That's Kinda Hot
Title: That's Kinda Hot
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Continuation of Tell Me I'm Wrong, Please... Stay, Not Yet, Don't
Maine stretched himself out long on the bed, a delighted little hum passing his lips before he recoiled and clutched Wash close. "That was..."
"Mmm hm," Wash hummed in agreement, and Maine chuckled, playing his fingers through his hair. Both were beyond satisfied; perfectly content and fulfilled. Maine had his eyes closed and a secretive smile played on his lips. He didn't even care that they were both a mess. They'd clean up later, right now he just wanted to lay here with his lover and never move again.
Wash had been laying beside him, but now edged up a little to stroke his face. His fingers outlined the deep bruises there. "Sorry about that," he said.
Maine just shook his head and smiled, cracking his eyes open to look at Wash. "Don't be. I deserved it."
"Yes, you did," Wash agreed and Maine chuckled again. "Still..." He leaned over and kissed the various sores he had left on his lover's face, the bruises, the split lip. Something about them was oddly arousing. "They are kind of sexy."
That was the first time Wash had given him a direct physical compliment and he opened his eyes the rest of the way, breaking into a grin. "Oh yah? Should I get you to beat me up more often? There's this cute little girl in Ops-"
Wash silenced him with a kiss, rolling to straddle his leg. "Don't you dare," he breathed as their lips parted for a moment.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Maine replied, pulling him back down. Their kiss eventually faded into an embrace, Maine clutching him close and just holding tight, unable to stop the niggling guilt he felt at how close he had come to losing him, how much he really had hurt him. He felt so good pressed to his chest, the warmth and feel of his naked body was actually comforting. "Wash?"
"Hm?"
Maine tightened his arms a little. "I meant what I said," he whispered, resting his cheek to Wash's.
Turning to face him again, brown eyes focused on blue, he tipped his head to one side. "When you said what?"
Maine just looked at him for a moment. He surely hadn't forgotten? "That... that I love you."
Washington's lips broke into a soft smile. "Just wanted to hear you say it again," he said. Maine gave a little sigh of relief and Wash scooted down to rest against Maine's chest and listen to his heart beat. Did he feel the same way? He must. Why else would he have been so angry? Can you truly hate someone that you don't truly love? Well, maybe, but still. He couldn't help the flutter of his heart whenever Maine was near, couldn't deny the way he felt in his arms, the way he felt when Maine kissed him.
When he had overheard South talking about having him last night, thought that he had been nothing more than a trifle, he had felt so utterly broken. That had quickly turned to rage. But now he understood. He had been so afraid of being hurt that he had kept Maine's affections almost at arm's length. What had he expected him to do? Fear of being hurt had lead to him being hurt, and he realized he couldn't live his life that way. He realized that as much as the new experiences were terrifying, he did want them; he wanted everything Maine had to offer him. And he realized,... "I love you. I love you, too."
A tight little core of warmth began to spread through Maine's chest and he passed his hand over Wash's head. He sighed and relaxed. It had been close, all this could have been gone in an instant, but somehow fate had granted him a pass. Washington was still here in his arms. He said a silent thank you to whoever might be listening.
They both lay in silence for a while, Wash listening to Maine's heart, Maine stroking his head gently. Maine couldn't help but feel relieved that he had finally been able to be with Wash like he had wanted. Part of him had worried that Wash would never have fully opened up to his touch. The way he responded now, though, moaned at each new delight, assured Maine that his lover's body was truly his, and it had felt as good as Maine had imagined it would.
Oh, he knew there were things that would still take time. He was Wash's first lover, male or otherwise, and that meant Maine still needed to move slow in some aspects. He couldn't bear the thought of causing him pain. That was one thing it would take some time to get him used to. But at least he could touch him now without Washington freezing, tensing up. He could give him the pleasure he wanted to give.
***
A few days later, Maine was in the chow line in the mess when South showed up next to him. He blanked her and moved on, but she didn't seem so easily brushed off. "Hey."
"Yah, hey," he said, holding his tray up for whatever bit of mystery glop the cook spooned onto it.
"I was thinkin..."
"I doubt that." He glanced at her and mentally kicked himself. Of all the women he could have picked...
"What?"
"Nothing," he said innocently, grabbing a drink from the ice bucket.
She moved in behind him and slipped one arm around his waist. "Maybe if you're not doing anything later..."
She really was not getting the hint. Maine couldn't help a laugh as he took his tray and turned out of her grasp. "You weren't that good," he said.
