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When Kremy woke up in Gideon’s arms, it had been beautiful for all of a few seconds, and then reality came abruptly crashing in.
He was in love with Gideon, and Gideon didn’t know, and he could never find out. Contemplating that particular rejection was too awkward, too painful. He’d seen Gideon let people down easy countless times, and it never got any less uncomfortable. He was not going to be just another person that fell too hard for Gideon Coal after he slept with them. He wasn’t willing to lose his oldest friendship over something as stupid as his own heart running away with itself, and besides, it was gauche.
He was going to go along with the party line they’d set at the very beginning – that they were just two friends, and he was just helping Gideon out. They were still platonic, and they would only ever be platonic, because why would they be anything else? This had just been a fun little experiment. Two bros, having passionate, loving sex. Ironically.
Don’t think about it, Kremy hissed at himself. He was having sense memories of Gideon lacing their fingers together and pinning his hands over his head, and that was slightly messing with his ability to stick to the plan. Was this how everyone felt after they slept with Gideon? His number of marriages felt suddenly drastically low.
He slipped out of Gideon’s arms, glancing back at him. That was a mistake. He looked so peaceful in sleep, arms still slightly open. Kremy could burrow back into them, go back to sleep, let Gideon deal with all of this mess later. Get his heart broken by that easy smile and his laugh and his assumption that last night had just been a one-off.
Gideon shifted slightly, hands flexing as though reaching for something, and Kremy’s heart clenched. He draped a blanket over him, even though he knew there was very little chance of him getting cold. He could allow himself a little softness, he reasoned.
He pulled on some clothes, nothing fancy. He didn’t bother with a full suit, feeling a need for comfort over style. Well. As comfortable as he got. He was still going to wear a shirt and slacks, he wasn’t a heathen. But he could forgo the waistcoat in favour of a sweater vest, just for today.
He needed to distract himself. He could make breakfast. It was early when he made his way into the kitchen, the first light of dawn just making itself over the horizon. It was cloudy already, the weather shaping up to be less than ideal. Frost was probably already awake, but he’d be meditating and doing his stretches right now, and wouldn’t be ready for breakfast for a little while.
He made himself coffee, and instinctively poured two cups, the same way he’d done every other morning. One for him, one for Gideon to heat up at his leisure whenever he eventually got up, which would be hours from now. Well. There was no reason that needed to change.
He was still contemplating what to make when the rain started up outside, fat droplets hitting the windows. Something hearty, then. He sipped his coffee until he heard the loud thud of Hootsie jumping onto Gricko’s bed, which usually signalled that everyone else then got to work making porridge. He worked quickly, and slipped out of the kitchen after pouring some into a bowl for himself, leaving the rest of it bubbling merrily on the stove, the creaking of the staircase telling him that the others would be making their way into the kitchen soon.
He snuck into the living room. He’d hidden a different romance book in here a few weeks ago, one about two friends having to pretend to be engaged to pull off a heist at a fancy ball. He’d snorted at the synopsis at the time as it reminded him of the various hijinks he and Gideon had gotten up to over the years. Admittedly, they’d only ever really played at being wealthy business owners and the like, but it wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities for them, or the rest of Krew.
The rain had gotten harder, the wind battering the drops against the window. Kremy curled up on the couch, letting himself mourn for just a moment for the morning he could have had in the alternate reality where Gideon felt the same way. He could still be listening to the rain patter against the window, but he’d be in bed, wrapped up in Gideon’s arms, cosy and warm.
He shivered, clicking his fingers at the fireplace. The heat of the fire was a poor substitute for his own personal brand of flames, but it would just have to do. He could hear the others in the room next to him, the gentle hum of their chatter indistinguishable but comforting.
He’d just gotten up to a particularly juicy part of the book – the comedies were erroring along quite well, and currently the pair were stuck at the most terrible-sounding dinner party with a bunch of snobs – when he heard Gideon coming down the stairs. He could tell everyone in the Krew apart by their footsteps, not that he’d be divulging that particular information to any of them (especially since it had convinced Torbek that Kremy had the ability to see through doors), and hearing Gideon’s familiar gait made him stiffen. He glanced over at the door. There was no way he’d come in here, right? No. No, he’d just woken up, and knowing Gid, he’d be hungry. Kremy was safe for a little while at least.
