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The backseat of the Jeep is sweltering, and Wolfwood groans around the bent cigarette clenched between his teeth. “How much more of this torture do we have to endure?”
Meryl sighs, rolling her eyes, “five minutes less than the last time you asked,” she waves a flippant hand, “find something to occupy yourself. Try taking a nap like Vash.”
Wolfwood glances across the bench seat where Vash sits. His chin is tucked against his chest, leaning his shoulder into the door. His hands are limp across his flat tummy, and his head nods slightly with each bump and swerve.
He reaches over, running the back of his knuckles across Vash’s hand, watching his face intently for any movement. When nothing changes, Wolfwood huffs, muttering something about being ‘oblivious to threats’ and ‘no self preservation’.
He props his chin on his hand and stares out his own dusty window.
After a moment of sulking, he peeks back over his shoulder at the snoozing blond. How can he sleep when it's so damn hot, he wonders to himself. Here he is, pouring sweat down to his loafers and Needle Noggin’ is completely unaware of anything.
He stares, squinting through his dark lenses. Vash’s face is completely relaxed, not a wrinkle in sight. How dare he be relaxed while Wolfwood suffers.
He sighs loudly again, reaching over to pinch the other man’s side. When his fingers find purchase in skin, Vash squirms with a whimper, eyes scrunching up and wrinkling his nose.
The high sound goes straight to Wolfwood’s gut, and his cheeks heat more than they already were. He pulls his hand away like he'd been burned, watching the two up front for any sign they'd noticed his transgression. They both just stare out the windshield, seemingly unaware.
Dark eyes shifting, Wolfwood’s fingers slide back across the leather seat to grope the meat of Vash’s thigh. Nick’s face burns when blond lashes flutter and Vash sighs a soft moan.
He continues to tease, not enough to wake him, just wanting to hear him continue to whine and sigh. He knows he shouldn't, but no one has ever accused him of doing things he should. And Meryl did tell him to find a way to entertain himself, he thinks with a wicked smirk.
He slips his fingers under the hem of Vash’s turtleneck, teasing at the rough, scarred skin on his side. The warmth of his exposed skin spreads through Wokfwood’s fingertips, up his arm, straight to his chest that's heaving with nervous excitement.
His pants are starting to feel too tight as his zipper presses painfully into his stiff cock. He shifts his other hand to his lap, only going to adjust himself, at first, but he's quickly trying to subtly grind against his palm.
One hand under Vash’s shirt, the other cupping his bulge, he keeps glancing up to make sure the others aren't going to catch him. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth to quiet his groans.
He tests his luck, pushing his hand higher under the black turtleneck. He slides his flat palm over Vash’s ribs, making the man shift and whine, eyes squeezed tight.
Vash is starting to blush himself in the golden light. Red and pinks spread from the tips of his ears down underneath his high collar, making the light freckles across his nose stand out like stars. He pants, plump lips wet and parted slightly.
Wolfwood leans in closer, moving his hand to squeeze at Vash’s chest. He uses his thumb to flick at Vash’s hardening nipple, making the man keen into his hand.
At the loud sound, Meryl whips her head around, Nick barely having time to pull his hands back into his own lap.
Vash wakes slowly, lashes fluttering open and looking around.
“You alright?” Roberto grumbles around a fresh cigarette.
“Y-yeah, I think so. Weird dream I guess,” Vash chuckles, scratching the back of his head.
Wolfwood forces his eyes from Vash’s awkward grin to stare out his window. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to conjure any image that will finally wilt the painful boner that's pressing tight against his zipper.
“You okay, Wolfwood?”
Vash’s gentle whisper so close to his ear makes him jerk, and when he whips around to scold the blonde any protest he'd had dies in his throat.
Their noses are mere centimeters apart, earnest blue eyes searching his face where they peer over orange lenses. Lenses that have slipped down the sharp slope of Vash’s nose, sitting slightly crooked on the tip.
Wolfwood swallows hard with an audible click from his dry throat. He can feel Vash’s breath ghost across his own parted lips.
“Wh-huh?” He mutters dumbly as he stares back wide eyed.
