While You Sleep

Nightmares made nights difficult. Rictor was used to a bad night’s sleep; it was something he’d been experiencing since his father’s death when he was a young kid. More often than not he’d sleep in intervals -- two or three hours at a time, and then he’d stay awake for about the same amount of time before he was able to fall asleep again. Normally he wouldn’t find peaceful slumber until the sun rose, which was why he was always hassled for being a late riser.

His late night issues weren’t so bad when Shatterstar was around to keep him company though. The warrior had all sorts of superhuman abilities that kept him from needing as much sleep as a normal person would need. Shatty would watch TV late into the night, catch four or five hours of sleep, and be awake and exercising by sunrise. So when Rictor had a hard night and found his thoughts to be problematic, Shatty was always awake to keep him company. They would talk or watch bad made-for-TV movies, and Star wouldn’t ask why he couldn’t sleep -- and Rictor was glad for that. It was late night bonding at the Camp Verde base that started and strengthened their friendship.

And years later they were touring around Mexico as best friends and teammates; and even then things didn’t really change.

Rictor still had trouble with his nightmares and Star was still up at the crack of dawn, but the boys tired much earlier than they used to. With X-Force they had a lot of down time; with only 4-5 missions a month there would be times when they’d have a full week at home with nothing to do but train. While in Mexico, Rictor and Shatterstar were traveling and fighting all day, everyday. They didn’t have the luxury of beds every night, nor did they have a constant food supply. Life was more strenuous than ever, so sleep came just a little easier for them.

However, even when they could afford a hotel with a bed to sleep in, it was never much. Mexico was not known for five star hotels, save for the high class tourist districts, and more often than not they found themselves in run down motel rooms lacking anything they would have had at the Xavier Institute. A double or queen size mattress on the floor to share would have to suffice, and even then if they weren’t fighting each other for space they were rolling over broken springs and unidentified stains.

Being that they were homeless, however, any old bed was better than the sticky leather seats of their truck.

Which was why sharing wasn’t much of an issue. They took what they could get, and they were thankful for it; the two friends were not going to turn up a nose just because they would have to sleep next to one another. Not like they could ever turn up a nose at each other anyways; they were too close for that.

And after months of sharing it shouldn’t have been an issue.

And that particular night started off like any other night would have. They’d spent the day fighting off a few groups of streets thugs, and even gotten as far as taking out an entire weapon shipping order. Rictor had taken a few good punches from a couple of guys -- they were tough bastards and they weren’t working organized crime for nothing -- and Star had gotten a nasty wound from a .22. Shatty tended to be the one that usually got the more serious injuries because he’d always been a lot more reckless in fighting terms, even sometimes stabbing himself if it meant to get someone else where he wanted.

But he had a healing factor, and all he had to do was sleep it off.

Which was what they were doing. The tiny old alarm clock rested on the floor in the corner of the motel room, and it was exactly 4:27 am when Rictor had woken up again for the third time that night. One arm flopped over his face tiredly while the other searched the mattress beside him until his fingertips grazed across Shatterstar’s bare skin. The Mexican pulled back, and turned his head to look at the warrior; he was out like a light. Normally such contact would jolt Shatty out of his sleep immediately, but whenever his healing worked on overdrive he was dead to the world when he slept.

His lips were parted very slightly, allowing very faint breaths to escape them every few seconds. Long, red hair splayed across the thin pillows, covering most of the top part of the bed, not that Rictor minded; and Star’s long, muscled body sprawled over the top of the sheets, wearing nothing but a pair of thin, cotton shorts. The lack of clothing allowed Rictor to take a look at the top of Star’s chest; the bullet had gone up through his pectoral and out the top of his shoulder. They had been pretty sure that his collar bone was fractured, and there was definitely a lot of muscle and tendon damage -- it was a bloody mess.

But there on the bed, and under the moonlight entering the room through the open window above the bed, the wound was barely noticeable. A pink starburst pattern remained, marking like a scar on the flawless white skin. And even though the guy had enhanced regeneration it still scared the fuck out of Rictor when Shatty got hurt. He’d heard things about regenerative mutants being wounded so intensely that their abilities overloaded and killed them, and that’s the very last thing he could ever handle happening to Shatterstar. Star was his teammate, his comrade, his very best friend, and…he was so much more than that.

Rictor frowned and turned over completely so he was lying on his side. A tanned arm raised in the dark until his hand hovered slightly over Shatty’s chest, slightly trembling but craving to drop down on top of him. The rise and fall of the warrior’s chest allowed only half an inch or so of space between them during inhalation -- just half an inch and Rictor could feel that imperfection on Shatty’s skin. Holding his breath, Julio dipped one finger very slightly, just grazing the edge of the pattern of the scar. There was a slight raise in the flesh, only by a millimeter or two, and it was rough and raw feeling -- almost liked a freshly broken blister.

He allowed another finger to make contact as well, and when three fingers gently caressed the damage done he felt a pulsation beneath them -- Shatty’s heartbeat. Rictor closed his eyes and held his breath, and just allowed himself to feel the rhythm beneath his hand. So very human and strong, and that wound was right on top of Star’s heart.

