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Rosey’s mind raced. He laid on his side watching Bauer sleep as if there was nothing wrong in the world. As if he hadn’t just heard that Breton was expecting Rosey to join the others to show their most recent works after he had spent the last year unable to write a single word. As if Rosey’s life wasn’t crashing down around him after one single telegram.
He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling for all of three seconds before getting bored with the view. He turned one more time to gaze out the window next to the bed. Maria was out of town for a seminar about hybrid fruits, leaving him a full view of the large tree in the front yard instead of her silhouette. In his mind he began trying to come up with something, anything , that he could jot down and excuse as his most recent focus but nothing came to mind.
He could see the moon out the window, the leaves blowing in the trees, the sound of his lover snoring softly next to him, even his own heartbeat in his ears but he couldn’t come up with anything. He briefly considered jumping off the cliff face into the ocean behind their home, but his train of thought was interrupted by an arm moving over his side and clutching him tightly.
“What eats you, Gui?” Victor’s voice barely croaked out against Rosey’s neck. He rubbed his nose against Rosey’s shoulder while he waited on his answer. He knew Bauer was likely asleep again by the time he found his voice, but he heard himself speaking anyway.
“I fear being seen as a failure due to my… well, my failure .” Rosey covered Victor’s hand with his own where it rested against his chest. “And I can’t deny the invitation, they are still my peers and if I wrote again I would need them to publish.” He sighed sadly. He felt Victor sit up and rest his cheek against Rosey’s shoulder.
“You haven’t failed at anything, my love.” He pressed a short line of kisses down Rosey’s arm to his elbow and back up again. “You’re taking a break. You’ve written more books than you’ve read. It’s a natural rest period. You’ll write again, I know you will.” Rosey frowned to himself.
“What if I don’t ? What if I’m done, I’m dried up?” Rosey couldn’t tear his eyes away from where the moon sat high in the sky out the window. He heard Bauer laugh softly, continuing his trail up and down Rosey’s arm before brushing his stubbled cheek over his shoulder.
“Then you’ve finished? You have nothing else to worry about. Breton can go to hell, and you can stop being stressed. Maybe we can get a bakery in town for you to make your amazing bread for everyone.” Bauer hummed after a moment, attempting to draw a response from Rosey.
“A bakery ?” He cringed, finally looking at Victor with a frown. Victor rolled his eyes.
“Alright, a restaurant then? A cafe? You could set up a stall in town like Maria’s? A small booth in my office? Perhaps you could work in a patisserie?” Victor’s attempts to cheer Rosey up were failing, prompting him into his backup plan. “Roll over.” He pushed Rosey’s shoulder so he was on his front.
“What are you doing?” He relented immediately, still feeling liquid from his attempt at rest. Bauer leaned over the side of the bed before moving to sit over Rosey’s legs.
“You need to relax.” Victor laid himself over Rosey’s back for a moment, dropping kisses to the freckles across his shoulders. “And I’m going to help you...” He whispered, “if you’d like.” Victor’s hands drifted up and down Rosey’s sides while he waited for the go ahead, gently tracing patterns on Rosey’s ribs. “Do you want to relax?” Victor whispered again, making Rosey nod hesitantly. “Alright, close your eyes.” He did as he was asked, though he felt ridiculous.
Victor’s fingers combed through Rosey’s hair, massaging his scalp and neck before moving down to his shoulders. Rosey sighed into the pillow beneath his cheek and tried to let Bauer lull him into a sense of calm as his hands poked and prodded at his tense frame.
“Is that okay, Monsieur ?” Victor spoke quietly, afraid to break the illusion of stillness between them. Rosey nodded again, only responding with a groan as Victor reached a particularly bothersome knot at his shoulder. He pushed his thumbs into the spot and worked his way outward, hoping to soothe his lover’s stress.
After a moment, Rosey felt the oil they had been using in quite a different way drizzle down his spine and pool at his lower back before Bauer’s hands began spreading it outwards. Victor’s hands smoothed down to his hips and trailed back up to his ribs where the kneading began again. At first, Rosey had been so sure this was simply a ploy for Victor to talk him into having sex, or he would be brushed off in favor of sleeping after a long day of work, but this was much more than either of those things. Victor was babbling about how muscles connect to one another as he forced another knot into submission, making Rosey crack a small smile.
“Of course, your health is affected by the well being of your muscles and joints, but don’t be mistaken, Gui, the only thing causing this storm is your own mind.” His hands had made their way down to his hips where they paused. He laid himself back over Rosey and rested his face on the pillow to bump their noses together. “Would you like more than this?” Rosey cringed but nodded for a third time. Victor smiled at him and pressed forward to kiss him softly.
Rosey found himself suddenly grateful that Maria was out of the house for the night. He didn’t think he could be so vulnerable as to let Victor kiss his way down his back, down to his crease, and allow himself to be opened up so gently with her so nearby. He had closed his eyes again after hearing a groan pull itself from his own chest. Victor hummed gently against his sensitive skin, continuing to massage Rosey from the inside out.