Kremy wasn’t able to concentrate any more on his book, listening out for any more movement from Gideon and flinching every time a log on the fire popped. Eventually, he heard the door to the room next door creak open, and a muffled greeting from Gideon to the others already in there. So, Gideon hadn’t come looking for him. Fine. That was fine, and expected, and did not make him feel like curling up into a ball at all.
Kremy tried to get back to reading, he really did, but the fact that he could hear Gideon talking but not actually hear what he was saying was killing him. What if he was talking about him? What if he wasn’t talking about him? Both awful options, hard to say which was worse.
He crept down the hallway, barely daring to breathe. Gideon hadn’t closed the door properly, a terrible habit Kremy was now incredibly pleased he had. He slunk up to the door, chancing at pushing it open ever so slightly.
“…Distracted, Gideon?” That was Frost. A sudden, blindly stupid hope overtook Kremy. What if he’d gotten it wrong? What if Gideon actually felt the same way he did?
“No! I tol’ ya, it ain’t like that, man. All y’all need to know is that it was just messin’ around, no feelings involved. Casual. Kremy’s my best friend, that’s all. Besides, I’m not like that. I don’t do none of that mushy stuff, an’ especially not with Kremy, okay? So just drop it.” Gideon sounded annoyed.
Oh.
Well, that was that hope squashed.
Baron below, it hurt.
Kremy let out a strangled little sob before he could stop himself, slamming a hand over the end of his snout, eyes widening with horror. Oh, Baron below, now they all knew he’d been listening in, and (even worse) that he was upset about what he’d heard. This was the worst day of Kremy’s entire life, maybe. Probably. Definitely.
He needed to get out of here. He needed to…I don’t know, drink some water? The friends of the heroes in his romance novels were always making them drink water during distressing moments. By far the worst thing about feeling all of this was having precisely zero reference of what to do because, for very good reason it was turning out, Kremy had never been in love before.
He turned on his heel and sped back to the kitchen. His bedroom might have been better, but the kitchen was closer, and maybe he could just pretend he’d been in here the whole time? Yeah, that could work. He’d just say he hadn’t heard a damn thing. He sure was breathing pretty heavy for someone who hadn’t heard anything, though. Eyes were getting a li’l misty, too.
Kremy forced himself to take a deep breath, wiping furiously at his eyes. Kremy Lecroux did not cry, and definitely not at something Gideon Coal had said. He made sarcastic comments and rolled his eyes and moved on.
Kremy truly believed he could have made it up to eye rolling with a few more deep breaths, but then his plans were ruined completely by Gideon coming into the kitchen and closing the door behind him.
Kremy’s breath caught in his throat, just a little. He looked annoyingly good, wearing a white shirt unbuttoned one button south of decent, just like always, and dark jeans. His hair was still sleep-tousled, curls falling around his ears and across his forehead. Kremy set his jaw.
“We gotta talk.” Gideon’s voice left very little up for discussion. Luckily for Kremy, he did not want to discuss anything at all.
“What about?” He asked, brightly. Too brightly. His voice sounded brittle to his own ears, Baron knew how it sounded to Gideon, who was looking at him sadly. Oh great, now he was being pitied. Wonderful. This day could not possibly get any worse.
“I know ya heard what I said, Krem. I heard ya, out in the hall.” Gideon said, guiltily. He stood corrected, his day could get worse.
“I don’t know whatcha talkin’ about.” Kremy muttered, ducking his head to the side. He’d trained almost all his tells out of himself, but this one was particularly strong, coming out when his emotions were running particularly high. The worst part was that Gideon knew about it, too.
“Kremy.” Gideon was looking at him with big, sad eyes, and his voice was too soft, too gentle, too much. Kremy absolutely could not do this right now, and maybe he’d never be able to do it, actually. He needed to leave.
