Stranger With Me

Disclaimers: I have borrowed them without permission for my own nefarious plans. I promise to return them, in more or less the same condition.

Note: Dedicated to Angua. Thanks to her for her wonderful Ric. Thank you Kali for getting me onto Sages.

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The door slammed behind them as Star kicked it shut, one hand pushing up under Ric’s top as the other tried to hold his squirming lover to his body.

Ric, for his part, was impatiently ripping Star’s shirt open, desperately pressing his hands to the smooth muscles, muttering to himself in Spanish about white skin and hard heat. He lunged upwards, crashing his mouth into Star’s again; Star blindly returned the kiss, ignoring the sharp sting of nipping teeth against his mouth, smoothed away by a wet tongue moment later.

He slid his hands – so big compared to Ric – down his lover’s body to cup his butt. Lifted with too little ease, fingers tight and desperate for more contact.

Ric’s arms twisted around his neck, his tongue thrusting in as he wrapped his legs around Star’s waist and ground downwards with his hips.

Too much, too fast – he turned slightly to push Ric against the wall, desperate for more of everything he had.

So long. So long without this body pressed against his own, too many nights with no heated kisses, no Spanish murmurs in his ear demanding more.

Too long. He moved one hand, wriggling it between their undulating bodies. Teeth bit at his bottom lip, tugging roughly. He pulled free only to crash back against his lover, mouth to mouth, pushing them harder into the wall. A hard thrust and Ric’s head hit the wall, a loud moan escaping from him.

He’d never been as grateful for button fly jeans as he was now, popping the top and the rest were open with the pressure of his hand sliding in and curling around the hard length of flesh. A growl and Ric’s teeth snapped at his ear, catching the lobe and sucking.

One hand grasped at Ric’s butt, the other curled around his cock and pumping, hard and rough. Ric was thrusting up, eyes tightly clenched and lips restlessly moving over whatever skin he could find. Grinding himself back onto Star’s aching erection with every downward thrust and it couldn’t be unintentional – he had to know what he was doing, what he was saying with those little moans every time he rubbed against Star.

“Shirt... Fuck, Star, I need to get this off.”

It was hard, because Star wouldn’t let Ric out of his hands, keeping him pinned between the wall and his body. Eventually, the top was thrown to the side and they were chest to chest, skin to skin and Ric returned to rocking and thrusting and biting kisses over Star’s face and neck. The scrape of hard nipples passing one another made them both shudder and Star knew they had too much clothing in their way.

A moment of calculation and they’re not going to be able to get jeans off without getting off boots and he suspects he’s going to have put Ric down to get him undressed.

Leans against Ric, balances and toes off one of his own boots and kicks it aside before repeating the process with the other one. Ric doesn’t notice, didn't notice anything but the calloused hand stroking him, mumbling in Spanish to himself.

“More... Star...” Hot, damp breath in his ear followed by a wet tongue. He twisted to grab that wicked mouth with his own, careful not to bite because he where he will heal, Ric cannot. Licks and kisses instead, thrusted with his tongue like he wanted to be thrusting with other things.

He tightened his hand, tugged and Ric howled into his mouth. A throb, felt through his palm and through the trembling moan caught between their lips. Did it again, and again, until Ric’s fingers were painfully tight in his hair and he couldn’t be sure that – even with his healing factor – his lips won’t bruise.

The tremble in Ric’s legs around his waist made him pause. He slid his hand to dig his thumb into the base of Ric’s cock, making his lover growl with frustration as his release was denied.

“Star!”

“Shoes off.”

“Huh?” Ric blinked, suddenly seemed to get it and kicked off his sneakers. Star heard them land somewhere behind him and bare feet press into his lower back, lifting Ric’s weight up for a moment before he dropped back, grinding down onto Star’s hips. “Star... “ A lick across his lips. “...fuck me.”

“Julio-”

“Star...” Ric shifted, pushed Star’s hand deeper into his jeans. Scraped his nails down Star’s neck to dig into his shoulder as one finger teased and then pushed enough to just breach.

“Fuck, yes.”

Questioning Ric’s odd submissiveness wasn’t possible, not when they were both so hard it hurt and desperate to get more. The time it took Star to let Ric go and grab lube from the night stand was long enough for Ric to get naked and press himself back against the wall in the most appealing manner when Star turned back to him.

Hot and taut when Star got Ric pinned down enough to slide one slick finger into him, Ric half climbing his body, only to sink back down, shuddering, onto the invading digit.

The next few minutes pass with Ric’s growled curses and pleas, the harsh pants between stinging kisses and finally the snap of Star’s belt being tossed aside as Ric yanked open his jeans and slid out his burning erection with a lick across his own lips.

