FIC: Past and Pending; AU Lorne/Zelenka; NC-17 [2/3]
Title: Past and Pending (2/3) [AU]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Evan Lorne/Radek Zelenka
Summary: Radek find Evan Lorne under a tree. A love story.
4. cizí
Laura Cadman was a classmate of Evan’s at Pratt. She dropped out too, and now she sits in a dusty out-of-the-way vintage shop below 14th street, sewing costumes and gluing beads and painstakingly sewing LED’s to leotards and shoes and leggings behind the counter. When customers wander in, she smiles and tells them to holler if they need anything.
When Evan brings Radek to see her, she drops what she’s doing and rounds the counter, a ball of blond energy flinging itself at Evan in a flurry of soft sweater and scuffed suede.
"I think you’ll fall in love with her," Evan had said as they disembarked their subway car. "She’s a math genius, invented a theorem when she was thirteen. Didn’t do the proofs, though. They gave it to some post-grad to complete, probably. She was in the school play-didn’t have the time."
The description is overlaid with affection and amusement. "She comes from a military family. Black sheep of her family, but the darling of everyone else. She’s tough, really tough, and weird as she is hardcore. You’re going to like her, I know you’re going to like her."
Radek immediately does.
Laura has a drawl to her voice, the constant sound of a smile in her speech. She wears her hair in a messy French plait, no makeup, and could pass for a ballerina taking a rest in her leggings, legwarmers, tank top and the wrap around sweater hanging loosely off her frame.
She takes one look at Radek and beams, "You’re the scientist."
"I am?" Radek glances at Evan, ducks his head and smiles, and then nods before looking back up at Laura. "Yes, I am. The scientist."
"He’s never brought me anyone," Laura says, heading back to her counter. She gestures to some chairs with price tags pinned to the upholstery, "Sit. But then he brings me you, and from what I hear, you’re a genius. It’s very interesting."
"Ah, yes?" Radek shrugs out of his jacket and unwinds his scarf before sitting down on the ugliest, most comfortable chair in the world.
"Laura thinks she’s my mother," Evan says fondly.
"I don’t!" She protests. She has picked up an unidentifiable bundle of slinky blue fabric, shot through with embroidery in black, speckled with glittering sequins. She shakes it out to show it off. It’s a dress, and looks something like what a figure skater might wear. "For Lorenza’s one-woman next week."
Evan is getting comfortable in the chair nearest Radek, and he nods. "Looks good. Very sparkly. She’ll like that."
"Mm," Laura agrees. "Once this is finished I can get started on the bits and pieces for your show."
"You are doing a show?" Radek starts, "What kind of-"
"I’m not doing a show. Or a piece. Or anything Laura decides to call it."
Evan glares at Laura, but she just smiles and folds the blue skater-dress carefully. "I have written it for you, so you’re going to have to do it. Or else you will live with the knowledge that you have failed me, your art and humanity. Face it, Lorne, you’re doing the piece."
Evan looks over at Radek, sighing. Radek quirks one eyebrow, "Piece?"
"Performance art." Evan sneers, mock-shuddering. "And I’m not doing it."
"He doesn’t even know what it is," Laura provides helpfully.
"I don’t do performance art."
"You will, though. When you see.
"No."
Radek's eyes flick back and forth over the two of them. Evan glares at Laura with his arms folded across his chest, but Laura is just grinning back as she shakes out a length of fabric.
"I think I'll break him, don't you Radek?" Laura says.
Evan throws up his hands. Radek huffs a laugh, "You are a very persistent woman. I think you could."
"Don't bet on it," Evan mutters. He plays with the brim of a dry-rotted straw hat on the shelf beside his chair.
Laura quirks an eyebrow. "Ten bucks says I'll get you to do it."
"I'd go for fifteen," Radek encourages "Maybe even twenty."
Evan chucks the hat at him and Radek fumbles for it, laughing.
