After the second time Shane didn’t even try to deny it, fucking someone in an adrenaline fuelled faze is somewhat different to having lazy sex in his kitchen in the early morning. Knight doesn’t give him a lot of chance to denial either, he just keeps turning up in Shane’s bland apartment, completely ignoring the fact that it’s in the middle of a military base and that he’s still a wanted man. He’ll disappear for weeks and then appear again at the foot of Shane’s bed, watchful and hopeful and Shane can’t do anything but hold the blankets open and feel the bed dip beside him (Shane doesn’t get to go anywhere these days, he has the feeling that those in charge think that if he does World War Three will spontaneously break out).
Sometimes Knight falls asleep, exhausted and heavy, dead to the world and Shane watches him snore, seeing where there are black lines of stitches and where there are the smudges of bruises.
Sometimes he comes in twitching and angry and can’t sleep until Shane holds him down and fucks him hard and dry. Until he’s shaking and swearing and breaking apart and Shane has to fight him for it. They come away with bruises and bites and blood on the sheets but Knight finally sleeps.
The best times though are when he slips in warm and soft, sliding closer under the blankets. Shane stretches out his arm, tugging him closer until he’s pressed up against his side, cold from the air outside.
He’s always naked in bed, Shane’s not sure he understands the concept of pyjamas, so his naked skin presses up against the soft cotton shirt and pants that hang loose on Shane’s body. He slides his hands under the sagging waistband, cupping his half hard dick (it knows what’s coming when Knight gets into bed). He likes to tease Shane like that, stroking him too slowly in his pants as he slides his own dick along Shane’s hip. He’ll wait until Shane stops him, keeping him utterly turned on until he gives in and pushes off his pants, rolling over to cover Knight’s body with his.
He bites down lightly on Knight’s chest, grazing his teeth over his nipple, watching him arch and swear. This is usually about the time Knight tries to take control back, hooking his knee under Shane’s and trying to flip him, it works about half the time, they are very well matched. Tonight it doesn’t and Shane wrestles him back down, grinding their hips together until Knight’s legs lose strength and his hips are snapping upwards.
“Cheater.” Knight groans.
“Turnabout’s fair play.” Shane laughs into his neck, his hands coming down to grip Knight’s hips.
He watches Knight’s head thrash around on the pillow, groaning and panting as his hips keep thrusting forward in a punishing rhythm. He has patience for many things but sex isn’t one of them, once his dick hardens he loses all ability to care about anything but coming.
Knight claws at his back, his hips moving erratically and he swears hotly into Shane’s shoulder as he shakes himself apart. Shane presses their slack mouths together in an almost-kiss as he slides in Knight’s come, pushing himself over the edge.
Shane rolls off, flopping onto his side, his chest heaving. He pulls his shirt off like he always does, it being the only piece of clothing in the bed and wipes them both lazily before tossing it onto the floor.
Knight slides closer until they’re wrapped up in each other, cooling skin pressed up close. He shifts, restlessly until Shane stills him with a hand on his thigh.
“Calm down and go to sleep, you’re home now.”