Vash tilts his head to the side, still leaned close into Wolfwood's personal space, “I asked if you were feeling okay. You've been breathing pretty hard and I wanted to make sure you weren't feeling carsick. I know you're not the kinda guy who will admit to feeling sick, but we can pull over if you need us to.” Vash continues to ramble, but the words are just jumbled noise as Wolfwood’s vision hones in on Vash’s plump lips. The way his tongue darts out between words to wet them. The way they shine and glisten in the golden light.
“‘m fine.” Wolfwood mutters, finally turning his face away from Vash’s.
Vash's shoulders sag and his bottom lip juts out in a deep pout as he leans back to his side of the backseat. “If you say so.”
They continue in awkward silence until they finally reach the first town of the day. After getting their accommodations sorted for the night, they all split off their separate ways. Vash and Meryl both wave goodbye and head upstairs to their rooms as Roberto and Wolfwood head to the bar across the street.
Wolfwood waves the bartender over, ordering a round for himself and the older man.
Roberto watches with steely eyes over the rim of his glass, following the priest’s every move. After a moment, he sets his glass back on the bar, “I saw you, y'know.”
Wolfwood chokes on the liquor he'd been chugging. He coughs loudly, leaning over to pound his fist against his chest. Roberto rubs a sympathetic palm between Wolfwood’s shoulders while he composes himself.
“What are you talking about, old man?” He wheezes between gasps.
“You got real flustered when Vash got in your face earlier. Like a scared schoolgirl,” Roberto says with a rumbling chuckle.
“Oh. That, yeah,” Wolfwood laughs nervously. He takes a long draw from his cigarette, staring anywhere but at the older man.
“Can't exactly blame ya,” Roberto shrugs, “can't say I ain't thought about it myself.”
He says it with such ease that it takes Wolfwood by surprise. He blinks owlishly as Roberto takes another casual sip of whiskey.
They sit in awkward silence for the last two rounds before Wolfwood stands, slamming his open palms on the bar, “you got the tab, right, old man?”
Before Roberto can respond, Wolfwood is stumbling through the swinging doors and back across the street.
He grips the rail, pulling himself up the staircase to their inn rooms. He nearly falls through the door, having to loudly catch himself on a small side table.
He stares intently at the lump under the covers of the bed opposite. The blond doesn't stir, so Wolfwood makes quick work of his pants and dress shirt before crawling under the blanket of his own small bed.
He is just starting to get comfortable when a soft sigh from across the room snatches his attention. His body stills and he holds his breath as he listens.
The quiet sighs quickly morph into whines as he hears the rustling of fabric. He risks a glance, turning his head to peek over his shoulder. What he sees steals what little oxygen he had, making his head spin.
Vash is splayed out on his stomach, back exposed, blankets barely covering his plump ass as he ruts against the sheets.
Wolfwood watches with bated breath as Vash whines and sighs, eyes closed, clearly still deep in sleep. He watches the way Vash’s hips twitch and jerk. The way his mouth falls open on a particularly lewd moan. The way long, slim fingers clench the threadbare sheets.
He can't tear his eyes away even as he feels his own lips fall slack. He slips his own hand under his blankets, groping his quickly swelling cock through his boxers.
Vash grunts and his face scrunches up, frustration clear on his normally soft features. Wolfwood watches the blond struggle, friction clearly not enough to actually get off, and chews his lower lip.
He's his friend, right? And friends help each other out of a tight spot? Wolfwood rationalizes as he crawls out of his own bed and crouches next to Vash’s.
He studies the other man’s face, watching enamored as Vash sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He's panting hard and grinding against his own palm as Vash’s breath fans across his face.
He stands on wobbly knees to lean over Vash’s sleeping form. He slips a shaking hand between the sheets and Vash’s flushed chest, skillfully finding the small nub of his nipple. The rough fabric of the sheet must have already made them sensitive, because Wolfwood barely grazes it with his thumb and Vash is keening and shaking like he's touched a live wire.
Wolfwood sucks air through his teeth as his cock twitches in anticipation. He slides his hand down, trailing fingertips across scarred abs until he feels the dip of his navel. He has to steel his nerves before traveling further down. His brows scrunch as he slides further and further, waiting to find the plump head of Vash’s own cock.
