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Rude doesn’t remember when he realised, but once he did it seemed so obvious.
Reno wanted him.
It was in the blushes, the way colour touched Reno’s cheeks whenever Rude got close. And Reno, even given his complexion, rarely blushed. Which was weird, but when Rude really thought about it it wasn’t weird because Reno had clearly never felt a moment of embarrassment or shame in his life. At least not publically. But now, now, Rude got to imagine what it would look like when Reno was under him, or over him, breathing heavy and panting and flushed, from his face all the way down his chest and would the back of his neck flush too if Rude fucked him hard enough from behind or—
It was in the way Reno stuttered too — Reno of all people, who could, in all his endless energy, easily fire off a smooth 300 words a minute without breaking a sweat — stumbling over his words like a 16 year old school boy with his first crush. Whether it was Reno’s brain or the brain-mouth connection that stopped functioning Rude didn’t care to speculate because, and he meant this so sincerely, either way it was fucking cute.
And Reno had always been so god damned cocksure — Tseng even liked to joke that he walked dick first into every room — carrying an easy, lazy confidence, endlessly aware of how he looked and what he sounded like and exactly how he needed to move and speak and laugh and how to drop his eyelids just enough to make you feel like you were alone together, sharing something a little bit secret and a whole lot dirty.
The change must have been so gradual that Rude just hadn’t noticed. Or maybe the events of the past few years had changed Reno like it had changed all of them in some way. Rude was surprised Reno had managed to last any amount of time without getting what he wanted though — he was nothing if not an instant gratification kind of guy — how he’d managed to spend so much time burning over someone was beyond Rude.
Rude had always known that he was attracted to Reno, which wasn’t unique in any way — the number of people who wanted Reno was only rivalled by the number of people he annoyed, two groups of people whose Venn diagram was honestly approaching overlapping circles. He pulled people’s attention naturally just by existing — and he knew it — but he also enjoyed encouraging that kind of attention, both by driving people up the wall and by the overtly suggestive flirting. Sure, he was cheesy at times, but it worked.
The thing was, it was always women. That was Reno’s type — women. Rude had never been able to pick a pattern, any kind of preference for a particular feature… Reno just liked women. And Rude accepted that. It became more and more difficult as his feelings changed from simple attraction to something deeper. But Turks learnt to compartmentalise early on in their career, a necessity that would determine how long they lasted in the job, whether by their own hand or Shinra’s. So Rude compartmentalised. He watched Reno talk up woman after woman, never leaving a club or a bar alone, and never leaving before he’d shot Rude a wink on his way out. Rude tucked every one of these moments in a little box labelled “heartbreak” “Reno” and shoved it far, far back in his mind.
And, classically, that worked until it didn’t. Until Reno had come back after Sector 7, his body bloodied by Avalanche, his mind now carrying the weight of the thousands he’d committed to a terrifying death. After that, how could Rude deny him the softness he’d needed but was obviously too afraid to vocalise? That was when Rude really fell.
But Rude was nothing if not respectful, especially of his friends. Reno wanted friendship from his partner and Rude could — and would — provide that. Over the years they became closer, settling into something that was deeper than Rude had ever experienced. He knew he could trust Reno with his life, that Reno would suffer the seven circles of hell before he would betray Rude.
Seeing Reno happy became enough.
Now though, now Rude’s favourite thing to do was get Reno flustered. He loved watching Reno while he tried not to vibrate out of his skin, grappling for something, anything, to help him recover his confident facade. Elena had clocked it too, Rude’s slow torture of the poor man. She suspiciously became incredibly clumsy, spilling her coffee on Rude’s jacket so he’d have to take it off. Watching Reno squirm from a distance at the sight of Rude’s standard issue white shirt stretched across his back and doing a terrible job hiding her smirk behind her hand. Once she’d tripped Reno, sent him flailing into Rude’s arms and absolutely cackled when Reno stared up at Rude, like a damsel, his mouth doing a surprisingly accurate impression of a fish’s while his face turned the colour of an unprepared tourist on vacation in Costa del Sol.