How close had he really been to being mortally injured?

Rictor opened his eyes and sighed, once more feeling the scar gently before taking his hand away and letting it drop on the mattress in front of him - against his own chest and on top of Shatty’s long strands of hair. Soft, silky hair that was so well taken care of that it didn’t even feel real. Rictor absently ran his fingers through it, watching Star’s face carefully as he did so. He’d never told him before, but he really did fucking love that hair. The Mexican couldn’t even remember how many times back in the day they would sit in the communal bathroom forever fretting over their do’s like a bunch of girls. For awhile they’d both grown it out at the same time, seeing whose would grow faster. The long hair was so cool at the time, but it had always looked so ratty on him compared to how it looked on Star. Ric’s tended to get wavy and curly -- a dark mess that got all over the place -- Star’s was always so neat and perfect…which was why Ric always ended up cutting his off. And God did it ever bug the warrior when Rictor cut his hair. Julio would listen to him rant for days about wrecking a perfectly good looking do, but Ric didn’t agree - his hair always looked a mess anyways.

A sigh escaped Shatty’s lips before he turned over, pushing himself closer to Rictor in his sleep. The Mexican didn’t even bother moving. Not when Star’s face was only inches from his, and not when his hand rested on the curve of Julio’s knee. Rictor was just happy to see him move -- to know he was alive and there and he wasn’t leaving any time soon.

He continued to twirl the russet hair through his fingers, and watched silently as the warrior slept. Such soft features on his face were present when he wasn’t able to glare or growl at anyone. In sleep Star looked not at all menacing or intimidating; he looked wonderful.

Rictor swallowed hard at that thought; those feelings had been overwhelming him for many months. Especially in the middle of the night - and every time he woke and saw Star, and studied him - memorized him. It was conflicted and it burned inside the deep pits of his soul, but the thoughts still came no matter how much it confused him.

A finger twitched, and Rictor shivered when Shatty’s hand made contact with the back of his knee again. Julio swallowed and flattened his hand against the locks of hair on the mattress, just enjoying and feeling. Star’s face contorted slightly -- as though something was haunting his dreams -- and just as quickly disappeared again, followed by his tongue sliding out to wet his lips and another finger twitching against Rictor’s leg.

Rictor tried his hardest to hold his breath as his gaze ran over the moistened lips; full, pink swells of flesh taunted him in the dark. The surface of them was so slick and smooth; never once had the Mexican ever seen them chapped or imperfect. Absently he pondered whether or not they’d ever been kissed, and what kind of person Shatterstar would ever allow to do so. In all their time together Julio had never met anyone that Star was at all interested in, and as far as he knew, he was the only one that had ever even shaken his hand or hugged him.

And to touch him was unlike touching anyone else.

He was strong in every sense of the word; Shatty was built to have the body of a gladiator, and he knew exactly how to use every inch of himself -- his strength, flexibility, and grace. Rictor had felt his grip and had carried him away from a battlefield, and being pressed against his body that way was an unreal experience -- it wasn’t like anything or anyone else.

Julio’s gaze made its way down the curve of the warrior’s chin and along the slightly freckled skin of his neck, until it was returned to the wide span of Star’s chest. The scar was even cleaner looking than it had been under Rictor’s hand moments earlier; it could now easily be mistaken as a simple blemish. The pattern of it had smoothed out across the curve of his chest and easily blended in with the texture of his skin, resulting in a perfectly smooth pectoral. Tight nipples stood erect on the proud muscle and contrasted against the pale skin of the rest of his torso.

Rictor sucked in a deep breath and carefully closed his hand around the tickling hair beneath his palms. His body felt excited; it tingled like spiders were crawling all over him. Examining that body, not being known - it was remarkable to take Star in that way. To see him at ease and relaxed and so utterly exposed -- it made Rictor’s cock twitch in delight.

Slowly, he brought a long lock of hair to his lips and just breathed in its scent; a delicious mixture of herbs and natural fragrances that Rictor would never admit to knowing the names of. His eyelids fluttered closed, and absently he rubbed the strands across the top of his lip, down the swell of flesh until it tickled the underside of his chin. The Mexican smiled at the feel of it, and shifted his hips to adjust his growing arousal.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze skimmed along the perfect ripples of Shatty’s abdominal muscles; they were all perfectly proportioned - eight symmetrical swells of rock hard muscle that dipped right down into a perfect v-shape. His navel was surrounded with a fine circle of copper hair that trailed narrowly down to the waist band of his shorts, which, now that Ric really got the chance to look, didn’t leave much to the imagination.

One look at that bulge and his breath hitched in his throat.

He wasn’t sure when he had begun sweating, but he was. Forcefully he rubbed his face into the thin pillow under his head, and a small groan escaped his mouth. Shatty’s hair, still splayed across the pillow, clung to the side of Rictor’s damp skin, and again, the scent of it invaded his nostrils. Mouth dried out once more, and Julio raised his hand to his face and clawed at the intrusive mane. The Mexican rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

He couldn’t even look at him anymore.

