pontmercyfriend | You're something like a phenomena. [For Freddie; backdated to the night of Nov. 30th]

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You're something like a phenomena. [For Freddie; backdated to the night of Nov. 30th]

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Marius delights in the huff of laughter that escapes from Freddie as he presses his hand against him, letting the breathless sound and the way Freddie's eyelids flutter wash right over him. He barely registers the noise of the door opening, clutching as he is at Freddie. He stumbles into the room, dragged by the front of his shirt, and just catches a glimpse of the space of it before Freddie has him pressed up against a wall.

He groans as their mouths meet once more, frantic and hungry; yearning for even more physical closeness, as though they could fuse together through their lips alone. Marius drinks in the sight of Freddie with eager eyes, no longer restrained by the dimly light atmosphere of the Halloween party or any sort of nerves. His mind whirls as he grasps at Freddie with desperate hands, shivering as Freddie exposes the skin beneath his shirt.

And then Freddie has his wrists pinned to the wall.

Marius' head falls back, neck arching with an elongated breath of a moan at the feeling; he shudders. He moans again into Freddie's mouth, rolling his hips forward onto the leg between his thighs, craving the friction desperately.

He whimpers into the words Freddie presses against his lips, nearly rising onto his toes and hips arching forward as Freddie squeezes his wrists. He spills curses in French and English into his mouth before he manages enough focus for coherent speech.

"As many times as you want," he whispers back, voice raw from wanting as he tries to catch his breath. He watches Freddie through heavily-lidded eyes, savoring the sight of his kiss-swollen lips and the desire radiating from all over his body. He rolls his hips again, both for the friction and to encourage Freddie further, egg him on, as the saying goes.

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Marius knows he doesn't really know Freddie; this is only the second time they've met, and, again, by chance, really. Still, he finds himself intrigued by him, curious. Wanting to know him better, beyond just liking him for his cock, which he does, actually, already; he admires his confidence, his wit. Merely friendly, he insists to himself.

He can do this, he tells himself, determination underlying his thoughts. He can absolutely sleep with someone and want to get to know them better without falling for them. People, people like Freddie, even, do it all the time, so why can't he?

"Well, quasi-conversations, I suppose would be more accurate," Marius admits with a sheepish grin, flushing a bit with embarrassment. "Considering. But even still. Pretty clever for talking out of your ass." He eyes flash with amusement as he attempts to mimic Freddie's accent, teasing.

"Fair enough," he agrees, content still with Freddie draped over him. "But is liking you for your cock and finding you interesting as a person mutually exclusive, out of curiosity?"

The attempt at Freddie's accent is rather amusing, and a bit endearing as well, and he grins a little, biting back a laugh as Marius grins up at him. He wonders how terrible he'd sound if he were to attempt Marius's, but decides not to try it just yet.

No, for now, he gently eases his hips back a bit, reaching down between them to hold the condom as he slips out. His muscles are only a little bit sore as he rests back on his haunches, quickly tying off the bit of rubber and tossing it into the bin by the bed. His fingers are still covered in lube and he reaches to grab a tissue off the night table, wiping them clean before using the same bit of it on Marius's lower belly. A cloth would work better, but Freddie isn't too keen on leaving the bed just yet.

He drops back down onto the mattress a moment later, tissue discarded as he stretches out on his side, props his head on one hand. "What's so interesting about me then?" he asks, a challenging note in his voice. Because it's not something he's heard all that often, and the few times he has heard it, the sentiment doesn't last. "Not counting my cock or my mouth or anything at all to do with my body. What's got you so intrigued?"

Marius is pleased to make Freddie smile, biting back laughter, even. It's a lovely sight, especially in teasing moments such as this. "I admit, I can never quite pronounce your English slang, though I've tried," he says, shaking his head as he flashes Freddie another quirk of a smile.

He inhales as Freddie pulls out of him and moves off of him, feeling the emptiness just as suddenly and as fully as he'd experienced Freddie inside of him. He watches as Freddie cleans his hand, his own stomach, stretching out a bit in the process. He can feel the untidiness of his own hair around him, sticking up and out like a mangled bird's nest, and the way he must appear completely a mess. He finds it's a rather nice feeling, being messy like this, for the moment. He can't bring himself to move.

Marius disregards the remains of the mess on his stomach, unconcerned for the moment as he is much more content to stay in bed at this point in time. He turns to face Freddie, body aching, but in a way that proves satisfying rather than irritating as his torso and legs shift against the sheets of the bed. He rests his head against the crook of his elbow, glancing up to meet Freddie's gaze.

