#they also cuddle

[stellar-stream]

I love these two so much, one is my friends @leclerrcslove (short hair, his name is Basil) the other is mine (long hair, his name is felix)

[satisfiedmoonwatcher]

Perceived in French

Summary: Sure gets lonely being a mercenary. Especially when no one knows you exist. But someone has noticed. And that someone has been dreaming about getting close to that body for years. Could there be more there than midnight meetups?

Mild PWP.

Warnings: 18+. Contains: Male x male. Oral, rim job, hand jobs, fingering, thigh fucking, anal, swallowing, throat fucking, cum shot, mild somnophilia (sleep grinding), cuddling.

Some depictions of violence and blood (fighting). Minor talk of drugs, alcohol and self harm. Lots of bad language and swears. Gets a little gritty. (These boys are mercs for crying out loud.)

Word count: 8,777 - Rub one off.

Pairings: Jake Lockley x Jean-Paul DuChamp (Frenchie).

MCU/Comics. Chose your fantasy.

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Marc always forgot how dark it got out in the desert. Far away from any cities or major towns. There was nothing to see but the silhouette of the sand dunes on the horizon. 

Now and then movement would catch his eye, reminding him that the desert was not a wasteland of nothing. There were birds, insects, lizards, foxes, and various other things looking to hunt away from the heat of the day. 

Behind him in the distance he knew his team was sitting around the fire by their tents and laughing about things that didn’t matter. If he was back there, perhaps he would laugh too. Perhaps he would feel included. 

But it was Thursday and he had watch duty. They didn’t really have anything in particular to watch for. It just meant that directly after a mission, there was a higher chance of someone following them back to base camp with an idea of revenge or taking any spoils. 

So here Marc sat, on the hood of his jeep in the cold and in the dark, looking out into the desert at nothing. 

Admittedly today was probably not a good day for him to be on watch. He had been feeling tired and strange all day. 

It had started in the early morning when they raided a camp set up by some people who may or may not have been raiding local villages. They never looked into the claims. All they knew was that the money spoke louder than any claims to the contrary. 

They stormed the camp. He took a misstep and a bullet grazed his arm, leaving a bloody gash for him to clean up later. It had rattled him. If he hadn’t of tripped the bullet would have gone right through his head. 

He still wasn’t sure what he had tripped over. It was like his leg had just decided to stop working. 

Marc distantly heard his radio crackle. Someone was talking back at camp. It didn’t sound important and he didn’t bother to get up and check it. If it was urgent then they would call him. 

His radio crackled again and he stared up into the star filled sky. It was so empty out there. So big. So alone. 

He felt his eyelids droop and his body sink down. 

“OYE!” Someone was suddenly at his side yelling. 

He felt his body jerk in alarm and-

“Hey hey hey!” Jean-Paul lay pinned on the ground, hands up in surrender with a large knife held to his throat. 

Jake blinked and stared down at the man he was straddling. “Idiota.” He slowly withdrew the knife and slipped it back into the holder at his side. 

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Jean-Paul smiled up at him. “Tried to radio you but you didn’t pick up. Thought I better make sure you aren't dead out here.” 

Jake looked up and around as if just now noticing it was dark. “What time is it?” He sighed and rubbed his temples, fighting off a headache. The act made him feel the ache in his shoulder where the bullet had grazed earlier. “Please tell me this has been properly taken care of.” 

“Well it’s fuck-o-clock is as much as I know.” Jean-Paul shifted under Jake and grinned. He had been around Marc long enough to know when the man he was talking to was not Marc. Marc was a very secretive and private man who never talked about his past. 

This was not abnormal when it came to fellow mercenaries. You either got the guys that wouldn’t shut up about their dark and troubled pasts, or the guys that barely strung two sentences together. 

After so many years of working together and trusting one another, Jean-Paul had started to notice what he called ‘the other’. He came out in stressful situations, in dangerous situations, or when he felt Marc was taking bad risks. 

Usually ‘the other’ was not around for long. He would handle the situation and Marc would blink back in, quite literally, and be none-the-wiser. He suspected that Marc was not fully aware of ‘the other’ but that Marc was hiding some form of mental problem that possibly explained it. 

This was the first time Jean-Paul had actually gotten an up close and personal look at the other man. A very up close look. He flushed deeply and shifted under him. 

Jake looked down, suddenly aware of sitting on top of someone. He blinked in confusion for a moment but didn’t move. “Lo siento. Sorry. Just… Give me a moment.” He closed his eyes tightly and appeared to be struggling with something internally. 

“Are you leaving so soon?” Jean-Paul reached up and lightly touched the injured shoulder. “Let me take a look at that. You know Marc won’t do shit to tend to it.” 

Jake blinked and looked down at him in surprise. “Sure.” He shifted and slowly climbed off him, kneeling in the sand. 

Jean-Paul sat up and brushed himself off. “Fucking desert. I miss South America. Never thought I’d be missing that humid jungle, huh?” 

“Better food there.” Jake got up and went to his jeep. He started to peel the layers off, tossing his scarf, jacket, and hat into the passenger seat. He pulled his shirt off and set it aside while looking at his arm. 

Jean-Paul stared. He had always admired Marc’s body. The lean build, the muscles defined so nicely on his arms. His pecks that made Jean-Paul wonder if he didn’t have mommy issues with how badly he wanted to squeeze them. 

What caught him off guard was how differently this person seemed to carry himself. Marc was so compact and tight. He was a bundle of tension that took up a space of his own and radiated deep ‘don’t touch me’ vibes. 