His body was going absolutely crazy, and if he didn’t turn over and get himself back to sleep, he’d probably just end up embarrassing himself.

Across the room the glow of the clock numbers taunted him; they flashed 4:56. A half hour he had spent ogling Shatterstar. Rictor swallowed hard and raised a hand to his face. “Madre de Dios…” he whispered hoarsely.

He was hard as a rock, too. The Mexican was aware of every inch of his body wanting and craving something…touch…anything. He let out a ragged breath and looked around the room; he could just go to the bathroom. There was privacy there and if he hurried then he could take care of his problem…

He just had to get out of the bed and climb over Star. Unfortunately for him the bed was placed next to the wall and he was caged in. Rictor dared look at Shatty once more, and still he looked to be in deep sleep. So far he’d yet to awaken, and there was still another hour until he usually rose.

Cringing slightly at the pressure in his groin when he sat up, Rictor carefully pulled himself up and away from the now sweat soaked sheets. Breath held tightly in his chest, he exhaled slowly before swiftly throwing a leg over Star and hopping to the floor. And the exact second his feet hit the ratty carpet below him, a massive hand clamped around his wrist. Fear paralyzed his entire body, and before he could process anything he was thrown roughly to the bed and Shatterstar was hovering over him.

“What are you doing!?” he hissed.

Rictor’s face burned so hot he swore it was purple.

“I thought you were an intruder!”

He was so scared he couldn’t even force a sound out of his mouth.

“Julio?” Shatty whispered, furrowing his eyebrows in that way he did whenever he was perplexed. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? Shatty’s body was pressed tightly against his, and he was so stiff it hurt. Rictor coughed embarrassingly and couldn’t look the other man in the eye. “I…just…had to go the washroom.”

The warrior cocked his head to the side, studying the Mexican’s face before his eyes suddenly widened. The confusion on his face was quickly replaced with realization, and he looked down between them. “Oh…”

Rictor wanted to die right then. “Get the fuck off me.”

But for some fucked up reason, Star didn’t move. “How long have you been awake?”

“Does it matter?!” Rictor snapped, feeling more and more frantic; not only did he feel humiliated for being caught in such a position, but Star’s body -- that rock hard body -- was up against him and did not help the problem at all. In fact, it was making Rictor’s arousal even more painfully obvious.

“Yes,” was all he said.

“Fuck off, Star,” Rictor squirmed underneath of him. “Let me up.”

“Well I believe the saying on this planet goes: ‘You already are up’.”

Rictor’s eyes widened. “Star, this isn’t funny, okay?! Just let me up and we’ll forget this ever even happened. This is…”

“No,” Shatterstar cut him off and tightened his hold.

“What?!” Rictor yelped.

“I said no, I will not just forget,” he furrowed his eyebrows and studied Rictor’s face.

Rictor felt like his head was going to explode. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, amigo. Just move, okay?”

“You think just because what happened at the club all those years ago that I don’t know what’s going on now?” Star hissed, leaning closer to his face. “It’s been a long time since then, Julio.”

Rictor shivered when the warrior said his name, and stopped struggling. “Star,” he croaked.

Star looked down between them again. “Did I make you this way?”

“What?” Rictor breathed.

“You’re this way because of me, aren’t you?” Shatty hissed.

Once again panic exploded through Rictor’s body. “I swear, Star, I didn’t mean…”

Shatterstar slowly leaned forward - quite blatantly ignoring his friend. Silver eyes eyed Rictor’s mouth, and curiously the warrior pressed his mouth firmly against his. Rictor was so turned on by that point that he didn’t even allow himself to be shocked; instead, he returned the kiss with vigor, and dug his fingers into the tangled mess of the sheets beneath him. Breathlessly, Star pulled away and stared at him through thick lashes. “You are.”

“Huh?” Rictor was dazed.

“Because of me,” he continued. “You want me.”

The Mexican shook his head and didn’t even care by that point what the hell Star thought. “Si! Yes, okay?! I want you!”

“Hmmm,” Star hummed a low vibratory sound. With his hands still clutched tightly around Rictor’s wrists, he rubbed his thigh carefully against Rictor’s crotch, making Julio groan.

“Oh Dios…”

“I wasn’t aware you felt that way,” Shatterstar murmured.

Julio sighed. “I do.”

Shatty slowly released the imprisoned wrists and stared down at his friend. “Are you sure?”

Rictor pushed himself up and pressed a lingering kiss on Star’s mouth. “I am.”

Shatterstar slowly pressed a hand against his lips, looking as though he was analyzing the lingering affects of the kiss. His silver eyes remained on Julio, and when he finally dropped his hand, he spoke again. “How long?”

A pit of nerves hit Julio full force, and he frowned; what was with the questions? “Does it matter?” he leaned back up to kiss him again, but Star pulled away.

“Yes.”

Rictor frowned. “Why?”

Star just stared at him intensely. “I saw on television once that sometimes people just do things like this because they can’t get anything else.”

Rictor glared. “What the hell you watchin’? Fucking Oprah again, Star? Fuck!”

