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Soaked roads pollute the air with the smell of heavy, wet exhaust. Not even a storm can wash the smell away.
Now calmer, no more thunder shook the clouds to pour, but rain still fell down on the city. Darker skies meant colder weather, however. A pain for anyone with wet clothing.
Having tied his small jumper around his waist, embarrassed, Neil sat with white knuckles on his car's steering wheel, trying to hold down his shivering. The heater was still broken. But at least, now his wipers worked.
Repetitive wiping against the windshield served as a suitable background noise to distract them both from an air of awkwardness in the car. A pattern of raindropping wasn't much help anymore.
Driving home, a music channel hummed quietly on the fuzzy radio, only interrupted by Neil's periodic gulping. It was the same thing you'd do when trying to shake a case of throat angina on its own. It never works, does it? He kept his eyes forward the entire time. Hopefully, no one would see the look of burning shame he carried.
Richard on the other hand kept his eyes fixed on the moving scenes outside his window. Resting his head against the cool glass like before, he used it as a pseudo-icepack to calm himself down.
A particularly loud gulp from Neil. The sound of him clearing his throat with his lips kept shut.
"I'll make tea," His voice was quiet. "You go in and shower." Some cute name hung on the tip of his tongue before he shut his mouth.
Nodding obediently, Richard turned to face Neil for the first time. He noticed his tense lips and averted his eyes quickly after sneaking a look downwards. He couldn't say it, and didn't want to, but that jumper wasn't helping cover much of anything at all.
The routine of squeaking leather seats, shutting the doors and jingling the keys around. Now they were settled in Neil's small flat, and it was quiet, and empty. Barren.
It was lackluster. A kitchen with uneven tiles that stunk of tobacco. Broken mug bits in the bin. A greasy kettle, Neil's best friend.
His bedroom. Old wood flooring, charming but dusty and greying. A bed in the middle of a queen and twin, barely fitted for two, but bigger for just one. Peeling posters, barely readable. Everything was complimented by an exquisite bookshelf. It would have been more flattering if it was housed by novels that were well-read and classics, but most of it was cluttered with notebooks and cigarette packs. On the bottom shelf was a dark bottle.
The same litter crowded his bedside table and his sheets were left unmade. Neil didn't apologize for the mess. He gestured to the bed, insisted on taking Richard's jacket, and trudged into the bathroom.
Richard took deep breaths in the still air of his bedroom. He began to feel physically unsettled.
Jeans being too scratchy. The removed weight of his jacket. A sweaty tee...
He cracked the window at the head of Neil's bed, then drew the curtains, watching the storm's wind play with the thin fabric. Cheap curtains, but effective at blocking out the light. Watching his lap as he sat on the edge change from lighter to darker with the flowing of the curtains soothed him until Neil was freshened up.
Half an hour had passed without Richard realizing it. Calming down seemed to speed up time, and when it was his turn to clean up, he felt groggier than ever. He didn't stop to think why Neil had taken so long. He didn't want to have Neil cross his mind at the time. There would've been only one thing he would be able to think about if he had appeared in his thoughts at all.
Stepping out, Neil also had that tired look. And a sleepy walk, and half-dried hair. It looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
"Here Richie," The bed creaked as Neil took a seat next to him. They weren't nearly as close as they were on the couch.
Still, Richard's mind ached of it briefly. Neil passed a whole new set of clean clothes wrapped neatly in a towel into Richard's lap. A clean white shirt, undergarments, and a loose pair of sporting shorts. He stared down an extra second before dropping them. It was obvious.
Neither of them said a word.
A quiet yawn and another creaking of the edge of the bed. Then a shut of the door, and the soothing sound of water running. Neil felt freer to walk around his place a bit more. He boiled water and set out teacups, unsure of what Richard would prefer. Thankfully, the younger man didn't need as long of a shower as him.
Neil carefully brought the cups of hot water to set on his bedside table, carrying a few select packets in his hands as well. He was still dressed in just a towel around his waist, and there were no pockets to assist him. Sneakily, he pushed the water glasses away a bit before digging around on his cluttered shelf for an unlabeled, tall, thin vial. It blended perfectly with them on the table.
He tried making his bed quickly, but decided tucking himself up would be more fitting. Crawling under his white duvet, he shifted around in the feeling of his smooth sheets against his clean, slightly cold skin. He hid, nearly fully under for a bit, against the wall. Heavenly. It almost lulled him to sleep. The sound of Richard finishing and coming out into the bedroom kept him awake.