Gideon was blocking the exit back into the hall, and Kremy wasn’t fool enough to think he could slip around him. Well, that left only one option – leaving out the back door.
Kremy turned on his heel and rushed through the room just off the kitchen, where everyone stored their coats and boots. He heard Gideon call after him as he did so, but he ignored him, pulling a heavy umbrella stand in front of the door. That would stop Gideon from following him, just for a little while. He shoved his feet into his pair of rain boots (rarely used) and grabbed his coat as Gideon started trying and failing to open the door. All he needed to do was stall him, anyway, as there was no way Gideon would follow him outside. He hated the rain even more than Kremy did, and it was absolutely pouring outside.
So, all he needed to do was make it outside faster than it took Gideon to shove a large, ornamental umbrella stand shaped like an oliphant foot out of the way, and then he could escape. There was a barn near one of the pumpkin fields, he could just hide out there for a bit, make a plan away from anyone trying to have difficult conversations with him.
He’d made it a few feet away from the house when the back door crashed open, and Gideon ran out into the rain. Well. Kremy was not expecting that, but that didn’t mean he had to do away with the whole plan. He shuffled as carefully as he could forward, ungainly in his rainboots and fighting against the mud.
“Aw, Krem, c’mon. Just talk to me, man.” Gideon’s boots were apparently a lot better suited to the wet earth than his, and he was now right behind him.
Well, fuck it then. If Gideon wanted to have a conversation, he could have a conversation. Kremy whirled around, fixing Gideon with a glare so harsh it could’ve stripped paint. As it stood, it did make Gideon cower back slightly.
“Ah, ah, ah, that’d be talkin’ about feelings, Gid. Thought ya didn’t do none of that mushy stuff, an’ especially not with me.” Kremy spat, rolling his eyes at him. He didn’t even know why he was doing this to himself. It was undignified. He should be doing something classy, like never talking to Gideon again or purposefully burning all his food or stealing all his left shoes.
“I didn’t mean it, I swear! I was just- I was embarrassed, okay?” Gideon at least had the decency to look stricken, but that last part hurt even more.
“Well, thank you, Gideon. Glad to know I fuckin’ embarrass you.” Kremy snorted derisively.
“Wait, shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant I was embarrassed, for me. Cause I- Look, ya just left me this mornin’, and it felt bad, like real bad. Why’d ya do that, Kremy?” Gideon’s eyes were all shiny, and his mouth was turned down, and his hair was getting plastered against his forehead, rain falling too quickly for his internal flames to dry it. It made Kremy think of sad puppies left at the side of the road, and snuffed the anger burning in his chest out.
Kremy looked down at the ground. I left because I was scared. Because I love you and I don’t think you feel the same, and that made me hurt so bad it felt like my heart was trying to crawl out my chest, is what he wanted to say. But he was too scared to say that, too.
“Didn’t know you wanted me to stay.” He muttered, rain dripping off the end of his snout and falling on the ground. It felt like tears.
Gideon drew closer to him, placing one hand gently on his jaw and making Kremy look up at him. His shirt was wet through with rainwater, clinging to him in a way that felt deeply unfair.
Kremy swallowed thickly, blinking what may have been rainwater out of his eyes. Gideon’s hands had no business being so warm, so comforting.
“That night, ya asked me if I was gonna go out an’ celebrate. The thought of goin’ out an’ bein’ with another person never even crossed my mind. All I could think about was how much I just wanted to hold ya, an’ yeah, maybe do it again if that’s where things ended up goin’. But I don’t even wanna try an’ see if this whole thing is fixed now, I just wanna be with you.” Gideon’s voice was earnest, his eyes shining.
Kremy’s heart leapt, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe Gideon’s words. Not yet.
“You only think that ‘cause I’m the only person you’ve been with who ya haven’t told ya love them after. You’ll get over it. An’ you only picked me ‘cause ya said you’d never felt anythin’ like that towards me, remember?” Kremy sniffed.
