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Luke stood under the scalding hot shower and sighed as the heat settled into his muscles. He’d overdone it on the morning workout but with the day that loomed ahead—paperwork, bureaucracy, IT nerds and a stubborn daughter—it was a hard thing to keep his mood in check. Of course the radio silence from a certain annoying as fuck British ghost wasn’t helping either. Luke kept telling himself to forget about it and move on, which only worked about half the time, maybe less. This morning was shaping up to be one of the ‘maybe less’ times, and he sighed again. There wasn’t much Luke regretted over his life but the whisper of a missed connection was proving harder to move past than he anticipated.
The barest squeal of pipes was all the warning Luke got before the shower went stone cold and he groaned. A moment later, the hot water clicked back in.
The least helpful element of the morning was his daughter Sam, the best thing he’d ever managed in his whole sorry life, exercising her developing vengeful tendencies by apparently fucking with the hot water in their house. Sleepovers and parties were newly banned for the rest of the semester in the most thorough grounding of her life after an incident involving Sam, half a dozen eggs, and her PE teacher a week ago, and of course her best friends were planning a sleepover this weekend. Trying to teach an almost 10 year old about consequences for her vandalism was never going to be pleasant, and felt more than a bit hypocritical, but Sam had to learn to at least be prepared for hell to rain down when she got caught. Not that she’d even tried denying she was the culprit. She’d barely spoken to Luke all week and it hurt like a pry bar to the kneecaps; they’d always been inseparable, ever since her mother passed, and the distance terrified him.
Luke tried to lose himself in the routine of a boiling shower until the hot water shut off again. He stomped out of the ensuite and wrenched open his bedroom door to shout, “Samantha Maria Hobbs! You do that one more time and you best prepare yourself for no more sleepovers til college!”
No sooner had he got back in the shower and the hot water slammed off yet again. Luke wrapped a towel around his waist and stormed downstairs, ready to rain loving hell and discipline down on his wonderful trying daughter, the shout on his tongue locked and loaded, only to be brought up short by the man in his kitchen.
A man Luke definitely hadn’t invited in, ever.
After weeks of nothing, Shaw was in his goddamn house, in a rumpled suit, looking a bit like shit.
Luke subtly shifted his weight, ready to launch himself at the unknown. The last time they’d fought it was a little closer than he’d ever admit out loud, but given the slope of Shaw’s shoulders, the bags under his eyes, and sickly pallor of his skin, this was going to be easy. It’d have to be, with Sam in the house and way too close to a potential enemy.
“Dad it wasn’t me!” Sam said hurriedly, shutting off the tap in the kitchen sink.
Shaw snarled and turned the tap back on and shoved his hands under the hot water.
“The first one was me,” Sam admitted, “but then he knocked on the door–”
“Sam, go upstairs,” Luke said sternly. His eyes never left Shaw, holding stark white hands under burning water.
“But Dad–”
“Now, Sam!”
Sam scowled. “Fine. But he’s sick, Dad. Don’t be mean.” She stropped out of the kitchen and stomped around upstairs.
Luke took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the irritating ghost before him. Shaw looked haggard despite his suit and polished shoes, and the tension across his shoulders and jaw was undeniable. Despite all that, Luke was hastily calculating what he could use as a weapon in his house (lots of things, conveniently) though he’d have to be careful of fighting practically naked and barefoot with the added risk of Sam being collateral damage.
He glared and demanded, “Before I kick your ass right back over the goddamn pond, you wanna tell me what the hell you’re doing here? In my house? With my daughter?”
“I don’t hurt kids,” Shaw said between clenched teeth.
“I’m just supposed to trust you on that?”
“You did. Once.”
Luke’s heart stuttered. “Maybe if I’d heard from you in a few goddamn months then there’d be something to trust. You ever think about that?” He folded his arms over his chest, aiming for intimidation, but it failed thanks to Shaw ignoring him cold. He snapped, “Why the fuck are you here, Shaw?”
Shaw shivered and leaned closer to catch the steam from the hot water in the sink. “Poison.”
“What?”
“I’ve been poisoned,” Shaw spat. The shivering didn’t stop.
“With what?”
“Some–” Shaw shuddered and leaned close enough to almost get his face under the water. “Some experimental shit.”
“And I’m the only person you know in the whole of LA who can help you?”
“The only one I trust,” Shaw muttered with no small amount of self-loathing.
And didn’t that take a hit to the angry wind in Luke’s sails, and maybe set a little flicker of hope burning in his chest. “Where’s the antidote?”
“Dunno.”
“Ok, what’s the antidote?” Luke watched Shaw keep his eyes down, his jaw tight. Luke sighed, and said, “You don’t know? Fine. What’s it doing to you? Maybe I can, I dunno, treat the symptoms and get looking for the antidote.”