"I wasn't sure what tea you'd like." Neil started, his voice now smoother and less hoarse. "You can pick now if you want."
Richard seemed deeply flattered. He fought a smile and went to sit on the edge of the bed again. "Thank you," He was blushing.
"Did you have enough for breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry."
Neil turned over, his duvet sliding down his bare shoulders. Propping himself up with his palms, he lay there and watched Richard stir a cup and brew.
"Well, when you are, we could grab something you know." The curtains fluttered a bit. "If the storm passes." Something else fluttered as well.
Richard hadn't even taken a sip yet before turning around to face Neil. Eyes crawled around his exposed body, sneaking a glance at his pale chest, shadowed by his position and the blanket. Thin fingers tapping the side of his face, which was drawn in a tempting expression, bottom lip half bit and eyelids drooping. His other arm was spread out a bit more, right in the direction of Richard, and he gripped at the tight bed sheets with his second knuckles.
"Only if you want." Neil broke the unintended silence while Richard looked back up into Neil's eyes.
"Yeah," A gulp. "You know any good places..?" Richard was dying to make small talk. He had forgotten about his tea and had set it down. All of his attention was elsewhere.
Both of them knew something else was coming. It wasn't the intensity of the storm.
"We'd have to look around, so, no." Neil rolled back over on his back and began to focus on the wavy curtains, now picking up in speed from the storm. "And it looks like it's getting worse out there anyway, hm,"
Richard couldn't focus and kept nodding in agreement with everything Neil said, mindlessly.
"I think I'd like to sleep a bit more anyway." He whispered.
"Sleep?"
"Yeah."
Neil turned on his side now, looking at Richard fully. Smiling a bit, too. It hid something. A brutal hint, a minor tease. "Shut the window then. I don't want rain on us."
His usage of the word 'us' made Richard feel strange. Tingly and warm a bit, excited. He had kept nodding this entire time, and quickly shut the window he had cracked open. Now the room sat still again, and darker. No more light filtering in freely with the curtains drawn. Not as dark as the studio, but dark enough to fall asleep in.
Dark enough so that Richard couldn't really make out Neil properly. Especially what was under the sheets.
"Richie, come here." Neil held out his arms while still lying on his side. Promptly, Richard settled himself in his sleepy hug, and buried his face in Neil's shoulder. There didn't have to be anything else said. All but quiet with the sound of the worsening rain, Neil pet through Richard's long hair, praying to find that sweet-smelling soap he used.
He hummed, using a hand to scratch the nape of Richard's neck under his hair and taking in that familiar flowery scent. What a mistake that was, to indulge so much...
"I want to do something else before we fall asleep."
Richard groaned in agreement against Neil's neck. "Me too."
Quickly, Neil's grip on Richard's hair changed as the younger man drew in closer to begin kissing at his neck. It was awkward and slow. He tried copying what Neil had done before. Relief filled him when Neil sighed into his hair.
Moving up, his tongue licked before kissing up on Neil's jaw, moving around, wettening the skin. To get more comfortable, the bed creaked, and Richard positioned himself on top, hiding his face with embarrassment in the delicate crook of Neil's neck. He smelt cheap shampoo and body wash as he moved down the right side of Neil's pale neck, taking extra care around the strong muscle there.
Finally done pampering his neck, Richard balanced on one elbow to tuck his hair behind his ear before going down to kiss Neil directly. Opposite to what Neil had done before, he started gently, lips only, cute pecks that would eventually get dirtier. Once comfortable with both elbows on either side of Neil's head, their chests brushing against each other, Neil grabbed at Richard's hair and deepened the kiss.
He acted like it was a drug. Like he needed it badly, needed it like he was going to die. Pleasure began rising in their bodies when their tongues met, tobacco still lingering. It could've been forever they kissed like that, licking sloppily, sucking on each other's mouths and sharing spit. Richard started to get used to it, but Neil was more enthusiastic and practiced than he could ever be.
The bedroom's air felt less stale.
They could feel their excitement growing.
Nervous, Richard wanted Neil to switch with him, and lay while his mouth and tongue were kissed with.
But Neil didn't allow it, and held onto Richard tightly, keeping him up, supporting him from collapsing completely with fervor. He loved taking gravity to its full advantage, licking up the spit from Richard's mouth on top of him. Under his thin towel, heat began rising, and uncomfortableness set in.
