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Life in the mines was hard and dangerous. Silco had lost count of the number of times he had risked his life, but he had never come so close as that day. One of the wooden supports had collapsed, and part of the wall had fallen just a few centimetres from him. He would have died if Vander hadn't pulled him away in time. He hadn't even realised what had happened until he found himself on the ground, pressed down by Vander's weight, and heard the deafening roar of falling rocks.
“Saved your arse again, didn't I?” Vander chuckled.
“Move, you big brute, or you'll be the one crushing me instead of the rocks,” Silco replied, pushing him away.
Vander had got up and offered his hand to help him.
Silco remained on the ground and looked at him for a few seconds. Vander was in front of him, his face dirty with dust, a dazzling smile that stood out among all that filth, and light-coloured eyes that looked at him questioningly and full of life.
He took his hand and pulled him up almost by force. His grip was firm and strong, and despite the hot air that was always in the mines, a shiver had run through Silco’s body from head to toe. He wanted him. Right now. He would have to wait until the end of the shift, but…
“I don't think I feel well,” he said without even thinking. “Maybe I need to go to the infirmary”.
Vander's expression immediately became worried.
“I'll come with you”.
They set off together towards one of the rooms where the miners usually rested, and where they knew they would find a first aid kit. Miraculously, there seemed to be no one there at that moment.
Silco had closed the door behind him and leaned his back against it, while Vander went to rummage inside the box.
“There's never anything useful in these boxes. Sil, where it hurts?”
“I am perfectly ok, Van”.
“We have to go to a doctor if you're not well; it's dangerous…”
“Vander!”
“What?”
“I haven't hurt myself, I'm telling you”.
Vander had approached him.
“Let me have a look. I don't trust you”.
He took his face in his hands, and Silco had clung to him and kissed him with an ardour that was not usually his, always careful to maintain control and a certain composure.
“Fuck. Me. Now”.
"What the fuck are you talking about Sil, you said you weren't feeling well…”
“It was an excuse, idiot. Undress”.
He fiddled with his trousers and undone his belt, and then slipped one hand under his underwear.
“It seems you want it too”.
“Silco, this room doesn't have a lock, don't you think…”
Silco didn't waste time answering him, he knelt in front of him and pulled his trousers and underwear down together, enough to reveal his erect penis. He looked at it, feeling his mouth grow wet with desire, and then took it between his lips without saying a word. Vander inhaled noisily through his teeth, leaning against the door with one hand.
Silco pulled back and then looked at him.
“That way no one will come in, see?”
For a few minutes, the only sound was Vander panting.
Then Silco let his erection slip out of his mouth and got up, and Vander made a disappointed sound.
“Damn you, I was about to…”
“I know. But you don't want to have fun alone, do you?”
Vander growled and kissed him. Silco freed himself from his braces, then lowered his trousers without really undoing them.
He felt Vander's erection wet on his stomach, and again his mouth watered. He wanted him. He turned to face the wall and pressed his ass against Vander, in a clear invitation. And he expected a quick intrusion, there wasn't much time, and they were risking being discovered - not that he cared much, but they were still on duty - and instead... Vander had taken his wrists and locked his arms, then he had buried his face between his buttocks, and kissed and licked him and let him writhe with desire and pleasure without being able to do anything else. Confusingly, he thought that even if no one entered that room, there would be little doubt for anyone who passed nearby: he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and the moans that escaped his lips, no matter how hard he tried, were certainly unequivocal.
He would never know how many minutes he had spent with Vander on his knees behind him, but when he got up, he was afraid his knees wouldn't be able to support him. A useless concern, because Vander had put his arm around his chest and whispered in his ear “can I, now?” which sent his brain into overdrive. He was always gentle. Always kind. Sometimes, he almost wished he could take him by force - a lie, a game, Silco always wanted him at that time - but Vander was far too polite to do anything like that.
“Please, now,” he replied, because he could do it with him, he could ask and beg and implore, him and no one else.
Feeling full of Vander was what he loved most in the world because Vander filled all his physical and emotional voids, making him feel complete and finally part of something. And it didn't matter whether the sex itself was gentle or brutal, because Vander was perfect, he was perfect inside him, it was perfect the way he wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, he was perfect when he put his hands around his neck and when he squeezed his erection and moved his fist until he came, he was perfect when he penetrated him at the perfect angle and made him cry out and climax even without touching his penis, he was perfect when he kissed him and he was perfect when he moved in and out of him, at a rhythm that always took him to an almost dreamlike dimension.
And he was perfect at that moment, now that he was crushing him against that old door, the rough contact of the wood on his cheek was perfect, and the warmth of his breath on his ear, his weight on his back and the smell of sweat and dust and sex, the damp and obscene sound of his powerful thighs against his buttocks, his sex pressing inside him, and more than anything else, that feeling of being his, of belonging, of being wanted and desired and sought after and loved.
The orgasm had come with a high-pitched moan that he would have been ashamed of shortly after, but only for a few moments, and Vander's deeper and more guttural, more subdued moan had followed only a few moments later. He had heard him lean against the door more heavily, and had perceived the trembling in his legs. Silco had tried to move, but Vander had held him tight and pressed his hips against his bottom again, preventing him from escaping his embrace.
“I want to die like this, Sil. Inside you,” he whispered to him.
“Maybe even the other way around. I could be inside you”.
“Whatever. But with you”.
“Yes, with me. Big silly boy”.
And at that precise moment his heart felt like it had been squeezed in a vice, as if it had been crushed, sucked inside out, and at the same time as if it wanted to explode. Was that what it felt like when you died? Was that what it felt like when you're loved?
Vander remained inside him, his hips barely swaying, until his erection subsided and his breathing returned to normal.
Silco slipped out of his arms, turned around, ruffled his hair, and Vander kissed him again.
“Do you think we should make up for lost time?”
“No. I was hurt, after all”.
“Even if you're a great liar, Silco, no one will believe you. You look like someone who's just been fucked. Properly fucked. Those red cheeks suit you, anyway”.
“We'll just go away then,” Silco replied, pulling up his braces again and putting on his jacket.
They had walked out, trying in vain to avoid the stares of the other miners.
“Good for you, guys!” exclaimed one of those they had passed.
Vander blushed, while Silco gave them the finger and laughed.
“By the way, Vander, you also look like you've just been fucked. So that you know”.
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