When his fingers dip into a wet slit, his hand and brain completely freeze. When he starts tracing slow, tentative circles around Vash’s clit, the man under him squirms. Blonde lashes flutter open to reveal sleep dazed eyes.
Wolfwood runs the flat palm of his free hand up Vash’s back, shushing him. “I've got you. Just go back to sleep,” he whispers. He doesn't move again until Vash’s eyes close and his breathing evens out.
When he starts to tease the small nub again, Vash cants his hips up again. Almost like he wants my hand between his thighs to have better access, Wolfwood thinks with a wicked grin. He lets his fingers explore further, slipping down until he can sink two of them into Vash’s soaked cunt.
“God, you're so wet. You definitely needed this,” Wolfwood whispers low against Vash’s shoulder, “you're lucky I was here to help.” He presses a light kiss there before pumping his fingers in and out.
Vash nearly wails, cheek pressed to the bed as he drools, grinding his own hips down against Wolfwood’s hand. He reaches down between his own legs, freeing his cock and teasing his head with his free hand.
“More, more, more,” Vash mutters, fingers clenched tight in the sheets.
Wolfwood slips a third thick, calloused finger past the tight muscle of Vash’s pussy, pulling them back in a come hither motion to tug at Vash’s inner walls. The blond writhes under him, slick drooling down Wolfwood's arm and dripping onto the bed.
“You're so hot like this, Blondie. Such a whore for my fingers and you don't even know it,” Wolfwood growls against Vash’s ear. He reaches up, pulling the blanket further down Vash’s naked thighs so he can watch the way his ass flexes as he grinds down on his fingers.
Vash shivers when the cool night air hits him, whining and trying to curl his legs up to his chest.
“Nuh uh,” Wolfwood teases, pulling his fingers free and wrapping his hands around Vash's thighs to tug him back down.
Vash’s hips immediately start grinding again, searching desperately for the lost contact.
Wolfwood runs soothing fingers through Vash’s hair, “oh, Spikey, don't worry. You won't be empty long.” He stands and shifts to swing his legs onto the bed. The springs squeak under his knees as he settles in behind Vash. He wraps a strong arm around Vash's hips, pulling his ass higher into the air. He sits back admiring the way Vash's wet folds glisten in the moonlight that shines in through the open window before leaning down to lick a hot stripe through his core.
As he eats to his heart's content, a story of sweet nectar dropped from heaven comes to mind.
Manna.
Vash’s juice is sweet and coats his tongue like the richest bourbon. He dips his tongue past his entrance, lapping up as much of the sweet slick as he can as his nose grinds against Vash's swollen clit.
Vash is already starting to shake apart beneath him when he pulls back completely. Vash whimpers at the loss, but doesn't move.
“Oh, no, Blondie. I'm not done playing with you yet.”
He hooks his two middle fingers into Vash’s puffy cunt, but this time, he gathers some of Vash’s slick to run over his puckered hole, slipping his thumb past the tight ring of muscle.
Vash keens, panting hard as Wolfwood works his fingers in tandem, fucking both of his holes.
As more slick drips down Vash’s pale, trembling thighs, Wolfwood releases a deep breath. “Wow, you really like this, huh? Like being full? God, you're gonna be sore tomorrow and you won't even know why. Just me. My own dirty little secret.”
He leans down so his tongue can flick idly against Vash’s clit. He works his hand and tongue together until Vash is a wailing, shaking mess, squirting all over Wolfwood’s chest and soaking the sheets.
Once Vash stops twitching through the aftershocks of his orgasm, Wolfwood lowers his hips gently to the bed. He grabs the blanket from his bed to lay over the ruined sheets before covering Vash with his own. He gathers his clothes and steps into the bathroom to shower and finish himself off before Vash wakes up and they start their day.
That next morning, Wolfwood stumbles out of the inn, shielding his eyes against the bright morning sun.
“Jeez! What happened to you? Did you sleep at all?” Meryl laughs, slinging her bag into the back of the truck.
Wolfwood just sneers, pouring himself into the backseat. He drops his shades down to block the sun and to hide the deep bags blooming under his eyes.