“Cold.”
Luke glanced down at Shaw’s hands, still under that hot water. “Jesus, Shaw, you’re gonna burn yourself.” He strode over, pretence at being a big pissed off papa bear abandoned, and yanked Shaw’s hands out from under the scalding stream. The second the man’s hands were free of the water, they turned to ice in Luke’s grip. “Ok, we gotta get you warm.”
“F-f-fuck off,” Shaw managed between chattering teeth. For a second it looked like he wanted to get away but promptly lost whatever fleeting internal battle was playing out; Shaw almost threw himself at Luke, pressing his face into his shoulder and wrapping his arms around Luke’s waist. His hands were positively icy on Luke’s back. “I fucking hate you.”
“Yeah, I know.” Luke brought his arms around Shaw to turn the clinging into an actual hug, and tried not to worry too much just yet. So what if Shaw’s face on his bare skin was like a goddamn block of ice, when he’d considered how nice the man’s warm face might be right at that particular spot? It was a damn shame Deck fit so nice in his arms.
“Dad?” Sam asked timidly from the hallway. “Is… is he ok?”
“He will be.” Luke tried a smile and patted Shaw’s back, which happened to be shaking. “You got everything for school, honey?”
“Yeah.”
“Aunt Lisa’s on her way, you lock up and wait for her here, ok? I’m gonna take Shaw upstairs.”
“Dad–”
“I’ll be nice,” Luke said with a smile. “Come tell me when Aunt Lisa gets here.” Luke watched Sam decide she could trust her old man not to be an asshole and sulked her way over to the sofa.
Luke led Shaw upstairs, which took a little longer than anticipated, on account of Shaw refusing to let go of him and the pathetic shivering pulling Luke’s heartstrings. He kept his arm around Shaw’s shoulders and Shaw clung like an awkward sideways octopus, his frozen hands gripping at Luke’s flesh in a super distracting sorta way. Eventually they reached Luke’s bedroom and shuffled into his ensuite, which of course happened to be right around the time Shaw managed to notice what was happening.
The poisoned idiot glanced around, still very much holding onto Luke, and asked, “Your room?”
“I’m not putting you in my daughter’s bathroom,” Luke said easily, nudging his ensuite door almost all the way shut. He encouraged Shaw toward the walk-in shower. “That’s her space, and hers alone, and to be totally honest, I’m afraid to go in there. Besides, if you’re gonna go full exorcist or some shit, better in my space that I don’t have to explain to a little girl.”
“She’s nearly ten.”
Luke’s heart clenched. “How do you know that?”
“I’m on Locke’s f-f-friendly list.” Shaw looked at him briefly before his eyes squeezed shut on another shudder. “Means I’m allowed to– to know some shit.”
Luke didn’t know what the hell to do with that, and was conveniently distracted by another full body convulsion from Shaw. “Get your shoes and clothes off and get in the shower. I gotta go make sure Sam gets to school. And let the office know I’ll be late.” He set the water running at a safely hot temperature and left Shaw to it, trotting back downstairs to find Sam pulling her shoes on by the door.
“Aunt Lisa’s here.”
Checking out the window, Luke sighed; Lisa in her trusty Subaru waved with their little ‘safe’ signal. “Ok, have a good day sweetheart. You got your secret cell phone?”
Sam rolled her eyes. “Yes, Dad.”
“I’ll see you after school.”
“Whatever.” Sam reached for the doorknob and paused. “Is Deckard gonna be ok?”
Luke frowned. “Why so worried about a colleague of mine, honey?”
“I dunno.” Sam opened the door and didn’t quite look at Luke when she said, “After all that stuff you said about him and his sister, and Samoa, I thought… he sounded like a friend. You’re supposed to care about your friends.”
“Sam, if this is about what happened with Mister Kordesky–”
“I’m not sorry I helped my friend.” Sam glared and slammed the door behind her to stop Luke getting a word in.
The whiplash of parenting a nearly-teenage daughter was starting to give Luke a headache. He had to come up with some way to deal with the problem but given that Sam wouldn’t be home for at least seven hours, the other problem of the morning had to come first. With another sigh Luke locked up and dragged himself back upstairs, making a quick detour for his phone on the nightstand to text the office he’d be late. The sound of running water reminded Luke to take a breath and prepare himself. The subject of way too much moping and annoyance was naked in his bathroom, and needed his help, and trusted him to help. So what if Luke’s heart was racing, and maybe some very warm and inappropriate ideas about naked Shaw were taking naked form in his head? Shaw needed help. Probably needed a damn antidote but Luke was willing to entertain the treatment idea… for now.
