Page 44 of Gunpowder

Blair sucked one of Wren’s thumbs into his mouth and bit down. Wren made a higher sound at that, a sound that gave Blair confidence even if he knew he didn’t have the experience or the skills that Wren obviously did. It also helped confirm something he’d started to suspect more and more, that along with being a possessive bastard, Wren liked pain.

He opened the metal clasp of Wren’s slacks and unzipped them. His hands shook, still unsteady from his orgasm. It was almost funny, thinking of how hard he’d tried to avoid his attraction to Wren at first, but Wren just kept pulling him in. Now Blair was naked except for his open shirt, watching Wren shrug out of his suspenders like he hung the fucking moon in the sky.

“You like it rough, right?” he asked, running his finger along Wren’s waist inside the edge of his briefs.

Wren let his suspenders fall and hang on either side of his hips. “Something like that.”

“Wanna elaborate?”

The look Wren gave him suggested that no, he most certainly did not want to elaborate, but Blair could be patient when he was motivated. He stared up at Wren, messing with his waistband, delighting in the responsive twitching of Wren’s muscles under his finger and Blair claimed a slow victory over him without having to say another word. Wren looked at the ceiling, then back down at him and said, “Pain is the only thing that… feels like something.” The words were stilted, each one coming out more uncomfortably than the last.

Well. There was a lot to unpack with that. “Okay,” Blair said, pressing his lips to the hollow of Wren’s hip, just barely visible in the gap between the hem of Wren’s shirt and his undone slacks.

“I know it doesn’t make sense.”

“Not really. But it doesn’t have to.” He looked up at Wren as he pulled him out of his underwear. Wren hissed as his cock was exposed to the open air of the room, and Blair asked, “You still okay with this?”

Wren moved his hands from Blair’s face to the back of his head to twist loosely into his hair. His eyes darkened at Blair’s touch. “Yeah.”

He leaned forward and took the head of Wren’s cock into his mouth. It was as perfect as Blair had expected, long and gorgeous with a prominent vein that he could feel against his lips. He heard a quick intake of breath above him, as if Wren hadn’t realized this was what Blair was going to do. All the better, he thought as he dipped his head down further on Wren’s cock, that the surprise might help make up for some of his lack of experience. Blair pulled back until only the head of Wren’s cock was in his mouth before he sunk down again. He was mostly doing what he knew would feel good to him.

The next time he pulled back he laved his tongue over the flushed head. Wren moaned, so low it was almost inaudible but the sound aroused Blair all over again. For it to be his first time giving head, he felt pretty good about how he was doing but he wasn’t satisfied with just okay. He called on his years of taking shots that hit his stomach like gasoline, of suppressed coughs from breathing in clouds of cigarette smoke, and dipped his head forward until Wren filled his mouth. He stomped down his gag reflex when the head of Wren’s cock touched the back of his throat.

Wren gasped sharply. “Jesus, Blair, I didn’t think you had done this before.”

Rather than answer him, Blair began moving his head up and down again, finding that he could take Wren all the way into his mouth at a steady pace without choking. He splayed his hand on Wren’s back under his shirt. It rose and fell under Blair’s hand as Wren fought to take a deep breath, which Blair did his best to deny him as he swallowed around the head of Wren’s cock. Wren had been so determined to take him apart, the least he could do was return the favor.

Blair dragged his nails down Wren’s spine and Wren cried out, pitching forward and bracing himself with a hand on Blair’s shoulder.

Blair liked the weight of Wren leaning on him. He looked up to Wren’s face, his usually pale skin flushed, eyes feverish behind his glasses, watching him. Blair could taste precome on his tongue and he wanted more, he wanted it all. He found a rhythm with his mouth and hand that made Wren’s hand clench around his shoulder. If Wren was doing that to his leg (the one with the hole in it, specifically) it might have hurt, but Wren was holding onto solid muscle, so he could cling all he wanted and Blair would be all too happy to hold him up until he’d dragged Wren over the edge.

He dug his nails into the scratches he’d left before and moaned as Wren’s cock throbbed in his mouth. Wren’s hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck, fingers twisting into the short locks over Blair’s nape. “God, Blair, if you keep doing that—fuck,” Wren broke off in a curse as Blair deepthroated him again.

Blair couldn’t verbally encourage Wren to let go as Wren had done for him, so he hummed around Wren’s cock, using the hand on Wren’s back to pull him closer. He could feel Wren shaking. His jaw ached, but he barely gave it a passing thought.

“Blair,” Wren gasped, voice cracked from moaning and nearly shouting at times. He was clinging to the back of Blair’s head with one hand and desperately gripped his shoulder with the other. Blair’s neck was starting to hurt from how fast and how often he was moving his head, but it was worth it when Wren let out a broken sound and pushed his hips forward against Blair’s mouth. “Fuck, Blair.”

Wren tried to pull his entire body back at once but Blair was strong, plenty strong enough to clutch his back and hold him in place as he came. He sucked him through his orgasm just as Wren had worked him through his. Wren repeated Blair’s name over and over as he released into his mouth. Blair continued even as the cries of his name gradually became quieter and further apart, and only stopped when they ceased entirely, replaced by wordless gasps for air as Blair sucked the oversensitive flesh.

Satisfaction settled over him as he pulled his mouth away. If he was being honest, it made him feel proud to hear Wren’s broad, snarky vocabulary reduced only to his name and a few curses, just from what Blair had done to him. It soothed some of his anxiety about the difference in their experience. Wren had never said how many people he’d slept with, but if he’d been with any, it was more than Blair had.

He grabbed Wren and pulled him onto the bed. Wren went willingly, though Blair didn’t know if that was because his legs were wobbly from coming or if orgasms just made him more complacent. Whatever the reason, he was glad for it as Wren allowed himself to be pulled down, settling on his back with Blair’s arm thrown over him. Wren fixed his pants and left his suspenders hanging around his waist.

Wren rolled his head to look at him. “Hell of a date.”

“I’ll fuckin’ say.”

Wren kissed him and Blair kissed him back—aimlessly, pointlessly, for no other reason than to feel Wren’s lips against his, and do something besides be enamored with how perfectly Wren’s waist fit in the crook of his arm. Blair knew he shouldn’t get too wrapped up in this thing they were doing. They were just having fun in the spare time they found between their own responsibilities. Incindious needed him, he couldn’t afford to be distracted by Wren and his pristine world that didn’t smell like blood and gunpowder.

Blair knew that, but with the way it felt to have Wren in his arms, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was already too late.

12

GALVANIZE

The sun had long set by the time they started making themselves presentable enough to leave the hotel, their view of Manhattan now a myriad of electric colors against a black sky. Blair had asked if they were staying the night, but Wren had school early in the morning.

He sat on the edge of the bed while Wren sat up and tried to bring his hair under control. Blair had to resist the temptation to just slide behind him and spend a little longer with his arms wrapped around that tall, sinewy body. They never cuddled, per se, with Wren never staying in his embrace for longer than Blair could keep him distracted with his mouth on Wren’s skin. But Wren had stayed close, and it was enough.

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