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Mount wasn't sure how he'd gotten himself here. Well actually, he knew exactly why he was here. It probably had something to do with pining for the same guy for eight years, working as his partner in paranormal work for four of them, being rejected countless times and after finally trying to move on, said partner punching his boyfriend in the face at an office party.
It also likely has something to do with being replaced by the cute new office heart throb and being avoided like the plague after finally thinking he might've had a shot.
But what he can't figure out is what on earth possessed him to drive over to Bread's house at 2 in the morning in the middle of a thunderstorm and how hes now face to face with Bread, who is now sitting in his passenger seat, wearing a hastily put together outfit including a t-shirt, a rain jacket, slippers, and wet hair dripping onto his boxers.
His ears are ringing now, because surely they must've heard incorrectly. He was just yelling at bread, accusing him of ghosting him for the new hire and his stupid ginger hair and now he's being asked if he likes him.
His body reacts before his brain has the chance to form a response. His hand reaches to the back of bread's neck pulling him forward into a kiss, subconsciously cursing the center console in his car for forcing a space between them.
The soft huff that escaped bread's mouth sent a wave of realization that caused mount to move back, the true weight of his actions fully hitting him now.
"Fuck, I-I'm sorry I-" he began to stutter, prepared to face a rejection like one he had never experienced before.
Bread balled mounts shirt in his hand, yanking him back towards him and reconnecting their lips, interrupting his fear.
Mount breathed in deeply, intoxicated by breads aroma that he had never been able to experience quite so close. The scent of his cologne and black tea made him dizzy as he slid his tounge past breads teeth.
"Do..do you want to come inside..?" The words left Breads mouth between the movement of their lips before he could fully process what he was offering, what this question implied.
It wasn't until he saw mounts almost stunned expression followed by his response, that he realized what this invitation was getting him into.
"..yes" Mount answered, sounding far more desperate that he had intended.
Breads hand found its way to the door handle of mounts car. He pushed the door open, nearly disregarding the heavy down pour or anything that wasn't mount, until he felt the cold drops start to wet his back.
"Shit, h-hold on," he sputtered, grabbing the umbrella that he had brought with him and exiting the vehicle with it open, heading towards mounts door.
Mount sat in the car alone for just a short moment as bread hurried to his side of the car. What the fuck is happening right now. He just had his tounge in his partners mouth and now he's being invited inside. Inside to do what?
His mind flashed several different ideas of what was going to occur inside when his door opened up, Bread standing in front of him with the umbrella outstretched offering protection from the rain.
Mount stepped out of his beat up car, standing slowing, his face now level with breads again. He placed a hand on his chest, eyes flickering between breads lips and eyes before a nearby lightning strike followed by booming thunder reminded them of their surroundings, ushering them inside.
Bread closed the large oak door behind him, and before he can close and put down his umbrella, mount has closed the space between them and kissing him once again.
The open umbrella dropped to the floor as mounts hands began to shuffle off breads wet rain jacket from off his shoulders and press his body into the door.
Breads hands meet the curve of mounts slim waist, pulling him impossibly closer and now feeling a growing tightening beneath his boxers.
His room which was just down the hall now felt like miles away. He pushed himself away from the door, guiding mount to take some steps backwards so he could pull him towards his bedroom.
He knew his body had taken control rather than his mind, because he never would've imagined pulling mount down his hallway, stumbling over several pieces of furniture and and eachothers feet but still managing to make it into his bedroom with mounts hands pushing him to sit on to his bed, his knees on either side of him straddling his lap and pushing him against his head board. Well, maybe he had imagined it, but he certainly didn't imagine it would be a reality.
But something about being deprived of Mounts presence for two weeks, fully by his own idiotic doing, and now seeing him in his pajamas, soaking wet with his tear streaked face..It was driving him crazy.
Mounts hands traveled on breads chest, his arms, his waist, and his back. Studying his upper half with a curiosity that had been festering for years.
"Is- is this okay..?" Mount asked breathlessly, still not totally convinced he wasn't dreaming.