Tifa propositioned him one night after he’d helped her set up her new brewing equipment — the new bar had more space than Seventh Heaven and Tifa had decided she wanted to try her hand at brewing her own beer. She was strong and likely capable of moving everything on her own, but some things were easier with a second set of hands. Rude finished lifting the final tank into place and turned to tell Tifa only to find her suddenly pressed against his front, her hands running up over his chest and shoulders before she laced her fingers behind his neck.
“If you don’t have anywhere else to be…” she began, trailing off at the obvious invitation.
“I— Tifa,” Rude started, resting his hands low on her hips, “…but”
“But…” she sighed, releasing her hands and stepping back from his hold, “but I’m not the one you want.” Rude nodded and Tifa smiled softly in return.
“I’m sorry.” He offered, not wanting the rejection to sting.
Tifa shook her head, her voice lilting, “Mmm, don’t be sorry. You two are close, I get it. I could never really just howclose. Honestly, my money was always on platonic life partners.”
“Your money?” Rude asked.
“Yeah,” Tifa chuckled, a little sheepishly, “we uh… we may have had a running bet going for a while. Still have, actually. On what you and Reno are to each other. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we were all close too, our group.” Tifa gestured vaguely towards the bar as though that represented what became of their Avalanche. “It was impossible not to be with everything going on. I don’t think we would have survived if we weren’t. But you and Reno always seemed… I don’t know. More.
Cloud and Barret both had you together together, but I never wanted to assume that was the case just because you were close. I like to believe that men can be that close with their friends as well. Maybe it was wishful thinking — Reno mentioned you’d had eyes on me since before the world started ending. I figured it was worth a try.”
“I always thought you and Cloud had something.” Rude said.
“No.” Tifa responds, blunt, but not harsh. “No, we never have. There was a time when I thought maybe we would, then that thought became maybe after, but he’s pulled so far back inside his own head sometimes it’s hard to get anything more than a single syllable sound out of him.
He never had the chance to process Aeris’s death, Sephiroth made sure he never had the time. Now, there’s nothing buttime. And I think it’s affecting all of us, in different ways.”
“I’m sorry,” Rude repeated, at a loss for what else to say at Tifa’s sudden openness; this was easily the longest conversation they’d ever had. “I’m sorry you lost him.”
Tifa shook her head. “I didn’t lose him. You can’t lose what you never had, and I never had Cloud’s affections like that.” She sighed heavily and turned to the door, heading back towards the bar. Rude followed.
“Is there a reason you’ve never told him? Or have you?” She asked as they crossed the threshold from the back room to the bar itself, long since closed for the night. Rude shook his head before realising he was still behind Tifa and unless she’d grown eyes in the back of her head, she couldn’t see his response.
“No, I haven’t told him. And I won’t… he seems happy, if also a little put off by, as you said, all of the time.”
Tifa began to flip the chairs and place them upside down on the tables, clearing the floors so that she could come through and clean them. Rude began to help, feeling the uncomfortable need to be anything but still.
“Is he though?” Tifa asked, turning to face Rude, “Is he happy?”
“I— …” Rude stumbled. He’d assumed Reno was happy. Mostly, at least. He was very close to being his old self, as close as he could be anyway. But Rude had never actually asked. It wasn’t like they didn’t talk about their feelings — the kind of macho bullshit that preached that real men don’t talk about their feelings helped no one, especially with so many layers of trauma stacked on each other. So yeah, they talked. Sometimes into the early hours of the morning, each nursing a forgotten glass of whiskey while they sat across from one another at one of their apartments. They talked about being Turks. About that time when Sepiroth sliced Tseng nearly in two and they’d almost lost him. They talked about Sector 7, about black materia, about meteor, about Midgar, about the old Shinra, about the Geostigma, about those fucking Sephiroth triplets (Rude could still hear them saying Mother Mother Mother). They talked about surviving the end of the world, over and over again.
But they never talked about now. They never talked about how it was to be stuck in this limbo, waiting for the next bad thing to happen, the next Armageddon, waiting for it to show up day after day after day until it had been so many days that Rude felt something almost like hope that it was actually finally over. He now wondered whether Reno felt that same hope too.