"Richard," He gasped, breaking them apart. A bridge of mixed saliva held between their bottom lips before Neil wiped his mouth. "Touch me," His voice was breathy. A bit desperate too. It barely sounded like a command. "Please."
Breathing heavily, Richard started nodding in agreement again. Just out of arm's reach in the dark, sitting on the bedside table was Neil's half-used vial of lubricant.
"Wait,"
Neil sat partially up, reached over, and after the clicks and sounds of glasses knocking against each other, handed the vial to Richard before settling back down.
"Here," He said while loosening his towel. Loose enough to allow Richard to peel it off easily, but still on enough to hide his excitement. "Please use this."
Expectant, stared back up at Richard in the dark, lying weakly.
It was suddenly awkward. Richard had to pretend to know what to do. "What is it..." A very quiet whisper. It was nearly inaudible... Over the now raging storm.
"Pour some on me."
Richard sat up a bit, sitting on his heels, still leaned forward. Positioning the vial awkwardly, he aimed to pour some on Neil's bare chest before being met with a hand. "Not there, silly." Neil took hold of Richard's free hand. He hadn't really had the chance to hold it so close before. Even in the dark, he could feel the strength difference in Richard's playing fingers.
"Here," Guiding the vial's mouth to Richard's shaking palm, Neil poured it for him, creating a pool of lubricant for him to use. He leaned back again. Richard sealed the vial and set it away, balancing to not spill a drop of what he was given.
Truthfully, he was nervous, and confused. Equally, he was eager and hungry for what barely peeked out from Neil's loose towel. With his free hand, he peeled the white cloth sides off slowly, taking a sharp breath when Neil's erection sprung out. Beneath him, the older man sighed shakily, still expectant, heat in his stomach growing with each second.
Rubbing his hands together before starting, Richard fumbled a bit in the dark, eliciting crude noises from Neil. Only half hard, Richard began stroking along his length with two hands, nearly salivating, feeling heat start to become unbearable in his own crotch.
Foreign sounds filled his ears. The sticky sounds coming from closing his thumb and fingers around Neil's delicate head, repetitive and wet pumping, and breathy sighs and moans of relief coming from Neil as he tossed his head to the side in pleasure. His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly, picking up, getting faster.
Richard couldn't think he was good at what he was doing at all. Perhaps using one hand would be better, and it felt like there was a bit too much lubricant. Still, he worked consistently with both his hands, adding extra pressure with his palms while rubbing up. Looser fingers went down Neil's length after wrapping around his tip.
Soon, dizziness made Richard slow down and screw up more, his own erection begging to be free from his shorts. They were loose enough to allow it the room to grow more than how it was contained in his jeans from before. The sensation was too much.
"Neil," he leaned forward and gasped out his name. Even just moving his body was enough to throw him off drastically. Richard couldn't think of any other words to say. "Neil..." He repeated.
It took a moment for Neil to come through from having his head thrown to the side. With Richard's hands still grasping fully at his length, he stuttered when he spoke. "Richie, get yourself out and ready." Anything he said ended in a gulp and a sigh. "Get the lube again," Neil settled his head back down onto his pillow and turned it to the side again, breathing heavily. "Please."
Under the thin strips of light spilling out from the curtains and window, Richard found it and presented it to Neil again. Thanking him, he took the now slippery vial and poured some of it onto his own fingers.
While reaching downwards, to Richard's own confusion, he started speaking again. "Have you ever done this before?" Lubricated fingers worked down further, and prodded at something Richard couldn't see. Knowing what he was doing, he kept staring downwards, unashamed to stare.
"No..."
"Not even..." Neil's chest went up a bit as he quickly dove the tips of two fingers inside himself. "...With a girl?" His voice was higher pitched now.
Richard shook his head again. Slippery hands made it hard for him to remove his own garments. Springing out, he hissed a bit when his cock slapped against his lower stomach for a moment, fully hard.
"You're very eager..." Neil cooed, straining his voice a bit as he worked his fingers down to the bases inside himself. Richard kept watching. Though they were in the dark, his eyes were much more adjusted now, and he could see Neil's fingers disappearing, going in and out, on beat with his feeble whining and gasps.
