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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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"…bullet to the right shoulder…"
"…went straight to surgery…"
"…on a lot of pain medication…"
The voices were slurred and nigh unintelligible, yet the sound of them echoed in Carter's head painfully. Pain, though mostly numbed and without strength, was still shooting through his nerves, pounding at his head and seemingly stabbing him in the shoulder. With a groan, he tried to open his eyes.
His blurred vision could only just make out the figures of a man and woman at the foot of what he presumed to be a hospital bed. It had to be – the walls were a blinding white and the lighting was far too bright. Carter blinked rapidly in an attempt to clear his vision, the two figures slowly becoming more recognizable.
The woman he barely recognized. Carter remembered her from somewhere – judging by her scrubs, she must be his nurse. Though she was still blurry in his eyes, he distinctively remembered her being attractive. Her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy pony tail, strands sticking out from the back and sides of her head. The uniform, of course, did little to compliment her figure, but her face was slender and pretty.
Ahh, well, if I gotta be here, might as well have something to look at.
Why was he here again? The last thing he could clearly recall was examining a crime scene with Ash. The report said it was another gang skirmish. Most of the senior members had fled, but some junior rookies were presumed to still be inside. Everything after their initial entry was a complete blank until he found himself waking up in the hospital, only to be knocked out again via anesthetics.
Carter turned his gaze to the man. His back was facing him, though even drugged and shot he'd recognize that damn pretty boy hair anywhere…How the hell did Jayden get here so fast?
"So he's gonna be ah'kay?" Carter wanted to get up and strangle him with his own tie for the amount of worry his voice so poorly concealed. He was fine – something as minor as a bullet couldn't stop him.
"We're expecting a full recovery," the nurse answered clearly with a smile. Damn right. The nurse looked past Norman to him, blinking in evident surprise.
"Oh, wow, he's awake already? I'll bring the doctor…try to keep him up, will you?" She left without another word, putting her clipboard under her arm before leaving in a slight jog. Norman watched her a moment before turning to face him. His face was paler than usual, eyes squinted slightly in stress.
Carter's own thoughts were becoming increasingly without coherence as Norman closed the distance between them, stopping on the side of his bed with a slightly forced smile.
"Feelin' okay?"
What kind of stupid ass question was that? Yeah, fine, minus the bullet through his shoulder. And the fact that the nurse had left.
"…You know, Norman…'d rather wake up to a hot woman worryin' over me…"
His intention was to offend the man, but Norman only grinned slightly at his words. God, he worried as much as a fucking woman. And he twisted and analyzed every little action he made like one, too. Why couldn't he have been born one, then? It'd make his feelings for the agent much easier to rationalize…Plus, he missed tits.
"…'know…you'd be perfect if you had boobs, Norm…" The absolutely incredulous look on the man's face set Carter into a fit of laughter, his whole body shaking before he cried out of in pain from the motions.
"…I think they gave you too much morphine, Cartah." Norman pushed him gently back onto his bed, purposefully avoiding the bandages wrapped around his shoulder all the while. The moment his head hit the pillows, the wonderful idea of going back to sleep popped into his brain. Immediately, he closed his eyes.
"Hey, hey, don't do that…!" Norman whined, lightly hitting his face. "You're gonna get me in trouble…"
Hearing that made Carter smile in satisfaction. He tried to tell Norman he hoped so, but the words came out slurred and indistinguishable as the world began spinning once more. He opened his eyes one last time to see Norman's concerned face swirling around him before sweet darkness took him.

"Oh, come on!"
The voice that woke Carter this time was neither the feminine voice of the nurse, nor the slightly deeper one of Norman's. It sounded instead like a young child. It was accompanied with the tapping sound of buttons being pressed repeatedly with a little too much force, small explosion noises following every tap.
Propping himself onto his pillow with his elbows, Carter opened his eyes slowly to allow them to adjust to the light. After a few blinks, he spotted a little boy seated in the chair across the room in the corner, playing a handheld game.
"Shaun?" Carter asked incredulously. The boy looked up immediately with a bright smile on his face. He shut the game and jumped out of his chair before running to his bed.
"Mr. Blake, you're awake!" Shaun reached out and pulled him into a hug – Carter couldn't help returning it with a pat from his good arm. Norman had been right, the little prick…Carter loved kids. It mostly stemmed from the fact that the often annoying little creatures liked him. Since he couldn't shove them away or yell at them like adults without horrible feelings of guilt, he had developed a sort of patience for them unseen in their older counterparts.
