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Shatterstar's mouth never stopped being amazing, Rictor decided hazily. 'Star's arms were loose around his hips, one palm tucked into the back pocket of his jeans, one hand digging into the seam of his ass, and he leaned back and took Rictor's weight easily, propped against the wall and head tilted down just a bit. His kisses were generous and sweet, careful and earnest, and seemed to go on forever.
Rictor made a hoarse sound and tried to remember what he'd been looking for in the kitchen, before Shatterstar had come up behind him, hands on his shoulders and mouth at the nape of his neck. Chicken, chicken something, chicken salad. Sandwich. Chicken salad sandwich. And a beer. And a--
"Oh fuck," he panted, as Shatterstar pulled him in a little tighter. One of Rictor's thighs fell between Shatterstar's legs, and 'Star breathed raggedly into his mouth and tilted his hips up into the pressure, rubbing against Rictor's thigh with tiny rhythmic pulses that set fire to something in Rictor's brain.
"Oh my god," someone said, loudly.
Rictor yanked his attention away from Shatterstar's mouth, red and wet and tempting, and managed to turn his head. Strong Guy should have gone to bed hours ago, and everyone else was fuck-knows-where, so there shouldn't have been anyone to...
Layla was standing there, eyes huge and stunned. Next to her, Jamie appeared to be having a silent fit of laughter. He could see Monet and Terry behind them, but he couldn't tell what their reactions were.
"Hey, you're back," he rasped, and Shatterstar made a curious sound and dropped his head down, began laying a line of kisses along his throat, biting softly at his collarbone and the tender spot under his ear. Rictor shuddered and felt his eyes falling shut. Maybe it was just the high of having Shatterstar back, finally, finally after so fucking long, but he honestly didn't care if they wanted to stand there all night.
Actually, it looked like they might. Layla, at least, looked like she was too shocked to move.
"Gotta problem there?" Rictor managed, and ground into Shatterstar's body, felt the answering push as Shatterstar met him and gave it back. He nipped at Shatterstar's chest a little, warningly, and groaned under his breath as 'Star gripped his ass tighter, pulled him closer in.
He was a little distracted for a while. When he looked up again, they were gone.
"Who was that?" Shatterstar asked, a completely gratifying catch in his voice. Rictor lowered his head, nuzzled at Shatterstar's shirt until he found a nipple, then bit down. 'Star shuddered, and he switched to rubbing it with broad pushes of his tongue through the material.
"Layla Miller," Rictor managed, and totally against his will, found himself starting to smile. "She knows stuff."
"She seemed very surprised," Shatterstar observed, a little dubiously, and Rictor's smile turned into a smug grin that he couldn't help.
"Oh yeah," he said, already looking forward to pointing that out in the morning.