Shatty ran a hand through Julio’s hair, and the touch felt way tenderer than it should have. “It doesn’t matter what I was watching. You’re avoiding my question.”

Rictor rocked his hips and shivered; his arousal was eating at him. “For a long time, okay? Months.”

“Months?” Shatty repeated.

“Months!” Rictor groaned, practically twitching beneath him.

The warrior’s hand dropped from Rictor’s hair and trailed down to the exposed flesh of his shoulder, then along the curve of his collarbone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rictor shivered under the touch and tried not to moan. “I didn’t think you’d…you’ve never even…chingao, Star! I haven’t seen you ever even touch someone you weren’t fighting!”

“I’ve touched you,” Shatty pointed out.

“Yeah, but…” Rictor let out a breathy sigh and stared into that silver gaze. “That mean something, amigo?”

Star nodded stiffly before hesitantly closing the inch or so of space between them again. Rictor finally let out the strangled moan he’d been biting back into Star’s mouth. The warrior just silenced him by slipping his tongue into the Mexican’s waiting mouth, and he gently pushed him back onto the mattress fully until he was lying on top of him. An explosion of warm pleasure surged through Rictor’s body at the feel of the hard body covering him; it was something he had thought about for so long, and now that it was actually happening it was so much more than he ever expected it to be.

Star was hesitant and a bit curious with his movements; even if he was inexperienced, his enhanced learning capabilities allowed him to pick up on Rictor’s lead very quickly. His tongue explored the inside of Julio’s mouth carefully and precisely, while his hands gently cupped the sides of his face.

Rictor, on the other hand, was ready to fucking explode.

The Mexican was practically clawing at the warrior’s body in an attempt to pull him as close as humanly possible. That curtain of russet hair spilled over Julio’s shoulders and he could smell every essence of Shatterstar all over him -- so raw and manly. The warmth radiating off of his body combined with Rictor’s compulsive need to just touch him, made him feel so out of control. Moans and whimpers rumbled in his throat, but Shatty forced them back as their mouths moved together. Rictor let his hands roam; frantically they traced every contour of Star’s back, chest, and abdomen. He didn’t have enough arms to touch him everywhere that he wanted to.

“Oh Dios, Star…” Julio finally pulled away from his mouth and cried. The warrior tilted his head to the side.

“Julio, I…” Star whispered huskily and clenched his jaw. “That felt good.”

“Yeah?” Rictor pushed himself up, so that he could turn things around. “I’m glad you think so.”

He placed both of his hands on the warrior’s shoulders and directed him down to the bed so that he was lying on his back. Shatterstar watched him with dark eyes, following all of his movements closely. There was a small degree of uncertainty on his face, and it made Rictor pause in his place over top of him. “Star?”

“Yes?” he breathed.

“Are you okay with this, amigo?” Julio asked, praying to God or whoever the fuck that he was.

“Yes, I…” he swallowed hard and rubbed his hand along the swell of Rictor’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Julio, this pleasure is a new experience.”

Rictor smiled fondly and bent down to place a line of kisses along the sharp contours of his collarbone. “A good experience?”

Shatty let out a low moan and nodded vigorously. “Yes.”

Rictor felt amazingly happy at that declaration, and right then all of his previous embarrassment and nervousness fizzled away and was replaced with a control and confidence that he hadn’t felt before. This was what he wanted -- for so long -- and now he was going to get it. No more late nights in the bed studying Star as he slept; instead he was now able to taste him, kiss him, and feel him.

The Mexican’s tongue jutted out of his mouth, and with flat, slow strokes he licked a taunting trail along Star’s chest until he reached the place he’d gotten shot earlier that day. The former wound was completely smoothed over and back to the pale white it had been before. The only marks that remained were the small, faint freckles that were peppered all over his chest. Rictor smiled warmly at the sight, and kissed it softly. “How does it feel?”

“Huh?” Shatty sounded between breaths.

“You were shot today, remember?” he smirked.

“Oh. Yes…its fine,” he muttered distractedly.

Rictor snorted and kissed it again. “I’m glad.” Tongue popped out, and moved the three or so inches down to the tip of a pink nipple. “You scare me sometimes, amigo,” he whispered.

“You shouldn’t worry,” Star managed to hiss out between clenched teeth. His back arched forward as Julio teased the small bud, and the warrior let out a chuckle as he fisted Ric’s hair.

“Stop that,” he scolded playfully.

“I’m not doin’ nothin’,” Ric bumbled around the tongue hanging out of his mouth. He nipped the flesh playfully with his teeth before sucking on it. Star tossed his head back that time.

“Julio!” a ghost of laughter danced in his sharp tone.

Rictor could only smile at the way his name rolled off the warrior’s tongue, and he decided to leave the nipples alone for the time being. He continued his trek further down the chiseled body, making it a point to stop and kiss every ripple of his abdomen. Such perfection he was, and Ric could hardly stand moving away from any one spot because he just wanted to cover every square inch of that body with his mouth. Roughly the Mexican bit at the flesh with his teeth, pulling it back as far as it would stretch until it snapped back as a scraped up mess. Shatty cursed and bucked under him in response, but Julio ignored him as the marks disappeared from the skin within seconds.

