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Rule 39	By : grimreaperchibi Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 3977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Shameless self-promotion time again! Now that I've gotten to the point where things won't be spoilers anymore, I'll start posting more background story stuff and fluff on my tumblr page under #Room and Board side story. Coming up soon will be my notes for Razer's "boys" as well as an update for the Rule 39 playlist (since somehow I managed to miss Jak X music in my "racing" category), not to mention all the other dumb shit Robin and I talk about behind everyone's backs.
Robin: It is I who should be honoured to be allowed to work on this at all (though I do remember some softcore bullying from your end on the subject). I think our talents sync up just fine, even though our personal lives seem determined to screw that up recently. As long as you're happy, I'm happy.
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Rule #10 - Do as you say you’ll do.
When Rayn started to whine in his ear, Razer’s first inclination was to tune her right back out. That worked until she “accidently” stepped on his foot (twice). Why exactly had he agreed to meet her for coffee again? Oh yes, because she could be worse than a terrier with a rat when she wanted something, though she had offered to pay this time around. That combination of nearly polite insistence meant he didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter.
“Sorry,” she said, clearly as far from being apologetic as possible after the second time. “But you do still owe me for that Halloween monstrosity and I want you to take me dancing.”
He knew what she was asking for, yet revenge was in order for his smarting toes. “Certainly one of your current suitors can escort you on a trip through the local clubs, if you wish to go that badly.” He carefully shifted his feet out of stomping range as he was glared at.
“Don’t be prissy just because the only gay club in town is a leather bar more interested in the bikes outside than your ass,” she replied tartly. “Believe me, I want to be proposition by drunk fake lesbians about as much as you do, if possibly even less. I don’t want thumping music, bad beer breath, and the inarticulate flailing most frat parties include nowadays. I want to dance.” Rayn gave him her most pitiful look, including dewy eyes and quivering lip, though he wasn’t sure why. That had never worked on him before and probably never would. “Please, Razer?”
“Do shut that off before you give yourself an aneurism,” he said, deadpan. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that if you make a face for too long, it might stick? You already make small children cry—” Razer winced slightly as her foot found his shin, then leveled a severe look in her direction. “Bruise my legs too much and you’ll be completely out of luck.”
“I can aim higher, if you wish.”
“Now who’s being prissy?” Rayn pursed her lips in a way that meant she wanted to say something, but knew better than to actually say it aloud. Razer gave her a lazy smile over his coffee cup. He probably enjoyed illiciting that particular reaction more than he should. “You should know that I would have agreed for no other reason than you actually asked me this time. Amazing what a few societal niceties can grant you, hm?”
“I should kick you again for being such a smarmy prick.”
“Kick me again and this smarmy prick will have zero compunction to do anything you wish, debt or not.”
Mouth pursed again, Rayn gave him a critical once over, trying to determine his sincerity. She sighed when she realized he meant every word. “Spoil sport,” she grumbled, once more practicing her polite manners. “I’m asking you cordially to please take pity on my culturally stunted senses for an evening of formal dance and company.”
“Morning.” He held up a hand to forestall any complaint. “Consider your timing. This was the last week of normal classes. Next week is review and then finals. I have three presentations and a showing to attend, not to mention any other studying I’m doing. We do this tomorrow morning, or it doesn’t happen at all.”
“Are you trying to skim me on hours?”
“No. I can promise a full five hours of my charming company, if you so desire them. But that is the only time I can promise them.”
“Fine,” she huffed after a moment of thought, “then I won’t ask for full regalia, since you want to be obscene about the time of day. I still expect a certain amount of decorum in your dress and manner.”
“Of course.”
“And musical selection will be your responsibility.”
“Can’t raid the theater department’s stash before tomorrow?” he asked mildly.
Her look turned sour. “A sound tech recently decided it was pertinent to ‘reorganize’ the library and got rid of all the hard copies.”
Most likely to cut back on sticky fingered students such as Rayn herself from “borrowing” and never returning. It had to be expensive, always replacing things that walked away in that department. Frankly, he was a little surprised it had taken them this long to go completely digital. Razer decided to keep that thought to himself as he finished his coffee. “I shall bring a variety that you can pick from. Where and when do you wish to meet?”
“It’ll have to be in the Student Union—all the good places in the Performing Arts building are in use and a classroom simply isn’t big enough. I’ll check availability and text you.”
