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Tick. Tick.
Treavor glanced towards the ornate clock hung on the wall, ticking away the minutes–no hours Martin had been gone. His partner had told him he'd only be an hour ( at the most he said!) late home and that he'd bring back something special to make up for it.
“What a load of shit,” Treavor huffed to himself. He understood Campbell was the kind of asshole to unload all of his work onto his assistant (getting Martin to quit was nearly impossible and it ‘paid well’ he had said), but it was nearly midnight and his bed seemed more and more inviting each moment the clock ticked.
A loud boom suddenly shook the small house and fat rivulets of water began to flow down the windowpane. Treavor ran a hand down his face. Just what he needed.
Just what Martin needed.
Treavor blinked at the realization: Martin is stuck out in the rain and he's going to get hurt. Or worse–he's going to die out there and it's all my fault for not begging him to come home–
Another violent reverb of thunder snapped Treavor from his thoughts, the brewing storm outside seemingly growing worse by the minute. The rain’s pattering grew louder and drowned out the softly playing television– some crime drama rerun that was only vaguely entertaining. Treavor’s leg bounced erratically and his nails dug crescents into his palms, the fear of Martin not returning home or worse, being hurt, playing like a broken record.
Tick. Tick.
Treavor looked at the clock again, registering the time as 12:27 and bit at his lip. He had talked about this with Doctor Hypatia, the constant panic, the “overthinking” as she kindly put it, the way he still thought people were out to get him.
Martin and Treavor had moved away from the Pendleton estates years ago, cutting contact with his entire immediate family. Though, that hadn't stopped his father from trying to put his son back under his thumb, threatening texts and letters being sent to his workplace–his own wedding being interrupted by the man. It was exhausting. His brothers couldn't care less about where he had gone off to, gladly taking up their respective parts of the Pendleton’s generational business, jewelry ( and less than legal arms dealing ).
His brother’s had never been the kindest, in fact, he would say they were quite cruel to him for his entire life. Any attempt at happiness being squashed by Custis’ scheming mind and Morgan’s willingness to enact his twin's cruel ideas–not to say Morgan didn't have ideas of his own, he had plenty Treavor experienced firsthand.
Though there were moments… Moments when the twins didn't seem so nasty and treated him as almost-human with small forms of kindness. Custis helping him with a hard math worksheet (or just outright doing it for him) and showing young Treavor how calculators could do most of the math for him. Morgan teaching him how to make perfect red velvet cupcakes; Treavor overfilled his batch and sat at the table pouting until Morgan claimed they still tasted amazing and helped his younger brother wolf down almost an entire pan of cupcakes (decorated messily in cream cheese frosting).
But that was years ago. Years when Treavor couldn't remember how to tie his shoes or count by twos. Years when leaving his family seemed wrong even when he couldn't bear to look at them in fear of attracting their attention.
Treavor let out a short breath from his nose, thinking was something he could save for tomorrow, or later tonight at the worst. He felt around the sofa for the television’s remote, shutting down the system and padding to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch on was an action Treavor regretted immediately, the fluorescent yellow practically blinding the short man.
Maybe Martin’s right, I should be wearing my glasses. They have tinted lenses anyways.
Treavor’s stomach curled again at the thought of his lover stuck out in a storm, soaked and almost one hundred percent in a horrid mood. Treavor reached towards the shower’s knobs, twisting one and letting his hand rest under the slowly heating water. That moment, his phone buzzed on the counter next to him, the screen lighting up with a message from Teague <3
Traffic is shit sorry. I’ll see you soon.
He really was in a terrible mood. Martin hardly used formal language with him and it made Treavor’s heart sink. Was Teague mad at him? Did he say something earlier when they were on the phone?
Could he help him feel better?
The thought made Treavor pause, a different feeling curling in his belly. He could help his husband destress from his long workday, kissing his face and neck, inching his way towards Teague’s thighs–
“Fuck!”
Treavor jerked his hand from out of the water’s steady stream, steam beginning to pool around the bathroom and fog up the mirror. The young man turned his attention down at his quickly reddening hand, and reached out towards the cold knob, turning it an inch. The surprise of the water’s heat yanking the young man from his perversions and Treavor was almost grateful for it.
He pulled his shirt ( Martin's shirt he had stolen from the man months ago ) over his head and set it on the sink’s counter, also pulling a plain towel from the small closet, slowly shedding his minimalistic outfit. Socks peeled off, Treavor stepped into the shower and practically melted into the wall, hot water scalding his body. Exactly how he liked it.
