last of it spilling warm over his fingers.
Before Riley thinks about what he’s doing, his lips are on Angel’s lips and they’re kissing, hard. He’s feeling high from the intensity of his orgasm, and they’re being crushed together by the light weight of the tent on his back and the tiny bit of dark air around them, and he kind of feels like he can’t breathe anymore, or that he’s breathing too much, but he lies there on top of the cool body of the vampire and kisses him anyway. He can feel Angel’s hand still moving between them, knuckles grazing his body, only this time Angel’s holding his own cock and not Riley’s. Riley hears the slick sliding sound of a fist moving quickly over flesh, and he thinks about the fact that Angel’s using his cum as a lubricant, and he kisses the vampire harder, uses his tongue, uses his teeth. While he rubs himself, Angel’s other hand scratches up the boy's back and pushes roughly into his hair, holds him still as they kiss.
Angel gasps into Riley’s mouth when he starts to come, and Riley feels the cool spurts against his stomach. He slides up, smears the cum between their bodies. He licks Angel’s lips, softening the kiss as the vampire comes down with long, shuddering breaths. It feels good to kiss like this, better than Riley would have guessed if he'd let himself think about it before. They continue to kiss lazily for a moment but eventually stop and just breathe. When Riley can no longer think of a reason to be on top of Angel, he finally, stickily, rolls off to the side. He lies there on his back next to the vampire. The stiff material of the tent sinks down slowly on top of them, and they can’t see each other, just hear each other breathing shallow breaths, and one wonders why the other is breathing at all, but after what has just happened, there’s not much he can consider strange anymore.
After a while, Angel says, “Your tent fell.” He raises his arm and pushes the canvas up, then puts his arm down and watches the material sink slowly.
“I’ll fix it,” Riley says. He doesn’t move. Cum is starting to dry on his stomach.
Angel pulls his t-shirt the rest of the way off and uses it to wipe himself clean. Then he pulls the blue boxers back up where they belong. He puts the soiled shirt off to one side, folds his arms behind his head, and closes his eyes.
Riley sits up, pushing the canvas up with him. He finds the same t-shirt, cleans himself off as well as he can, then secures the thick tent fabric back to its poles. Once the tent has been resurrected, Riley lies down on his small pallet beside Angel, stretching out in just his pear boxers and socks, still a little sweaty but much more relaxed than he had been before. Then he frowns and sits back up, looks around. He pulls up the corner of his bed and looks underneath it. “Have you seen my…” he starts. Before he can finish the sentence, the small pillow smacks him in the side of the head and falls onto his bed.
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