This man let those muscles stretch as he slowly rolled his shoulder out, testing the tension. He stood up tall and almost seemed to lengthen the body. He moved with a grace and confidence that Marc lacked. 

The vibes were still incredibly deadly and if what Jean-Paul had seen on the battlefield was right, incredibly skilled in more than a few ways in causing death. Yet there was a loneliness there. 

“It looks like it isn’t deep.” Jake glanced back at him and raised an eyebrow. “Por favor.” He held up the medical kit and a roll of bandages. 

Jean-Paul felt his knees go weak as that look and that phrase bounced around in his head. Por favor… 

He licked his lips, suddenly very aware of how dry it was there. “Yeah.” He moved to him and took the kit. “You uh.. Saved his ass back there. Good move.” He carefully applied some antibiotic ointment to the gash and some gauze before he started to wrap it. 

Jake only nodded, watching him intently. There was an unspoken question there that was weighing heavily between them. 

“You don’t work this closely with a man for this long without noticing the little things. If you miss these things, you can wind up dead, no? So I notice when Marc is not Marc. At first I thought it was a coping thing. I’ve seen a few of those. Go somewhere else so you don’t have to remember the violence. But this is different. I don’t care what this is. I don’t need you to explain it to me. Marc seems to not want to talk about whatever this is… But I hope you know that I see you and you are welcome in my books.” Jean-Paul taped off the bandage then patted it gently into place. He looked up at Jake then ghosted a soft kiss over the wound. “For luck.” 

Jake glanced down at the bandage then looked back up into Jean-Paul’s eyes. “I notice the little things too.” 

Jean-Paul kept waiting for him to look away. To say something else. To push him away or to get dressed in a hurry. All things he had seen before when he got too close. But this man stared into his soul and didn’t flinch. 

“I forget how cold it is in the desert at night.” Jake at last looked away, breathing out slowly. “I don’t think anyone is coming. Not from this direction anyway. We would have seen movement on the dunes by now if they were.” 

“Uh huh.” Jean-Paul shook his head and glanced around, anywhere but at the man before him. “Yeah. Do you want to head back to the camp?” 

Jake opened the back of the jeep and climbed in, stretching out across the seats. “I think I’ll be fine out here. I prefer the privacy one gets out here.” 

Jean-Paul swallowed hard as Jake stared at him from the jeep, a small grin on his face. “I can… I can offer some company. If you like.” He was suddenly nervous. He felt like a boy again back in school when he first looked up in the locker room and realized that perhaps his desires lay here and not in the locker across the hall with the pretty ladies. 

Jake’s smirk widened and he slid a leg over, opening up a seat. 

Jean-Paul moved so fast that he nearly fell out of the jeep on the first attempt to get in. Once inside, he shut the door and sat back in the seat. The situation got to him and he started to laugh. 

“Christ.” He put his face in his hands and felt like crying. “Look at me. So desperate for anything. I follow this man around like a dog, hoping he will notice me. Hoping this Spector sees me as a comrade he can trust. A friend. Maybe more. Now here I am with hopes so high and for what?” He muttered to himself in French, feeling miserable and sorry for himself. “I am sorry, my friend. I don’t even know your name.” 

He moved as if to get out of the jeep and a hand caught his elbow. “I see you, Jean-Paul DuChamp.” There was a tug and Jean-Paul was spun around slightly. Lips found his and a hand snaked up into his hair, pulling him closer as the lips explored and a tongue pressed for access. 

The taste of old cigarette, stale coffee, and mint gum came to him. His hands explored up and down the bare back, tracing the muscles and feeling how they moved and flexed with each shift of positions. 

Jake moved and straddled his waist pushing them back into the seat further and making the jeep creak under them. 

Jean-Paul pulled back, catching his breath as he gazed up at the man on him. His heart pounded as this man stared back at him with such intensity and focus. This was not a man used to doing things half-assed. 

“Wait… Mon ami…” He was flushed and glad it was too dark for this man to see the redness that was surely spreading across his face. “You are not Marc. How can I have this body if I don’t even know who is inside?” He reached up and hesitantly slid a hand across the bare chest before him. 

It was everything he thought it would be. Firm and soft all at once as he traced a peck and ghosted a thumb over a pert nipple. 

Jake closed his eyes and parted his lips, letting out a soft shuddering sigh that made Jean-Pau deeply regret stopping. 

Jake arched his back and pulled Jean-Paul’s head in, letting it rest against his chest. “Amigo… You can call me Jake. If you breathe a word of me to Marc then you will never see us again. Right now, this body is mine to do with as I please and what I please is you.” 

Jake shifted and Jean-Paul felt something large and firm press to his stomach. Glancing down he realized it was Jake’s erection straining against the tight jeans that Marc loved to wear. 

A string of french dirty enough to make a saint weep left his mouth as he buried his face back into the chest until his chapped lips found a nipple and sucked. 

The sounds Jake made with each suck caused his own erection to grow and twitch in desperate need. It had been far too long traveling in such tight company. Sweet release only came in wet dreams and hurried sessions out behind the hole in the ground they called a shitter. 

This was hardly a romantic setting or ideal ‘bed’ to maneuver around on, but the sound of a zipper being undone was an angelic chorus in itself. 

Jake shifted and groaned in relief as he freed his dick. “Mierde. Marc needs to stop wearing such tight pants… Ah…” He shifted again and Jean-Paul felt the weight of his dick against his stomach. 

