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This had been a long time coming.
It had been months since Grace pulled Simon from his artificial waters, bloody and half-insane. Months since he's nursed him back to health, met his feral bullshit with kindness, and informed him that whatever fucked up wormhole he'd popped out of led him to a universe full of stars and planets and an Earth light-years away.
Their caution of one another (though mostly on Simon's side) gradually morphed into respect. Not long after, it became attraction.
They danced around each other for weeks, unsure and timid of the only other person in many, many miles. They didn't want to ruin their friendship, their strange little song and dance of domesticity in their little dome surrounded by aliens.
Today, their pining hit its breaking point.
Something had been different the day before. Their eyes traveled further, their touches lingered longer, and they caught each other staring more often than not. It was the weekend, so Grace didn't have any classes for the next two days.
Nothing came of it. Not at first. They'd gone to bed as they always had, starting on separate sides of the bed, though closer over the passing months, and despite the inevitability of waking up in one another's arms.
When they woke, it was a slow thing. Carefully measured breaths becoming natural, the warmth of the other person settling into their bones and the fake sun outside creeping through the curtains.
Grace was spooning Simon this time, one arm laid out for his head to rest on while the other hooked around his waist in a vice. Simon was curled around it, his right hand intertwined with the hand placed over his bare chest easily. He faintly processed the wire of his glasses pressed against his skin, and huffed with amusement at the thought of Grace forgetting to take them off.
Simon woke up first, achingly hard and drowsy from dreamless sleep. He didn't open his eyes at first, simply enjoying the calmness of waking up safe and secure in the arms of the man he trusted more than himself.
The man who's thigh was currently between his legs, soft breathy exhales hot against his neck.
"Hmmgn. Grace?"
He made a sleepy sound, but didn't respond, whining in his throat as he ground against Simon's ass and nudged his dick in the process. Simon quickly became alert, freezing as Grace groped his chest with a quiet, overwhelming moan.
"Grace." He said more firmly, although the rocking motion of his hips made it higher than he'd like. He squeezed the hand underneath his as well as his legs around his thigh, forcing it to a stop. "Ryland."
"Hmm?" He hummed, lazily trying to continue his movements against Simon's restriction.
"You awake?"
"Hm. Wha?"
Finally, Grace started to lift his head from where it was buried against his neck. Simon felt him freeze as soon as he processed their situation. He tried to pull away right after, stuttering apologies as he attempted to retrieve his arms, but Simon held his hand tight against his chest, staring at the wall ahead of him as he gathered his words.
"Do you want this?" He asked, cutting off the panicked babbling of his friend. Grace breathed out shakily, the exhale hot against Simon's skin. He shivered. Grace's hand tensed against his.
"...do you?"
In response, Simon arched his back and pressed his ass against Grace's hips, earning a groan in response.
"Because I really, really want you." Grace sighed into his hair.
"Me too."
Next thing they knew, Simon had twisted and eased Grace's back against the pillows with his stupid cat shirt twisted in his fist and his tongue down his throat.
Grace grasped his shoulders, pressing into his touch and sliding his tongue against his in heated reciprocation. They moaned against each other's mouths, Grace's legs locking around Simon's hips as he tugged him closer and closer and closer. Simon went willingly.
Pretty soon Simon let himself explore beyond Grace's mouth, letting his lips trail down to suck at his neck and his hand untangle from the shirt to run it down the blonde's chest and stomach, moving on to cup Grace's crotch. He paused there, along with their kiss, when he didn't feel a bulge through the thin sweatpants.
But there was a wet spot.
"Wha- oh. Oh my god." Grace leaned back on his elbows, chin ducked and glasses sliding down his nose. It took a second for Simon to place his expression. Embarrassed, yeah, but...nervous, too. "I'm so sorry- I forgot to mention. Um. I don't have a dick."
Simon stared.