Once they're on the road the gentle swaying of the truck quickly lulls Wolfwood to sleep, and he naps until nightfall.
He wakes to a warm hand gently shaking his shoulder.
“Nick, hey. We're stopping for the night.”
He grunts, trying to shake off the offending hand and curl further into himself. The rocking doesn't let up, though, so eventually he cracks an eye open.
He's met with bright blue eyes. At the scowl on Wolfwood’s face, Vash jerks, backpedaling out the door of the truck.
“Heh, sorry,” he chuckled nervously, drumming his fingers on his thigh.
Wolfwood rolls his eyes, but sits up to see their surroundings. Sand. That's it.
“No inn,” he grumbles.
“The next town is still a ways away, so we're just gonna camp out here until daybreak,” Vash explains, stepping back so the other can climb out of the backseat.
Wolfwood stumbles through the motions of setting up his sleeping bag before flipping down and lighting a cigarette.
Meryl immediately starts in on him about smoking too much before rounding on Roberto, “you too! We can't afford two smokers!”
They bicker back and forth until the fire burns low and they each retire to their makeshift beds. They all fall asleep quickly. All except Wolfwood. He tosses and turns, shifting this way and that before letting out a deep sigh. He stares up at the glowing swarm of wams overhead until the quiet buzzing starts to sound like a chainsaw cutting through his brain.
He shakes himself before rolling over one last time. He finds himself staring at Vash’s broad shoulders rising and falling in gentle sleep. Seeing the blond so unsuspecting makes his cock throb, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight.
No. No, that was a one time lapse in judgment and it will not happen again, Wolfwood thinks, gritting his teeth. He breathes hard through his nose, huffing sand out around his face.
His skin prickles where the rough canvas sleeping bag brushes against him, and he squirms. He laces his fingers under his head to halt their slow migration to his crotch where his cock pressed painfully against his zipper.
He glances over again, eyes tracing the deep curve from Vash’s shoulders to his waist and back up the swell of his hip. He chews his lower lip and tries to ignore his heartbeat in his groin.
When the tension finally gets too much, he shoves his hand past the waistband of his pants, sighing at the instant relief the touch brings. He realizes it's short lived though as his orgasm builds and builds but never breaks. He whines loudly as he's edged for the third time.
He sighs loudly before looking back at Vash’s sleeping form. This is the last time, he thinks as he slides over behind the blond.
As soon as he’s pressed flush against Vash’s back he’s rock hard again, and he grinds against Vash’s plush ass. He wraps his arm around Vash’s waist before sliding his hand under his tight turtleneck.
As soon as his fingertips meet skin, Vash makes a high keening sound and Wolfwood has to press a hand over his mouth to quiet him.
“Geez, Blondie! Do you want to get caught like this,” he hisses against Vash’s ear. He slips his free arm under Vash's head to muffle him as he slides the other down his chest again.
Vash whines through Wolfwood’s fingers as he rolls the hard nub of his nipple between his thumb and index finger. He ruts his hard cock against Vash ass as he prods and gropes under his shirt.
Wolfwood has to press his palm tighter against Vash’s mouth when he dips his fingers below the waistband of Vash's pants to circle his swollen clit. He arches his back at the stimulation, pressing his ass harder against Wolfwood’s grinding hips.
He sucks in a deep breath as the pressure starts to build in his gut. Vash’s muffled sounds and the friction of the taught ass pressed against him is suddenly too much and he quickly barrels over the cliff of his own climax.
Breathing heavy, he lets his forehead fall against a broad shoulder and releases Vash’s mouth.
“I'm so sorry,” Wolfwood whispers against Vash's hair before pulling away.
He can feel the mess in his pants quickly cooling as he rolls back over to his own sleeping bag. He quickly cleans up before flopping down with his back to Vash for the rest of the night.
Day breaks and they all break down their camp and get back on the road. Wolfwood does his best not to eavesdrop as Vash fills Meryl in on the weird dreams he'd had the last few nights. He feels his face and ears heat at the same time as Vash’s when Meryl asks about the details of the dreams.
