It was easy for Saul to lose track of time as he worked, moments drawn out with the feeling of Theo's fingers squirming in him, Theo's strong cool wrist against his ass, Theo's dick deep in his mouth. The pressure of Theo's fingers made him think about more, and he let Theo's cock slide from his mouth, tongue out to taste it to the last inch, and breathed, "Put it in me."
"Saul…"
"I want to," he said. Then, with a touch of wry, hoarse humor: "C'mon, man, I can take it."
Theo hesitated, and Saul was pretty sure that this time it was less any personal worry and more just practical concerns. He was big enough that Saul would be feeling it later no matter how much preparation they'd done, and if either of them were careless it'd be pretty unpleasant.
"A condom…?" Theo asked, after a moment.
That was as much agreement as Saul needed. He sort of flopped over, rooting around in the already-open bedside drawer with trembling fingers and feeling around until he heard the crinkle of the wrapper, and then sat up, brandishing it in giddy triumph. "Got it. Will it fit—?"
"How vain do you think I am?" Theo asked wryly. "You could wrap one of those things around a watermelon."
Saul laughed and tried to dismiss that mental image. He opened the package carefully and pressed it to the head of Theo's cock, rolling it down as Theo let out a soft groan. "Okay?" Saul murmured.
"Yeah, perfect," Theo breathed. "What's the best… how will it be most comfortable for you?"
"I want to look up at you…" Saul said, and then made a face. "On my front's probably best." The angle would be easier that way, and they were both too worked up to do anything that wasn't easy. "We can… I can face you next time." When they were more used to each other, when sex in general felt less urgent and more like something they could spend longer and longer on, easing him into harder positions, letting Saul stretch around him inches at a time—
"Next time," Theo breathed, his eyes a little wide, and nodded a couple of times, strangely shy—and real damn cute.
Saul made a soft noise at that, half-laugh, half-groan, and rolled over, pillowing his cheek on his folded arms and lifting his hips, bracing himself on his knees and wiggling his ass a little at Theo. "Right, okay, next time, but this time is good too. I'm really into this time."
With a laugh, Theo took hold of Saul's hips. "Let me know if you want to stop," he murmured, "at any point—"
"Yeah," Saul said, and squirmed again. "I don't, though. Please," he added, not sure what he was asking for. Please give it to me. Please understand that I want you. Please let me love you.
Then he thought, huh.
But he didn't have time to think about that. The blunt, broad head of Theo's cock pressed against him and realized he was holding his breath. He made himself relax, arching his back, leaning into the movement as Theo slowly, carefully pressed in.
The ache was immediate but not unpleasant, the coldness of it almost contrarily hot-seeming. The thickness made Saul feel like Theo was filling him completely, as though the idea of moving or shifting or breathing without feeling Theo was completely impossible. Saul let out a whimpering cry of something more like relief than pain into the blankets and tilted his hips just a little left and right, as if it that would somehow help Theo slide in more easily.
Behind Saul, Theo groaned, the sound thick and intent with desire. His hand on Saul's hip was tight enough he thought Theo might be having to make an actual effort to restrain himself, that going this pace was actually taking a toll on him, but he was being so careful, like he always was. It seemed to take forever, inching himself in and Saul thought, deliriously, that he might come just from the feeling of being stretched to his limit.
And then Theo wasn't moving forward any more, just holding himself in place, drawing sharp, loud, shaky breaths behind him. Saul's fingers were knotted in the sheets, and he stared at them, at his white knuckles, and shifted back against Theo, just a little.
"Okay?" Theo asked, voice strained.
Saul's own voice seemed to come from far away. "Never better," he breathed. "You?"
"Oh," was all that Theo managed, breath catching. He trembled another long moment and then began to move.
Saul let out a cry that sounded strange even to his own ears, picking at the sheets with restless fingers, grabbing and releasing. It was almost too much, too deep, too full, like he could swallow and feel Theo at the back of his throat or something, like Theo could fill him entirely—as ridiculous as he knew the thought was, it was somehow appealing, as though he could pull Theo closer than he'd ever come to anyone before, hold him, protect him like that.
Saul's legs were trembling, thighs aching, his back arched too high. Theo kept a hand pressed to Saul's stomach, lifting him to hold him up even when it felt like Saul's legs couldn't anymore. Every time they rocked together, Saul could feel his own cock bob up against those broad, cool knuckles. The sensation had become almost incomprehensible. He thought he might cry just from the sheer overwhelming amount of physical information he was dealing with, orgasm still out of reach only because his body almost didn't seem to know how to handle it.
"You okay?" Theo asked again, slowing, seeming to have as much difficulty reading the sounds Saul was making as he did.
"Yes," Saul said, almost strangled, and shoved himself back on Theo's cock again. "Just… glad…?"