Shaking off his clothes completely, Richard positioned himself more between Neil's legs, seeing the other man was completely distracted with himself. It almost was self-centered. While he didn't want to say it, Richard grew more and more impatient. Reaching his hand out forward, Richard grabbed the lubricant and prepared himself, breathing heavily, trying to focus on something else.
Just as he was finishing rubbing around his head, which he admittedly spent more time lubricating, Neil groaned and pulled his fingers out slowly. Grasping down at the towel near his waist with one hand and lying with a limp wrist near his head on the other, he stared up at Richard with an open, panting mouth.
The bed creaked a bit. Neil raised his hips up. There was a barely audible whisper. Richard took his slick hands and grabbed tightly on the outer sides of Neil's thighs. Neil repeated himself, his chest falling.
"Fuck me."
Nodding quickly, Richard obeyed, doing his best to position himself to enter Neil. Slipping up in the dark, Neil groaned and reached down with his already wet hand, and positioned Richard's tip to his aching hole. He wanted Richard to figure it out on his own. "Go on."
"Sorry," Richard whined and did his best to slip in smoothly.
Moving slow, he kept his cock positioned but moved his body forward to hold onto Neil for support. Neil wrapped his arms around his neck, above his hair, getting the scent of his shampoo again. Neil moaned keeping his lips shut as he smelled it and Richard started moving.
Richard was the first to react. At least, Neil was a bit used to the feeling. He knew how it went, and was able to steady himself pretty quickly as Richard's tip made it inside. However, the younger man felt extremely overwhelmed, never once feeling anything like it. The inside of someone's body. Neil's mouth was different. Everyone knew what the inside of a mouth was like... Tongue, the different palates, wet with saliva...
But this feeling was new. Even taking this position and moving this way was new. Richard trembled and moaned openly into Neil's ear as he moved further in, switching from deep, throaty groans to high-pitched crying sounds as he started to make it all the way in. Cursing, he started breathing abnormally fast, and held onto Neil's shoulders in a sort of hug tighter than ever.
"I can't," it took him several tries to get to the second word. "I can't do it," He whined after fully settling in. Neil had been quietly sighing as he felt it slide in, trying to focus on the sounds Richard was making. Heavenly... So sweet, and endearingly cute.
Above him, Richard's lips trembled with his mouth open, again tucked into the crook of Neil's neck. When he shut them, he couldn't help but start whining, and with his mouth open, he was breathing and moaning like an animal. He hadn't even started to rock his hips yet. More concentrated on the different sensations, Richard's mind went spiraling.
First, there was the slippery wetness of the lubricant. A drop had slid down the underside of his cock while he pushed in. Then, the twitching rings of muscle inside of Neil. A large contrast to the feeling of his throat. There was no transition from hard to soft palate here. Feeling such soft, stretchy, and hot muscles envelop him made him dizzy.
The heat was driving him mad. So deep inside him, Richard felt the slight muscle contractions and any movements Neil made. He wondered if Neil felt him in the same way.
"You feel so good," Richard managed to slur. Repeating it, he tried pulling outwards a bit. Even the slightest change in position made him cry and tremble more. "So good," He strained again. "I think I'm close..." Richard buried his head further into Neil's shoulder. They had barely started.
"Already?"
Neil whined and pulled on the back of Richard's hair. In response, there were only more crude sounds.
"I want to feel you more." Neil started moving for the both of them, only barely being able to do so, but enough to make Richard react. "Don't finish yet."
It was less of a command and more of a plea.
Richard moved forward again, shoving himself completely in, sighing, trying to get used to it all. The movements weren't as alien as the experience itself. Thrusting into a pillow, or into his own hands... It wasn't unfamiliar. But he wasn't a high schooler pleasing himself alone in his bedroom anymore, he was with Neil, having sex with him. The thought made him whine. He hadn't even moved again yet.
He tried to imagine he was pleasuring himself with a pillow again, grinding into it, remembering the movements. Thinking for a moment, he remembered the way he moved his hips and grabbed at it, desperate.
Richard kept his head down and close to Neil, but moved his hands to Neil's waist instead, just like the way he would've held a pillow. Neil didn't say a word, letting him work it out.
With stuttering hips, Richard started to move, barely making full movements before having to stop again. "It's too much," he cried. Neil only responded with a pleased groan at his attempts and an involuntary muscle twitch around his length.
Straightening up a bit more now, Richard kept his eyes shut and brows knit up with pleasure and tenseness as he began to pick up speed. They moved quickly and with barely any friction, having applied too much lubricant. It began leaking out of Neil as Richard pushed in and out more, down his tailbone and onto the towel.
