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pitythetrumperFreddie was in bed with Prior. It wasn't entirely new, but it was still strange enough that he wasn't sleeping well. Either that or it was because his ribs were still bothering him. The concussion was gone, the bruises were fading, but the ribs still ached a little. Dr. Magnus had said two weeks and it was still another few days. Still, it was probably the fact that he was in bed with Prior. They hadn't done anything much, which was new for him, but it still felt...different. He hadn't been in bed with someone and just slept since Florence.
What he supposed had him wondering about their relationship was that it had been three weeks and they hadn't had sex. Prior was sick, sure, but why would that stop them?
He sighed and rolled closer to Prior, wrapping an arm around the man's waist. He yawned a little and closed his eyes. There would be no more late night wondering about their relationship. He was going to sleep.
He was just starting to drift off, letting the sounds of the wind howl and the rain falling on the roof lull him to sleep, when a loud cracking sound jerked him awake. He opened his eyes and started trying to tell himself that a tree branch had not just fallen into the hut.
Prior had felt strange at first, sharing a bed with Freddie, not least of what because it was still in his mind Scotty's bed. But he didn't like being alone, and somehow it simply seemed right to let Freddie hold him even if it were, for the time being, rather platonic, and in a fully dressed sort of way. Which was something Prior was not thinking too hard about.
He woke as well to the crack, and instinctively moved closer to Freddie. "What the fuck was that?"
And with Prior awake, it wasn't like Freddie could just deny the obvious. "The storm knocked down one of the tree branches. Which apparently has fallen into our hut." What he didn't say was the obvious. That under normal circumstance, a falling branch wasn't heavy enough to crush the ceiling of a hut. Or at least he didn't think it was.
"Into?" Prior's eyes darted around the room, and finally came to rest on the branch, and the hole in the ceiling above it. He could hear the wind howling outside. "Well fuck. Do you think... should we go somewhere else?"
"With weather like that, I'm not sure we can get any one of the other huts in Bohemia." If they could even make it that far. If the wind could smash a branch into the hut, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what else was getting thrown around.
"Great. So not only do I have a hole in my roof but we're stuck here and we could both get blown away by a storm anyway?" Prior pulled away from Freddie and sat up, running a hand through his hair.
"We're not going to get blown away," Freddie reassured. He moved closer to Prior and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Not unless more of the roof gets blown away." Okay, in retrospect, maybe he wasn't being as reassuring as he wanted to be.
"That's not very reassuring," Prior said, gaze settling uneasily on the ceiling. He put a hand on Freddie's arm, tucked neatly around his waist over his pajamas. Freddie had yet to see him without his clothes on, which was actually a good thing in his opinion. "Fuck, why do these things not come with basements?"
"With all of the rain, it's probably better not to have a basement." Freddie moved a little closer and tucked his chin on Prior's shoulder. "I promise to protect you from the scary rain." He hid the small grin by kissing Prior's neck.
Prior snorted. "The rain isn't the problem, honey. It's the scary-ass wind that blows things around. Like, you know, branches. And people."
"The scary-ass wind isn't going to pick up either of us." He kissed Prior's neck again. "Just try to relax, Sunshine."
Prior closed his eyes. "You doing that isn't exactly relaxation inducing," he murmured.
Freddie stroked his thumb along Prior's stomach and continued kissing his neck. "What is it inducing?" His goal was to relax, or at least to distract, Prior so that neither of them would continue to worry about the storm raging outside.
"Freddie..." He'd meant it to sound like a chastisement, but the very slight hint of a groan when Freddie's lips touched his neck again made it somewhat less effective. "We've talked about this..." And by 'talked' of course he meant 'not talked.'
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just kissing you." He switched to the other side of Prior's neck and added just the barest hint of teeth.
Prior's eyes stayed closed. "Yes I know, but when you kiss me... I really want you to do more than kiss me." Or kiss him all over, maybe. Feel the heat of his lips all over his body.
"So?" He moves his mouth up until he found a spot just under Prior's ear that he liked.
Prior made a small sound not unlike a whimper. Freddie had succeeded in distracting him from the storm at least. "Remember... when I told you to look it up?" He took a little breath. "Did you?"
He probably should have been sheepish, but he wasn't. "No."
Prior sighed and pulled away a little. This time he really did some chastising. "Freddie, don't you care?"
"About you? Yes. About how you're sick? I told you. It doesn't matter to me."
"Freddie..." Prior's voice was gentler now. "It's not about me, it's about you. If you decide it's worth the risk, that's one thing, but you should at least know the risks before you decide to be with me."
"Yes," Freddie said without hesitation, answering whether it was worth the risk. "Yes it is. There is nothing you can tell me that would change my mind."
Prior looked at him for a second, and then slid both hands onto either side of his face and kissed him. Part of him was thinking - dumb but sweet. Except he didn't really think Freddie was dumb. What he thought - what he hoped - was that he really did care about him that much.
There was something about the kiss, tame as it was, that had Freddie's heart racing. Maybe it was something about how sweet it was or something about what Prior might have seen in him to provoke that kiss. Either way, he was glad for the dark of night to hide his flushed skin.
After a few moments the kiss became decidedly less tame as Prior forgot himself entirely and deepened it, a little moan escaping into Freddie's mouth as well. They were in bed, wearing thin pajamas, and he suddenly felt like his skin was on fire. When he finally broke the kiss, he said breathlessly, "If I asked you now, would you promise? To look into it later? Just so you know?"
Freddie sighed. "If you're so worried about it, why don't you just tell me instead of making me promise to read up on it?"
That, of course, was a very good question. But Prior had never had to do that before, and honestly he wasn't sure where to start. There's poison running through my veins? We have to wrap ourselves in latex just so I don't poison you too? I'm going to die and if we're not careful you will too? Should he tell him how many times he'd been stuck in the clinic while he'd been here? How many of his friends he'd seen die horribly in New York? Should he tell him that his supply of AZT was nearly gone and he didn't know if there would be more?
He bit his lip, obviously indecisive, but then in the end took the coward's way out and just kissed him again.
Freddie wrapped his arms around Prior's waist and pulled him back onto the bed. The tree was all but forgotten and he wondered if he could make Prior forget about all of the other things that he was thinking about.
The kiss... it was a good kiss. Prior could actually feel himself starting to get hard. Which was something he hadn't done in a while, because honestly he didn't jerk off that much these days. He'd gotten out of the habit back in New York when he probably couldn't have gotten it up even if he wanted to.
When the kiss broke inevitably, for air, he said breathlessly, "I seriously thought I was going to be celibate for the rest of my life." Of course he'd thought that after Mark had left, too.
"Not a fucking chance," Freddie said, huffing a laugh. He slid a hand along Prior's back, sliding his hand under the shirt and up along bare skin. "I promise that eventually, you will be thoroughly debauched." He tucked his other arm behind his head and looked a little smug.
