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Wylan couldn't believe that Jesper was dragging him through the Barrel by his hand, a wild grin on his face. Wylan's heart was beating out of his chest, had been since Jesper asked him whether he wanted to go out with him. With him.
Jesper Fahey, who could quite literally get anyone he wanted, including Wylan, had chosen him. And not just for one night, he’d wanted to go on a night on the town with him. Like… on a date. With him.
‘What’s on your mind,’ Jesper asked, as they rounded a corner into a less crowded street.
Wylan blinked.
‘What?’
‘You’ve got your thinking face on.’
Wylan smiled, cocking an eyebrow.
‘I have a thinking face?’
Jesper smiled, stopping and pulling Wylan into an abandoned nook between two houses.
‘Yeah,’ he whispered, grinning down at Wylan with sparkling eyes. ‘Your eyes start sparkling. And your nose is all scrunched up and you start biting your lips. It’s rather adorable.’
‘You think I’m adorable?’
Jesper smiled softly and pulled Wylan closer, a wild giddiness in his eyes. Wylan marvelled at the fact that he could just wrap his arms around Jesper’s waist as the taller man leaned against the wall of the building behind him. Jesper’s hands came to rest on Wylan’s face, the warmth of it sending shivers down Wylan’s spine.
‘I thought that was an established fact,’ Jesper said and Wylan blushed, hoping that the darkness of the alley would hide his red ears.
‘You’ve only said you kinda like my face.’
‘There’s a lot more about you to like,’ Jesper murmured, leaning in slightly, their noses touching, their breaths mingling and Wylan felt like he was going to swoon any second now.
‘Hmm,’ Wylan said, his eyes half closed, anticipation running through his body. ‘Such as?’
Jesper chuckled.
‘Would you like an itemised list?’
Wylan rolled his eyes.
‘You can just tell me.’
‘We’ll be here for a while,’ Jesper warned.
‘I don’t mind that.’
Jesper’s smile turned lopsided. He leaned in, his lips just shy of brushing Wylan’s.
‘I like your smile,’ he whispered, placing a feather-light kiss against Wylan’s lips with every compliment. ‘I like your laugh. I like the twinkle you get in your eyes when you talk about demolition. I like the way your brain works. I like it when you look at me in awe and when you look at me all proud about an achievement. I like it when you’re flustered. I like it when I’ve annoyed you but you can’t stop smiling. I like it when you roll your eyes at me. I like it when you kiss me. Saints, I love it when you kiss me.’
Wylan couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His ears had gotten hotter and hotter by the second and he held onto Jespers coat tightly, crowding him against the wall and kissing him like it was the end of the world and this was the last thing he’d ever do.
Jesper’s breath hitched and Wylan only kissed him harder, his hands wandering, fingers finding Jesper’s tight curls and holding on gently. The rest of the Barrel didn’t exist to him anymore, the only things he felt were Jesper’s hands on his waist and his face, their bodies pressed tightly together and Jesper’s lips- and saints, were they the most perfectly shaped lips he’d ever laid eyes on.
‘Wy,’ Jesper whispered. ‘We’re still not home.’
Wylan pulled back, sighing.
‘You started this.’
‘Am I not allowed to kiss you when I think you’re being cute?’
‘Well if I did that we wouldn’t be stopping,’ Wylan grumbled, but his spirits were lifted quickly when Jesper’s expression turned bashful. Wylan grinned.
‘Are you blushing?’
Jesper shook his head and pushed himself off the wall, pulling Wylan with him by one hand, leading them into the direction of the Dregs.
‘You are,’ Wylan said, elated. ‘I made you blush.’
‘You’re gonna destroy my cool and aloof reputation,’ Jesper grumbled but Wylan heard the mirth in his voice.
‘Good,’ Wylan mumbled, catching up to Jesper who had the distinct advantage of long legs (that looked far too good in those tight trousers- focus, Wylan). ‘I like it when you’re flustered, too, you know?’
Jesper’s mouth twitched up and Wylan couldn’t stop himself from grinning stupidly.
‘You’re a terrible influence on me,’ Jesper grumbled but his broad smile told Wylan otherwise. Finally, they made their way into the Dregs club… or rather Kaz’s new club. The door swung open and they were greeted by a boisterous atmosphere, despite the plague sirens. Nina, who was sitting at the bar waved at them, grinning broadly.