“Let me hear you, mon amour . There is no one else to catch you.” Victor kissed Gui’s lower back before pressing into him with two fingers. Rosey took a shaky breath in, expecting Victor to take it as slowly as he had been. “Come on.” Victor all but whispered as he twisted his wrist in an attempt to find his sweet spot. “Let yourself loose.” Rosey whimpered rather embarrassingly as Victor found his target. He felt Victor smile against his lower back at the sound, encouraging another as his fingers pulled back only to thrust against that same spot again.
Victor slid back up Rosey’s back to slowly kiss his neck and cheek as his fingers continued their slow assault. He wanted to hear Rosey, but he knew it was too much to ask of the other man to continue to be vocal. Victor knew how Rosey felt about being left so unguarded, so simply being trusted for this was enough for Victor. He kept himself close enough to feel Rosey’s breath on his face as well as the expanding of his chest in place of his voice. His free hand came to rest on Rosey’s hip before pushing a third finger in alongside the other two.
Victor gasped as his hips thrusted against Rosey’s thigh against his will. Rosey’s eyes squeezed tighter against the slight burn of Victor’s hand. Rosey cursed quietly, feeling as if he might dissolve into the bed sheets as his heart raced against the feeling of Victor’s hardness pressing into his leg. Bauer’s hand slowed to a stop until he was left with his digits pressing against Rosey’s prostate.
“Victor?” Rosey’s voice croaked out for the first time since this whole thing started. Bauer hummed quietly against his shoulder. He lifted his head and raised his eyebrows at Rosey.
“What is it?” He kissed over Rosey’s shoulder for a moment. “Is this helping you relax?” He pulled his hand away before asking Rosey to turn over. “So I can get to you?” He moved away so Rosey could turn. He ran his hands over Rosey’s chest as he lowered himself down to catch his lips. “Are you ready for me?” He kissed around his face while settling himself between Rosey’s legs. His hand came around Rosey’s cock while the other man pretended to think about whether he wanted to take things further. They both knew he wanted to, but they also both knew he didn’t like to admit it, and Victor knew he had to wait until Rosey was ready.
He watched Rosey carefully as he did his best to work him into a frenzy. The sound of huffed breathing and skin on skin filled the room as Rosey fell into his own mind slowly. Victor kissed down his chest, leaving soft bites in his path, until he finally noticed Rosey’s nodding.
“ Now ?” Rosey managed to groan out slowly. Victor returned to Rosey’s face to drop a final kiss to his lips.
“Of course.” He picked up the oil and covered himself while Rosey readjusted himself so Victor could reach him. “Whenever you want me, Gui.” He kissed him again as the head of his cock brushed against Rosey’s entrance. He pushed in slowly while maintaining eye contact with his lover. “ Ich liebe dich, mein Engel .” He spoke, pressing their foreheads together. Rosey’s cheeks flushed red and his eyes closed just as Bauer started moving his hips, proving he could still read Rosey’s mind.
His eyes squeezed tighter with every brush of his sweet spot, gripping at Victor’s arms where they bracketed his body. His mouth opened wider in a silent gasp. Victor knew exactly how to take care of him, how to leave him satisfied. He moaned loudly, knowing Bauer would appreciate hearing him.
“Take what you want, Gui.” Victor kissed his open mouth, maintaining his rhythm as best he could. Rosey always managed to make Victor feel as if he was accomplishing spectacular. He was only making love to his partner, but he felt more successful here than he ever did in his office or studio. Rosey’s hand came down to grip Bauer’s hips, redirecting him gently. “Is that how you want?” Victor sat up and away from him to give more power behind his thrusts, making Rosey’s back arch against the mattress. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as his muscles jerked and twitched.
Bauer smiled down at him. Rosey was the most beautiful man he had ever known and watching him in the throes of passion felt like a privilege. His eyes closed so tightly, his face so red from exertion as well as slight embarrassment, mouth hanging open in a gentle O shape, it was intoxicating to watch. Getting him to that point felt like a badge of honor that Victor was more than pleased to wear.
Victor slowed his thrusts again, watching and feeling Rosey’s thigh muscles quiver under his hands. He put his hands under Rosey’s knees and tried to fold his legs up closer to his shoulders. Rosey’s hands slid up to Bauer’s ribcage with a gasp. Victor took Rosey’s throbbing cock in his hand and began thrusting his hips again, faster than before. Rosey groaned as his hips jumped forward into Victor’s hand. He cursed quietly as he felt his mind blank. Victor’s thrusting seemed far away as he shook and quivered through his orgasm. He only came back to the feeling of Bauer pulling out of him, and his hot cum landing over his belly and combining with his own release. Bauer leaned over him again and pressed a kiss to his lips gently.
“Better?” He asked quietly, still kissing around Rosey’s face and neck. Rosey cracked his eyes open and watched Bauer’s sweaty face pull back and smile at him softly. Rosey pulled Victor to his chest and wrapped his arms around him tightly.
He couldn’t bring himself to say anything to Bauer, so instead he settled down to sleep with Bauer in his grasp. He heard Victor sigh contentedly and settle in as well, knowing that that almost certainly did make him feel better.