Luke was as prepared as he was ever going to be and nudged open the ensuite door. He couldn’t help just a twinge of disappointment; Shaw had gotten himself under the water but with the exception of his shoes, kicked off and abandoned by the sink, he was still fully clothed. The shock was enough to inspire Luke to deliver a winning insult, but he hesitated. Shaw had been almost a friend once. Mercilessly mocking him could probably wait til the man was well enough to give as good as he got.
That was Luke’s story and he was gonna stick to it like goddamn glue.
“Shaw?” Luke watched for a reaction and barely got a flinch. Not good. “Shaw, you gotta get those clothes off.”
Shaw jerkily shook his head, curled in on himself and shivering. “C-c-cold.”
“Ok, hold on.” Luke ducked back into his bedroom to set the heat much higher than LA summer ever required, pulled out some spare clothes ready for Shaw to change into, and headed back to the bathroom. “If you can’t do it yourself, then I’ll help.” There was no response whatsoever and Luke clenched his jaw. “Shaw? I’d really like to get your permission if you’re in a state to understand me.”
“D-d-do it.” Shaw’s teeth chattered and he closed his eyes.
Luke shed his towel and stepped into the huge walk in shower, almost choking on the steam, sweat instantly beading over his skin and rolling down his back. He peeled Shaw’s jacket off first, then made quick work of his tie and shirt, more than a bit surprised at the plentiful chest hair waiting beneath. The uncomfortably hot water seemed to be warming Shaw’s skin at the moment of contact but Luke’s accidental caresses while undressing Shaw found any part of him not touched by the stream was still ice cold. It was almost—almost—enough for Luke to focus on helping Shaw with the whole poison thing, and not on the fact that he was undressing a really gorgeous, irritating, beautiful jerk in his shower. Luke hoped his hands stayed steady as he opened Shaw’s belt and pants, and dragged them down (wonderfully) thick furry thighs, and knelt on the tiles to help Shaw lift his feet out of the heavy fabric. The socks were next, then underwear, and Luke found himself on his knees before a naked, ripped, unfairly attractive coworker who’s delectable dick appeared to be entirely unaffected by whatever poison was simulating hypothermia.
A faint but persistent thought at the back of Luke’s mind wondered if, on top of the absolute eyeful he already had, Shaw was a grower.
God fucking damnit.
“You f-f-fuckin’ right?” Shaw snarled.
Luke stood up rather than trust himself to say anything remotely normal. “Warming up?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Luke reached out to touch Shaw’s shoulder that wasn’t under the water, and found it freezing.
His stomach dropped and his hand tightened on the cold flesh and Shaw lunged for him. For a heart-rushing second Luke thought he was in for a godawful brawl in his recently renovated bathroom but Shaw didn’t grapple or swing a fist or even snarl; instead, he pressed his whole body against Luke, tucked his face into Luke’s shoulder, held on tight to Luke’s waist, and shivered. Too much cold skin met Luke’s and he brought his arms up to hold Shaw close. His emotional state might have been conflicted but he seriously doubted his bodily needs would be so compromised; ‘naked man in his arms’ was a simple equation he really hoped his dick wouldn’t try to solve.
Another tremor rocked Shaw’s body, which really didn’t help Luke trying to keep his dick out of the situation, and he cleared his throat to ask, “Better?”
“I really f-fucking hate you,” Shaw muttered.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“F-fuck off.”
Luke huffed to himself. “If you know what the antidote is, now would be a great time to mention it. You’re not retaining any heat and I’m pretty sure I don’t have to tell you, that’s not good.”
“You think?” Shaw managed withering sarcasm through his shivering.
“Jesus, Shaw, work with me here,” Luke snapped. “You trusted me enough to come here, and some part of you trusts me enough for a naked cuddle in the shower.” Luke winced and shoved his entirely inappropriate burning interest all the way down; he was here to help the guy, not make shit awkward with a half-hard dick. “Just tell me what you know so I can help.”
“This.”
Luke sighed deeply and looked at the ceiling. “‘This’ what?”
“Poison makes me c-cold.”
“So we gotta get you warmed up? Ok, body heat is easy.” He gave Shaw a cheeky squeeze and smiled, purely because he knew Shaw couldn’t see his face. “What else?” Luke waited a beat and got nothing for his trouble. “Either you tell me the whole damn story or I’m gonna drag your lily-white ass to Mister Nobody and you can tell him what the hell is going on. Him and a whole team of healthcare professionals asking a lot of embarrassing questions. And that’s if whatever the goddamn hell this is doesn’t kill you first.”