Theo let out a sob of pleasure, the sound loud and clear and wanting, and began to rock into Saul again. One hand was braced on the bed near Saul's head, gray fingers contrasted oddly against his pale cream sheets; the other had shifted out of its supportive position on Saul's stomach, roaming up and down his body, before finally drawing down to curl around his cock.
It was like flipping a switch—the strange over-intense sensation changed into pleasure like he was hit with it. "You, are you clo—?" Saul gasped, and then came.
It rocked through him in intense, shocking pulses, making him shake hard, cock twitching. He reached up to grab at his pillow, to find something he could dig his fingers into, and found Theo's hand by his head. Theo twisted to grip it firmly, holding on as he too made a choked, needy sound, rocking into Saul harder, deeper. He ran out of air to wail before the sensory overload finally let go of his lungs, his entire body, and then the only thing grounding him was Theo's hand in his.
Theo made a helpless, hungry sound, thrusting into him a few more times. All Saul could manage was to tilt his hips a little for him, shivering and enjoying the feeling still, sensitive to the point he was almost numb.
"C'mon," Saul breathed, "come," and whether it was coincidence or whether his saying it set Theo off, he didn't know, but Theo groaned and pressed in deep enough that Saul's feet curled in reaction, and came.
They stayed still for a few moments after Theo's trembling movements had finally slowed, the sound of them both panting for breath loud in the room. Finally, Theo shifted back slowly, carefully. Saul made a wincing noise of appreciation, not really able to manage much more, that Theo was taking care with how raw he felt as arousal faded.
Theo peeled off the condom, dropped it carefully into the garbage next to the bed, and then flopped down next to Saul, one heavy arm draping over him. With a shiver, Saul leaned back into him.
"Do you want to stay?" Saul murmured, half asleep already, exhausted, barely even able to remember, until the words were out of his mouth, that Theo didn't sleep. "I'd like it, if you—"
"Yes," Theo said, soft, his voice tired but warm, and tucked Saul back against himself tightly, getting as close as he could. "Please."
*~*~*
Early the next morning, Saul made an appointment to see Dr. Richardson—mainly by means of tugging on her receptionist's sleeve before he had a chance to get dressed for work, slurring at him, "Hey, pencil me in for an appointment and tell me when it is?" to which Theo laughed softly and agreed.
Saul was almost asleep by the time the front door shut. Distantly, he remembered having given Theo a spare key, sometime after he'd woken u
p again and bathed, watched late-night TV, and headed towards round two.
The actual appointment with Dr. Richardson was a few days away, unsurprisingly. Getting in to see a necromancer right away just wasn't going to happen, especially when his case was no longer even slightly urgent. He could already tell he was improving. The marks on his body were slowly starting to fade and his energy was better, though he was pretty sure that certain other things in his life might be contributing to the latter. Sure, he was sore and stiff, but he was damn sure that had nothing to do with the curse.
One way or another, life went on. He went to class the next day, then to work, and after work, he gave Jill a call. "Hey. This is Saul."
"Oh! Hey. What's the news?" That last a bit tentative, like she was bracing for the worst. He supposed he hadn't given her any reason to feel otherwise in their last few conversations.
He laughed, couldn't help it. "All good news," he told her. "The curse is broken. I'm out of that now and just wanted to give you a head's up. The necromancer had a tracker on it, so she should find out who did it. If it's your Jack, you might get a call at some point to give testimony about him."
"He's not my Jack," she said. Then, relenting, "That'd be one hell of a crazy ex story to tell, anyway. But I'm really glad for you. Maybe it sounds weird, since we only met the once, but I was pretty worried."
Saul sat up a little straighter, pleased and embarrassed all at once. "Not weird. I'm glad. Anyway, it should all be over now."
"Thank fuck," she said. "How did you break it?"
For a moment, his stomach tightened. He hadn't thought she'd ask that; she hadn't asked anything up until now. Nobody knew the details except Theo and the doctor, and neither of them would talk. He could make up pretty much anything and she wouldn't be the wiser.
But. Nah.
Fuck that.
"Had to fuck a zombie to break it," he found himself saying, casually. "Fortunately, I met a wonderful one. We're going out now. Maybe I should even thank the guy before he goes to jail, since I probably wouldn't have been open to it otherwise."
"Oh," she said in a weird tone. "Wow. Uh. Congrats on your new girlfriend?"
"Boyfriend, actually."
"Huh," she said, and he laughed.
FIN
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Meredith Katz started writing around the same time she started to walk, a 6 page ‘book’ called “The Baby Dragon” (spoilers, there was an egg, it hatched, and then there was a baby dragon). She hasn’t stopped since, and after many years of writing slash and femslash fanfiction, she is only too excited to share her original fiction. She lives in beautiful BC, Canada with her gorgeous wife, fellow author Aveline Reynard, and their adorably nerdy cat.
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