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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: There's German written in here. I didn't do anything fancy formatting with it because this is from Phoenix's point of view and he doesn't understand it. But I also don't speak the language either (I chose Japanese instead). So if Google has failed me, I can't say I really care.
Robin: Of course he gives a good show. Just remember it's 50's minimum to start. Muse and I are still working out rates for everything else.
Franko: Sorry I missed you last time. Never though much about this pairing until Robin threw it in my lap. Now I find it unbearably sexy to deal with. Certainly turns my wheels easily enough.
Steven: I'm glad you're enjoying, but I'm a little confused--isn't everything on this site graphic?
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Rule # 23: Some fights are worth losing.
“Wow. You’ve been here all night, haven’t you?”
Razer only frowned at the notes in his hands, highlighting something. “Verpiss dich.”
Phoenix didn’t know what that meant, but considering the tone, he was pretty sure he’d just been sworn at. That probably wasn’t something to be proud about. He felt accomplished anyway.
The beautiful autumn weather had finally turned and taken more than the lingering warmth of summer with it. All the congeniality of the previous weekend had faded from Razer, leaving the man as sharp as his name implied. At least this time around it was easier to navigate through the ever-shifting moods, mostly due to the increased use of German being tossed around. If he was willing to yell in his native language, then there wasn’t much behind the words. It was only when he was trying to be perfectly succinct that any notice needed to be taken. Having survived one knife fight of temper already, Phoenix knew he had room to push before things became a rehash of their Homecoming fight.
Not that he particularly wanted to push in the first place. It was just that Razer was so focused on whatever whip was driving him that he seemed to forget about everything else. Eating and sleeping were the major sufferers—this wasn’t the first time this week that Phoenix had found his roommate curled into a corner of the SUB, surrounded by neat stacks of paper, books, and pens. The only time he didn’t seem to be glued to his textbooks was when he was at class or out on a smoke break, which were becoming longer and more frequent. Not even sex seemed to ease the tension still building up; rather, it seemed like he was caught between loyalties, unsure of which he should be following. And that was just during the time Phoenix was around to observe the behavior. Who knew how hard Razer was pushing the rest of the time?
Too hard, no matter what the answer really was. Midterms were important, Phoenix wasn’t going to argue that, but killing yourself over a grade never seemed to have an adequate explanation, either. Work had to balance out with play, or a person could get so bogged down in the details they forgot what those details meant. That was why he’d dug up a copy of one of his favorite movies and started pouring on the charm, to convince everyone to give up an hour of their time to do something else. And since this was the first time in a while that his roommate had even bothered to respond to a question without having to get in his face about it, there was hope for luring one more person out of stress-induced zombification. For now, he bided his time, purposefully waiting until Razer snarled something else under his breath and started packing his things up. If routine held, as soon as he was outside, a cigarette would be lit. That calm moment was when Phoenix planned on striking.
It almost worked. For the moment, the sky had cleared to let the sun shine through, warming an otherwise biting wind. Razer stepped off to the side, using the building as a wind block as he lit up. There was slight ease of the stress in his eyes as he pulled in that first lung full of smoke.
“Whatever it is, Rot Sperling, the answer is no.”
“I haven’t even said anything yet!” he protested.
The statement was waved off. “Regardless, that is my answer. I have more than enough before me without taking on another task.”
Well, that stung a bit. “So being with me’s a chore now?” slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.
“We’ve discussed you putting words in my mouth before,” Razer growled, settling into his aggressive defensiveness. “Being with you consumes every extra second I can find or squeeze from my other obligations. I cannot give you more of what does not exist.”
“It’s just an hour. I’m not asking for me,” he added when the other released an exasperated sigh. “You need to take a break.”
“A break is a luxury I cannot afford currently.”
“They’re not luxuries, they’re necessities. You’ll burn yourself out if you keep grinding away like this. Besides, I don’t know what you’re so worried about. You’re already obsessive-compulsive about your homework and bloody brilliant to boot. You probably know more than the professor by now. How much more can you expect to get out of the material before a test?”