“Arsehole. My heart rate–” Shaw broke off to shudder. “Poison makes me c-c-cold. S-s-slows my heart. If I can s-speed up–” a frustrated grunt caught in Shaw’s throat as he lost the battle against another wave of shivering.
“Get your heart rate up, huh?” Luke stroked Shaw’s quivering back, trying to spread a little warmth over the poor bastard’s skin. Never mind that Luke was sweating up a storm in the veritable sauna he’d created for them; Shaw shivered like a man naked in the Arctic. Naked against Luke. Naked and annoying and gorgeous. Naked with enough chest hair to really drag his fingers through– Luke forced his focus back to the present and away from his own dick trying to get itself involved in proceedings. “So, what, like go for a jog around the block?”
Shaw shook his head against Luke’s chest, which sent a wholly unprofessional tingle across his body. “Adrenaline. Cortisol. Not j-just elevation.”
“Ok,” Luke said slowly. A quick fistfight would hit the requirements, but Shaw was too hypothermic to be quick about anything. Just as Luke opened his mouth to suggest it anyway, a distant message from the depths of his brain pushed its way to the front of the queue: Shaw’s shivering had taken on an almost rhythmic pace. Slowly dawning horror competed with a surge of familiar heat in Luke’s gut as he realised what was moving oh so slightly against his leg. “Uh, Shaw?”
“Sorry,” Shaw mumbled, and he sounded fucking awful, the peculiar mix of shame and desperation Luke was depressingly familiar with.
“First time hard with a man?” Luke asked gently. The answering scoff was unmistakable, which was a pleasant surprise. His heart flipped over in his chest. “Or not?”
“N-not,” Shaw confirmed.
“Huh.” Luke stayed very still. Shaw didn’t, and it seemed at least one part of Shaw was getting warm. “For what it's worth, this ain’t exactly my first rodeo, either.” The only response he got from Shaw was a choked off noise that could possibly have been a grunt of frustration. Luke’s stomach dropped. “Asking this seems kinda redundant, but are you… in your right mind? D’you know if the poison–”
“Brain’s fine,” Shaw mumbled. “No c-cognitive imp– impairment. Sound mind. Just slow. And f-fuckin’ cold.”
“Not all of you,” Luke said before he could think it through. Shaw’s groan was definitely one of pain. “So you need to increase your heart rate and get adrenaline and cortisol going. The way I see it, short of actual medical intervention with a lot of questions and an unknown time frame, our options are: a fist fight, or… an orgasm.” He gulped.
“Punch me then.”
“It wouldn’t be a fair fight,” Luke said weakly. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I doubt you could make a fist to hit me back. Or get yourself off.”
“Hobbs–”
“I’ll help. I’ll do it for you.”
Shaw whined and nodded, and slowly uncurled his grip from Luke’s waist to drag his icy hands over his ribs and up to his chest. “I’m sorry–”
“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t wanna deliver,” Luke said sternly, then sighed. He decided on honesty; it just didn’t seem right to lie to a naked man in his arms. “You’re a good looking guy, Shaw. It’s not exactly a hardship to make someone feel good.”
“S-seriously?”
“Yeah.” The silence from Shaw was not at all reassuring but the man kept twitching against him so maybe Luke hadn’t totally messed it up?
“I don’t hate you.”
“Is that a compliment?”
Shaw shook his head, which meant rubbing his face in Luke’s chest, and another pleasurable rush rippled over Luke. “I hate how p-perfect your arse is. ‘S distracting.”
Luke laughed, relieved, and stroked Shaw’s back with a little more intent. “You check out my ass?”
“As if you d-didn’t know.”
“I didn’t. I swear.” Luke dug his fingers into Shaw’s skin as he stroked his back and the tension beneath his touch was delicious. Shaw groaned and reached up to cup the back of Luke’s neck, steadily grinding against his leg, and Luke was losing the damn battle against his lust with disturbing speed.
“Hobbs?” Shaw slowly dragged his hand down Luke’s chest, down his side and over his hip, toward his hardening cock.
“Yeah?” Luke choked out.
“Hobbs…”
Luke’s blood thundered in his ears as Shaw’s cold fingers wrapped around his suddenly hot cock. He couldn’t help the gasp or the roll of his hips into Shaw’s hand and holy hell. “Ok, so as adults in our right minds who find each other attractive, who also need to get you excited enough to counter a poison trying to kill you, may I suggest we leave a room full of slipping hazards and head somewhere warm and dry?”
“Yeah, now, right now.”
“Good.” Luke reached back to shut off the water and Shaw immediately shivered harder. “Let’s get you dried off then into bed.”
