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“Victor.” Devin doesn’t open his eyes, he’d only see white sheets anyway. “It’s not even morning.”
He’s lying. It’s morning and not even early morning, dawns long gone, the light leaking through the edges of the blinds is bright, yellow and fizzing up the walls. Devin stretches in the relaxed pleasure of waking up after sleeping deep last night. The lazy liminal space of the time off between series. He can feel his body waking up from getting laid without having to hold anything in reserve for a game.
“Sun’s up,” Victor kisses the words against his neck, “it’s late morning.” There is reproach in his voice, Devin’s pretty sure is barely seven, he’s not even hungry.
“Ain’t no music playing, still nighttime.” Devin’s arguing for the fun of it, Vic will bite, he always does.
“Turning off an alarm doesn’t mean it’s not morning.” There’s a Protestant hint of disapproval from sleeping in in Victor’s voice that makes Devin smile.
Victor is primly attached to his routines. Devin's chest lights up with the kind of burning pride that they warn you about in Sunday school, he’s the one that can make Vic ignore his routines. Devin can keep him in bed, already hard and quivering with need, when he should be training or meditating or manifesting world peace or some shit.
But he’s not going to pick much of a fight, it’s fun to draw this out, but what he really wants is for Victor to stop talking and go back to what he was doing before. Brushing his lips nice and soft over the marks he left last night. His fingers are already fitted against the fingerprints he left behind.
Victor’s careful rocking his morning wood into the thick muscle of Devin’s thigh. Despite the deep sleep Devin is still tender from last night and Victor would never forget that.
“The best mornings are with you.” Victor murmurs into Devin’s ear, his voice is more raspy than usual. it sharpens up Devin’s ego, the proof Victor was just as wrecked as him. But also how he’s waited for Devin to stir before he’s crept over the touch. How he’s held himself back until he’s bursting. The kind of desire Vic normally talks himself out of. The normal human emotions he usually stuffs down.
But not with Devin. When Devin’s within arms reach he can make himself stay, waiting and probably staring at Devin sleeping like a weirdo. Quivering all desperate from not touching yet, when Devin’s right there, always ready to be touched.
It’s crazy, the pride that crawls over him, that just being here makes Victor crack and even beg for him. Vic drags his hand down Devin’s side and up over his ass. Devin doesn’t hide his gasp when he’s pulled slightly open.
Victor stills for a moment then he slides his hand back onto his fingerprints, he kisses Devin’s shoulder apologetically but his; “still feel me from last night?” Is a boast as much as he’s checking in. He’s got his own pride.
Devin nods, “you’re not human babe.” He’s not going to deny it, so wrung out the third time they fucked that he couldn’t even ride Victor anymore. He’d laid back, his back to Victor’s chest barely holding himself up as Vic planted his feet on the bed to fuck up hard into him.
It got a bit hazy, panting out of a throat numb from Victor’s cock, his dick already soft. Vic’s gotta one up him even in this. Gotta make him come four times if Devin thought he could only do three. Gotta fuck him harder the second time than the first, even if it would be just as good to lay on each other and just grind and swap kisses.
Victor’s lips stutter when Devin calls him ‘babe’.
“I really need you.” Victor’s so guilty with it. It thrills Devin.
Devin smiles into the sheets, he’s already interested, need’s clawing in his gut, and that’s just from Vic’s voice and his instant stroking fingers. Vic’s got power over him too.
“Don’t know if I’m awake enough yet,” it’s bullshit and they both know it. Devin can practically hear Victor’s teeth snap shut. He won’t let himself push, he won’t let himself beg. Not right away. It amuses Devin, when he’s not so turned on himself he doesn’t just roll over and show his belly.
Victor’s probably internally chanting a mantra designed to find spiritual enlightenment and it’s the only thing holding him back from fucking Devin into the mattress. Again.
Devin shifts on the bed, it’s not just his ass that feels tender, his dick is still sore from last night. Not uninterested, but it’s going to take some time for him, and Vic is already thick and hard.
Victor’s fingers flex and settle back against his hip. He doesn’t say anything but it’s not like he doesn’t know some tricks. Not like Devin isn’t a book he’s memorised.
The light outside pushes against the blind and Vic breathes over the possessive bite he left on the back of Devin’s neck. It’ll itch the next time he sweats, it’ll throb in time to his pulse. An insistent tug on his brain and his heart.
Devin edges back closer to Victor, trying to be subtle. “You gotta let me ease into the day,” he says, fake serious tone like he’s sharing some secret official information. The invitation is clear and Victor pounces on it, as much as he’s careful not to literally pounce on Devin.
Devin never knew he was this easy before. Victor’s unlocked him, a magic trick-sleight of hand that Devin is taken in by every time.
Vic rocks his cock against Devin’s thigh again, he’s thicker already, sticky at the tip. Devin wants to shock him, just suddenly wants to surprise him, show Vic he’s still got a few tricks of his own.
They don’t get this as much as he’d like, sleep warm in bed without an insistent pull on their time. Victor's lips almost stumble on his skin when he tries to hide a yawn. Devin stretches, the ache in his ass is manageable.
“You getting bored?” Vic play bites him and even that is slurred compared to his usual precise attack on Devin’s nerve endings.