“I did say that, an’ at the time I genuinely thought I hadn’t, but these last few days have really put a lot of things into perspective for me, Krem. I might not have a whole load of experience with the romance side of things but even I know that you don’t feel like this towards someone ya only see as a best friend. Last night meant something to me, Kremy. There was somethin’ between us, I felt it! Been feelin’ it since we started messin’ around, probably before if I’m honest, an’ I know that you’ve felt it too. Y’ can lie to yourself, Kremy, but please don’t lie to me.”
“I-” Kremy let out an unsteady breath. The feeling of too much was back, and it was squeezing his heart inside his chest, but it felt a little less like a vice and more like a hug. Could this be real? Was Gideon really saying what he thought he was saying? Baron preserve him, the emotional rollercoaster he’d been on this morning had surely knocked some years off his life. Well, if he was going to die earlier because of all this stress, he may as well make it worth his while. Confessing on his deathbed wasn’t quite his style.
“I…also felt somethin’ between us.” He admitted. Not quite as dramatic as his internal monologue was currently, but it was a step in the right direction. A beam spread over Gideon’s face like a sunbeam peeking through a cloud.
“Yeah?” Gideon’s grin was getting a little cocky for his liking. “All I know is, if I’d said I love you last night, I woulda meant it. But I’m glad I didn’t ‘cause ya never woulda believed me.”
Kremy blinked at him, floored. All those hours agonising, and Gideon had just…said it. Like it was simple, like it was easy. And really, it was.
“I love you, too.” Kremy blurted out. Gideon’s grin got even wider, and he swept him into his arms, kissing. His wet shirt felt absolutely horrible against Kremy’s hands, and he was slipping on the mud, and he could not bring himself to care. Too soon, Gideon was pulling away from him, a slightly pained expression on his face.
“Sweet Baron below, Gid, what now?” Kremy demanded, folding his arms.
“I wanna kiss ya properly, I really do, but everyone kinda gathered at the window to watch us before I made it out here an’ it’s makin’ it a bit awkward.” He said, apologetically.
Kremy peered over Gideon’s shoulder. Sure enough, Twig, Torbek, Frost and Gricko were gathered at the window to peer out at them. By the looks of it, Gricko was balanced on Hootsie’s shoulders to get a better vantage point.
“I was headin’ to the barn.” Kremy offered, looking at him coyly.
“Oh yeah? Gonna take ya an hour at the pace yer goin’.” Gideon chuckled. Kremy scowled. The barn was not that far away, and besides, he was not that slow in these stupid boots.
“Wasn’t sayin’ I wanted ya to come with me.” Kremy shot back.
“An’ if I said I’d carry ya?” Gideon raised an eyebrow at him. Well. That did change things, slightly.
“I would be…amenable…to that.” Kremy admitted. Gideon huffed out a laugh and scooped him up easily, one arm beneath his legs, the other cradling his back.
“‘Amenable’, he says, like he weren’t gonna drown in mud if I let him try an’ walk on his own.” Gideon dropped a kiss onto his head, which made it a little more difficult to be annoyed at him, but Kremy was determined when he wanted to be.
“Ya realise this means ya gotta carry me back too, right?” He clicked his tongue, kicking one of his legs up to look at the mud coating it.
“I’d carry ya to the ends of the earth if it’d make ya happy.” Gideon’s reply was far more sincere than he was expecting, and it stunned him for a moment.
Gideon shouldered open the door of the barn, walking in and placing Kremy gently on his feet. It was clearly unused, rain dripping in from holes in the ceiling where the tiles on the roof had fallen away, and was completely bare save for a few rusting tools in a corner.
“Gotta do some repairs in here, when it ain’t rainin’. Could be a nice space, if we did it up right.” Gideon said, peering up at the ceiling.
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Kremy said, waving a hand dismissively. “Why aren’t we kissin’ already?”
Gideon’s gaze fell to him, and a hot rush passed through Kremy. Gideon smiled slowly and came towards him in a fashion that could only be called a prowl, getting in Kremy’s space and backing him up against a wall.