“I’m so glad you’re confident enough to simply slide through your classes, but some of us take pride in our education,” was the retort. “And not everyone is lucky enough to have it all paid for, either. Though that does seem to be how you take life in general, lackadaisical and devil-may-care, with barely a thought ever given to where you’re going and how you’re getting there. Honestly, how can you be so relaxed about everything?”
“Because there’s more to life than checking items off a list,” Phoenix shot back. “And I’m working damn hard to get where I want to go. Don’t mistake my acceptance of obstacles as ignorance of them. At least I’m not so concerned with being perfect that I’m willing to kill myself for it. How can you always be so uptight?”
“Because noble bloodlines such as mine require nothing less than absolute personal possession at all times.” Razer took a long drag off his cigarette, practically hissing the smoke back out through his teeth. “Or so my mother believed. It is how she raised her two children, after all.”
“Noble?” he finally managed to say after working his jaw a couple times. “Ar-are you really…?”
“Hardly,” the other snorted, though some of the fight seemed to drain out of him. “Back when titles still meant something, a so-many-great uncle of mine was a hunt master for a Baron who was somewhere around forty-second in line for the crown. Even then, that meant less than nothing.” He paused to take another heavy pull from his cigarette. “Still, this uncle and he were quite good friends, so when the Baron died without an heir, all the titles, lands, etcetera were bequeathed to my uncle’s family.” He scowled when he noticed Phoenix’s eyes had grown wide. “Do not over romanticize it. A molding hunting lodge on twenty acres of woodland in the middle of nowhere is all that remains beyond a title. Regardless of my mother’s delusions, my family has worked hard for every cent it owns for generations. Being able to add ‘Baron’ to my name has been far more of a curse than a blessing.” He glared from the corner of his eye. “And if you decide that it is worth some joke on your part to push my entitlement, I’ll gladly tie you to the back of my car and drag your bloody corpse back to your family.”
Hands immediately popped up in a surrendering gesture. “Hey, now. No need for violence.”
“Says the one who tackled three men bigger than him.”
“You’re not going to let that one go, are you?” Phoenix asked in a bemused tone as he rocked back on his heels. “What was I supposed to do? Let them cream Jak? He’s built solid, but a pile drive like that could have knocked him out for the rest of the season. He’s good; we need him.”
“And no one needs you?” The question was carefully neutral as Razer inspected his fingernails. “Self-sacrifice is noble, but ultimately pointless. Dying for a good cause still leaves you very dead.”
“You’re such a pessimist.”
“And I am never disappointed when things go from bad to worse.” Another glance at his watch had Razer swearing again. “Since I’m already late for my next class, I’ll say this: if you want to use our room for whatever it is that you have planned, go right ahead. I can find somewhere else to do my work. If there’s something else, leave me a note. I’ll accommodate as best I can. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
One day, Phoenix promised himself as he watched his roommate walk away. One day, he would win one of their arguments, not just settle for whatever concessions Razer had decided to hand out. Part of the plan had been to convince the other to allow this little get together to happen in their room. Not that there was any issue using the setup in the common room—he just wanted this to be a private party. Because Razer seemed so much more comfortable in an enclosed, personal setting than he did in public. And now all the subtle planning was for naught because the person it was for refused to participate.
He sighed and started his hike back to the dorms, trying to decide if Razer’s contrary temperament was natural or a result of his upbringing. And wasn’t that just a kick to the head? That little, startling drop of information certainly cleared up a few of the inconsistencies in the other man’s attitudes, like how he could be so cold and closed off in every other circumstance, yet warm and open in bed. It also made him regret his earlier comment about perfection. Though it sounded like Razer could care less about being landed gentry, the expectations for that social class were obviously still very much there. To have to live one way without any of the backing that usually supported it, there was little wonder as to why the man was trying to kill himself—he could do nothing less. Yet the confession raised so many other questions at the same time. He squashed most of them before they could distract him from his original goal of getting his roommate to relax.