He nodded as he stood, moving their used dishes to the appropriate counter while Rayn reapplied her lipgloss. The hand offered to help her to her feet was automatic, as was holding her coat so she could slip into it easily. She fluffed the fake fur edge against her neck as he donned his own coat and together they headed for the shop exit. Once outside, they exchanged their off-set kisses and went their separate ways.
***
“Hot date?” Phoenix asked. He sounded like he was trying painfully hard to be casual with the question and realized he was failing spectacularly. Razer couldn’t help but smile a bit as he finished buffing the shoe in his hand.
“If one considers Rayn to be hot and us to be dating—which some part of campus does seem to believe is true—then perhaps we’ve come within firing distance of that phrase, yes.”
Phoenix chucked a paper ball at him, which didn’t even come close to hitting its target. “Bloody insufferable prick.” The exasperated affection in those words made Razer smile a bit more..
“Is that a step up from being a smarmy prick?” he asked innocently. The humour was apparently lost on his roommate; this time, he threw an eraser. Razer caught it, finished inspecting his work and, satisfied, set the shoe next to its counterpart on the floor. He’d spent most of the evening after dinner getting things ready for the next morning. Phoenix had been kind enough to retreat to his bunk with his homework, leaving Razer to rummage through the back of his wardrobe in peace. Everything he wanted was already clean, but a second press hadn’t harmed the shirt he’d chosen and both the waistcoat and jacket could do with a bit of time to breathe. Polishing the dress shoes had been more about giving himself time to think if he wanted something more or risk being called underdressed. The ultimate answer was the he was probably going to be underdressed compared to his partner anyway, so it didn’t matter.
“I’m repaying a debt,” he said, lightly tossing the eraser back up onto Phoenix’s bed. “She has decided that I will do this by dancing with her tomorrow morning in the Student Union ballroom.”
Blue eyes shifted over to the clothing that had been left hanging out and arched an eyebrow. “Dancing…?”
“Court mostly, I’m assuming, given the hour of the day. But she does love to waltz, so I imagine there will be several of those as well.” The look on Phoenix’s face said, oh, and Razer found himself bracing for the typical response by turning away under the pretense of collecting the last of his things. “I’m full of obsolete talents and era-incompatible information,” he continued on self-deprecatingly, trying to head off the inevitable questions. “It was one of the many things I was required to learn in order to be considered a suitable heir.”
“Granddad could dance,” Phoenix said after a moment. “Said it’s what let him woo my grandmum. I caught him a couple times, twirling around the kitchen with a mop.”
Razer was pretty sure that was his roommate’s way of being reassuring, though it came across as being slightly obtuse instead. He was saved from the trouble of having to decide if it was endearing or actually dull-witted when the statement continued with, “How does Rayn know?”
“An unfortunate collaboration between departments. I had the misfortune of being assigned to help a stage crew last semester for ‘community’ credit in one class. I worked during rehearsals and after three weeks of watching the travesty being practiced, I corrected it. And since the theater department is nothing more than a den of melodramatic gossips—”
“Rayn heard about it.”
“Before night’s end.” Phoenix whistled appreciatively. “Indeed,” Razer agreed, “but it is one of the few things she’s willing to ask politely for and I had forgotten how pleasurable it can be when your partner isn’t as false as the flower in her hair.”
They lapsed into silence as Razer selected the few bits of jewelry he planned on wearing. The hour was too early for much—no cravat meant no pin, but a simple gold chain suited the open neckline. He passed on the ear cuffs for much the same reasons. Cufflinks were definitely still needed, and the family ring. That should be more than enough to pacify his partner in the morning. He fussed with the ring, debating on trying to wear it for a while to relearn the weight or simply risk being distracted by it later, when he heard the bed groan and Phoenix’s feet hit the floor. He curled his hand reflexively to hide it from sight when arms slid loosely around his waist.
“So…when do the festivities start?” Again, casually asked, but there was a stiffness to the way Phoenix let his chin rest on Razer’s shoulder and certain amount of distance still between their bodies. His roommate was most certainly trying to ask something without actually asking for it, which was charming at the moment. It showed a level of care was being taken, allowing him to decide if this was something he wanted to share or not, even though it was glaringly obvious Phoenix wanted to know regardless. He chose to only mostly ignore the warm pleasure that came with the thought.
“Eight AM sharp.” Razer smiled at the noise of disgust. “But…I will be done by one if you’re interested in joining me for lunch.”