“Y’ wanna kiss me, Krem?” He murmured, tipping Kremy’s snout up with a finger. Kremy held his gaze, resolutely.
“Sure do. An’ I’m the boss, see. An’ I always get what I want.” He let his gaze flick up and down Gideon’s body. He was starting to steam gently now he was out of the rain, flames flickering resolutely back to life.
“Well. I best not keep ya waitin’ then.” Gideon’s voice was low as he leaned in, and then they were kissing and it felt even more electric than the last time, heat pooling immediately within Kremy’s gut. He’d meant to keep it sweet, a first kiss between lovers, but then he’d gotten carried away as soon as he felt Gideon open his mouth while they kissed, stuck his fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, pulled Gideon’s hips against his own and tried to rut against him as he shoved his tongue into his mouth.
Gideon didn’t seem to mind, moaning into his mouth and grabbing his thighs, picking him up just like he had that first time with his legs wrapped around his waist, but this time their hips were slotted firmly together. Kremy could feel Gideon, hard and hot beneath him, and he needed to have him inside him, immediately.
“Fuck me, Gid.” He breathed as he pulled away from the kiss. He felt Gideon’s cock twitch at that, and smirked.
“Yeah, fuck yeah.” Gideon leaned in to mouth at his neck as he reached behind him to try to undo the tail buckle of his slacks. He’d remembered. Cute. “Gonna fuck you so good, Krem.”
Kremy almost laughed at that. Gideon had gone from smooth-talking to tripping over himself so quickly.
“You were so eloquent last time, what happened?” He teased, grinning, as Gideon fumbled with his buckle. “Think ya gonna have to put me down if ya wanna pull my trousers off.”
“Y’ so fuckin’ hot.” Gideon shook his head like a dog trying to get water out of its ears. “Makin’ it hard to concentrate on talkin’ sweet.”
“Well, thanks, Gid. Ya ain’t so bad yourself. Now c’mon, put me down. I’m not gettin’ mud on these pants ‘cause you got too distracted an’ tried to take ‘em off over my boots.” Kremy knew for a fact there was already mud all over Gideon’s back.
Gideon looked extremely reluctant to do so, but he put Kremy down. Kremy slid past him, taking off his coat as he did so and hanging it over a nail that had been hammered into a beam nearby, presumably for that exact purpose. Then he toed off his boots, placing them neatly on the ground next to his coat. He peeled his sweater vest off next, folding it and placing it on the ground. It would need to be Prestidigitationed before he put it back on, but it would do for now. Next came the shirt, unbuttoning it and hanging it underneath his coat on the same nail.
But, when he reached behind himself to undo his trouser, he felt a hand on his arms.
“Lemme do it.” Gideon’s eyes were hungry, his shirt almost entirely dry again.
“Well, sure, Gid. Reckon you’ve earned that.” Kremy said coyly, taking his hands off the buckle and facing Gideon. Gideon bit his lips as he reached behind him, unbuckling them far easier than his attempts before. He placed his hands gently on the fabric at Kremy’s hips, and pulled them down slowly, almost like he was anticipating something.
When the first tie of Kremy’s underwear was revealed to him, Gideon groaned like he’d been punched and kneeled down to rest his head against Kremy’s naked hip, mouthing at the scales there. Kremy raised an eyebrow at him.
“So…Ya like ‘em, then?” Sweet Baron below, if this was Gideon’s reaction to his everyday pairs, then Kremy was pretty sure if saw some of the stuff he had hidden away for special occasions, it might actually kill him.
“Yuh huh.” Gideon nodded, face still pressed against him. He bit Kremy’s hipbone, making a jolt run through him and his tail to slap on the ground. Kremy could see him smiling to himself as he kissed over to the opposite hipbone and bit that one too, eliciting the same reaction.
“Stop laughin’ at me, ain’t my fault it does that.” He admonished Gideon, although there was no real heat in it. Gideon gazed up at him as he tugged his slacks down to his ankles.