“Julio...?” Braced against his lover, against the wall, he needs to know this is really what Ric wants.

“Si, Star...” Foot on Star’s hip, arm around his neck, other hand on lining them up, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Wrapping both hands around Ric’s waist he clamped his mouth over Ric’s in a mimicry of a kiss as he dragged his lover down, impaling him. Ric screamed with pleasure, nails breaking the pale skin of Star’s shoulder.

Star held, trying not to shake, not to just take what he wanted. Let go with his mouth to let Ric suck lungfuls of breath, digging his own fingers into Ric’s tense muscles and spreading him further, making both Ric’s hands rake at his shoulders and neck as he sank more.

“Si?”

“Ah... Si, si.”

That was all he needed. He tightened his grip and drew out, slamming back in hard. Ric wailed, pushed back down onto the next thrust with a shudder.

It was mindless, the hard plunge and shove of their sweat-slick bodies against one another. Tight, too tight heat gripping Star as he pounded Ric’s body; Ric all too enthusiastically slamming himself down onto each upwards movement. The hard length of Ric’s cock ground against Star’s stomach, sliding easily with the aid of pre-cum and sweat.

It was too good after too long. A slight shift and Ric was spitting curses. A rattle from behind them that neither cared about and the lamp hit the floor as the room started to shake in the same pattern as the shocks of pleasure Ric trembled with as Star pounded his prostate.

“Star... Dios, oh fuck.”

Each word punctuated by a gasp and another clench. Star couldn’t find words, just buried himself in Ric over and over until nothing mattered except the tight pull on his cock.

“Star!”

Head cracking back, smacking into the wall but he didn’t seem to care as he arched up and slammed himself down hard one last time. Heat splattered over their bellies; Star impaled Ric once, twice more and came with a snarl, pumping his release into his lover’s already relaxing body.

He sank down to his knees, unable to hold their combined weight any longer. Ric was leaning on his shoulder now, skin damp where it pressed against him. He prised his hands from where they gripped and Ric sank ever so slightly further down onto his half hard cock with a whimper.

Their chests pushed against one another as they both panted for breath. Ric finally leant back, hands spread wide across Star’s chest.

Star forced himself to not moan when the action made Ric tense around him again. Ric could not do this again, not right now.

“Fuck.”

His eyes fell closed, and Star realised Ric was avoiding looking at him. “Julio?”

A shake of his head – his hair had grown a lot compared to what he remembered. “We trashed the room.”

He looked back over his shoulder. A few of the books had spilt from the case, the photos on the desk flattened. The lamp seemed to be the only actual casualty of their tryst.

“It is not so bad. We have done worse.”

“Si.” They actually burst the pipes in the shower room once. Cable not been pleased with that incident.

A moment of silence and Star wanted so badly to wrap his arms around Ric and hold him, but the hands on his chest kept him from doing so.

Ric’s legs untangled from his waist, with a grimace his lover pushed himself to standing, using the wall to compensate for his shaky legs.

Star stayed where he was for a moment, on his knees in front of Ric. He closed his eyes, slowing his breath and forcing himself not to focus on his reawakening erection. He’d had practice at calming his arousal when he was away and alone and had discovered sexual release did not mean anything for him when Ric wasn’t there.

He felt Ric step past him, quiet. Once, the latino would have teasingly asked if there was anything he could do to help out, even if he would get no further gratification from it himself.

He stayed kneeling until he heard the shower turn off, at which point he stood and walked to bathroom door, stepping inside.

Ric looked at him over one shoulder, towel around his waist. “Shower’s free. Fuck, I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed. I might not be awake when you come out.”

He nodded as Ric brushed past him. Got into the shower and turned on the cold water, washing himself off briskly and efficiently before stepping out. He would wash properly tomorrow, when he wasn’t intent on keeping himself calm and just going to bed.

He stepped out naked, padded over to his bags and rummaged for something to sleep in. He could feel Ric’s eyes watching him, though his lover was clearly pretending to be asleep.

Pulling on loose pants, he stopped to brush out his hair and weave it into a plait before he went over to the bed.

Ric had rolled to one side, flat on his stomach and face turned away. Head bowed submissively, Star slipped in the other side, feeling the heat of Ric’s body at his back.

He knew the moment when, a hour later, Ric finally went to sleep for real. Once, as soon as he fell asleep, he would have rolled over and folded himself into Star’s arms for the night, irregardless of how cold he had been beforehand.

Star rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling all night as he and his lover shared a bed like strangers.