"What're doing here, kid?" he asked, ruffling his hair before he propped a pillow behind him to rest his back against the bed frame. He was rather flattered to see the boy after all this time – the situation had certainly reversed.
"Mr. Jayden's housesitting since Dad went with Maddie to meet her parents…I had to stay since school isn't out yet," he huffed irritably. "Mom's working, so he's watching me 'til she gets off."
"That so…Where's that assh….aaaagent, at, anyway?" he recovered quickly. Shit, time to turn the filter on…
"Umm…" Shaun paused for a moment, considering. "I think he got a call from work. He told me to call the nurse if you woke up." With that, Shaun hopped off his bed and went to hit the nurse button.
"No no no, don't…" Carter sighed when he realized it was too late. He was tired of sleeping at this point, and didn't particularly look forward to someone lecturing him about his health.
Ahh, wait, that nurse from earlier was nice though. Wonder what she looks like with some actually flattering clothes on? Carter fantasized whimsically. Can't really make a move with Norman around though…
Carter stopped dead in his tracks, a small amount of heat rushing to his face. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? We're not fucking dating. I can do whatever the hell I want.
That line of thinking, however, rose up the thought of what he himself would do if Norman slept with anyone else. If it was a guy…well, he'd beat the everlasting shit out of him, first of all…and then give Norman a little 'reminder' of who he belonged to.
What if it was a woman, though? In all honesty, the thought of Norman with a girl was laughable. Indeed, he did grin a little as he shifted slightly in the bed. He had never actually asked him what his orientation was…All he knew was that it couldn't possibly be "straight", which was enough for him.
Maybe he could talk Norman into the idea of getting with a girl? The idea of a threesome with Jayden and some hot, young girl made the pain slowly returning to his shoulder quite forgettable as the grin on his face widened. It might not be too hard to convince him…and after playing around with the girl, he could reward Jayden by putting him into his lap and fucking him while the girl sucked him off…Yeah, that'd be nice…
"Hey, Mr. Blake, could you get me past this level?" Shaun cheerfully asked as he returned to his side, game in hand.
Holy SHIT I forgot he was in here. Oh god…clean thoughts, you fucking idiot, clean thoughts.
Carter quickly grabbed the pillow from behind him to cover his lap, coughing lightly in an attempt to disburse his thoughts.
"Uh…I'm not too good with games, kid…" he replied sheepishly, face still slightly red.
"Really?" Shaun asked in slight surprise, completely oblivious to Carter's current state. "I thought you'd be great…Mr. Jayden's really good, I can't ever beat his high scores," he added with another bothered sigh.
Ha, I fucking knew it…Jayden's a damn nerd. Him and those space goggles of his…whatever happened to those, anyway?
"That doesn't surprise me," Carter laughed. "Don't dedicate yourself to beating him, you don't want to grow up like Mister Jayden. Games are for geeks."
Shaun glared at him, drawing his eyes away from the screen. Seconds after doing so, a dying cry echoed out of the system, making Shaun swear loudly.
Carter's eyebrows shot up at that. "Watch your mouth, kid, you're too young to be talkin' like that…Where'd you even learn those words?"
"Mr. Jayden…" he mumbled distractedly as he presumably restarted the level. Immediately, a flash of guilt appeared on his face for ratting out his role model. "I mean…um…"
"Really now…" Carter trailed off, his voice heavy with amusement. "Well, me and him'll be having a talk, then."
A small amount of panic filled Shaun's face now. "Don't be mean to him…"
"I'm never mean to Jayden," Carter lied easily.
"That's not what he says," Shaun replied doubtfully. "He said you're a bully to him."
Mr. Jayden's going to get the shit teased out of him later, I assure you.
Before he could muster up a PG rated reply, the door opened to reveal a much less attractive nurse than the one from earlier. So much for that threesome…
Her face was considerably sterner as well as she regarded Shaun's presence with a silent coldness. Carter rose defensively to illustrate he was fine so Shaun could remain in the room without her bitching…failing miserably as the sudden movement made him groan in pain and fall back.
"Visiting hours are almost over, dear. Where are your parents anyway?" the nurse sighed.
Shaun shut his game with a glare before looking at pleadingly Carter for support. Probably still a little scared of people…He sighed slightly before shaking his head. "They're not here, an FBI agent is keeping an eye on him…Norman Jayden, probably in the lobby."
The nurse's eyebrows rose. "Not doing a very good job of it, I see."