‘Ah,’ Jesper mumbled. ‘So she definitely knows.’
Wylan blushed, ducking his head, but Jesper kept holding his hand and running his long clever, deadly fingers over Wylan’s and that really really shouldn’t be as attractive as it was.
‘I- I don’t mind. If you don’t.’
Jesper looked down at Wylan with his eyes sparkling and for a moment Wylan lost himself again, staring into the depth of brown laid bare in front of him.
‘I don’t mind either,’ Jesper whispered. He squeezed Wylan’s hand. ‘We could. Sneak away, after we’ve had some dinner?’
Wylan opened his mouth to protest that he didn’t need dinner when his stomach growled. He groaned.
‘Yeah, okay, you have a point.’
Jesper smiled gently and saints, did Wylan like the way Jesper’s easy smirks turned so private whenever he looked at Wylan.
‘Don’t think I hadn’t noticed you haven’t exactly eaten much,’ he said. ‘Food, now. We can… break in the bed later. It’s not going anywhere.’
Wylan grinned, his cheeks hot.
‘Maybe,’ he said, unsure where his confidence came from (maybe it had something to do with Jesper looking at him like he was more interesting than even the gambling tables right next to him). ‘Maybe we’ll find more places to break in.’
Jesper’s eyes widened and his grin broadened and Wylan could feel the shudder running down Jesper’s body. He couldn’t believe that he of all people could have this effect on people, let alone Jesper Fahey .
‘Saints, you’re fucking perfect’, Jesper said, leaning down to kiss him, deeply, uncaring about the bustling club around them. Wylan smiled into the kiss, his cheeks hurting from the amount of smiling he’d been doing for the entire evening.
‘Oi, close the door, lovebirds,’ someone yelled and Wylan laughed into the kiss as Jesper reached out a hand, not stopping the kiss to close the door behind them. Slowly, they pulled apart and Wylan once again catalogued the ways in which Jesper’s eyes creased, the soft, gentle arch of his brow, the gentle slope of his nose, his perfectly shaped lips, the dark lashes adorning his deep brown eyes, the blindingly white teeth he flashed in his broad, addictive smiles.
‘Food,’ Wylan whispered as his stomach rumbled again, smelling something delicious from the kitchen.
Jesper, who’d been staring at Wylan too, nodded gently, their noses bumping at the movement. Then, a mischievous smirk started to form on his rosy brown lips.
‘Maybe I’ll need a snack afterwards,’ he grinned and Wylan rolled his eyes.
‘We’ll see,’ he grumbled.
Jesper cocked his head.
‘Yeah, you’re right. You’re more than a snack, darling,’ he whispered and Wylan blushed violently, pushing Jesper away and failing to suppress a giggle. He didn’t let go of Jesper’s hand though, so he pulled the sharpshooter towards the bar where Nina was sitting, her smile even more broad now.
‘Well, well,’ she said as Wylan sat down at the small table next to the bar that she’d chosen, Jesper smoothly fitting into the bench beside him. ‘I was wondering when you guys were finally gonna show up.’
Jesper, who seemed strangely out of breath, chuckled.
‘We had some. Things to drop off,’ he said.
‘I’m sure,’ Nina said. ‘About time.’
Wylan blinked.
‘A-are those waffles?’ he asked.
Nina grinned broadly.
‘Yes. The cook here is quite fantastic, really. I ordered another round for you two when you came in. And one for me too.’
Jesper sighed and Wylan felt him move closer to him, their legs touching and Wylan had to stop himself from thinking too hard about pushing the table away and climbing into Jesper’s lap, food, Nina and the crowded club be damned. The hand that Jesper had placed on his thigh, resting at a socially acceptable level but twitching every now and then, told him that Jesper was most likely thinking something along the same lines.
‘You’re a saint, Nina,’ Jesper said, keeping his voice surprisingly steady.
Nina shrugged.
‘We get free food here now, it’s not like I’m paying.’
Jesper chuckled.
‘Thank Ghezen,’ Wylan mumbled. ‘Wouldn’t know with what money I’d pay anyway.’
Nina nodded sagely.
‘I’d have to rob some poor bastard,’ she mused. ‘And I think that’d be a bad first impression if Kaz is gonna need us to help run the gang.’