If Razer was going to be difficult when the hints were subtle, then maybe a faster approach was necessary. One that didn’t give him time to think of any clever ways to slither out from whatever was happening. Regardless of what he did, it was going to be a fight. He needed to tip the odds a bit in his favor before that happened. To pull off the idea slowly forming his head, he’d also need co-conspirators. He bypassed his room and headed for Jak and Daxter’s instead.
“Y-yeah?” answered his knock. Good. Someone was home. That made quite a few things easier.
“Hey there, Jak. Can I come in?”
“Sure, Phoenix. What’s up?”
Phoenix took the invitation and stepped into the room, absently noting it was only Jak there. He paused for a second, knowing this was his last chance to stop before he did something stupid. “Sorry to butt in, Jak, but I need to know something. Would it be alright if we swapped movie night out for tomorrow?”
There was an instant perk of concern. “Why? Did something happen?”
“Not exactly.” He tugged distractedly at one of his piercings, trying to figure out how he wanted to say this. “Something came up that needs my attention, is all. Will that be a problem?”
“I don’t think so,” Jak mused out loud. “I mean, tomorrow’s Saturday, so no class. Practice is in the morning and you wanted it to be a movie night, so that’s no big deal. Dax gets away from Pizza Haven by nine, so I bet he could even bring us some pizza if we wait for him.”
“Perfect.” This was going to work out better than he’d hoped. “And that brings me to my second question. Would you and Daxter be up for a little prank tonight instead?”
“Prank? Huh? What? Who’s gettin’ pranked? What’re we doin’? What’d I miss?”
He stepped aside as Daxter all but fell into the room, his attention so undivided that his feet were forgotten. Phoenix wrapped an arm around bony shoulders as much to steady the other as to draw him close for the conspiratorial flare, the last of the master plan falling into place.
“Well, you see, it goes like this…”
The idea was very simple; wait until the victim was busy doing something else, sneak in, and remove all their property. Usually it was just a single room, but Phoenix had helped empty an entire flat before. It took coordination and precision timing and thankfully, the intended target was a creature of fastidious habit.
It was around nine that night when Razer gave up his latest review session, gathered his stuff, and headed for the showers. Phoenix waited until he was certain the other was assuredly engaged before going to knock on the neighboring door. He didn’t wait for an answer, knowing Jak and Daxter would follow soon enough. They only had about fifteen minutes to do this, but they really didn’t have much to move. Rather than taking everything, it was just the clothing they were removing. For once, Razer’s neat streak worked against him. With all the clothes already neatly folded, it was a cinch to scoop them all up and out of the drawers and into a waiting box. While he and Jak worked to empty the dresser and wardrobe, Daxter had been given the all important task of snitching the clothes Razer had taken with him. In less than ten minutes, they had everything packed up and moved out. Phoenix thanked them for their time and cooperation, and once left alone again, began to ready the other half of his plan.
Without clothes, Razer wouldn’t just walk away from the coming discussion. Despite his earlier show, his roommate wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, but he wasn’t exactly ashamed of his looks either. If annoyed enough, not being clothed wouldn’t stop him from leaving. The long term solution to that problem came in the form of tube socks. If Razer wasn’t going to sit down nicely, then Phoenix was going to tie him down until he stopped being so stubborn. And he was going to make it worth the other’s time to settle. He hoped he was, at least. There was a lot of ways this could blow up in his face. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. If things went wrong, he’d just have to deal with the consequences as they came.
