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Jack found Valerian out in the hot springs. He was reclined against the rocks, legs sprawled, eyes closed, lips pointed towards the stars. He was naked, his hat perched on the rock next to him. He looked like pieces of old world art Jack had seen in the cathedral. Jack’s eyes traced down the line of Valerian’s ribs, then his stomach, then his hips. One of Valerian’s knees looked like a pale stone as it broke the surface of the hot water. Jack was nearly convinced that Valerian was sleeping.
Jack came closer, boots clacking against the damp stone before he squats down behind Valerian. The Queen Slayer didn’t move. Jack brushed Valerian’s face with the back of his hand. Valerian stirred, and caught Jack’s wrist, before letting out a few shaky breaths.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jack said. He soothed his fingers through Valerian’s hair. “Would you like some company?”
Valerian swallows. Then nods.
Jack didn’t bother to head inside. He took off his clothes right there—quickly and without much grace, before he sank down into the water next to Valerian. Sometimes, being a Revenant meant that everything moved too fast, but on nights like this—with the moon full and pale and hanging over them while the air was still and steam rose off the water around them, everything moved blissfully slow.
“You’ve been having nightmares again, haven’t you? That’s why you’re sleeping out here, isn’t it?” Jack said. He ran his fingers down the side of Valerian’s neck, brushing his thumb over his Adam’s apple.
Valerian turned to look at him, red irises glowing in the moon light.
“I could stay up with you. Or hold you while you sleep.”
Valerian reclined against Jack, head leaned back against Jack’s shoulder. Jack slid his hands down and up Valerian’s ribs. Valerian shuttered and closed his eyes.
“Perhaps I can chase them off,” Jack said. His teeth grazed along Valerian’s shoulder.
Jack walked his fingers down Valerian’s hips. Valerian let out a soft gasp when Jack’s hand drifted lower, fingers curling. Jack’s other hand comes to cover Val’s throat—not squeezing, but teasing the skin there.
Valerian’s hips stuttered and shook while Jack continued stroking him.
“I love how you relax for me,” Jack whispered into his ear, gently apply pressure to Val’s throat before letting go.
Valerian let out a sharp gasp and caught Jack’s wrist.
“Hm?” Jack raised his brows, searching Valerian’s face. “Something wrong?”
“You should probably get out. If Louis or Mia catch you in there, they’ll have a conniption.” Eva says. Jack hadn’t even noticed before. She walks closer, leaning down to stroke Jack’s hair. “Go have fun. I’ll cover if anyone asks.”
Jack comes up to kiss her cheek before he and Valerian pulled themselves from the hot springs. Eva handed Jack and Valerian both a towel and they headed inside, slinking down to Valerian’s room and locking the door behind them. Jack urges Valerian’s towel off first, fingers curling between Val’s thighs again. They kiss a while before Valerian turns Jack around, so they’re both facing the tall mirror at the corner of Valerian’s room. He pushes Jack’s towel off and curls his hands on Jack’s hip, leaning forward to brush his chin on Jack’s shoulder, to whisper in his ear.
“Watch me unmake you,” Valerian whispered. His lips brushed Jack’s ear as he began stroking Jack’s cock.
Jack gasps, feeling Valerian’s other arm secure over Jack’s middle.
“F-Fuck, Val…” Jack moans out. He feels Valerian’s teeth graze the back of his neck as Valerian thumbs the head of his cock. He brushes the slit teasing it gently.
“Watch,” Valerian insisted.
Jack opened his eyes. His reflection looks flushed. Valerian’s body is pressed flush against his—his skin cool and smooth.
“Put one hand on the mirror,” Valerian said.
If the mirror had been recently polished, Jack might have protested, not wanting to smudge the silver. But he does as he’s told, curling his hand against the frame.
Valerian stroked Jack’s cock faster, biting along his shoulder. Jack’s breath came out in sharp pants. His thighs trembled. His eyes fluttered closed and Valerian abruptly stopped. Jack whined and rolled his hips forward, trying to get some friction. He was so close.
“Watch.” Valerian said. He curled his other hand against the meat of Jack’s ass.
Jack obeyed, opening his eyes weakly to watch as Valerian resumed stroking his cock. Jack’s knees nearly buckled when he started to cum, but Valerian kept him up, his hand wrapped over Jack’s against the mirror. His cum was splattered on the silver. Jack’s face was red from a blush he didn’t think a Revenant was capable of.
Valerian guides him over to the bed, letting Jack lay back as he pants. He’s too busy trying to catch his breath to wonder why Valerian isn’t curled beside him. He feels Valerian’s hands curled around his ankles. After a moment, Jack opens his eyes to find Valerian knelt between his thighs. Valerian is hard. It makes Jacks mouth water. Valerian urges Jack to lay back down, head towards the mirror.