Luke did his best to towel them off but Shaw was totally disinclined to let go of him for any length of time, which he supposed was fair what with the hypothermia, if not entirely distracting due to Shaw’s enthusiastically hard dick and Luke’s own burning lust. He gave up and Shaw immediately reattached himself, trapping their cocks between them, pressing his face into Luke’s chest and digging those cold hands into the meat of Luke’s shoulders. Instinct took over and Luke wrapped him up in his arms, breathing in Shaw’s skin and humming in pleasure. He squeezed Shaw in his arms then pulled away just enough to try and safely manoeuvre the man into his bedroom, which made Shaw whine, which was actually fucking adorable.
The wall of heat hit Luke like a hammer but Shaw seemed unaffected, still doing his damn best to hold onto Luke like the mobile blanket he was. Luke peeled Shaw off for a moment to pull a fleecy hoodie over the man’s head and the result—Shaw in his clothes with a truly impressive hard-on rucking up the fabric—made blood rush to Luke’s dick at an impressive rate and any pretence at polite interest vanished. Before Shaw could reattach himself, Luke hurriedly yanked the blankets down and made Shaw get into his bed. Regrettably there was no time to take in the vision of Shaw stretched out and half-nude in his goddamn bed before a shiver inspired Luke to climb right in beside him and then promptly on top of him. Shaw’s eyes went wide and he held Luke’s waist in icy hands and rocked against him near-instantly.
“Jesus, Shaw,” Luke muttered, slotting his thigh between Shaw’s and tangling their legs together.
“Call me Deck,” he panted.
Luke grinned and found Deck’s rhythm. “Only if you call me Luke.”
“Fine.” Deck managed a tiny smile and wow. “Luke.”
Oh shit. Luke shivered at that low rumble of a voice saying his name and suddenly grinding like teenagers wasn’t enough. “What do you say we do this right?”
“Hard to cum wrong,” Deck pointed out.
A wave of tense heat coursed through Luke. He swallowed hard and tried to ignore the sweat rolling down his body. “You let me ride you, and I’ll make you cum so right, it’ll burn this poison right outta you.”
Deck groaned outright and dug his cold fingers into Luke’s waist and kept rocking against him. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Deck panted and nodded. “Fuck yeah.”
Luke trembled in anticipation and leaned over Deck to grab lube and condoms from his nightstand. “I’ll just get myself–”
“Let me,” Deck said quickly. “My hands are cold but… it’s hot.”
Luke’s heart skipped. He stared down at Deck, who must have been feeling a little better already, if the faint pink flush across his neck and chest was any indication. How was it possible for a grown man as scruffy as Deck to be cute? “Ok, yeah, that’s a good idea, gotta get you worked the fuck up.” Luke swallowed a groan. “We should try and maintain as much body contact as possible, though. How–”
“I’ll sit up. Straddle me.”
“Fuck.”
Luke sat back and helped Deck to sit up against the headboard, throwing pillows around and pulling up blankets and then easily settled himself astride Deck’s lap. He knelt high enough that Deck could reach his ass, and pushed the sweater up so that his belly could press against Deck’s chest and conveniently trap his aching cock between them. A very pleased hum rumbled up Luke’s throat at the friction he needed.
“Fuck,” Deck agreed with a proper grin, the first he’d managed since appearing in Luke’s kitchen. He’d slicked his hand when Luke wasn’t looking and reached under Luke’s balls for his goal. “Ready?”
“Yeah–” Luke broke off with a gasp and his head dropped back as Deck began to tease him. It was too easy to lift himself up and down and graze his cock against Deck’s stomach, eliciting much shivering pleasure and steadily building the tension across his entire body.
Deck didn’t waste any time, swiftly easing a finger inside and groaning at Luke’s unashamed, shuddering response. The barest sting of that initial intrusion quickly passed and felt good, more than good, and Luke rocked against Deck’s hand and braced himself on Deck’s shoulders. God, being the focus of the man’s attention was getting Luke hotter than he’d thought possible, and he remembered this wasn’t supposed to be about him.
“Tell me what you want,” Luke murmured.
“That arse,” Deck shot back.
“I’m serious.” Luke’s eyes rolled back in his head as Deck fingered his ass and it took a hot minute to remember what point he’d been trying to make. “What’s gonna get you hot, Deck? You want me to jerk you off?”
“Not yet.”
The dark tone in Deck’s voice made Luke groan. “Deck–”
“I wanna hear you,” Deck said quickly. “Hear the sounds you make when I touch you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Luke grinned and laughed and then Deck bit his chest and the laugh turned into a gravelly moan. The sting of Deck’s teeth made the tension swell over him and Luke pressed his chest against that mouth. “More, Deck, c’mon,” Luke said breathlessly. He looked down at Deck mouthing his chest and gasped at the fresh rush of lust.