Normally, Carter would've jump on the opportunity to make fun of Jayden in any field, but the woman's attitude was pissing him off a little more. Plus, he rather wanted Shaun to stay. It was surprisingly good to see the brat again.
As if on cue, the door opened once more, this time revealing the allegedly poor babysitter himself. "Shaun? Your mom's waiting in the lobby for you…" Norman said before properly looking at the rest of the room. He blinked slightly in surprise at seeing Carter awake before his eyes settled on the nurse.
"I'm afraid you'll have to leave too, Mr. Jayden. Mr. Blake's wound has to be redressed, and if he wants to leave anytime soon, he'll need to rest." Looking slightly put out, Norman nodded to her before she left the room to retrieve said dressing.
"Sorry, Blake. I'll be back tomorrow…"
"I can hardly wait," he replied dryly. "How about you, kid?"
Shaun's face fell sadly as he shook his head. "Probably not…Mom doesn't work tomorrow. But I'll visit you again when my dad comes home, okay?" Shaun smiled at him, the innocent action highly contagious as Carter felt himself smiling back.
"Sure…" Shaun reached out to give him a quick hug goodbye, and Carter returned it more gruffly this time, purposefully avoiding meeting Norman's eye.
"I'll see you again before you leave, right?" he asked Norman amidst his own goodbye hug. Norman squeezed him back in response.
" 'Course you will." Shaun grinned again before leaving the room, giving them both a wave goodbye as the door shut behind him. Both men remained watching the door for a moment before simultaneously looking at one another. Carter's eyes narrowed upon seeing the small, knowing smile on Norman's face.
"So I was right about you liking kids…"
"Whatever, shit head. At least I know how to act around them. Fucking…cussing around Shaun all the time."
Norman blushed slightly at that, looking away irritably before responding. "I don't mean to. It just slips out sometimes…"
"Yeah? It's not that hard to just watch your mouth, Norm," Carter shot back, completely ignoring the fact that he had slipped up earlier as well. Besides, he had caught himself in time, and Norman hadn't been there to witness it anyway.
"Yeah, well…I bettah get goin' before your nurse comes back and strangles me with your bandages."
"In that case, you should stick around…"
"Ha, ha…see you tomorrow, asshole."

"Mr. Blake, you have a visitor here to see you."
It was the blonde nurse's shift this time, to Carter's pleasure. Not only was she a lot better on the eyes, she also didn't nag like all the other nurses he'd had to deal with the past few days.
"Is it Jayden again?" he asked with a bored sigh. Though, out of all his visitors so far, Jayden had been the most tolerable. First Ash had come to talk shit about how he had valiantly saved his life in the raid, (a bullshit lie, he had been in an entirely different room at the time and it was Gary that brought the punk down) and then Perry to tell him he had this week off for emergency leave…and that he was putting into effect all the paid vacation days he'd been stockpiling for the week after. God, the rest of the month was going to be so fucking boring.
The nurse nodded and Carter held back a sigh of relief. It's not that he wanted to see the punk again, he just…made for better company than his alternatives. That was all.
"You're so lucky you're friends with that FBI agent," the nurse sighed enviously.
Carter choked on the sip of water he had been taking. "What?"
"Oh, you know…You seem to get along so well, I'm a little jealous…He's quite handsome, too. Not that that means much to you, of course, " she added with a giggle. "Ahh, I'm sorry. I'm not being very professional, am I? I'll send him in." She left the room just in time to avoid seeing the red on Carter's face from irritation…and another emotion entirely.
Not a second after making sure it was Norman that was opening the door, he threw the now empty water bottle in his direction. Once more, Norman caught it absently.
"Your throwing arm's not back yet, I see," he said with a ghost of a grin.
"Back again, Jayden? Don't you have a job?" Carter inquired, eyeing the man in his signature suit and tie. He gave an absentminded shrug in response.
"We're just cleanin' up a case right now. I can do that from home. Well…from Ethan's, anyway."
"Mars still isn't back yet?" he asked, slightly surprised. It must've been a week by now. Norman just shrugged again in response.
"Should I be worried?" Carter smirked. "Babysitting his kid and house sitting…"
Heat quickly rushed to Norman's face as he coughed slightly in embarrassment. "I can have friends without sleeping with them, Cartah."
"If you say so…" Carter grinned as he remembered the little idea he'd been playing with. The nurse made it pretty clear in his eyes that she wanted Norman's dick, so why not try?