Wylan raised an eyebrow.
‘Us?’
Jesper’s hand on his thigh squeezed gently.
‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he asked, with a note of desperation in his voice.
‘No- no that- that’s not what I meant,’ Wylan said, immediately turning to Jesper who was looking down at him with wide eyes. ‘I meant it- I know what I’m getting into now. And I’m not going anywhere.’
‘Oh,’ Jesper said, letting out an audible breath. ‘Good. Kaz- well he’ll need a demo man.’
Wylan grinned and placed a hand on Jesper’s.
‘You won’t get rid of me that easily.’
Jesper’s expression was private, dark with desire and promise.
‘Good,’ he said and saints, Wylan wanted to kiss him.
Jesper had apparently read his mind as he leaned down to kiss him gently, quickly, almost appropriate for the situation, if it weren’t for the way his hand was inching up Wylan’s thigh under the table. They parted after a few moments and Wylan took a deep breath, trying desperately to hide the way his entire body thrummed with desire. He turned back to Nina with a smile and realised very quickly that neither he nor Jesper were going to be able to hide anything from Nina Zenik.
Heartrender, he thought as he took in Nina’s amused expression.
‘I-,’ Wylan said, taking a deep breath. ‘I was asking about you, Nina. You’re staying?’
Jesper leaned forward, his hand moving back to a slightly less distracting place under the table, gently running his fingers over Wylan’s knee. It was still quite distracting, but it was clear that they’d both focused their attention on their friend.
‘I am,’ Nina said. ‘I want- I need to find a way to get Matthias out of Hellgate. Kaz has said he couldn’t get anyone out- and for now it’s enough that he’s not being put into the fights. But I’m not going anywhere until he’s free. And until then, I might as well stay. It’s rather exciting here. Plus, this place does a mean waffle.’
Wylan smiled.
‘I- I’m glad,’ he said. ‘That you’re staying, I mean.’
Jesper hummed, leaning into Wylan.
‘Me too. This place’d be much more boring without you, Zenik.’
Nina smiled.
‘I know,’ she said. ‘I’m great fun.’
Wylan chuckled, leaning back slightly, content to wait for the waffles as he leaned against Jesper’s chest.
‘I guess that means we’ll eventually break into Hellgate, then,’ Jesper mused, letting go of Wylan’s knee and putting his arm around Wylan’s shoulders and Wylan automatically raised his hand to entangle their fingers. In a moment of courage, he placed his own hand on Jesper’s thigh, just slightly over his knee and he relished in the slight tension in the muscles underneath his hand and the way Jesper pulled him even closer.
‘I thought Kaz said that was impossible,’ Nina said and Wylan was ripped out of the memories of Jespers lips on him, the way Jesper had taken him apart in the dark months ago- running through his mind.
‘Eh,’ Jesper said, and Wylan was pleased to hear a slight note of desperation in his voice as well. ‘Kaz usually says that because he hasn’t thought of a plan yet.’
Wylan huffed.
‘He did survive an encounter with the darkling,’ he said. ‘And planned for it.’
‘That was your work, though,’ Jesper said, gently pressing into Wylan’s touch. Wylan couldn’t help but preen under the attention.
‘Still,’ Wylan said. ‘I might not know Kaz as well as you do, Jes, but I agree. He’ll think of something at some point.’
Nina looked pensive.
‘I hope he does,’ she said. ‘Truth is, I was hoping for that, too. Brekker might be insane, but he managed to pull this off. If he made Pekka Rollins beg on his knees in the middle of a room full of Rollins’ men… well, organising a Hellgate prison break seems like a walk in the park.’
Jesper chuckled.
‘Well, I hope we’re right,’ he said, earnest. ‘I haven’t met your Fjerdan, but I hope we get him out. For you.’
‘I hope so too,’ Wylan said softly.
Nina smiled at them both, a bit wistful.
‘We’d better,’ she finally said. ‘As much as I’m happy for you guys, I’m also incredibly jealous that you don’t have the sea and a bunch of fucking bars between you.’
Wylan’s ears turned red again.
‘I-,’ he croaked. ‘I’m sorry?’
Nina laughed.
‘No, no. Very much not your fault, I’m just saying. It was about time you two figured your shit out.’
Wylan blinked and Jesper choked on his drink.