**
Laura is perhaps the easiest person to like in the entire universe. Radek likes people, in general. He sometimes forgets that he does, because he spends so much time around people who work in his own field-and many people in Radek’s field would prefer a night in the sim lab alone to a night in the sim lab chatting amiably while the computers run the simulations in the background or, god forbid, a night out. Most conversations turn into arguments, and while Radek can hold his own there-he can always stop speaking English when his last nerve has been played-too much time in the lab can cause Radek to forget how nice people can actually be.
Radek liked Evan immediately, and it’s quite similar when he meets Laura. It’s something about them, a personality trait they share. It’s openness, an honest face and honest words. They don’t present themselves as novels for you to read at first glance; don’t offer up too much information at once. But they are free with words, with smiles, with teasing and conversation. It’s something Radek is drawn to, something he isn’t accustomed to, but something he could get used to.
Also, twenty minutes after their arrival at the store, Laura proposes a game of Prime/Not Prime and as predicted, Radek falls in love with her.
**
Over the next months (freezing New York City winter) Radek attends Lorenza’s one-woman show (Lorenza is a friend of a friend who became just a friend, and she is involved in performance art, two words Evan simply can not utter without venom) and it perplexes him (there is wailing, laughing, poetry and music, with some interpretive dance to shake things up here or there) and gives him reason to kiss away the scowl on Evan’s face.
"Laura is still harping on her idea for me," Evan grumbles later, when they are huddled together in a cab bound for Murray Hill and Radek’s walkup.
"Well…surely, it wouldn’t be like…that. What we just saw."
Evan snorts. "No, it would be worse."
"She says it’s about you. What does she mean?"
"Knowing Laura, it probably means me, naked, on a box, on a stage, for two hours. She’ll call it art."
"Well," Radek says reasonably, "Isn’t it?"
Evan gives him a withering look, but it doesn’t last. He snorts again, shakes his head and the frown is shaken off and replaced with a smile. He tilts his head back against the seat and lolls toward Radek. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Doctor."
5. Vášnivý
There is a winter weather advisory on the news. Radek snorts and turns it off. He twists around in his chair to look at Evan, perched by the window on a wooden stool. Beyond, snow is coming down in droves over Brooklyn.
Evan’s apartment is unbearably hot since the boiler went berserk last week and the temperatures inside have skyrocketed. Evan is shirtless, the legs of his plaid pajama pants rolled up to the knees. His feet are bare, toes curled around the top rung of the stool. The window is cracked and a little steamy.
They would go to Radek’s place in the city were it not for an unfortunate bed bug problem on the third floor of his building and the apocalyptic weather outside. Heat problems aside, Radek is content where he is. He has exams in a stack at his elbow, coffee to his left, and Evan is painting half-naked by the window. It is, he thinks, the perfect day.
As Evan paints, Radek watches as the reds and oranges that had seemed so shapeless only an hour ago take form as a network of vein-like tendrils, twisting and wrapping around one another, forming a web that covers something underneath. Radek has no idea what it is, but it is both real and surreal. It could be muscle cording over bone, were it not for the fact that whatever Evan is painting appears to undulate over something that is gunmetal gray, nearly blue.
Radek tosses down his red pen and stands to stretch. Evan glances over his shoulder.
"Had enough of classical mechanics?"
"I had enough long ago," Radek mutters, pushing on his lower back and feeling bones and muscles pop. He looks at Evan’s painting and can almost see the shift that is happening under his own skin in the brushstrokes. "I’m too old for teaching. The sitting alone is enough to want to quit."
"You should try yoga," Evan remarks, setting aside his brushes and the palette of oils.
"You only want to get me into one of those ridiculous outfits."
"That, and downward dog is never hard to look at."
Radek smirks, tugs at the collar of his t-shirt, which is a bit sticky in the warmth of the apartment. "Why not skip yoga all together?"
"Need some limbering up, Dr. Zelenka?"
"Are you offering?"
Evan springs up from his stool and practically bounces across the room, bare feet slapping on hardwood. His arms come up around Radek's neck and he grins. "You sure you're up for it?"
Radek presses closer, pulling Evan in by the hips. "The question is, I think, are you?"