In that moment Rude realised he’d been lying to himself. He didn’t tell Reno he loved him because of Reno’s happiness — he didn’t tell Reno because he was petrified it would unbalance the tenuous equilibrium that had settled over the world. Over them. Like this one confession had the power to topple everything they’d built over so many years and so many tragedies.
Rude exhaled heavily and realised that Tifa was still watching him, had been watching him the whole time as he’d come to this realisation, a look of understanding on her face.
“Yeah, I suspected otherwise. There’s just no way someone can look that morose while silently staring at the bottom of their sixth beer of the night. Silently, Rude. Reno,” Tifa lowered her voice to an almost whisper as though they weren’t the only two in the room, “silent.”
It was a strange concept for sure. Rude smiled before something else hit him.
“Wait, Reno comes in here?” He asked. Tifa cocked her head to the side, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. Of course Reno came here, they both frequented the bar, the rest of the Turks occasionally tagging along with them. “Well,” Rude amended, “alone. Reno comes here alone?”
Tifa nodded, “Sure. He sits right there every time,” she said as pointed to the bar stool second from the far left, “and if it’s not free, he makes it free.” And I let him, the unspoken implication in her words.
“Right.” Rude responded, looking to the stool. Odd, for Reno to sit somewhere so open with his back to the door. Like he’d deliberately chosen a spot where he knew he’d be unable to completely relax.
Tifa restarted her efforts with the chairs, moving around the tables methodically. “Yeah. The first few times he was exactly how I expected — you know, loud, flirty, spent the night obnoxiously eyeing his next catch — but it felt fake to me, like he was doing it because he knew that’s what I expected. And one night he just… dropped the facade. Now he just… sits. And he drinks, a lot. And then he pays his tab and he leaves, just as alone as he came.”
Tseng was ruthless in every aspect of his life, personal, professional, or otherwise. He didn’t do anything by halves. This was, unfortunately for Reno, only exacerbated by his relationship with Rufus, the only person who could match Tseng’s enthusiasm for a job thoroughly done.
“Reno,” Tseng started as he’d barely even entered the room, “I need you and Rude on this ASAP — get him, now. I expect confirmation of your departure in 10 minutes.”
For fucks sake, Reno thought. Rebel groups had been rare since Midgar was destroyed and Shinra had, at least publicly, made a concerted effort to ‘atone for their sins’, projecting a very believable peaceful, community based image. Still, when they did pop up, usually small and woefully unorganised, Rufus liked them contained before they had a chance to become organised.
Intel of weapons stolen from a warehouse in Junon had come in. It was only small arms — some low level materia, a few rifles, possibly a bazooka but hey what’s a bazooka these days, sure wouldn’t help you if some fucking Bahamut variant decided to try and flatten the city again — but Reno thought it was less about the stuff and more about Shinra’s Pride. Sure, Rufus wasn’t his daddy, but he was still a Shinra, and those fuckers were real sensitive when it came to public image.
Reno let out an exaggerated groan as he stopped what he was working on (napping on the office couch — rest is important) to get up, stretching until his spine popped in several places. Tseng’s face twitched at the sound. “You know where he is?” Reno asked even though it would have taken him 30 seconds to pull out his phone and check himself.
“Pool.”
Reno groaned again.
Rude liked the gym, and Reno liked that Rude liked the gym. But he didn’t like it enough to ever actually go — he fucking hated the cesspool. He’d never even set foot in the gym at their new building, located on one of the basement levels (he’d had to check which one), because why would he waste his time. It was gross, the air was somehow too wetand too dry at the same time, and everyone made weird noises while they vanity lifted more weight than they probably should and awkwardly caught each other’s eyes in the mirrors. Ew.
But even worse than the gym — yes, that was possible — was the pool. Reno would take a star role in the sweat soaked homoerotic bro-fest that was the gym before he would even dip a fucking pinky toe into a pool. Why anyone would want to be in that much water Reno would never understand. He grew up in the slums, the most water he’d ever been in was a bath and those were few and far between. He also knew, from unfortunate firsthand experience, that it was very easy to drown in a bath, and it was especially easy to make that drowning look like an accident. No, Reno could also go his entire life without ever having one again and he’d be more than okay with that. Now having a shower gradually spit the exact same (if not more) water onto his body, that he could handle. And did handle, happily, on a daily basis.