“Ain’t laughin’, just smilin’. I really like it when ya do that. S’ hot.” He explained. Then he pushed his head between Kremy’s legs and licked a long stripe up the center of his underwear, where slick had been steadily gathering since they entered the barn, and Kremy’s eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned. “That’s hot, too.”
“Seems like ya think everythin’ I do is hot.” Kremy panted as Gideon started kissing at his slit through his underwear.
“S’ true, I do.” Gideon hooked two fingers into Kremy’s underwear and pulled it to the side, his tongue meeting Kremy’s bare flesh. He could have just taken them off, but this felt so much dirtier somehow.
Kremy shoved a hand into Gideon’s hair, claws scratching against his scalp. He felt like his legs were going to give out already.
“Gid, Gid, Gid.” He chanted. Gideon just hummed at him, making his nerves light up as he licked into him. “Gid, ya gotta let me lean back against somethin’, I’m gonna fall over otherwise.”
Without pausing, Gideon pulled Kremy until one leg was hooked over his shoulder, hands cradling his ass as he shoved his face even closer against him. Kremy let out a breathless laugh.
“Yeah, okay, that works – oh, fuck.” It felt just as good as last time, better even. He could properly grind his hips into Gideon’s face like this, something he did with wild abandon until he felt his cock starting to slip free. “Gid, y’ gotta – hah – gotta pull back for a sec.”
Gideon did as he was told, but he pouted up at Kremy, clearly displeased at the interruption.
“I know ya like ‘em, but I gotta take ‘em off.” Kremy quickly undid the ties of his underwear, his cock sliding fully out of his slit as he pulled them off, turning to place them on top of his other clothes. As he bent down, he heard Gideon whine. He turned back around, a pleased smile on his face. “Likin’ the view?”
“So much.” Gideon nodded. He was still fully dressed, although he looked incredibly rumpled.
“Ya wanna fuck me like that?” Kremy purred as he made his way over to him, running his fingers through his hair.
“Oh, Gods, yes. But…not for right now. Wanna fuck you up against the wall.” Gideon confessed. Kremy felt his slit clench at the thought.
“I reckon I’d be amenable to that.” He said, teasingly.
“Fuck yeah.” Gideon surged up, smashing his mouth against Kremy’s and wrapping his arms around him, pulling at his thigh until he wrapped it around his waist, then doing the same with the other, fully supporting Kremy’s weight against him. Kremy could feel himself leaking slick onto Gideon’s jeans, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“You’re awful overdressed, cher.” He plucked at Gideon’s shirt as his back hit the wall of the barn, Gideon pulling back to make sure he didn’t knock his head against it.
“Oh, shit, yeah. One sec.” Gideon said, bending his legs slightly and resting Kremy’s back fully against the wall as he took his arms off him and unbuttoned his shirt, tugging it off and throwing it haphazardly behind him. Kremy blinked at him, dazed. “What?”
“I just…You’re so strong.” Kremy murmured, bringing his hands up to squeeze Gideon’s biceps. Gideon laughed, shifting slightly and unbuckling his belt, undoing his trousers and shoving them and his underwear down to mid-thigh. He repositioned Kremy yet again, rubbing his cock up against Kremy’s.
“Sure am, darlin’. Got you to thank for it, all that feedin’ me up.” he chuckled, although it was cut off with a gasp as he started to rock their hips more firmly together.
“Best get to rewardin’ me for my efforts, then. C’mon, Gid, fuck me. I asked ya like three times.” Kremy was absolutely not whining, nor was he pouting.
“Are ya sure y’ ready, Krem? I ain’t prepped ya like yesterday.” Gideon bit his lip, looking down at where Kremy was leaking.
“Yes, yes, do it, I want it.” Kremy demanded, lifting his hips up, tail twitching irritably. “Please, Gid.”
“Gods. Okay, okay. I’m gonna go slow, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He promised, as he lined himself up and pushed into him. The stretch burned a little, but it was the good sort of burn, and Kremy tipped his head back against the wall, gaps and moans pouring out of him.
Gideon slowly but surely pushed into him, until he was seated fully inside. He paused then, breathing slowly. Kremy felt so, so full, and it was perfect.
