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children of tomorrow -- part 7
this part has rimming and there's no lube or condoms. also angst.
They found water the next morning. It was from a spring, clean and perfect, and very cold against their skin. But the sun was coming up strong and hot, a nice counterbalance to the water's temperature.
The grin on Frank's face was as bright as the sun. Almost immediately, he began stripping out of his tunic and trousers, looking at the water eagerly.
"C'mon, Gee," Frank said, then jumped into the cold spring. The splash got Gerard, soaking him to the skin. He was reasonably sure it was intentional.
Frank bobbed up to the surface and sucked in a deep breath. "Cold. But it feels good," he said. "What do I have to do to get you in here with me?"
Gerard smiled and tried not to stare at all the tattoos. Frank was gorgeous, his skin an artistic dichotomy of light and dark. Gerard wondered who had done the ink work. He wanted to understand art so badly, but it had never been accepted in the City and he'd had to hide his talents and longings.
Slowly he stripped out of his black and gray clothes and dipped his foot into the water. It was cold. Nothing like the heated pools back in the City.
"Scared of a little cool water?" Frank asked, goading him.
"Of course not," Gerard said, and dove into the spring, swimming through the water to get to Frank so he could pull on his ankles and tip him under.
They both came up laughing and Frank jumped on Gerard's head to push him under again.
Again and again they dunked each other, laughing and gasping for breath. Gerard had never felt so free.
Frank finally held his hands up and surrendered, and that is when Gerard noticed it for the first time.
"Wait, let me see your hand," Gerard said, taking Frank's left wrist and turning his hand over.
“What?” Frank said. Then he saw it too. “What does it mean?”
Both Frank and Gerard stared at the crystal clear lifeclock for a long moment before Frank grabbed Gerard's left hand and saw that his was the same.
“It means we're free,” Gerard said, trying desperately not to choke up. “But I … I'm not sure I know what freedom is.”
In his childhood he'd been trained for one thing and one thing only. His only place was in the city, wearing the black uniform and carrying a gun. That was all he knew. What was he if he wasn't a Sandman?
Frank looked at him worriedly and then moved in quickly. The kiss was unexpected and terribly sweet, a warm press of lips against lips that thoroughly distracted Gerard from his troubled thoughts.
"What..." Gerard said, but then Frank was wrapping arms around him and holding him closer.
"Do you still want me?" Frank murmured, his eyes big and questioning.
Gerard nodded, then remembered to use his words. "I've wanted you since I first saw you. And it's only gotten worse." Which was odd. He was used to moving on from one lover to another, with no attachments.
Frank smirked. "I think you mean better."
“Different. I'm not used to feeling things like this,” Gerard said.
“Things like what?” Frank asked, pressing against him. His face was tilted up and it was so easy to brush against his mouth again in a simple kiss.
Gerard shook his head, unable to put the emotions into words. He kissed Frank gently, then sucked on his lower lip.
“I'm saying yes, in case you didn't realize,” Frank whispered. Then he opened his mouth and let Gerard's tongue sweep inside and Gerard tasted him for the first time.
“Yeah, I got that,” Gerard said back, but he was smiling and kissing him some more, completely happy and – for the first time in his life – free.
Frank responded enthusiastically, but then he was ducking under the water and swimming to shore. "Coming?" he asked.
Gerard hid a smile at the realization of the double meaning. He followed Frank up onto the bank of the spring and let the sun warm his skin. His eyes drifted up and down Frank's body as he stretched in the sunlight.
"Like what you see?" Frank asked over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Gerard said, coming up behind him and putting hands on his hips. "I'd rather feel, though."
Frank leaned back and rested his head against Gerard's shoulder. Gerard moved his hands carefully over the art on Frank's belly. His skin was chilled but they were both warming up fast. Gerard kissed Frank's neck, lips grazing the dark blue ankh there.
"Tell me what you want," Gerard whispered against Frank's skin.
"Just you," Frank answered. He turned around slowly and took Gerard's hands. As one they knelt in the grass, their eyes locked.
Gerard moved one hand up Frank's arm slowly, tracing over Frank's inner arm with his fingertips until he reached the elbow. The skin was smooth and as pale as the light that came at night. Soft, too, and Gerard bent his head to kiss the crease of Frank's arm.