"What are you, anyway, Norm?" he asked. Upon seeing the confused expression on his face, he clarified. "Are you gay or what?"
"Is this some kinda trick? An' you tried to tell me I'm a shitty detective?" Jayden asked disbelievingly. He quickly scanned the room, as if looking for recording devices.
"Just answer the question, queer."
Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Norman then folded them irritably in front of him as he leaned against the wall. "Well…yeah, I am, Cartah."
"Never been with a girl, then?"
"…I don't think that's eneh of your business…"
"Sure it's my business. We're fucking, aren't we?" Norman's face was steadily getting redder in embarrassment, spurring the cop to continue with the subject. "I'm pretty damn sure my nurse wants to fuck you, I figured we could work something out…"
Before Norman could muster a response, the door flew open once more as said nurse in question walked in with a tray containing Carter's dinner.
"I brought another water for you and your friend…am I interrupting something?" The nurse stopped, laying the tray down next to Carter's bed before approaching Norman. "Are you okay, sir? Your face is flushed…" She brought a hand up to Norman's forehead to check for a fever. Norman jumped back in surprise at the sudden contact with a woman he had just been suggested to hook up with, stammering slightly as he put distance between her. Carter watched the entire event with great pleasure – shame he wouldn't be able to bring them both to bed, but teasing the shit out of Norman was his second favorite pastime after sex.
"I'm fine, uh…Thanks for the wat'ah…" his accent thickening, likely due to nerves. Carter had to admit he liked it when th at happened…it was surprisingly…cute.
Looking nearly as disappointed as Carter felt that Norman wasn't eager to touch her, the nurse gave an awkward smile before nodding to Carter. "Once we change your bandages, he's free to take you home. I'll be back to do it in about 15," she told him before exiting the room once more.
The air in the room grew slightly awkward upon her exit. While Carter was busy thinking of all the different ways he could insult the queer, Norman stepped closer to his bed, putting his hands loosely on his hips before forcing Carter on the defensive.
"What about you, Cartah? Obviously…you like women, but…"
Carter should have expected the question, having brought up the topic initially, and yet…he found himself completely dumbstruck as he stumbled for a reply. Sure, he had found an answer that made sense to himself, but it was all a jumble of thoughts and feelings that he had never entirely sorted out to the point where he could explain it aloud. His lack of time to think made his answer far more truthful than he would have liked.
"…I dunno…I don't think about you being a guy when I fuck you, just…you…"
Carter would have gladly been shot more several times if it meant he could take that statement back. Yet the words had already been uttered, and he stammered quickly in an attempt to somehow override them.
"Don't-…get any ideas, though. That doesn't mean shit."
"Carter…do you know why I came here?" Norman paused, allowing Carter time to answer. Usually, Carter had no problem telling what Norman was thinking – he read like a fucking book. Yet now, his expression was remarkably neutral.
When it came obvious that Carter didn't quite understand the question, Norman continued. "Why I first came to the hospital after you were shot, I mean."
Carter blinked, rolling that question over in his mind. He did remember being surprised Norman had arrived to the hospital so fast…he had been in town, obviously, to watch Shaun, but even so, word that he'd been injured wouldn't have traveled that quickly.
"…I don't know what you're talking about, kid."
"Really?" Norman quirked. "There isn't enahthing you did?"
Where the fuck was he going with this? Carter hadn't bothered telling Norman there was going to be a police raid, and he highly doubted the agent had buddied up with anyone in the police force to learn about it…So there was no way Perry, Ash, or Charlene had called…
Oh, shit.
Charlene. A few weeks ago, she had been getting on his case that he hadn't revised his emergency contact information in over a year. The paperwork had to be updated annually, and in his irritation at what he considered to be an utterly pointless chore, he had put down the name of the first and only person he could think of that would give a shit if he had been hospitalized. A person that happened to be standing in this very room wearing a shitty little smug smile.
"…So what?" Carter snapped, the redness on his cheeks very clearly indicating "what". "It's not like I fucking put you down for my life insurance…I just figured you might be interested in knowing if I was ever shot. I wasn't aware that that made me fucking gay."
Norman just laughed lightly, leaning back on the rails of his bed casually before meeting his eyes. They held that mischievous little glint that usually meant Norman was about to say or do something that would put him in a shit ton of trouble.
"…I wasn't sayin' it did…"
"…You suck dick pretty well for someone who isn't gay, though."