He had just enough time left to start doubting what he was doing before Razer stalked in, scowling. There wasn’t even so much as a glance in his direction as the other headed straight for the dresser. The confusion at the empty drawer didn’t last long. Without looking further, Razer turned to him, green eyes hard and flat. Phoenix didn’t wait for whatever was coming next, he just moved. As planned, Razer followed to prevent him from escaping. But since escape wasn’t the plan, it gave him a surprised moment to exploit when he suddenly pushed instead. They grappled a bit, and for a minute, it felt like they were too evenly matched for this to work. Then that impressive strength flagged, giving Phoenix the opportunity he needed to pin the other down to the bed. He wasn’t quite sure how exactly he managed to get Razer’s hands up over his head, let alone into the premade knots that would hold them there, but he wasn’t willing to question it either.
“Just…relax,” he coaxed as the other continued to struggle.
“I find nothing about my current circumstances to be relaxing,” Razer bristled back. “First my personal items are thrown away. Then my clothes disappear while I take a shower. Now I find myself tied to a bed by my roommate, who is very clearly a maniac. What, exactly, is relaxing about any of this?!”
When it was put that way, absolutely nothing, but Phoenix wasn’t about to let that stop him. “I already apologized for the cologne and hair gel,” he replied evenly. “And I took your clothes so that you couldn’t run away before we had a chance to talk.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Besides, we both know that if you really wanted to get free, all you have to do is pull. They’re just socks.”
“Your choice of restraints and how easily one might escape them is not the point. It’s that you felt the need to do it at all.”
“If you weren’t such a stubborn arse about everything, I wouldn’t have to resort to these kinds of tactics. Look,” he interrupted before the other could say anything more, “you don’t want to tell me what’s been riding you for the last week, that’s fine. I accept that it’s none of my business. But you’re going to give yourself a coronary if you don’t calm down.”
“You’re blowing this out of proportion.”
“And you’ve blown through three packs of cigarettes in the last three days. Tell me again with a straight face you’re not headed for a nervous breakdown.”
Razer stilled and finally looked at him with something other than frustrated anger. At length, he muttered something unintelligible under his breath and relented. “Fine. I admit it,” he said. “I’ve been very stressed this last week. Excuse me for caring about the grades and scholarships that allow me to stay.”
“Caring’s fine. Putting yourself into an early grave is not.”
“All things considered, smoking is probably the last thing that will kill me, but I’ll concede the point.” He settled with as much ruffled dignity as he could. “Since you are so obviously an expert, what is it that you suggest I do?”
“Relax,” Phoenix repeated with a smile. “And trust me.”
For a moment, it looked like Razer was going to start protesting again. But he remained quiet and still, though he was clearly uncomfortable in doing so. It tempered the thrill of victory Phoenix felt in finally winning one of their arguments. It shrank even further when a completely unbidden thought popped into his head.
“You don’t trust me,” he said quietly, somewhat hurt by the realization.
“When you steal my things and forcibly restrain me? No. I don’t.” Intense green eyes slid closed in that avoidance technique Phoenix was becoming very familiar with. “But I trust few to begin with and you more than most.”
Phoenix shifted so the he could lean in closer to his roommate, pressing a hand to that angled face. “You worry too much,” he said when he was finally looked at again. Then he leaned the rest of the way in and kissed the other.
Truth be told, kissing Razer was one of the best things about their pseudo-relationship. Not because of any great skill (though the man definitely knew more than enough to get anyone hot and bothered without really trying), but because all those layers of self-restraint vanished. He was passionate and engaged, fierce, intent, and powerful in ways that completely defied his normal aloof, resistant, removed demeanor. Maybe the dichotomy wasn’t really that surprising given what little he now knew about Razer’s childhood. It unquestionably made kissing him an exhilarating pleasure. One Phoenix enjoyed more than he probably should.
It didn’t take long for lips to part and tongues to start twining around each other. Even bound to a bed in the supposedly subordinate position, Razer pushed back with that uncompromisingly hard edge he took to all challenges with. More than happy to answer that challenge, Phoenix shifted and settled a little more solidly on top of his roommate, letting his fingers run up into the still slightly damp ebony hair that was wondrously just long enough to secure a hold in.