It was meditation for Rude. It was quiet, rhythmic, and required nothing from his brain besides a background level of stroke stroke stroke breathe. Reno needed meditation more than anyone he knew but was met with a blank stare the first time Rude had invited him. He got the hint.
At his 50th lap Rude stopped near the side of the pool and pulled his goggles off, ran his hands back over the scalp. The ladder to exit the pool was right there but he barely used it, instead putting his hands on the tiled edge and pulling himself up and out. Walking to grab his towel from the bench he caught the sight of Reno in his peripherals.
Reno who was surely having some kind of cardiac episode if the colour on his face was anything to go by.
See, Reno knew conceptually that Rude swam, but because Reno had never actually joined him he hadn’t spent a whole lot of time considering it. Sure, he understood that swimming meant water which usually mean minimal clothing but that had all still been conceptual. It hadn’t actually existed for Reno until the exact moment that he watched Rude pull himself from the pool. And Rude was wearing, god, surely they had to be the shortest swim trunks ever made. And they were wet.
So very wet and so very, very, stuck to Rude’s body.
He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die.
Which, obviously he wasn’t actually going to die but it felt like he was going to die or like maybe he had already died and this was either his personal heaven or his personal hell or maybe it was just a cheap porno or fuck it why not, maybe it was all three.
And Rude was looking at him expectantly because Reno hated the gym and he hated the pool even more and Rude knewReno hated it so Reno was obviously down here for something important but Reno couldn’t quite recall what that Important Thing was while his brain was desperately struggling to reboot itself.
“Helicopter.” Was what came out first Very Good Reno starting strong, and at Rude’s cocked eyebrow he pulled even more together, “Us, helicopter, now. Junon. Let’s go.”
Rude nodded his acknowledgement, graciously not mentioning Reno’s obvious malfunction.
“Uh… yup.” Reno said uselessly before turning to leave — he’d told Rude what he’d needed to so there was no fucking way he was staying here a second longer.
As he walked back towards the elevators the sound of shuffling feet and voices had his head snap up, eyes searching for the source. He saw blonde hair just over the top of a stack of plyo boxes. Elena. A few steps closer revealed no, not just Elena, but Elena, Tseng, and Rufus. What the fuck Reno thought as his eyes back tracked from the current position, where he could see…
The pool. More specifically, Rude next to the pool, drying his head way too vigorously for someone who had no hair. He turned back to face the other three who had given up any pretence that he hadn’t noticed them. Elena at least had the good grace to look guilty, but fucking Tseng just tapped a finger on his watch expectantly, mouthing 10 minutes at him and, fuck this lot. Reno glared at every one of them and left for the elevator. The ride up to the helipad at the top of the building was long and Reno struggled being confined in a small space at the best of times but this, he was ready to rip his own skin off because they knew and not only did they know but they fucking set him up.
And you know what, whatever, that was fine, he could deal with it from them but what really had his bones itching was something else.
Rude knew.
The ride to Junon was tense. Rude caught on and left Reno to his thoughts — they would come out eventually and when they did come out, most likely fast and angry, Rude would be there. But he admired Reno every time this happened, and he had seen it a hundred times, because when Reno stepped off that helicopter he was a Turk. A consummate professionalas he liked to say.
Turned out it was just a bunch of punk teenage kids trying to figure out their place. Rude didn’t blame them — the world had gone to shit after all — so he was happy to let them off as long as they returned everything they stole. Reno was on board as well, so they left, but not without putting the fear of Shiva into the kids first.
Reno stayed silent the entire ride back to Midgar, practically throwing himself from the chopper once Rude had put it down.
Rude thought about that night with Tifa for a long time. He paid closer attention to his partner, finally seeing what Tifa had alluded to. It upset him, the realisation that someone else had noticed something in Reno that he’d missed, when he’d thought he was so attuned to his moods. No one knew Reno like he did, right? Apparently not.
The next time they found themselves pouring their trauma out to each other as casually as others might talk about the weather, Rude finally asked.
“Are you happy?”