"I- If that's a deal breaker, I completely understa-"
"Do you want me to touch your cunt," Simon asked bluntly, pressing more firmly over his clothed entrance, and felt Grace roll his hips into the connection while his eyelashes fluttered lightly over his cheekbones. "-or your ass?"
"Ohhh my god." Grace breathed softly, his beautiful blue eyes widening as he met Simon's from beneath his eyelashes. "Um. Either. Both. I don't care- no preference." He shrugged weakly for emphasis.
Simon didn't move, his gaze narrowing as he continued to stare at him. Grace shifted, subsequently creating the barest friction for himself on Simon's hand. He whimpered almost silently.
"Um. Vagina." Then, when Simon still didn't move soon enough, he coughed and used his knuckles to push his glasses up his nose and whispered, "please."
"Hm." Simon curled his fingers further into the damp spot, feeling it dip and give slightly into the hole underneath. Grace's breath hitched, his hips pushing down on his touch, and Simon felt his stomach tighten in hot, pleasant knots.
He could give his angel some mercy.
"Good boy." Simon murmured, rubbing deliberately over that spot. Grace's expression was a mix of incredulous and desperate, his lips parting as though he had something to say but didn't know how to say it. Simon kept that in mind for later.
Eventually he just reached for his soft pajama pants and scrambled to untie the knotted cord at his waist. Simon shifted when he moved his legs so he could kick his pants off and ended up straddling his right thigh, his index and middle finger sliding through the slick folds hidden by the blonde curls presented to him. He glanced down when his knuckles bumped into something, and appreciated the bottom growth there, red and hard and wanting.
Experimentally, he took it between his fingers and stroked it like he would his own cock, albeit on a smaller scale. Ryland gasped and bucked his hips, subsequently grinding his thigh against Simon's covered erection. His breath hitched with a groan, his teeth gritting when Grace didn't stop.
Simon decided to retaliate, slipping his index finger properly into the already hot and wet heat between Ryland's legs.
The soft, breathy moan that left his lips was a sound Simon swore never to forget.
Crooking his finger further to gain more, Simon watched Grace's face intently, observing every stutter in his breath and the way he threw his head back while he pumped his finger in and out of his pussy. Ryland took it easily, fists clenching the sheets beneath him when he lifted his head to pout at him, his eyes even brighter over the rim of his glasses.
"More. Please, I can take it."
Simon complied, his second finger gliding in just as smoothly as the first. Grace had been pretty worked up before Simon woke him up, and he planned to take full advantage of that.
Simon works him open slowly, rubbing his walls and scissoring his fingers while he committed every new noise and reaction to memory for next time.
God, I hope there's a next time, because this is beautifully addictive.
He kept going until Grace was asking for more. Simon had less dexterity with three fingers inside, but he made do, pressing is thumb at the base of his cock for pressure and stimulation. Grace's arms were shaking and barely holding him up anymore, his head falling back on the pillows aligned against their headboard and his back arching to buck and grind against Simon's hand. It was so hot and Simon was so hard that he wouldn't be surprised if he came before he could even get his pants off.
And then he sunk his fingers in to his last knuckle and curled them until they reached a different texture, this one smooth and prominent against everything else.
"Oh!" Grace moaned, rolling his hips down harshly against Simon's fingers as his hands flew up to tug at his own hair, making it stick up even worse than it had been from sleep. "Ohh my god. Yes! Yes, right there, Simon, right- right there. Oh god."
And Simon, well. How could he do anything but listen?
Fucking his fingers into Grace's cunt at a steady pace, hitting that one spot just right, over and over, Simon tightened his legs around his shaking thigh and circled his cock with his thumb in time.
"Come on, pretty boy. Come for me." He encouraged, mouth dry as Grace threw his hands up to grasp at the top of the headboard in a white-knuckled grip.
"Oh- oh god! Oh god, oh god. Simon! Simon, please!" It doesn't take long for him to come after that, his walls clenching satisfyingly around Simon's fingers while he crooked his hand a few final times as Grace rode out his climax. His moans tapered into small whines the more time passed, so Simon slowly removed his fingers as to avoid overwhelming him.