“Oh sweet angels in heaven.” He looked down and stared at the pulsing monster between them. “Jake…” He tried the name softly. “I am going to worship this body now and you can believe that I will never breathe a word of this to Marc in my life… this has got to be a dream.” 

He didn’t wait for Jake to respond. Cursing the confines of the jeep, he shoved Jake back into the seats and sank down between his legs. He pulled till the jeans and boxers were down fully then struggled till they were off and clear, tossed aside carelessly. He took a moment to admire the naked adonis before him. 

“Where to start…” Jean-Paul laughed breathily. 

Jake looked up at him with that same knowing grin as before. It occurred to him that perhaps Jake had been watching him all these years. Somewhere behind Marc’s eyes this man before him had been watching him and waiting. 

Jake reached down and gripped his dick, giving it a few strokes for good measure and arching his hips up. “Not exactly swimming in the lube here or condoms. I think our options are a little limited.” 

Jean-Paul gave a breathy laugh and shivered. “There is no way in hell I’m taking that up my ass without some vigorous stretching first.” He reached out and dared to slide his fingers across the tip, making Jake hiss and jerk his hips. 

Jean-Paul flushed and sank down, daring to brush his lips where his fingers had just been. He was rewarded with another breathy gasp and twitch of the hips. He exhaled across the tip and slowly slid his tongue around the head before wrapping his lips around and giving a hard suck. 

Hands slid through his hair and gripped, urging him on, then loosened and stroked gently, trembling in need. The spanish that followed as Jean-Paul sank lower and pushed to take his whole dick in was enough to make him groan around the girth pushing into his throat. 

He bobbed, slowly working his tongue down the underside of the length and daring to take him in up to the base then pulling back out to the tip again. A hand moved up and cupped Jake’s balls, slowly rolling them and massaging them with each stroke of his lips. His other hand slid down to his own groin and fumbled with the zipper and button. 

“Ah… Corazon.” Jake groaned and pulled him off after a moment. “Strip. I want you on your hands and knees.” 

Jean-Paul never stripped so fast in his life, only slowing down as he sat back and struggled to get his shoes off so his pants could follow. 

Jake watched him like a cat, waiting patiently and looking over every part of him. He waited as Jean-Paul rolled over to his hands and knees, looking down at his own erection that was already wet with pre-cum across the tip. 

“Press your thighs together.” Jake moved behind him, hunching down to avoid hitting the ceiling in the small space. He leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I want to fuck you someday, but this will have to do for now.” 

Jean-Paul shivered and squeezed his thighs together as tightly as he could. He felt the push and watched as Jake’s dick slipped between his thighs to nudge and slide against his balls. “Oh god.” Was all he could say as he felt Jake’s hips smack into his backside. 

He could imagine that dick pushing into him, stretching him open further than he’d ever gone before. The pain and then the pleasure of being filled. Of how it would have found his prostate so easily and just about destroyed him. 

Jake reached down and slowly wrapped his fingers around Jean-Paul’s dick and started to stroke, matching the pace of his own thrusts that moved them forward roughly. 

He knew right away he wouldn’t last long. The jeep rocked with each forceful shove forward, making Jean-Paul groan as he too bucked into the hand gripping him. 

He came hard, arching back into Jake and letting out a string of curses in any language he knew. 

Jake gripped his hip tightly and bucked hard, shooting his load down the front of Jean-Paul heavily. 

Jean-Paul half collapsed, burying his face in his arms, panting as he felt Jake lay across his back fully. He felt the thick cock slip from between his thighs and Jake slowly pull away. 

“Fuck.” Jean-Paul rolled over and slowly sat up in the seat. “Jake… Please tell me this was not a one off. I don’t think I can stand knowing I could never touch you again.” 

Jake sat back in the seat next to him. He looked Jean-Paul over and moved to grab a stash of tissues from behind the seat, holding them out to let him clean up. 

It was easy to see that Jake was thinking. He looked like he was always thinking and analyzing everything. 

At last Jake started to pull his clothes on. “If we meet again. It might be nice to… talk.” 

“If we meet again?” Jean-Paul sighed and cleaned up then moved to get dressed. “I know a dismissal when I hear one.” 

Jake reached out and grabbed his arm. “Amigo. I do not take time from Marc. Marc has enough trouble with… Other things. When I am here, I am here. If we are together and not fighting for our lives… Perhaps someone else saying my name for a change might be nice.” 

Jean-Paul smiled. “I can live with that. I hope we meet many times.” He grinned and leaned in to steal a kiss before slipping out of the jeep. “Perhaps Marc will come around too.” 

Jake frowned. “Doubtful. He is…” He didn’t want to say it.

“An idiot.” Jean-Paul sighed deeply. “I know. And I am a hopeless romantic who is willing to wait forever for what will never be.” 

Jake shrugged and grinned, moving shut the door. “Good night, Jean-Paul.” 

“Good night, Jake.” Jean-Paul watched as Jake’s body flinched and then stretched and changed posture. He would know those square shoulders anywhere. “Good night, Marc…” He sighed and headed back to the camp. 

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It was only two weeks before Jean-Paul saw Jake again. Fleeting, though it was. 

Marc always took the lead when running into battle. It was something the whole team had come to rely on. The man acted as if he were invulnerable and he was good at what he did. 

Only Jean-Paul saw the flinch as someone ambushed him and engaged in a quick up close attack. The knife came out and there was a flash of blood. The assailant went down and Jake looked up at him, panting and wild as if looking for the next fight. Their eyes locked and Jake smirked and gave a wink before Marc’s brows furrowed and he looked down at the would-be attacker. He put the knife away and continued on. 