Frank probably thought he was a freak, but this was the first time Gerard could remember pining for a lover, the first time he was forced to have patience and then to finally get what he wanted. Only, he found he wanted something more than just a quick fuck this time, he wanted to explore and find every sensitive spot on Frank's body, get to know it intimately. He wanted to be able to bring Frank pleasure, to have him panting and begging and then to wring out even more response.
Frank bit his lip as Gerard slowly explored his body, from arm to shoulder to chest. Gerard's fingertips were gentle and teasing at first, but Frank didn't complain. He wasn't strictly passive either, because soon his own hands were moving over Gerard's body, just as soft.
The teasing nature of the touch left Gerard's skin feeling hungry for more. Nerve endings seemed to come alive with each new caress. Gerard moved closer and his hardening cock pressed against Frank's hip.
The grass below them was very soft and welcoming when they lay down, a sun warmed bed of vibrant green. They stayed on their sides at first where they both had easy access to each other, but after some long moments of touching and tangling their legs together, it was no longer enough.
Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank's waist and pulled him so that Frank rolled on top. Frank grinned down at him and straddled his hips.
"Kiss me," Gerard said, staring at Frank's mouth.
Frank ducked his head down and smirked, lips teasingly close when he whispered, "Say please."
Gerard knew games like this, but with Frank he was too overwhelmed to play them. "Please, Frank," he said earnestly. "Kiss me now."
Frank's hands were on either side of Gerard's head, but they moved to tangle in his hair as he leaned down a scant inch more to press his lips against Gerard's.
They'd done this before. Kissing was nice, but usually just the prelude to something else. It should not have been as satisfying as it was. Gerard felt as though he could have stayed like this forever, just holding Frank's body close to his and kissing.
At some point, through some mutual, wordless understanding, the kiss went deeper. It was still a slow, gentle thing, but now tongues were involved in exploration.
Gerard's hands wandered. At first they were in a safe, neutral place on Frank's hips, but Frank's felt so warm and pliant beneath his fingertips. Soon Gerard's hands were sliding up and down Frank's sides, over his belly, then to the back to cup Frank's ass.
Frank moaned quietly into Gerard's mouth and kissed him harder.
"You like that?" Gerard asked breathlessly, then gently tugged on Frank's lip ring with his teeth while squeezing the round cheeks in his hands.
Frank leaned down more so that his cock -- hard and damp at the tip, now -- was pressing against Gerard's stomach. "What do you think?"
Gerard smiled and squeezed again, then took Frank's mouth in a searing kiss that robbed them both of breath in its desperation. Fingertips slid down Frank's crack softly, and Frank moaned again when Gerard circled his hole with light touches.
"I want you," Frank admitted on a whisper. "I want you to fuck me."
Now it was Gerard's turn to groan. It wasn't like he'd never heard the words before, but for some reason hearing them here and now, straight out of Frank's sinfully decadent mouth, made Gerard dizzy-headed with lust.
"Yeah," Gerard said. He rolled Frank onto his back and kissed him hard. "Yeah, I can do that."
Gerard's kisses turned to bites, and his teeth pulled at Frank's lips, turning them dark pink and swollen. Then Gerard dragged his lips across Frank's jaw, down to his throat, where he sucked and bit there, too.
"C'mon," Frank whispered, sounding impatient and too turned on to say more.
But Gerard wasn't going to let him get away with just that. He wanted to hear more.
"Fuck, Gee. Fuck me, c'mon, get me ready for you," Frank said quietly, the timbre and crack of his voice telling even more than the words.
Gerard sucked hard at Frank's neck and a bruise bloomed there, dark and possessively beautiful. "We don't have lube," he whispered.
"I know. Don't care," Frank said.
“Roll over,” Gerard said, pushing at Frank to do just that.
Frank's eyes got darker and then he complied, rolling onto his stomach and then pushing up on his knees.
Every time Gerard looked at Frank, really looked at him, he nearly lost his breath. Frank was small but he was in no way fragile. He was lean but not scrawny. He had muscle definition in his arms and chest, but he wasn't beefy at all.
He looked perfect to Gerard. Just the right balance. And his skin was covered in art, which made him even more attractive.
When Gerard looked at Frank, his heart and stomach seemed to trade places. His breath caught in his throat. Surprisingly, the reaction had nothing to do with the way Frank looked.
Gerard was used to lust. He was well acquainted with desire. In the City, he'd had whoever he wanted, sated himself with nameless men and women, and for the most part had never seen them again.
