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chapter 10: operation m.o.r.e.

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Drained and spent had been the watchwords for the past half hour. Words drifted between the two. They spoke quietly, as if they might be heard. It was communication more of shared, hot breath than speech. Slowly, Wally's gentle nuzzling had become less passive and more predatory. One smiled as the ghosting touch of a tongue at the small of his back electrified him. It was a taunt, fleeting grin, accompanied by a bit of a hiss.

"Again." Wally exhaled into One's ear, taking the limp arms of the other boy, who still faced away from him, and pinning them with a firm palm to the pillow above One's head. Four's mouth was so near One's delicate, delectable little ear in that position that he couldn't resist giving the tip a quick bite. The bite, of course, needed salved with a few swipes of Four's rough tongue. The nibble and licks led to more. Soon Four's eager mouth was dancing on One's neck, Nigel's tight nipples, peaked with arousal, his quivering lower lip, his gasping mouth.

One tried to twist his wrists, hating not having control, but Wally's grip was firm. Four added his other hand to shore up his position, using his groin and mouth to pleasure and frustrate his leader.

"You're insatiable," One rumbled, with lust and wonder and irritation swirling together vividly in his thick tone.

"Me?' Wally grinned, eyes flashing behind the curtain of bright hair, skin slick with sweat. He glinted. Everything about him shone. Wally seemed so blissful, so physically perfect right now that he burned with inner light like a sun god. One considered, briefly and fleetingly, Hyacinth, who had been a mortal beloved of golden, youthful, perfect Apollo and died for his passion. Worth it, he thought, riding the cresting wave of his lust. Worth it worth it worth it.

"If I'm insatiable," Wally hissed, "It's because you're such temptation. I can't even look at you with out wanting it." He licked his lips as if to prove the point. "Haven't be able to for years, mate. And who's fault was that?" One bucked and twisted out of Four's grasp, effectively reversing their positions.

"I'm not the one," he panted, "who walked around as if he was begging for it." Nights spent unable to sleep after catching sight of Wally fresh from a workout, frantically trying to attribute the flushed agitation of his body to something, anything other than his best friend came to the fore, and in frustration he gave Wally a kiss of punishing length and depth.

"You don't think that you did the same to me?" Wally responded, after consuming the intensity of One's kiss with his own.

"Your damn tight little jeans!"

"Those ass-hugging shorts!"

"The way you took off your hoodie in the middle of a workout! Like a strip-tease!" Slowly, sensuously, casually, oh so casually tossing it off to reveal wet, glimmering flesh. Never before, when it would have been more sensible. Oops, I've forgotten again. Not on purpose my ass...

"The way you fucking say my name!"

Fucking. Mmm- "That from you? Please. The way you say my name should be a crime!" The begging, needy intensity of it, sometimes even during normal conversation. Too much. Too much.

"'Sright, mate. Genetics and place of birth and all-" And Wally's smart-ass remark of the day was gracelessly severed by One dragging his hands across Four's arms, under him back, to cup his ass.

"You know what else is criminal?" Four suggested, his breath suddenly a lot heavier. He wrapped a hand around One's refreshed erection. "Letting this go to waste. Poor little beast that it is." He stroked it, petted it, and One couldn't have formed an articulate phrase if his life had depended on it. "I think I can give it a good home."

Disengaging, Four cast an errant hand above his head and dragged down a couple of pillows. One, somewhat recovered and always the more conscientious of the two, caught on and stacked two pillows with trembling hands, sliding Wally onto them.

"I've never-"

"I want this." Four's eyes gleamed. He squirmed with eagerness as if to provide simultaneous proof and incentive. "I've wanted it so long and so bad. Don't you want to give it to me?"

GOD yes. "But we haven't anything-"

Four smirked. "Don't tell me you don't keep anything in the bedside table to easy the Teenage Boy's Burden."

Some rapid fishing through the drawer, slower than it should of been because One never took his eyes off of Wally, opting instead to grope blindly, produced a tube of lubricant and a condom. One never would have found either, in his distraction, but for the neatness of his drawers. He knew where everything was kept.

Why jerk off with the thought of Wally lurking in the back of your mind when you can have the real thing? His mind babbled in a kind of bewildered glee.

Four didn't allow himself any hesitation. He grabbed and ripped the condom package open with his teeth, then stopped. "Neither of us has ever, you know, been with anyone?" Passionate did not mean stupid- he intended to make everything about his relationship with One safe and uncomplicated. That was what Nigel craved, what Lizzie had tried and failed to do. But Wallabee Beatles was no failure.