He lifts an eyebrow in response to the challenge he hears in Freddie's voice, where once he would have flinched, curious. It seems like Freddie can't understand why anyone would be interested in him beyond his body, and that only causes Marius' curiosity to flare more.

"The way you carry yourself," Marius answers, keeping his gaze focused on Freddie. "You court attention, but you don't seem to mind even if it's not the sort of attention you're looking for. And your intelligence and wit, which I suppose, technically does involve your mouth," he says with another smile.

They're stretched out, facing one another, the air still heavy with the smell of sweat and sex. It isn't uncomfortable, is the interesting thing despite the topic. Marius doesn't appear insulted by Freddie's questioning, his smile just as warm as it's always been.

Freddie's refusing to think that might mean anything.

He frowns a bit at Marius's reply, curious at what he might mean by the way Freddie carries himself and not sure whether or not to feel insulted when Marius seems to imply he's some sort of attention whore. And he's not honestly certain anyone's ever admired his wit before. Or his intelligence. Freddie knows he isn't stupid, but he's not some deep philosophical thinker either. He isn't a scientist or a mathematician, studying architecture proved that much. He hadn't lasted.

"You've already pulled, you know," he says then, the tease in his voice hiding the unsettled feeling creeping under his skin. "You could say it's just my cock you want and I'd be good to go another round." He pauses for a moment then, still considering as he studies Marius's face carefully. The longer he looks, the less Peter resembles Marius. Strangely. Maybe it's the accent or the way he does his hair, or maybe it's the look in his eyes that seems just as eager, if matured. "D'you think maybe you're just lonely?" he asks after a moment, his voice quieter. "Just looking for someone to spend some time with and you're making me out as someone I'm not."

The air lingers around and between them, heady with the aftermath of their intimacy. Marius can feel his side stick a bit against the sheets, covered in sweat. He's breathing at a slow and steady pace, and he's in no hurry to move at all.

Oddly, it's one of the most comfortable situations he's ever been in, even with a conversation like this.

He doesn't miss Freddie's frown, though, which makes him realize that he's likely put his foot in his mouth once again. His own expression grows concerned. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean...that is to say, I meant in the sense that you don't care what people think of you. I didn't mean it in a bad way," he says. "I think a better way of putting it would be, you seem comfortable in your own skin." He manages to stop himself before he full on rambles, thank the Lord.

He smiles again at the teasing, lifting his eyebrows archly as he replies. "Well, obviously, I'm fond of your cock," he says. "And I wouldn't say no to another round either." He finds himself studying Freddie's face in turn as he studies his, wondering what he thinks and what he sees. Briefly, the thought of whether anyone has told Freddie how he resembles one of those Greek, alabaster statues or not flickers in his mind. It vanishes as Freddie asks him that question.

Once, that question would have offended Marius. He would have lashed out with some sort of witty retort, likely aided by some pretentious quote from literature. Strangely, he isn't so now. Perhaps because of the truth of part of it; how lonely he actually is.

"Quite possibly," he admits, still meeting Freddie's gaze in a studious sort of manner. He doesn't feel like lying; he'd rather be honest. "I'm certainly lonely, I think that's fair to say. And if you'd prefer to keep things simple and physical, I'm happy to do that, honestly."

But he is, strangely, enjoying this conversation.

Something must show on Freddie's face as Marius starts backtracking almost immediately, apologizing with a shake of his head, words tumbling out of his mouth. Once again, it's strangely endearing and Freddie feels something under his skin relax a bit, another smile slowly creeping to his lips. It's hardly the first time someone's commented on his confidence and, while it may or may not be a compliment from some, it sounds like one from Marius at least.

Further, Marius continues to sound genuine. It's frightening, if he's honest. More than a little strange. In his experience, everyone lies. And, if they're not lying, they're at least hiding something. But Marius hardly seems to be hiding a thing, his answer honest in a way Freddie's never been himself.

"Lonely for what though?" he asks because that bit seems important. "Friendship? Companionship?" He pauses then, smile widening. "Or just sex?"

He cocks his head to the side, still watching Marius carefully before he reaches across to brush the back of his finger against Marius's nipple. "What is it you're looking for?"

Marius visibly relaxes at the sight of Freddie's smile; he settles into the sheets, sinking in a bit into the softness of the fabric against the slick skin of his lower back and thighs. He returns the smile in his own, slightly sheepish way. He's glad at the sight, glad that whatever offense he caused seems forgotten. He likes the slowness in the way said smile unfurls; like a gradually blooming flower, he thinks.