Reno stared at him, and Rude stared back, the question sitting heavily between them. Their eyes stayed locked for long enough that it should have been awkward, would have been awkward in any other situation. Reno’s eyes flicked back and forth between Rude’s, right left right left right left, as if he was searching for something.
Whether he found it or not, eventually, Reno took a drink, breaking the spell to respond, “Happy enough man. Happy enough.”
That was the only time they spoke about it.
Christina moaned as Riley pushed his hand over her mound, fingers dipping between her lips, already drenched by the wetness leaking from her pussy, telling her “good girl” as he did. Laid next to her she could feel his hardness as he rutted against the outside of her thigh, and she couldn’t help but coax him away so she could push her legs wide, inviting him to crawl—
Rude heard the beeping of the keypad at the door of his apartment, his eyes leaving the page of one of the shitty excellent romance books he loved to indulge in (the kind with cover art of the helpless, half dressed woman falling into the protagonist’s unnaturally muscled, always shirtless chest). He dog eared his current page and put the book aside — face down — although he’d deny any feelings of embarrassment. His eyes on the door, Rude wasn’t worried; there were few people who knew the code to unlock his door, and every one of them was a Turk. Checking the time on his watch — 3:22 am — he figured it could only be one person.
Reno threw his door open and visibly steadied himself in the doorway before taking two wobbly steps in and slamming the door behind him.
“You!” He said as he pointed his finger accusingly at Rude.
“Me.”
Reno began walking towards him, if you could approximate what Reno was currently doing as walking. Stumbling, maybe, but somehow slightly more graceful.
“You prick. Six—” fuck, he mumbled, gathered his wits, “—six fucking months you’ve been… you’ve been teasing me.” Reno kept at it, one foot (mostly) in front of the other until he made it to Rude’s coffee table, unceremoniously plopping his butt on it in front of Rude.
“You’ve been fucking with me for six fucking months, you asshole!” Reno was staring at him, his face angry, but his eyes betraying the hurt he really felt. “I know a lot about you Rude, a whole fucking lot, but I have never known you to be cruel…” Reno’s voice broke on the last word and he leant to rest his forearms onto his thighs and looked away from Rude. He was breathing heavily, each exhale carrying the smell of whiskey.
Rude mirrored Reno’s position, leaning forward with his forearms rested on his thighs. “Shit, Reno, I never meant—” Reno cut him off, looked back to Rude with something else burning in his eyes.
“And you’re not cruel. Never… never to me. You’d never hurt me like that, would you?” He asked.
Rude shook his head, slowly.
“Of course you fucking figured it out, but you didn’t tease me to be cruel, did you?”
Rude shook his head again.
“You want me too.” It wasn’t a question, “this… this was all one big long stretch of fucking foreplay to you.”
Rude didn’t have to respond, didn’t have a chance even if he’d wanted to. Reno stood up from the table, shaky, suddenly doing his best impression of sexy like he didn’t have enough alcohol in his system to bring down a Behemoth. He straddled Rude, legs either side of Rude’s thighs, his mouth coming close to Rude’s ear to whisper to him, you want me too. Rude’s hands moved to stabilise Reno, holding him at the hips, his thumbs pressing hard just inside the front of Reno’s hip bones.
Reno took that as encouragement, grinding down against Rude. Fuck, he breathed, still against Rude’s ear. But Rude felt it when Reno had pushed himself, felt Reno’s softness. He hadn’t planned on letting this go much further given Reno’s obviously inebriation, and this sign only cemented that in Rude’s mind.
“Reno, you need some water, and you need to sleep.”
“Do I? Is that what I need?” Reno asked, grinding more clumsily than the first time, still, soft, “Because I think I need your fat fucking cock inside me. You think,” Reno paused to groan, “you think I never noticed? I know what you’ve got, and I fucking want it.” Ground down a third time.
“You’re fucking soft Reno, so that’s either a lie or you’re so pissed you’ve got whiskey dick, and either way, that won’t be fun for either of us.”
“Shit.” Was apparently all Reno had to say. He relaxed, his position making that relaxation into something like a hug. Rude held him, shifting one hand at his low back and the other between his shoulders. It was… intimate. They stayed that way while Reno’s breathing levelled out, so much so that Rude thought he’d passed out until he started speaking again, softly.
