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Enjoy the Moment	By : Arumeicourt Category: +G through L > Heavy Rain Views: 2070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Heavy Rain, and am not affiliated with Quantic Dream, or Sony. I do not own Norman Jayden, Carter Blake, or any offical characters contained within. I earn no money from this work of fiction.

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Author's Note: Oh god, these just keep getting longer and kinkier ;_; I only ever meant to write one. I didn't waaaaant thiiiiis!

…Oh well. Maybe the third time's the charm?

(Also, I tried to make Norman's accent more pronounced in this chapter for certain...reasons. Hopefully it didn't come off too force.)

"How was work?"

Carter snorted at the sight of the younger man sprawled lazily across his couch reading. It was the agent's last day staying before returning to D.C. tomorrow afternoon, and after two days with one another, Norman had stopped dressing to impress. He hadn't bothered putting anything in his normally combed, neat hair, allowing the brown curls to stick out wherever they pleased. A few strands framed his face – which, to Carter's pleasure, looked significantly more colored than when he stumbled into his home the night before last.

His suit, too, was long since taken off. The clothes he had packed were currently being washed, so Carter had generously loaned him a few of his own. However, Carter himself was considerably more muscular than the scrawny brat, making the plain black t-shirt loosely cling to his figure. The matching pair of black sweatpants were also quite baggy, though they rose all the way up to Norman's ankles due to their height difference. Despite his constant bitching about the weather, he hadn't even bothered with socks, his bare feet resting on the armrest of his couch.

Despite his apathetic, disheveled appearance, Carter couldn't help but feel a pang of attraction to see the man looking so…casual. Comfortable, as if he felt completely at home. The fact that it was his clothes draped on the younger man made it even worse. Like a girlfriend wearing your t-shirt after sex.

Carter fought back the urge to rip his clothes off Norman and fuck him into his couch, putting effort instead to thinking of a biting remark for his still standing question. What were they anyway, fucking married?

"Oh, it was great, honey. I even had time to pick up the milk and eggs before coming home – 2%, right?"

To his slight disappointment, his retort was met with a grin instead of a scowl. Without even looking up from whatever he was reading, Norman nodded approvingly.

"Good, you're out of groceries."

"And whose fault is that, asshole? Glad to see you got your appetite back." Carter threw his coat at Norman, smiling slightly as it draped around his head and knocked some of the papers out of his hands.

"…And if that's a case file, I'm kicking your ass."

Ripping the coat off his head with a scowl, Norman scooped up the loose sheets and attempted to straighten them out in his lap.

"I was just…reviewin' before tomorrow…" he answered sheepishly.

Carter didn't bother answering as he made his way into his mini kitchen connected to the living room. The cold air from the refrigerator hit his face as he opened the door, noticing with a grimace that Norman was right. It was even more bare than usual, the only notable content an almost entirely empty carton of milk. Even if it was Norman's fault, he couldn't be too annoyed – after all, Norman had been the one who had prepared every meal the past couple days. It was too amusing of a concept to pass up, worth having to buy groceries a week earlier than usual to see the arrogant prick cooking for him. Snatching the carton of milk up, he took a swing of the remaining liquid before tossing that too in Norman's general direction. To his disappointment, the FBI agent caught it with his free hand with a glare before setting the file down and walking towards the trash to throw it away.

"Shit, Norm. Asking me how work was…cooking my dinner…and now cleaning? You sure we ain't dating?"

The small flash of pink across Norman's cheeks contrasted with his heated glare. "…Pretty sure," he responded after a small cough, looking away.

Carter couldn't help but grin at his reaction. It was odd to even himself, but he had no problem throwing the rather homoerotic yet still snide remarks at the younger man despite being the "straighter" of the two. Before Norman had entered his life and fucked up every image he had of his sexuality in one fell swoop, Carter had never even considered sleeping with another man. If someone had told him that day in the wasteland when he first met the asshole agent that within weeks they'd be fucking every other weekend, the Philadelphian police force would have had two dead bodies to deal with on the scene. For ages, Carter tortured himself trying to explain, to reason, to justify his feelings for Norman – they had started off purely sexual, but with every encounter it became less and less about physical pleasure. Once their roles has been all but secured, though the desire to dominate him always remained, the desire to please, pleasure…and protect Jayden was growing stronger. From what, Carter still wasn't exactly sure, but he'd wager a guess that it was his job and, more than anything, Norman himself.

