andrew-doyle:

Andrew smiled at Adair, he had the entirety of his body weight resting on his elbows as he watched the younger male. “Well, I find that hard to believe considering I can’t get you to stop thinking when you need to…” He cupped Adair’s face, leaned forward, kissed his lips roughly and grinned - his teeth toying with his own upper lip now. “You haven’t got enough blood for both to function, baby.” He said as he tapped Adair’s temple then nodded toward the ex-SEAL’s crotch.

Andrew could feel the intensity between the two of them now, it was tangible, you could cut it with a knife - and he was ready to feel every centimeter of Adair’s body. Adair against him, inside of him, touching him, cupping him, kissing, caressing, fondling - everything. He wanted it. Now.

He gasped for air as he finally got Adair out of his cargo pants. It was a feat worthy of celebration and Andrew was very much looking forward to that. It wouldn’t be long now and it was all that was on Andrew’s mind. His eyes darted directly for the growing bulge beneath the dark blue fabric. He wanted to touch it, to feel the heat, to taste it, but Andrew was a very patient man. He knew these kinds of things took time - and the more time one spent, the sweeter the outcome. He could wait, he would.

Andrew lifted his hips to help Adair pull down his slacks, but Adair used so much force that Andrew was surprised he had any slacks left after they were discarded to the floor. Not that those god damned designer, custom tailored pants meant anything here. Honestly, Andrew was glad to be out of them. He was glad to feel Adair’s eyes hungry on his body just like his were on Adair’s. They definitely had a mutual respect for one another’s bodies. Adair was finely toned, smooth musculature rippling, sleek and disciplined beneath bronzed, hairy, tattooed flesh. Andrew ran his hand along Adair’s chest, his own body jerking when Adair’s fingertip found his nipple.

Andrew was taking in sharp breaths now, he was damn near panting, exhausted for breath that he just couldn’t catch. His body was hot, his blood running south. He slid a hand up Adair’s thigh then left the fingers toying with the area of his boxer briefs that met his thigh. He licked his lips, smiled at Adair then kissed the older male before leaning down and licking down the length of the side of Adair’s chest and right back up again - nipping at his neck as he did so.

“I really can’t wait anymore.” He said, out of breath as he clawed desperately at Adair’s underwear. “Just take them off…please.”

Adair chuckled softly, “You know what….I think you’re right about that” he mumbled, his conversation, along with his thoughts soon dying out as Andrew toyed with his upper lip. He liked the way the older male was tugging at it, teasing it slowly with his teeth, it made his body quiver and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up “Mmmm that feels…..so good” he murmured as he ran a hand desperately through Andrew’s hair, clutching at handfuls of it, wanting it, wanting him closer. As close as he could possibly have him.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer, the suspense was torturing him and the anticipation of Andrew’s hard naked body pressed against his own was almost too much to bear but he knew he had to compose himself, he had to take it slow no matter what message his brain…and his nether regions were sending him, screaming at him to push forward and ravage Andrew in an erotic, animalistic manner.

The younger male could feel Adair’s eyes on him, combing over every inch of his body, drinking him in like a fine scotch the kind he’d seen Andrew sipping delicately on more than one occasion. His chest was heaving and the fact that there was nothing but the thin layer and blue cotton and black fabric keeping their bodies from being naked and pressed up hard and passionately against each other was doing nothing for the throbbing in Adair’s boxers. He looked at Andrew, licked his lips slowly then leaned in to kiss him hard, forcefully on his lips, pushing his tongue inside the older male’s mouth, running it slowly over the roof of Andrew’s mouth.

Adair smirked happily when the older male jerked at his touch. He bit his lip and made a mental note to himself that Andrew enjoyed having his nipples touched and continued to run hand hands over the older males body. His lips found his jaw, chin, neck, clavicle, until finally he let his lips drag slowly over the older males nipple. He flicked his tongue deftly over it, leaving a slick wet trail there, before teasing, oh so gently of course with the edge of his teeth. He wanted to feel Andrew’s body jerk again, he wanted to hear him moan, he sound of pleasure slip from his lips at his doing.