Prior tensed just slightly at Freddie's hand under his shirt - because it was just a reminder that Freddie was probably going to see him without his clothes on, soon. But he tried to cover it by leaning in to kiss him again, moving his body in a subtle way so that he pulled away. "I can debauch you first?" he asked innocently, and put a hand on Freddie's chest, pushing him back onto the bed.
There was something there that should have caught Freddie's attention, but he was distracted by Prior's push. "Not going to argue with that," he promised, even if he would argue later. After the debauching.
Prior paused only long enough to grab Freddie's shirt and pull it up over his head and off, then toss it to the ground behind him before pushing Freddie flat onto his back. "Very nice," he murmured, and slid his hands over his chest. He had a lot more meat on him that Roger - and fuck, no, he would not compare him to Roger.
Freddie snorted. "Not like you haven't seen it before, Sunshine."
Prior's hands stilled and his cheeks went slightly pink. Surely Freddie didn't want to think about Roger either. "Yes, well, not really."
"Of course, really. What are you..." Oh hell. Of course. Who he looked like. Or, like he preferred to assume, who looked like him. "Remember the morning we met?" he asked dryly.
Oh. Right. Prior cleared his throat. "Of course. But... the context was a little different then, right?" And then in a frantic attempt to cover his own blunder, he leaned down and kissed Freddie's chest, then flicked his tongue across one of his nipples. Distraction, distraction.
"You were still..." Freddie arched up a little and ran his fingers through Prior's hair. What had he been saying? It took him a minute to remember. Oh. Right. "You were still staring at me like you wanted to eat me."
"Was not," Prior argued, even as he moved his lips up to Freddie's neck and then dragged his tongue across his collarbone. "I was looking at you like I couldn't believe my ex had the fucking balls to crawl into my bed."
"After that." Freddie's lips curled up. He couldn't help but be just a little amused that Prior was arguing with him in the middle of making out. Maybe he'd picked someone who would actually work out.
"Actually I remember saying something along the lines of 'these lips are off limits.'" Prior then used said lips to kiss Freddie's chest again as he slid a hand down, down, down his stomach and then slid just underneath the waistband of his pants.
"Those dirty, dirty..." Freddie's voice hitched and got lower when Prior's hand slipped under his pants. "Dirty lips." He gave Prior's hair a little tug to pick his head up and ran his thumb along those lips. "Are they still off limits?"
"Not anymore, apparently," Prior laughed, and lightly bit the end of Freddie's thumb before sliding his hand farther down his pants. This was okay - it was safe. He could even give Freddie head without much risk; he knew for certain there were no cuts in his mouth as he checked every morning like a fucking ritual. He kissed Freddie's stomach again as his fingers found purchase around his cock.
Freddie sighed as he threaded a hand through Prior's hair. The problem with most men, himself included, was that they usually didn't have enough hair to grip properly. "Good. I would hate to think that I wouldn't be able to kiss you anymore."
Prior lifted his head and smirked. "Oh, is that what you're thinking about right now? With respect to what my lips can do?" With his free hand he pushed Freddie's pants down over his hips and pulled out his cock. Which he absolutely refused to think about in comparison to Roger in the least.
Freddie laughed hoarsely and tugged gently at Prior's hair. "Don't get too cheeky down there, Sunshine. It's your turn next and if you're mean, it'll only give me reason to torment you in return." But of course, he was definitely not going to complain about the direction Prior's lips were going. No, he wasn't complaining one bit.
In Prior's mind, whether he was next or not was still up for debate, given the conversation they still hadn't had, but he'd cross that bridge when they got to it. For now... well, there were some things he wasn't insecure about. And his ability to give head was one of them. He was a real gay man, damnit, and his lips and throat had been honed in the best bathrooms and bedrooms of New York. Without a word, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue up the length of Freddie's cock, and then without pause wrapped his lips around it.
Freddie's head thumped back and his fingers twisted slightly in Prior's hair. The part of his brain that wasn't focused on the first sex he'd had in the last month was wondering just why this was the first sex he'd had in a month, but mostly he was just marveling at how hot Prior's mouth seemed.
It had been longer than a month for Prior - it had been since Scotty disappeared. Though he'd certainly gone longer than that in the past. But fuck it felt good to move his mouth over Freddie's cock, working his lips and tongue with every ounce of skill he could muster. He just wanted to see Freddie fall to pieces and know it was because of him.
"Fuck, Prior." He couldn't even think of the last time he'd done this with a guy. He'd fucked Guy and it'd only been that one time in the shower. Now Prior was attempting to suck out pieces of Freddie's intelligence out and he couldn't say that he minded a little. He rolled his hips experimentally, prelude to a thrust, to see what Prior's reaction would be.
Prior didn't mind the thrust at all, and took Freddie even deeper into his throat to prove it. Like any good gay boy he'd trained himself out of a gag reflex long ago. Vaguely he could hear wind howling and thought the whole blown away thing was one hell of a pun.
With a reaction like that, Freddie couldn't help but move his hips. Things like the wind and the storm and anything that wasn't Prior or his mouth didn't even rate on his attention. Instead, he twisted his hand in Prior's hair and wished this could somehow last longer. He wanted to savor it.
Prior was happy for this to go on as long as Freddie liked, though he had no intention of making it easy for him. Instead, he sucked harder and lifted his gaze to see if he could meet Freddie's eyes.
Freddie did want to savor it, but with Prior looking like that and sucking, there was no way he was going to last. It took him a while after coming down to think, but when he managed it, he grabbed at Prior and pulled him closer.
By that time Prior had pulled away, licked his lips, and had a few seconds to realize just how very much he'd missed this. He may have looked just a little pleased with himself when Freddie pulled him up to him. "I really feel like I would be missing an opportunity if I didn't make a joke about getting blown away," he said.
That got Freddie to laugh and he twisted a hand in Prior's hair again and gave him a very thorough kiss. "Your turn?" he suggested, nipping gently at Prior's lip.
Oh god didn't Prior wish. He tentatively pulled away and said, "Maybe it's best we work our way up to that. You want something to look forward to, right?"
"You're not interested?" Freddie didn't believe that for a minute. He reached forward and pressed a hand firmly to the front of Prior's pants.
Prior made a small sound, a sort of half-groan. "No... no, it's not that. You know it's not that. But we really should have that... conversation first, and it will probably just spoil the mood anyway."
"Then why spoil the mood first?" Freddie asked. He could have, probably should have, taken his hand away, but he didn't. Instead, he started moving it slowly up and down.
Prior let out a soft sigh at that, despite his misgivings. How long had it been since he'd been touched like this? He was, as Belize had often pointed out, generally slow to rise, but right now he was rising indeed. He licked his lips and then said softly, "Let me see your hand."
Freddie had no idea why Prior wanted to see his hand, but he offered it willingly enough. The scrapes he'd gotten from the bomb were healed and it was mostly just the lingering ache of his ribs that bothered him occasionally and he was told that would be going away in the next few days.