When he had woken up a month ago all but cuddling with the bastard, his immediate reaction was of utter disgust in both Norman and himself. He had shoved him aside roughly, hoping to wake him up so he could proceed to beat the shit out of him – and yet Norman had just gave a muffled moan and turned on his side without even slightly stirring out of his slumber. He hadn't been lying; Norman slept like a fucking rock.

He had lit up a cigarette with the hope that the smoke would calm his rage and possibly bother Norman enough to wake up. His face did cringe up a little in discomfort, but the former had the much stronger effect. Within moments his expression softened as he continued eyeing the little 'sleeping beauty' curled up in a ball on his bed…and he found himself giving in as he put out the dwindled cigarette with a sigh and took Norman into his arms again, this time with the man's back lying against his chest, his head lightly pressed under Carter's chin. At this, Norman did shift a little, mumbling something entirely unintelligible before snuggling back into his grip.

It was the strangest combination of emotions Carter had ever felt – discomfort, irritation, confusion, self-loathing, and…an unbearable sense of rightness. It was then, he decided, that whatever the fuck he felt for Norman Jayden had no way of being put into words. He couldn't label it, so he wouldn't. Whatever it was, it just was.

"…s'not a bad idea though," Norman mumbled under his breath while rubbing his neck awkwardly, his tone low enough that Carter barely heard him. Unfortunately, he had, and his eyebrows shot up immediately.

"What?"

"No, no, I don't fuckin' mean…No. I'm just sayin…maybe we should just go out to eat tonight or something…" Norman corrected hastily, his hands moving up in an act of self-defense to illustrate his point.

"…Mm. You're payin'."

Carter had never seen the kid smile so much, and when the fleeting grins had occurred, they had never been so damn shit eating as they were now. The goofy smile coupled with his curly hair and around-the-house attire just made him look…fucking adorable. It took all his fleeing self-restraint to not shove him into his garage door and give his neighbors a good show at what must have been well past midnight.

Carter blinked. Adorable? No, no, that wasn't the adjective he was looking for to describe the little cocksucker…Though speaking of that, had Norman's lips always been so damn plump? He had never really felt them before, unless the times where they had been wrapped around his cock counted. Which really, he told himself, probably should.

The expression on Carter's face probably matched the fucking retarded one on Norman's right now. Technically, he had drank more, but Norman had been the exact light weight he had predicted, stumbling and laughing after just a few drinks. Admittedly, he had been the one with the good sense to call a cab, reminding Carter that Norman could just drive him back to the bar tomorrow to pick up his car before leaving.

He wasn't completely shit faced, but he was definitely more drunk then he had intended on getting - when he saw Norman ordering a fucking martini at the restaurant, he dragged his ass to the bar immediately after they finished eating to expose the classy bastard to some actual drinks. Of course, he had ended up ordering some drinks too, quickly draining them as Norman tried to pace himself. Carter viewed this as Norman trying to maintain some sort of control…so he naturally forced the kid to chug some more without heed to what he himself was consuming.

The results were plain as both of them struggled to perform the nigh impossible task of walking back into Carter's home. At least Jayden was having more difficulty, practically tripping over his feet until he finally fell forward. Carter caught him without any real effort, and the agent just laughed and leaned in, his arm wrapping around his neck as Carter fumbled with unlocking his door.

"…Yah can't…get it in?" he asked with a laugh, his breath rich with the smell of liquor.

Carter gave an immature snort of a laugh in response as the key finally slid it and turned, and the two literally fell into the doorway, Norman falling on top of his chest. With a small kick, Carter slammed the door closed before flipping Norman over so his back was the one digging into the doormat.