‘We- it hasn’t been that long,’ Jesper grumbled.
Nina raised an eyebrow.
‘Jes, from the moment I met you, you kept staring at the novice like a lovesick puppy whenever he wasn’t looking. And Wylan literally never stops staring at you either. It was painfully obvious. Your heart rates were going insane just standing next to each other. I mean, cute, but saints, just kiss already.’
Wylan ducked his head, the hand in Jesper’s beginning to fidget nervously.
‘We- we weren’t that obvious,’ he said, his voice small. Nina leaned forwards, smiling.
‘It was obvious to me. But I have an eye for these things- besides, being able to hear heartbeats tells me a lot about you. At least you’re not as unbearable as the other two.’
Jesper snorted.
‘We could never- besides, we’re much cuter,’ he said. ‘Have you looked at us?’
Wylan’s heart did a couple backflips at Jesper’s use of us. He looked back up and saw Nina wink at him.
‘I agree,’ she said. ‘But don’t tell Inej I said that. It’s not her fault that Kaz is- Kaz.’
‘Where is Inej, anyway,’ Wylan asked. ‘She wasn’t there, right?’
Nina’s expression turned pensive.
‘Upstairs. She came in late, after everything. Apparently she’d found some indentures and got them out.’
Jesper hummed.
‘Of course,’ he mumbled. ‘Good- that’s good- but I can’t imagine Kaz took that well.’
Nina shook her head.
‘I can feel both of their heartbeats,’ she said. ‘You couldn’t bribe me enough to interrupt whatever is going on there. It sounds unpleasant.’
Jesper sighed.
‘Me neither,’ he said.
‘He’s definitely pushing her away,’ Nina said. ‘Idiot. How’d you put up with the two of them alone, Jes?’
Jesper shrugged.
‘They’re my friends,’ he said. ‘They might be idiots sometimes… but that doesn’t change that.’
Wylan looked up at Jesper with a smile.
‘Cute,’ he mumbled and instantly Jesper’s expression turned softer.
‘I suppose that’s good,’ Nina mused. ‘My instincts say locking them up in a room wouldn’t help.’
‘Kaz would probably break out in five seconds and then break your legs,’ Wylan mused.
‘And Inej would just. Vanish into thin air,’ Jesper said. ‘I’ve been tempted to try many times, but I- I don’t know. It’ll probably be ineffective.’
Nina sighed.
Then, one of the Dregs came by and placed three plates of waffles in front of them, steaming and delicious and Wylan hadn’t realised just how hungry he was.
‘Oh well,’ Nina said, biting into a waffle happily. ‘They’re adults, they can figure it out. You guys managed.’
Wylan reluctantly removed his hand from Jesper’s thigh and picked up a waffle. He let out a happy moan as he bit into the soft, warm, sweet pastry.
‘I’m almost jealous of that waffle,’ Jesper whispered and Wylan chuckled into his food.
For a few moments the three of them were silent, enjoying their meal after a successful heist– a very successful heist that had freed them from a murder charge.
‘You were right,’ Wylan said, sighing into the waffles. ‘These are amazing,’
Nina nodded sagely.
‘I don’t lie when it comes to waffles,’ she said. ‘Other things. Depends.’
Jesper laughed.
‘Well you fit right in then.’
Wylan smiled, pushing the little part of him aside that was screaming. He didn’t want to think about everything that he was still hiding right now.
Wylan was shaken out of his thoughts when Jesper pushed his empty plate away.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘It’s been lovely chatting with you, Nina. But I’m afraid I’ll have to steal Wylan for a bit.’
‘More than a bit,’ Wylan said, quickly. ‘I need Jesper’s help to look through my… supplies here. Might take all night.’
Nina raised an eyebrow.
‘By all means,’ she said, her lips curling. ‘Don’t let me stop you. Just don’t accidently blow us up.’
‘Wy would never,’ Jesper said, getting off the bench and holding out a hand to pull Wylan with him.
‘Wy, huh,’ Nina said. ‘Cute. Suits you. Have a nice night with your supplies.’
Wylan and Jesper bade Nina a good night and Wylan was positive they were being incredibly obvious as Jesper pulled him up the stairs, distinctly away from where the Dregs’s stores were and towards Jesper’s new room that was suspiciously right next to Wylan’s.