When he showed up later at Washington's room, he was sporting a new black eye and a shit eating grin to match.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Continuation of Tell Me I'm Wrong, Please... Stay, Not Yet, Don't
Maine stretched himself out long on the bed, a delighted little hum passing his lips before he recoiled and clutched Wash close. "That was..."
"Mmm hm," Wash hummed in agreement, and Maine chuckled, playing his fingers through his hair. Both were beyond satisfied; perfectly content and fulfilled. Maine had his eyes closed and a secretive smile played on his lips. He didn't even care that they were both a mess. They'd clean up later, right now he just wanted to lay here with his lover and never move again.
Wash had been laying beside him, but now edged up a little to stroke his face. His fingers outlined the deep bruises there. "Sorry about that," he said.
Maine just shook his head and smiled, cracking his eyes open to look at Wash. "Don't be. I deserved it."
"Yes, you did," Wash agreed and Maine chuckled again. "Still..." He leaned over and kissed the various sores he had left on his lover's face, the bruises, the split lip. Something about them was oddly arousing. "They are kind of sexy."
That was the first time Wash had given him a direct physical compliment and he opened his eyes the rest of the way, breaking into a grin. "Oh yah? Should I get you to beat me up more often? There's this cute little girl in Ops-"
Wash silenced him with a kiss, rolling to straddle his leg. "Don't you dare," he breathed as their lips parted for a moment.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Maine replied, pulling him back down. Their kiss eventually faded into an embrace, Maine clutching him close and just holding tight, unable to stop the niggling guilt he felt at how close he had come to losing him, how much he really had hurt him. He felt so good pressed to his chest, the warmth and feel of his naked body was actually comforting. "Wash?"
"Hm?"
Maine tightened his arms a little. "I meant what I said," he whispered, resting his cheek to Wash's.
Turning to face him again, brown eyes focused on blue, he tipped his head to one side. "When you said what?"
Maine just looked at him for a moment. He surely hadn't forgotten? "That... that I love you."
Washington's lips broke into a soft smile. "Just wanted to hear you say it again," he said. Maine gave a little sigh of relief and Wash scooted down to rest against Maine's chest and listen to his heart beat. Did he feel the same way? He must. Why else would he have been so angry? Can you truly hate someone that you don't truly love? Well, maybe, but still. He couldn't help the flutter of his heart whenever Maine was near, couldn't deny the way he felt in his arms, the way he felt when Maine kissed him.
When he had overheard South talking about having him last night, thought that he had been nothing more than a trifle, he had felt so utterly broken. That had quickly turned to rage. But now he understood. He had been so afraid of being hurt that he had kept Maine's affections almost at arm's length. What had he expected him to do? Fear of being hurt had lead to him being hurt, and he realized he couldn't live his life that way. He realized that as much as the new experiences were terrifying, he did want them; he wanted everything Maine had to offer him. And he realized,... "I love you. I love you, too."
A tight little core of warmth began to spread through Maine's chest and he passed his hand over Wash's head. He sighed and relaxed. It had been close, all this could have been gone in an instant, but somehow fate had granted him a pass. Washington was still here in his arms. He said a silent thank you to whoever might be listening.
They both lay in silence for a while, Wash listening to Maine's heart, Maine stroking his head gently. Maine couldn't help but feel relieved that he had finally been able to be with Wash like he had wanted. Part of him had worried that Wash would never have fully opened up to his touch. The way he responded now, though, moaned at each new delight, assured Maine that his lover's body was truly his, and it had felt as good as Maine had imagined it would.
Oh, he knew there were things that would still take time. He was Wash's first lover, male or otherwise, and that meant Maine still needed to move slow in some aspects. He couldn't bear the thought of causing him pain. That was one thing it would take some time to get him used to. But at least he could touch him now without Washington freezing, tensing up. He could give him the pleasure he wanted to give.
***
A few days later, Maine was in the chow line in the mess when South showed up next to him. He blanked her and moved on, but she didn't seem so easily brushed off. "Hey."
"Yah, hey," he said, holding his tray up for whatever bit of mystery glop the cook spooned onto it.
"I was thinkin..."
"I doubt that." He glanced at her and mentally kicked himself. Of all the women he could have picked...
"What?"
"Nothing," he said innocently, grabbing a drink from the ice bucket.
She moved in behind him and slipped one arm around his waist. "Maybe if you're not doing anything later..."
She really was not getting the hint. Maine couldn't help a laugh as he took his tray and turned out of her grasp. "You weren't that good," he said.
When he showed up later at Washington's room, he was sporting a new black eye and a shit eating grin to match.