No one had ever been there for laughter and fear and the sheer joy of living before.
"Quit thinking and get to it," Frank whined, wiggling his ass in the air. It was just the right distraction. Gerard could examine his feelings later.
Much later.
Gerard kissed down Frank's spine and cupped and caressed his ass. Then he was spreading Frank open and licking around his hole, making Frank moan and push back.
"Be patient," Gerard admonished.
Frank mumbled something about don't wanna that was cut off with a long moan as Gerard started licking Frank's sensitive ass.
Gerard smiled to himself and set his mind to making Frank make as many non-verbal exclamations as possible.
It wasn't long until Frank was a babbling wreck, pushing back to meet Gerard's tongue on every wet thrust, so Gerard slowly added a finger and found that Frank liked that even better.
"Fuck, keep going," Frank managed to say, so Gerard crooked his finger and caused Frank to go unintelligible again.
Gerard twisted his finger and made sure everything stayed wet and slick, then carefully added another alongside the first. He'd thought it might be too tight, but Frank opened up easily around him.
"Feel good?" Gerard asked when Frank let out a particularly long moan.
"Fuck," Frank said, his voice low and cracked. His hands were fisting in the grass and dirt while he rocked back hard, fucking himself on Gerard's fingers.
"You're so impatient," Gerard said, then added more spit so he could push in with a third finger.
"Oh," Frank said, pushing back slowly against the new intrusion. Gerard reached around to palm Frank's cock and found it hard and straining. Frank whimpered and thrust into Gerard's gentle hold, then made a frustrated sound.
Gerard grinned and took his hand away. He spat into it so he could slick his cock, and the friction and slippery slide of his hand on his cock almost distracted him. But there was something better on its way, and Gerard lined up behind Frank to take him. He teased Frank's stretched hole with the head first, not pushing in yet, just playing.
"Fucker, fuck me; put it in," Frank said, but then he was saying, "Please, please, Gee..." and there was no way Gerard could ignore that kind of pretty begging.
Carefully, slowly, Gerard pushed inside until Frank's tight muscle gave way to the head of his cock. From there it was easy to push in, but Gerard kept it slow and steady, still mindful of the fact that they were only using saliva for lube.
But Frank either didn't remember or didn't care, because he was pushing back greedily, forcing Gerard's cock to go deeper and drive faster inside him. It took Gerard's breath when Frank squeezed around him and moaned, and Gerard tightened his hands on Frank's hips to hold him still.
Frank groaned and pushed against Gerard's hold, though, rocking back hard and taking Gerard all the way. Gerard moaned loudly, the tight heat wringing the sound out of him.
He gave Frank a moment to get used to the feel of his cock, then began to thrust shallowly.
"No, really do it. Fuck me hard," Frank said, and Gerard's fingertips dug into his skin at the words.
"Fuck, Frank," Gerard swore, and then thrust hard inside him. Frank let out a string of noises that let Gerard know just how much he liked it.
After that it was fast and hard and desperate. Frank rocked back on Gerard's cock and then into the hand that offered to jerk him off. Gerard kept his other hand tight on Frank's hip so he could push and pull in time with his thrusts. Their knees dug into the grass and soft dirt as the sun shone down on their bare backs.
Frank felt so good. It wasn't long before Gerard was hovering on the edge and he had to stop and take some deep, deep breaths in order to keep from falling off into his orgasm. Frank whined incoherently and fucked himself back and forth between Gerard's hand and his cock.
"Gee..." Frank pleaded, and Gerard squeezed his eyes shut and fucked him hard and fast, unrelenting, pushing them both closer and closer to coming.
"C'mon, Frank, come," Gerard gasped out before the sensations took over and all he could do was feel.
Gerard didn't know if Frank obeyed him or not until they were both lying in the grass in a sweaty, panting heap. Then he felt the slick come in his palm and realized he was lying on top of Frank, boneless and probably much too heavy for comfort.
But Frank was blissed out. He giggled and pushed lightly so that Gerard knew to roll onto his side, then looked into his face with a wide smile and half-closed eyes. He looked stoned. Gerard laughed and kissed him, a light touch of lips that quickly turned into a thoroughly deep and thankful kind of kiss.
"That was..." Gerard said, but he was smiling too hard to really talk. Not that he could come up with the words to describe the experience anyway.