Devin leans more onto his side, Victor grumbles at his lips getting nudged away from the wing of Devin’s shoulder blade then he gasps when Devin reaches back to hold Victor’s cock.
Devin rolls his hand over the top of his dick where he’s already wet and Victor mutters “good idea,” and shifts up the bed so his mouth is level with Devin’s neck.
“You don’t have to race into every day.” Devin tries to make it like he’s imparting some great wisdom, “gotta ease into the morning babe.” He’s older, he’s wiser, but Vic’s dragging his teeth down the side of his neck where it meets his shoulder and it’s distracting.
“Wanna ease into you,” Victor sounds annoyed that he’s confessed, “that’s the way to start the day.”
Dwvin smiles and starts to stroke Victor's cock, he lifts his chest up, braced on his elbow, “put your arm around me.”
Vic does instantly, he places his hand flat on Devin’s chest near his heart. Devin drops his weight down, trapping Vic’s arm under his body as much as Victor’s pulling Devin insistently against him.
“I want you,” Victor says almost petulantly into his locs.
“I got you.” Devin tells him, soft and quiet, Victor sighs.
“You're bad at being taken care of,” Devin tells him, like it’s a secret.
Devin rolls his hand over the tip of Victor’s dick again and strokes up and down. Victor liked it hard and fast, just the side of painful; like it was already a punishment to want something for pleasure not improvement.
Devin kept trying to show him, to tell him, that he doesn’t have to earn happiness and he doesn't have to earn Devin.
But then Victor didn’t get as satisfied with things that come easy or sweet. Devin might be easy for him but he isn’t sweet. He squeezes his hand around Victor’s dick harder than before and starts to jerk him fast.
“Fuck.” Victor grinds out.
“We haven’t done this in forever babe.” Victor yanks Devin harder against him since they can’t get any closer, until there’s barely room to move his hand on Victor’s cock.
When they first hooked up handjobs were the default, while Victor worked out what he wanted in about four different languages and twenty journals. They didn’t make eye contact until the next day. They didn’t kiss until the third time.
But the third time they were high enough on the game they swapped gasping open mouthed kisses, jerking each other off in the trainers room while the locker room two doors down was hollering and playing music loud enough to be a club. Lights flashed in Devin’s eyes dazzling him, but that was Victors hands and mouth, not the strobe light around a DJ booth.
Devin had to wait for him to get a clue. Like convincing a feral cat to come in from the cold, panting into each other's necks, still in their uniforms, still splitting apart at the end.
Now this is almost more intimate than fucking, the sheets smell like them and their team isn’t howling along to Key Glock three feet away.
Devin’s never wanted to keep anyone this close before. He hasn’t got the itchy uncomfortable feeling of someone in his space, getting in his way, interrupting his plans. It shocked him, how he’d wake up the nights that Vic was in his own place and roll over and expect him to be there. Victor squirms his arms around Devin’s waist, sliding his hand down.
“Not yet,” Devin tells him. He doesn’t want Victor distracted. “This is for you.” Vic wants to protest, Devin can feel him take a breath to complain, but he settles down when Devin squeezes his dick again and he lays his hand flat on Devin’s stomach. His nails will turn in, eventually, scratching across Devin’s skin. He’s left marks before, thin lines that fade, dents on his waist that smooth away too quickly.
The angle yanks his shoulder, Victor’s digging his fingers in already, mouthing more insistently at his neck.
Devin could easily get Victor off like this, but they aren’t a secret, he’s not scared and he wants to see Victor’s face.
Vic swears when Devin lets him go, but it’s getting instinctive, the way he lifts his arm up for Devin to twist around until they are sharing a pillow.
“What happened to taking care of me?” Devin finds it endearing, how Vic’s kind of shit at flirting, how he sounds grumpy and desperate when he’s got the voice to charm anyone.
Devin grins just to make Vic frown and grabs him again.
Vic’s mouth drops open and he’s almost smiling, he hisses at the movement with Devin, chasing Victor’s mouth starting stroking again fast and squeezing tight.
“No race baby,” Devin gets a thrill twist in his stomach that Victor sighs at the endearment.
Victor opens his eyes to look at Devin. “Not the last time,” he takes a breath, “today.”
There’s a confession, maybe a promise in that that Devin holds close.
“Yeah,” Devin’s not going to push him, not now when the finals are on the horizon, but he’s going to push him for more soon.
“Devin.” Victor pants out. He sounds stretched, like he’s going to crack open. Makes Devin feel powerful and privileged.
“Let me take care of you baby,” Devin says again, they are both too unguarded, Victor stops them both talking by sealing their mouths together. He pulls Devin’s mouth hard against his with his hand on the back of Devin’s neck, his big palm pressed to the bruise there. The slick sound of Devin stroking him off wet and fast is under it all.
Victors comes pushing his moans in Devin’s mouth. He shakes against Devin, like always he’s going to dedicate everything to this.
Victor’s barely finished coming and he’s nudging at Devin pushing him over on his back, climbing over him to grab his dick.
They literally do not have anywhere they have to be today and there is no need to rush, it’s also the only day they get this. Devin opens his mouth and Victor’s kissing the promise of the future into him