He banishes the thought as quickly as it appears in his head, wary of the path that might lead down.

The question is a fair one, and one that's haunted Marius for the past half year, at least. His head tilts forward a bit as he considers the question. Which is when Freddie brushes his finger against one of his nipples. His breath catches in his throat; he trembles a bit at the touch, eyes widening briefly. He blinks rapidly, needing a moment to get his thoughts in order.

"I'm happy with my friends at the moment, and I think companionship and I are a bit at odds currently," he admits, voice breathless as his chest rises and falls at a faster pace than normal.

"I do miss touching and being touched, kissing and being kissed, very much," he says, reaching out himself to trace his own patterns into Freddie's smooth skin.

"Mmm," Freddie hums, gaze dropping briefly to watch the way his fingers graze over Marius's smooth, freckled skin. He can feel Marius shiver under the touch, feel the catch of his breath as Freddie nears a nipple. He doesn't pinch or even tweak, but he does pause there, circling the nub as he lifts his gaze to Marius's once more.

There's more yet that Marius isn't saying, Freddie knows. But there's more Freddie isn't saying either and that isn't likely to change.

Still, he's curious and he drags a single finger down the center of Marius's chest, arching just a bit against the feel of Marius's finger on his own skin, the gentle little patterns he's drawing there. "Was it a bad break-up then?" he asks, well aware it's not really any of his business at all. But then, he did have his dick in Marius's arse only moments agao; they're a bit past exchanging mere pleasantries at this point.

Marius' breath keeps catching in his throat as Freddie continues his ministrations against his chest, breaking out in a huff of cracked air as he circles around his nipple. His touch proves electrifying as Freddie's blue eyes as Marius presses himself into it and meets his gaze with a flush running down his throat.

He presses down a bit more firmly against Freddie's own smooth skin, letting another of his fingers join the one tracing patterns as he feels Freddie arching into his touch. It's all simple, smooth touching; a quiet sort of desire, flickering with a budding intensity like embers.

Marius follows the finger dragging down his chest, thoughts whirling around his mind like smoke, before bringing his gaze back up to meet Freddie's once again. Perhaps he's lulled by their proximity, or the wake of their recent pleasure, but considering Freddie's question doesn't hurt as much as he might once have, even back at Halloween.

"In a way, I suppose so. The city tore us apart; my boyfriend disappeared from Darrow," he explains on a huff of breath, concentrating on the patterns he's etching into Freddie's skin. "And before that, my girlfriend disappeared from Darrow."

Freddie is only mildly surprised to find that Marius is as interested in the company of women as he is men and something about that little tidbit of knowledge makes him smile anew. He's still touching, slipping his fingers lower down the stretch of Marius's belly, over ridges of muscles and soft skin before stopping just shy of his navel, idly tracing a circle around it.

The smile, he realizes a moment later, likely looks a bit tactless given what Marius has just revealed and he schools it then, brow furrowing.

"That's pretty shit," he says, because it is. He's heard of people disappearing from here though he's yet to really witness it firsthand. It's not difficult to believe though given everything else he's seen, and it only makes sense that people disappear just as easily as they arrive. Some part of him is looking forward to the day he'll get to leave, but not having a choice in it at all is unsettling to say the least.

He shrugs then, sliding in a bit closer as he slips his hand lower, grazing fingertips over the course hair at the base of Marius's cock. "S'pose there's no real point to a relationship in a place like this. Better to just take what you can while you can."

Marius enjoys the sight of Freddie's smile, warm as the touches he places further down Marius' stomach, circling round his navel. He lets his own fingers slide down further, pressing down more intently as his breath hitches continues to hitch.

He manages a wry sort of smile in response to Freddie's observation, succinct as it is. "Quite," he agrees. "It, as they say, sucked." The initial months following both Rat and Kathy's disappearances were the worst; the sleepless nights and the bottles of alcohol consumed in a reckless quest to quench his sorrow. He still has his bad nights, of course; nights wondering whether he'll ever stop being the one left behind. But throwing himself into school, work, and nights like this help keep the aching at bay.

Freddie leans in closer, and Marius moves in as well, pressing into Freddie's touch moving lower still. His breathing grows obviously ragged and he gasps a bit at Freddie's fingertips moving across the hair on the lower parts of his body. He brings his other hand to begin smoothing down Freddie's face, moving to his chest as his other hand moves down his thigh. "That's what I'm trying now," he says. "To not get attached."