He could tell the older male was more than aroused, the way his body was reacting to Adair’s touches, caresses. The way he was laying there, chest rising and falling, hard-on prominent through his underwear, his fingers reaching out, almost clutching for Adair, hand trailing up his inner thigh, god it was all so perfect. Adair, had he been the sort of man with more will power could have sat back and stared at Andrew like this all night. But he didn’t possess that amount of self control and by the looks of it Andrew was starting to loose his own. He could feel the older male’s fingers, clawing desperately at his underwear and he knew that there was no way he could possibly hold off another second. The sensation of Andrew’s tongue on his flesh caused the younger male to grunt, a small wet mark of pre-cum staining his dark blue boxer briefs. 

Adair nodded swiftly and reached down, pushing his boxers off, making sure to pull them down slowly, his erection sprung forward as he dragged his underwear off. Quickly removing himself from his underwear, tossing them on the ground he reached forward, his hands grasping at Andrew’s underwear, peeling them down, lips now pressed to his hips bones and he slowly, so slowly slipped the satin boxers over the older males erection. He smiled to himself as Andrew’s thick shaft was soon revealed. Adair raised his head, glancing at the older male before hovering over him, kissing him again hard, his fist wrapping tightly around Andrew’s member with one hand, his other hand gripping firmly at Andrew’s left hand, guiding it down, pressing it to his own throbbing cock. “Touch me” he grunted into Andrew’s mouth needing the contact more than anything else right now.

andrew-doyle:

You’re starting to get on my nerves…

It’s a good thing I like you.

Fuck, you’re so god damn attractive it isn’t even funny…How’d I get so lucky huh?

michael-dresden:

He flinched.

Michael Dresden actually flinched. For a man who was said to be delicate, precise, and governed in every aspect of his life, being trapped in this hell of a situation was proving so differently that it started infecting his mind, forcing him into doubts over the personal truths he’d always clung to. Back when his father was alive (and consequently, back when Michael’s life wasn’t so thought out; back when he was actually living as opposed to breathing a routine), there had always been one repeated message. “Never let anything break you, kid. Trust me, there’s plenty out there capable, but never let anything break you, because once you’re broken, you ain’t getting fixed.” If he closed his eyes and allowed himself to sift through the garbled memories, he could almost vividly hear his old man’s urgent tone, see his aging, troubled face masked by his five o’clock shadow, but that was if he allowed it, which he never did so long as he could help it. However now, disconnected from everything he fought valiantly to keep him safe from himself, there was very little left to his defenses, and the heavy barricade he’d used to shield those plaguing reminders of loss were now a stupid shame. Now… now he was paranoid, over-thinking, nervous, scared, and too confused to know what the fuck to do about any of it.

Try as he might to cover it all up, to remain the calm and collected presence he’d been associated as for some odd ten years now, the mind was an incredibly power thing not to be trifled with. He quickly recovered from the initial hesitation that seized his limbs at the abrupt physical contact, turning on his heels to examine the source with a look that was hopefully pacified rather than edgy. Immediately Michael recognized the man as the ex-military loudmouth - around the rumor mill, not his personal reflection - aboard the ship, much credit due to his immaculate attention to detail. It was his job not to miss things, and up here he found it the smallest ounce of consolation, easing some of the unsettling alienation he felt. With a speculative sweep over the man’s physique and a raised eyebrow, Michael returned the gesture and nodded forcefully, withdrawing his hand before the shake became borderline awkward.

“I’d introduce myself, but you apparently already know who I am,” he answered with the un-profound twitch of his lips, the small pleasantry not unnoticed before he wiped his expressions clean, breathing a huff through his nose at the man’s next random inquiry. Why would he choose to come to Michael? Surely he could’ve told that he wasn’t exactly the most approachable of fellows, especially given his insistence to remain off the grid, unless…. Michael willed himself not to make a reaction, because his business was his business and, well, he didn’t owe Thomas much of anything, but his something in his subconscious tugged at him and told him that it was simply none of his concern. It looked like nonchalance and feigned ignorance was in his near future. With a lazy shrug and a flick of his gaze, chocolate eyes now peering innocently at Adair, he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and rocked on his heels. “Okay, shoot.”