Still chuckling from Norman's earlier remark, Carter rested his hands on either side of his chest. "Don't think I'll be…havin' that probl'em tonight…" Norman gave a small yelp of protest as Carter quickly crawled on top of him.

Carter watched in fascination as Norman's lips slowly closed from making the noise. They can't have always looked so damn… kissable, right? Since they had never kissed before…But that was because, because it wasn't…sexual enough? Or rather, too intimate? Was that it?

Actually, why the fuck hadn't they before?

"…sh'uld make up for lost time…" he stuttered, ignoring the utterly confused look on Norman's face as he shot one arm under his head, bringing it up before forcing his mouth on the lips that had been driving him insane.

"Blake! Wha…Mmph-"

Carter grinned after breaking off the kiss for a moment. They were so fucking soft; he knew that from experience already, but it was also a great way of shutting his mouth for a bit too. He leaned in once more for capture those lips, and Norman moaned into his mouth before returning the motion eagerly. A familiar hardness poked against the inside of Carter's thigh, and he broke off the kiss again to look Norman in the eyes.

"'M guessin' you liked that?"

Norman got up onto his elbows, panting slightly before responding. "Right back atcha…Always knew 'yah liked my mouth, Cartah…"

Carter snorted before capturing his cheek bones with one hand, squeezing his face lightly. "Depends on what it's doin'"

"Tell 'yah what…if w'can make it to the couch, it'll do more."

With a small laugh, Carter gave Norman a quick look before getting off him quite enthusiastically. Normally, he had to put Norman in a pretty fucking good mood before he could get him to go down on him. Well, that, or he'd just fuck his mouth, but he had to admit the blowjobs were better when Norman was doing most of the work.

Horny drunk, huh? Hafta remember that, if nothing else…

The thought of tying down a piss drunk and incredibly horny Jayden and teasing the shit out of him endlessly only served to increase his own hardness. Fuck, he had to get over to that couch before he came in his pants.

He let out a sigh of relief as he half fell into the couch's cushion. Norman crumbled to the floor instead, scooting up to meet him. Carter leaned back into his sofa lazily, enjoying the view of Norman on his knees below him, both willing and eager to suck him off. Forget him remembering this, he hoped Jayden did moreso as the man fumbled stupidly with his zipper and begin ripping the pants off.

Though truth be told, Carter enjoyed the hesitancy and embarrassment radiating off the agent when they had sex. It made taking charge highly enjoyable, especially when the younger man finally lost that reluctance as he got closer to the edge. Still, there was something to be said for the liquid courage alcohol had provided him this time.

Carter absently kicked off his shoes and pants while Norman remained struggling with his briefs. Deciding to throw the kid a bone, and for sheer desire to feel that warm mouth around his dick, Carter aided the process in ripping them off.

"Thanks," Norman muttered, sounding familiarly embarrassed again.

Carter smirked at this for a moment before nodding in recognition. The feeling of superiority vanished immediately as he felt Norman take him in quickly. His lips were moist despite the cold outside – he realized with a grunt of pleasure as Norman's tongue ran up his shaft that some of it was probably his own spit from earlier. Christ, Jayden wasn't playing around. Usually he'd draw it out, but tonight it was clear he just wanted to cause as much pleasure as possible.

His hands shot out to grip that curly brown hair. With the absence of product it was even softer than usual, his hands easily moving through the waves as he gripped down tight on the locks for leverage.

"Mm…Fuck! Fuck, Norm…not allowed t-…to put shit in your hair anymore…" he managed with difficulty between the effects the pleasure and the alcohol were causing. Norman's eyes shot up to give him a coy look that nearly made Carter blow his load right then and there – he thrusted upward into the man's mouth in response.

Norman sucked down harder, his hands making their way to Carter's bare hips as if to keep him down. Rather than setting him on the defense, Carter merely gave a dark chuckle and stopped thrusting forward. The kid wanted to do all the work for him? Fine.

