coatls | [closed] oh, whatever you do, keep it with you

I know, I didn't mean any time soon, just -- [And then Ferran is untucking his shirt, making Riley blink, and then Ferran's shirts are thrown at him. He fumbles to catch the first one, and in the process of his fumbling, he accidentally catches the undershirt. He continues to stand there, blinking in confusion over how everything just went down, but then his eyes slide to the living room window, where the curtains are still open. He's only shirtless right now, but...]

What's -- Should I, uh, be closing the curtains? [It isn't like Ferran to lounge around only shirtless.]

Probably.

Unless you want to be the subject of gossip.

[Ferran has no issues in principle with people seeing him naked or having sex, but he does have a reputation to maintain. Everything has a time and a place. It's one thing to be put on display in cage in an S&M club he's visiting under a fake name, but it's something else entirely to have people who think he's a respectable gentleman who wears suits to work to suddenly have their image of him upended. Especially when he's gone to great pains to craft that neighborhood image of successful middle class American.]

[That... confirms that, then. Which means, the mood Ferran's in is... No wonder he said they could worry about dinner later.

That flush seems like it's here to stay.

Riley hastens to close the curtains, and Zetta leans one way, then the other on the couch to see the TV around him. Just from that alone, he thinks he can imagine why Ferran's mood is the way that it is.]

[While Riley closes the curtains, Ferran takes off his shoes and finishes stripping. He takes a small tube of lube and a condom out of one of the pockets before he tosses the clothes aside. He was never a boy scout, but he can appreciate the motto "Be Prepared."

Then he walks naked into the living room, right in front of Zetta, and drops to his hands and knees on the carpet.]

[It's still early yet, so Zetta isn't actually as engrossed as she'd been pretending. But even if she had been, this sure as hell would get her attention anyway.

She can't help but laugh.] You certainly didn't waste any time, did you?

Riley has to run errands later.

Besides, I know you'd never forgive me if I waited until the bottom of the ninth.

I'd hurt you, [she agrees pleasantly, reaching to run her hand through his hair.

Riley slowly sits down on the couch next to her, his warmth and solidness familiar... and piquing her interest. That snog at the store must have gotten her going more than she thought. Her eyes slide up to the clock. If she indulges Ferran (and herself) now... She'll certainly miss the opening, and maybe some of the first inning, but, hell, even if they take their time and she misses more of it...]

It's just running up and getting stuff for dinner. We were just talking about how it could wait. [Zetta's eyes flick to Riley's face next, following the smile in his voice and seeing it now on his face, tentative and embarrassed and shy but genuine and happy and loving.]

[Ferran leans his head into Zetta's touch. Yes, the game has only just started, nothing exciting yet, still he's feeling pleased with himself that he's successfully distracting her from it.]

It can definitely wait.

Riley, what are you doing up there? [Instead of where Ferran is.]

Up...? Where else should I be? You never told me what you wanted.

I want you down on the floor with me.

Zetta's not participating because the game is on. [Ferran flashes a wicked smirk at Zetta.]

[Zetta raises her eyebrow in response to his smirk, barely keeping back one of her own.

Riley, meanwhile, is discovering he was right. His blush is definitely becoming a permanent fixture for the evening.] I... Oh. Sure.

[He slides off the couch, settling onto his knees next to Ferran, reaching one hand to lightly brush down his back. God, but he really is beautiful.] You still need to tell me what you want me to do.

[Ferran twists so he can look at Riley.]

I want you to finger me, to start. We'll see where it goes from there.

[He holds out the lube to Riley.]

[A shiver runs down Riley's spine as he reaches out to accept the lube. He shifts around to a better position, further behind Ferran, and... can't resist leaning forward to kiss a shoulderblade.

And then startles, badly, when the teapot starts shrieking.]

Oh. I completely forgot -- [Zetta is laughing as he stumbles to his feet to run and take it off the heat.]

[Ferran rolls his eyes.]

Bloody hell...

[He mutters to himself. This is not following the choreography he had in mind.

And Riley still has the lube that Ferran handed to him, too.

That doesn't mean that Ferran has to just kneel here and wait, though. He sticks two fingers in his mouth and then reaches behind himself to circle his entrance.]

I'm not waiting for you. [He shouts at Riley.]

I -- Just a second! It's just gonna take --

[He can hear Zetta laughing at him. Riley quickly -- clumsily -- moves the teapot to a different burner. When he turns to come back, he sees what Ferran's doing, and his flush finally spreads to his face.]

I said it'd just be -- [When he goes to resume his position, he hits the floor a little too hard, and he winces. (Zetta is still laughing.)] Okay, okay. [He rests a hand on the small of Ferran's back.] You don't have to...

I wanted fingers up my arse and yours weren't available.

[But now that Riley's back, Ferran puts his hand back on the floor.]

I'm sorry. [He does mean it, and he doesn't notice Zetta grinning and rolling her eyes at him for it. But he's already a little embarrassed about meaning it, when he knows Ferran is being impatient or playing or both.

Still, he starts getting lube out onto his fingers. He wishes he didn't need both hands for this, because he feels like he's still making Ferran wait, and there's not much he can do to tide him over in the meantime. But soon enough, he's pressing his slicked fingers against Ferran's entrance, circling carefully before pushing in.]

[Ferran moans unnecessarily loud, for the benefit of his audience.]

[Even though he can tell it's for show, Riley's already-interested cock takes that as encouragement.

Zetta keeps snickering at him and the look on his face -- a mix of turned on and still confused. He'll either catch up soon, or give up on trying to catch up and just let himself be swept up by Ferran. Zetta would put her money down on that second one.]

I'd tell you you're trying too hard, gorgeous, [the game still hasn't really started yet, after all, it's all opening shit,] but I know that won't dissuade you any.

Good. Because you aren't the director of this performance anyway and the audience doesn't get to give stage directions.

[He arches his back and pushes his hips towards Riley's fingers.]

And you think that's going to dissuade me?

[Riley slowly massages his fingers in and out of Ferran, still blushing, still not entirely sure how exactly it ended up like this. He probably shouldn't be surprised, but it was just minutes ago, he was putting the water on for Ferran when he got home, and now...

... now, he's aching, and Zetta is looking perfectly leisurely, so there's no telling what's going to happen next or when.]

No, it just means I'm going to ignore your input.

[He's hardening rapidly under Riley's skilled fingers and moans again.]

[This seems like a good time for him to ask. Especially since he can tell what's left of his higher thinking is starting to slip away from him.]

What brought this on, anyway?

Do I need a reason?

[He smooths his fingers over the condom packet in his hand. Not yet.]

The truth is, the whole time we were out, I was thinking about you. Wanting this.

[It's a total lie; he spent most of the time out thinking very intently about clothes. But this is a moment for flattery.]

[Oh, no. Riley now feels his entire face heating up.]

I... I mean, no, you don't need a reason, but I just thought -- I thought you'd be... focusing on the shopping. Not...

[Riley would've thought he'd be used to it by now. Not Ferran's flirting, exactly, but... Living together like this, Ferran still wanting him, still coming home to them -- He knows it's possible that Ferran is exaggerating (bare minimum), but it's the idea of Ferran thinking about him all day... Yeah, he should definitely be used to it by now. But things have been going so well since they moved to Sanctuary Hills, he...

... he needs to stop letting himself get distracted and focus on doing better for him. Riley starts thrusting his fingers faster, crooking them slightly.]

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