“More, huh?” Deck mumbled and scraped his teeth across Luke’s skin like a fucking tease.
“More.” Luke barely had time to draw breath before burning pressure overwhelmed him in the best way. He groaned and pushed down and then more of Deck’s fingers were inside him and it was so close but not enough but so fucking incredible just the same. The building pleasure was making it hard to think properly but Luke didn’t need his brain, he needed– “Deck, fuck– more–”
“Soon,” Deck promised. “I’m workin’ myself up too, remember?”
“I’ll get you worked the fuck up,” Luke retorted with a leer.
Deck laughed and it was practically as hot as his fingers fucking inside Luke. “You already are.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, so can you get in me already?”
Deck laughed again and nodded. “Can you put the rubber on me?”
“That get you hot?”
“Yeah.”
God the look in Deck’s eyes made Luke more than a bit fucking hot. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he fumbled in the bedding for the condoms. “I can’t reach you like this,” Luke pointed out with more than a twinge of regret.
Deck rolled his eyes fondly and twisted his fingers one last time before pulling out of Luke. “Oh my god, are you pouting?”
“Maybe.”
Luke sat back and swiftly opened the foil and reached for Deck’s rock hard cock. He couldn’t help the cheeky stroke down the man’s impressive length, testing the girth in his hand and groaning at the prospect of getting fucked by something so delicious. Deck shivered and Luke had a flash of panic; what if the poison was putting up a fight? With thankfully steady hands he rolled the rubber down Deck’s cock and carefully checked the fit without immediately jumping on him, a Herculean effort that deserved at least a medal, maybe a damn parade.
“Fuck,” Deck ground out. His hands ran up Luke’s thighs and then he gripped Luke’s cock and stroked, making them both moan from the joy of it. “Ride me,” he ordered, and damn if something about that tone didn’t get Luke way more hot than bothered.
He moved quickly to obey, raising himself up and bracing on Deck’s shoulders once again. Deck held his cock in one hand and Luke’s hip in the other, guiding Luke back and down til he felt the pressure against his hole, and there was something damn near tender about Deck’s careful hands on him. It made it easy to keep his gaze fixed on Deck, which meant Luke had a perfect view of the man’s face when he pushed himself down. The stretch burned in the way that made his dick throb and Luke moaned long and low as he eased down Deck’s magnificent cock. It was perfect electrifying heat radiating across his body and then Deck’s hand was around his dick and he thrust up into Deck’s fist then back onto his cock and–
“Oh fuck!” Luke whined at the delectably impossible pleasure already ruining him.
The dark laughter from Deck didn’t help one bit. The best revenge was a well ridden dick and Luke determinedly lowered himself down until his ass came to rest on Deck’s thighs and he fought to catch his breath. He’d missed the hot full feeling sex with another man, and the strength under him just waiting to be unleashed promised a goddamn good time, and it didn’t hurt that Deck was fucking beautiful. It would hurt later, but that was for later.
A quick look at Deck made his heart race and his skin fucking burn; Deck was watching him, totally enraptured, possibly waiting to see what Luke what do next.
“You ok? Feeling ok?” Luke asked quickly.
Deck nodded immediately. “Yeah, I– it’s getting warmer, I think.”
“Good.” Luke didn’t bother hiding his relief; there didn’t seem much point with Deck literally balls deep inside him. “Better make sure, right?”
“Are you tryin’ to flirt with me?”
Luke grinned and lifted himself up enough to slide slowly back down Deck’s cock, making the man groan. The sound went straight to Luke’s balls and he set a quick pace, fucking himself on Deck’s incredible cock and moaning loudly when Deck started stroking him. The hot pleasure seared through Luke and he surrendered willingly, meeting Deck’s thrusts and finding the best way to make Deck’s eyes slam shut and his mouth drop open. Conveniently he found it right as Deck’s dick found his prostate and Luke cried out, immediately rolling into that angle again and stroking the deep pleasure.
“Fuck, Luke, fuckin’ hell,” Deck moaned. He wrestled his eyes open to watch Luke and he preened under the attention. “Just like that, like that–” he grunted and one hand held Luke’s hip so tight, encouraging the rapid grinding thrust.
“I promised I’d ride you right,” Luke panted. Deck was fucking up into him and jerking him off so fast the end was roaring closer than Luke thought possible. “Oh god– fuck me you feel so fucking good.”
“So fuckin’ good,” Deck agreed breathlessly. “Get this fuckin’ jumper off me, it’s so hot in here.”
“Thank fuck!” Luke hurriedly dragged the sweater up Deck’s body and over his head, whining very briefly at the loss of the fist around his dick but Deck didn’t leave him in suspense for long. “If you’re hot then–” he moaned at the resumption of the handjob while fucking himself on Deck’s cock– “then you’re getting better.”