Prior turned Freddie's hand over, examining it. Checking for cuts, the same he did with his own every morning, hardly even thinking about it now. And with Freddie, and all the fights he kept getting into...
But Prior didn't see anything, only freshly healed skin. He brought Freddie's palm to his lips and then said softly, "Okay then."
"What do you want?" Felix asked, having a very sneaking suspicion that Prior was about to say 'your hand'.
Prior chuckled and kissed Freddie's fingertips. "I want you to kiss me," he said. "Long and deep. I want to tangle our bodies together. And if you feel inspired to wrap those beautiful chess-playing fingers around my cock while you do it, then I won't complain."
Won't complain. Freddie snorted and leaned in. "This isn't over," he warned before capturing Prior's mouth in a bruising kiss. No, he would do what Prior wanted for now, but the idea of him fucking Prior or sucking or any number of combinations he could think of, that would definitely be coming back later.
No, it wasn't over. But Prior had been completely serious when he said it was probably a mood killer. And speaking of mood killers he was kind of hoping that they could get through this as well without Freddie deciding that it was time for Prior's shirt to come off. He just wanted to kiss him and not worry.
For his part, Freddie was going to wait. His primary concern was getting Prior off - which he started by wrapping a hand around his cock - and anything after that would come later. Because he was pretty sure that pretty soon he was going to be calling Prior a moron and kissing him silly.
Prior moaned and wrapped his arms limply around Freddie's neck. Fuck yes, it felt good. It had been months, no one had touched him since Scotty disappeared. He just wanted to wrap himself around Freddie's body and revel in the touch.
Freddie chuckled and bit softly at a spot under Prior's ear. "Told you that you weren't gonna be celibate," he said, nipping at the skin again as he moved his wrist a little faster. "Maybe this storm's a blessing in disguise. I get to debauch you with absolutely no interruptions." It also meant that there was plenty of time for conversations, but he tried not to think about that too much.
"Oh god," Prior groaned, rolling his hips in encouragement and then turning his head to catch Freddie's mouth in another kiss. Storm? What storm?
Freddie sucked on Prior's tongue and twisted his hand a little. He was getting ideas of just what he could do to Prior "Not God," he murmured. "Just me."
Prior groaned at that kiss and heard an almost involuntary gasp from his own lips into Freddie's mouth - "More." He didn't have a lot of control in the moment, which was precisely why he'd thought it best to not do this before certain conversations. It was just how he was, and maybe one of the reasons he and Louis had complemented each other sexually to some degree - Louis was very controlled, methodical. He liked to very carefully and deliberately make Prior fall apart, and it wasn't exactly hard to do. He also had an incredibly filthy mouth that came out with the same kind of precision.
But Prior wouldn't let him do more, or at least that had been the implicit statement behind Prior telling him to use his hand. He bit down on Prior's lip and snarled softly. He didn't like having limitations on what he could or could not do. "I could always do less," he suggested. He pulled back a little and got his free hand under Prior's shirt, dragging his nails ever so gently along bare skin. "I could make you beg instead of demand."
Prior managed not to tense at Freddie's hand under his shirt. "Please don't stop," he whispered, and tried to kiss him again.
Freddie made a negative sound into Prior's mouth. He wasn't going to stop. In fact, he moved his hand a little faster. He wanted to draw out more moans and sounds from Prior. Wanted to know what he sounded like.
He got his wish, because Prior lost all resolve he had to be restrained and began to pant and groan as Freddie's hand began to pull that tight coil of pleasure into his body. "Freddie," he gasped when the kiss broke for a moment. "Oh god, Freddie - " He was so close, he could feel it beginning to move through his body.
"I want to see you come," he murmured. He pulled back enough that he could do just that.
Prior met Freddie's eyes just as the pleasure burst through him. His eyes went slightly wide and his mouth opened slightly in a wordless gasp as he spilled hot and sticky over Freddie's hand.
Freddie smiled and there was just a little that was smug about it. "Much better isn't it?" he asked as he started to bring his mouth up to have a little taste.
It probably spoke volumes for Prior's diligence that even in the afterglow of the best orgasm he'd had in months, he managed to grab Freddie's wrist and stop him just before his fingers got to his mouth. "Don't." The chances of contracting HIV through ingesting fluids was small but not absent, and with all the fights Freddie got into Prior wasn't convinced that his insides weren't completely free of the sort of injury that might lead from the intestinal wall to the bloodstream.
And even before Freddie could react, he reached over and picked up a towel from the side of his bed and very, very carefully wiped his hands.
Freddie stared at him and sighed. "Is there anything I'm allowed to do?"
Prior set his mouth into a thin line as he pulled away from Freddie so that he could put the towel in the bin by the bed. Then he looked back and, knowing that he probably clearly looked upset, said, "Without covering everything that leaks in latex? No. Sorry, that's just what sex with me entails. I tried to fucking tell you I'm a bad idea."
"Would you..." Freddie sighed and grabbed Prior, yanking him back. "Then that's what we do. I could say that I'm a fucking bad idea, but I'm pretty sure you've already said it."
Prior allowed Freddie to pull him back, but instead of curling back into him, held back a little and found himself blurting, "Louis left me when I got sick. We were together for four years, and after the first time he had to call 911 because he found me in a puddle of blood and shit, he left me. Moved out while I was in the hospital. I went to seven funerals the year before that. Here on the island I watched one of Roger's friends die from AIDS. Please, Freddie, I need you to at least... just acknowledge that it's real."
"Sunshine…" Freddie sighed. "This Louis of yours is a bigger bastard than I am and I didn't think that was possible." He was willing to bet that even Sergievsky would give him that one, like he said that Patrick was worse than Sergievsky. "I've been around a lot of shit over the years, metaphorical and literal. I'm not going to go running away. Do I want to know the gritty details? No, but that doesn't mean that I don't believe they're there or that they're going to make me run."
"Oh, honey." Prior's expression softened. "It isn't that I think you'll leave. It's that I just want you to understand how serious it is because that's why I'm so careful - because I won't let myself hurt you. You might not be worried, but I am. So - " He sighed. "Learn to love the taste of latex, okay?"
"How about this?" Freddie turned Prior a little and kissed his soundly. If there were only a few places he was going to be able to taste for real, he was going to exploit those places thoroughly.
Prior made a little sound of pleasure into the kiss, a soft little sigh as he draped his arms around Freddie's neck and kissed him back. He really wanted to believe that Freddie was just a saint and not naive. But he'd be careful for both of them, just in case.
***
Freddie yawned a little and rolled closer to the warmth at his side. It wasn't supposed to be cold on a tropical island, but he could still hear and he was pretty sure he could still feel the rain and wind buffeting them. The storm was still going strong and he was pretty sure he was going to be staying here for quite some time. He kept his eyes closed, though, and ran his hand over Prior's stomach. Eventually, he slipped his hand under Prior's shirt and made a low, pleased sound when his hand met warm skin. That was what he needed.
