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“So I had a thought,” Rudo starts and Zanka cannot help himself,
“Great. Let’s throw a party to celebrate.”
“Mean,” Rudo pokes him. “Zan-zan’s being m-e-a-n.”
“Look, another reason to party: you can spell,” he says because he’s feeling like teasing Rudo further.
His emotional stamina finally caught up to his sex life and he stopped being so droopy every time they fucked. Rudo was not appreciating his increased post-coitus coherency. (Well, he was, he said he was getting unsettled by how high he started sounding past 3 orgasms in 20 hours. He actually asked Eishia if it was normal and Eishia had to stutter through a storm of informing him that while fucking like rabbits was normal for teenagers, she never quite heard about doing it quite as often so she had no data.) Where was he?
Right, it might have caught up somewhat but he was still fucking loopy when he had to do clean ups, regular training and satisfying his and Rudo’s sex drive because it sometimes didn’t sync up. Like today. Rudo’s mind was onto something else and it took him a small forever to come so Zanka’s overstimulated to all hell and his pleasure receptors are shot to hell, and he… He lost his train of thoughts again. Great.
Maybe he wasn’t doing as great as he foresaw. Still good enough to get that Rudo’s somewhat tense even after fucking him for what felt like hours (but was probably like 30 minutes or under).
Point: Rudo tense equals Zanka somewhat tense. He pokes Rudo’s nose and his eyes criss-cross to follow its path.
“Okay, I won’t tease anymore,” he says with a smile. Rudo’s expression doesn’t soften. “Rudo, what’s wrong?”
“I might be jumping to conclusions and I hate it,” he says into a pillow.
Now that gets Zanka alarmed. “Jumping to conclusions…?”
“Promise to hear me out fully before replying?” Zanka nods slowly and Rudo takes a deep breath. “I am not enough for you.” Zanka’s eyes fly open and Rudo shushes him. “Let me finish. It’s not a bad thing.” Zanka doesn’t know how it can be a not-bad thing. “I just… I cannot keep up with your drive and I don’t think I can keep up with all your ideas either,” he bites his lip. “I know you’re holding back on me.”
Zanka’s heart seems to freeze in his chest. He thought he hid it well. He thought it was enough. He felt content, it was enough for him, he–
“I have an idea though,” Rudo continues, eyes serious and never leaving Zanka’s probably panicked ones. “I had a run-in with Jabber last time I went to buy ice-cream.”
Zanka’s eyes go wider, somehow, with terror. “What did he do,” he demands.
Rudo raises a hand to his face and caresses him gently. “Nothing bad, it’s okay,” he tries, but Zanka’s brain is in panic mode.
“Did he drug you? Did he–”
“Zanka.” Rudo’s hand tightens on his jaw, shutting him up. “He is apparently freak enough he could smell you on me.”
His brain reboots slowly. “What?”
“He kept going on about stuff and you know I’m bad at keeping my expression normal, and…” He winces. “Apparently he stalked Enjin who was complaining about our sex life to someone, and he pieced everything together and–”
He pauses, bites his lip. Lets it go and it looks like he broke the skin.
“He wants a piece of you.”
Zanka blinks a few times. For some reason the first thing that gets out of his mouth is, “Well what did you tell him?”
“That it would have to be heavily regulated, supervised, and on several conditions like him not being high, and, of course, that I’d have to run the idea through you and have your pure, unaltered consent.”
Zanka considers it, hates himself for considering it, then squints at Rudo. “You’re willing to… share me?”
“If you’re willing to be shared,” Rudo says cautiously.
“You know I’d be perfectly happy just… not doing the more freaky shit right?”
“But you’d be happier doing the freaky shit from time to time.”
“You know I love you?” Zanka asks, catching Rudo’s hands which is still resting idly on his jaw. “Like, I think I actually love you. You are enough.”
“I don’t see it as something that has to break us apart.” Rudo shrugs. “Besides someone would have to watch you to make sure he doesn’t do anything bad.”
Zanka’s heart feels so full he kisses Rudo’s forehead, then cheek, then the busted lip. He tastes blood as he depends the kiss and puts his tongue to work.
Rudo’s previous tension leaves him completely and he becomes a willing putty under Zanka’s hands. That’s how he knows he’s serious and fully believes there’s nothing wrong about what he proposed.
Still, Jabber.
He thinks back to the conversation with Enjin and chuckles into the kiss. To think that was a premonition…
“Hey, Rudo,” he muses aloud. “Think he’d be down to rape me?”
Rudo regards him with an unreadable look and gets out of the bed unhurriedly.
Zanka makes a questioning noise and he clarifies, “I better start writing the contract now if that’s what you want.”
Oh yes, Zanka loves him so much.