“I hate them,” Wren said when Teddy was naked from the waist down in front of him, his erection at eye level, flushed red and leaking.
“What?” Teddy said, voice breaking when Wren’s fingers skimmed the insides of his spread thighs.
“Everyone,” Wren said, leaning his forehead against Teddy’s hip bone, face turned toward his crotch. His breath ruffled the neat pubic hairs and Teddy shivered above him. “Everyone who stole you away. Everyone who got to know you when I didn’t. Everyone who had you when I wasn’t allowed.”
“Wren…”
He pushed his face into the crease of Teddy’s thigh and inhaled.
“You still smell the same. Just like you do in every memory I have of you. I hate everyone who has this scent in their own memories.”
Teddy almost whimpered above him, his stomach clenching and back bowing as he arched toward Wren.
Wren licked up from his balls to the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste.
You taste the same too,” he said before wrapping his lips around the head for a second, then releasing it. “Like home. Like mine. I hate everyone who got to taste you.”
His words got trapped in his throat and he shook his head against the onslaught of images of faceless, nameless bodies tangled with Teddy’s on neatly made beds and soft, clean sheets.
He dove in like it would save his life, swallowing Teddy down to the root and letting him invade his throat. He wanted it to burn. He wanted it to feel all-consuming. He wanted Teddy tofeel everything Wren was feeling. He wanted him to forget that anyone else had ever been where Wren wanted to stay.
He sucked, nails digging into Teddy’s thighs. He could feel Teddy’s knees buckling, his breath stuttering and his hands scrambling for purchase against the smooth metal. Wren looked up, mouth full of him and caught his eyes.
Teddy looked wrecked. Hair undone and falling over his forehead, mouth swollen red from Wren’s kisses and panting.
His hips made soft thrusts against Wren’s mouth, and Wren gave him a small nod, relaxing back on his heels and closing his eyes, letting himself be overpowered and owned.
He reached up to pull at Teddy’s sleeve, getting his hand down and pushing it into his own hair. He wrapped his fingers around Teddy’s and guided them into a fist.
“Wren…” Teddy moaned as his hips snapped forward. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Wren whimpered in response, reaching into his pants to get his cock out and into the tight circle of his fingers.
His mind went blank at the feeling of Teddy in his mouth. The taste of him sliding down his throat and coating his insides. The rush of it melted the world around them into a blurry nothingness. It was Wren’s happy place. No voices, no jobs, no others around them. Just Wren and Teddy, merged into one being, floating.
He relaxed his throat and Teddy sank deeper. Wren gagged a bit but kept his grip on Teddy’s ass firm so he wouldn’t get any ideas about stopping. Pulling out. Detaching them. Forcing them to exist as separate entities.
His pleasure built slowly as he pumped his own cock, but it was an afterthought. He had just one goal in mind. Just one singular thought running on an endless loop in his head.
“Close…” Teddy tried using the grip on Wren’s hair to pull him off, but Wren sank his nails into Teddy’s ass and held on.
Teddy’s hips lost rhythm.
“Wren…” he moaned, almost doubling over.
Wren came back to reality and he pulled off, gripping Teddy’s cock and aiming it right toward his face.
“What…” Teddy asked, but Wren just closed his eyes and parted his lips, pumping his cock as fast as he could until he felt it pulse under his touch. Seconds later, the warmth of Teddy’s release painted his face, splashes landing on his closed lids, tangling in his hair, coating his lips and chin and cheeks.
It smelled just like he remembered. He flicked his tongue out to taste it and he cried out at the familiarity of it. At how right it was.
The taste sent him crashing over the edge and he came at Teddy’s feet, spilling onto the rubber-stained tarmac.
“Fuck, Little Bird.” Wren felt Teddy’s hand leave his hair as he dropped down to kneel in front of him, scooping him into his arms until he was boneless and curled in his lap on the ground. “Fuck.”
Wren just hummed, because he wasn’t there anymore. Not in any real, tangible way. He was aware of everything but he was finally fully detached from the world he hated so much. His entire being condensed into the places where Teddy’s body was touching his. Everything he was narrowed to those points of contact.
He felt like he had stopped floating for the first time since the tides of Nexus had swept him up and refused to let him touch ground.