Prior woke to that feeling of warmth against his skin and instinctively nuzzled closer. It was only when he felt a draft of cool air against his feet, which had peeked out from under the blankets, that he remembered where he was, who he was with, and why they were there. Trapped in his hut with Freddie, waiting out the storm. Well, there were worse places he could be, certainly.
"God, how long can this go on," he muttered.
"You really don't want to know. Pray that it's a small storm and doesn't take days." Freddi's eyes stayed shut, but his hands kept creeping up the skin underneath Prior's shirt.
Prior shut his eyes as well, content to tune out everything else but the feeling of Freddie's hands on him - that is, until he let out a hiss of pain when Freddie's fingers brushed against one of the lesions on his chest.
Freddie went still when he heard the hiss. He opened his eyes, pushed up, and looked down at Prior. "All right, Sunshine. Off."
Prior swallowed. "Freddie..." But then he just sighed and reluctantly pulled off his shirt. The worst of the lesions was the one Freddie had just touched, perhaps two inches wide, a few inches above his navel. There were two or three more dotting his chest up higher, and places elsewhere where it was clear there had been others that had healed. "K.S.," he said softly. "The wine dark kiss of the angel of death."
"And this is why we take out clothes off during sex," Freddie said under his breath, not thinking about how Prior might have taken the statement. "For those of us who don't speak in metaphors, what does it mean?" He trailed his fingers around the marks gently.
"More like why I like to leave them on," Prior muttered. Not to mention how thin he seemed these days, especially after Scotty had left. He tense a little when Freddie touched him, but said, "Kaposi's sarcoma. Technically it's a kind of cancer, but it doesn't tend to be fatal, just... unpleasant. It's one of the first signs of AIDS, usually. It's how I knew, anyway. They tend to come and go now, sometimes worse than others." He managed to resist the urge to add 'I told you to look it up.'
"And painful," Freddie pointed out. Which meant he couldn't touch them, but he could touch the skin around them. He looked up and almost couldn't help the smile at the quasi-annoyed look on Prior's face. "Anything else you haven't told me?"
Prior still looked kind of grumpy. "I have a vitamin deficiency that means I have to eat liver or else I start puking and having seizures."
Freddie moved down and began tugging off Prior's pants. He might have been sulking now, but Freddie was going to wipe the expression of his face soon enough. "And that's it?"
"The cane's because I have some myalgia in my right leg. Sometimes it hurts at night." He hesitated, as it was on the tip of his tongue to tell Freddie that he only had a very limited supply of AZT left. But he bit it back. "And if I got the flu I'd probably die," he said instead. "And strangely enough the common reaction to this information is usually not to take my pants off."
"When I have been anything resembling common?" Freddie answered with an arched eyebrow. "Now that you're done hiding, I hope, I want to see you naked." He stopped and looked up. Unless you have a problem with that." It was a challenge.
"Well," said Prior, with a note of amusement despite the previous grumpiness, "at least you're consistent." He wiggled out of his pants and added, "It's just, you know how I like to show my best side, and this isn't it."
"No? Well, I promise you," Freddie said once the pants were off, "the view from here is pretty damn good."
A smile twitched at Prior's lips and he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at Freddie. "Not so bad from here either. If I'm losing my clothes does that mean you're losing yours?"
"Going to help me or am I going to have to do it all by my lonesome?"
Freddie seemed so completely at ease that it made Prior relax a lot as well, and he wasn't even all that self conscious as he slid his body up and tugged at Freddie's shirt.
"If you want it off," Freddie said, lips quirking in an amused grin, "then you're going to have to take it off. Here, I'll make it easy for you." He lifted his arms.
Prior's smile widened as he pulled Freddie's shirt up and over his head, then tossed it over his shoulder. He draped his arms back around Freddie's neck then, and bent his head to kiss his neck. "You do know that you're too good to be true, right?"
Freddie laughed. "Tell me that again when you have to come pick me up from the jail." Although come to think of it, that experience had ended much better than it had begun.
"Oh yes, well there is that." Prior dragged his tongue up to Freddie's ear. "I stand corrected. You are deeply flawed but still sexy."
Freddie barked out a laugh and tugged at Prior's hair. "Glad to know I have at least one redeeming quality."
"Redeeming... mmmmmm yes, you'd be surprised how much redemption sexiness can provide you." Prior slid a hand down Freddie's chest, fingers skidding lightly over the contours. "And you're very good at wielding it, particularly given how much I was resigned to not doing this with anyone else."
"I can be very persuasive with the people I like." He nibbled softly along Prior's jaw and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of the hands on his body. "And I've liked you since the morning you tried to kick me out of your bed."
"I only tried to kick you out because I thought you were Roger," Prior murmured, and slid a hand down, down, under the waistband of Freddie's pants, until his fingers curled around his cock.
Freddie groaned and spread his legs a little. "I sure as hell hope you don't think I'm Roger now. I may have to be jealous." Especially when he he'd had to keep dealing with people who thought he was the man until they met him.
"No, I don't think you're Roger." Prior kissed him again, as if to prove it, still stroking. And then he turned his head and murmured, "I... think I still have some condoms around here somewhere."
"Is Prior Walter actually suggesting I fuck him?" Freddie's lips curled up and he tugged Prior's hand away from him. He put his hands on Prior's hips and pushed him back down to the bed, straddling him once he was back down.
Prior swallowed hard, suddenly looking a little nervous. "Yes," he finally said. "Please." And then added as he slid his hands up to Freddie's hips. "I really do have some condoms in the bedside table I think."
"Then I suppose we'd better get one, don't you think?" Freddie shifted his hips a little to feel the slide of Prior's hands against skin. "I think," he said carefully, "that we'd better get on that. Soon."
"Right." Prior managed to disentangle himself from Freddie long enough to reach over to the table, pulling the drawer open and then groping for a condom, which he finally plucked out between two fingers. Then he fell back onto his back and held it up for Freddie.
"You'd better be pulling more from that drawer than just a condom," Freddie murmured. "Because I'm not going to hurt you just to get what I want." There had to be lube on the island somewhere, didn't there? Guys seemed to be having sex left and right here.
Prior laughed, and held out his other hand, which held a small bottle of oil. That, at least, had gotten a small amount of use during his dry spell. "Please don't," he said, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. "It's... been a while."
"I might be an asshole, but I'm not that kind of an ass." Freddie took the bottle and sat back. He watched Prior for a minute and then smiled. "Turn around."
Prior looked at him for a moment, smiled a little shyly, and then turned over onto his stomach, settling his head on his arms. "I don't think you're an asshole."
"You say that now," Freddie said as he slicked his fingers. "But I'm pretty sure that you'll change your tune after I get into another fight with Sergievsky." Before Prior could reply, Freddie smoothly pushed one finger in. Better to have him moan than argue back.
