He stifles his moan when Faraday reaches into his trousers to help, and when he wraps his hand around him, he stops everything he's doing as his whole body rocks forward into the touch. It's like he's gone completely useless at the touch of those warm, calloused hands. Vasquez really did think he'd lost them forever, and it's not long before his arousal makes his cock almost painful, it's so bad.
The desperation travels to his face and he lets out a pained sob, grateful and needy all at the same time. "Faraday," he lets out a cry. He's been this loud before when they're on the side of the road, but never when they're together in private like this, not in a room. They haven't done this in so many rooms with so many beds, never a place where he didn't fear being caught.
He doesn't want to step away, but his trousers are still around his ankles and he shoves at them, pushing them off to leave him in absolutely nothing. He grabs at Faraday's hips when he's free, bearing in to press flush against him, even if it makes the angle strange for Faraday's hand, trying to walk them towards the bed.
"I want you to fuck me," he murmurs, nuzzling and nosing at Faraday's neck. He thinks maybe he has just enough oil left for this, from when he'd unpacked his bag and shoved it away in a hurry, not strong enough to see it and be reminded of Faraday.
It's insanely gratifying how Vasquez responds without an ounce of reservation, how he bucks into Faraday's touch like he fears he'll never feel it again. (A voice at the back of his head reminds him that for a while there, that had very much been a reality for the both of them; Faraday is quick to shove it away.)
And when Vasquez moans like that, voice heated and desperate as it shapes his name – well, now. That's certifiably intoxicating, and Faraday feels his own cock pulse in response. He'd only gotten as far as yanking off his shirt and vest before he had stepped in to help Vasquez strip, which means that when Vasquez pulls them flush together, Faraday is still wearing his jeans. He huffs out a puff of a laugh, readjusting his grip on Vasquez's cock, shuffling a little awkwardly when Vasquez herds him toward the bed.
The backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, and he nearly trips; his drinks from back at the saloon have made him a little clumsy, have made balance more of a suggestion than a hard rule. His free hand catches hold of Vasquez's shoulder, keeping himself upright, and Faraday lets out another snort of a laugh.
"Well, first off," he begins, though he cuts himself off with a small, approving hum. He tilts his head, giving Vasquez a little more room to press against his neck. The heat of Vasquez's breath makes him shudder a little, makes want jolt down his spine like lightning.
"First off," he repeats, "you're gonna have to let me get naked. And second off, you're gonna have to get some slick."
Vasquez makes a noise of protest, because it's not fair when Faraday actually goes and has sense like this. He's not supposed to talk about the things they need, not when he's currently working his mouth over all that rough, hot skin, moving his hands to Faraday's bare waist so he can push his fingers into the warmth there, which he's missed so much.
"Fine," he agrees hoarsely, even though he doesn't think it's so fine and he definitely doesn't let him go so easily. He breathes out slowly and takes his hands off Faraday, even going so far as to hold them up in the air, like he's showing how well he can behave.
Swallowing back another needy sound in his throat, he steps back to give Faraday room to undress, walking with long, easy steps to get what's left. It's not much, and it's everything he had on him when he'd run away, but it's enough.
He holds it up triumphantly as he lobs it to the end of the bed, crawling in at the head to sprawl out, lying on his stomach so that he can make his way to where Faraday is, perched on his forearms and staring up at him, his body long and lean and naked and on display and even if he's not at his peak, he knows it's not a bad sight.
Honestly, it's a goddamn tragedy for everyone involved when Vasquez actually listens to Faraday, when he pulls away that blessedly hot mouth and his calloused hands away from Faraday's bare skin. Faraday ought to feel smug that, for once, he's the one being smart about this; instead, his body practically keens with loss as Vasquez backs away.
For a breath, Faraday almost regrets making those suggestions, sound as they were. But he quickly kicks that feeling aside for how stupid it is.