Evan laughs low, dropping his lips to the patch of skin below Radek's ear. He flicks his tongue out to taste, then presses his mouth firmly to the spot, sucking softly then backing off with a nip that sends a shiver down Radek's spine. "Oh," Evan says, his lips brushing the shell of Radek's ear, "I think I can manage."
Radek laughs and starts for the bed, tugging Evan with him, but Evan tugs back with more strength than Radek is prepared for. He finds himself reeled back in, held tight to Evan's chest with Evan's hot mouth over his and their hips pressed firmly together. Radek hums into the kiss, and tries to walk backwards, urging Evan to move with him. Evan doesn't budge, and Radek makes an impatient sound that earns a low chuckle.
"Impatient?" Evan says, pulling back enough that Radek can see the mischief in his eyes.
"A little, yes." Radek shifts, still trying to coerce Evan towards the bed.
"We're not going over there."
Radek raises his eyebrows. "The lube is over there."
"Ah," Evan snaps his fingers. "Right. C'mere, then."
Evan leads Radek to the ratty couch and pushes him down on it. He holds up a finger and says, "Hang on a sec."
Radek takes this opportunity to strip off his t-shirt. It really is hot in the little studio apartment; the loss of fabric doesn't cool his skin by much. Evan returns, tossing a tube and a condom on the floor before pulling Radek up by the hands and setting his attention on getting Radek's shorts off.
Evan kneels on the floor while Radek steps out of the last of his clothes. He reaches out and pulls, knocking Radek off balance and sending him down to the floor. Radek catches himself before he flails backward, latching on to Evan's shoulders, wide-eyed.
"It's nice when you fall all over me." Evan says with a wink.
"You have too many clothes." Radek mutters, slipping his fingers inside the elastic at the back of Evan's pants.
"Mm."
Radek settles back on his heels so Evan has room to wriggle out of the lounge pants, then Evan tugs him close again, arranging them so that Evan is on his knees, feet under him, and Radek straddles his thighs. Radek fingers the thick white scar tissue along one tanned muscle and bites Evan's lower lip.
"Evan?"
"Mmm?"
"Why are we on the floor?"
Evan laughs and pushes Radek back to lean against the bottom of the couch, stretching him out, arranging Radek's legs over his own. "We're stretching," he says.
"Ah..." Radek blinks twice, slowly. "I'm really not that flexible."
"I think you're underestimating yourself." Evan says, holding the condom between two fingers, eyebrows raised. "Touch yourself, Radek."
Radek obeys without thought. Evan's voice goes straight to his cock, and the need to touch is overwhelming.
Evan is quick with lube to fingers, fingers to Radek's ass, laughing when Radek gasps and tightens his grip around his cock. "Good," Evan murmurs. "Hang on, don't--"
Radek squeezes tighter, clenches his jaw, as two fingers are worked inside him. A lot of preparation isn't necessary, considering the position Radek had been in the previous night. Twice. But Evan draws it out anyway, stroking in and out slowly, curling his index finger just so. Radek is flopped back, one arm supporting his weight against the sofa, his legs splayed open over Evan's hard thighs. He knows how he looks, spread and flushed with Evan's fingers fucking him ever harder. Radek pinches the base of his dick and wills himself not to come right there.
"You're gonna shake right out of your skin." Evan comments idly, so calm and smirking that Radek almost snaps at him--Shut up already and do it.
The need is removed, however, because Evan pulls his slick hand away and reaches for the condom again.
Radek growls under his breath, "Finally. Kříženec."
Evan shakes his head, smiling, thrusts his hips forward into his own hand, smoothing latex over his cock and then lube. "C'mere."
Radek distantly wonders if he is supposed to be moving somehow, but then Evan is hauling him by the legs, shifting the world without warning and Radek loses the support of the furniture. He saves his head from cracking on the hard floor by catching himself on his elbows. Evan is rising up on his knees, pulling Radek's legs up and further apart. and then somehow he's sliding inside and at this angle--
"Oh, God."
Radek might have said that, but no that was Evan. Evan, who had been so sly with his smile and his slow fingers, now with his head bent back and throat bared as he holds Radek open, holds him down without trying--Radek is beyond moving--twisted as he is, filled as he is. Evan pushes in, hard, and Radek swallows his own moans, fists his own cock again, and Evan talks.