"Oh - oh." Prior gasped out, his fingers digging into the mattress. He bit his lip and then added, his voice a little raspy, "More, Freddie, please..."
"And just how will you get back at me if you do get frustrated with me, I wonder," Freddie said as he pushed a second finger inside and twisted. He was going to like seeing Prior like this.
What he supposed had him wondering about their relationship was that it had been three weeks and they hadn't had sex. Prior was sick, sure, but why would that stop them?
He sighed and rolled closer to Prior, wrapping an arm around the man's waist. He yawned a little and closed his eyes. There would be no more late night wondering about their relationship. He was going to sleep.
He was just starting to drift off, letting the sounds of the wind howl and the rain falling on the roof lull him to sleep, when a loud cracking sound jerked him awake. He opened his eyes and started trying to tell himself that a tree branch had not just fallen into the hut.
Prior had felt strange at first, sharing a bed with Freddie, not least of what because it was still in his mind Scotty's bed. But he didn't like being alone, and somehow it simply seemed right to let Freddie hold him even if it were, for the time being, rather platonic, and in a fully dressed sort of way. Which was something Prior was not thinking too hard about.
He woke as well to the crack, and instinctively moved closer to Freddie. "What the fuck was that?"
And with Prior awake, it wasn't like Freddie could just deny the obvious. "The storm knocked down one of the tree branches. Which apparently has fallen into our hut." What he didn't say was the obvious. That under normal circumstance, a falling branch wasn't heavy enough to crush the ceiling of a hut. Or at least he didn't think it was.
"Into?" Prior's eyes darted around the room, and finally came to rest on the branch, and the hole in the ceiling above it. He could hear the wind howling outside. "Well fuck. Do you think... should we go somewhere else?"
"With weather like that, I'm not sure we can get any one of the other huts in Bohemia." If they could even make it that far. If the wind could smash a branch into the hut, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what else was getting thrown around.
"Great. So not only do I have a hole in my roof but we're stuck here and we could both get blown away by a storm anyway?" Prior pulled away from Freddie and sat up, running a hand through his hair.
"We're not going to get blown away," Freddie reassured. He moved closer to Prior and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Not unless more of the roof gets blown away." Okay, in retrospect, maybe he wasn't being as reassuring as he wanted to be.
"That's not very reassuring," Prior said, gaze settling uneasily on the ceiling. He put a hand on Freddie's arm, tucked neatly around his waist over his pajamas. Freddie had yet to see him without his clothes on, which was actually a good thing in his opinion. "Fuck, why do these things not come with basements?"
"With all of the rain, it's probably better not to have a basement." Freddie moved a little closer and tucked his chin on Prior's shoulder. "I promise to protect you from the scary rain." He hid the small grin by kissing Prior's neck.
Prior snorted. "The rain isn't the problem, honey. It's the scary-ass wind that blows things around. Like, you know, branches. And people."
"The scary-ass wind isn't going to pick up either of us." He kissed Prior's neck again. "Just try to relax, Sunshine."
Prior closed his eyes. "You doing that isn't exactly relaxation inducing," he murmured.
Freddie stroked his thumb along Prior's stomach and continued kissing his neck. "What is it inducing?" His goal was to relax, or at least to distract, Prior so that neither of them would continue to worry about the storm raging outside.
"Freddie..." He'd meant it to sound like a chastisement, but the very slight hint of a groan when Freddie's lips touched his neck again made it somewhat less effective. "We've talked about this..." And by 'talked' of course he meant 'not talked.'
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just kissing you." He switched to the other side of Prior's neck and added just the barest hint of teeth.
Prior's eyes stayed closed. "Yes I know, but when you kiss me... I really want you to do more than kiss me." Or kiss him all over, maybe. Feel the heat of his lips all over his body.
"So?" He moves his mouth up until he found a spot just under Prior's ear that he liked.
Prior made a small sound not unlike a whimper. Freddie had succeeded in distracting him from the storm at least. "Remember... when I told you to look it up?" He took a little breath. "Did you?"
He probably should have been sheepish, but he wasn't. "No."
Prior sighed and pulled away a little. This time he really did some chastising. "Freddie, don't you care?"
"About you? Yes. About how you're sick? I told you. It doesn't matter to me."
"Freddie..." Prior's voice was gentler now. "It's not about me, it's about you. If you decide it's worth the risk, that's one thing, but you should at least know the risks before you decide to be with me."
"Yes," Freddie said without hesitation, answering whether it was worth the risk. "Yes it is. There is nothing you can tell me that would change my mind."
Prior looked at him for a second, and then slid both hands onto either side of his face and kissed him. Part of him was thinking - dumb but sweet. Except he didn't really think Freddie was dumb. What he thought - what he hoped - was that he really did care about him that much.
There was something about the kiss, tame as it was, that had Freddie's heart racing. Maybe it was something about how sweet it was or something about what Prior might have seen in him to provoke that kiss. Either way, he was glad for the dark of night to hide his flushed skin.
After a few moments the kiss became decidedly less tame as Prior forgot himself entirely and deepened it, a little moan escaping into Freddie's mouth as well. They were in bed, wearing thin pajamas, and he suddenly felt like his skin was on fire. When he finally broke the kiss, he said breathlessly, "If I asked you now, would you promise? To look into it later? Just so you know?"
Freddie sighed. "If you're so worried about it, why don't you just tell me instead of making me promise to read up on it?"
That, of course, was a very good question. But Prior had never had to do that before, and honestly he wasn't sure where to start. There's poison running through my veins? We have to wrap ourselves in latex just so I don't poison you too? I'm going to die and if we're not careful you will too? Should he tell him how many times he'd been stuck in the clinic while he'd been here? How many of his friends he'd seen die horribly in New York? Should he tell him that his supply of AZT was nearly gone and he didn't know if there would be more?
He bit his lip, obviously indecisive, but then in the end took the coward's way out and just kissed him again.
Freddie wrapped his arms around Prior's waist and pulled him back onto the bed. The tree was all but forgotten and he wondered if he could make Prior forget about all of the other things that he was thinking about.
The kiss... it was a good kiss. Prior could actually feel himself starting to get hard. Which was something he hadn't done in a while, because honestly he didn't jerk off that much these days. He'd gotten out of the habit back in New York when he probably couldn't have gotten it up even if he wanted to.
When the kiss broke inevitably, for air, he said breathlessly, "I seriously thought I was going to be celibate for the rest of my life." Of course he'd thought that after Mark had left, too.
"Not a fucking chance," Freddie said, huffing a laugh. He slid a hand along Prior's back, sliding his hand under the shirt and up along bare skin. "I promise that eventually, you will be thoroughly debauched." He tucked his other arm behind his head and looked a little smug.
Prior tensed just slightly at Freddie's hand under his shirt - because it was just a reminder that Freddie was probably going to see him without his clothes on, soon. But he tried to cover it by leaning in to kiss him again, moving his body in a subtle way so that he pulled away. "I can debauch you first?" he asked innocently, and put a hand on Freddie's chest, pushing him back onto the bed.