Without a thought or care of opening his wound, Carter's injured arm shot forward, dragging Norman by the neck back to him with a snarl. The rest of his body collapsed on top of Carter, still holding him one handed by the neck as he tightened his grip. The strength behind it didn't allow for a single sound to escape Norman's lips, his eyes doing the pleading instead as they watered up in pain and fear.
Carter gave him one last shake before throwing him loose entirely, watching him nearly fall off the foot of the bed in satisfaction. His shoulder began to ache in protest from the exertion, but he felt the pain was worth it to silence the defiant little faggot in front of him. He leaned back against the bedframe, breathing deeply in anger.
"…Cartah."
Carter's eyes snapped open, issuing the agent rubbing his neck weakly a warning look. He was not in the mood for Norman's bullshit. If only because the nerve he had struck was one that constantly ate him away.
"…You wanted to know if I'd evah slept with a girl?" he asked with a sigh, lifting his hands slightly to indicate he was done teasing.
"Yeah?" In spite of himself, Carter's curiosity was piqued once more.
"Well, uh…I have, a couple times, but…" Norman gave a sigh, the expression on his face clearly indicating he was about to share something he wasn't comfortable about. Carter found himself leaning forward to catch it.
"…You were the first guy I was evah with that I wasn't…y'know…on top for." Norman looked like he immediately regretted saying that, but his no doubt desired effect did occur – Carter felt himself calming down considerably as Norman's words sunk in. It was always like this, it seemed to him; intentionally or not, Norman would piss him off to breaking point, only to somehow find the right words to say moments later that could douse the flames he himself had set off. Part of Carter was annoyed – they could skip the entire process if Norman wasn't such a little shit – yet a larger part wanted to analyze what Norman had just confessed. Within seconds, he found himself doubling over with laughter.
"What?" Norman snapped, no longer looking embarrassed so much as annoyed.
"You really expect me to believe that? Bullshit, you lying asshole," Carter grinned.
"I'm not usually with bipolar, dominating jackasses, Blake."
"Even so…the closest you'd ever get to topping is the shit on your ice cream." He leaned forward in order to grab Norman by his tie, which had loosened considerably from earlier. Like the leash on a dog, he yanked it hard to pull the man forward, intently studying the flurry of emotions presenting themselves on his face. More specifically, he was searching for the small glimmer of arousal he often managed to spot in Norman's startlingly bright blue eyes.
Upon finding it, Carter released his strangling hold on the tie with a smirk. Maybe the kid was telling the truth, but in his eyes, Jayden seemed to enjoy in spite of himself the compromising positions he'd put him in. It was usually only afterwards, with a hefty amount of polite encouragement, that he could get him to admit it, though.
"Anyway, tough sh-" Carter broke off as the nurse with increasingly inopportune timing opened the door cheerfully once more.
"All right, let's redress that wound, Mr. Bla-" she stopped midsentence as she took in the sight of Norman laying on top of her patient with Carter still leaning forward hardly a few inches away from his face.
"…Maybe…later?"

" 'Bet if you slept with her, she'd keep quiet."
"Carter, for the last god damn time, I'm not sleeping with that nurse."
"All right, all right…"
Carter lazily leaned back into the passenger's seat of Norman's car as he pulled in to his driveway, enjoying the disgruntled expression on the other man's face. He wasn't worried about the nurse – she seemed far too obsessed with Norman's publicity to throw mud all over it.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Norman yanked the keys out of the ignition and slipped them into his pocket before looking back at him. His eyes rested on his shoulder a little too long for the act to be innocent.
"…You need he-" Norman coughed, wisely deciding to rephrase the question in a way that allowed for Carter's dignity remain intact. "…You want me to come inside?"
Carter's pride dwindled nonetheless as he gave a slight nod, waiting for Norman to exit the vehicle and walk to the passenger door before getting out himself. His arm immediately sought support, settling for wrapping itself around Norman's neck as he leaned in for the leverage this action provided.
"Not a word, Norman," he grunted, shame filling him as he relied on the younger man for support in a task as simple as walking. He wasn't really in pain anymore, the pain killers he had been prescribed still fully in effect. Thankfully, they didn't have the unfortunate side effect of making him loopy as hell. There was no way he'd trust himself around Norman in that sort of state – who knew what kind of shit he'd say?
He did feel horribly drained, however. That was apparently to be expected. His mind was still fully awake and racing, but his body ached to just launch itself into his bed for hours on end.