Vasquez is quicker than Faraday expects, though, plucking that familiar little bottle from his few belongings. He watches with open interest as Vasquez moves onto the bed. Vasquez has always been slimmer than Faraday – though he's hardly a small man by any means. His body is lean where Faraday's is broad (leaner than usual, Faraday notes with a pang of worry that he tries desperately to keep off his face), and Faraday's always appreciated the other man's athletic build, though it took him quite some time to own up to that appreciation.
He makes a show of rolling his eyes at Vasquez's demand, and just to be a contrary bastard, he decides to take his time. It took him a while to get used to the way Vasquez watches him, the way the other man's gaze roved over his scarred and battered body. Faraday may still be handsome, his facial scars faded or hidden beneath his beard, but seeing him bare-chested is another thing entirely. It's an ugly patchwork, his skin pitted and knotted, torn and slashed with red lines, but he's become a little less ashamed of it, at least where Vasquez is involved.
It's a goddamn relief when he frees his hardened cock from his jeans, though, and he lets out a small sigh for it. Slowly, deliberately, he pushes his pants down, leaning against the bed post as casually as he can manage to help support his bad side. He steps out of them, kicking them away, before spreading his hands and waggling his fingers.
"Satisfied?" he asks blandly, a hint of challenge in his eyes.
The taking his time is going to start eating away at him. Slowly, very slowly, Vasquez can feel his patience eroding and he knows that before long, he's going to get completely impatient and snap, but not yet. At least, not while he has some control and he's enjoying the way new pieces of skin are revealed.
It's all things he didn't think he'd get to see again, so he takes his time looking, breath sharp as he inhales and watches fondly, shifting to move to sit on the edge of the bed, greedy hands wanting to touch and take.
He's still just as handsome as when they met. The scars are just a reminder of how much courage he has in him and how brave he'd been to give up so much to save them. Vasquez is only lucky that they had been able to stitch him back together. When his cock is free, he bites his lip and reaches for Faraday by the hips, tugging him towards the bed.
"The best," he vows. "Now. How do you want to fuck me?"
He lets Vasquez tug him forward, hands coming to rest on Vasquez's shoulders. The question draws a quick huff from Faraday – a breath that approaches a fond laugh – and he cards his fingers through Vasquez's unruly curls.
"I wanna see you," is Faraday's answer, and he offers it up quickly enough. Maybe on a different day, taking Vasquez from behind will be his preference; there is, after all, much to be said about having that leverage, about seeing the long line of Vasquez's back and watching his muscles tense and coil. But today, right now, after all this time apart, he wants to be able to watch Vasquez fall apart.
"Go on," he says, and he gives Vasquez a light nudge, urging him further up the bed. "On your back, sweetheart."
There's a little voice in his head that's telling him that he doesn't deserve any of this. After all, he'd been the cowardly one to bolt away from Faraday when he should have been braver and stronger, tried to be with him without running away. And yet, Faraday is the one here, hands in his hair, calling him sweetheart and it makes his breath catch as he stares at him.
Nodding, he reaches for the slick and shifts to his back, digging his heel into the bedding to give himself leverage to start preparing himself.
With the posts, it almost creates an illusion of privacy, like there's no world outside of this area. It's exactly what he wants right now, because the only thing in the world that he's after is this. He keeps working his fingers inside of himself, his eyes never leaving Faraday. "Come touch me," he pleads, because he could say that he misses him again, but Faraday already knows this. "Joshua, please."
He kneels on the edge of the mattress once Vasquez shifts further up the bed. Faraday watches how eagerly Vasquez moves, how his slick fingers work himself open. There's a dizzying moment where he thinks about how keenly he had missed this fool of a man, how furious he had been at Vasquez for leaving him, and how quickly that had all been washed away in the course of a night. Maybe he ought to be a little more angry at himself for being so easily swayed, but mostly, he's relieved to have this again.
When Vasquez makes that demand, Faraday's smile turns from warm and fond to something slightly feral.