It happened many times over the course of that mission. It was a mediocre job full of bad intel and worse assignments, but it paid well and at the end, they were happy enough to collect and get out. 

When night fell, Jean-Paul lay in his tent thinking about how he would spend his money. There was talk of heading to Morocco and that meant fancy food, drugs, and paying too much for a pretty face to follow you to bed. It was the usual life for men that had nothing left but time and money. 

He heard a rustle at his tent door and sat up quickly. It was uncommon to have anyone visit him in his tent, let alone in the middle of the night. 

He blinked as a familiar form stepped in and took a casual stance, hands in pockets and head cocked to one side. 

“Jake? What happened? Is everything alright?” Jean-Paul moved to get up, looking for his gun holster. 

A hand went out and caught him, holding him steady. “Everything is fine. Marc had a… A bad dream. If we try to sleep now, it will just be a night of stress. I saw your light was still on so…” He waved a hand as if the implication was obvious. 

Jean-Paul sat back down and sighed in relief. “Is that what you do? Take over when he’s in danger and having nightmares? Not much of a life, huh?” 

Jake considered as he glanced around the tent, seeing what sorts of things Jean-Paul considered important enough to keep. “I take over when the stress is too real.” 

“I wish I had something like that.” Jean-Paul sighed and slouched back on his cot. “What horrors does one have to go through to get someone certified enough to handle this shit?” 

Jake gave a small laugh that was filled with bitterness. “Childhood ones. Not this shit. This shit gives you other problems.” 

Jean-Paul nodded. His childhood horrors had turned him into a mercenary for hire. “Is this shit what gives him the nightmares? Sometimes we hear him screaming at night. Sometimes we all scream at night, honestly…” The song of the soldier. They all learned to ignore the shrieks and cries that came from the tent nextdoor. 

Jake frowned and slowly walked around the small space, glancing at the folding table with journals and maps on it. His eyes flitted over pictures of various people that once mattered and a few current ones of the people that had fought at his side. 

“No. The nightmares are what followed from a previous life. This shit just reminds us why we’re out here.” He leaned back against the table. “I hear we’re going to Morocco. Marc is going to get drunk and spend the next few days in a stupor. What are your plans, DuChamp?” 

Jean-Paul mulled it over. “I had planned on getting drunk with him the first night. After that… I know an opium den that usually welcomes me in with open arms.” 

“Hmm. Things Marc doesn’t need.” Jake sighed. “I was hoping that perhaps you had other inclinations… Perhaps visiting the hotel room of a man in need of a good proper fucking.” 

Jean-Paul raised an eyebrow and swallowed. “Will you be available in Morocco?” 

Jake laughed. “If Marc had his way he would drink himself into the ground. I give him one night and then take the rest away before he throws himself off a building or…worse.” 

Jean-Paul thought about all the other times they had gone out to blow through their money. How Marc would disappear after a day or two and return looking pissed and with no memory of the rest of their excursions. He had thought it was from being blackout drunk. 

He looked up at Jake fully. The more he learned the more he needed to know about this mysterious man. The more he wanted to be the one letting him work out his stressful life. 

“I’ve got some time on my hands now… You know, if your dick is feeling a little….dry.” He licked his lips and shifted on the cot. 

Jake shifted and smiled. He slowly undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. “Tonight your mouth is mine. Tomorrow I own your ass.” 

“Merde…” He was on his knees faster than a catholic in church. “God, Jake… You are going to split me in half…” He crawled to him and slowly slid his fingers over his dick, coaxing it into full hardness. 

Jake only grunted as Jean-Paul placed a wet kiss on the tip and a sharp suck that made him hiss in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

“DuChamp…” A warning slipped out with a hiss. “Ah… No marks. Save those for later. I can’t…” 

Jean-Paul laughed and turned his kisses into delicat licks. He loved the idea of Marc getting up in the morning for his first piss and wondering why he had a fat hickey across his dick. A secret marker to claim the body as his own. 

He wanted this body. He wanted to lick every part of it. To know the taste of him. 

He kissed his balls gently then sucked each one in, rolling them over his tongue before moving lower. 

Jake’s breathing hitched as he spread his legs. As powerful and controlling as he seemed, Jean-Paul wondered just how experienced this man was. 

His tongue found Jake’s puckered ass easily and probed, slicking it up and slowly pressing past the delicate tight ring of muscles he found there. “God you’re so tight…” 

A whimper escaped Jake’s lips and control was quickly leaving him as he gripped Jean-Paul’s hair, pulling and digging in tightly. “Ah… Oh god…” 

“I think your ass is mine tonight.” Jean-Paul smirked and pushed his tongue inside, running it around the muscles that clenched and trembled there. He could leave marks here, he thought with a grin. Pulling back he slipped down and sucked the back of a thigh sharply and bit down. 

“Ah!” Jake’s body jerked and he looked down at Jean-Paul with wide eyes. “Hijo de puta. You want to play rough? You think you can own this body?” 

Jean-Paul smirked up at him. “I think I know what I’m doing and you’re here for the ride.” He swept Jake’s feet out from under him and maneuvered him till he was on his hands and knees. 

Quickly shifting to get behind him before Jake could protest, he spread his ass and dove in, licking and sucking at the tender flesh there with renewed vigor. 

The string of spanish that filled the small area was likely to be heard in the next tent over. 