Hook, line, sinker. The arms around him tightened, closing that minuscule distance between them, and a warm kiss was pressed to his neck in thanks. He turned to catch the next kiss with his lips, returning the thanks with a slow caress of the tongue. For the first time in a while, Razer wondered how nice it would be to be able to stop there, at the simple exchange of a few more than slightly indecent kisses, even as he sighed in relief that Phoenix always seemed to be interested in doing more when this started. By the time their tryst died down and Phoenix took back to his own bunk to work so Razer could sleep, he marveled at how easy the other made it to forget the extra weight of that ring still sitting a touch too tight on his smallest finger.
***
The Student Union called the room a ballroom, but the space was much more like an auditorium, minus the permanent seating. Razer showed up a bit early, just in case the last function held there hadn’t been cleared away yet. Rayn’s predictable (“Fashionable, you clod.”) five minutes late gave him time to find the room’s audio hookup and adjust the levels. She had taken care with her attire, abandoning the correct layers of petticoats and slips for a simple wire bustle and trailing skirt she could slip on over her more weather appropriate leggings. Though she wore only slightly more jewelry that he did, she still tutted at him for being overdressed while she exchanged shoes and finished pinning her hair up. Once she considered herself presentable, Razer started the music, offered her his hand, and they swept out onto the floor together.
It really was a pleasure to dance with her. Though the pressure to learn had been unrelenting, and the subsequent fostering of “appropriate” partners less than desirable, it was one of the few acquired talents Razer found enjoyable still, leaving him quietly pleased whenever she’d ask, the verbal sparring notwithstanding. It was one of the few occasions where she didn’t fight him, allowing him to lead without obstruction and following that lead with her own assured steps. She relaxed in his arms in a way she did nowhere else, but neither clung nor draped herself over him, and it was one of the few times she smiled with genuine affection. It was the only time he’d ever heard her laugh with true joy. Though the Viennese Waltz was her favorite, she both knew and enjoyed other styles as well, never whining about his choice of steps when the music changed. Being both gracious and talented, she expected him to hold up his end of their arrangement and nothing more, which made Rayn a joy to partner with regardless of the circumstances. And the trust that went into the act, though fragile, was infinitely precious to him.
They spent the majority of their time orbiting the otherwise empty floor, alternating the precise movements of various court dances with the more robust waltzes and foxtrots. There were breaks here and there when they decided that (in Rayn’s words) the playlist was trying to kill them. After resting for a song or two and maybe getting something to drink or munch, they would start again. Other than the music, much of the time was spent in quiet, yet comfortable, companionship as they moved around their space. In the times they were resting, conversation was still minimal, though polite, nearly free of their habitual antagonizing.
Because he was the one in charge of being aware, Razer noticed when other students inadvertently or curiously poked their heads in to see what was going on. Several even stayed long enough to give them applause when a song ended, though overall, he didn’t give the intrusions much thought. Nothing short of a “Do Not Disturb” sign ever managed to stop the idle from invading anyone else’s space, if it stopped them at all, and they couldn’t put a up such a sign because the room was technically still open—they just happened to be using it now. The intrusions ultimately didn’t mean anything to him antway and he had more important things to consider than someone else’s slack-jawed wonder. When he saw Phoenix enter, however, he almost missed the next step. Rayn gave him a look even as he corrected and grinned when she saw the reason for his momentary lapse in concentration.
Apparently the look he returned was severe enough that she never once said a word, but their dancing became more dynamic than was necessary as she started subtly pulling at him rather than simply following. When it occurred to him that the more complicated steps she wanted was because she wanted to show off, Razer acquiesced. When he figured out it was him she was trying to show off, they were on their last song and whirling in tight circles on the floor like slightly mad dervishes, leaving him too busy for the rush of embarrassment that came with the realization. The music ended, and with the last twirl, they separated to bow to one another as if the move had been practiced rather than Rayn pushing herself away once his grip slackened. She grinned mischievously again before purposefully turning to address Phoenix. Razer swore under his breath, refusing to feel self-conscious.
“Come to steal my partner away?” she asked after the usual pleasantries, somehow working a heavy dose of innuendo into the otherwise harmless question.
The tips of Phoenix’s ears flickered, but otherwise, he kept his composure. “Only for food, I’m afraid. I’m a heathen, you see, and was raised in a den of criminals. My kind isn’t well suited for such eloquent and refined entertainment with such gorgeous creatures such as yourselves.” The words were said to Rayn, but those eyes were fixed on Razer the entire time. A part of him wanted to hide. Dear god, they were flirting with each other to rile him up and it was working.