“Today was… it was too much. It was so obvious that I was the butt of some joke between the rest of you, and I was so angry. Because it hit too close to home, you know?
I went home and I drank every drop of whiskey I could find at my place. But I’m not… I’m not an idiot. I might take a bit longer than everyone else to realise stuff, but I get there eventually. The Turks… we’re safe, you’re all safe, home, and, and…” Reno started to border on rambling, “you’re my family, all of you, you’re the one place I can be and not have to worry. You’d… you’d never hurt me, not like that.”
Rude started stroking his back softly as Reno worked himself up again, “Of course not.”
“Of course not,” Reno parroted, “but it was hard to see that when my head was already so god damned loud. But I figured it out.” Reno leant back from the embrace to watch Rude. The hand that had held Reno’s back came up to cup his cheek. Reno closed his eyes and nuzzled, fucking nuzzled into Rude’s touch. The affection that rolled through Rude’s chest felt so overwhelming, so big that he couldn’t stop the sharp, stilted exhale of breath that left him, like it was simply impossible for his fragile human body to contain something that big, that warm.
He bundled Reno back into his chest, tightening his grip to balance the both of them as he stood from the couch. Reno mumbled something suspiciously like fuck me that’s.. that’s so fucking hot as Rude carried him to the bedroom, laying him over the covers on the bed. Rude went to the kitchen for water and some painkillers, half expecting Reno to be asleep when he got back, but was met instead by half lidded eyes and the softest smile Rude had ever seen on Reno’s face. Rude’s chest clenched again and he wondered if this was going to become a repeated problem.
Reno took the pills quietly, throwing them back with the full glass of water, while Rude pulled his shoes off. Reno’s jacket had already been off before he’d come here, and he intended to let Reno sleep in his pants but Reno started motioning to him, off, so Rude obliged. He rolled to his side then, seemingly content to let the night pass now that he’d said what he’d wanted to. There was no question if Rude would stay to sleep beside him — they’d done that even before, both of their bodies just a little too broken by their work, and their age, to manage sleeping on the couch. Rude stripped, leaving only his briefs, and climbed underneath the covers, the layers of material between them not bothering him. There would be time for more later.
The painful sound next to him woke Rude up, somewhere between a whimper and a groan. It could only have been a couple of hours since they’d gone to bed, the sky still dark. Rude stayed awake, listening for any other signs of life, but at Reno’s following silence he let himself drift back to sleep.
It was approaching midday when Rude finally got up, getting his phone from the bedside table. Reno stirred, his eyes slitting open to watch Rude as he padded to the bathroom and out to the kitchen. Rude texted Tseng to let him know neither of them would be in, getting a response less than 30 seconds later, “Finally.” And, because Tseng was a gossipy bitch, he got a text from Elena not long after — a string of eggplant, tongue, and splashing emojis. Rude started a pot of coffee.
Reno drifted between awake (pain) and asleep (less pain), but the smell of coffee was too good, the only thing worth living for in that moment, so pushed him out of bed to relieve himself and shuffled into the light to join Rude.
“Who the fuck made the Sun, honestly, it’s too fucking bright and, AND, it turns my skin into a fucking radiator the colour of Ifrit’s balls.” He rasped out as he took one of the stools at Rude’s counter.
“I guess we can’t all win at the genetic lottery, can we,” Rude answered as he put a mug of black coffee in front of Reno. They drank in relatively comfortable silence given the events of the previous night (morning?), Rude forcing Reno to drink another glass of water while he fetched a curaga. It took the edge off for sure, Reno’s pounding headache becoming a dull ache in the back of his skull, and he thanked Rude before tipping the last of his coffee into his mouth. He got up without another word and headed for the door, knowing Rude wouldn’t stop him, wouldn’t expect anything from him. Reno almost let it pass — it would be easy not to acknowledge it until he was more prepared — but he stopped with his hand already on the door knob and turned to face Rude.
“I know we’ve gotta talk about it. I’m not, I’m not ignoring it. At least not forever. I just need a bit of time, yeah? I— look, a few days, tops. I don’t want to ignore it. I just, god I could hardly sort it out when I was sober, I don’t think I can do it right now.”