‘So you’re showing me your supplies,’ Jesper teased as they entered his room, toeing off their shoes. ‘Hot.’
Wylan rolled his eyes.
‘I hate you.’
‘No you don’t.’
‘No I don’t. You’re still a little shit.’
Jesper smirked, closing the door and crowding Wylan against it.
‘I am many things,’ he said. ‘But you know that I am not little.’
Wylan blushed.
‘That was a terrible dick joke,’ he said, trying and failing not to react too strongly to Jesper so close in his space, now that they were finally, blessedly alone where they were supposed to be.
‘It was a perfectly innocent comment about my height, gorgeous,’ Jesper said, the fingers of his left hand playing with Wylan’s chin. The other one ran down Wylan’s chest, rounding his waist and pulling him closer until they were chest to chest.
Wylan let out a shuddering breath, nudging Jesper’s nose with his, not giving into the temptation to kiss the other quite yet. Jesper was still too suave and a spark of defiance inside of Wylan wanted to make sure that Jesper was just as untethered as he was.
‘Wy,’ Jesper said as Wylan avoided his lips again, while his hands worked their delicate way down the sharpshooter's front, easily opening the buttons and slowly uncovering a truly addictive expanse of brown skin. ‘Please.’
Wylan grinned.
Almost there, he thought. Just a bit more desperation.
‘Jes,’ he answered, making sure that his lips brushed against Jesper’s with the word, sending toe-curling tingles down his spine. He pulled back before Jesper could deepen the kiss and the silent whine was music to Wylan’s ears.
‘Wylan, please,’ Jesper said. ‘Can I- may I-’
Wylan looked up from Jesper’s lips to meet his eyes and suddenly, all thoughts of Jesper being too suave went out the window because those eyes told a different story. He looked at Wylan like he was about to cry, like the only thing he wanted was to touch Wylan and to never, ever stop touching him, to stay in this room for all eternity. Wylan’s breath hitched.
‘Ghezen,’ he whispered. ‘Yes. Fuck, yes, please.’
It was a testament to how distracted Jesper was that he completely disregarded the fact that Wylan had just cursed for the first time. Instead of teasing him, Jesper moved in, pinning Wylan against the door, their kisses turning hot, sending Wylan’s blood boiling.
‘Wy,’ Jesper moaned against his lips, his breath coming hard. ‘Please.’
Wylan had no idea what Jesper was asking, and he thought the other probably also didn’t know what exactly he wanted. Wylan just wanted more- more of Jesper, more of his hands on Wylan’s body, more whispered names, more soft moans, more of him.
Jesper pulled back, pupils blown wide, his breath coming in shuddered pants.
‘Bed,’ he whispered. ‘If- if that’s okay.’
Wylan pushed himself off the door, missing the stability of it, but instead held onto Jesper as they stumbled into bed, Wylan falling first, only to have Jesper fall on top of him, the weight of the other man’s body sending shivers down his spine.
‘You’re too pretty for your own good,’ Jesper whispered as he kissed a trail down Wylan’s neck. ‘Should be illegal to be this fucking pretty.’
‘I am in bed with a criminal,’ Wylan said, his voice trailing off into a whine when Jesper rediscovered the place where his throat met his collarbone and bit down.
‘I’ve been cleared of all charges,’ Jesper whispered and Wylan had to grab a bunch of Jesper’s coat that was draped over them both, trapping them in their own little world. Jesper was far too good at taking Wylan apart with just a few kisses.
‘Jes,’ Wylan moaned softly as Jesper worked on leaving as many hickeys on his skin as possible. ‘Y-you’re gonna make it impossible- hah- to hide that with a scarf.’
Wylan could feel Jesper smiling against his skin. He pulled back slightly and looked at Wylan with something unnamable and dangerously dazzling in his eyes.
‘Good,’ he whispered, his voice hoarse. ‘Then everyone will know that- that you-’
Jesper trailed off and Wylan’s free hand came to rest on the other’s face, cradling it gently.
‘That I’m yours,’ he finished the sentence that Jesper hadn’t dared. ‘I am, Jes. I want to be.’
Jesper’s smile was radiant.
‘Mine,’ he whispered, in awe. ‘And I’m yours.’
Wylan laughed, surprised by how wet it sounded.
‘Mine,’ he echoed, blinking away the tears in his eyes. ‘We’re not very good at this, are we?’