“Heh. I just realised, this is like in yer romance book.” Gideon chuckled.
“If ya wanna avoid doin’ things with me I’ve read about in books, we’re gonna have to get real creative with it, cher.” Kremy snorted.
“Oh yeah? You been readin’ a lot o’ dirty books?” Gideon shifted slightly, and Kremy gasped.
“It’s erotic romantic literature, an’ if ya don’t start movin’, I’m gonna hop off an’ go get cosy with one o’ my books instead.” Kremy said, disdainfully. He did not expect Gideon to moan at that, hips stuttering. A slow, incredulous smile spread across his face. Now this was interesting.
“Dammit, Krem, y’ can’t say stuff like that unless y’ want this to be over before it’s even started.” Gideon whined, although he did start thrusting up into him, hands gripping his hips. Kremy smirked at him. If being a li'l mean got Gideon hot, he just wanted to test out what the inverse would do…
“Oh, I’m sorry, cher. You want me to talk nice instead? Maybe tell ya what a good job ya doin’, how ya bein’ so good for me?” He cooed, chuckling as Gideon’s expression got even more pained, and a groan rumbled out of his chest.
“No, that’s worse. Oh, Gods. Yer gonna kill me, man.” Gideon panted, pounding into Kremy in earnest, now. Oh, Kremy was going to feel this tomorrow, and he couldn’t wait.
“Yes, yes, yes, right there.” His hands were gripping too hard into Gideon’s shoulders, but he couldn’t help it. It felt so good it felt like he was going mad with it. “So good.”
“Kremy.” Gideon pulled his head down to kiss him, messily licking at him. It was more of a clash of teeth and tongues than proper kissing, and it was still so, so, good.
Tongue in Kremy’s mouth, Gideon moved his hand from Kremy’s hip and wrapped it around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, and Kremy was gone. He came, shuddering and gasping, making sounds that could have been Gideon’s name but easily could have been pleas. For what, he was unsure.
Gideon shoved his face in Kremy’s neck and inhaled sharply, hips pumping forwards, once, twice, three times, before he was coming and filling Kremy up, and, oh, okay, now he was so full.
They stayed like that, pressed up against the wall, panting. Kremy carded his trembling hands through Gideon’s hair while he panted into his neck.
“Good job, Gid.” He murmured, laughing when he felt Gideon twitch inside him. A valiant effort, to be sure. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with that one.”
“I don’t know if I’m excited or dreading that.” Gideon said, hissing slightly as he pulled out of Kremy, gently setting his feet back on the floor. Kremy snapped his fingers, cleaning them both up. “Damn, I gotta lay down for a sec. Legs’ve gone funny.”
Gideon grinned as he lay down on the ground on his back, stretching his legs out straight. Kremy’s own legs were feeling a little shaky, so he joined him. He lay down on top of Gideon, torso to his, tail laying gently between his legs, snout pushed into where his neck met his shoulder. Gideon wrapped his arms around him and started stroking his back gently.
They lay like that together for a while, listening to the rain outside, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to each other’s bodies and mouths. As he was pressing a kiss to Gideon’s collarbone, a thought occurred to Kremy.
“Ya still didn’t say it.” Kremy mused.
“Yeah. Guess last night wasn’t a fluke, then.” Gideon shrugged. “Might have to do it a couple more times, just to make sure.”
“Oh, definitely.” Kremy purred.
“Oh, an' seeing as we ain't currently fucking: I love you. Now, y’ said somethin’ about me gettin’ to fuck ya from behind?” Gideon ran his hand along the base of Kremy’s tail, squeezing it and making Kremy gasp and tilt his hips back towards him.
“I love you, too. Might’ve said somethin’ like that.” He grinned, flicking his tongue out to lick at Gideon’s neck. He was still getting used to the giddy feeling those words inspired. “Think ya gonna have to jog my memory, though.”
By the time they left the barn, the rain hadn’t fallen for hours, but Gideon still carried Kremy back, just like he’d promised.