There was something there that should have caught Freddie's attention, but he was distracted by Prior's push. "Not going to argue with that," he promised, even if he would argue later. After the debauching.
Prior paused only long enough to grab Freddie's shirt and pull it up over his head and off, then toss it to the ground behind him before pushing Freddie flat onto his back. "Very nice," he murmured, and slid his hands over his chest. He had a lot more meat on him that Roger - and fuck, no, he would not compare him to Roger.
Freddie snorted. "Not like you haven't seen it before, Sunshine."
Prior's hands stilled and his cheeks went slightly pink. Surely Freddie didn't want to think about Roger either. "Yes, well, not really."
"Of course, really. What are you..." Oh hell. Of course. Who he looked like. Or, like he preferred to assume, who looked like him. "Remember the morning we met?" he asked dryly.
Oh. Right. Prior cleared his throat. "Of course. But... the context was a little different then, right?" And then in a frantic attempt to cover his own blunder, he leaned down and kissed Freddie's chest, then flicked his tongue across one of his nipples. Distraction, distraction.
"You were still..." Freddie arched up a little and ran his fingers through Prior's hair. What had he been saying? It took him a minute to remember. Oh. Right. "You were still staring at me like you wanted to eat me."
"Was not," Prior argued, even as he moved his lips up to Freddie's neck and then dragged his tongue across his collarbone. "I was looking at you like I couldn't believe my ex had the fucking balls to crawl into my bed."
"After that." Freddie's lips curled up. He couldn't help but be just a little amused that Prior was arguing with him in the middle of making out. Maybe he'd picked someone who would actually work out.
"Actually I remember saying something along the lines of 'these lips are off limits.'" Prior then used said lips to kiss Freddie's chest again as he slid a hand down, down, down his stomach and then slid just underneath the waistband of his pants.
"Those dirty, dirty..." Freddie's voice hitched and got lower when Prior's hand slipped under his pants. "Dirty lips." He gave Prior's hair a little tug to pick his head up and ran his thumb along those lips. "Are they still off limits?"
"Not anymore, apparently," Prior laughed, and lightly bit the end of Freddie's thumb before sliding his hand farther down his pants. This was okay - it was safe. He could even give Freddie head without much risk; he knew for certain there were no cuts in his mouth as he checked every morning like a fucking ritual. He kissed Freddie's stomach again as his fingers found purchase around his cock.
Freddie sighed as he threaded a hand through Prior's hair. The problem with most men, himself included, was that they usually didn't have enough hair to grip properly. "Good. I would hate to think that I wouldn't be able to kiss you anymore."
Prior lifted his head and smirked. "Oh, is that what you're thinking about right now? With respect to what my lips can do?" With his free hand he pushed Freddie's pants down over his hips and pulled out his cock. Which he absolutely refused to think about in comparison to Roger in the least.
Freddie laughed hoarsely and tugged gently at Prior's hair. "Don't get too cheeky down there, Sunshine. It's your turn next and if you're mean, it'll only give me reason to torment you in return." But of course, he was definitely not going to complain about the direction Prior's lips were going. No, he wasn't complaining one bit.
In Prior's mind, whether he was next or not was still up for debate, given the conversation they still hadn't had, but he'd cross that bridge when they got to it. For now... well, there were some things he wasn't insecure about. And his ability to give head was one of them. He was a real gay man, damnit, and his lips and throat had been honed in the best bathrooms and bedrooms of New York. Without a word, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue up the length of Freddie's cock, and then without pause wrapped his lips around it.
Freddie's head thumped back and his fingers twisted slightly in Prior's hair. The part of his brain that wasn't focused on the first sex he'd had in the last month was wondering just why this was the first sex he'd had in a month, but mostly he was just marveling at how hot Prior's mouth seemed.
It had been longer than a month for Prior - it had been since Scotty disappeared. Though he'd certainly gone longer than that in the past. But fuck it felt good to move his mouth over Freddie's cock, working his lips and tongue with every ounce of skill he could muster. He just wanted to see Freddie fall to pieces and know it was because of him.
"Fuck, Prior." He couldn't even think of the last time he'd done this with a guy. He'd fucked Guy and it'd only been that one time in the shower. Now Prior was attempting to suck out pieces of Freddie's intelligence out and he couldn't say that he minded a little. He rolled his hips experimentally, prelude to a thrust, to see what Prior's reaction would be.
Prior didn't mind the thrust at all, and took Freddie even deeper into his throat to prove it. Like any good gay boy he'd trained himself out of a gag reflex long ago. Vaguely he could hear wind howling and thought the whole blown away thing was one hell of a pun.
With a reaction like that, Freddie couldn't help but move his hips. Things like the wind and the storm and anything that wasn't Prior or his mouth didn't even rate on his attention. Instead, he twisted his hand in Prior's hair and wished this could somehow last longer. He wanted to savor it.
Prior was happy for this to go on as long as Freddie liked, though he had no intention of making it easy for him. Instead, he sucked harder and lifted his gaze to see if he could meet Freddie's eyes.
Freddie did want to savor it, but with Prior looking like that and sucking, there was no way he was going to last. It took him a while after coming down to think, but when he managed it, he grabbed at Prior and pulled him closer.
By that time Prior had pulled away, licked his lips, and had a few seconds to realize just how very much he'd missed this. He may have looked just a little pleased with himself when Freddie pulled him up to him. "I really feel like I would be missing an opportunity if I didn't make a joke about getting blown away," he said.
That got Freddie to laugh and he twisted a hand in Prior's hair again and gave him a very thorough kiss. "Your turn?" he suggested, nipping gently at Prior's lip.
Oh god didn't Prior wish. He tentatively pulled away and said, "Maybe it's best we work our way up to that. You want something to look forward to, right?"
"You're not interested?" Freddie didn't believe that for a minute. He reached forward and pressed a hand firmly to the front of Prior's pants.
Prior made a small sound, a sort of half-groan. "No... no, it's not that. You know it's not that. But we really should have that... conversation first, and it will probably just spoil the mood anyway."
"Then why spoil the mood first?" Freddie asked. He could have, probably should have, taken his hand away, but he didn't. Instead, he started moving it slowly up and down.
Prior let out a soft sigh at that, despite his misgivings. How long had it been since he'd been touched like this? He was, as Belize had often pointed out, generally slow to rise, but right now he was rising indeed. He licked his lips and then said softly, "Let me see your hand."
Freddie had no idea why Prior wanted to see his hand, but he offered it willingly enough. The scrapes he'd gotten from the bomb were healed and it was mostly just the lingering ache of his ribs that bothered him occasionally and he was told that would be going away in the next few days.
Prior turned Freddie's hand over, examining it. Checking for cuts, the same he did with his own every morning, hardly even thinking about it now. And with Freddie, and all the fights he kept getting into...