"Yeah, it was," Frank agreed, stretching out on his back and putting his hands behind his head.
A light breeze blew through the grass and over their bare, sweat-sheened skin. Gerard leaned over and kissed Frank's neck lazily, over the mark he had made. There were no healing shops here, and Gerard was surprisingly pleased by this fact, knowing that Frank couldn't just get rid of the mark.
"What's it look like?" Frank asked, nearly reading Gerard's mind.
"Oh, well. It's dark pink. Almost purple," Gerard said. He felt himself blushing. "You don't mind, do you?"
"If I minded marks I wouldn't have tattoos," Frank said with a laugh. "And it's yours. I want it."
He was looking up at the sky. Gerard turned to look, too.
In some places in the City there were vapor clouds of the best pharmaceuticals, pink and purple and orange mists that not only fogged the room but also the mind. You could even install a temporary cloud in your own apartments. Ray and Gerard had done this once, just the two of them, when they were Greens. It was too much for just two people, and it had lasted much longer than it was supposed to. They'd been given demerits for being late to work the next day, but they'd both been so relieved it was over that they didn't care much about that.
Gerard had never seen clouds like this. Not this big or this far away. Not white, or in this variety of shapes.
"What do you see?" Frank asked, idly running fingertips through Gerard's hair.
It wasn't until Frank asked that the fantastic shapes took on more familiar forms. Gerard saw Box with a blaster pointed their way, and one cloud resembled a faceless, frozen Runner. A spinning whirl reminded him of Carrousel, and there, streaking across the sky were death masks and ghosts coming to haunt him.
Gerard squeezed his eyes shut tight. "My past," he said honestly.
“Shit,” Frank said, then plastered himself against Gerard's side. “Look at me.”
Gerard did. He looked into Frank's big, dark eyes and saw sincerity. Some worry, too, but also something that made Frank look hopeful.
“We've got something now we never had before. We have tomorrows. Lots of them. Not just a few, where we have to count down to Lastday and hope to hell we Renew. We have a future.”
Gerard nodded. As much as the future scared him, it also stood for hope and a fresh start. And when they got to Sanctuary, he would begin a new life. No, he could do that now. Here. With Frank.
He smiled slightly. “Yeah, we do.”
cheerleading appreciated.
They found water the next morning. It was from a spring, clean and perfect, and very cold against their skin. But the sun was coming up strong and hot, a nice counterbalance to the water's temperature.
The grin on Frank's face was as bright as the sun. Almost immediately, he began stripping out of his tunic and trousers, looking at the water eagerly.
"C'mon, Gee," Frank said, then jumped into the cold spring. The splash got Gerard, soaking him to the skin. He was reasonably sure it was intentional.
Frank bobbed up to the surface and sucked in a deep breath. "Cold. But it feels good," he said. "What do I have to do to get you in here with me?"
Gerard smiled and tried not to stare at all the tattoos. Frank was gorgeous, his skin an artistic dichotomy of light and dark. Gerard wondered who had done the ink work. He wanted to understand art so badly, but it had never been accepted in the City and he'd had to hide his talents and longings.
Slowly he stripped out of his black and gray clothes and dipped his foot into the water. It was cold. Nothing like the heated pools back in the City.
"Scared of a little cool water?" Frank asked, goading him.
"Of course not," Gerard said, and dove into the spring, swimming through the water to get to Frank so he could pull on his ankles and tip him under.
They both came up laughing and Frank jumped on Gerard's head to push him under again.
Again and again they dunked each other, laughing and gasping for breath. Gerard had never felt so free.
Frank finally held his hands up and surrendered, and that is when Gerard noticed it for the first time.
"Wait, let me see your hand," Gerard said, taking Frank's left wrist and turning his hand over.
“What?” Frank said. Then he saw it too. “What does it mean?”
Both Frank and Gerard stared at the crystal clear lifeclock for a long moment before Frank grabbed Gerard's left hand and saw that his was the same.
“It means we're free,” Gerard said, trying desperately not to choke up. “But I … I'm not sure I know what freedom is.”
In his childhood he'd been trained for one thing and one thing only. His only place was in the city, wearing the black uniform and carrying a gun. That was all he knew. What was he if he wasn't a Sandman?
Frank looked at him worriedly and then moved in quickly. The kiss was unexpected and terribly sweet, a warm press of lips against lips that thoroughly distracted Gerard from his troubled thoughts.