“Even beggars can be kings if they speak the right words and move the right way,” Rayn intoned, starting to gather her things back together. “Why, there’s even one standing here in front of you. I’m sure if you asked kindly enough, he’ll show you more than which fork to use at a dinner table.”
Oh no, this was not going to go where she wanted it to go. “Rayn—”
“Do forgive me for pulling a Cinderella act here, but if I do not leave soon, I will be late for my next engagement. And do hush, Razer,” she said as she went on tiptoes to kiss his cheeks. “I’m doing you a favor here.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he sighed, returning the gesture. She merely smiled again as she made her farewells to Phoenix and slipped out the door.
There was a beat of silence, then Phoenix asked, “Did she really just—?”
“Yes. Try not to think too hard about it, Rot Sperling. You’ll only be inviting a headache.”
The colour finally started seeping into his face as Phoenix rubbed the back of his neck. “I was being sincere with the heathen comment. I don’t know the first thing when it comes to what you two were doing.”
“No one does when they start. That is why it’s called a beginning.” Razer paused and considered his choices. Rayn’s idea was horrible on so many levels, he almost couldn’t conceive them all, and he knew following through wouldn’t end well either. But he was still overwhelmingly tempted. “Would you like to try?”
Damn the consequences, no matter what they may be, when his roommate looked at him with that bright interest. “You sure?”
The question was waved away. “I would not offer if I wasn’t. Now take off your shoes.” Phoenix simply stared at him. “You’re going to be stepping on my feet a lot,” he explained. “I just assume you not break my toes with your wet boots.”
The music was reset as Razer removed his own shoes and tossed aside his jacket, then lead his roommate to the center of the floor. Stepping up close to the other man, he placed one of Phoenix’s hands on his shoulder while clasping the other in his own. The last free hand come to rest not on the hip where it would normally rest, but higher, pressed lightly into the back just below the shoulder blade. Then his own shoulder line straightened out as his spine lengthened…and that otherwise unnoticeable difference in their height became glaringly obvious as their bodies settled closer.
“Dancing is a mirror movement—the dominant leads the subordinate through it. As such, tension must remain between partners, otherwise the moves become unsynchronized.”
“Are we talking about dancing, or sex?” Phoenix teased.
Razer smirked. “Both, but only if you’re doing it right. Now straighten up. Tall spine, square shoulders, weight on both feet. Hold me to you as I’m holding you. No, loosen up a bit.” He physically readjusted the other’s arms. “Keep your elbow up. Now, relax, but don’t let anything change.”
Phoenix fussed with the uncomfortable positioning. “You sure this isn’t some weird form of tantric sex?”
“Like I said, only if you’re doing it right.” Razer stepped back, breaking the hold. “It feels strange for a while,” he allowed. “You’re asking muscles to do things they’re not normally required to do. If you knew fencing or had equestrian training, it would feel less awkward. It will become automatic given enough practice.” Razer stepped forward again and they once more went through the adjustment of stance. After a third time, Phoenix did seem to be getting it, so they moved on. Rhythm seemed to come naturally to the younger man and soon, Razer was directing them across the floor. It was loose, slow as each step was dragged out and mostly nonsensical in motion as he droned out the exaggerated count, but Phoenix wasn’t any better or worse than most beginners.
“Quit trying to watch your feet,” Razer admonished after a series of fumbling steps and subsequent toe smashings. “Look at me—your feet will take care of themselves.”
“Easy for you to say,” Phoenix mumbled without relinquishing his downward focus.
They stopped cold as Razer jerked the other’s chin up until their gazes matched. “I say it because you are thinking too much about the action. Does your trust in me not extend beyond the bed?”
“Yes—no!” He watched Phoenix mentally smack himself, take a breath, and reorient. “I trust you. Period.”
“Then let yourself follow me. It’s my job to worry about timing, placement, and space. Yours is to enjoy.”
There was a moment of silence while the other settled some internal conflict. Then something in Phoenix relaxed. The hold became almost natural as Razer picked up the count again. They eased into movement once more, slightly more confident than hesitant this time. Several times, blue eyes tried to drift down, but Phoenix soldiered on and his gaze never truly waivered from Razer’s face. After a couple minutes without any inadvertent toe stepping, he started pulling them through slightly more complicated moves, turns that would later lead to spins designed to compliment long, full skirts and the backsteps that would keep a man’s legs free of such cumbersome cloth.