“Your arse is so fucking hot,” Deck said with a smile.
Luke laughed between pleasured moans and shot back, “Your whole body is fucking hot, finally.”
“Hot enough to cum on me?”
Luke almost came right then and there, holding on by the skin of his fucking teeth. “You want that?”
“Yeah I fuckin’ do.” Deck thrust up into him harder at the perfect angle and stripped his cock with dangerous skill and then he pinched Luke’s nipple. “Cum on me, Luke, you know you want to.”
“Yeah, fuck yeah, I’m so close,” Luke grunted as he fought to keep moving even as his muscles tensed. “Jesus Christ, Deck, harder– oh fuck, there–”
“Fuck you’re fucking gorgeous.” The words rushed out of Deck’s mouth and he fucked up into Luke harder and jerked his cock faster.
“Oh god yes that’s it, yes– oh fuck– Deck please–”
“Cum on me,” Deck ordered.
Luke was wonderfully helpless against the tide rushing toward him and he came with a shout, rocking up into Deck’s hand and back onto his cock, drowning in the fucking bliss. Distantly he heard Deck cry out and his rhythm was shot and it was sexy and fucking hot and Luke forced his eyes open just in time to watch Deck cum. The sound out of the man and the look of surprise on his face was so goddamn sexy that it sent a brand new rush over Luke and he stiffened and shuddered and moaned through what felt a lot like a second fucking orgasm. When the world slowly came back into focus Luke found Deck was holding him still on his lap, and pressed his face into Luke’s chest, panting heavily, the cold air puffing on his sweat-slicked skin. He imagined the only difference between fucking in a sauna and his bedroom at that moment was the softness of a mattress under his knees.
Beneath him, Deck pressed a simple kiss to Luke’s chest.
Luke wondered if Deck could feel his heart skip against his lips. “Deck?”
Deck huffed against Luke’s chest and nodded tiredly. The stubble tickled. “‘M ok.”
“Just ok?”
“You made me cum alright,” Deck panted. His grip around Luke’s waist eased and he stroked up Luke’s back.
“I’m so fucking sweaty in here.” Luke winced at Deck’s hands gliding along his sweaty wet skin, then he realised– “Your hands are warm.” He cupped Deck’s stubbly jaw in his hands and met the man’s gaze. “You’re warm.”
Deck’s face lit up and Luke’s heart almost hurt. “I am.”
“Thank fuck.”
“Were you worried or something?” Deck teased.
“Maybe a little.”
“Softie.”
“Gimme a half hour,” Luke joked.
Deck laughed and grimaced. “I need this rubber off.”
“Yeah, sure. I need water.” Luke waited for Deck to reach between them before he slowly lifted himself off the man’s spent cock.
He instantly missed the full, hard feeling of Deck inside him, and tried not to show it as he climbed all the way off Deck and sat carefully against the headboard. There wasn’t exactly any kind of protocol for what to do after fucking a colleague who was maybe a friend, and Luke almost gasped when he remembered he hadn’t even gotten to kiss Deck under the cover of fucking an experimental poison out of him. Meanwhile Deck was all business, tying off the condom and relaxing back against the mountain of pillows, breathing heavily—score one for Luke’s ego—but he didn’t look at Luke once.
Goddamnit.
The sight of those pale bare legs tangled in his bed sheets made Luke feel way too many complicated things that his poor brain couldn’t get a grip on, and he sighed, fixing his gaze instead on the series of photos on the wall opposite his bed. Family, home, Samoa; all better things to be filling his head with other than impossible shit with an impossible man who probably wouldn’t exist in an hour or so.
Deeply goddamn unfortunate that Luke hadn’t bothered thinking about how much it might hurt for Deck to vanish again after… that.
“Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“You alright?”
“I should be asking you that,” Luke reminded them both.
“I’m sweaty as Satan’s arsehole.” Deck laughed tiredly.
“Charming,” Luke said drily, rather than let himself enjoy the sound of a fucked out Deck laughing in his bed. “What the hell does that mean from a ‘mysterious poison maybe trying to kill you’ perspective?”
“I’m good.”
“You are,” Luke said without thinking. From the corner of his eye he saw Deck freeze, and Luke winced. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Sex is always a good time, right?”
“Yeah, right.”
Luke nodded to himself. “I think you should stay.”
“What?”
“We don’t know what poisoned you. We don’t know for sure that this…”
“Sex?”
Luke smiled in spite of himself. A quick sideways glance told him Deck was still staring dead ahead and Luke wasn’t about to break the truce, or whatever the fuck it was, that seemed to mean they couldn’t make eye contact but also hadn’t leapt straight into a brawl. “Yeah, sex. We don’t know for sure that the sex worked for anything other than feeling good. You should stay, just in case.”