“I get it, Reno.”
And Reno knew he did. So he turned on his heel and left.
Reno slept for the first day and a half. He knew he’d recovered when he realised the quiet of his apartment wasn’t what he needed. He needed peace. So he went to the one place in this shithole he know he could find it.
He pushed open the doors to the church and immediately saw Cloud sitting at the front most pew. It wasn’t unexpected. He walked up the isle and took the pew opposite Cloud, slumping into it and looking across. Cloud’s sword was laid across the bench beside him, the days where he would reach for it at the sight of a Turk long gone. It was the one positive thing that Sephiroth gave them, in a fucked up kind of way. Cloud gave him an expressionless nod, Reno’s response “Hey hot stuff, you come here often?” met with silence.
Reno slouched back unoffended, both arms slung over the back of the bench. He hadn’t known Aeris well, or at all really, but being here put him at ease. Reno knew of her only through Rude’s description of her. They had been close, as close as possible given their relative positions, and Rude had come to see her as something of a younger sister. He’d cared about her, had grieved when she was killed. Reno felt his friend’s pain, and it’d made him feel connected to her. Besides, even if that hadn’t been the case, the church had become the place where they’d all come to make peace with their demons.
And Reno, because he just couldn’t fucking help himself, spoke again, “Must suck to love a dead chick.” That got a reaction from Cloud, his unnaturally coloured eyes snapping up.
“Sometimes it’s harder to love someone that’s still here.”
Oof, Reno thought, smiling, straight for the jugular.
Cloud gave him an uncharacteristic smile, one that barely registered as an expression, “You want to know the worst thing though?” He asked, not waiting for a response before he answered himself, “Missing the one who took the whole world from you.”
Reno’s breath punched out of his body at that revelation, “Fucking hell man. And here I thought I was about as fucked up as they come, but you’ve always found a way to one-up everyone around you when it comes to this shit. How the fuck do you manage that.”
“Lucky I guess.”
Reno relaxed his head back again, the wood pressing hard against the top of his spine, that’s one word for it. They fell into silence again, Reno closing his eyes and doing his best to stop thinking.
When he felt the bench’s back start to bite a little too hard against him he raised his head, ready for his third round of riling Cloud up only to find himself alone. He hadn’t heard Cloud leave. Whether that was a testament to Cloud’s continuing skill or the deterioration of his own, Reno found he didn’t really care. He was done here.
“How long?” Reno asked, leant against the back of the couch facing Rude, perched on the same stool that Reno was on days earlier.
“Long enough, Reno.” Was all Rude gave him.
“No, nope, absolutely not. You’re going to tell me, give me a rough time frame at the very least man.”
Rude stayed quiet for long enough that Reno almost pressed him again, but he finally spoke, “Since Sector 7.” Reno’s mouth dropped, the disbelief plain on his face.
“Seriously?” He asked softly, Rude’s nod his unspoken answer. “You seriously waited this long for me?”
Rude frowned. “I wasn’t waiting for you Reno. Our friendship, our partnership, was never contingent on you developing deeper feelings for me. I never wanted to put that expectation on you. You’ve always meant so much to me, all of you, and being in love with you was only one piece of that. A big piece, but it was never the only piece. We could have continued the same way until one of us died and it would have been enough for me.”
“You’re in love with me?”
“Yes Reno.”
“And you’ve been in love with me for that many years.”
“Yes, give or take.” Rude sighed before continuing, almost begrudgingly “and I wanted you even before that.” Rude watched as several emotions passed over Reno’s features before finally settling on want. And god if that didn’t go straight to his dick.
“Well,” Reno started as he stalked his way towards Rude, “I may be a little late to the party but I’d be more than happy to play catch up.”
When Reno reached him he went immediately for Rude’s pants, pulling them down just enough to pull his dick out. Reno took him into his mouth, still partially soft, and moaned around him. Like this, Reno could actually fit the whole of Rude in his mouth, well, almost. But what he really wanted was to feel Rude get hard on his tongue, and Rude was so very on board with that. He had no idea if Reno had any kind experience with dicks before and he really didn’t care — it made no difference when it was his dick that Reno’s mouth was around right now.