He shook his head to get some of the hair out of his face so he could look down at him properly, half-naked and spread out like a cat in the sun. Grace's arms were no longer holding the headboard, and were instead curled above his head, stretching his shirt across his chest and pulling it midway up his torso, revealing his abs and more perfect, tanned skin. The blonde sighed contently, eyes fluttering closed in the aftershocks of pleasure. He looked like a wet dream.
Technically, he was.
Raising his hand to his mouth, Simon licked each finger clean, smirking around them when Grace's head shot up at the noise, before placing it on the thigh underneath him to force it still. The deprived whine that left Grace's throat had him even more dizzy than the blood draining from his brain. To try and ground himself, Simon slid his hand beneath Grace's shirt and up to his chest, feeling the smooth, healed scars that lay there. He gave an experimental squeeze, only to make him roll his hips - and thighs - beneath him again.
God. Simon wasn't gonna last long like this.
"Angel?"
"Hmm. Yeah?"
"Can I fuck you?"
Grace's eyes were still glazed from his orgasm, but they widened upon the request. He looked down at the tent in Simons borrowed pants and blinked rapidly before meeting Simons eyes beneath his lashes.
"Yes." He groaned, voice gravelly and deep. "Yes, Simon. Please."
"Condom?"
"Uh, I got my tubes tied." Grace blinked at himself, the information seeming to be new. "I did? No, yeah, I did. Huh. Anyways." Literally waving the thought away, Grace managed to get his arms back beneath him to get eye level with Simon. "Back to what you were saying."
Simon raised an eyebrow, amused by Grace's rambling.
"Lube?"
"Yeah, actually." He glanced back down at Simon's crotch, a blush flushing his cheeks somehow redder. "G-gonna need that."
Twisting to the side to reach the side table, Grace dug around before procuring a handful of packets labeled in three different languages. He tore the first one open with his teeth, the glint of white through plush red lips entrancing as his eyes straying to where Simon was still perched on his leg.
"You gonna take those off, or...?"
"Right." Simon grunted, stumbling a bit to his feet at the side of the bed to do just that. Once his borrowed pants and underwear was on the ground, he hopped right back up, flushing at the way Grace watched him with dark pupils overtaking the beautiful blue of his eyes. He had that look on his face he had when he was doing mental math, and Simon smirked to himself. He wasn't a small man, despite the three inches Grace had on him in height.
"Angel?" He prompted, kneeling between Grace's open legs and hunching down to meet his eyes. They snapped up to his, a conclusion clear within them.
With a hand covered in the first packet of lube, Grace wrapped it around Simon's cock and stroked it in fast, fluid movements. A surprised moan broke past the brunettes lips, his eyes fluttering as he watched Grace slick him up as if he'd practiced it.
"I want you in me. Now."
Something about the scratched, commanding tone and Grace's dark, lustful eyes beneath his eyelashes spurred Simon into action before he could look too deeply into why. Grabbing the next packet of lube and shoving it into Grace's hand to be opened, he scooped the product with three fingers and eased them in and out of his cunt to ensure that it wouldn't hurt. Grace's face tightened with pleasure and he whimpered as he caught Simon's lips desperately back with his.
"Ready?" Simon checked, pressing their already sweaty foreheads together. Grace nodded, leaning back and widening his legs where they had been trapping Simon. He pulled his fingers out to guide his cock, breathing sharply at Grace's whines.
"Yes. Yes, I need you, baby, please I-"
Simon pressed the tip to his entrance, moving slowly and groaning with Grace as he watched himself disappear inch by inch into the scientist's heat. He paused halfway, removing his hand to plant it beside Grace's chest where he immediately held onto the meat of his bicep and dug his fingernails in.
"Good. 'ou feel s' good." Grace moaned, gasping as Simon shifted on his knees and caught against his walls. "So good."