Vash laughs nervously, “uh, that’s best kept private, I think.”
Meryl must quickly get the message, because she laughs herself and drops the subject. They pile into the car for another excruciatingly long ride to the next town.
It's nearing sundown when they park the truck at the side of the inn. As they all climb out, Vash makes a big show of stretching his arms over his head with a big yawn, “I can't wait to sleep in a bed again.”
Wolfwood’s eyes are instantly drawn to the pale strip of skin that peeks out from under his shirt.
Once they're all standing in front of the front desk, the woman looks between the four of them and grimaces. “I only have two rooms left. One with two twin beds and the other with one queen.”
Meryl snatches the double bed key with a scowl, “I am /not/ sharing a bed with /him/.”
Vash smiles politely, “that's alright! I don't mind sharing! As long as it's okay with you, Wolfwood?”
Wolfwood stares down at his feet and grunts an affirmative.
“Great!” Vash beams, taking the key from the older woman and leading the way to the stairs.
Wolfwood closes the door to the room as Vash flops down onto the bed. He balances The Punisher against the wall by the right side of the bed before sitting down and toeing his loafers off.
When he looks back at Vash over his shoulder, the blond is focused intently on unlacing his boots. The golden light of sunset surrounds Vash’s profile like a halo, and it makes his mouth go dry. His brows are pulled together and his small, pink tongue is barely visible between pouting lips as he tugs at each lace.
Once his shoes are off and stowed under the bed, Vash turns to catch Wolfwood’s stare, “what? Is there something on my face?”
“What? No, it's nothing,” he stands suddenly, rushing to the door. “I'm gonna go see if we can get an extra blanket.”
“Why? This blanket should be plenty big enough for the both of us,” Vash says, pulling said blanket back and crawling underneath.
Wolfwood flounders, hand frozen on the half turned knob, “well, if you're sure. But, if you start hogging them I'm punching you.” He takes stiff steps back over to his side of the bed before sliding under the covers.
“You're gonna sleep in your clothes,” Vash asks, head tilted like a confused puppy, “that can't be comfortable.”
“You're sleeping in yours,” Wolfwood counters before he has time to think.
“Hm. True,” Vash quickly shimmies out of his pants and pulls his turtleneck over his head, “there. Now we can both sleep comfortably.”
Wolfwood’s face burns as he starts to unbutton his dress shirt with shaking fingers. He tosses it over the back of a chair followed by his black slacks.
He can feel Vash’s eyes boring into him but refuses to turn around. He lays down with his back to the blond before cutting the lamp off, “g’night.”
“Night, Wolfwood,” Vash murmurs before laying the opposite way.
Wolfwood wakes with a start as a cold, metal hand brushes his arm. He turns over to see Vash, eyes closed, humping his pillow pulled down between his thighs.
Wolfwood sucks in a breath at the sight. Vash’s mouth is open as he whines, drooling against the sheets.
The lewd sight has him hard instantly, and he has to bite his lip not to groan. “When I was told about temptation I never thought it would be so literal,” he breathes, cupping himself through his underwear.
Vash shifts, lifting his hips higher as the blanket falls away to reveal skin tight briefs clinging to the curve of his ass. Just like two nights ago, Vash’s fingers are curled in a white-knuckle grip in the sheets.
Wolfwood fucks up into his own hand as he watches Vash struggle to get himself off against the rough pillow. He reaches across the bed with his other hand, cupping Vash’s pec and kneeling the soft flesh there.
Vash moans, hips jerking as Wolfwood gropes his chest.
“Please,” Vash whines, high and breathy, taking Wolfwood by surprise. He snatches his hand back like he'd been burned, worried that Vash had caught him.
He holds his breath, but Vash's lashes barely flutter as he continues rutting and grinding. He slides his hand back across the sheet to run his fingers down the slope of Vash’s waist. He lets his hand drift over Vash’s exposed hip before slipping down to tease his clit over his briefs.
Vash moans, throwing his head back as his hips twitch and jerk. Wolfwood works his hands in tandem, pumping himself in time with Vash’s thrusts against his fingers.
The blond is quickly shaking apart against his hand, moaning loudly as drool drips down his chin.