"Jesus, Radek. You should see yourself--You're...Oh, my God--"
And rambles on, and on, more words than Radek is used to hearing from Evan. He feels each word like a spark, traveling down a line from the top of his head to the base of his cock. He tries to say he's too close, that Evan should stop talking before it all ends too quickly, but he can't seem to catch the breath to speak. Radek is bent backwards and gasping for air, one arm flung over his head, trying to push against the floor for leverage, but to no avail. His hips are off the floor, legs tangled in Evan's arms and hands and his back hurts and he's coming. Hard.
Radek is still seeing stars when Evan shudders and shouts, thrusting deep and babbling a litany of curses and endearments that Radek can't untangle through the fog he's in. He may even black out a bit while Evan pulls out with a groan, takes care of the condom, then starts yanking sofa cushions down to the floor. Radek finds himself arranged quite comfortably on top of them, with Evan's strong fingers working the muscles in Radek's back and thighs.
"That was not like yoga."
Evan laughs and lightly slaps Radek's thigh. "Not exactly."
"I'm going to Boston," Radek blurts. "Soon, for a physics convention. You should go with me."
Evan's fingers keep kneading and caressing, and he says, "Okay."
Later, Radek is half dressed again and pouring out his cold coffee. Evan is still naked, seemingly unaware of this fact, and standing with his hands on his hips in front of his painting.
"What is it?" Radek asks, still so relaxed from the impromptu massage that he doesn't think about prying before he does it.
Evan twists to look at Radek, muscles sliding and working under skin, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Radek imagines the hundreds of drawings of Evan's body and face rendered by amateur university students, and he wonders if any of them are good enough to capture the way Evan's eyes are always smiling.
"It's..." Evan sighs, turns back to the painting and shrugs. "It's just something I thought up one day."
Radek doesn't comment, though he knows that Evan would have looked at him when he spoke if he wasn't omitting the truth. He starts a new pot of coffee while Evan cleans his brushes and puts the painting in a corner, out of the way.
**
On to Part Three
Chapter titles: 4. alien, 5. burn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Evan Lorne/Radek Zelenka
Summary: Radek find Evan Lorne under a tree. A love story.
4. cizí
Laura Cadman was a classmate of Evan’s at Pratt. She dropped out too, and now she sits in a dusty out-of-the-way vintage shop below 14th street, sewing costumes and gluing beads and painstakingly sewing LED’s to leotards and shoes and leggings behind the counter. When customers wander in, she smiles and tells them to holler if they need anything.
When Evan brings Radek to see her, she drops what she’s doing and rounds the counter, a ball of blond energy flinging itself at Evan in a flurry of soft sweater and scuffed suede.
"I think you’ll fall in love with her," Evan had said as they disembarked their subway car. "She’s a math genius, invented a theorem when she was thirteen. Didn’t do the proofs, though. They gave it to some post-grad to complete, probably. She was in the school play-didn’t have the time."
The description is overlaid with affection and amusement. "She comes from a military family. Black sheep of her family, but the darling of everyone else. She’s tough, really tough, and weird as she is hardcore. You’re going to like her, I know you’re going to like her."
Radek immediately does.
Laura has a drawl to her voice, the constant sound of a smile in her speech. She wears her hair in a messy French plait, no makeup, and could pass for a ballerina taking a rest in her leggings, legwarmers, tank top and the wrap around sweater hanging loosely off her frame.
She takes one look at Radek and beams, "You’re the scientist."
"I am?" Radek glances at Evan, ducks his head and smiles, and then nods before looking back up at Laura. "Yes, I am. The scientist."
"He’s never brought me anyone," Laura says, heading back to her counter. She gestures to some chairs with price tags pinned to the upholstery, "Sit. But then he brings me you, and from what I hear, you’re a genius. It’s very interesting."
"Ah, yes?" Radek shrugs out of his jacket and unwinds his scarf before sitting down on the ugliest, most comfortable chair in the world.
"Laura thinks she’s my mother," Evan says fondly.
