[[I'm sorry for any formatting issues, it's 5 am]] [[also spoilers for the level 20 battle royale, I should have said that the first time]]
The break comes and everyone is still alive – somehow – and Liam makes his way to the bathroom, more than a little pleased with himself. Even more so when he finds Matt already in there, barely able to catch the flash of vengeance in his eyes before he finds himself pushed against the wall, cheek on the cold tile and Matt flushed warm against his back.
“You are lucky,” Matt all but growls in his ear. “That I don’t have time to do what I want to do to you.”
“That doesn’t sound lucky to me,” Liam whispers back, pushing his hips back enough to feel Matt hard against his ass, and hear the little hitch in his breath before he’s pressed back up against the wall.
“I’m taking your little picture show as a suggestion box,” Matt breathes in his ear, and Liam feels a shiver run its way down his spine. Matt is not usually aggressive, in bed or otherwise. Nine times out of ten he’s amenable to his partner’s needs and wants, letting them take the lead.
But that tenth time, when he’s been riled up with no promise of release, when he’s been left aching and wanting, he takes matters into his own hands. Liam loves bringing out that side of him, loves being the target of that pent-up attention. He just hasn’t tried it in public before. If this is any indication, it might have to become a regular occurance.
Matt spins him around, taking his face in his hands and kissing him roughly. Liam grabs at his hips, pulling him closer and grinding a long line against him that makes Matt shudder and rest his forehead against Liam’s.
“Kill you,” he mutters. “Parking lot.”
“Anywhere you want, baby,” Liam says, the teasing in his voice a little stymied by how breathless he’s gotten, but Matt growls at him anyway, so he decides it was a success.
-----
Eventually, Vax dies, and Liam no longer has an excuse to bombard Matt with gifs. He sets his phone aside, finally letting it charge properly, and just watches. Matt seems to be calming down, more’s the pity, but then he catches Liam’s eye and his shoulders tense up all over again. Liam can’t help but smile at the effect he’s having – it’s a real boost to the ego.
It boosts a few other things, as well. Knowing just a look can fluster Matt after the rest of the night’s efforts – not to mention spending half the night looking at porn himself, much more than Matt actually has – has got his blood running a little hot, himself.
Percival jelly is made (Liam tucks that phrasing away for another time, another tease), Marisha is crowned, and they all make their way out into the night. Liam is only mostly surprised when Matt appears on the other side of his car.
“Yes?” he says, standing there with the door open.
“I said parking lot,” Matt reminds him, and if Liam feels his heart speed up a little bit, well, that’s between him and his pulse, isn’t it.
He unlocks the passenger door and Matt slides in, the two of them sitting there, waiting for the overhead light to go out.
“Fuck it,” Matt growls after a moment, and leans across the console to kiss Liam roughly, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck and teeth scraping across his lower lip.
“Marisha,” Liam manages to get out, in between Matt’s assaults on his mouth.
“Laura’s,” Matt replies, and the light overhead finally clicks off.
“Not here,” Liam says, finally breaking the kiss. “Not here.” He fumbles for his keys, starts the car. Matt snatches his seatbelt around as Liam flicks the lights on and heads out into the night.
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2/?
Date: 2017-12-08 09:54 am (UTC)The break comes and everyone is still alive – somehow – and Liam makes his way to the bathroom, more than a little pleased with himself. Even more so when he finds Matt already in there, barely able to catch the flash of vengeance in his eyes before he finds himself pushed against the wall, cheek on the cold tile and Matt flushed warm against his back.
“You are lucky,” Matt all but growls in his ear. “That I don’t have time to do what I want to do to you.”
“That doesn’t sound lucky to me,” Liam whispers back, pushing his hips back enough to feel Matt hard against his ass, and hear the little hitch in his breath before he’s pressed back up against the wall.
“I’m taking your little picture show as a suggestion box,” Matt breathes in his ear, and Liam feels a shiver run its way down his spine. Matt is not usually aggressive, in bed or otherwise. Nine times out of ten he’s amenable to his partner’s needs and wants, letting them take the lead.
But that tenth time, when he’s been riled up with no promise of release, when he’s been left aching and wanting, he takes matters into his own hands. Liam loves bringing out that side of him, loves being the target of that pent-up attention. He just hasn’t tried it in public before. If this is any indication, it might have to become a regular occurance.
Matt spins him around, taking his face in his hands and kissing him roughly. Liam grabs at his hips, pulling him closer and grinding a long line against him that makes Matt shudder and rest his forehead against Liam’s.
“Kill you,” he mutters. “Parking lot.”
“Anywhere you want, baby,” Liam says, the teasing in his voice a little stymied by how breathless he’s gotten, but Matt growls at him anyway, so he decides it was a success.
-----
Eventually, Vax dies, and Liam no longer has an excuse to bombard Matt with gifs. He sets his phone aside, finally letting it charge properly, and just watches. Matt seems to be calming down, more’s the pity, but then he catches Liam’s eye and his shoulders tense up all over again. Liam can’t help but smile at the effect he’s having – it’s a real boost to the ego.
It boosts a few other things, as well. Knowing just a look can fluster Matt after the rest of the night’s efforts – not to mention spending half the night looking at porn himself, much more than Matt actually has – has got his blood running a little hot, himself.
Percival jelly is made (Liam tucks that phrasing away for another time, another tease), Marisha is crowned, and they all make their way out into the night. Liam is only mostly surprised when Matt appears on the other side of his car.
“Yes?” he says, standing there with the door open.
“I said parking lot,” Matt reminds him, and if Liam feels his heart speed up a little bit, well, that’s between him and his pulse, isn’t it.
He unlocks the passenger door and Matt slides in, the two of them sitting there, waiting for the overhead light to go out.
“Fuck it,” Matt growls after a moment, and leans across the console to kiss Liam roughly, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck and teeth scraping across his lower lip.
“Marisha,” Liam manages to get out, in between Matt’s assaults on his mouth.
“Laura’s,” Matt replies, and the light overhead finally clicks off.
“Not here,” Liam says, finally breaking the kiss. “Not here.” He fumbles for his keys, starts the car. Matt snatches his seatbelt around as Liam flicks the lights on and heads out into the night.