One nodded, unscrewing the cap of the lubricant bottle with deliberation. "Then screw the synthetics." Wally tossed the condom and it's casing over the bedside. One, by now, had a fair sized lump of lubricant in his palm. The bottle followed the condom over the side of the bed. Four smeared their palms together and slicked his hand over One's member.

One leaned back, closing his eyes for an instant to revel in the sensation. Wally's hot hands slicked in cold gel. Impossible perfection, like Christmas in July. He felt himself swelling at the feel of it. Focusing, he attended to Wally's member, reveling in the sharp little sound of surprised delight as he worked it over.

"What're you doin' that for?" Wally demanded. His imperious tone amused One. "I'm not the one who needs it!"

"Really?" One smirked. I thought it might be nice-" He fingered the head, circling it with his thumb and forefinger, toying with the slit as Wally squirmed, trying to bring more of himself into contact with One's controlled touches, "to be able to glide, work yourself off a bit as I," he overcame his prudishness to whisper, "take you."

Wally's eyes widened. He flipped over onto his stomach as if on hinges.

"Now. If you keep talking and- and being you, I'm going to be done before we start."

"If you in-"

"Now!"

A slick finger teased the rim of Four's anus before entering. It was coated copiously in jell. Four didn't really feel any pain, but it was all a bit funny. Quickly, it ceased being odd and starting being arousing. Four squirmed, bucking his young, nubile ass against the finger, trying to get a bit more bang out of his buck. One swallowed, adding another finger. Wally gritted his teeth, but adapted. The third finger had him arching in frustration.


"Just fucking do it, will you?"

One held himself back- this was painful, but he was responsible for Four's safety. This was just a new definition of a well-known, well-loved role. "Are you sure you're ready? I don't want to hurt you."

"Not having you in me hurts me. Think of that, every time we're just sitting around. When you're bored in class. When you're sleeping alone. Every moment you're not inside me is painful." Wally hissed. "I trust you. I want you so-"

And his words fluxed and twisted into a gasp as One, satisfied that his partner was ready and feeling like an over-wound spring from his long, careful wait, slowly pushed himself into the tight warmth of Wally. His gentle ministrations, delivered while perched between the inviting, wide-flung legs as he watched the other boy quiver with anticipation, and all for him, only for him, had been damn near more than he coulke. ke.

Once settled fully in. After waiting a few moments, One bent down to ask if Wally felt alright.

"Not as good as I'll feel when you get started." The other boy answered, clenching himself a bit and grinning at One's short gasp, Nigel's muttered "Why you little-" had him repeating the action.

"What's keeping you?" Wally drawled.

One quickly established a rhythm. He tried to keep his thrusts slow and controlled, but it was his first time and Wally was exquisite, like a velvet-gloved fist clamped hard around his cock. It didn't help that the boy he way trying to safe-guard from his over-zealousness ground against him like a harlot and begged for more speed, more punishing thrusts. "Harder, faster," became a litany and One, rarely able to deny Four anything for long, broke down and answered Wally's every cry. He felt absurdly proud when he reduced the pleas to incoherent cries of delight.

One freed a hand from guiding his own thrusts and diverted it to pumping Wally's weeping cock. Nigel's actions became feverishly fast. He felt himself so close to release,and Wally trembled on the brink of oblivion below him, the jarring and quivering of his body further agitating his partner. Mine, Nigel thought of boy he cherished, the sensual banquet spread before his eager hands, his still more eager cock, mine, all mine and only mine.


"Yours," Wally gasped in reply, alerting One that his thoughts had slipped past his lips like beads of water overflowing from a brimming cup. "All yours," Four willingly, eagerly answered. The tone was devout. This was a pledge to him. "Yours and you're all mine and no one else can touch you, can ever touch us and you do, you do love me-"

And Wally came, the eruption of white coupled with a frantic "Nigel!"

And his name on those lips, the vibrations of Wally's orgasm around his aching member, and the thought that he had caused these bone-deep tremors in the blond, ripped a long, heady orgasm from Nigel, who saw black before he slumped over Wally's collapsing back.

A minute later, One slipped out of Four. Wally grabbed at his wrist.

"Don't go too far." Four whispered, the seed of doubt still lurking in his voice.

"Never again." Nigel swore it to himself in conjunction with his utterance, wrapping his body around the exhausted smaller boy, spooning him as they drifted off, into the deep and dreamless sleep know well to the very tired and completely satiated. His arm settled possessively around Wally's sleeping form, and Nigel slept the best sleep of his nightmare-plagued young life.