"I don’t!" She protests. She has picked up an unidentifiable bundle of slinky blue fabric, shot through with embroidery in black, speckled with glittering sequins. She shakes it out to show it off. It’s a dress, and looks something like what a figure skater might wear. "For Lorenza’s one-woman next week."
Evan is getting comfortable in the chair nearest Radek, and he nods. "Looks good. Very sparkly. She’ll like that."
"Mm," Laura agrees. "Once this is finished I can get started on the bits and pieces for your show."
"You are doing a show?" Radek starts, "What kind of-"
"I’m not doing a show. Or a piece. Or anything Laura decides to call it."
Evan glares at Laura, but she just smiles and folds the blue skater-dress carefully. "I have written it for you, so you’re going to have to do it. Or else you will live with the knowledge that you have failed me, your art and humanity. Face it, Lorne, you’re doing the piece."
Evan looks over at Radek, sighing. Radek quirks one eyebrow, "Piece?"
"Performance art." Evan sneers, mock-shuddering. "And I’m not doing it."
"He doesn’t even know what it is," Laura provides helpfully.
"I don’t do performance art."
"You will, though. When you see.
"No."
Radek's eyes flick back and forth over the two of them. Evan glares at Laura with his arms folded across his chest, but Laura is just grinning back as she shakes out a length of fabric.
"I think I'll break him, don't you Radek?" Laura says.
Evan throws up his hands. Radek huffs a laugh, "You are a very persistent woman. I think you could."
"Don't bet on it," Evan mutters. He plays with the brim of a dry-rotted straw hat on the shelf beside his chair.
Laura quirks an eyebrow. "Ten bucks says I'll get you to do it."
"I'd go for fifteen," Radek encourages "Maybe even twenty."
Evan chucks the hat at him and Radek fumbles for it, laughing.
**
Laura is perhaps the easiest person to like in the entire universe. Radek likes people, in general. He sometimes forgets that he does, because he spends so much time around people who work in his own field-and many people in Radek’s field would prefer a night in the sim lab alone to a night in the sim lab chatting amiably while the computers run the simulations in the background or, god forbid, a night out. Most conversations turn into arguments, and while Radek can hold his own there-he can always stop speaking English when his last nerve has been played-too much time in the lab can cause Radek to forget how nice people can actually be.
Radek liked Evan immediately, and it’s quite similar when he meets Laura. It’s something about them, a personality trait they share. It’s openness, an honest face and honest words. They don’t present themselves as novels for you to read at first glance; don’t offer up too much information at once. But they are free with words, with smiles, with teasing and conversation. It’s something Radek is drawn to, something he isn’t accustomed to, but something he could get used to.
Also, twenty minutes after their arrival at the store, Laura proposes a game of Prime/Not Prime and as predicted, Radek falls in love with her.
**
Over the next months (freezing New York City winter) Radek attends Lorenza’s one-woman show (Lorenza is a friend of a friend who became just a friend, and she is involved in performance art, two words Evan simply can not utter without venom) and it perplexes him (there is wailing, laughing, poetry and music, with some interpretive dance to shake things up here or there) and gives him reason to kiss away the scowl on Evan’s face.
"Laura is still harping on her idea for me," Evan grumbles later, when they are huddled together in a cab bound for Murray Hill and Radek’s walkup.
"Well…surely, it wouldn’t be like…that. What we just saw."
Evan snorts. "No, it would be worse."
"She says it’s about you. What does she mean?"
"Knowing Laura, it probably means me, naked, on a box, on a stage, for two hours. She’ll call it art."
"Well," Radek says reasonably, "Isn’t it?"
Evan gives him a withering look, but it doesn’t last. He snorts again, shakes his head and the frown is shaken off and replaced with a smile. He tilts his head back against the seat and lolls toward Radek. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Doctor."
5. Vášnivý
There is a winter weather advisory on the news. Radek snorts and turns it off. He twists around in his chair to look at Evan, perched by the window on a wooden stool. Beyond, snow is coming down in droves over Brooklyn.
