Dudley could lose himself in this.
In the way Desmond's lips softened under his.
In the taste of hot spice.
In the taking, the giving.
Fuck.
He ground against the other man's thigh, shifting so the hot brands between them brushed, sizzled. Barely restraining himself from bucking harder as the jack-of-all-trades dug blunt nails into his flesh. A need-filled groan rumbled up from his chest. A tiny bite of pain, one tiny bite enough to get swallowed up by, enough to make his heart thunder in his ears.
What would Desmond think, if he knew how fucked up things could get? How fucked up his life was, how very much Dudley didn't deserve this, didn't deserve sinking in deep, didn't deserve anything special?
He shoved the doubts away as roughly as he twined his tongue around Desmond's, needing the other man closer still, and really fucking naked. Now. Dudley did a number on his center of gravity, leaning into Desmond as much as the other man had, his knees shaking from the intensity he poured into kiss after kiss. He dragged his teeth along Dudley's lower lip and pressed the heel of his hand into the small of his back. But no sooner had he positioned his fingers to massage scalp underneath those damned adorable x-ray goggles than he felt Desmond lose his footing.
Fucking shit, they were falling.
It didn't matter that there was a floor, that he'd take Desmond's weight and likely be in a delicious position with the dark-haired pilot sprawled over him and not taking so much as a bump. No, Dudley registered "loss of balance" as "danger". Instinct took over before he thought to ask permission.
Teleportation was not easy mid-heavy make out session, including another body, and aboard a moving object. There was the visualization, the calculation, the blasted worry that he'd fuck up and be embedded halfway in the control panel. The extra calculations took time, mostly because he'd been so desperately kissing Desmond he'd sort of lost track of the ship layout. So they were in pocketspace longer than he wanted. Microseconds, perhaps, but long enough that the ends of Desmond's hair crisped and his own spikes were probably solid again, too.
That shit was cold. It froze lungs, stole breath, and for anyone not used to popping in and out of it, it could be damned terrifying. Endless black, nothing under your feet, no way to tell up from down.
Out the other side, things were like searing heat. They tumbled into a padded chair, Desmond hugged tight to his front and spread to straddle his lap. Fuckfuckfuck it could've gone so wrong fuck. "Oh fuck, Desmond," he said, regretted the not-an-apology as his breath came out vapor. He gripped the other man's hips hard and pressed his forehead to his chest. "Not really the time to show off my badass superpowers."
Bravado instead of reassurance, cockiness instead of concern, and so much of it so Desmond wouldn't see how freaked out by the sudden transport Dudley had been. If they'd been in pocketspace for microseconds, it took less than that to realize his cock was completely unaffected by its pressures. It might even have been markedly happier, pinned as it was now by Desmond's crotch.
"Next time ask," he growled, as if his stumble hadn't been an accident. "Nothing tests a man's focus like thinking about sucking cock while he's trying to make sure he doesn't 'Port his lover into a damned parachute-less skydive."
Too much. He'd given away too much. Fuck, what if Desmond wasn't into it anymore, the pocketspace too jarring for him to handle? Reluctantly, he pulled his head back and electric blue eyes stared hopefully upward.
In the way Desmond's lips softened under his.
In the taste of hot spice.
In the taking, the giving.
Fuck.
He ground against the other man's thigh, shifting so the hot brands between them brushed, sizzled. Barely restraining himself from bucking harder as the jack-of-all-trades dug blunt nails into his flesh. A need-filled groan rumbled up from his chest. A tiny bite of pain, one tiny bite enough to get swallowed up by, enough to make his heart thunder in his ears.
What would Desmond think, if he knew how fucked up things could get? How fucked up his life was, how very much Dudley didn't deserve this, didn't deserve sinking in deep, didn't deserve anything special?
He shoved the doubts away as roughly as he twined his tongue around Desmond's, needing the other man closer still, and really fucking naked. Now. Dudley did a number on his center of gravity, leaning into Desmond as much as the other man had, his knees shaking from the intensity he poured into kiss after kiss. He dragged his teeth along Dudley's lower lip and pressed the heel of his hand into the small of his back. But no sooner had he positioned his fingers to massage scalp underneath those damned adorable x-ray goggles than he felt Desmond lose his footing.
Fucking shit, they were falling.
It didn't matter that there was a floor, that he'd take Desmond's weight and likely be in a delicious position with the dark-haired pilot sprawled over him and not taking so much as a bump. No, Dudley registered "loss of balance" as "danger". Instinct took over before he thought to ask permission.
Teleportation was not easy mid-heavy make out session, including another body, and aboard a moving object. There was the visualization, the calculation, the blasted worry that he'd fuck up and be embedded halfway in the control panel. The extra calculations took time, mostly because he'd been so desperately kissing Desmond he'd sort of lost track of the ship layout. So they were in pocketspace longer than he wanted. Microseconds, perhaps, but long enough that the ends of Desmond's hair crisped and his own spikes were probably solid again, too.
That shit was cold. It froze lungs, stole breath, and for anyone not used to popping in and out of it, it could be damned terrifying. Endless black, nothing under your feet, no way to tell up from down.
Out the other side, things were like searing heat. They tumbled into a padded chair, Desmond hugged tight to his front and spread to straddle his lap. Fuckfuckfuck it could've gone so wrong fuck. "Oh fuck, Desmond," he said, regretted the not-an-apology as his breath came out vapor. He gripped the other man's hips hard and pressed his forehead to his chest. "Not really the time to show off my badass superpowers."
Bravado instead of reassurance, cockiness instead of concern, and so much of it so Desmond wouldn't see how freaked out by the sudden transport Dudley had been. If they'd been in pocketspace for microseconds, it took less than that to realize his cock was completely unaffected by its pressures. It might even have been markedly happier, pinned as it was now by Desmond's crotch.
"Next time ask," he growled, as if his stumble hadn't been an accident. "Nothing tests a man's focus like thinking about sucking cock while he's trying to make sure he doesn't 'Port his lover into a damned parachute-less skydive."
Too much. He'd given away too much. Fuck, what if Desmond wasn't into it anymore, the pocketspace too jarring for him to handle? Reluctantly, he pulled his head back and electric blue eyes stared hopefully upward.
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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