"What..." Gerard said, but then Frank was wrapping arms around him and holding him closer.
"Do you still want me?" Frank murmured, his eyes big and questioning.
Gerard nodded, then remembered to use his words. "I've wanted you since I first saw you. And it's only gotten worse." Which was odd. He was used to moving on from one lover to another, with no attachments.
Frank smirked. "I think you mean better."
“Different. I'm not used to feeling things like this,” Gerard said.
“Things like what?” Frank asked, pressing against him. His face was tilted up and it was so easy to brush against his mouth again in a simple kiss.
Gerard shook his head, unable to put the emotions into words. He kissed Frank gently, then sucked on his lower lip.
“I'm saying yes, in case you didn't realize,” Frank whispered. Then he opened his mouth and let Gerard's tongue sweep inside and Gerard tasted him for the first time.
“Yeah, I got that,” Gerard said back, but he was smiling and kissing him some more, completely happy and – for the first time in his life – free.
Frank responded enthusiastically, but then he was ducking under the water and swimming to shore. "Coming?" he asked.
Gerard hid a smile at the realization of the double meaning. He followed Frank up onto the bank of the spring and let the sun warm his skin. His eyes drifted up and down Frank's body as he stretched in the sunlight.
"Like what you see?" Frank asked over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Gerard said, coming up behind him and putting hands on his hips. "I'd rather feel, though."
Frank leaned back and rested his head against Gerard's shoulder. Gerard moved his hands carefully over the art on Frank's belly. His skin was chilled but they were both warming up fast. Gerard kissed Frank's neck, lips grazing the dark blue ankh there.
"Tell me what you want," Gerard whispered against Frank's skin.
"Just you," Frank answered. He turned around slowly and took Gerard's hands. As one they knelt in the grass, their eyes locked.
Gerard moved one hand up Frank's arm slowly, tracing over Frank's inner arm with his fingertips until he reached the elbow. The skin was smooth and as pale as the light that came at night. Soft, too, and Gerard bent his head to kiss the crease of Frank's arm.
Frank probably thought he was a freak, but this was the first time Gerard could remember pining for a lover, the first time he was forced to have patience and then to finally get what he wanted. Only, he found he wanted something more than just a quick fuck this time, he wanted to explore and find every sensitive spot on Frank's body, get to know it intimately. He wanted to be able to bring Frank pleasure, to have him panting and begging and then to wring out even more response.
Frank bit his lip as Gerard slowly explored his body, from arm to shoulder to chest. Gerard's fingertips were gentle and teasing at first, but Frank didn't complain. He wasn't strictly passive either, because soon his own hands were moving over Gerard's body, just as soft.
The teasing nature of the touch left Gerard's skin feeling hungry for more. Nerve endings seemed to come alive with each new caress. Gerard moved closer and his hardening cock pressed against Frank's hip.
The grass below them was very soft and welcoming when they lay down, a sun warmed bed of vibrant green. They stayed on their sides at first where they both had easy access to each other, but after some long moments of touching and tangling their legs together, it was no longer enough.
Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank's waist and pulled him so that Frank rolled on top. Frank grinned down at him and straddled his hips.
"Kiss me," Gerard said, staring at Frank's mouth.
Frank ducked his head down and smirked, lips teasingly close when he whispered, "Say please."
Gerard knew games like this, but with Frank he was too overwhelmed to play them. "Please, Frank," he said earnestly. "Kiss me now."
Frank's hands were on either side of Gerard's head, but they moved to tangle in his hair as he leaned down a scant inch more to press his lips against Gerard's.
They'd done this before. Kissing was nice, but usually just the prelude to something else. It should not have been as satisfying as it was. Gerard felt as though he could have stayed like this forever, just holding Frank's body close to his and kissing.
At some point, through some mutual, wordless understanding, the kiss went deeper. It was still a slow, gentle thing, but now tongues were involved in exploration.
Gerard's hands wandered. At first they were in a safe, neutral place on Frank's hips, but Frank's felt so warm and pliant beneath his fingertips. Soon Gerard's hands were sliding up and down Frank's sides, over his belly, then to the back to cup Frank's ass.
Frank moaned quietly into Gerard's mouth and kissed him harder.
"You like that?" Gerard asked breathlessly, then gently tugged on Frank's lip ring with his teeth while squeezing the round cheeks in his hands.