If Norman's mouth hadn't been encompassing his dick, Carter was been positive he'd be smirking right then. It was obvious by the glint in his eyes, one he hadn't seen since the first time Carter had given in and gave him a reach around. Normally, this would have set him off, making him shove the agent down, pulling his hair as he fucked his mouth to teach him a little lesson. He was more than a little tempted as it was, but with a deep breath he tried to relax and just let Norman do his thing.

Once Carter reached the point where he couldn't hold back the little whimpers from escaping his mouth anymore, Norman…slowed down considerably. Almost his entire length was in the kid's mouth, yet his tongue was only licking across it lightly as he sucked down far too gently. Carter let out a grunt of pleasure and irritation. It still felt great, but it just wasn't enough stimulation. Like an itch being gently brushed instead of scratched. Carter Blake wasn't a patient man, drunk or sober. He was tired of this whole "not moving" bullshit - since when did Jayden set the rules?

Knowing the orgasm wasn't far off, he increased his grip on Norman's hair before using it to shove him down on his cock all the way, thrusting in a few times to get himself back to the peak. Norman uttered a small, strangled noise before trying to break the connection between them. Carter pushed his head forward again without regard to this effort, the thrust enough to finally push him over the edge as he came down Norman's throat.

He quickly pulled out, causing small remnants of his semen to land on Norman's face as he fell back, swallowing the rest with a choke before he could manage a gasp for air. A hand rose to his throat, massaging it weakly before shooting Carter a look of hate.

"Sorry," he lied easily. "Lost control." His grin flickered slightly as Norman's glare grew stronger.

Ahh, shit. I think I really pissed him off… Why he cared, Carter wasn't sure. But he couldn't deny the tiny stab of guilt Norman's expression was giving him.

"Aw, c'mon Norm, don't…get all pissy n' shit…'ll make it up to you."

Norman's head tilted slightly, making Carter wish he could take back that last bit. Shit, where the hell had that even come from? So he fucked his throat a little – sure as fuck wasn't the first time. He was getting way too soft on the guy, giving back the ground he had fought to earn. Any more giving back of what he had taken and Norman would stop being his little bitch, and more…more like-

"R'lly?" Norman raised his eyebrows doubtfully, his voice now chaffed as well as slurred from the alcohol. He stood up very unsteadily, though Carter realized he was walking passed him.

"Where're you goin?"

"To get the taste of you outta my mouth."

Carter made a little frustrated noise as he sat back down. Prick.

Though, to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure his drunken brain knew who that comment was directed to. Norman's enthusiasm had turned him off and on at the same time. He just…wasn't used to the idea of someone else actually caring about pleasing him. And he certainly wasn't used to him caring about pleasing someone else. Just what the fuck was he getting himself into?

Carter ran a hand through his short hair. It wasn't nearly as soft as Jayden's, too short to dig your fingers into, didn't have that cute boyish charm…

Stop fuckin' calling him cute.

He is, though. 'Specially the other night.

Carter's self-induced irritation peaked as he felt himself get hard again just thinking about Norman bucking into his hand. He had been eager then, too…Embarrassed, but eager. As confused as Carter was, he did know he had enjoyed pleasuring Norman.

…And you enjoy him pleasuring you. Don't over think it, remember?

The soft shut of a door somewhere in Carter's house jerked him out of his thoughts. Christ, he had been arguing with himself. This is why he shouldn't drink.

"Norm?"

Carter heard him mumble something he doubted was particularly friendly from across the house before he spoke up. "Yeah…'m in your room."

With increasingly incomprehensible mutters of his own (mostly about Norman making him walk from room to room – walking was hard), Carter stumbled up and towards his bedroom while slipping out of his last remaining clothing article, his shirt. One quick glance in his room before entering showed him that Norman had stripped off his clothes as well, sitting with the support of his arms on the bed rather sheepishly.