Adair smiled, it wasn’t often these days that he did so but the way in which Michael reacted to him and spoke in a soft manner made the older man grin. He didn’t know much about the man, Michael well and truly kept to himself, no one on the ship seemed to know very much about him and Adair liked that fact. He felt Michael would be a good person to have as an alley. Adair didn’t have many and the more he could find the better. He chuckled softly nodding his head slowly “I do know who you, in fact I’ve been looking for you” he said with a smile then folded his arms across his chest. It was a stance Adair often took, and a slightly intimidating one at that but he couldn’t help it. Standing in such a manner has become a habit of his as he looked down at the other male who was a good few inches shorter than him he cleared his throat.

“I want to talk to you about Thomas Milligan, you know him don’t you?” he asked, eyebrow slightly arched as he leant against the wall of the corridor. He watched Michael’s face carefully for any sign of emotion, anger, resentment but the man had a poker face card players would kill for. He wasn’t giving anything away. After a few moments Adair spoke again “It has come to my knowledge that you were…..following him? and it seems to me that I….despite my best attempts, keep on running into him” Adair explained as he continued to keep his gaze locked on to Michael’s. “So….I think you should tell me some more about this man, if he is a threat, should I avoid him? Or I help you to track him down, because either way….I can’t stand the sight of him and if I have to look at his smug smirking grin one time, I honestly might just go postal” he said, forcing a small smile, letting Michael know he wasn’t completely serious and hoping any rumours the younger male may have heard about Adair and his mental stability, or lack of that, would be put at ease in his mind, knowing the older male wasn’t really a nut job.

Taking a deep breath, Adair leaned in closer his face only inches from Michael’s now, personal boundaries never his strong point “Look…..I know you don’t want people sniffing around your business and I can also tell you like to be left alone, I’m very similar to you in that respect, but I’m going out on a limb here and asking for your help” he muttered. He could tell Michael was awkward, incredibly awkward almost painfully so but this didn’t both Adair in the slightest. He knew what it was like to be socially outcast. For all his anger and shouting, his loud orders and morbid prophecies about their lives here on Mitternacht, Adair knew what it was like to be excluded. His array of physiological disorders didn’t help this fact either but he tried his damn never hardest to keep them under wraps, seeing them as a sign of weakness. He looked at Michael, the younger male had a wide-eyed look on his face making him appear innocent, almost naive. Adair let out a breath slowly though his nostrils “Come with me, I have a feeling we’d rather discuss this away from prying eyes and ears” he muttered a couple of passer-by’s now eyeing up Michael and himself as they spoke in the corridor. “We’ll go to my cabin, I have some other things I would like to talk to you about well….follow me” he informed, and with that, turned heel and began to walk away in the direction of his cabin, hoping that Michael would soon be following close behind.

(Source: adair-kossak)

michael-dresden:

I’m sorry, but adorable?

Yes adorable, did I stutter?! No, no I did not. Shut up and learn to take a compliment Michael.

andrew-doyle:

Andrew smiled and stroked over Adair’s collar bone. “You worry and think far too much…right now is not the time for thinking.” He said as he ran his fingers up to Adair’s jaw and pressed his fingers to the younger man’s lips. Adair was gorgeous…and Andrew neededthis even more than he wanted it. He pulled Adair down and kissed him again, a little more forcibly this time.

His heart was pounding in his chest, but not because of nerves…no, this was longing for the touch of another human being, and Andrew knew that he could no longer hold off. No, not with Adair so willing to give him what he wanted…and oh so attentive.

