“Fuck yeah,” Mickey grunted, jumping to his feet and hauling Roger up with him.
The couch was the only available option, and they fell down on the cushions together. Mickey got on top of Roger, unzipping Roger’s jumpsuit so fast the zipper broke.
“Mm, Mickey.” Roger dragged him into a deep kiss, fumbling to help him get the jumpsuit off. He was just as wild as he was when they’d been fighting, and his hands were all over Mickey, pulling frantically at his clothes.
Mickey hated how his eyes watered in pain every time Roger bumped his nose, but it did little to slow him down. He took off his holsters and his shirt, watching Roger wiggle out of the jumpsuit.
Roger’s body was beautiful, tan and chiseled. Mickey hadn’t taken nearly enough time to fully appreciate how gorgeous he was, and he felt a wave of possession wash over him.
No one else would ever have this man again.
Never.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ hot. You look like some crazy ass batshit Greek god.”
“Yeah?” Roger smirked. “You look like somebody beat the fuck out of you.”
“Keep it up, and we’ll be fuckin’ twins,” Mickey warned.
“Yeah, yeah.” Roger pulled his wallet out of the jumpsuit pocket, rifling through it and holding up a single condom. “Make it fuckin’ count.”
“You ain’t gotta worry about that,” Mickey promised as he pushed his pants down around his knees, spreading Roger’s legs wide. “I fuckin’ got this.”
Roger tore the condom open with his teeth and quickly rolled it on Mickey’s cock. “Less talking, more fucking.”
“You even prepped?”
“Uh, duh.”
“You just walk around all lubed up, waiting to get fucked?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“For fuck’s sake.” Mickey rubbed his dick against Roger’s hole, only a few quick swipes before he was pushing inside of him. As promised, Roger was slick and ready for him. He’d expected to take Roger hard and fast right away, but something gave him pause.
He couldn’t explain it, but beyond the primal rage there was an unexpected tenderness now simmering between them. Crybaby and Duncan were probably dead, and they could have both died alongside them. None of them were meant to walk away from that plant, and yet here they were, together.
Mickey’s eyes were stinging with tears, and it wasn’t from his busted nose.
Roger appeared equally entranced, his hands gently tracing along Mickey’s smooth skin and cupping his cheeks. He swallowed audibly, and his voice was strained as he whispered, “We gonna fuck or what?”
Mickey snapped out of it, baring his teeth and rearing his hips back, then thrusting forward. He gasped at the sudden heat of Roger’s body wrapping up every inch of him, groaning as he pushed all the way in.
Roger’s head flopped limp against the cushions as Mickey went from zero to a hundred, fucking him savagely. He moaned hysterically and cheered him on, “God! Fuck yeah! Come on, fuck me, Mickey! Goddamn!”
Mickey was relentless, slamming his cock as deep as he could every time, pounding away at Roger’s tight body like a jackhammer. He grunted when Roger pulled him down for a kiss, savoring the taste of blood mixing in with their spit.
Roger pushed his tongue against Mickey’s, and he groaned happily. He clung to Mickey’s hips and smacked his ass. “Fuck, yeah! Come on, fuckin’ get it! Fuck me! Fuck! Goddamn, Mickey!”
Mickey loved every second of it, flashing a wicked smile before hoisting Roger’s legs up. He held onto his ankles, tilting his body back as he fucked him even deeper, bottoming out with a satisfied moan. “Fuck,” he panted, “your ass feels fuckin’ awesome.”
“Goddamn right it does.” Roger slipped his hand down to jerk himself off. He cried out when Mickey started fucking him harder, making his feet curl. “Goddamn, Mickey! Fu-uuuck!”
Mickey grinned, panting and sweating, but never slowing down. He absolutely ravaged Roger, their skin smacking in time with the frantic squeaking of the couch. “Takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ,” he praised. “Fuck, you look so good takin’ my dick.”
“Shut the fuck up about it and give me some more.” Roger yelped when Mickey gave him a particularly nasty slam.
“Roll the fuck over,” Mickey commanded as he pulled out. “Maybe get your face down in those pillows so I don’t have to hear your fuckin’ mouth.”