Wolfwood pulls his hand back, making Vash whine loudly at the loss of contact.
“Oh, no, Blondie. You don't wanna finish too quick, do you? I want to keep playing,” he growls, pushing himself over into Vash’s space. Once he's nose to nose with him, he reaches down between them, slipping Vash’s soaked briefs down his thighs.
He slips his fingers into Vash’s cunt as he pinches his hard nipple with the other, making the blond howl. He pulls Vash flush against his bare chest as he fucks his thick fingers into him.
“More. More,” Vash whimpers into Wolfwood’s shoulder, trying to grind further down onto his hand.
“You want more, huh? Do you even know what you're asking for? Or are you still deep in one of those /private/ dreams?” Wolfwood rumbles, pulling his slick coated fingers out to circle Vash’s sensitive clit.
Vash cants his hips up against Wolfwood’s, “inside. Inside, please,” he mutters, lashes fluttering as his eyes roll behind his lids.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Wolfwood growls. He slips his own boxers off before gently rolling Vash onto his back. As soon as he pulls the soaked briefs off, Vash's legs fall open. With his red, puffy cunt on full display, Wolfwood’s mouth waters and his abandoned cock throbs, twitching against his belly.
He positions himself between Vash’s thighs, bowing down to lap up some of the sweet juice drooling from the swollen lips. After a moment of teasing with his tongue, he sits back and presses the head of his cock against Vash’s entrance.
“This what you want, Vash? Want me inside you?”
Vash murmurs incoherently, arm thrown over his eyes.
Wolfwood pushes the head of his cock into Vash’s cunt and is almost immediately overwhelmed, enveloped completely in tight, wet heat. He steadies his breathing as he kneads his fingers in the meat of Vash’s thigh.
Once he's sure he'll last, he pulls back and snaps his hips forward. Vash keens, back arching and it only eggs him on more. His thighs slap loudly against Vash’s ass as he punches lewd sounds out of his throat.
He's found a steady rhythm as he fucks Vash’s tight cunt. He lets his hands wander, grabbing at Vash’s hips and chest roughly.
Wolfwood throws his head back as he lets himself get lost in all of the endorphins rushing through his brain as the pressure in his gut builds.
When he finally looks back at Vash’s face, he's met with wide, teal eyes. He stills instantly, pulling his hands off Vash’s body. He shifts, moving to pull out of his bed mate. “Sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't, I mean, I-”
His movement is stopped as he's trapped in the vice grip of Vash's strong thighs. He's caught in the intense gaze of Vash’s eyes as he feels his face heat in shame. “If you're gonna beat my ass I completely understand, but atleast let me pull out first.”
“Why would I do that?” Vash asks, voice innocent, “I've been waiting for you to make a move, I just figured you were too nervous to do it while I was awake.”
Wolfwood’s jaw drops and he stares wide eyed at the blond beneath him. It's only when Vash starts moving his hips again that Wolfwood takes in what he'd said.
“You? You wanted this?”
“Yes,” Vash sighs as he grinds his cunt on Wolfwood’s cock, “please, fuck me. Please?”
At those words, Wolfwood picks up his rhythm again like nothing had changed. He growls as he wraps his hands around Vash’s hips in a bruising grip as he fucks him at a brutal pace.
With Vash awake, Wolfwood can see the way his eyes roll back as he finally comes, slick squirting around his cock and dripping down his thighs to soak the bed.
Wolfwood is sprinting towards his own orgasm as his hips begin to stutter and jerk, and he floods Vash’s cunt with a loud groan.
He collapses down onto Vash as his chest heaves.
“See? Now wouldn't that have been easier if you'd just come onto me while I was awake?” Vash giggles, stroking flesh fingers through the long hairs on the back of Wolfwood’s neck.
“I dunno? Kinda like it better when you're asleep. Feels dirtier, y'know?” Wolfwood mutters back.
Vash hums, “I suppose if you'd rather just fuck me like that, that's fine.”
Wolfwood jolts upright, staring into Vash’s eyes, “no! I want to do it with you awake, too! Anywhere, anytime, you just say the word.”
“Took you long enough,” Vash laughs.