Summary: Lips were soft and warm against Ray's own. He kissed them like he needed it, like this was more important than food and water, and everything else.
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Lips were soft and warm against Ray's own. He kissed them like he needed it, like this was more important than food and water, and everything else. Their body was pressed into his. His hands had found their waist at some point, pulling them close until there was no space left between them.
His mind couldn't wrap around any details outside of how they felt. Their body was hot, seemingly burning up, and they held onto him like they were afraid to let go. He couldn't tell who it was, but he could assume. It was Jan, it had to be.
She was pliant as they kissed, letting herself be trapped against him. He was hard already, pressing against her urgently, though he did nothing about it. He wanted to rock into her, to feel the warm planes of her body.
At the same time, he worried this would be over too quickly if he did. Maybe she would stop him, maybe he would spill as soon as he started. That worry won out in the end. He could be content just kissing her. Her tongue pressed against his, a lingering sweetness clinging to her skin. Yeah, this could be enough.
But then her leg pressed in between his. It slotted itself right up against his crotch and his hips jerked involuntarily. His immediate thought was that it had been an accident, that she hadn't meant to. She didn't shy away from him, though.
Her thigh nudged more firmly against him, giving him something solid to press into. His hips moved before he could think about about it, the permission being all he needed. The friction wasn't nearly as good as it would be to fuck her, but he would take anything he could get.
Maybe she would finally let him fuck her, though. This wasn't like her, taking so much initiative and encouraging him to rub against her. He decided against questioning it.
His hands explored, slipping away from her waist to grope at her ass. He was as gentle as he could be, but knew he was probably still rougher than he meant to be. He often was. She didn't pull away to complain at him, so he continued on.
Already, he was embarrassingly close. It had never taken much, especially with her. His thighs tightened around her leg, moving without any coordination. He groaned against her lips and he could swear he heard her laugh.
He pulled away from the kiss, confusion filling him. Jan never acted like this, what had changed today? He enjoyed rutting against her leg, but the laugh sent a wave of embarrassment through his body. He didn't have the chance to say anything, not that he knew what he wanted to say anyway, before she kissed him again.
She acted desperate for him and he shuddered at the thought. There was that familiar coil of heat in his stomach and he knew he truly was close now. Any insecurity or worry pushed out of his mind in favor of chasing his own release. He rocked quicker into her thigh, holding back another groan. She smiled against him and he just needed a bit more, a bit more and he would-
Teeth sank into his bottom lip, hard enough that he worried it might draw blood. The pain shocked him enough that he instinctively pulled away, his cock aching from losing contact as he pushed her away from him. She'd never done anything like that, he wasn't even certain he liked it. He wanted to question her, but every word died in his throat when he opened his eyes and was met by the sight of Stebbins.
His lips were pinkened from kissing, looking more disheveled than Ray had ever seen him. He closed his eyes and then opened them again, expecting Jan to actually be in his place when he looked again. But there he stood all the same. A small smile was on his face, taunting Ray, and he was still hard in his jeans.
They both stared at one another, not moving or speaking. Ray tried to find his voice. He wanted to say something to him, although he didn't even know what that would be. He opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out.
Ray's body jerked awake, the way it did when he sometimes thought he was falling just before he went to sleep. His heart hammered in his chest and he was aware of the fact he was hard in the real world too. It was to the point of being painful, but he knew well enough he wasn't going to do anything about it.
Not here, not now.
He checked the time. Just under two hours had passed since he last looked at it. He couldn't remember how long he had stayed away after that. The small amount of sleep he managed to get had done little to distract him from the pain. If they were able to get actual sleep, maybe.
But there was no rest here. There was no bed to let him recover, there was no reprieve for his aching muscles or the stabbing pain in his feet. He was exhausted down into his bones. In the beginning, the sleep he got had been helpful. Now, he often woke up feeling worse than he had before. What sort of sense did that make? And now, he could add the pain in his crotch to the list of worries.
His head snapped back to glare at Stebbins. A moment later, seemingly able to feel eyes on him, Stebbins looked at him too. Ray's eyes narrowed even more as though Stebbins had been projecting the thoughts into his head.
Here and now, Ray no longer knew what to make of Stebbins. His opinions on him changed too frequently. For all he knew, Stebbins may have been able to do that. He had a way of getting under Ray's skin and into his head.
Stebbins said nothing to him, of course. He did give him a curious look, though. It seemed as if Stebbins was trying to figure something out about Ray too. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction, turning his head back to face ahead.
He continued trudging along. Anger welled in his chest, boiling and nearly overwhelming. He wanted to scream at Stebbins, but he thought better of it. He let the anger simmer down into motivation, walking forward fueled by spite now.
He would win this, he needed to. There was something he had to prove to Stebbins. He wished he knew what it was.