Frank leaned down more so that his cock -- hard and damp at the tip, now -- was pressing against Gerard's stomach. "What do you think?"
Gerard smiled and squeezed again, then took Frank's mouth in a searing kiss that robbed them both of breath in its desperation. Fingertips slid down Frank's crack softly, and Frank moaned again when Gerard circled his hole with light touches.
"I want you," Frank admitted on a whisper. "I want you to fuck me."
Now it was Gerard's turn to groan. It wasn't like he'd never heard the words before, but for some reason hearing them here and now, straight out of Frank's sinfully decadent mouth, made Gerard dizzy-headed with lust.
"Yeah," Gerard said. He rolled Frank onto his back and kissed him hard. "Yeah, I can do that."
Gerard's kisses turned to bites, and his teeth pulled at Frank's lips, turning them dark pink and swollen. Then Gerard dragged his lips across Frank's jaw, down to his throat, where he sucked and bit there, too.
"C'mon," Frank whispered, sounding impatient and too turned on to say more.
But Gerard wasn't going to let him get away with just that. He wanted to hear more.
"Fuck, Gee. Fuck me, c'mon, get me ready for you," Frank said quietly, the timbre and crack of his voice telling even more than the words.
Gerard sucked hard at Frank's neck and a bruise bloomed there, dark and possessively beautiful. "We don't have lube," he whispered.
"I know. Don't care," Frank said.
“Roll over,” Gerard said, pushing at Frank to do just that.
Frank's eyes got darker and then he complied, rolling onto his stomach and then pushing up on his knees.
Every time Gerard looked at Frank, really looked at him, he nearly lost his breath. Frank was small but he was in no way fragile. He was lean but not scrawny. He had muscle definition in his arms and chest, but he wasn't beefy at all.
He looked perfect to Gerard. Just the right balance. And his skin was covered in art, which made him even more attractive.
When Gerard looked at Frank, his heart and stomach seemed to trade places. His breath caught in his throat. Surprisingly, the reaction had nothing to do with the way Frank looked.
Gerard was used to lust. He was well acquainted with desire. In the City, he'd had whoever he wanted, sated himself with nameless men and women, and for the most part had never seen them again.
No one had ever been there for laughter and fear and the sheer joy of living before.
"Quit thinking and get to it," Frank whined, wiggling his ass in the air. It was just the right distraction. Gerard could examine his feelings later.
Much later.
Gerard kissed down Frank's spine and cupped and caressed his ass. Then he was spreading Frank open and licking around his hole, making Frank moan and push back.
"Be patient," Gerard admonished.
Frank mumbled something about don't wanna that was cut off with a long moan as Gerard started licking Frank's sensitive ass.
Gerard smiled to himself and set his mind to making Frank make as many non-verbal exclamations as possible.
It wasn't long until Frank was a babbling wreck, pushing back to meet Gerard's tongue on every wet thrust, so Gerard slowly added a finger and found that Frank liked that even better.
"Fuck, keep going," Frank managed to say, so Gerard crooked his finger and caused Frank to go unintelligible again.
Gerard twisted his finger and made sure everything stayed wet and slick, then carefully added another alongside the first. He'd thought it might be too tight, but Frank opened up easily around him.
"Feel good?" Gerard asked when Frank let out a particularly long moan.
"Fuck," Frank said, his voice low and cracked. His hands were fisting in the grass and dirt while he rocked back hard, fucking himself on Gerard's fingers.
"You're so impatient," Gerard said, then added more spit so he could push in with a third finger.
"Oh," Frank said, pushing back slowly against the new intrusion. Gerard reached around to palm Frank's cock and found it hard and straining. Frank whimpered and thrust into Gerard's gentle hold, then made a frustrated sound.
Gerard grinned and took his hand away. He spat into it so he could slick his cock, and the friction and slippery slide of his hand on his cock almost distracted him. But there was something better on its way, and Gerard lined up behind Frank to take him. He teased Frank's stretched hole with the head first, not pushing in yet, just playing.
"Fucker, fuck me; put it in," Frank said, but then he was saying, "Please, please, Gee..." and there was no way Gerard could ignore that kind of pretty begging.
Carefully, slowly, Gerard pushed inside until Frank's tight muscle gave way to the head of his cock. From there it was easy to push in, but Gerard kept it slow and steady, still mindful of the fact that they were only using saliva for lube.