Jake’s hips jerked and Jean-Paul was pleased to see the fat cock hanging down twitch and start to drip precum heavily. He reached down and collected the fluid, letting it slide over his fingers. 

“Relax, mon ami.” He pressed a finger to Jake’s entrance and slowly wiggled it and slipped it inside. He could feel how tense he was, clenching and pushing against his finger desperately. It was nothing compared to the panting whimpers that started to come from the man’s lips. 

“Never been penetrated before, hm?” Jean-Paul groaned. “Did I just take your virginity?” He pushed the finger in deeper and slowly moved it around, exploring him. “I wonder if I can make you cum from just this… You are so sensitive… Are you close?” 

He curled his finger as Jake started to groan. “Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck!” His hips jerked and it was more than clear that he was trying to stay in control of the situation. 

Jean-Paul moved to lay on his back, sliding down between Jake’s legs so he could watch that big beautiful dick twitch and bob above him. He kept his finger wiggling inside him, sliding in and out slowly and stretching him. “Cum for me. Cum for me, Jake. I want to see you cum.” 

His finger pushed deeper and curled, searching…searching… “There.” Jean-Paul found his prostate and stroked across it hard. 

The sounds that Jake made would haunt every wet dream Jean-Paul would ever have again. He pushed again and again, stroking and nudging the ball of nerves until Jake’s hips bucked hard, his dick jerking as it started to shoot out thick ropes of cum. 

Jean-Paul gripped his dick with his free hand and was instantly on him, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking out the fluid, swallowing each load down eager. 

Jake thrashed as his prostate was probed, forcing his orgasm to stretch out as he shot out more than he ever had before. His arms trembled as he struggled to stay upright. “Mierde… Ah… ah!” He rolled, the finger at last leaving him but his dick did not escape the starved mouth. 

Jean-Paul rolled with him, now on top and between his legs as he sucked his dick in to the back of his throat easily. It had been too long since he had tested his gag reflex and he was pleased with just how full Jake filled him. He felt the head nudge the back of his throat and he swallowed, humming around him deeply. 

Fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving deep marks that he would cherish. Hips arched, fucking into his mouth wantonly, pushing deeper and nearly suffocating him with each thrust. 

Hands moved down to his own zipper eagerly pulling his dick out as he sucked. His hands were shaky as he stroked, he could feel Jake working up to another orgasm. 

Jake arched his whole body, drawing blood with his fingernails as he shoved his dick to the back of Jean-Paul’s throat and came. He could feel the throat muscles working as the man sucked him down, desperate not to lose a single drop. 

Jean-Paul groaned as the dick in his mouth stopped twitching. He slowly released it, pleased at the angry red color of his swollen head. Moving up, he straddled Jake’s mid section and let his own dick slap down on the well defined chest there. 

“Oh god…Jake…” He gripped handfuls of Jake’s pecks and started to squeeze, pinching the nipples and pushing them together. “Such a dirty body… Begging for me… Begging to be fucked… Ah… Ah!” He came hard, letting his cum splatter across Jake’s chest. 

Both collapsed, panting and trembling together. Slowly, Jean-Paul rolled off him and lay next to him on the floor. “Christ… I think I blacked out there.” 

“DuChamp…” Jake groaned and glanced down at his chest, taking in the mess. “I think if this had been Marc I would have been triggered out about halfway into that. Been thinking about doing this long?” 

“Since I first laid eyes on that body of yours.” Jean-Paul laughed. “You have spectacular tits… and that ass… Oh fuck.” He looked over at him with a smile. “Was it too much?” 

Jake sat up slightly and groaned as his dick flopped to the side, still partly hard. “I’m starting to worry about Morocco. Maybe I will let Marc go on a bender.” 

Jean-Paul pushed him back down and moved to slowly lick his own cum off that beautiful chest. “Mnh. You know you want to fuck me.” He smirked as he licked over a nipple slowly. “I bet you’ve never had an ass before. You’ll never want anything else again. I’m going to let you pound me so fucking hard.” 

Jake groaned and shoved him away. “I’m not letting that mouth of yours near me again for a while. Marc’s going to wake up sore tomorrow and you are going to have to be the one to explain it to him.” 

Jake slowly got up and grabbed his clothes in a bundle. “Good night, Jean-Paul.” He smirked as he left the tent. 

Jean-Paul laughed and lay back. “Good night, Jake.” 

-

True to his nature, Marc drank enough to kill a man. He staggered around the bar until Jean-Paul sipped the empty bottle from his fingers and escorted him back to his hotel room. 

“Christ, Marc.” Jean-Paul glanced around the room. There was overturned furniture and all reflective surfaces were covered by curtains and bed sheets. He looked down at the man passed out in the bed and sighed. “What is your pain? What hurts you so much that you become two?” 

Jean-Paul took a seat, watching to make sure his friend did not suffocate on his own vomit in the night. So much for his plans at the opium den. His own pain was a dull ache that would have to be worked out later. 

When consciousness returned, he helped Marc to the bathroom and held him up while his body rejected the poison inside. Expensive bottled water was drained, but they could afford it for now. Aspirin was taken and a shower was had, Jean-Paul respectfully helping his friend up so he wouldn’t slip and fall as he leaned against the wall in the too hot water. 

When Marc was finally able to stand on his own, a towel wrapped around his waist, he blinked as if finally seeing Jean-Paul for the first time. 

“Fuck. Frenchie? How much is left? I think I can get some of that expensive shit. Bartender wouldn’t crack it open for me yesterday. Bastard’s gonna open it today. Buy the whole fucking bottle.” Marc took a staggering step towards what was left of the mini bar then stopped. 

