Friends will be Friends 1c/8

Date: 2012-04-13 11:12 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Flak leaned forward, now breathing hard himself, and after spitting out his butt end dug his teeth into the base of Shrapnel’s neck. At that moment he felt the raider’s balls clench and his other hand shot out so that the white, hot squirt coming out of Shrapnel’s twitching dick landed right in his palm.

Giving the gasping man no respite, Flak quickly moved his drenched hand to his own dick and the crack of the arse it was resting against. With one generous sweep he spread the spunk in his hand where he wanted the lubrication and without further ado, grabbed Shrapnel’s ass and went for his own goal. With a deep, hoarse groan the raider dropped his body onto his forearms and spread his legs to give him better access, and with slow, careful movement, because he was aware of the disadvantage of his size and girth, Flak eased himself inside, aided by the rather generous amount of lubrication provided. Then he closed his eyes and began to move, his fingers digging into the firm and round buttocks before him.

It really had been too long, and a part of him almost regretted when he realised he was reaching the point of no return far too quickly. But then, the heavy moans of the man under him, his every move meeting Flak’s own thrust in a perfect rhythm, were pulling him under like lead weights. With one last grunt, he let go and spent himself with a few last, deep thrusts.

Both men stood still, their gasping, heavy breaths the only sounds in the silence around them, before Flak slowly withdrew himself again, as cautiously as he had entered. When he looked down, he found the raider slumped over the car, his head falling onto his arms.
“You all right, buddy?”
The reply was muffled, his face buried in his forearms. “Never been better.”
Flak chuckled and used a corner of his shirt to wipe himself off before he pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. With a deeply satisfied sigh, he then settled down on the ground, his back against the door of the car, and watched as Shrapnel slowly straightened up and brought himself into some sort of order again. With a small grin, he went down beside him, but Flak caught him before he reached the ground and pulled him onto his lap. Shrapnel didn’t resist, but he gave him a funny look under raised brows.

“What?”
“Didn’t think you were a cuddler.”
“I ain’t.”
“Oh.” A shrug. “Well.”
“Won’t hold you down if you wanna get off me.”
“I’m cool.” A pause. “Say...”
“Hm?”
“You got any more smokes, buddy?”
Flak draped one arm around Shrapnel’s shoulders while he dug into his pocket with the other to produce a pack. Shrapnel took one, popped it between his lips and Flak took one as well, then took his lighter.
The cigarettes lit, he closed his eyes, leaned his head back again and felt the man on his lap relax a little and finally, settle his head against his shoulder. They remained like that for a while, smoking in companionable silence.

“Flak?”
“What.”
Shrapnel stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles. “Think this’ll happen again?”
Flak thought this through for a while. “Wouldn’t mind. If you came to Falls again, that is.”
“That’s the thing.” Shrapnel tapped off the ash of his smoke. “Don’t think it likely.”
“Hm.” With his eyes closed, Flak trailed his hand up the raider’s back and ran it through the stripe of hair on his crown. It was quite long and due to it not being starched, it hung down one side of his head like a horse’s mane. “Shrap?”
“What?”
“Why don’t you have such a spiky style like the rest of yer gang?”
Shrapnel chuckled. “You know... I tried it, but I just can’t be arsed with it anymore.”
“Looks better that way anyway.”
“What?” Another deep chuckle. “First you cuddle me, and then you give me compliments? What’s next? Flowers?”
Flak settled his head back comfortably and took a drag of his smoke. “Don’t make me break yer nose.”
Shrapnel chuckled again but didn’t reply, and they stayed like that, smoking in silence, until their cigarettes were finished. In the east, the first grey line of dawn began to show on the horizon.
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