After all, it wouldn't have been the first time.
"M..mhm" bread managed to muster out before he felt mounts hand travel down, cupping his erection through his boxers, the thin fabric offering little protection.
"Is...this okay?" Mount asked, sounding more sure of himself, but still seeking consent to proceed.
Breads breath hitched at the touch and he attempted to respond with a sound of conformation similar to the last, but it came out sounding less coherent than he had hoped.
Mounts thumb brushed the fabric ever so gently as his lips moved to breads ear, whispering breathily
"I'm gonna need to hear a yes"
The subtle movement sent a jolt through bread's body, combined with mounts hot breath in his ear practically forced a response from his throat.
"Yes, p..please yes"
"Mierda, me vuelves loco" Mount whispered under his breath, his mind far too distracted on the things he was hearing, seeing, and feeling, to be focused on what language he was speaking.
It was ever so subtle, the way his accent would shift when he spoke Spanish. So small, but something that had always sent chills down breads spine. One of his hands tightened his grip on the blanket while the other pulled mounts hips closer, now feeling his erection press against his own. Mount seemed to pick up on this reaction, as his hand began to stroke breads length over his boxers and he continued in Spanish,
"Eres como un sueño. Mejor que un sueño." He spoke lowly, rolling his R's where he could and extenuating his accent just a bit.
Bread's hips rolled forwards into his hand, his own now pawing at the rim of his boxers offering another invitation.
Mount wet his hand with saliva before slipping it beneath his partners boxers, taking him in his hand fully now and kissing his neck as he began to find a steady rhythm.
"M-Mount.." bread breathed, nuzzling his face into the crook of the others neck, completely unaware of the way hearing his name said like this had the power to destroy any inhibitions or uncertainty that was holding him back.
Mount was grateful he was sitting down because surely his knees would've given out at this point. He resisted the urge to quicken his pace and end things too quickly. No, he was going to take his time, making note to memorize the sound of every moan, every sensitive spot, the smell of his bedsheets, the feeling of his still wet body pressed against his own.
"Mhm" Mount hummed, using his avaliable to hand to finally pull down breads boxers. He leaned back for just a moment to steal a glance at his handing traveling up and down the now fully exposed member, taking a moment to trace his thumb over the slit.
Bread gasped as he rocked his hips gently to match the rhythm. Every stroke combined with the love bites being left all over his neck brought him closer to completion, it wasn't until he was throbbing beneath mounts touch that he realised he didn't want this moment to end in his hand.
"W-..Wait," he spoke softly, part of his body begging him to shut up and allow him to keep going.
Mount was quick to retract, fearful that he had misread this situation entirely and gone too far. The look of his doubt suddenly returning across his face lead bread to chose his next words carefully.
"..I want you. All of you." Bread admitted as his face flushed a deep red, his hand traveling down mounts waist and planting firmly on his ass cheek.
Mount let out a huff of air he felt like he had been holding in since they entered the house. His eyes studied every inch of his face, confirming that what he had just heard had truly come out of his mouth. He lifted his own shirt above his head and discarded it on the ground.
Breads hands traced tattoos on mounts abdomen that he had never seen before, taking a special log of each one and their placement.
"Ah..do you have-" Mount began before he was silenced at the speed in which breads hand sprung to the handle of his bedside table, opening it to reveal the half full bottle of oil.
Mount smirked at the others eagerness as he picked up the bottle, popping open the cap. He applied the oil to his hand before using a generous amount to lubricate the others erection. He pulled at the drawstring tied firmly at his waist to untie and remove his pajamas pants that he had already felt bread tugging at.
Mount paused for a few seconds to admire the scene taking place below him. He could hear the raining pelting the windows, the wind howling. He could see the odd lighting strike outside followed by booming thunder. He could feel their naked bodies pressed together and breads hand snaking up his thigh. He caught his hand gently pulling it up to his cheek. He kissed his wrist, his palm and his fingers before tipping the bottle into his cupped hand, rubbing it across his fingers while he watched breads face and studied his reactions, mesmerized.