Contrary to what even he had thought, it wasn’t like kissing an ashtray at all. Sure, he could taste the lingering tobacco, that little bit of smoke that never left the breath, but it was neither disgusting nor even all that unpleasant. Rather, it somehow added something to the experience, just like that little hint of mint that danced around the edges. On someone else, he might have agreed that it was bad. On Razer, it was one more reason to keep their mouths sealed together.
With his hands secured over his head, there was little the other could do to stop Phoenix from doing whatever he wanted. He broke their kiss out of whimsy rather than any sort of need, letting his lips trail across a strong jaw, enjoying the quiet hum of pleasure Razer made while lifting and twisting his head to allow better access. Phoenix took the unspoken invitation to work down the smooth column of the neck until he got brave enough to do more than kiss. Light nips appeared to do nothing at all, but a swipe of his tongue over the adam’s apple brought both an arch of the body and a hitch of breath. A repeat of the action earned a slightly louder noise, as did a quick dip into the hollow at the base of the throat.
Phoenix shifted down, letting his mouth and tongue wander while his hands slid over sleek panels of muscle. Razer didn’t boast the sheer mass he was used to seeing because of his sportsman nature, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. He could feel each flex and strain under his fingers, rippling behind satin-like skin still warm from the shower. He touched everything within easy reach, gliding from hip to overreaching arms, tying to be distracting, yet comforting at the same time. His teeth found another sensitive spot along a slightly heaving sternum, though he didn’t stay to exploit it long. He had a different place and method in mind for breaking that quiet reserve his roommate was still clinging to.
He moved further down, across a quivering stomach with slow, sucking kisses and a detour to that rather nasty looking scar hovering just over a hipbone. The caress of his tongue over the discoloured skin was borne with a shuttering gasp, followed shortly by a strangled noise as Phoenix dug his teeth into the soft area where hip and thigh met. The body he still held down jerked as if in pain, but it was exceptionally obvious it was also enjoyed. He didn’t manage to garner any more sounds as he left dark marks behind. It was of little consequence at that point. The cracks in that controlled exterior were already starting to show—Razer was breathing hard and his skin was starting to flush. His hair was mussed, his lips bruised, and he’d definitely relaxed into the bedding, no longer holding himself stiff and uncomfortably ridged. And then there was the thing that pleased Phoenix the most, which was the mostly hard erection resting against a flat stomach.
Seeing that Razer was actually enjoying the attention and not just putting up with it helped Phoenix throw the rest of his caution to the wind. A quick grope over the side of the bed gave him what he wanted without drawing too much attention. However unlikely it may have been for his reluctant lover to want to stop at this point, he didn’t plan on giving the man the chance to even think about it. He adjusted his position on the bed and flashed a saucy smirk when slightly dazed eyes opened to see what was happening. Then he had Razer’s cock in one hand and was slipping a condom over the dark head with the other before quickly following with his mouth.
Razer swore something fierce, his whole body caught between pulling away or thrusting up. While he was trying to figure out what he wanted to do, Phoenix gave himself a mental pat on the back for grabbing the right condom. Strawberry was a much better choice than straight-up latex. Then he refocused on the task in front of him, gently sucking at the tip he had his lips wrapped around while slowly pumping the rest of the shaft with his hand. Finally, an unabashed moan from Razer as his hips flexed up; a silent request for more, which Phoenix was more than happy to provide. He kept the pace unhurried. Ease the condom down a little bit, tease with languid strokes and sure pulls of his lips and tongue until that ever-more-desperate next plea, then down a little further until he could physically take no more without trying to choke.
That was rather annoying. Razer had always managed to go all the way down on him and they weren’t that different in size. That somehow equated out to Phoenix being able to return the attention. He could not, however, so instead of fussing over the detail, he used it to his advantage. He pulled back and dragged his tongue off to one side, laving hotly at those last few inches he couldn’t manage otherwise. With his mouth now working around the base, his hand moved up, palming and rubbing the slick head in ways that had Razer squirming. Close to what he wanted from the other, but not quite.