But Prior didn't see anything, only freshly healed skin. He brought Freddie's palm to his lips and then said softly, "Okay then."
"What do you want?" Felix asked, having a very sneaking suspicion that Prior was about to say 'your hand'.
Prior chuckled and kissed Freddie's fingertips. "I want you to kiss me," he said. "Long and deep. I want to tangle our bodies together. And if you feel inspired to wrap those beautiful chess-playing fingers around my cock while you do it, then I won't complain."
Won't complain. Freddie snorted and leaned in. "This isn't over," he warned before capturing Prior's mouth in a bruising kiss. No, he would do what Prior wanted for now, but the idea of him fucking Prior or sucking or any number of combinations he could think of, that would definitely be coming back later.
No, it wasn't over. But Prior had been completely serious when he said it was probably a mood killer. And speaking of mood killers he was kind of hoping that they could get through this as well without Freddie deciding that it was time for Prior's shirt to come off. He just wanted to kiss him and not worry.
For his part, Freddie was going to wait. His primary concern was getting Prior off - which he started by wrapping a hand around his cock - and anything after that would come later. Because he was pretty sure that pretty soon he was going to be calling Prior a moron and kissing him silly.
Prior moaned and wrapped his arms limply around Freddie's neck. Fuck yes, it felt good. It had been months, no one had touched him since Scotty disappeared. He just wanted to wrap himself around Freddie's body and revel in the touch.
Freddie chuckled and bit softly at a spot under Prior's ear. "Told you that you weren't gonna be celibate," he said, nipping at the skin again as he moved his wrist a little faster. "Maybe this storm's a blessing in disguise. I get to debauch you with absolutely no interruptions." It also meant that there was plenty of time for conversations, but he tried not to think about that too much.
"Oh god," Prior groaned, rolling his hips in encouragement and then turning his head to catch Freddie's mouth in another kiss. Storm? What storm?
Freddie sucked on Prior's tongue and twisted his hand a little. He was getting ideas of just what he could do to Prior "Not God," he murmured. "Just me."
Prior groaned at that kiss and heard an almost involuntary gasp from his own lips into Freddie's mouth - "More." He didn't have a lot of control in the moment, which was precisely why he'd thought it best to not do this before certain conversations. It was just how he was, and maybe one of the reasons he and Louis had complemented each other sexually to some degree - Louis was very controlled, methodical. He liked to very carefully and deliberately make Prior fall apart, and it wasn't exactly hard to do. He also had an incredibly filthy mouth that came out with the same kind of precision.
But Prior wouldn't let him do more, or at least that had been the implicit statement behind Prior telling him to use his hand. He bit down on Prior's lip and snarled softly. He didn't like having limitations on what he could or could not do. "I could always do less," he suggested. He pulled back a little and got his free hand under Prior's shirt, dragging his nails ever so gently along bare skin. "I could make you beg instead of demand."
Prior managed not to tense at Freddie's hand under his shirt. "Please don't stop," he whispered, and tried to kiss him again.
Freddie made a negative sound into Prior's mouth. He wasn't going to stop. In fact, he moved his hand a little faster. He wanted to draw out more moans and sounds from Prior. Wanted to know what he sounded like.
He got his wish, because Prior lost all resolve he had to be restrained and began to pant and groan as Freddie's hand began to pull that tight coil of pleasure into his body. "Freddie," he gasped when the kiss broke for a moment. "Oh god, Freddie - " He was so close, he could feel it beginning to move through his body.
"I want to see you come," he murmured. He pulled back enough that he could do just that.
Prior met Freddie's eyes just as the pleasure burst through him. His eyes went slightly wide and his mouth opened slightly in a wordless gasp as he spilled hot and sticky over Freddie's hand.
Freddie smiled and there was just a little that was smug about it. "Much better isn't it?" he asked as he started to bring his mouth up to have a little taste.
It probably spoke volumes for Prior's diligence that even in the afterglow of the best orgasm he'd had in months, he managed to grab Freddie's wrist and stop him just before his fingers got to his mouth. "Don't." The chances of contracting HIV through ingesting fluids was small but not absent, and with all the fights Freddie got into Prior wasn't convinced that his insides weren't completely free of the sort of injury that might lead from the intestinal wall to the bloodstream.
And even before Freddie could react, he reached over and picked up a towel from the side of his bed and very, very carefully wiped his hands.
Freddie stared at him and sighed. "Is there anything I'm allowed to do?"
Prior set his mouth into a thin line as he pulled away from Freddie so that he could put the towel in the bin by the bed. Then he looked back and, knowing that he probably clearly looked upset, said, "Without covering everything that leaks in latex? No. Sorry, that's just what sex with me entails. I tried to fucking tell you I'm a bad idea."
"Would you..." Freddie sighed and grabbed Prior, yanking him back. "Then that's what we do. I could say that I'm a fucking bad idea, but I'm pretty sure you've already said it."
Prior allowed Freddie to pull him back, but instead of curling back into him, held back a little and found himself blurting, "Louis left me when I got sick. We were together for four years, and after the first time he had to call 911 because he found me in a puddle of blood and shit, he left me. Moved out while I was in the hospital. I went to seven funerals the year before that. Here on the island I watched one of Roger's friends die from AIDS. Please, Freddie, I need you to at least... just acknowledge that it's real."
"Sunshine…" Freddie sighed. "This Louis of yours is a bigger bastard than I am and I didn't think that was possible." He was willing to bet that even Sergievsky would give him that one, like he said that Patrick was worse than Sergievsky. "I've been around a lot of shit over the years, metaphorical and literal. I'm not going to go running away. Do I want to know the gritty details? No, but that doesn't mean that I don't believe they're there or that they're going to make me run."
"Oh, honey." Prior's expression softened. "It isn't that I think you'll leave. It's that I just want you to understand how serious it is because that's why I'm so careful - because I won't let myself hurt you. You might not be worried, but I am. So - " He sighed. "Learn to love the taste of latex, okay?"
"How about this?" Freddie turned Prior a little and kissed his soundly. If there were only a few places he was going to be able to taste for real, he was going to exploit those places thoroughly.
Prior made a little sound of pleasure into the kiss, a soft little sigh as he draped his arms around Freddie's neck and kissed him back. He really wanted to believe that Freddie was just a saint and not naive. But he'd be careful for both of them, just in case.
***
Freddie yawned a little and rolled closer to the warmth at his side. It wasn't supposed to be cold on a tropical island, but he could still hear and he was pretty sure he could still feel the rain and wind buffeting them. The storm was still going strong and he was pretty sure he was going to be staying here for quite some time. He kept his eyes closed, though, and ran his hand over Prior's stomach. Eventually, he slipped his hand under Prior's shirt and made a low, pleased sound when his hand met warm skin. That was what he needed.
Prior woke to that feeling of warmth against his skin and instinctively nuzzled closer. It was only when he felt a draft of cool air against his feet, which had peeked out from under the blankets, that he remembered where he was, who he was with, and why they were there. Trapped in his hut with Freddie, waiting out the storm. Well, there were worse places he could be, certainly.