And it eased him to know how well that healing factor always worked.

Satisfied with the response he got, Rictor let his tongue get back to work; sloppily looping around the dip of Shatty’s navel and pushing through the small mess of hair there. Julio gripped sturdy hips tightly under his fingers, keeping Star in place as he arched and writhed around in sync with the Mexican’s tongue.

Maybe it was the regeneration, he wasn’t sure, but he was almost positive he’d never felt skin so damn soft. For someone who was constantly getting shot at, stabbed, punched, kicked, blown up, and on and on…one would expect Shatty to feel like hamburger meat -- but he didn’t. Not even close. Every hair was fine and delicate, every pore clear, and not a single imperfection marred the skin. Star felt like a doll under his fingers -- not that he’d ever say something like that aloud -- but it was true. Even the taste of him under his tongue was better than anything else.

Rictor dipped lower, face finally level with Star’s cotton covered groin. His erection was as painfully obvious as Ric’s was, and the very sight of it sent Rictor into a whole whirlwind of wonderful feelings. He kissed the stomach flesh once more before looking back up -- brown eyes scoping out silver. Shatty was perched up on his elbows, hair over half his face, watching him intently with a dazed expression. A lusty smile tweaked the corners of Julio’s lips, and he distractedly fingered the waist band of Star’s shorts as he watched him. “Would you care…I mean, can I…?”

Something flashed in Star’s eyes then, and the warrior nodded mutely. Rictor could tell by the look on his face that he was too damn stunned to say a word -- and there weren’t too many things in the world that had that affect on the Cadre warrior. However, a hint of adoration and amusement glossed over the usually cold stare, and those were two things that Julio was easily able to decipher in Star. With a grin, Rictor curled his fingers under the waist band of the black material, and with his heart slamming in his chest he swiftly pulled down the garment, leaving Star exposed to the hot night air.

Holy fuck.

“Madre de Dios,” Rictor’s throat dried right out when he looked at him. It shouldn’t have surprised him that naked Star was like a naked Adonis, but it did.

“Julio?”

Rictor shook his head and swallowed hard. “We’re good, amigo, don’t you worry.”

“I’m…” Shatty’s eyes widened comically when Rictor suddenly stuck out his tongue and tasted the head of Star’s cock. Julio had never done something like a blow job before, so naturally he was a bit curious about testing -- just to know what to expect. The buck of the hips he got in response was definitely enough to urge him forward though. The second time he brought his mouth down on the cock he used his lips, taking in the entire length of the head. A slow, lazy tongue slid around the tip, dabbling inquisitively at the pre-come wetting inside of him.

Star’s hips bucked wildly again as he howled, and Rictor had to watch that the back of his throat didn’t get impaled because of it. He let out a low chuckle and pressed one hand against the swell of Star’s hip, and the other firmly around the base of the throbbing erection. Carefully he eased his mouth back around it again, earning him a whimper from the warrior. A large hand found its way to the back of Rictor’s head, and instinctively it pushed lightly down on Ric’s scalp, urging him down. The Mexican easily complied and bobbed slowly and deliberately.

Star’s muscles were clenching tightly; his legs were grinding into the mattress roughly, and his fists were clutching Rictor’s damp hair. Ric was barely able to notice the sounds escaping the frantic warrior’s mouth; his focus was trying desperately to stay on the swirling motion of his tongue and the gentle sucking of his lips. And just as he began to start moving his hand up the length of the cock from the base, Shatty let out a startling cry. Warm, sticky moisture shot into Rictor’s mouth and almost straight down his throat. Thankfully he was able to refrain from gagging at the shocking and sudden intrusion -- he didn’t want Shatty to think he was grossed out because he definitely wasn’t.

That was fucking sexy.

He swallowed hard and wet his lips subconsciously before looking up. Star had his hands pressed tightly against his eyes and forehead as he fought to catch his breath. No longer was he perched up on his elbows; instead he lay flat on his back; the only part of him that dared to move was the erratic rise and fall of his chest. Rictor smiled fondly and leaned down to press a kiss against the side of his thigh. “Star?”

A few moments passed before those arms finally fell to the mattress to reveal Shatty’s bewildered, and slightly embarrassed, face. “Y-yes?”

Rictor had to bite back a laugh at the sound of utter amazement in his voice. “You all right, amigo?”

“That was…” Star cleared his throat, and a small smile formed on his face. “I did not expect…”

Rictor felt himself blush; he just blew his best friend off -- and very much enjoyed it. “Was it…all right? I haven’t really, you know, done that before.”

“It was very enjoyable,” Star murmured softly, caressing a hand softly through Rictor’s hair. The Mexican kissed him gently again on his hip before crawling back up the warrior’s body to lie at his side. Star spread his arms wide, allowing Julio to fall into them and cradle himself against the warm body. The warrior fidgeted against the mattress for a few seconds before he finally sought out the sheets. Concealing them within the confines of the bed, Star wrapped an arm around the Mexican and placed a kiss on his jaw. “Gracias, Julio; te quiero.”