Yet as Norman shifted him slightly, placing an arm behind him before resting it on his waist all while shifting his other arm around to grab the one he had swung around Norman's neck, an entirely different desire took hold of his body. They rarely found themselves in such a close proximity unless something considerably more erotic was taking place.
Carter's face half-in Norman's hair, he couldn't help smelling whatever shit he put in it. It didn't smell bad, actually…The smell was faintly familiar; he must have caught a whiff of it at least one of the times he had taken him from behind, resting his face into the curly locks as he eagerly thrust into him…
Carter tried to shake the thoughts away as the beginnings of an erection formed, knowing that it wouldn't take long for Norman to notice, given the lack of distance between them. He didn't care if he felt it so much as he prayed Norman wouldn't take it the wrong way – he loathed the position he was finding himself in, but he also couldn't deny he had missed the physical contact being in the hospital had denied him. Besides, that damn smell was reminding him of quite a few of their times together.
They had finally made their way to Carter's front door when Norman apparently realized he had no way of opening it. Without releasing the grip of either of his hands, Norman gave him a quick side look before asking the obvious question.
"Where's the key?"
"Pocket…" Carter knew what was going to happen, yet figured it was too late to stop it. He half-heartedly tried to reach for it first before Norman's hand left his side and dug into his front pocket, securing the key…and, inevitably, brushing against his erection. His hand immediately stopped fumbling around, casting him a dry, amused look instead.
"Do you evah think about anything else?"
"What? I had to deal with your smartass mouth for a week without fucking it."
"Cartah…" Norman ignored the jab, sighing slightly. "I don't think that's a good idea right now."
A small growl rose in Carter's throat. He might have accepted just sleeping off his horniness – he was tired – but after hearing that blatant statement of denial, he sought to prove himself.
"Bullshit. Just...shut up and help me to my room."
Surprisingly, Norman complied as he shut the door behind them with a lock. Sending Carter a quick look, he let go of his hold to hang up their keys and remove his jacket. Carter leaned against the wall, trying to make the action look as casual as possible instead of the desperate effort to stay upright unaided that it was.
They had barely made it to Carter's bed before he collapsed into it, dragging Norman by the waist with him. That irritating concern was written all over Norman's face again as Carter fumbled to remove his tie and undershirt. Rather than voice his preoccupation, however, Norman merely raised his hands to help Carter remove his own clothes.
Once the last article of clothing had been thrown onto the floor beside the bed, Carter hesitated as he finally spotted a rather fatal flaw in his plan so far. The only bottle of lubricant he had was in the bathroom…If he was completely honest with himself, he knew there was no way he could make it there and back without physically exerting himself too much. Maybe he could ask Norman to get it...? No, that was completely out of the question as well. It would make him look far too weak, especially since he'd more than likely refuse and make him give up the effort entirely.
Though…there was still a way he could force Norman to resolve this little issue…
Without entirely thinking through how Norman would react, he shoved two of his fingers into his mouth, past his teeth before resting them on his tongue. For a moment Norman just stared at him, shocked. His mouth slowly closed around them, making Carter close his eyes with a smirk. He knew it – Norman wanted this to happen just as badly as him, concern for his health aside. It was far too easy to get him to bend to his will sometimes…
Off in his own satisfied little fantasies about how submissive Norman was being, it took Carter several seconds to register why his nerves were sending messages of pain back to his brain. His eyes shot open to find that Norman was fucking biting him.
"Ow-! You little shit-" He winced, pulling the fingers from his mouth hastily as he tried to shake off the pain.
"What were you expecting, for me to suck them?" Norman asked incredulously, too perplexed at the fact that Carter honestly believed he'd willingly lick his fingers like a tamed dog to properly be angry.
"They're going up your ass in a second, it'd be in your best interest."
"Wha-" He cut him off by shoving them back into his mouth, watching with great satisfaction as Norman's eyes widened with surprise and hatred. His amusement peaked, however, as he felt his fingers be thoroughly licked before Norman sucked down on them. He paid especially close attention to the parts where his teeth has sunken into, running his tongue along them almost apologetically as if to appease him.
Nice try.
Carter's smirk widened as he removed the now dripping fingers out of Norman's mouth before lightly shoving him back into the bed. Without even planning it, his lips met Norman's again as if to reward him for his previous actions as his hand moved between Norman's thighs. He made the kiss far more forceful when Norman stubbornly shut his lips together in an attempt to deny him, all while sticking one of his dampened fingers inside of him.