Bread swallowed as he watched mount reposition himself slightly for better access. He began to touch him, pushing his nerves aside as he felt mounts back arch and watched his eyes flutter. Cautiously, he submerged a finger, his shaking hands began to steady as he started to move in and out. The little sounds he earned from mounts mouth felt like the best reward he'd ever received.
"F-Fuck," Mount moaned, pulling bread closer and leaving scratches on his shoulders that would undoubtedly be marking him for a couple of days.
Bread could watch this forever, the way mounts features twisted with pleasure as he moved his fingers inside him, adding a second one.
Mount moved his hips up and down, matching the pace of bread's hand for a couple of minutes, shuddering as he pressed himself deeper onto him. His fingers crept to the back of breads neck, pulling him forward to reunite their lips hungrily. He pulled back, resting their foreheads together, a string of saliva connected their lips like magnets begging to be pulled back together.
"N-Now, please.." Mount breathed, his hand returning to breads shaft and sliding a thumb across the tip.
Bread twitched under his touch, leaning forward to kiss him again before slowly retracting his fingers, adoring the way mounts moan felt against his mouth. He placed both hands below mounts thighs, guiding him upwards and forwards to position himself with his entrance. He swallowed his nerves as mount brought his hips down, biting back a groan while mount spread his legs further apart.
Mounts head reared back as he brought himself down onto breads full length, his eyes rolling to the back and a sound escaping his mouth he had never heard himself make before. He hand shot to cover his mouth, embarrassed at how vocal he was already being.
Bread couldn't stand the idea of being deprived of the sweet song coming from mounts throat, he gently removed his hand from his mouth, their fingers intertwining naturally.
"Please..let me hear-" he pleaded, eyes looking up at him with such desperation.
If bread wanted something to listen to, mount sure as hell was going to give it to him, he would give him anything he asked for. He moved their entangled hands to press breads against the headboard beside Bread's head, pinning it there softly and using the head board to pull himself up and he rode him. A chorus of moans and pants that were slightly more deliberate now filled breads ears, failing to conceal the ones coming out his own mouth as well.
Mounts grip tightened on breads hand, opening his eyes that had closed to revel in the pleasure to glance down at breads face. God, he was pretty, and far more pretty with sweat dripping down his body and bruises already forming on his neck. He released his hand, drawing his face towards his own and gripping his hair while he pushed his tounge past his lips.
"Mm...de..deeper" Mount begged, his other hand pulling bread upwards and pulling himself down upon him and much as he could, groaning deeply into his mouth.
Bread's hips buckled forward, the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. He wrapped his fingers around mounts twitching erection and stoked heavily as their thrusts began to get more sloppy with a desperation to finish.
"Oh..fu..fuck im-" Bread was unable to finish his sentence before mount lifted himself up higher and slammed his body onto his and plunged his cock deep inside of him.
Bread felt himself throb against mounts warm tight walls as he filled him up with his orgasm. His hand continued to stroke mount's rod as he rode out his own climax, picking up pace.
Mount was quick to follow, his own warm fluid exploding into the others hand and covering their stomachs as breads began to seep out below him.
They both panted deeply as mount lifted himself off of breads member and fell slump against his body with exhaustion. They sat their in the silence for a moment, their hearts thumping against each other as they processed what had really just happened, a boom of thunder filled the room.
"Bread -" Mount began hoarsley but stopped himself, unsure of what to say, a lump forming in his throat.
"I know" he murmured, still trying to catch his breath. HIs hand laced back together with mounts.
What did he know? That he loved him? That he's loved him for eight years? That he loves him back? He mostly knew that they had a lot to talk about, but also that it was late, and his body couldnt stand to hold itself up much longer. So for now, instead of knowing or talking, they laid on the mattress together.
Mount traced the arm bread placed around him with his fingers, grateful for the occasional lighting strike that illuminated the room and reminded him that he was really here. Both of them quickly fell victim to a deep sleep, the fact that their morning shifts with detective Mendez and Joey were starting in less that 4 hours far from their minds.