"Well," he says, low and heated. "I can't very well say no to that, can I?"
He moves further up the bed, slipping into the space between Vasquez's leg like it's the most natural thing in the world. His hands rest on his knees, smooth up along the other man's toned thighs to curl around his hips. His thumbs trace the blades of his hips – slightly more pronounced now, after this time apart, but he forces himself not to frown when he notices it. Instead, he relishes the heat of Vasquez's skin, and the familiar tense, toned muscles.
He reacquaints himself with Vasquez's body, calloused palms traveling the bared expanse of Vasquez's skin, tracing the contours of his muscles, following the path of old, faded scars. And he takes pains to avoid Vasquez's cock, swollen and twitching and leaking with precum as it is.
Faraday is, perhaps, following the word of Vasquez's plea, if not the spirit of it. After all, he is touching Vasquez, as he asked.
When Faraday starts getting closer, his breaths accelerate. He knows that he's going to get what he needs (not wants, but needs), but then Faraday's hands start to map his body in a way that he hasn't had for so long, but he knows that no one else could give him, not like this.
He's so happy for the touch that it takes him a moment to realize how much he's being teased. Though, when he does, it's not long before Vasquez starts to collapse into impatience, which is a spiral down that crashes soon enough. "Joshua," is a heated demand, slipping past his lips.
His eyes are wild, trying to track him, because there's two things he wants to be happening right now and neither of them are. "Kiss me," he pleads. "Or touch me, you know where," he hisses, reaching out to grab Faraday by the hair and yank him in a little tighter, trying to get him to do what he wants.
The naked impatience in Vasquez's voice earns the man a quick, almost feral smirk, challenging and knowing all at once.
"I am touchin' you," he cuts back almost blithely, hands bracketing the other man's hips, thumbs pressing against the blades.
Of course, Faraday should've expected Vasquez to take matters into his own hands, and when Vasquez grabs him, pulls on his hair, Faraday lets out a startled sound for it, catching himself by pressing a hand against the mattress before he accidentally headbutts the other man. He snorts out a laugh, still a little fuzzy thanks to the drinks back at the bar, but he finds his balance soon enough.
"Impatient bastard," he murmurs, but he ducks down and claims Vasquez's lips in a heated kiss. Positioned as they are, Faraday's cock presses against Vasquez's stomach, rubs against Vasquez's own cock, and it's an easy enough thing to reach between them and grab both of their lengths. He lets out a shuddering moan against Vasquez's mouth before biting a little meanly at the other man's lower lip. "You coulda knocked us both out just then."
He narrows his eyes at Faraday when he makes that stupid claim, because he's absolutely doing it to get on his nerves and unfortunately, it's even working. Why is he so enamoured with this jackass, is what he wants to know, and yet, he knows he loves him.
Lucky for him, Faraday goes easily with the pull, and Vasquez smirks into that kiss, feeling proud of himself though even that melts away as soon as Faraday is closer, tangling his fingers into his hair, trying to rut up against his cock as best as he can, desperate for the touching and the closeness.
"You should have just touched me then," he replies, eager and happy to be contrary.
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Date: 2019-02-11 11:40 am (UTC)The desperation travels to his face and he lets out a pained sob, grateful and needy all at the same time. "Faraday," he lets out a cry. He's been this loud before when they're on the side of the road, but never when they're together in private like this, not in a room. They haven't done this in so many rooms with so many beds, never a place where he didn't fear being caught.
He doesn't want to step away, but his trousers are still around his ankles and he shoves at them, pushing them off to leave him in absolutely nothing. He grabs at Faraday's hips when he's free, bearing in to press flush against him, even if it makes the angle strange for Faraday's hand, trying to walk them towards the bed.
"I want you to fuck me," he murmurs, nuzzling and nosing at Faraday's neck. He thinks maybe he has just enough oil left for this, from when he'd unpacked his bag and shoved it away in a hurry, not strong enough to see it and be reminded of Faraday.