Jesper laughed, kissing away the few tears from his eyes and moving to Wylan’s lips, the desperate, frantic energy from earlier still lingering in the back of the kiss.
‘We’re not,’ he answered after pulling away. ‘I think I like that about us.’
Wylan smiled so broadly his face hurt.
‘I like us,’ he whispered and Jesper’s eyes looked teary again, sparkling like they’d been in Wylan’s workshop and Wylan couldn’t stop himself from leaning up and kissing him, pouring all the unspoken words, all the secrets he still hadn’t told Jesper and an understanding that there were still secrets that Jesper was holding back from him into the kiss.
Then, Wylan pushed up and rolled them around so he was sitting on Jesper’s lap, his legs bracketing Jesper who was lying diagonally on the bed. Jesper’s hands immediately travelled to Wylan’s thighs, now much less socially acceptably placed than before. Wylan moaned softly as one of Jesper’s hands trailed up his waist, pushing at Wylan’s jacket. With a smile, Wylan got the hint and shrugged off his jacket, throwing it somewhere behind him in the room. He took more care with his waistcoat, placing it on the empty nightstand on one side of the bed as Jesper watched him with sparkling eyes.
‘So many layers,’ Jesper commented, his hands running up Wylan’s tartan dress shirt, fidgeting with his tie.
‘I don’t like being cold,’ Wylan said as he used one hand to undo the complicated knot he preferred on his ties, using the other to steady himself on Jesper’s chest.
‘Well,’ Jesper grinned. ‘I’m here to warm you up whenever you want, handsome.’
Wylan grinned, pulling off the tie and carefully placing it on the nightstand too.
‘I’ll keep that in mind.’
Jesper’s eyes widened as Wylan carefully unbuttoned his shirt, using both hands. Still, Jesper stayed put, staring at him with wide eyes, greedily taking in every bit of slightly freckled pale skin.
Wylan squirmed a little, pressing down against Jesper’s very obvious interest (saints, he did that) and looked away, ducking his head.
‘Hey,’ Jesper said gently, pushing himself up and crowding into Wylan’s space, one hand remaining on his thigh, the other gently guiding his face back. ‘You’re gorgeous.’
Wylan smiled slightly, pushing their noses against each other again.
‘I just- it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,’ he mumbled.
‘Again, it was dark,’ Jesper said, pressing a kiss on Wylan’s cheek. ‘And even if- bold of you to assume I won’t stare just as much in a few years.’
Wylan’s heart did a backflip.
‘A few years?’
Jesper smiled, shakily.
‘If you’ll have me then.’
Wylan breathed softly.
‘I- I hope so,’ he whispered. ‘I’m not a prophet but- can’t imagine I wouldn’t.’
Jesper pressed another kiss against the corner of Wylan’s mouth.
‘Good,’ he whispered. Then, he leaned forward and kissed Wylan again, expert fingers letting go of his chin and helping Wylan open the rest of his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and gently pushing it off so it fell on the floor behind him. Wylan couldn’t care about it getting dirty when Jesper immediately ran his hands over Wylan’s body, his calloused fingers brushing his skin in the most delicious slow torture.
‘This isn’t fair,’ Wylan mumbled as Jesper moved down to kiss his neck again, placing kisses onto his collarbone and shoulders, mapping out the freckles adorning his body. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes.’
Jesper chuckled.
‘If you say so,’ he said and his hands returned to Wylan’s waist and he turned them around again until he was kneeling between Wylan’s spread legs. He pulled off his coat, jacket and shirt in one movement, letting them fall to the ground next to Wylan’s shirt. Then, he leaned down and kissed Wylan again and Wylan thought he would never get enough of the feeling of Jesper’s lips on his, their hot bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling.
Jesper pulled back and moved off of Wylan who whined at the loss of contact. The sharpshooter looked back, grinning.
‘I’m coming back, don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I just need to get some stuff if we want to… break in the bed.’
Wylan grinned, his breath hitching at the promise in Jesper’s words.
‘I’ll allow it,’ he said, pushing himself up the bed until he was leaning against the headboard. ‘But do hurry up.’
Jesper stared at him for a few moments until he hurried over to a bag in the corner of his room and returned with a vial of oil and a clean towel that he set down on the nightstand that Wylan wasn’t using. He crawled back on the bed, plopping down on Wylan’s lap like that wasn’t going to send Wylan into a spiral of desirelustlovedesperation.