The moan that followed forced Norman's mouth to open to allow it to escape, and Carter seized the opportunity to force his tongue in. This time, Norman responded in kind as his finger sought that sweet spot from before. He found it fairly quicker this time around, rubbing it firmly before pulling his fingertip away.
Norman broke off the kiss immediately, jerking his head away with a gasp. "Dammit, Cartah…don't…fucking tease me like this…"
Carter smirked lightly, his finger only brushing against the sensitive organ again. "Weren't you the one who told Shaun I was a bully?"
"Mm…well, you are…" Carter pushed his finger down harder before quickly drawing them away. "Ah…I'm sorry?" he tried, a slightly desperate edge to his voice. Carter merely shook his head, the smirk remaining.
Norman bucked down in frustration, trying fruitlessly to make the sensations return. "Fuck, Cartah, what do you want?"
In response, Carter slowly stuck another finger inside of him, arching it back to playfully scrap against the organ. A small pant escaped Norman as he watched his face for reactions.
"To see you squirm around like this more. So there's not really anything you can do to convince me," he chuckled lightly. Removing his fingers slowly, he pulled out of the younger man completely as he reached instead for Norman's cock. His fingers trailed over it for a moment, making Norman buck forward eagerly. Grinning slightly at the reaction, Carter led his fingers to the head, scooping up the precum with his fingertips. Carter rolled the clear liquid in between the digits for a moment, spreading it equally before sliding them back inside him. This time, however, he heavily increased the pressure he was applying against Norman's prostate. It'd be more fun if he got him closer before stopping…
His intentions must have been written all over his face, as Norman shot him a look of pure and utter defiance. He met Carter's eyes, swallowing a moan before opening his mouth to speak.
"You finger a guy pretty well too, for someone who's straight…"
With a growl that would sound far more natural coming from a beast than a man, Carter pulled his fingers out and shoved Norman into the bedpost. He was going to fuck all of the bastard's smartass little comments out of him – or maybe just beat him into submission, he hadn't quite decided yet. In an act of sheer self-defense, Norman put his body weight into shoving him back, the palm of his hand digging right into his shoulder before he fell over with a cry of pain.
"Oh, fuck, Cartah, I'm s'ahrry!" Norman's face looked absolutely struck with guilt as he quickly crawled over to him, pushing him back into an upright position while squinting to examine his covered shoulder. "It didn't open, did it?"
Carter bit his lip in agony, willing the cries of pain back with all his remaining strength as he tried to relax his expression. The wound was still closed, but god, it hurt.
"I'm fine," he growled angrily, more annoyed to hear his own voice laced with pain than the fact that Norman had been the one to cause it. "Stop fretting over me like a fuckin' housewife…"
Unabashed by what must have been the thousandth shot as Norman's masculinity, he ignored the comment completely in his response.
"This is stupid, I shouldn't 'ave let you talk me into this…We gotta stop-"
"Norman, we are not stopping halfway-"
"-…You're unbelievable, you know that? I should go back to the doctor's and make 'em prescribe you a pain killer that'll kill your sex drive."
That threat sounded a little too realistic, coming from a psychological profiler, to be unfounded. Instead of continuing the current direction of the argument, Carter sought instead to tackle it from a different angle.
"What, you want to fucking stop? You were the one begging me to continue a minute ago," he countered, satisfied with his progress when Norman averted his eyes, turning pink again from shame. "Well?"
"…No, I don't want to stop…" he admitted after a moment. "…But that doesn't mean-"
"-…We'll just do something a little less taxing," Carter interrupted, the pain in his shoulder lessening while his still untouched erection ached for relief. "All right?"
Norman nodded in consent with the passing of a sigh, filling Carter with relief he fought to hide showing. The little bastard could probably beat him in a fight at this moment, so forcing him into anything was, for once, out of the question. If he had refused…well, it'd not only mean a blow to his pride, but also a loss in their near-constant rivalry…Plus, he'd have gone to bed very unsatisfied, which would have been quite unfortunate.
The solution he had in mind was faintly embarrassing, however, and more than a little too intimate for his liking. Not to mention it meant sharing quite a bit of control…but, under the circumstances, it was the best he could come up with.
With another light shove from his good arm, he pushed Norman into the bed again, this time on his right side. The younger man just watched him in a confused, yet curious way as Carter paused, making sure the set up so far would allow him to be resting on his uninjured shoulder. Once satisfied that his sense of direction was in order, Carter leaned down to his left slowly.