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Date: 2019-02-27 07:59 am (UTC)And when Vasquez moans like that, voice heated and desperate as it shapes his name – well, now. That's certifiably intoxicating, and Faraday feels his own cock pulse in response. He'd only gotten as far as yanking off his shirt and vest before he had stepped in to help Vasquez strip, which means that when Vasquez pulls them flush together, Faraday is still wearing his jeans. He huffs out a puff of a laugh, readjusting his grip on Vasquez's cock, shuffling a little awkwardly when Vasquez herds him toward the bed.
The backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, and he nearly trips; his drinks from back at the saloon have made him a little clumsy, have made balance more of a suggestion than a hard rule. His free hand catches hold of Vasquez's shoulder, keeping himself upright, and Faraday lets out another snort of a laugh.
"Well, first off," he begins, though he cuts himself off with a small, approving hum. He tilts his head, giving Vasquez a little more room to press against his neck. The heat of Vasquez's breath makes him shudder a little, makes want jolt down his spine like lightning.
"First off," he repeats, "you're gonna have to let me get naked. And second off, you're gonna have to get some slick."
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Date: 2019-02-27 01:30 pm (UTC)"Fine," he agrees hoarsely, even though he doesn't think it's so fine and he definitely doesn't let him go so easily. He breathes out slowly and takes his hands off Faraday, even going so far as to hold them up in the air, like he's showing how well he can behave.
Swallowing back another needy sound in his throat, he steps back to give Faraday room to undress, walking with long, easy steps to get what's left. It's not much, and it's everything he had on him when he'd run away, but it's enough.
He holds it up triumphantly as he lobs it to the end of the bed, crawling in at the head to sprawl out, lying on his stomach so that he can make his way to where Faraday is, perched on his forearms and staring up at him, his body long and lean and naked and on display and even if he's not at his peak, he knows it's not a bad sight.
"Well? Get naked faster," he insists.
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Date: 2019-02-28 07:49 am (UTC)For a breath, Faraday almost regrets making those suggestions, sound as they were. But he quickly kicks that feeling aside for how stupid it is.
Vasquez is quicker than Faraday expects, though, plucking that familiar little bottle from his few belongings. He watches with open interest as Vasquez moves onto the bed. Vasquez has always been slimmer than Faraday – though he's hardly a small man by any means. His body is lean where Faraday's is broad (leaner than usual, Faraday notes with a pang of worry that he tries desperately to keep off his face), and Faraday's always appreciated the other man's athletic build, though it took him quite some time to own up to that appreciation.
He makes a show of rolling his eyes at Vasquez's demand, and just to be a contrary bastard, he decides to take his time. It took him a while to get used to the way Vasquez watches him, the way the other man's gaze roved over his scarred and battered body. Faraday may still be handsome, his facial scars faded or hidden beneath his beard, but seeing him bare-chested is another thing entirely. It's an ugly patchwork, his skin pitted and knotted, torn and slashed with red lines, but he's become a little less ashamed of it, at least where Vasquez is involved.
It's a goddamn relief when he frees his hardened cock from his jeans, though, and he lets out a small sigh for it. Slowly, deliberately, he pushes his pants down, leaning against the bed post as casually as he can manage to help support his bad side. He steps out of them, kicking them away, before spreading his hands and waggling his fingers.
"Satisfied?" he asks blandly, a hint of challenge in his eyes.
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Date: 2019-02-28 11:53 pm (UTC)It's all things he didn't think he'd get to see again, so he takes his time looking, breath sharp as he inhales and watches fondly, shifting to move to sit on the edge of the bed, greedy hands wanting to touch and take.
He's still just as handsome as when they met. The scars are just a reminder of how much courage he has in him and how brave he'd been to give up so much to save them. Vasquez is only lucky that they had been able to stitch him back together. When his cock is free, he bites his lip and reaches for Faraday by the hips, tugging him towards the bed.