“You sure?”
“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”
“What about your little office job?”
“What about it?”
“Don’t you have to show up?”
“Nah. I got all the time in the world.” Especially for you.
Deck hesitated, maybe arguing with himself, but eventually nodded slowly. “Ok, yeah. Thanks.”
“Stay right there, princess. I’ll get you some water and uh, something to clean you up.”
“Thanks. Again.”
Luke smiled at Deck and let himself look at the man and barely remembered to stop himself leaning in for a kiss. Instead he hightailed it outta his own damn room, slightly sore ass be damned, and went to the ensuite and quickly rinsed off under a stone cold shower. Barely drying himself off, Luke grabbed a wet cloth for Deck and wondered, was it better to throw it at Deck’s face or get back on his lap to clean up? He was considering options as he walked back into his room to the sight of Deck in his bed, naked as a jaybird and blissed out as hell, and for some reason all rational thought abandoned him.
“Hold still,” Luke murmured and leaned down. He ran the warmed cloth over Deck’s furry torso, stroking the man for the sake of it more than actually wiping the drying mess from his skin.
Deck watched him and didn’t suppress the shudder than ran over him. “Good shiver,” he said quickly. “Not cold. Just… feels nice. That’s all.”
“Oh. Good.” Luke tried to smile and focused on actually cleaning up his… Deck. “Don’t scare me like that,” he joked.
“I’m ok,” Deck said seriously. “I… after that, I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”
“Good.” Luke wiped up the last of his own fucking cum off Deck’s chest and belly and ignored the optimistic interest stirring in his balls. “I’ll be right back.”
“Kay.” Deck smiled and yawned and blinked slowly. “I’m so fuckin’ tired, baby.”
Luke’s heart skidded to a halt. “Just– wait til you’ve had some water before you fall asleep, ok?” He fled the room to fetch a sports drink and water bottle from the kitchen on autopilot.
Deck called him baby. Deck fucked him like a sexy, horny demon. Deck had a gorgeous smile, and the best goddamn laugh, and a body perfect for making Luke feel so fucking good he clearly couldn’t think straight (har, har). The mere memory of Deck’s hand around his dick was almost enough to get him hard again, and his ass would be tender for days after that phenomenal fuck.
But Deck was… Jesus, barely a friend. Luke had actually hoped for at least friendship after saving the world together a couple of times but when Deck disappeared and went right back to his ghost ways, and never replied to any of his texts or messages, Luke had tried to let it drop. For an embarrassing amount of time, especially at his age, Luke did his level best to ignore everything about Deck and every memory of the obstinate man, but fucking the guy seemed like a sure fire way to hold onto… whatever it was he’d been trying not to feel about Deck since Samoa.
Logically, Luke knew there was nothing wrong with wanting someone. Unfortunately, Luke had left mere physical attraction behind right around the time he and Deck had bonded over being used by the powers that be and left for dead. It was real goddamn unfortunate for Luke that Deck didn’t even want him carnally, he just needed help after a job gone sideways.
Walking back into his bedroom, with the heat set to a stifling 90 degrees, Luke barely hesitated in the doorway and was really proud of himself for being normal about seeing Deck sated and naked in his bed. His heartbreak would have to wait so he stuffed it down and fixed a polite smile to his face.
“Thirsty?” Luke handed over the sports drink and Deck took it with an adorable sleepy smile.
“Fuckin’ parched.” Deck cracked the lid and drank deeply.
Luke watched the way Deck’s throat worked as he sculled. “Take it easy, don’t wanna overdo it.”
“Yeah.” Deck set the half empty bottle on the nightstand. “Can I pass out now?”
“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll keep an eye on you. Get some rest.”
Deck’s eyes slid shut, and he slumped down, and sighed deeply. “Thanks, baby.” Deck was asleep before Luke could so much as blink.
“God motherfucking damnit,” Luke muttered.
He lowered the heat enough to at least quit sweating with every breath, and closed the shutters all the way, and climbed back into bed. The bedding had been pretty thoroughly kicked to the far end and Luke determinedly unravelled the mess to cover Deck, just in case he got cold once the sex-heat faded. Apparently Luke’s self-control was all used up, or maybe just fucking ruined in Deck’s presence; his plans to stare at the ceiling til he fell asleep lasted all of three pathetic seconds before he rolled over to stare at Deck. It was always a bit of a surprise to see a man as rugged as Deck relaxed in sleep, but Jesus if it wasn’t a mesmerising sight.
Thankfully, eventually, Luke slept.