Evan’s apartment is unbearably hot since the boiler went berserk last week and the temperatures inside have skyrocketed. Evan is shirtless, the legs of his plaid pajama pants rolled up to the knees. His feet are bare, toes curled around the top rung of the stool. The window is cracked and a little steamy.
They would go to Radek’s place in the city were it not for an unfortunate bed bug problem on the third floor of his building and the apocalyptic weather outside. Heat problems aside, Radek is content where he is. He has exams in a stack at his elbow, coffee to his left, and Evan is painting half-naked by the window. It is, he thinks, the perfect day.
As Evan paints, Radek watches as the reds and oranges that had seemed so shapeless only an hour ago take form as a network of vein-like tendrils, twisting and wrapping around one another, forming a web that covers something underneath. Radek has no idea what it is, but it is both real and surreal. It could be muscle cording over bone, were it not for the fact that whatever Evan is painting appears to undulate over something that is gunmetal gray, nearly blue.
Radek tosses down his red pen and stands to stretch. Evan glances over his shoulder.
"Had enough of classical mechanics?"
"I had enough long ago," Radek mutters, pushing on his lower back and feeling bones and muscles pop. He looks at Evan’s painting and can almost see the shift that is happening under his own skin in the brushstrokes. "I’m too old for teaching. The sitting alone is enough to want to quit."
"You should try yoga," Evan remarks, setting aside his brushes and the palette of oils.
"You only want to get me into one of those ridiculous outfits."
"That, and downward dog is never hard to look at."
Radek smirks, tugs at the collar of his t-shirt, which is a bit sticky in the warmth of the apartment. "Why not skip yoga all together?"
"Need some limbering up, Dr. Zelenka?"
"Are you offering?"
Evan springs up from his stool and practically bounces across the room, bare feet slapping on hardwood. His arms come up around Radek's neck and he grins. "You sure you're up for it?"
Radek presses closer, pulling Evan in by the hips. "The question is, I think, are you?"
Evan laughs low, dropping his lips to the patch of skin below Radek's ear. He flicks his tongue out to taste, then presses his mouth firmly to the spot, sucking softly then backing off with a nip that sends a shiver down Radek's spine. "Oh," Evan says, his lips brushing the shell of Radek's ear, "I think I can manage."
Radek laughs and starts for the bed, tugging Evan with him, but Evan tugs back with more strength than Radek is prepared for. He finds himself reeled back in, held tight to Evan's chest with Evan's hot mouth over his and their hips pressed firmly together. Radek hums into the kiss, and tries to walk backwards, urging Evan to move with him. Evan doesn't budge, and Radek makes an impatient sound that earns a low chuckle.
"Impatient?" Evan says, pulling back enough that Radek can see the mischief in his eyes.
"A little, yes." Radek shifts, still trying to coerce Evan towards the bed.
"We're not going over there."
Radek raises his eyebrows. "The lube is over there."
"Ah," Evan snaps his fingers. "Right. C'mere, then."
Evan leads Radek to the ratty couch and pushes him down on it. He holds up a finger and says, "Hang on a sec."
Radek takes this opportunity to strip off his t-shirt. It really is hot in the little studio apartment; the loss of fabric doesn't cool his skin by much. Evan returns, tossing a tube and a condom on the floor before pulling Radek up by the hands and setting his attention on getting Radek's shorts off.
Evan kneels on the floor while Radek steps out of the last of his clothes. He reaches out and pulls, knocking Radek off balance and sending him down to the floor. Radek catches himself before he flails backward, latching on to Evan's shoulders, wide-eyed.
"It's nice when you fall all over me." Evan says with a wink.
"You have too many clothes." Radek mutters, slipping his fingers inside the elastic at the back of Evan's pants.
"Mm."
Radek settles back on his heels so Evan has room to wriggle out of the lounge pants, then Evan tugs him close again, arranging them so that Evan is on his knees, feet under him, and Radek straddles his thighs. Radek fingers the thick white scar tissue along one tanned muscle and bites Evan's lower lip.
"Evan?"
"Mmm?"
"Why are we on the floor?"
Evan laughs and pushes Radek back to lean against the bottom of the couch, stretching him out, arranging Radek's legs over his own. "We're stretching," he says.