He looks at his own reflection upside-down, watching as Valerian runs kisses up his thighs, hands still curled around his ankles. Valerian’s fingers brush and probe against Jack’s asshole, not fully sliding in, but gently working him open bit by bit. Jack is still hard, and his cock is already aching again.
He feels Valerian’s hands release his ankles, moving to bracket Jack’s hips. Jack wants to sit up to look, because he can’t quite see well enough in his reflection what Valerian is doing. But then Valerian’s tongue replaces where his fingers just were. If it weren’t for Valerian’s hands pinning him to the bed, Jack would have writhed up off the bed.
Valerian’s hands move one at a time to the backs of Jack’s thighs, pinning them back to give himself better access. Jack moans, his silvery-white hair dangling as his head hangs off the bed. His legs shake as Valerian keeps working him open, eventually going back to using his fingers while sucking on the head of Jack’s cock. Jack let out an undignified moan, reaching down to grip Valerian’s hair and tugging.
“Val…”
Valerian pulls up, still working his fingers in and out of Jack. He looks up at him, sly little look crossing his face. He crooks his fingers, making Jack’s thighs tremble.
“Does that feel good?” Valerian asks.
Jack nods, eyes closed, brows furrowed.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
He crooks his fingers again, and Jack moans, fingers curling against the sheets.
“You can do it,” Valerian whispers against Jack’s thigh. “Just at the reflection. You don’t have to sit up.”
Jack shuddered and opened up his eyes. Valerian smirked, biting Jack’s thigh gently, crooking his fingers inside him again.
Jack gripped the sheets tighter. He worried they might tear beneath his fingers.
“Good boy.”
Jack cums again with just Valerian’s words. It shoots weakly up his stomach and he clenches around Valerian’s fingers. Valerian tugs Jack back up onto the bed, working his hands over him.
“Aren’t I meant to be wearing you out?” Jack asks once he catches his breath.
Valerian laughs softly. “I’m having a good time.”
“Let me take care of you,” Jack says.
Valerian raises his brows.
“Lay back,” Jack says.
They switch places. Valerian tucks an arm behind his head as he lays back. Jack straddles his hips, his hands splayed over Valerian’s chest. Valerian’s rests his other hand on Jack’s thigh, watching as he lined himself up against his cock.
Jack’s breath comes out in a his as he sinks down. Valerian moans, grasping at Jack’s thigh.
Jack doesn’t have to be told to watch himself in the mirror. He knows that Valerian will make him. It had been a while since they properly fucked like this. The stretch feels good. The fullness feels even better.
When he glances away from his reflection and down at Valerian, he can feel heat creep into his cheeks again, spilling down his neck and into his chest. Valerian is smiling up at him lazily, rubbing gently circles along Jack’s inner thigh.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Jack says before looking away.
“You’re supposed to be watching yourself, not paying attention to what I’m doing.”
When Jack doesn’t turn his gaze back to his reflection, Valerian reaches around to give Jack’s ass a swat. It’s not particularly hard, but the sound still echoes through the room. Jack gasps, shifting and looking down at Valerian again.
“You heard me.”
Jack’s face feels even hotter. He looks back at his own reflection to confirm the blush spilling from his cheeks to his chest. Valerian smooths his hand over where he just swatted. His hand trails across Jack’s hip, then up his stomach. Jack watches his reflection shiver.
Valerian gently rolls his hips up. Jack gasps, catching himself on Valerian’s chest to keep himself from loosing his balance. It makes Valerian laugh, and he thrusts up again. Jack moans low in his throat, rocking down against Valerian’s cock.
“F-Fuck…” Jack groans. He watches his reflection start riding Valerian. He watches the way his hips roll and the way the muscles in his stomach and thighs move. He watches as his fingers rake over Valerian’s chest, leaving red trails behind when he digs his nails in.
Every so often, he drops his gaze to Valerian’s face. He loves the lazy smile that curls across the other revenant’s mouth. He loves even more the half-lidded, glazed over lust in Valerian’s eyes—trained to follow Jack’s movements like there’s nothing better to do, because there isn’t. At least, not right now. Not while it’s just the two of them sprawled across this bed, these sheets, with their reflections watching them.
When their done, they lay there sweaty and slick—Jacks’ cum splattered across Valerian’s chest, Valerian’s leaking down the backs of Jack’s thighs. It’s a good sign that Valerian is actually warn out that he hasn’t gotten up immediately to clean himself, but that instead he just lays there, breathing hard and mussing his fingers through Jack’s hair.
“Think you’ll sleep tonight?” Jack asks. He doesn’t want to extract himself either. He’s so comfortable here.
Valerian nods, but doesn’t say anything. Eventually Jack pulls away, just enough, to grab a kerchief from the nightstand so they can at least wipe off a little. Then they can have a bath in the morning. They can take it slow. Whatever Valerian needs.