Another frantic grope over the edge of the bed gave him the rest of the necessary items. He went back down properly, much to Razer’s vocal delight, while he covered his fingers in lube, trying to ignore how hard he was himself. Finally considering the slick stuff sufficiently warmed, Phoenix pulled back so he could see his roommate properly before letting his fingers slide into position with just enough pressure to make his intentions clear.
Everything up to this point could be played off as kinky foreplay, the lavishing of forceful attention upon someone who had yet to actually say “no.” But actual penetration? That was uncharted territory. Razer had been leading this bizarre dance, initiating a good percentage of their encounters and had most definitely been the one to finish each of them in some of the hottest, stickiest ways possible. Since he was the one with the most hang-ups, it had only made sense to let him decide what was or wasn’t acceptable, so Phoenix had never pressed the issue of being the taker instead of the taken. Until now, at least. He wasn’t going to take this if it wasn’t offered, though. He’d find another way to get them off if his partner decided this wasn’t a barrier to be breached.
Beneath him, Razer stilled once more. Glazed eyes slowly opened, gasping breaths slowed, and for a minute, Phoenix honestly thought he was going to be told off in a language he didn’t understand. Then there was a deliberate press against that hesitating finger. “Go slow,” he finally said, shifting against the slight intrusion. “I have no intention of being laid up all day tomorrow.”
Slow Phoenix could do, not only because he’d been asked to, but because there was no way he was going to waste a moment of this opportunity. Nor did he, fingers already gently massaging, warming that ring of muscle while acclimating the other to his touch. A quiet moan and Razer was moving with him, already falling back into the haze of pleasure. Phoenix spread kisses across a smooth inner thigh, watching carefully for signs of discomfort as he gradually pressed harder, the first finger slipping inside with little resistance. There was nothing but a slight huff, and with no pain in evidence, he continued.
A strained edge became noticeable by the time a second finger was introduced. In an effort to provide a distraction, Phoenix leaned forward to once more attend the twitching hard-on in front of him. Razer’s response, quite vocal if still somewhat quiet, only encouraged him to take the heavy length into his mouth again, reprising his earlier administrations even though most of his attention was focused on the rest of the prep. It was actually a pretty easy rhythm to get into, fingers thrusting as his roommate pushed back onto them, then down a little further on that incredibly hard cock as it was thrust up. Phoenix couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as Razer broke his own request for a slow progression, body already to the point where it was taking what it wanted even if the rest of him wasn’t quite ready to admit that yet. He was sure that if the other’s hands had been free, they would have been tangled in his hair by now, pushing his mouth faster and deeper than he was already going. Something about that thought was endlessly arousing, making Phoenix groan in frustration even as he added a third finger.
Finally, the veneer of control broke. “Now, Rot Sperling,” Razer groaned, shifting restlessly because he simply couldn’t find the end he was looking for. “Ich brauche dich jetzt.”
He might not have been able to translate any of that into English, but Phoenix understood the message behind the breathless words. He was more than a little breathless himself as he released the now throbbing erection with one last swipe of his tongue, fingers easing free at the same time. It was almost torture to pull away and stand, but it ensured his clothes came off quickly. Then he was back between Razer’s legs, stroking himself to relieve some of the ache before slipping on his own condom and applying more lube. He lifted those long legs over his arms and pressed forward, once again waiting for the okay to go further. Razer adjusted a bit in his hold, bracing his hands on the piece of bed they’d been tied to, then met his permission-seeking gaze steadily. A deliberate roll of the hips and consent was granted.
It was hard to not thrust in all at once. Harder still was simply not coming as Phoenix slid into the melting, tight heat of his roommate, gently rocking back and forth against the token resistance marking the journey. Razer’s back arched with a lingering moan as he was filled, legs flexing like he was trying to draw the other closer. Finally and all too soon, there was nowhere else to go. With a slight gasp, Phoenix stilled once more, seated completely inside his lover. It was only to give the other a chance to adjust to the intrusion, but the generosity was lost on Razer.