Rictor grinned and pulled the sheet over their shoulders, and kissed him back in the exact same spot. “De nada; te quiero tambien.”

Shatty smiled at that and pushed Ric’s dark, unruly hair from his face before kissing him softly on the lips. It was then that Rictor was suddenly aware of his own, still untouched, cock -- he was damn surprised he had lasted through all of that after the panic stricken urgency that had hit him earlier. He let out a small hiss as he shifted himself, and that did not go unnoticed by Shatterstar.

“Julio?” he whispered before reaching a large hand down in between them. Rictor just stared back into those silver eyes; they were heavy lidded and pooling darkly with lust. Shatty kissed him once more, and pushed his hand down Rictor’s shorts and wrapped it firmly around his cock. A guttural moan erupted from Rictor’s throat, and Shatty kissed him harder. Julio couldn’t make a coherent enough thought to even think about kissing him back; all he could feel was the warm flesh gripping him, and the slick thumb that slid against the tip of his head. The Mexican tossed his head back in pleasure and loudly moaned.

“Dios!”

With his neck exposed, Shatty took advantage and trailed his mouth along the length of it. He started at the small curve between Ric’s shoulder and throat and licked up, following the swell of the pulsing artery there. And since his licking and kissing elicited a satisfactory response, Star then decided to get a little more confident and stroked his hand down to the base of Rictor’s erection, and then all the way back up and around the head.

Rictor practically purred against the touch.

With his free hand, Shatty curled his fingers around the back of Rictor’s neck and pulled him closer. Star easily was able to hold him and kiss him as he jerked him off. His large hand rhythmically pumped the weeping cock; both hand and erection pressed tightly between the boys’ bellies. And all the friction and attention sent Julio spiraling over the edge; an explosion of pleasure that started deep in the pit of his gut and ended with a sticky mess all over both of them. Rictor squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face into the crook of Star’s neck as he panted.

“Son of a bitch,” Rictor whimpered.

“Was that…okay?” Star questioned and kissed the top of his hair.

“Si,” he replied.

“Good,” the warrior murmured and held him close. “I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

“You did, I promise,” Julio replied, pressing a soft kiss against the nuzzled neck.

They laid there for many minutes, silently catching their breath and just clinging on to each other. Shatterstar would nuzzle his face through Rictor’s hair every few moments while the Mexican just basked in the warmth of the warrior’s neck and chest. He was so happy -- and relieved -- that they’d done and tried that. With Rictor’s embarrassment earlier, the situation could’ve turned ugly real fast. Julio had seen what had happened when some girl decided to push herself onto Star like that, and it didn’t turn out well for her. But Star had responded and reciprocated with him -- and it was not ugly, but amazingly beautiful. Rictor had never held more affection for him than he did at that very moment.

“Julio?” Star whispered hotly against his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Can we have sex?” his voice was hard and serious.

Rictor couldn’t help but snort -- loudly. He lifted his head up and stared at the piercing silver orbs. “What!? You serious?!”

“Well…” Shatty trailed off, and fingered a strand of dark brown hair. “I am under the impression that is how these situations end. And I would very much like to have sex with you.”

Rictor felt his heart leap up into his throat. “You’re ready to go again?”

“I believe…yes,” he replied.

Julio swallowed hard and kissed him on the lips. “We can…uh, yeah. We can do that. Only if you really want to though.”

“I do,” he spoke so quietly that Rictor almost didn’t even hear him. The soft tone of his voice was so different to his usual low growl; it was gentle and more accented, something that Rictor very rarely got a chance to hear. Shatterstar lifted his hand and caressed Ric’s cheek. “Are you okay?”

Rictor nodded dumbly and pulled himself away from the warrior. The sheet tumbled down to his hips when he sat up, and he leaned over Shatty unceremoniously to grab one of the duffel bags next to their bed. Large, curious hands traced lines across his ribs and back, and the feel of them made Rictor’s heart slam against the walls of his chest. They were actually going to…

He shook his head furiously from his thoughts and gathered up his courage. Pulling the duffle bag onto the side of the bed, the Mexican rummaged through it until he found a bottle of lube. He’d had it forever; well before they left X-Force. He hadn’t really had too many opportunities to have some privacy to use it, so it sat unopened at the bottom of his bag during their time of travel. Shakily he shoved the bag roughly to the floor, letting it fall into a heap. He looked at Star. “I guess we’re lucky I had some stuff.”

“Hmmm,” Shatty hummed and slid two fingers under Rictor’s waistband as he lay back down. Slowly the warrior pushed the material down Julio’s legs, deliberately stealing long drawn out caresses along his hips and legs.

Julio fell back against the pillow clumsily, still not used to the shock of Star’s hands against him. He blushed madly and kicked the offending material off of him, burying them somewhere deep under the sheets. Shatty could only grin at Rictor’s impatience and leaned over to capture his mouth with his again. Their lips lapped against each other lazily; tongues sliding wetly between parted teeth, and hands roaming stiffened bodies.

“Just relax,” Star ordered.