‘Aww,’ Jesper said, looking down at Wylan. ‘You can’t kiss me from down there. Shame.’
Wylan’s heart beat out of his chest but he put a hand on Jesper’s chest, pushing him back into the bed and looming over him.
‘Now I can,’ he said and did just that, kissing Jesper hungrily. Jesper moaned into his mouth, his long, clever fingers moving to undo Wylan’s trousers, pushing them down and Wylan would’ve felt shy about it if Jesper’s hands hadn’t frantically moved to do the same with his own trousers and then suddenly both of them were only in their underpants and Jesper had pulled Wylan closer by closing his legs around Wylan’s waist and saints, that felt amazing, the push and pull, the knowledge that it had been Wylan who’d made Jesper so desperate that they were grinding down against each other, groaning into their kiss, their hands roaming over skin and nails digging into backs.
‘Wy,’ Jesper whispered, when they had to stop for breath. ‘H-how do you want to do this?’
Wylan took a deep breath forcing himself to slow down his rhythm to something that would allow him to talk.
‘I- I liked what we did last time,’ Wylan said, remembering how Jesper had used his long fingers to open him up, the press of Jesper inside of him and the pure euphoria of feeling so close to someone. ‘But- I’m open to new things.’
Jesper’s eyes glinted.
‘That’s- that’s amazing. Maybe I could… get that reminder for now… and see what else we can think of after.’
Wylan nodded frantically.
‘Good plan,’ he said, leaning back against the headboard and inelegantly pushing off his pants, as he watched Jesper do the same, getting stuck under the covers a few times. Wylan laughed as they both finally got rid of their last clothes and Jesper huffed, moving back into his space.
‘Very hot,’ Wylan said, unable to think of a moment where he’d been happier.
‘Everything I do is hot,’ Jesper said. ‘You should know.’
Wylan grinned even broader.
‘Mhm, yeah it is, but don’t let that go to your head.’
‘Too late, already has, you think I’m the hottest person alive.’
‘I never said-’
‘You thought it.’
‘Did not.’
‘So did.’
‘Did not.’
‘Did.’
‘Did not.’
‘Did,’ Jesper said and suddenly Wylan felt two slick fingers brushing where he wanted them most. ‘Ready?’
‘Y-yes,’ Wylan whimpered, holding onto Jesper as he felt the push inside.
‘Maybe this’ll change your mind,’ Jesper said, pressing his forehead against Wylan’s. Wylan couldn’t answer, not when Jesper was so bloody good at making him lose his composure, his mind as his fingers expertly played Wylan like an instrument.
Wylan leaned his head back, holding onto Jesper, as the fingers began moving quicker, letting his eyes fall almost closed as Jesper started to kiss his collarbones again.
‘Saints, this is so much better than last time,’ Jesper groaned as Wylan found his hair, playing with a stray curl, his legs closing around Jesper’s waist in an effort to get him closer, deeper.
‘Please, Jes,’ Wylan whined after a while. ‘I- I want you-’
‘Fuck, anything,’ Jesper whispered. ‘Anything.’
It didn’t take long for Jesper to situate himself, their bodies entangled, Jesper’s hands on Wylan’s face and between their bodies, making Wylan fall apart, while Wylan could only hold onto the nape of Jesper’s neck and run his free hand down Jesper’s back desperately.
‘Can I?’
Wylan nodded frantically, and finally, deliciously, devastatingly, Jesper pushed inside, slow and deliberate and wonderful.
‘Ah- saints,’ Wylan whispered as Jesper bottomed out. ‘S-so much better.’
Jesper laughed deliriously.
‘B-beautiful,’ he muttered. ‘Fuckin’ gorgeous-’
‘So’re you,’ Wylan whimpered, looking up at Jesper, cataloguing the desperation in his eyes, the way his brow furrowed in delirium, the way his mouth was open slightly, enticingly. Wylan leaned up to kiss Jesper, deep and slow and utterly sublime.
‘Move, please,’ he whispered between kisses and Jesper didn’t have to be asked twice and soon they’d found a slow, deliberate pace that made Wylan’s entire body sing with pleasure.