"God, how long can this go on," he muttered.
"You really don't want to know. Pray that it's a small storm and doesn't take days." Freddi's eyes stayed shut, but his hands kept creeping up the skin underneath Prior's shirt.
Prior shut his eyes as well, content to tune out everything else but the feeling of Freddie's hands on him - that is, until he let out a hiss of pain when Freddie's fingers brushed against one of the lesions on his chest.
Freddie went still when he heard the hiss. He opened his eyes, pushed up, and looked down at Prior. "All right, Sunshine. Off."
Prior swallowed. "Freddie..." But then he just sighed and reluctantly pulled off his shirt. The worst of the lesions was the one Freddie had just touched, perhaps two inches wide, a few inches above his navel. There were two or three more dotting his chest up higher, and places elsewhere where it was clear there had been others that had healed. "K.S.," he said softly. "The wine dark kiss of the angel of death."
"And this is why we take out clothes off during sex," Freddie said under his breath, not thinking about how Prior might have taken the statement. "For those of us who don't speak in metaphors, what does it mean?" He trailed his fingers around the marks gently.
"More like why I like to leave them on," Prior muttered. Not to mention how thin he seemed these days, especially after Scotty had left. He tense a little when Freddie touched him, but said, "Kaposi's sarcoma. Technically it's a kind of cancer, but it doesn't tend to be fatal, just... unpleasant. It's one of the first signs of AIDS, usually. It's how I knew, anyway. They tend to come and go now, sometimes worse than others." He managed to resist the urge to add 'I told you to look it up.'
"And painful," Freddie pointed out. Which meant he couldn't touch them, but he could touch the skin around them. He looked up and almost couldn't help the smile at the quasi-annoyed look on Prior's face. "Anything else you haven't told me?"
Prior still looked kind of grumpy. "I have a vitamin deficiency that means I have to eat liver or else I start puking and having seizures."
Freddie moved down and began tugging off Prior's pants. He might have been sulking now, but Freddie was going to wipe the expression of his face soon enough. "And that's it?"
"The cane's because I have some myalgia in my right leg. Sometimes it hurts at night." He hesitated, as it was on the tip of his tongue to tell Freddie that he only had a very limited supply of AZT left. But he bit it back. "And if I got the flu I'd probably die," he said instead. "And strangely enough the common reaction to this information is usually not to take my pants off."
"When I have been anything resembling common?" Freddie answered with an arched eyebrow. "Now that you're done hiding, I hope, I want to see you naked." He stopped and looked up. Unless you have a problem with that." It was a challenge.
"Well," said Prior, with a note of amusement despite the previous grumpiness, "at least you're consistent." He wiggled out of his pants and added, "It's just, you know how I like to show my best side, and this isn't it."
"No? Well, I promise you," Freddie said once the pants were off, "the view from here is pretty damn good."
A smile twitched at Prior's lips and he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at Freddie. "Not so bad from here either. If I'm losing my clothes does that mean you're losing yours?"
"Going to help me or am I going to have to do it all by my lonesome?"
Freddie seemed so completely at ease that it made Prior relax a lot as well, and he wasn't even all that self conscious as he slid his body up and tugged at Freddie's shirt.
"If you want it off," Freddie said, lips quirking in an amused grin, "then you're going to have to take it off. Here, I'll make it easy for you." He lifted his arms.
Prior's smile widened as he pulled Freddie's shirt up and over his head, then tossed it over his shoulder. He draped his arms back around Freddie's neck then, and bent his head to kiss his neck. "You do know that you're too good to be true, right?"
Freddie laughed. "Tell me that again when you have to come pick me up from the jail." Although come to think of it, that experience had ended much better than it had begun.
"Oh yes, well there is that." Prior dragged his tongue up to Freddie's ear. "I stand corrected. You are deeply flawed but still sexy."
Freddie barked out a laugh and tugged at Prior's hair. "Glad to know I have at least one redeeming quality."
"Redeeming... mmmmmm yes, you'd be surprised how much redemption sexiness can provide you." Prior slid a hand down Freddie's chest, fingers skidding lightly over the contours. "And you're very good at wielding it, particularly given how much I was resigned to not doing this with anyone else."
"I can be very persuasive with the people I like." He nibbled softly along Prior's jaw and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of the hands on his body. "And I've liked you since the morning you tried to kick me out of your bed."
"I only tried to kick you out because I thought you were Roger," Prior murmured, and slid a hand down, down, under the waistband of Freddie's pants, until his fingers curled around his cock.
Freddie groaned and spread his legs a little. "I sure as hell hope you don't think I'm Roger now. I may have to be jealous." Especially when he he'd had to keep dealing with people who thought he was the man until they met him.
"No, I don't think you're Roger." Prior kissed him again, as if to prove it, still stroking. And then he turned his head and murmured, "I... think I still have some condoms around here somewhere."
"Is Prior Walter actually suggesting I fuck him?" Freddie's lips curled up and he tugged Prior's hand away from him. He put his hands on Prior's hips and pushed him back down to the bed, straddling him once he was back down.
Prior swallowed hard, suddenly looking a little nervous. "Yes," he finally said. "Please." And then added as he slid his hands up to Freddie's hips. "I really do have some condoms in the bedside table I think."
"Then I suppose we'd better get one, don't you think?" Freddie shifted his hips a little to feel the slide of Prior's hands against skin. "I think," he said carefully, "that we'd better get on that. Soon."
"Right." Prior managed to disentangle himself from Freddie long enough to reach over to the table, pulling the drawer open and then groping for a condom, which he finally plucked out between two fingers. Then he fell back onto his back and held it up for Freddie.
"You'd better be pulling more from that drawer than just a condom," Freddie murmured. "Because I'm not going to hurt you just to get what I want." There had to be lube on the island somewhere, didn't there? Guys seemed to be having sex left and right here.
Prior laughed, and held out his other hand, which held a small bottle of oil. That, at least, had gotten a small amount of use during his dry spell. "Please don't," he said, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. "It's... been a while."
"I might be an asshole, but I'm not that kind of an ass." Freddie took the bottle and sat back. He watched Prior for a minute and then smiled. "Turn around."
Prior looked at him for a moment, smiled a little shyly, and then turned over onto his stomach, settling his head on his arms. "I don't think you're an asshole."
"You say that now," Freddie said as he slicked his fingers. "But I'm pretty sure that you'll change your tune after I get into another fight with Sergievsky." Before Prior could reply, Freddie smoothly pushed one finger in. Better to have him moan than argue back.
"Oh - oh." Prior gasped out, his fingers digging into the mattress. He bit his lip and then added, his voice a little raspy, "More, Freddie, please..."
"And just how will you get back at me if you do get frustrated with me, I wonder," Freddie said as he pushed a second finger inside and twisted. He was going to like seeing Prior like this.