Rictor blushed and shakily wretched open the cap of the bottle. The clear liquid sputtered and dripped in his clutch, and Star let out a snort before grabbing the bottle away from him. Julio hadn’t even realized how tightly he’d been holding it. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

The warrior brought the bottle under the blankets and concentrated intensely on spreading it on himself. His eyes rolled back in his head at the touch, and he let out a small gasp. “Can I go inside of you?” he managed to hiss out.

Rictor nodded quicker than he even meant to, but didn’t give him a verbal reply. Star adjusted himself a few more times before slipping his hand between Rictor’s legs, shocking him when the cool feel of the lube made contact with the flesh around his opening.

“Madre de Dios!” he squirmed, and pressed himself closer to Star. “That’s cold.”

Shatty smiled amusedly at him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Rictor breathed and clawed his fingers into Star’s shoulders. The warrior just kissed him, and proceeded to his destination. The Mexican took a deep breath and tried to relax himself as much as possible. Shatty bit his lip and slowly pushed the digit inside and up so that it was penetrating him about half an inch. Instantly Rictor thrusted himself forward, arching his back wantonly at the piercing pressure. Star held him close, and kissed his chin.

“Does that hurt?”

“No,” Rictor mumbled breathily. “Go more.”

Star nodded and slowly pushed up more. The pressure increased, but Rictor forced himself to relax and enjoy. It wasn’t something he’d ever tried on himself, nor had anyone else gotten anywhere near there, so it was a brand new -- and not at all unpleasant -- experience. Shatty lowered his free hand to Ric’s hip and tightly held it in place as he eased the finger in until it was half away up its length. Very slowly and articulately Shatty brought a second finger to the entrance, and as agonizingly careful as the first one, he pushed it up to join it. The muscle of the opening stretched larger, and it sent a jolt of heat up Rictor’s body that made every part of his face and ears burn.

“Oh fuck, Star,” he hissed.

“Is it okay still?” he murmured and placed a line of kisses across Rictor’s cheeks and nose.

“Yes,” Rictor forced through clenched teeth.

“You are so beautiful, Julio,” Shatty whispered into his ear at the exact same time he pushed both fingers inside of him to their full length. Rictor thrashed against him and fought to keep his body from going into a fit. It felt so damn shocking and good that he didn’t even know what to do. So he reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of that gorgeous red hair he loved so much and held it tightly against his chest. Shatty smiled faintly and kissed his nose once more. “Just relax, Julio.”

All Rictor could managed was a nod. The two fingers were now completely filling him, and the second that they crooked inside of him -- moved -- bursts of color exploded in his line of sight, and he let out a painfully loud groan.

“Sssh!” Star hissed and pressed himself closer to the Mexican. “It’s all right.”


“Dios…god…fuck…Dios…Star…!”

The warrior kissed his lips three more times and slid his fingers down slowly, paused, and thrusted them upward again. Rictor threw his head back and pulled roughly at the hair in his hands. His cock was again standing tall and painstakingly at attention against his stomach, having not even been touched there but was so sorely aroused. Shatty slid down again and proceeded to thrust up, diving in further and crooking the digits once more -- hitting some unbelievably amazing spot that Rictor had no idea was even there. He nearly screamed in pleasure at the feel of it, and Star quickly covered Ric’s mouth with his own to stop him. Shatty got the hint that the spot was doing the trick, and he made an effort to stroke it with both fingertips. Rictor was so damn hypnotized by the sensation that he couldn’t even force himself to open his eyes and stare at his new lover.

Shatty brought his free hand up and pushed the sweat soaked hair from Rictor’s forehead. The Mexican pressed himself against the palm of the hand, grinding his teeth and hissing as Shatty fucked him with his fingers. A stroke against that spot again, and Rictor felt his body sinking into the mattress forcefully. Threw his head back again, and cried out in Spanish with a few choice words of Cadre mixed in for good measure. Star grunted and forced them upwards again, stopped, and petted the invisible pleasure mine one more time before Julio yelled out violently and came all over the bed between their groins.

“Chingao!” he arched forward and threw himself back down on the mattress again; the explosive sensation of the orgasm rippled through his body like a fucking monsoon, shooting through every part of his body from the tips of his toes to the tops of his ears.

“Oh Julio,” Star moaned and carefully eased his fingers out from inside of him. Rictor shuddered at the feel, and threw himself at Star in a bruising kiss. The warrior carefully held him in place; Rictor was shaking so hard from the after affect of the pleasure that the room was beginning to tremble. “Julio…” Shatty urged.

“Huh? Wha’?” he stuttered and fell back against the pillow lazily.

Star stared at him through thick lashes. “Your power…”

Rictor bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get himself under control. That was some feat. The anal orgasm was nothing at all like a regular one, and the earth shaker was still fighting to get feeling back to the rest of his body. He clenched his jaw and opened his eyes again, staring Star in the face. “Metemela.”

Star whimpered and kissed his lips again before pushing himself up from the mattress and crawling over top of the Mexican to settle himself on the other side of the bed against Julio’s back. Rictor arched his back wantonly against him for a full body rub, and groaned. “God, Star…please. Please. Please.”