“Move,” he hissed. “Für die liebe Gottes, move!”
No need to ask twice. The pull back and forward thrust were automatic, something more instinctual than planned or controlled. There was an ecstatic response and from there, no stopping. Panting, straining, hard and fast and slick with sweat and the excess lube, Phoenix moved with purpose as Razer writhed beneath him. There was a constant stream of mutters and bitten off exclamations that shifted fluidly through German to English and then back, spurring him on. This was what he wanted, to see that tightly maintained composure completely fail, that control snap. Razer was a beautiful man when he was cold and untouchable. He was absolutely gorgeous trapped in the heat of pleasure, unable to even control what language he was speaking. It didn’t matter that he’d never know what was really being said. Right now, he already knew exactly what was being asked for and he couldn’t find the will to hold off any longer either.
A few rough jerks of his hand and a particularly hard set of thrusts brought Razer to an intense climax, that rough voice finally choking. Having that hot body constrict around him, mixed with the heady rush that came with the shout of his name, had Phoenix grinding through an equally fierce release shortly thereafter. For a few seconds, they were completely connected. Then there was nothing but harsh gasps for breath to fill the silence of the room.
With a shuddering gasp, Phoenix slowly released the legs still in his grasp back to the bed while gently massaging bruised hips. There was a small noise of something that might have been discomfort as he pulled back for the last time, but otherwise Razer remained unmoving. Shaking knees held while he got them mostly cleaned up, then he was loosening the knots that had kept the other’s arms bound. Finally, dark green eyes opened, focusing slowly on what was happening. Razer’s shoulders cracked as he lowered his arms, rubbing his wrist lightly.
“You okay?” Phoenix finally asked, breaking the still around them.
There was a vague hum of affirmation as his roommate stretched and rolled over like some giant cat, still muzzy and bedroom eyed as he curled the pillow under his head. A soft little smile played around the edges of his lips as he replied, “I would be better if someone got their ass back into this bed. It’s cold and while I may be expensive, I am no whore.”
With a roll of his eyes, Phoenix crawled back into the bed, pressed against one side. There was a much louder rumble of approval as Razer once more settled heavily into the mattress, content and complacent. It was the most relaxed Phoenix remembered seeing him in a while. Absently, he began stroking the other’s back, pleased to see his roommate relax even more. His thoughts drifted in the quiet until he noticed that intent gaze resting on him again. Razer said nothing, just watched, that rare unguarded look in his clear eyes. The beginnings of those hard lines that usually framed his face were starting to surface again, but they were still softened enough that the expression was warm instead of cool. Then, quite suddenly, Razer reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into a kiss. It was nothing like what their kisses usually were. It was still uncompromising, that silent challenge that was just Razer being Razer. But it was also soft, somehow gentle, and almost achingly sweet, the way their lips moved against each other’s.
“Thank you,” he said when the kiss ended naturally, letting the words drag over those lips he’d just ravished. A slightly unsteady hand carded through Phoenix’s loose hair. The small, honest smile that made Razer seem about four years younger than he was blossomed on his face again. Another kiss, and then he was laying down again. The smile turned playful. “Though if you plan on exercising this little bondage fetish of yours again anytime in the future, may I suggest investing a good pair of padded leather cuffs. No matter the material, rope will chafe and I will kill you for bringing cheap metal handcuffs into the bed.”
“Always complaints with you, isn’t it?” Phoenix groused back, though he was smiling as well. “Next time, I might have to give you a good old fashioned spanking, just so you have something to really complain about.”
A dismissive snort was the response. “You are a kinky thing, aren’t you?”
“Says the one who just willingly shagged with his hands tied to a bunk bed.”
An absolutely evil, sexy leer lit up Razer’s face. “And the sooner you get those cuffs, the sooner I’ll let you do it again, maybe this time bent over the desk, or against the wall perhaps…?”
Phoenix was already calculating the worth of expedited shipping.
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