But Frank either didn't remember or didn't care, because he was pushing back greedily, forcing Gerard's cock to go deeper and drive faster inside him. It took Gerard's breath when Frank squeezed around him and moaned, and Gerard tightened his hands on Frank's hips to hold him still.
Frank groaned and pushed against Gerard's hold, though, rocking back hard and taking Gerard all the way. Gerard moaned loudly, the tight heat wringing the sound out of him.
He gave Frank a moment to get used to the feel of his cock, then began to thrust shallowly.
"No, really do it. Fuck me hard," Frank said, and Gerard's fingertips dug into his skin at the words.
"Fuck, Frank," Gerard swore, and then thrust hard inside him. Frank let out a string of noises that let Gerard know just how much he liked it.
After that it was fast and hard and desperate. Frank rocked back on Gerard's cock and then into the hand that offered to jerk him off. Gerard kept his other hand tight on Frank's hip so he could push and pull in time with his thrusts. Their knees dug into the grass and soft dirt as the sun shone down on their bare backs.
Frank felt so good. It wasn't long before Gerard was hovering on the edge and he had to stop and take some deep, deep breaths in order to keep from falling off into his orgasm. Frank whined incoherently and fucked himself back and forth between Gerard's hand and his cock.
"Gee..." Frank pleaded, and Gerard squeezed his eyes shut and fucked him hard and fast, unrelenting, pushing them both closer and closer to coming.
"C'mon, Frank, come," Gerard gasped out before the sensations took over and all he could do was feel.
Gerard didn't know if Frank obeyed him or not until they were both lying in the grass in a sweaty, panting heap. Then he felt the slick come in his palm and realized he was lying on top of Frank, boneless and probably much too heavy for comfort.
But Frank was blissed out. He giggled and pushed lightly so that Gerard knew to roll onto his side, then looked into his face with a wide smile and half-closed eyes. He looked stoned. Gerard laughed and kissed him, a light touch of lips that quickly turned into a thoroughly deep and thankful kind of kiss.
"That was..." Gerard said, but he was smiling too hard to really talk. Not that he could come up with the words to describe the experience anyway.
"Yeah, it was," Frank agreed, stretching out on his back and putting his hands behind his head.
A light breeze blew through the grass and over their bare, sweat-sheened skin. Gerard leaned over and kissed Frank's neck lazily, over the mark he had made. There were no healing shops here, and Gerard was surprisingly pleased by this fact, knowing that Frank couldn't just get rid of the mark.
"What's it look like?" Frank asked, nearly reading Gerard's mind.
"Oh, well. It's dark pink. Almost purple," Gerard said. He felt himself blushing. "You don't mind, do you?"
"If I minded marks I wouldn't have tattoos," Frank said with a laugh. "And it's yours. I want it."
He was looking up at the sky. Gerard turned to look, too.
In some places in the City there were vapor clouds of the best pharmaceuticals, pink and purple and orange mists that not only fogged the room but also the mind. You could even install a temporary cloud in your own apartments. Ray and Gerard had done this once, just the two of them, when they were Greens. It was too much for just two people, and it had lasted much longer than it was supposed to. They'd been given demerits for being late to work the next day, but they'd both been so relieved it was over that they didn't care much about that.
Gerard had never seen clouds like this. Not this big or this far away. Not white, or in this variety of shapes.
"What do you see?" Frank asked, idly running fingertips through Gerard's hair.
It wasn't until Frank asked that the fantastic shapes took on more familiar forms. Gerard saw Box with a blaster pointed their way, and one cloud resembled a faceless, frozen Runner. A spinning whirl reminded him of Carrousel, and there, streaking across the sky were death masks and ghosts coming to haunt him.
Gerard squeezed his eyes shut tight. "My past," he said honestly.
“Shit,” Frank said, then plastered himself against Gerard's side. “Look at me.”
Gerard did. He looked into Frank's big, dark eyes and saw sincerity. Some worry, too, but also something that made Frank look hopeful.
“We've got something now we never had before. We have tomorrows. Lots of them. Not just a few, where we have to count down to Lastday and hope to hell we Renew. We have a future.”
Gerard nodded. As much as the future scared him, it also stood for hope and a fresh start. And when they got to Sanctuary, he would begin a new life. No, he could do that now. Here. With Frank.
He smiled slightly. “Yeah, we do.”
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