Now, there was real action. Having gotten used to the heat, Richard started picking up more and more, but his thrusts were still erratic and uneven. He focused more on chasing his own pleasure than thinking about Neil, still trying to imagine himself fucking into a pillow than his bandmate.
It wasn't until Neil started really making noise that Richard couldn't deny it any longer. He was going in and out, balls deep inside him, and didn't want it to be anyone else.
New sensations, new sounds. Richard could've been dreaming. A new layer was added as the sound of skin slapping and coming into contact began filling the room. Neil threw his head back, no longer holding onto Richard, and arched his back into moans interrupted by being pushed into. Thin hands grasped at the sheets around him, desperate for some kind of support or anchor. His face was lit with the light from the window, being closest to it, and as Richard opened his eyes, a new wave of heat pooled deep in his stomach upon seeing Neil's erotic facial expression.
There were attempts to speak from both of them. Any word they started ended in a moan. Only names could be said, breathed out, cried.
Richard gulped several times before being able to say, "I'm close."
Neil whined in response, not able to look at him, half-lidded eyes staring off.
Lurching forward, Richard let go of Neil's slim waist and went back to hugging him again. In response, Neil lifted his legs up, wrapping them tight around Richard's lower back. They were in the heat of it now. Richard panted into Neil's mouth before sucking on his tongue, begging for a kiss. It was helpless, weak, and sloppy. They moaned at each other, into each other, licking at their tongues. Sensitivity made Neil start crying, and Richard was quick to wipe his tears.
Unable to control it, Neil started twitching around Richard's cock, warning him he was bound to finish soon. Richard went faster, legs and hips now burning. Neil's pale skin grew red from being slapped over and over by Richard's thighs.
With barely any warning, Richard moved and bit down on a tender part of Neil's neck as he came and finished off inside of him. His movements became harsh, and strained, aiming to plunge as deep as possible. Neil followed suit, having moved one of his hands down to stroke himself off while kissing.
Sweat dripped down both their foreheads. Neil tossed his head to the side again, shot his eyes open, and gasped about, feeling something hotter inside him. He had forgotten protection. Richard kept himself still after orgasming, still buried in Neil's neck, now trembling and struggling for air, not wanting to move.
Neil came through first again, with Richard still holding him after his senses returned.
A hot splash of cum on his own chest and stomach started dripping down his side, following the curve of a rib bone...
The impossibly hot temperature of their two bodies forced together...
And the gooey feeling he knew would come spilling out of him, at any minute.
"Richie," Neil pat his other, cleaner hand on the back of his head. Petting him, he tried calming him down. "Baby, you need to..." Neil bit his lower lip. "C'mon, pull out Richie."
Richard groaned from deep in his throat. He had also been focusing on the different feelings and sensations. But now his senses were fully back, and his body demanded he lie down. Neil kept one sharp breath and kept it still as Richard pulled out, and as he had guessed, his cum and the lubricant spilled out after. He felt his tailbone get wet and sticky, and his entire bottom area was slick with lubricant. Richard's upper thighs were wet and sticky as well, and red, now sore.
Patting his knee, Neil gestured for Richard to move off the towel so he could wrap himself up. Richard wasn't left with any modesty. It made him feel hotter than he already was. He burned like he had heat exhaustion. Entire body weak, he went to lay down next to Neil, towards the wall, trying to start a hug with him.
Overheating, Neil tossed the duvet away from them and inched a bit away from Richard, still catching his breath. "Open that window again," Neil insisted. "Oh, and get decent too, Richie..." Neil daintily pointed to his tossed clothing as he turned to reach for a fag and a light.
Following his instructions, Richard obeyed once more before finally getting to lie down completely. Neil decided to clean up later. Before going out to eat.
That storm wasn't getting any better anyway. At least it provided cool air.
Richard sighed contently as Neil pulled him in from the side, providing his arm like a pillow, though Richard settled to rest his head on his chest. A warm, tingly feeling... Happiness, but something more than that. It washed over Richard, almost like a spirit. It wasn't just from being able to lie with Neil.
Half-awake, Neil smoked, petting Richard's hair whenever he could. "You did good." It was an understatement.
Richard was already asleep.
Neil continued to smoke before turning and bringing Richard in for a full hug while sleeping.
Now their tea was cold.