"The best," he vows. "Now. How do you want to fuck me?"
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Date: 2019-03-18 07:56 am (UTC)"I wanna see you," is Faraday's answer, and he offers it up quickly enough. Maybe on a different day, taking Vasquez from behind will be his preference; there is, after all, much to be said about having that leverage, about seeing the long line of Vasquez's back and watching his muscles tense and coil. But today, right now, after all this time apart, he wants to be able to watch Vasquez fall apart.
"Go on," he says, and he gives Vasquez a light nudge, urging him further up the bed. "On your back, sweetheart."
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Date: 2019-03-18 01:18 pm (UTC)Nodding, he reaches for the slick and shifts to his back, digging his heel into the bedding to give himself leverage to start preparing himself.
With the posts, it almost creates an illusion of privacy, like there's no world outside of this area. It's exactly what he wants right now, because the only thing in the world that he's after is this. He keeps working his fingers inside of himself, his eyes never leaving Faraday. "Come touch me," he pleads, because he could say that he misses him again, but Faraday already knows this. "Joshua, please."
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Date: 2019-03-27 04:53 am (UTC)When Vasquez makes that demand, Faraday's smile turns from warm and fond to something slightly feral.
"Well," he says, low and heated. "I can't very well say no to that, can I?"
He moves further up the bed, slipping into the space between Vasquez's leg like it's the most natural thing in the world. His hands rest on his knees, smooth up along the other man's toned thighs to curl around his hips. His thumbs trace the blades of his hips – slightly more pronounced now, after this time apart, but he forces himself not to frown when he notices it. Instead, he relishes the heat of Vasquez's skin, and the familiar tense, toned muscles.
He reacquaints himself with Vasquez's body, calloused palms traveling the bared expanse of Vasquez's skin, tracing the contours of his muscles, following the path of old, faded scars. And he takes pains to avoid Vasquez's cock, swollen and twitching and leaking with precum as it is.
Faraday is, perhaps, following the word of Vasquez's plea, if not the spirit of it. After all, he is touching Vasquez, as he asked.
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Date: 2019-03-27 05:24 pm (UTC)He's so happy for the touch that it takes him a moment to realize how much he's being teased. Though, when he does, it's not long before Vasquez starts to collapse into impatience, which is a spiral down that crashes soon enough. "Joshua," is a heated demand, slipping past his lips.
His eyes are wild, trying to track him, because there's two things he wants to be happening right now and neither of them are. "Kiss me," he pleads. "Or touch me, you know where," he hisses, reaching out to grab Faraday by the hair and yank him in a little tighter, trying to get him to do what he wants.
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Date: 2019-04-02 08:23 am (UTC)"I am touchin' you," he cuts back almost blithely, hands bracketing the other man's hips, thumbs pressing against the blades.
Of course, Faraday should've expected Vasquez to take matters into his own hands, and when Vasquez grabs him, pulls on his hair, Faraday lets out a startled sound for it, catching himself by pressing a hand against the mattress before he accidentally headbutts the other man. He snorts out a laugh, still a little fuzzy thanks to the drinks back at the bar, but he finds his balance soon enough.
"Impatient bastard," he murmurs, but he ducks down and claims Vasquez's lips in a heated kiss. Positioned as they are, Faraday's cock presses against Vasquez's stomach, rubs against Vasquez's own cock, and it's an easy enough thing to reach between them and grab both of their lengths. He lets out a shuddering moan against Vasquez's mouth before biting a little meanly at the other man's lower lip. "You coulda knocked us both out just then."
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Date: 2019-04-02 03:03 pm (UTC)Lucky for him, Faraday goes easily with the pull, and Vasquez smirks into that kiss, feeling proud of himself though even that melts away as soon as Faraday is closer, tangling his fingers into his hair, trying to rut up against his cock as best as he can, desperate for the touching and the closeness.
"You should have just touched me then," he replies, eager and happy to be contrary.