His hand fell to his side and the glass fell to the floor, rolling away. “Hijo de puta. Mierde. Feels like a puta took up residence in my head.” Jake glanced around the room and groaned. “What day is it?” 

Jean-Paul sighed and moved to pick up the glass. “Wednesday. We’ve been here three days. He hasn’t had anything today but I’m afraid the past two days were uh… I don’t remember the first day.” 

Jake gave him a look and moved to curl up on the bed. “Asprin?” 

“Just took it.” 

“I want the bottle. Put me out of my misery.” Jake groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. “Just take me out back and put two in me. It’s gotta be better than this.” 

Jean-Paul sat next to him and held out an ice pack. “So you feel what he does?” 

“It’s the same goddamned body. Of course I feel what he does. Aye pendejo!” He snatched the ice bag and rolled over, letting it sit on his forehead. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be getting high or some shit?” 

Jean-Paul sighed and lay back next to him. “You know, Marc is my friend. We’ve been through a lot together.” 

“Not just here waiting for a fuck?” Jake glanced at him. “I’m not fucking anything right now. You can go do what you want.” 

Jean-Paul stared at the ceiling for a bit. He remembered the first time he had found Marc passed out in his hotel room, face down in vomit with a bottle of cheap whisky in his hands. He remembered the first time he had spent a night sobbing into Marc’s arms, he himself utterly blitzed out on some bad shit he had gotten from a shady man in an alley. He remembered having Marc’s back and feeling confident that Marc had his after their first few missions together. 

How they had silently promised to always work together. To maybe one day retire if they lived that long. To buy mansions and try to find peace. 

“I think I’ll stay.” He grabbed the side phone and ordered a meal heavy in grease and bread. “My treat.” 

Jake only groaned and rolled over. 

When the food came, he filled a plate and set it down in Jake’s lap. “Eat. I don’t know when he ate last.” 

Jake glared at him, not used to being cared for. He took a bite and sighed as his body slowly stopped clenching up. The bite was soon a ravenous intake as he realized he didn’t know when Marc last ate anything solid either. 

He managed to slow down as he was handed seconds. “What am I to you?” Jake chewed some flat bread slowly. “Just a way to fuck Marc? A way to have his body without having to confess how you feel to him?” 

Jean-Paul stared down at his own plate and pushed around some heavily spiced meat for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know what you are, honestly. I’ve seen stranger things. The broken men I come across in this work… Some with god complexes and others with lord knows what sort of mental illness that keeps them away from the regular people. I once met a man that insisted I call him Prince Dafrekie. He was a white kid from New Jersey, thought he was an alien sent to earth to free us from the oppression of the sun.” 

Jake raised an eyebrow. “What happened to him?” 

“Took a knife to the throat.” He stared off at the far wall, suddenly not hungry anymore. “He spoke beautiful French. Learned it in high school. Did he really believe he was an alien? I don’t know. Maybe it helped him get through the day. He liked to read poetry to us at dinner time. None of us ever complained. We sat there and listened…” 

Jake sipped his water then set his plate aside. “Marc had a brother. Then he didn’t. He was young and Marc was supposed to take care of him. The water rose and only Marc came up with it.” 

“Is that why…?” Jean-Paul gestured vaguely to Jake. 

“No.” Jake pointed to the mini bar. “It caused that.” 

“So what made you?” Jean-Paul moved to clean up the remaining food. 

Jake watched him for a moment, considering. At last he shifted and pointed to an old faded scar running down Marc’s side. “Maybe the picture frame that landed on us when we hit the wall.” He pointed to another scar at his temple. “Or the glass that hit our head when we made too much noise.” He pointed to a small white mark under his left eye. “Or the belt buckle that went wide when we flinched.” 

“Deadbeat father.” Jean-Paul nodded. 

“A mother that didn’t know how to handle the loss of her favorite son.” Jake sat back again. 

“Maybe not much. Maybe not as bad as some have it… But he was young. It was how we coped. Now I’m here taking his shitty hangovers while he tries to kill himself slowly in misery.” Jake angrily tossed the ice pack across the room. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” Jean-Paul shrugged. “Maybe I’m using you to get at the body. Maybe I’m pretending you’re Marc. I don’t know what goes on in my own fucked up brain… But I like you. A little something that I can hold onto. Like I know the cheat codes.” 

Jake glanced at him for a moment then laughed. “I forget sometimes… You have to be pretty fucked up to work in this line of business.” He held out an arm and pulled Jean-Paul down to lay next to him. “Help me sleep this thing off. Right now I’m pretty much in agreement with the whole oppressive sun shit.” 

“What if Marc wakes up?” Jean-Paul slowly relaxed into his side. 

“Tell him he got drunk and fucked your brains out. Maybe he’ll stop drinking.” Jake closed his eyes and relaxed. 

“If only…” Jean-Paul sighed and rested his head on Jake’s shoulder, smiling to himself as he breathed in the scent next to him. 

–

He had fucked up dreams. Dreams of fucked up images filled with blood and gunfire. When he woke, it was getting darker outside and Jake was still asleep beside him. 

Or perhaps Marc. Could he tell the difference? He sat up and stared down at the man next to him. 

A glance down and he realized the body was naked, the towel long gone and the blankets kicked off. Not just that, but the naked body with a raging hardon. 

Jean-Paul lay back down for a moment, hands clasped tightly over his chest. “Mon dieu.” 