The warrior grunted and laid a line of sloppy kisses along the span of Rictor’s shoulders. Julio could feel the rigid cock against the cheek of his ass leaving a wet trail along his flesh. Star reached down and positioned himself at Julio’s opening. Rictor urgently pushed his ass out, waiting and needing Star inside of him.

When the tip of the head finally pushed against him, Rictor’s eyes widened; that was a lot bigger than the fingers were. He swallowed and reached behind him to grab the back of Shatty’s head. “Si, Star. Just get it up there nice and slow. Just like tu dedos.”

“Hmmm, yes,” Star moaned slightly as he spurted just a little more lube around the area. The slick cock rubbed against him anxiously, and Julio couldn’t help but continue to push himself back wantonly. It took a lot more pushing this time to get the muscles to stretch, but after a few tries Star finally got it, and was able to ease himself in -- first about a quarter inch, and then half. “Za's Vid!” he yelled.

“Oh yeah,” Rictor growled happily and clenched a pile of Shatty’s hair in his fist. “More.”

Star let out a throaty groan, and traced both of his hands down Rictor’s back until they settled on the cheeks of his ass. Gently spreading him, he pushed himself in slowly. Rictor’s eyes rolled back. “Right there…”

Star kissed the back of his neck. “It’s so…oh, it’s tight.”


“It's good, it's good,” Julio hissed.

Star didn’t reply to that. He was nearly half way in by that point, and he seemed to just be concentrating on slowly thrusting that area of his cock in and out of Rictor to get the muscles adjusted to the new intrusion. The warrior snaked one arm around Rictor’s ribs, splaying long fingers across the smaller chest, while the other hand held the Mexican’s hip securely. Not really knowing what to do with his own hands, Julio just reached one of his own arms around Shatty’s head, and used the other to intertwine their fingers on his chest.

Shatty took the initiative then and began thrusting more vigorously. The thick, slick cock slid carefully in and out of Julio, easing further and further inside as they went along. Rictor could feel the edge of the erection reaching for that spot again, and he let out a shaky breath. “Madre de Dios, Star.”

The warrior nuzzled his face into the back of Ric’s head as he thrusted faster. “Yes, Julio. You feel so good around me.”

Rictor dropped the arm from Star’s head down to the warrior’s knee; he steadied himself as he arched further, allowing the warrior even deeper access inside of him. The Mexican was absolutely soaked in sweat at that point, and muttering choice words in every language that he knew; his cock was absolutely spent, but the pleasure kept rocking through his body like a never ending wave pool. He clenched his jaw and yelled. “Go faster!”

Star grunted. “Fekt! Julio, I can’t…”

“Do it,” he pleaded.

Star panted. “I’m going to…Gods, fekt, I can’t…”

Rictor slammed his hips back, meeting Shatty mid-thrust. Both boys howled at the contact, and it made Julio want to do it again. And he did, continuously rocked back against the spooned body of the Cadre warrior, falling into a steady rhythm. Star was practically slurring a string of whimpers together so quickly that Rictor had no clue what he was speaking in or what he was saying. All he knew was the words sounded hot and sexy, and it made him want to fuck him more.

His back arched, and he pushed back; Star screamed, and Julio hissed at the contact of that spot again. His fingernails dug into Star’s leg so hard that he began to feel a warm liquid form around his hand. “Dios, Star!”

“Julio,” the warrior yelped, and slammed into him one last time before moaning loudly into the warm night air, filling Rictor completely. The Mexican pressed tightly against Star and squeezed his hand.

“How’s that?”

“Uh…” Star trailed off dazedly, and just hugged him from behind. “Quiet.”

Rictor snorted, and the boys carefully pulled apart. Rictor turned around so that he could face the warrior, and Star look absolutely stunned -- which made Julio smile. “Got nothing to say, huh? Well that’s a first for you.”

Star rolled his eyes good naturedly and placed an arm around Rictor’s waist. “Let’s not do anything tomorrow.”

Julio’s eyes widened. “No words or fighting? Where’s Star and what did you do to him?”

“Who? Oh, he was rocked senselessly and left the building,” he muttered and pushed himself against Rictor, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. “Now you just have me so stop talking before I make you.”

That made the Mexican laugh. “I never would’ve taken you for a cuddler.”

Star lifted his head and glared. “Julio,” he warned.

“Sorry,” he bit back another laugh; he was just so giddy that he couldn’t not poke fun at him. What a night it had turned out to be. “Star?”

A growl. “What!?”

He had to struggle fiercely not to burst out laughing. “Are you glad?”

“God! Yes, Julio.” Star grumbled and pressed himself closer to Ric, hiding under his hair.

“So we can maybe…you know, do it again…someday?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes. I’m yours.”

“Really?” he smiled up at the ceiling.

Sigh and a scoff. “Of course. I would not lie.”

“Star?” Julio pushed his limits.

“Yes?”

“Te amo, okay?”

Star finally looked up and kissed him. “I love you, too.”
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A/N: I'm not Spanish, so sorry for any mistakes :)