The count became automatic, his voice heavy, yet soft. He didn’t remember switching from English to German, but the rhythm was more important than the words. His feet needed little direction and the room was clear of all obstacles, thus requiring minimal worry. Razer relaxed some himself and let his thoughts wander. His attention was drawn first to those bright blue eyes that shifted ever so subtly from stormy sky when angry or upset to open vista when he was happy and the happy medium they were now, slightly unfocused as attention was spent elsewhere. There was a slight furrow in his brow from concentration. Razer could still see the ever so light white scar that cut into an eyebrow—all that remained of the accident were a cleat had found its way past a face guard and nearly claimed an eye. Though time-wise, it felt like something that had happened a lifetime ago, the anxiety of seeing all that blood and the subsequent embarrassment for overreacting still hit hard. That wasn’t a direction he wanted his thoughts to go in, so Razer pushed them in another.
…Phoenix was warm, and he smelled good. They weren’t moving fast enough to really work up a sweat, but standing this close, it was easy to pick out the last lingering wisps of aftershave, the soap he showered with, the detergent and fabric softener still on his clothes. All of it blended nicely together with the natural male musk Phoenix unintentionally left understated. Razer barely reigned in the sudden impulse to press his face into his partner’s neck and maybe lick the skin there—no, that was bad. Now wasn’t the time for thoughts like that. He tried to jerk his attention back to neutral territory, but the desire persisted. It thrummed in time with his heartbeat, insistent and distracting. He wanted that warmth wrapped around him, his body and sheets and clothes marked with the smell while his own marred or enhanced it. After five hours spend with the wrong kind of body pushing at him, he wanted—
The music ended, none too soon, either. It was only because of manners beaten into him that Razer didn’t instantly recoil once they stopped. The step back and formal bow were still rushed. He ruthlessly shoved down the desire to get close again, stalling it out further by turning away to retrieve his shoes. Just a few minutes, that was all he needed. If he could just stay away from Phoenix for a couple minutes, he’d master this dangerous feeling enough to face the other.
“Everything okay?” The voice was too close; he must have been followed. Razer swore silently, trying to fortify his resolve with pain. The scar remained unhelpfully numb.
“You did well,” he redirected. “Despite all the markers to the contrary, you have the makings to become a gentleman after all.”
“Well, where’s the fun in that?” The playful growl in his ear only exasperated the shiver brought on by the arms that encircled him and hauled him back into the solid body behind him. Razer clenched his teeth against any sort of vocalization, though there was nothing to be done about the almost automatic arch of his spine that left him grinding back against the hips now pressed firmly against his ass. The tenuous thought that this was a bad idea slipped away as a wandering hand slid down to cover his still swelling erection. “At least it seems like I did something right,” Phoenix muttered huskily, nibbling on the ear in front of him.
One last rally was made for the bastion of good sense and solid ground, but Razer had already lost his grip there. The want from before poured out from behind half closed gates with all the force of a physical blow, further drowning any desire to resist. Seconds was all it took before he was reaching up, anchoring his hand in soft black hair and pulling until the other was close enough to kiss. “Idiot,” he snarled before sealing their mouths together, though who exactly was on the receiving end of the statement was debatable.
Hot. Demanding. Possessive. And that was before their tongues met, before Razer placed his own hand over the one palming him through his pants to guide it faster. Before he was pressing back against a reciprocating bulge in a manner that would have had them actually fucking if there hadn’t been so many clothes between them. Then Phoenix’s teeth scraped the invading tongue, anchored into a lower lip before being soothed over. The hand on him tightened, but stilled, keeping them pressed together securely enough that moving was difficult without threatening to topple them over. Razer’s heart gave a hard thump as want flared into need, twisting through his stomach hard enough that he moaned despite himself.
At least he wasn’t the only one panting when their lip-lock ended. “Holy damn,” Phoenix breathed, pulling back as far as the hand still buried in his hair would let him. It wasn’t far and wet lips insistently began working against an exposed neckline. Another groan worked free from Razer’s throat when the sensitive spot behind his jaw was licked. “Are you even going to make it back to the room?”
The simple thought of losing contact with the body he was pressed against was enough to make Razer shudder reflexively. Going all the way back to their dorm room would be something akin to crawling through broken glass all the way there, possible, but agonizing to accomplish. He tried to gather the scraps of his willpower only to find most of it already broken under base physical need. “No,” he gritted out, finding even such a simple word difficult to say.
“Can you at least wait until we’re somewhere less exposed?”
If Phoenix would stop molesting his ear for more than two seconds—! He didn’t know how, or really care, if he’d made some sort of affirmative noise because he suddenly found himself cold and alone. Something in his brain screamed for it to come back, for him to force its return, but the shock did clear some of the lust induced fog from his thoughts. Unsteady and reeling, Razer fumbled for his things, following his roommate from the room in a daze.