If it was Jake, he would slip down and lovingly take that offering into his mouth and give him a fantastic wakeup call. 

If it was Marc… 

He sat up again and stared. Was there a way to tell? Did he take the risk? Maybe he could pretend to be drunk or high. It wasn’t the first time Marc would have seen him at his worst. 

But then there was the matter of consent. 

“Fuck.” Jean-Paul lay back down and buried his face in the pillow. “This is why you are like this. You no good piece of shit. Horny as hell. Always have been. Get a fucking hold of yourself!” 

The body next to him shifted and an arm and leg draped over him. 

Jean-Paul froze. “Merde.” His heart missed more than a few beats as he felt hips slide against his side. “Merde…” The hips pressed and he felt that thick dick push against his hip. 

“I am not a strong man, don't test me like this…” He trembled as the hips next to him moved again in slow dreamlike motions. “Oh god. Oh god.” He moved to sit up but found himself entangled in limbs. He was just going to have to ride this out. 

HIs heart pounded as he looked down and watched that throbbing member slide against him. “Jake…” his voice trembled as he tried to wake him up. “Hey…Jake?” 

“Mnh.” The body next to him moaned and ground his hips against him harder, seeking more friction. 

Jean-Paul groaned and reached down, letting his fingers ghost across the throbbing cock. “Oh come on… Wake up already… Please…” He rolled as much as he could and turned away. 

The position was too familiar as he felt hips push against his backside fully now and that cock slid down his ass and between his thighs. “Oh god!” 

He sat up and fell out of bed. 

He could hear shuffling in the bed above him and a tired blinking face peered down at him. “The fuck?” Jake glanced around then sat up. “Was having the most wonderful dream…” 

“Yeah. I gathered.” Jean-Paul slowly got up. “You are going to give me a heart attack. How am I supposed to respond to that!” He looked down at the still hard dick that now lay against Jake’s stomach. 

“Well you could be polite about it and help a guy out.” Jake shrugged and reached down to lazily stroke his dick, in no hurry to get himself off. 

Jean-Paul groaned and watched the hand work. “Consent, asshole. I’m a gentleman when I want to be.” 

Jake smirked. “I consent. I think I was promised one ass in Morocco.” 

All english left him as he looked around the room, hoping against hope that Marc had thought ahead for any chance of having sex. 

Jake watched him, still lazily stroking his dick. “Bag. By the door. Outer pocket.” 

Jean-Paul stumbled and dove for the bag, practically ripping into it. Condoms. Lube. Check. 

He tossed them to Jake and immediately started to strip. “You’ve never done this before. If you fucking tear me…” 

“I’m going to guess you aren’t as much a tight ass as I am.” Jake smirked. “Been practicing?” 

Jean-Paul smirked. “All my life.” He watched Jake roll the condom down over himself and groan. 

“Fuck. Get over here.” He got up off the bed and waited for Jean-Paul to crawl onto the bed, presenting his ass up for him. 

To his relief, he felt Jake slide the lube over his waiting entrance then start to slide a finger into him. A fat thick finger that curled and moved curiously. 

“Yes…” Jean-Paul forced himself to relax and pushed back on the finger. “Go ahead. More.” 

“So impatient.” Jake leaned over him and kissed his spine lightly. A second finger slid inside and started to scissor, spreading him and stretching slowly. “Oh.. You are ready, aren’t you?” 

“One more.” Jean-Paul whimpered. “Just one more…” 

Jake laughed and pulled his fingers out then slowly pushed in three, testing his ring of muscles and stretching him more than he had in ages. 

The fingers pulled out and he felt Jake move behind him and slide his dick across his ass slowly. “Oh yes… yes… Jake…” 

“Say my name again.” Jake groaned and pushed the head to his entrance. “You aren’t fucking Marc here. Remember that.” 

“Jake… Fuck me Jake.” He gasped. “I want you to fuck me, Jake.” 

Jake’s hips hitched and slowly pushed the fat head into him with a pop then held still. “Yes… Again. Louder.” 

“Jake!” Jean-Paul moaned. He could feel the thick girth waiting to stretch him. His hips trembled as he waited for that delicious push and stretch he knew was coming. “Jake fuck me goddamn it!” 

Hips were slammed together and Jean-Paul saw stars as Jake pushed into him all at once to the base. He was pretty sure if Jake had asked, he would have spoken in Spanish for the rest of his life just to beg him to keep going. 

Luckily he didn’t have to beg as Jake gave a shuddering groan and started to move. He pulled out to the tip then pushed back in, testing the feel and deciding how he liked it. He pushed in and held it then pulled out to the head and waited. “Damn… Fucking damn….” He seemed to have short circuited as he felt Jean-Paul clench around him. “Mierde!” 

“Fuck me.” Jean-Paul looked back at him. “Do it, Jake. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me into the ground like I know you can.” 

Jake gave him a flushed smile and gripped his hips, holding him steady. “DuChamp, shut up and moan.” 

He slid into him, slowly picking up the pace, occasionally changing angles to see which agreed with him more. When he angled down and hit Jean-Paul’s prostate he gave a wild laugh and let loose, bucking into him like his life depended on it. 

All language left him as Jean-Paul clutched at the bed sheets. He could only groan and babble incoherently with each inward thrust that rubbed against his prostate roughly. 

He felt his own orgasm build and gasped as his dick splattered his cum over himself. Still, Jake did not stop, grunting and rutting into him like a beast. 