Simon hummed, focusing on not falling over without his left hand there to balance him. It'd be easier if he could...
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Simon acted. Spreading his hand against Grace's side, he leaned closer and rolled to the side of the bed that had been vacated when he had mounted Grace in the beginning. With himself on the bottom and Grace perched on top, Simon flexed his thighs now beneath him in an effort to balance him.
The move was so unexpected that Grace sank down to the hilt of his cock once he had stopped moving, his hands grasping at his chest as he hunched forward with a gasp.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus." He muttered, head hung low. His spine shivered at the feeling of being so full.
"You good?" Simon checked, running a hand up and down his thigh comfortingly, soothing his thumb over the crease between his hip and leg.
"Yep. Good. So good. The best."
"Mmm." Simon raised his hand, pressed his palm against the faint bulge in his belly. Grace's breath shuddered violently through him. "Good boy."
Grace's head shot up with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Simon gave a slight thrust, watching his glasses jump at the movement.
"Oh fuck." He whined. Simon grinned like he'd won a prize.
"Didn't know you were allowed to do that." He purred, patting Grace's stomach before he slid his hand back to his hip.
"Well I'm full- nng, of surprises."
"Hm, you sure are." Simon hummed, thrusting up a second time. "My good boy..."
"Mhhng." Grinding his hips further against Simon's, Grace flexed his hands grounded on his pecs, giving them a firm squeeze. Simon thrusted at the same time when he did it again, drawing out a long moan from both of them. "Yes yes yes, please, Simon. I'll be good. Just- just-"
"Just what, angel?"
Grace huffed, rising himself slightly before dropping back down on Simon's cock with a wet snap.
"Fuck me. Please, Simon, fuck me-" his sentence cut off into a gasp as Simon obliged, thrusting in hips in a slow, steady rhythm.
"So good. You're so good for me, Ryland. Such a good boy. Mgn. Fuck." Gripping his hip hard enough to bruise, Simon gave him what he asked for, meeting him in the middle every time he bounced down on his hips as he pumped them upwards.
As it turns out, sex did not take away Rylands ability to ramble. It did, however, make it much more incoherent.
Simon didn't mind. At all.
"Yes, yes, yes, Simon! Baby don' stop, don' fuckin' stop- ohhh god, Simon!"
"Just like that, Angel, just like that. You're doing so well, such a good boy."
Simon fucked him relentlessly, admiring how the sun cycle at Grace's back lit him up like a gift from heaven. His blonde hair was turned into a halo, and the pale skin revealed by the shirt scrunched up to his chest became a golden tan that Simon couldn't help but kiss. He was obsessed with how nicely Grace's nails dug into his chest and scratched at his shoulders. The wrecked noises he could tear from his throat were going to be on his mind for weeks.
Neither of them were going to last much longer. Grace was already sensitive and beginning to take more and more control, fucking himself on Simon's cock so that it was just right, hitting that same spot inside himself with desperate moves of his hips. Simon had been on the edge since he woke up to Grace rutting against him. Fuck, he almost came from riding his thigh.
"'m close, angel." Simon grunted, sitting halfway up and biting dark marks across his chest where his shirt had ridden up. The hot, twisted knot in his stomach was tightening as stars danced in his vision. "Fuck, Ryland, you feel so good."
"Uh-huh. Me too. Oh baby, yes yes yes." Grabbing the back of Simon's head and tangling his fingers in his hair, Grace slammed their mouths together, moaning around his tongue when Simon bit and licked at his lips.
"So good, angel. Always such a good boy for me. C'mon. Make us come, I know you can. Be a good boy and come for me Ryland."
"Oh my god, Simon!" Grace shuddered above him, clenching down hard on his cock as he hooked his arms around his shoulders and held him flush against him. Simon wrapped his arm around his back and held him as they humped against each other, riding out their releases with panted breaths and desperate praises.