In the scant minutes it took them to move from one place to another, it didn’t get any better. If anything, the cold seeping steadily into every part of him only honed the need still rushing rampant in his blood all the more. A terrible type of clarity settled in. The world narrowed down to only Phoenix, though he was barely acknowledged. Time was nonexistent and immaterial. The only reason he simply didn’t take what he needed was because the other was just that much further ahead of him through either design or dumb luck.
It didn’t last long. As soon as Phoenix hesitated, Razer dropped the things in his hands and pounced. He pushed the other up against something solid and kissed him hard while his freed hands worked the obstinate belt in his way free. But where he’d expected resistance, even shocked hesitance, from the body he was roughly handling, he received an over eager tongue moving against his and equally impatient hands fumbling with his clothes. Heat shot through the need again, making him tremble. And then that wonderfully warm, large hand slipped into his pants to wrap around him… Everything became hot again. Razer whined breathlessly under the strain of it all. Their kiss broke at the unusual sound, giving him the opportunity to fulfill his earlier desire to bury his face in the other’s neck. He licked the slightly damp skin, moaned as the hand against him jerked, and returned the favor with his own. Phoenix swore softly, a familiar tremor running through his body as well.
“You got stuff, right?” he asked, the words tight and rough. The best Razer managed was something vaguely in the direction of yes, firmly past the point of caring whether they did this right so long as it was done. Still, he put up little fight when Phoenix eased out from under him to find the required items. He simply braced an arm against the wall and leaned his head against it, stroking himself as he tried to fight off a second round of encroaching chill. Phoenix returned quickly and successfully, given the slick fingers already breaching him. Razer choked back most of the sounds that tried to escape, but failed to check the half cry of disappointment when those fingers disappeared. For a dizzying moment, everything stopped while clothes were push aside just enough to make this work. Then something much larger and firmer than fingers started to press in.
The minimal prepping that had taken place barely qualified as such, but the burn, stretch, and ache of discomfort was a welcomed relief from the constant pressure of arousal. Phoenix wasn’t even all the way inside him when that all-consuming need had Razer pushing back, hissing through the pain that only made him want more. The second such movement was met with a definitive thrust. One set of fingers slowed the frantic pace of the hand stroking him while the other set closed over his mouth, stifling the noises he could no longer control.
For a short while, even that didn’t seem to be enough. He was lightheaded and disoriented because he couldn’t breathe properly. That build up of pressure caused by each thrust barely eased the hard knot of desire lodged in his guts. He couldn’t ask for what he needed, not that it probably would have come out intelligently anyway, and he couldn’t find it himself, pressed against the wall for support as he was. All that was left was clenching around each forceful intrusion as he tried to work their combined fingers faster over his nearly too sensitive erection. Then the grip on his jaw was gone, transferred to his hip for leverage at the same time sharp teeth clamped down on the back of his neck. The breath caught in Razer’s throat as the next hard thrust brought him to soundless climax. He shuddered and gasped as Phoenix kept giving for three or four more thrusts before groaning through his own release. Then there was nothing but the glorious warmth.
The world came back far sooner than Razer would have wished. The fact that Phoenix was resting against him, head pressed between his shoulders and arms loosely, but securely wrapped around his stomach as he tried to catch his breath made up for it, though. That felt better than it should have. He would have very gladly let that be the limit of his involvement with the outside world, but then his roommate was pulling away. …right. They were still in public somewhere, weren’t they? Decency was required before they got caught and fined, if not appropriately banned from the building.
“Sorry,” Phoenix sighed as he started redressing. “I should know better than to tease you like that.”
“Don’t apologize,” Razer replied, groaning quietly at the ache left in his backside. He rolled his shoulders as he straightened up, trying to loosen them. A quick glance around revealed the location of their tryst was a darkened corner not far from where he usually came to do his homework between classes—off to one side and almost completely concealed from the main part of the floor. There probably wasn’t a better place in the SUB to do what they just had. And though he really should have been more concerned about getting himself into back to the appropriate level of dressed, Razer leaned over and caught the other in a heated kiss. “Just provide a repeat performance when we do get back to the dorm.”
There was a breathless chuckle even as the kiss was returned. “Never satisfied, are you?”
“You should take it as a compliment. After a performance like that, how could I not want you again?”
Phoenix grinned, bright and reckless as he pulled Razer close again. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting…”
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