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Reckless Games (Butch/m!LW 4/5)

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“Didn’t say that, you ass.” He smeared the saliva on his palm against Butch’s face as retribution.

“Thought it, though. You shallow bitch. Or maybe you’re just jealous cause you can’t grow a beard?”

“Shut the fuck up or I won’t suck your dick.” Promises, promises.

The old man was probably still asleep. And down the hall. Probably closed his door too. Even if none of those things were true, they’d probably still go through with this. Also, they had practiced being quiet. Still a work in progress, though.

Tate didn’t even bother to get him out of his borrowed boxers, just pulled the waistband down over Butch’s erection. Room was warm, getting warmer even though the sun was long gone. Never really seemed to get cold in the Mojave. Getting to the end of October and still felt as warm as August.

Didn’t really waste much time after that. Tate got all curled up between Butch’s spread legs and swallowed him down. Bobbed his head and dug in his fingers against Butch’s hips, trying to keep him pinned against the mattress. With the angle all Butch could really see was his husband’s blond head and the tops of his shoulders as he worked the fly on his armor. Too much work holding his head up, as nice as the view was, and Butch settled back and closed his eyes.

Maybe he should have forced Tate to talk. To acknowledge that he had died, would have stayed dead. Not that he just that he’d lost his hair. They’d run across the country to get out of the never-ending bullshit of the Capital and instead Tate’d got torn up by Legion fucks and he’d taken a bullet to the brain.

But he had been complicit in changing the subject too. Used Tate’s clever mouth for kissing instead of explaining. Now was letting him use it on his cock in sure sucking motions, making the knot of un-expelled anxiety curl and release in his stomach.

Butch tried to forget about piles of ash and laser rifles. Tried to forget about checkered coats and a 9mm.

Almost could with those wet lips working him and that damn purring noise Tate made in the back of his throat just against the head of his cock. Focused instead on that and the rhythm of Tate’s left hand as he mastrubated himself, squeezing and pulling and holding off on cumming until Butch got off too. Didn’t have to see it to know what was happening. Put his own hand in Tate’s damaged hair and pulled hard enough that he’d feel it, trying to make the blond come first so he could talk shit about it later.

“Yeah, like that, Tate. Gonna cum down your throat. And yer gonna swallow it.”

A little hissing whine from Tate and Butch knew he got him good. More squeezing now than stroking. Tate must have overestimated his endurance. He’d lost, messily, Butch could feel it against his leg. Fucker almost bit him too as he came.

Good, so blindingly good that Butch almost forgot to breathe. Tilted his head up again, got a little dizzy, but also got an eyeful of Tate between his legs. Tried to keep his groan back, but really, too much and not enough mental resources to keep everything in check. Mouth that hot that slick, too much.

Thought he wouldn't stop cumming, even after Tate pulled back and started coughing. Had been something like ten days since he'd gotten off. Wasn't 18 anymore but 23 wasn't all that different.

The dizziness didn't fade. Felt seasick in the bed until he fell back asleep.

"Well, I figure it's safe to assume you know this fellow?"

Light outside and inside both. Butch cracked one eye open, then the other. Doctor Mitchell was sitting in that chair again. Only this time, a still asleep Tate was pressed against his chest. Must have cleaned them both up before taking off his armor last night. Blood had seeped through the crappy bandage on his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah." Words go stuck in his throat. "Wake up, Nosebleed." He avoided the ripper wound but shook the blond awake.

"Not fair," Tate murmured. "I ran all through the night."

"Yeah well we ain't alone."

Forgetting his injury, Tate went to roll over before realizing the error of his ways. Cursed under his breath and didn't bother to face the Doc.