As Treavor began to lather soap into a wash rag, his mind wandered again and a saccharine image of Martin washing his body for him played on repeat.
The rag was pleasantly warm and coarse against Treavor’s skin, scrubbing out the grime and stress from his day. Martin kneaded the soft tissue of Treavor’s neck with the rag covering his fingers, making him groan lowly and shudder under his husband's touch. Treavor could feel Martin’s grin from behind him, if the way the other man's grip on his hip tightened was any indication.
Treavor leaned further into his lover and placed his hand over Martin's possessive grip. The rag was suddenly on his chest, pointedly avoiding his sensitive nipples and rubbing in small circles on his ribcage. Pushing up into the touch awarded him with a light press of the rag over his areola but nothing more, causing Treavor to whine.
“Oh, love, you're gonna take what I give you,” a harsh pinch was laid on his nipple, “and you're going to beg me for more.” Martin’s devious whispering echoed around his head and Treavor’s mind was more than full of steam and Martin's filthily arousing words.
Treavor’s own hand had wandered to his cock and he pulled lightly at the base, using his other hand to steady himself on the shower’s walls. The steady stream of sweltering water amplifying the soft touches Treavor laid on his own body in a mimic of Martin's. His eyes slipped shut and slow breaths turned into heavy panting as Treavor stroked himself faster.
Martin's cock was rock hard against Treavor’s ass, slowly grinding against his smaller lover and humming. “Oh you feel so good against me, sweetheart,” Martin discarded the wash rag on the ground and moved both hands to grip Treavor’s hips tightly, tight enough to leave bruises. Martin’s breath on his neck was hotter than the shower pouring down on them and when Martin placed a bite on the side of Treavor’s neck he moaned almost shamefully loud, hips jerking against nonexistent friction.
Martin licked the bite and chuckled before slipping his prick in between Treavor’s thighs, thrusting shallowly and rubbing against the other’s dick. Treavor instinctively tightened his legs and a pitchy moan left his throat when Martin surged forward again. A soft ‘fuck’ sounded from his husband and the shallow thrusts turned into deep, quick drives, with Martin fully fucking into Treavor’s quivering thighs.
Treavor on the other hand, could barely hold his own weight, his legs trembling heavily and hands gripping Martin’s stiffly. He pushed back into the man behind him in time with the thrusts which were growing erratic and beginning to stutter, Martin’s voice was suddenly in the shell of his ear,
“You gonna cum baby? Cum just from this? I've hardly touched you, love.”
Treavor whimpered in response and squeezed his eyes shut, nails digging into Martin's hand.
“You wanted this so badly didn't you?” Treavor merely nodded.
“Oh sweetheart, I can't hear you. Should I stop then?”
“No no no don't stop, Martin. Please please…”
Martin sharply inhaled and gripped his lover’s hips solidly, fucking even harder into Treavor’s slippery legs and in turn, against his prick. The friction became unbearably pleasurable, Treavor gave choked gasp and spurts of semen decorated the shower’s floor, quickly washed away by water. Treavor yelped and his legs spasmed and gave way, only narrowly avoiding a painful fall by the wall and Martin’s strong grip.
Now bent over, Treavor’s cheek pressed against the wall and hot water poured over his back. He looked behind himself to Martin, who stared back in quiet concern, about to voice his worry before Treavor quickly cut him off.
“F-fuck keep going,” He pushed back against Martin for emphasis and his husband smirked and thrusted back, setting a quick pace and chasing his own pleasure. Martin's groans got louder and his pressing grew frenzied, smutty words gushing from his lips.
“Do you know how good you feel? Offering yourself to me on a silver-fucking platter like this?” A well placed smack on Treavor’s ass made the smaller man squeak. “You're so pretty for me, you know that? So, so gorgeous all for me.” Martin's hips stuttered a final time before he spilled hot dredges of seed down Treavor’s thighs, stilling against his backside.
Treavor heaved against the shower wall, hand dropping from his prick and shutting the water off, pulling the curtain open. He quickly covered up with the towel he placed on the counter, shivering without the water’s warmth. In his arousal, he hadn't noticed the buzzing of his phone. New messages from Teague <3
12:40 am: hey, i'm sorry for being snappy earlier, traffic was a bitch and the rain got pretty bad, had to pull over for a while
oh and campbell had some falling out with burrows of course, leaving me to clean up his mess afterwards :/
i’ll make this up to you, i promise.
12:52 am: babe i'm home, just wanted to let you know before panicking that someone’s trying to break in or smthng :)
12:59 am: ooohh you're showering i’ll wait upstairs for u then
1:24 am: hm. you sound lovely, treavor ;)