"Hmmm fuck, angel." Simon groaned into his neck, running his hand up and down Grace's back while he twitched and whined from where he was still seated on Simon's softening cock. "Did so good for me, angel. So good."
Grace whimpered and tightened his hold for a few moments, his heavy breathing hot across Simon's shoulders as he slowed to a stop. His thighs trembled as he let them go limp, his weight fully relying on Simon in the haze of his orgasm. Simon grunted, but didn't let go.
"There we go..." He murmured. "Good boy, Ryland."
Grace shivered again, but slowly sat up, bringing both of his hands to card through the curls at Simon's temples and pull them back with his nails scratching dully against his scalp. He melted, eyes fluttering as his muscles loosened like noodles. God, he was hungry.
Sighing contently and dipping his head forward against Grace's chest, Simon stared blurrily at where they were still connected. Something feral in his gut tightened up and was just as quickly soothed by the heavy weight of Grace pressed up against him.
But not was all as it should be.
Dotted around Grace's left hip were dark spots, purpling with blood beneath the skin. Bruises. Simon had left bruises.
"Shit." He frowned, pulling his arm back to himself. Grace hummed, leaning away to see what was wrong.
"What?"
"Shit, angel, I'm sorry." Simon murmured, running his thumb over the bruises he'd left behind. Grace shook his head, pressing his fingers over Simon's to cover the dark flesh with his whole hand.
"It's okay. I- I like it."
Simon peered up at him, and took delight in the way Grace blushed harder and avoided his eyes. His concerned silence prompted Grace's habit to ramble.
"It felt good. I, um. It just, like- ugh." Shaking his head and breathing deeply, Grace shifted in his seat and winced. "Knowing that you put it there, and it was a good thing..." His voice grew quieter, and Simon held his waist gentler now as he stroked the pads of his fingers over the marks. "It was a good thing, right? Um, this?"
Simon's eyes widened, and removed his hand from his side to press Grace's cheek into the palm of his hand.
"Yes." He said, voice still gravelly from sleep and sex. "Yes, Ryland. This was...this was a good thing."
Grace relaxed into his touch, smiling sheepishly as his eyes skittered back to his. Simon eased him into another kiss, just a sweet press to the seam of his lips. When they pulled away, he nudged Grace's glasses back into place and nuzzled their noses together before taking his hand back and placing it behind himself for balance.
"How about we take a shower and eat something?" Simon suggested, watching Grace with lidded eyes and a self-satisfied quirk of his lips. "I think we've worked up an appetite."
Smacking his shoulder and blushing an even prettier pink, Grace mumbled an agreement and held onto Simon's shoulders as he dismounted from his lap. Simon saw him wince as he did, cum already beginning to drip down his thighs.
"Take off your shirt." Simon said. Grace rose a bemused eyebrow but did as he was told, looking down to run his hands over the bruises Simon left behind with a soft smile. Simon blushed at that look - overly fond and too proud for his heart to take. Quickly, he took the shirt and used it to wipe between Grace's legs, earning an indignant squawk and hands back on his shoulders.
"I like that shirt." Grace pouted, huffing when the fabric passed over his crotch.
"We'll clean it." Simon shrugged, tapping Grace's hip for him to move to the side. He stood first, stretching his back and groaning as he wiped his hand and tossed the used shirt to the pile of dirty clothes. He held out his hand to help Grace to his feet, who rolled his eyes but took it, standing on wobbly legs.
"Shut up." He muttered, glaring at Simon under his disheveled bangs.
"I didn't say anything." Simon grinned.
"You smirked. It was a very proud smirk. Shush."
"Shush my eyes?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, Doctor."
"I said shush!"
Grace was giggling at this point, and Simon was a weak, weak man. Leaning in to kiss him again sweetly, he hummed at the sour morning breath mixing with the smell of sex surrounding them.
"Shower." he muttered.
"Mhm." Grace hummed absently, kissing him again.
Simon supposed they could stand there for a few moments longer.
They had forever ahead of them, after all.