Eager again, huh? All right…let's try'n be nice…

Yet that wasn't exactly his forte by any stretch of the imagination. Carter was one for following instinct – and his instincts were telling him to nail Norman so hard he stuck to his bed. Something told him that probably wasn't the correct course of action considering Norman's mood, however. After mulling it around in his intoxicated head, he decided for a sort of middle ground, minimizing the usual force he'd use to push down the agent before climbing onto the bed with him. Without thinking, his lips caught Norman's again. He tasted of mint instead of alcohol this time around – it was actually kind of refreshing, and he moved in for more despite some resistance from the Washington brat.

"Mmmph! Fuckin...said I didn't wanna taste you again…"

"Mm. Too bad." The little smart ass comment compelled Carter to give him another forceful kiss before briefly glancing down. The quick look revealed that despite Norman's little bitchfit, he was still hard. It made Carter grin a little as he moved one of the hands previously holding down Norman's shoulder slowly down, brushing against his chest and waist before taking the erection in hand. He traced the head lightly with this thumb before tightening his grip and stroking it.

Carter watched in amusement and arousal as Jayden tried to keep himself composed, gripping the sheets firmly while his face twisted in his effort to avoid making too much noise. He was doing a much worse job than usual, his self-control washed away by liquor.

"Uhn…Blake!" Norman panted, his tone more frustrated than anything else. "Would it kill'yah to be predictable just once?"

"Predictable?" he repeated, stopping the strokes for a moment as he leaned his head back in a confused but curious tilt. When he saw Norman opening his mouth to reply, he resumed the motions at a more rapid pace.

"F-Fuck! Y…yeah, can't evah tell what you're thinking…" he groaned.

Carter scratched his beard idly with his free hand. So he had an FBI investigator stumped, huh? Well, that thought did give him an entirely unneeded ego boost.

"Right now?" Carter responded lightly. "Well, I'm thinking about fucking you."

To his surprise, Norman gave a shaky laugh. "Alright…but…you gotta let me try somethin'…"

Carter stiffened slightly, removing his hand from Norman's dick, who quickly scooted away. Christ, he hadn't even made the stupid promise 5 minutes ago and it was already biting him in the ass.

"…What?"

Not yet responding, Norman's face had that unfocused gaze it always wore when he was thinking hard about something. After the brief pause, the kid wordlessly gestured for him to move back against the bed frame. He complied (though certainly not without irritation), watching Norman closely in suspicion. He told himself if worse came to worst, he could just refuse, fight him off, and possibly fuck him for good measure. It wouldn't be hard – hell, it was quite possible Norman wouldn't even remember.

Once Carter's back hit the wall, Norman scratched his neck in discomfort before crawling over to join him, straddling his hips as he rested his arms on his shoulders. Carter couldn't help immediately sharing Norman's discomfort, resisting the urge to push him off.

"Alright…so…'yah can't move your hips this time."

Carter's eyes narrowed skeptically. "Yeah? And why not?"

"Christ, Cartah, I'm not askin' much! Just promise!"

With a slightly exaggerated sigh, Carter nodded in agreement. Part of him was pretty curious as to where Norman was going with this. The combination of the alcohol in his system and the admission that he had kind of crossed the line allowed him to concede some control to the less assertive man.

Carter blinked in surprise as Norman lifted his own hips, both hands gripping either shoulder for support.

"Did you already…?" He had been in the bathroom a little too long to just be brushing his teeth, he supposed.

"You think I was gonna trust you to lube me up again?"

Carter couldn't help but grin at the memory. "No, but it does mean you wanted to have sex."

Norman gave an irritated scoff before replying. "No, I was just…getting ready in case it did happen."

"So you could speed the process up," Carter concluded with a smirk. Norman didn't seem to have a response to that, opting instead to push Carter's shoulders back into the bed frame with a glare. Instead of getting irritated, Carter just chuckled and watched him slowly lower himself onto his dick. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh as the tight ass wrapped around the head.

It stopped there, however, and Carter was about to thrust forward in desire before he remembered his little 'deal'. His eyes snapped open in irritation, wondering what was taking the prick so long to mount him.

Norman's face was screwed up in pain as he pushed down to take in the rest in one quick motion, stopping there as his arms squeezed around his shoulders in comfort.