"Yeah, and how's it working for you?" Freddie asks, his voice lightly teasing as he grazes his fingers along the soft length of Marius's cock. He's a bit sticky still from his earlier release even after Freddie's attempt at cleaning him up a bit, but he likes that if he's honest. It's a nice piece of evidence left over.

Though he's only run into Marius twice now, Freddie gets the impression Marius is the romantic sort, the type who finds it all too easy to get attached. Freddie, of course, is on the other side of the spectrum. He'd like to avoid attachment at all costs if only to avoid being the one who's more invested. There's nothing more pathetic than that, he's found.

"Trying to sleep your way through the city now?" he continues, still teasing, lips curled in a sly grin. "I'm not judging, by the way. Wouldn't dream of it. Are you seducing young men and women in bars and ski lodges, convincing them to rent a room with you for the evening before you fuck them and leave, never to be seen again? You know, we've done this twice now," he points out, still smiling. "Some might call that a bit of an attachment."

"It's working," Marius replies, earnest even with the catch of his breath and the shudder that runs through him in response to Freddie's touch along his cock again. He can still feel the stickiness of his last release, which makes him blush, but Freddie doesn't seem to mind it.

The people he goes home with, Marius finds, have all been obliging and amiable about the matter, for the most part, friendly and joking, even, in the mornings after. Some of them have even become friends, or, in the case of Maya, his coworker, even better friends. With the exceptions of a couple of terrible nights, one of which was a good portion of Marius' fault, Marius has had rather good luck with the entire enterprise of attempting to sleep his feelings away. Though, no matter how many people he goes to bed with, no amount of intimacy can quite quell the dull aching of his heart, when Marius really stops and considers it.

Which is why, of course, he does his level best to avoid considering it.

"Something like that," Marius manages with a laugh, leaning in closer to Freddie's smile, letting their lips linger close for a bit as his own touches travel lower down Freddie's body, more insistent. His eyes flash with a teasing glimmer and his own mouth quirks into a crooked smile. "Maybe not quite the whole city, though. I'm not that ambitious."

He snorts, shaking his head as he pulls back a bit. "I suppose they have a point, there. Physical attachment is still attachment, no? Just without the chocolate and flowers."

It's surprisingly easy to laugh and tease with Freddie like this. If Marius stops and thinks of it, he would have cause to worry. As it is, he leans in again instead, pressing his mouth to Freddie's, kissing him thoroughly. He pulls back again with another teasing glint in his eyes. "As it happens, I suspect you're quite attached to my mouth."

Marius's kiss is almost teasing, wide mouth stretched in a grin as he presses in close to whisper his lips against Freddie's. And Freddie grins right back, meeting the touch eagerly, pulling away only enough to let Marius continue speaking and biting back a groan when Marius's own hand turns a bit more intent down between his thighs.

He arches his hips slightly, pressing into the touch, gaze not leaving the glint of humour sparkling in Marius's eyes.

"It is a very nice mouth," he concedes with a soft laugh, the sound of it melting away beneath the next press of Marius's lips. He hums into the kiss, sneaks his tongue in for a better taste as he curls his hand more firmly around Marius's soft length. He squeezes then, more a promise than any real act of intent just yet and closes his eyes. It's a good feeling, this. Nice and warm and comfortable. Marius might be the romantic sort, but he isn't overbearing in a way Freddie's certainly seen before. He's tentative, nervous about things attachment in a way Freddie himself recognizes all too well.

Maybe it's a good fit in that way, maybe they can both get exactly what they want from this, even if it's only this one more night.

Marius lets the warmth of their kissing wash right over him, sighing a bit between the press of their lips. His grin remains, turns a bit crooked, at the groan Freddie bites back, and he leans in to bump their noses together slightly as they speak. He continues his exploration of Freddie's skin, keeping one hand on the area around his thigh and the other moving up to brush slightly against his cock.

"I do try," he replies with another grin, eyes glimmering even more brightly at the soft sound of Freddie's laughter. "Or, rather, more accurately, my mouth does try." He lets out a pleased noise as their lips press together once again, opening his mouth to Freddie's tongue, his own rising up to meet it. He moans into the kiss, shuddering at the hand around him as his own hands stutter against Freddie's skin.

He keeps kissing Freddie, enjoying the unhurried, relaxed atmosphere surrounding them in this moment. There's nothing but this room and the two of them with no expectations of anything but this kind of slowburning intimacy; Marius finds he rather enjoys it all, as he lets his own hand wrap around Freddie's length in turn.

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You're something like a phenomena. [For Freddie; backdated to the night of Nov. 30th]

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