He reached his second orgasm and screamed out, thrashing on Jake’s fat cock each time he felt the pull and push against his sensitive muscles. “Jake! Jake! Oh god!” 

He felt Jake’s hips hitch and jerk then the feel of his dick twitching and pulsing inside. Mercifully, Jake slowly pulled out of him and flipped him over. 

Jean-Paul lay back, staring up at Jake with wide eyes. “Adonis…” 

Jake was still fully hard, the condom full of his cum. “I’m not done with you, DuChamp.” 

He slid his condom off and smirked. “Fuck me.” 

Despite coming twice, his dick practically jumped to full attention at the command. 

“Are you sure? It’s going to be different than a finger and Marc might notice if he can’t sit for a week…” He had no idea why he was protesting. 

Jake laughed and bent over the bed, spreading his legs. “Payback for the hangover. Besides, it’s my body too.” He smacked his own ass and looked up at him. “Fuck me.” 

Jean-Paul pulled out another condom and slipped it on quickly. He leaned over Jake, stroking his hands over his ass and hips lovingly. “Amazing. I don’t know which of you worked hard to get this perfect ass, but I applaud you.” 

“That would be Marc.” Jake laughed softly. “Who needs emotions when you can just do a million squats every day.” 

“Emotions are overrated. Ass is all you need.” Jean-Paul gave a slow lick over his entrance then pulled out the lube and applied a generous amount. “Relax.” He slid a finger in and gently worked around the rim. 

Jake’s back arched and he clenched tightly then slowly forced himself to relax. “Another… I’ve got this.” 

Jean-Paul laughed and kissed his bottom gently. “You have amazing control of your body.” He slipped a second finger in and slowly spread them, stretching and pushing. 

Jake gritted his teeth and started to breathe heavily. “I’ve had to. Keep going. Ah… I think I got this now. Just…Just gotta relax…” 

Jean-Paul made sure to slick up his dick heavily. He lacked the sheer girth that Jake had, but he was in no way short. 

He positioned himself and started to push, keeping a steady pressure until he popped through and held. 

Jake dug his fists into the bed and groaned, his arms trembling as he put all his effort into relaxing. Jean-Paul held still, waiting till his muscles stopped clenching down so tightly, no matter how good it felt. 

Finally he felt Jake’s body relax. He pushed and slid in easily. 

Jake cried out and groaned as his nerves lit up all at once. “Oh holy shit… That feels… Oh god!” He squirmed and rocked his hips back to meet him. “Do that again.” 

Jean-Paul smirked. “Someone’s a little sensitive.” He slowly pulled out to the head, not wanting to force him just yet, then pushed back in. 

Jake’s ass swayed and he squirmed, slowly lowering his face to rest against the pillows as he lifted his ass up. “More… Nnh… Harder.” 

The pace picked up, keeping long strokes each time as he felt the muscles flutter and squeeze around him. He wasn’t going to last. 

From the sounds Jake was making, he wasn’t going to last either. A hand snaked around and gripped his dick tightly, stroking with every thrust. 

The room was filled with panting and groans as their hips slapped together, harder and harder until Jake’s hips bucked and he came hard. 

Jean-Paul wasn’t far behind as he buried himself deep inside and released. 

They both collapsed forward, completely spent. It was a struggle to move enough to pull out of him and get the condom off. 

Jake found his towel from before and used it to try to clean up a little then just rolled over. “Marc isn’t getting his deposit back.” 

“Does he ever?” Jean-Paul nuzzled in, 

“Sometimes.” Jake mumbled. “If I’m in charge.” 

“Not this time.” Jean-Paul laughed. “I think you might be an ass man.” 

Jake groaned. “And what does that make you?” 

“I’m still all about those tits.” He rolled over and nuzzled his face into Jake’s chest.

To his surprise, Jake didn’t push him away. He simply wrapped his arms around him and held him, moving a hand to stroke his hair. 

They lay together in silence for a while then Jake sighed. “You know this can’t last, right?” 

Jean-Paul thought about it for a moment. “I think I knew that coming into it. It’s the nature of our work…Of our life. If we don’t die, we eventually move on. Follow some other self-destructive path or if we get lucky, we hit a big job and disperse with all the gold and riches we dreamed of…” 

“I hope you find someone that isn’t broken, Jean-Paul…” Jake looked up at the ceiling, stroking his hair gently. “I hope you get out and do whatever makes you happy with someone that has great tits for you to cum all over.” 

He laughed and looked up at Jake. “I hope you find happiness, Jake. Someday when you don’t have to hide or worry about Marc swallowing his misery into an early grave. I hope Marc can sit on a beach somewhere peaceful and let you watch a beautiful ass swim in the waves.” 

“Till then, I don’t mind this.” Jake gave a light hearted smack on Jean-Paul’s backside. “Marc will always be an idiota that needs saving. I’ll see you here and there…” 

Jean-Paul nuzzled his chest and wrapped his arms around him. “There’s always the next payday…” 

Jake searched inside for a moment. “We still have this payday. Marc’s going to be out for a while and I’ve only just learned how good it feels to be properly fucked.” 

Jean-Paul laughed and shoved him away. “I’ve created a monster.” 

“Mnh. You corrupted me with that amazing mouth of yours.” He leaned in and kissed him deeply. It was slow and intimate, the immediate fire had burned down. In this moment he could feel all the insecurities, fears, and needs of a man that did not get enough time being alive. 

“Jake…” He whispered against his lips. “Mon amour.” 

“Te quiero....Te amo…” He whispered back, feeling at peace for just this little while.