"Ohh…" Carter grinned a moment at the feeling before looking back to find the same expression remaining on Norman's face. "…Wh'at's up?"

Norman looked a little surprised at the question before shaking his head lightly. "…Sorry. It always hurts a little at first…'t's a little hardah when I gotta do it. Don' worry about it," he added dryly, seeing the look on Carter's face. "It gets bettah quick…"

Norman winced as he began lifting himself up off his cock and slowly lowering himself back down. It got quicker each time, but Carter couldn't help feeling a small touch of sympathy…though, more importantly, the movements were too tortuously slow and he longed to find some way to make Norman speed up.

Carter raised his gaze to meet the other man's, holding his hands up slightly as if signaling a temporary truce. Confusion flicked across Norman's face, but he nodded lightly in consent. Carter wasted no time in grabbing Norman's hips with both hands and shoving himself up, trying to get the right angle. Norman squirmed slightly in protest, trying to push him out – it shot a wave of pleasure through Carter as he let out of a frustrated moan.

"Fuck! Jus…relax, okay? Trust me."

That wide grin from earlier returned to Norman's face as he laughed into Carter's shoulder for a moment. "Right. S'nevah screwed me ovah before…"

"Yeah, well-" Honestly, Carter didn't really have an argument for that annoyingly valid point. If words didn't work, he'd just have to let his actions show that he was serious this time. He started the rhythmic movements forward again, moving around inside him until he felt Norman tense up significantly with a gasp. Smirking slightly, he ceased moving but kept himself inside in the same position.

"All yours," he chuckled lightly.

Norman nodded much quicker this time as he picked up where Carter had left off. This was actually pretty nice – Norman was still slower than he was, but each time his dick brushed against his prostate, the agent would tighten up nicely and speed up. And it wasn't really as if he was giving up any control; Norman was still the one riding his fucking dick, Carter was just…letting him control the speed. That's all.

God, Norman was so fucking tight though. It didn't seem to matter how often they had sex, every time the muscles clenched around him so hard it was almost painful. No wonder he had said there was always a little pain at first.

Carter opened his eyes, but the sight of Norman bouncing up and down his cock was enough to make him quickly shut them again. There was no way he could watch – he'd be finished within seconds and he really didn't want the sensations to stop. The image was burned into his mind, however – Norman's eyes were shut too in a determined way, sweat was glistening all over his body, especially on his forehead where his hair had begun to dampen and stick to his face…

A devious solution popped into Carter's buzzed brain. Norman had only said to not move his hips…

Opening his eyes again, Carter's gaze settled on Norman's cock, the precum drizzling slowly down, bobbing as its owner continued moving up and down. His eyes flicked up to make sure Norman's were still closed before grabbing the length once more. He spread the liquid quickly, allowing for the movements to be much more rapid and slick.

Norman's eyes snapped open, his reaction slightly delayed as a startled, strangled moan escaped him. Carter moved his other arm behind him, pulling the man closer as he continued stroking his dick. Norman had stopped moving in his confusion, and Carter reacted by thrusting upward for encouragement more than stimulation.

"Don't stop…"

"Mm…mm-hm…" was all he could manage, pushing himself back down, his breathing lacking any sense of restraint. That always meant Norman wasn't going to last much longer, and Carter smirked in satisfaction. He released Norman's dick from his hand as he felt it spasm, the cum instead spilling all over Norman's own chest as he continued shakily riding him.

He hadn't quite anticipated Norman's ass pinching down on him so tightly, however - he felt himself following Norman as he came inside him with a growl for the second time that night.

Norman weakly slid himself off his softening member, only to fall back onto Carter's chest, still gasping. For a moment they both remained like that, trying to get their breathing back under control and occasionally shaking from pleasurable aftershocks.

After a long moment, Norman shifted slightly on top of him with a sigh.

"You're a dick," Norman mumbled into his shoulder, his voice muffled. It sounded as tired as Carter felt.

"You like it."