In Andrew’s opinion, the two of them couldn’t get naked quickly enough. He was doing whatever he could to help Adair get Andrew out of his clothes first…while still trying to fumble around with the younger male’s belt. It had been a long time since he’d undressed someone else. He and his boyfriend back home usually undressed themselves then got into the bed and had boring, ‘married’ sex. This was different, new, exciting - and Andrew couldn’t wait for it to begin.

Soon, his belt had come off and he was shimmying out of his slacks. Only in his underwear, he looked up at Adair and grinned. “You are so handsome, Adair…” He said, his voice thick with lust as he played with the hair at the back of Adair’s neck. “I bet you’re a very attentive lover.”

Adair laughed softly “Usually I get told I don’t think enough, I just do….without thinking” he grinned as he let his fingertips explore Andrew’s hair, his lips kissing along the older male’s jaw line slowly, leaving a gentle trail of kisses in his wake. “Okay…I’ll stop thinking” he mumbled as Andrew pressed his fingers to his lips, almost forcing him to be quiet. He pressed his mouth hard against the other males, sucking on his lower lip just so, toying with it between his teeth before sliding his tongue slowly against Andrews, deepening the kiss, increasing the passion, the heat between the two men now rising like an inferno.

His breathing was fast now, lungs contracting and expanding with every breath he took, he felt like Andrew was sucking the air right out of him and he couldn’t get enough. He ran his hands down the older males sides, gripping him tightly as they kissed, forcing their bodies closer together, grinding his hips with almost excessive force down against Andrew’s. Adair wanted this, he knew just how good he could make the older male feel and he was going to do everything in his power to please him, not only satisfy him but leave him begging, gagging for more when he was done.

Their clothes were coming off quickly now, Adair knew it would not be long before the two males were naked, their hot skin pressed to one another just the way it should. He smiled as Andrew fumbled with his belt, he considered reaching a hand down to help him but the older male soon got the leather out of the buckle and was pushing his cargo pants down to his knees. Adair kicked them off his legs, sending them tumbling to the floor, laying there on top of Andrew in nothing but his navy blue boxer briefs.

It was only a matter of seconds before Adair was tugging roughly at the sides of Andrew’s slacks, easing them off his hips and pushing them down his legs, leaving them on the floor with the other crumbled mess of clothing. The man wore expensive black silk boxers that made Adair shiver when the luxurious material slid across his skin. He looked down at Andrew, his face only centimetres from Adair’s. He smiled at the older man’s words “Thank you, you’re….god damn perfect” he murmured his lips back on his jawline against kissing and nipping at the smooth skin there. “I’d like to think so…..” he whispered “I’m going to make you feel SO good” the words dripped off his tongue, you could almost taste the lust and want and need in his voice as he spoke.

The younger males reached down, letting his hand trail slowly over Andrew’s chest, fingernails dragging down over his skin, thumbnail just grazing the older males nipple slightly as he began to explore his body. Andrew’s torso was hard and muscular, a fine example of how a man should look. Toned arms, stomach. Pectorals and abdominal muscles stretched taught beneath his skin. Adair damn near almost groaned as he let his hand slide down over Andrew’s expensive underwear. He pressed the butt of his palm gently against Andrew’s growing erection, obvious between his toned thighs. His fingers tighten briefly around the older male’s dick then they’re gone. Adair moves quickly again, forward suddenly, crashing their mouths together in an almost painful manner that shoots straight do to his cock.

andrew-doyle:

Don’t look at me all innocently when you’re telling me you want me to beg you to fuck me…that just seems so wrong.

Now who’s being the assertive one huh?
I’ll look at you however I damn well please.
Quit standing there looking so god damn perfect and take your clothes off.
Slowly.
I’m gonna enjoy this.

andrew-doyle:

You think I would really beg you to do unspeakable things to me?

I doubt it. Sincerely.
I don’t need to beg you…but, if you like it so well, maybe I will?

I don’t know? You might….maybe I’ll get lucky huh?
You’re right though, you don’t have to beg me to do anything
I’d do it regardless….
But hearing you beg me to fuck you…..I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t want to hear those word escape your pretty lips.