"Ah..." Radek blinks twice, slowly. "I'm really not that flexible."
"I think you're underestimating yourself." Evan says, holding the condom between two fingers, eyebrows raised. "Touch yourself, Radek."
Radek obeys without thought. Evan's voice goes straight to his cock, and the need to touch is overwhelming.
Evan is quick with lube to fingers, fingers to Radek's ass, laughing when Radek gasps and tightens his grip around his cock. "Good," Evan murmurs. "Hang on, don't--"
Radek squeezes tighter, clenches his jaw, as two fingers are worked inside him. A lot of preparation isn't necessary, considering the position Radek had been in the previous night. Twice. But Evan draws it out anyway, stroking in and out slowly, curling his index finger just so. Radek is flopped back, one arm supporting his weight against the sofa, his legs splayed open over Evan's hard thighs. He knows how he looks, spread and flushed with Evan's fingers fucking him ever harder. Radek pinches the base of his dick and wills himself not to come right there.
"You're gonna shake right out of your skin." Evan comments idly, so calm and smirking that Radek almost snaps at him--Shut up already and do it.
The need is removed, however, because Evan pulls his slick hand away and reaches for the condom again.
Radek growls under his breath, "Finally. Kříženec."
Evan shakes his head, smiling, thrusts his hips forward into his own hand, smoothing latex over his cock and then lube. "C'mere."
Radek distantly wonders if he is supposed to be moving somehow, but then Evan is hauling him by the legs, shifting the world without warning and Radek loses the support of the furniture. He saves his head from cracking on the hard floor by catching himself on his elbows. Evan is rising up on his knees, pulling Radek's legs up and further apart. and then somehow he's sliding inside and at this angle--
"Oh, God."
Radek might have said that, but no that was Evan. Evan, who had been so sly with his smile and his slow fingers, now with his head bent back and throat bared as he holds Radek open, holds him down without trying--Radek is beyond moving--twisted as he is, filled as he is. Evan pushes in, hard, and Radek swallows his own moans, fists his own cock again, and Evan talks.
"Jesus, Radek. You should see yourself--You're...Oh, my God--"
And rambles on, and on, more words than Radek is used to hearing from Evan. He feels each word like a spark, traveling down a line from the top of his head to the base of his cock. He tries to say he's too close, that Evan should stop talking before it all ends too quickly, but he can't seem to catch the breath to speak. Radek is bent backwards and gasping for air, one arm flung over his head, trying to push against the floor for leverage, but to no avail. His hips are off the floor, legs tangled in Evan's arms and hands and his back hurts and he's coming. Hard.
Radek is still seeing stars when Evan shudders and shouts, thrusting deep and babbling a litany of curses and endearments that Radek can't untangle through the fog he's in. He may even black out a bit while Evan pulls out with a groan, takes care of the condom, then starts yanking sofa cushions down to the floor. Radek finds himself arranged quite comfortably on top of them, with Evan's strong fingers working the muscles in Radek's back and thighs.
"That was not like yoga."
Evan laughs and lightly slaps Radek's thigh. "Not exactly."
"I'm going to Boston," Radek blurts. "Soon, for a physics convention. You should go with me."
Evan's fingers keep kneading and caressing, and he says, "Okay."
Later, Radek is half dressed again and pouring out his cold coffee. Evan is still naked, seemingly unaware of this fact, and standing with his hands on his hips in front of his painting.
"What is it?" Radek asks, still so relaxed from the impromptu massage that he doesn't think about prying before he does it.
Evan twists to look at Radek, muscles sliding and working under skin, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Radek imagines the hundreds of drawings of Evan's body and face rendered by amateur university students, and he wonders if any of them are good enough to capture the way Evan's eyes are always smiling.
"It's..." Evan sighs, turns back to the painting and shrugs. "It's just something I thought up one day."
Radek doesn't comment, though he knows that Evan would have looked at him when he spoke if he wasn't omitting the truth. He starts a new pot of coffee while Evan cleans his brushes and puts the painting in a corner, out of the way.
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On to Part Three
Chapter titles: 4. alien, 5. burn