Norman could only laugh and shake his head halfheartedly, apparently unwilling to get off him as he made himself more comfortable lying on his chest. Strangely, Carter found himself not caring about the action, sliding off the bed frame and onto his pillow. They were both sweaty and sticky as hell, but the very idea of a shower was completely inconceivable at this point.

Carter groaned, trying to plan the next morning before he let sleep take him. Their clothes were strewed all across Carter's house, and he was pretty damn sure he had left his house key in the lock…His car was still at that damn bar…they both had to work tomorrow, though thankfully not until the evening…Still, it was already a godforsaken hour, and he did not look forward to how his head would be feeling after so little sleep.

"Hey, Norm, we should probably…" Carter stopped, narrowing his eyes as he realized the fucker had fallen asleep on top of him. The only thing stopping himself from throwing Norman off his bed (which would probably be the only way to wake him up, anyway) was that he was just as tired as the agent laying on him.

Carter shifted under him, pushing Norman off as he got himself situated and comfortable. The room felt far too hot for any sort of cover…but he knew from experience from the last few nights that the cold blooded little asshole next to him would unconsciously snuggle up to him within the hour for warmth…And he'd wake up cuddling him back.

Don't think, he reminded himself stubbornly.

Carter looked around sleepily for Norman's shirt, finding it close enough to the bed that he thankfully didn't have to get up to grab it. Eyeing the sleeping man for a moment, he found himself running a hand through his still slightly damp hair with a small smile before using the cloth to wipe off the semen on his chest. Once finished, he threw it aside and pulled Norman into a sleepy embrace. Within minutes he was fast asleep, the last fleeting thought in his head not about how chaotic tomorrow would be, or his conflicting feelings for the man he was sharing his bed with...but rather that the shirt Norman was wearing that he had just used was his.elf following Norman as he came inside him with a growl for the second time that night.
Norman weakly slid himself off his softening member, only to fall back onto Carter's chest, still gasping. For a moment they both remained like that, trying to get their breathing back under control and occasionally shaking from pleasurable aftershocks.
After a long moment, Norman shifted slightly on top of him with a sigh.
"You're a dick," Norman mumbled into his shoulder, his voice muffled. It sounded as tired as Carter felt.
"You like it."
Norman could only laugh and shake his head halfheartedly, apparently unwilling to get off him as he made himself more comfortable lying on his chest. Strangely, Carter found himself not caring about the action, sliding off the bed frame and onto his pillow. They were both sweaty and sticky as hell, but the very idea of a shower was completely inconceivable at this point.
Carter groaned, trying to plan the next morning before he let sleep take him. Their clothes were strewed all across Carter's house, and he was pretty damn sure he had left his house key in the lock…His car was still at that damn bar…they both had to work tomorrow, though thankfully not until the evening…Still, it was already a godforsaken hour, and he did not look forward to how his head would be feeling after so little sleep.
"Hey, Norm, we should probably…" Carter stopped, narrowing his eyes as he realized the fucker had fallen asleep on top of him. The only thing stopping himself from throwing Norman off his bed (which would probably be the only way to wake him up, anyway) was that he was just as tired as the agent laying on him.
Carter shifted under him, pushing Norman off as he got himself situated and comfortable. The room felt far too hot for any sort of cover…but he knew from experience from the last few nights that the cold blooded little asshole next to him would unconsciously snuggle up to him within the hour for warmth…And he'd wake up cuddling him back.
Don't think, he reminded himself stubbornly.
Carter looked around sleepily for Norman's shirt, finding it close enough to the bed that he thankfully didn't have to get up to grab it. Eyeing the sleeping man for a moment, he found himself running a hand through his still slightly damp hair with a small smile before using the cloth to wipe off the semen on his chest. Once finished, he threw it aside and pulled Norman into a sleepy embrace. Within minutes he was fast asleep, the last fleeting thought in his head not about how chaotic tomorrow would be, or his conflicting feelings for the man he was sharing his bed with...but rather that the shirt Norman was wearing that he had just used was his.
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