A small noise of surprise came from across the bed as Norman finally realized what exactly Carter had in mind. "You're kiddin', right? This isn't-…this is way too-" He tried jerking his hips away from Carter's face, prompting him to grab his waist and pull him back forward. Norman's erection brushed gently against his face, his beard tickling against the organ as a result.
"I'd get to work if I was you, you'll need the head start…"
Norman picked up on the threat in his tone easily. There was no pause or hesitation as he felt Norman's mouth encompass his dick at long last, making him tighten his grip on Norman's waist with a gasp of pleasure washed with relief. It was oddly erotic, not being able to see the action be done for once.
For a moment, Carter relished in the feeling of Norman's tongue coiling around his cock, jerking his hips forward for more. It felt like it had been months rather than just a few busy weeks since he had been inside the little bastard's mouth. After a moment of just enjoying the sensations, Carter reminded himself the position in general did imply mutual stimulation…And Norman had rather earned it, visiting him at the hospital every day. Even if he was a little shit more often than not, he found himself quite sorry to see him go every time visiting hours were over. The hours without him were actually…kind of lonely.
Carter steadied Norman's waist again before moving in to dampen Norman's cock with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it. As expected, Norman wiggled his hips a little in response – Carter still wasn't sure whether he was trying to lessen or increase the feeling with that motion. He always seemed incredibly embarrassed when he decided to focus on his pleasure for a change. It was similar, he realized, to how much Norman hated talking about himself, always awkwardly shying away from the subject, discreetly trying to guide the flow of conversation elsewhere.
It was this reluctance that spurred Carter to take more of him into his mouth, noting with mixed amusement and irritation that as he did so, Norman's own ministrations lost focus and strength.
Can't multitask worth shit.
To his disappointment, he felt Norman removing his mouth with a small pop. He spent a moment trying to catch his breath, the hot air sending Carter small shivers of pleasure as they lightly made contact with his dick.
"…Ease up, Cartah, I can barel' focus…" he managed before taking him in again.
He took his own mouth off Norman's cock for a moment to respond. "Sorry, can't help being good at this," he shot back, the words rewarded by a half strangled chuckle from across the bed. The vibrations from the action made Carter shiver again in pleasure before continuing himself. It was getting harder for him to focus as well, breathing made much more difficult as he struggled to take in oxygen, Norman, and the pleasure he was administrating all at the same time. The lightheadedness from lack of oxygen just made the sensations stronger, adding to the vicious cycle…There was no way he was going to last much longer.
Carter shifted slightly, freeing his left arm from underneath him as he pushed it in between Norman's thighs again, slipping the two fingers from earlier back inside of him. It was significantly harder to both maneuver his fingers to the sensitive spot from this angle, as well as to maintain a level of focus, but all he had to do was make it last for a few brief moments…
He felt Norman's nails dig in to his hips in response with enough strength to break skin. The small shot of pain coupled with the pleasure of Norman sucking down on him with more force sent him over the edge as the salty taste filling his mouth gave evidence that Norman had finished as well.
He withdrew his mouth off the softening member, swallowing the results with a grimace. He really needed to get on the guy about eating healthier. He felt and heard Norman do the same, as well as rolling onto his back with an exhausted sounding sigh.
Carter felt the bed shift slightly, and he raised his head a little just in time to receive a pillow in the face. Norman crawled over closer to him, grabbing it from his chest and slipping it under his raised neck.
He let his head fall back again, shooting the other man a quick look of gratitude before he closed his eyes in satisfaction, ready to sleep his entire vacation time away. The wonderful sounding idea was interrupted when he felt a rise in the mattress that indicated Norman had left his bed.
Carter peaked an eye open, raising his head again in confusion as he spotted Norman getting dressed.
"Where're you going?"
"…I'm house sitting, remember? Ethan'll be home tomorrow night, so Grace is dropping Shaun off in the morning."
Carter leaned back with a huff, rubbing his temples in an attempt to sedate the absolutely feminine request he wanted to state. It was in vain, however, as he once more heard himself speaking before he could stop himself.
"You can still stay here…" His still opened eye caught Norman's surprised expression, and he hastily continued to explain himself. "We can both go to Mars's place tomorrow. I wouldn't mind seeing Shaun again…"
Norman's lips twitched upward at his statement, and he kicked off his pants absently before sitting back onto Carter's bed with a sigh.
" 'Ya know, Cartah, I'm not sure who I came up here to babysit anymore…"
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