Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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hhanonRound 3 - Return of the Meme
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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.
FILL: The Warmest Act, FreezingWWISoldier!Mat/FreezingWWISoldier!Larry, NC-17 [2/3]
Date: 2011-12-13 11:46 pm (UTC)“…A very warm one?” He answers puzzledly, trailing his hand up to stroke Ernie’s cheek again.
“A warm one, yes, but a big one,” even as Ernie gulps, and sits up fully like he’s still trying to stay calm and think about things and vaguely panic all at the same time, “we would, and I’m sure that you know this, actually be having sex. And considering all the legal questions and the moral questions and the relationship questions that that step raises… Don’t you think that we should talk about it a bit first?”
He considers this.
…For about a second, “don’t really care about the legal questions, Ernie, they only complicate matters. There are a thousand laws and the only ones I care about are the sensible ones – the ones that stop people from causing others harm. And, quite frankly, I can’t see anybody being harmed by two consenting adults having a bit of fun.”
Ernie only stares at him, lightly starting to bite his lip as if still all mixed up.
Well, he’s perfectly happy to fix that, “also, if I’m going to be honest, don’t really care about the moral questions. You know I’m not religious, never really have been – and I know you try to be religious but I also know that if your local vicar meddles too much in your business you’ll tell him where to shove it. Besides, anything that has started so many wars or condoned so many stonings has no business in telling people that something harmless will condemn them to hell.”
Ernie just keeps staring, biting his lip as if now trying to hold back a smile.
“And finally,” one of those lovely smiles, even through the mud and the dirt and the obnoxious screeching of guns over their heads, “it’s a big step in our relationship, yes, but we’ve never discussed the other big steps over and over again. Not that first time I hugged you at Christmas, not that first time you kissed me a few months after that, not that time I brought you off when the lieutenant was off lecturing some idiots down the trench, not that time you sucked me off on my birthday… Not anything, really.”
Ernie is smiling, fully sat up and snuggled slightly into his side, “you are hopeless.”
“I am brilliant,” he corrects, and shifts his grip on the pot in the middle of the bed as Ernie simply laughs “…And there are only two questions that matter, really. Do you love and trust me?”
“…Yes,” Ernie beams, after a short pause – lifting his own hand until it’s resting warmly in his hair, “as much as you love and trust me?”
“More than anything,” he grins, and dares to lean in for a quick kiss that has Ernie happily snorting “…And, second question: do you actually want to try this?”
A short pause.
“Because, if you don’t, I can always sneak it back under the lieutenant’s nose and return here for a bit of sneaky cuddling…”
“No,” Ernie interrupts, firmly, and leans in for another kiss – one that has him smiling and chuckling and snuggling in all the closer “…No, as sweet as that offer is it’s fine. I’m willing to try it if you’re willing to try it.”
And he grins again.
“…And if it’ll warm me up.”
And he laughs - reaching to slide his fingers into that sticky, slippery pot as Ernie smiles ever so fondly and flips over to his front.
FILL: The Warmest Act, FreezingWWISoldier!Mat/FreezingWWISoldier!Larry, NC-17 [3/3]
Date: 2011-12-13 11:47 pm (UTC)“Harry,” Ernie grumbles, more to fill the brief silence than out of any actual worry (they know each other so well after all this time squashed together), “are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Of course I do!” He chirps brightly, finishing slicking himself up with one hand while bracing against the wall with the other (so he doesn’t fall over, because then they’d only start cackling, and nothing would get done).
“Are you absolutely-?”
“Yes!” He grins, brightly – examines dear Ernie spread out underneath him with slightly narrowed eyes “…Could you spread your legs a little, perhaps?”
Ernie does, with a low sigh but that’s really to be expected!
“Excellent!” And forgiven, easily – as he dips his fingers into the pot of oil and comes out with them slick, slowly slides one into Ernie’s entrance in a testing, careful sort of way “…Is that alright?”
Ernie is gasping.
“…Is that-?”
“Harry,” Ernie is gasping, gasping and arching and shaking so sweetly that he’s already rock hard at the sight of it, “unless you add another finger now I may actually throw you out into the snow as you are.”
…He beams, “that’s murder!”
“Justified murder.”
And he laughs… And slides another finger in, delighting in the gasp and arch and even the little whines pulled from between Ernie’s teeth as his fingers clench in the blankets.
“Harry!” Ernie cries, when he adds a third finger as gently as he can.
“Christ!” Ernie yells, when he twists all the fingers and gets an actual hiss and buck, “holy fucking Christ, Harry, now!”
“Are you-?” He asks hurriedly, already drawing back and bracing himself a little higher against the wall.
“Now!”
…And he does.
He slowly thrusts in, right into Ernie’s tight and whimpering heat, until he’s fully buried – trembling with pure sensation over Ernie’s back as the man pants and whimpers and desperately tries to catch his breath.
He digs his fingers into the wall, when Ernie’s hands start to clench in the blankets again, starts to move with a chorus of whimpers and whines and near incoherent curses urging him on from below, practically dragging him into that tight heat that makes his eyes fall shut and his mouth drop open and incoherent mumbles of his own start falling out.
It doesn’t take long with all of that, he will admit.
He comes first, drawn on by Ernie’s barely muffled cries beneath him, slumps over that warm back and has just enough time to return from a whole world of white and think of apologizing before…
Ernie is following after him, bucking up and swearing into his hastily provided hand and shuddering back down into the bed like any heaviness or crushing or risk of breaking bits of furniture is far from his first concern (or even his second concern, or his third – as he thinks in the happy post sex haze).
They pant together on the bed for a second, happily.
“…Hey, Ernie?” He asks, after a long moment of figuring out how exactly to work his tongue.
“Harry?”
“…Are you warm now?”
He receives only a laugh in reply. A happy, spluttering thing as Ernie pillows his head in his arms and the cold presumably sulks miserably outside.
Re: FILL: The Warmest Act, FreezingWWISoldier!Mat/FreezingWWISoldier!Larry, NC-17 [3/3]
Date: 2011-12-14 04:21 am (UTC)That was absolutely wonderful :D