It was so different from the quick, fast, hard first time they’d had, somewhere in a shady inn at the bottom of the Barrel. This was so much more- so much more intense, so much more life-changing, so much realer than anything Wylan had previously experienced.
The angle was strange, their teeth kept clashing and Wylan couldn’t do more than weakly move with Jesper’s rhythm but it didn’t matter, because it was perfect, because it was Jesper and Wylan and because Jesper had said that he wanted to find out where things went- because Jesper thought Wylan was pretty and handsome and smart and Jesper was all of those things and so much more and Wylan sunk into the pleasure, tears running down his face, his cheeks hurting from smiling and as they stopped for a moment, Wylan saw tears streak down Jesper’s face as well and saints, he was the most beautiful person Wylan had ever laid eyes on.
‘Stunning,’ Jesper groaned as he sped up slightly, his composure slipping more and more and Wylan brushed away some of his tears, pressing kisses against the corners of Jesper’s eyes.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered, back arching at a particularly deep thrust combined with an expert twist of Jesper’s hand. ‘M-m close.’
Wylan knew it was quick, but he’d been on edge for hours now and Jesper only nodded.
‘Me too,’ he whispered. ‘Together?’
Wylan nodded, pressing their foreheads together and relishing in the shudders running through both their bodies.
‘Saints, yes,’ he answered and Jesper started to speed up, his hand matching his thrusts and Wylan desperately fought to keep his eyes open as he felt his climax approaching, unstoppable, delirious and divine- and when he saw Jesper’s eyes almost flutter close, his mouth open in a quiet chant, a quiet prayer of Wylan’s name, Wylan let himself go, watching Jesper fall apart above him as Wylan followed him into delirium, with Jesper’s name on his lips, a soft, private moan, meant for no one else but Jesper who’d made him feel things he hadn’t thought possible.
At some point Wylan must’ve closed his eyes because when he opened them again, Jesper was still panting on top of him, eyes closed, shuddering through the aftershocks, a stupid, ecstatic smile on his lips.
‘That was-,’ he started.
‘Better than last time?’ Wylan teased.
‘Better than any time,’ Jesper said, his brown eyes opening and Wylan was once again speechless at their depth. ‘So much better.’
Wylan ducked his head, nudging Jesper’s nose with his again.
‘That’s- that’s a big compliment- and for me too,’ he said, quietly.
Jesper giggled and Wylan joined him, giddy energy contagious in the air as they stayed, laughing quietly in the darkness, bodies impossibly entangled and their hearts beating in unison.
Finally, Jesper pulled back, reaching for the towel he’d brought to clean up Wylan and himself. Wylan kissed him gently as thanks before Jesper reached down, retrieving the blankets and a wide, poofy white shirt.
‘What’s that for?’ Wylan asked.
‘So you don’t get cold,’ Jesper said with a smile. ‘And so I can look at you all cute in my clothes.’
Wylan blushed. He pulled the shirt on, realising how much it smelled like Jesper and rolled closer towards him, wanting to be in Jesper’s space as much as he could, safe under the blanket.
‘Thank the saints,’ Jesper said, reaching out both arms. ‘You’re a cuddler. I might’ve cried if you didn’t want to cuddle.’
Wylan smiled, resting his head on Jesper’s chest, feeling the still slightly unsteady heartbeat thundering beneath him as they wrapped their arms around each other, their legs tangling.
‘I’m usually up for cuddling you.’
Jesper pressed a kiss against Wylan’s forehead.
‘Fantastic,’ he murmured. ‘H-how are you doing?’
Wylan looked up, meeting Jesper’s eyes.
‘Brilliant,’ Wylan said, earnestly. ‘Never better.’
Jesper smiled softly.
‘Good- I just. I hope this wasn’t too fast for you… I’m not really sure what the right procedure is with- with a relationship.’
Wylan’s heart skipped a beat. He pushed himself up so he was leaning over Jesper again.
‘Me neither- but it wasn’t too fast for me if it wasn’t too fast for you. And- I guess we’re the ones to decide what the right procedure is… for our relationship.’
Jesper looked up at Wylan with a softness in his expression that made Wylan swoon.
‘C’me here,’ Jesper murmured and Wylan could never deny him anything when he looked like that and asked so sweetly.
He leaned down and kissed Jesper and lost himself in the gentle, careful bliss.