Rude groaned openly, not at all shy when it came to making noise during sex. His hand found Reno’s hair, pulling just above the ponytail. He was well and truly hard now, and watching Reno’s lips stretch over him — now only fitting around half of him — would have been enough to push him over the edge were he a man with less control. Reno’s hands were busy on Rude’s thighs, stabilising the awkward position between kneeing and standing that he had to hold to keep sucking Rude in and out and in, swirling his tongue around the glans whenever it became too much for him.
When Reno pulled off, slightly breathless, Rude didn’t give him a chance to start again. He inclined his head towards the bedroom and Reno understood, stripping off his clothing item by item on his way there, Rude trailing behind him. When Reno got to the bed he laid on his back, his cock already leaking on his stomach. Rude grabbed the lube from his bedside table.
“Fuck yeah,” Reno said, excited, finally, finally about to get what he wanted. Rude coated his fingers and hooked his left hand under Reno’s knee, pushing it up and back towards his body to give him easier access. He used two fingers to massage around Reno’s hole, nowhere near enough pressure to push through. He slipped them up and down, languid strokes from Reno’s perineum to between his cheeks towards his lower back. Reno panted, arms splayed out across the pillow. He was already squirming when Rude finally pressed a single finger into him, pushing his hips down desperately in an attempt to get more. Rude simply tightened his hold on Reno’s knee, removing any freedom Reno had had to move. Reno’s only response was to whine, high pitched and needy.
The second finger pushed in easily alongside the first. Rude watched them both disappear inside Reno’s body, relishing the tightness. When he looked up to Reno he found him already watching his face, lips parted, pink, and Rude realised they hadn’t even kissed. He would fix that. Eventually. A brush against Reno’s prostate had him pulling in a stuttered inhale and Rude watched as Reno’s balls tightened. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
Reno’s moan at the third finger was laced with frustration and impatience, “Fucking hell Rude, I know you’re patient and everything but shit, shit, you’ve got to want this as badly as I do after all that time. C’mon man, I’m ready, I’m ready, you’re big yeah but I can take it and fuck, I know you wanna bury that thing in me.”
Of course he did, and he told Reno as much.
“The number of nights I fucked my own hand while I thought of you, Reno, is something I’m almost ashamed of,” he started, focusing a moment on pressing against that bundle of nerves again, “god, all of the filthy things I thought about doing to you. I want this, I want you, and you, the way you started this, so fucking desperate to get to my cock… I wanted it so bad I could have fucked you dry right then and there, and I know you would have begged me for more.
Of course I want it. But you’re underestimating how pleasurable this is for me,” Rude added a fourth finger, just to make his point, “you’re already ready to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes I’m fucking ready, and I want to do it with you inside me!”
Rude grinned smugly. “And you will. But we’ve barely started… ” With that Rude leant his face down to Reno’s balls, sucking them gently, leisurely, before licking up the seam to the tip of his cock. He looked to Reno’s face, his mouth hovering just above his dick, “There will be more… so be good, Reno. Come for me.” He wrapped his lips around Reno’s tip and barely a second later felt Reno pulse inside him, spilling into his mouth. Rude sat back, held Reno’s come in his mouth and pulled his fingers out.
Reno lifted his head to complain at the loss but was gifted instead with the sight of Rude letting his come dribble out from his mouth to coat his fingers. God there was so much, but Rude somehow managed to hold the majority of it, staring at it coating him before moving his hand back down to push Reno’s own come inside of him. He should have been down for the count after he’d come so hard his spirit had all but returned to the Lifestream, but his cock twitched in interest, coming back to life already.
Pulling his fingers out, Rude pushed Reno’s legs together and rolled the bottom half of his body to the side, twisting Reno’s body at the waist. He pressed his cock into Reno with little preamble and the feeling took Reno’s breath while Rude slid full inside him. There was no waiting, just a gentle glide back out once Rude’s pelvis made contact with Reno’s ass. Rude kept that rhythm — slow, measured, in and out — his hand at Reno’s hip twisting his front down towards the bed. Reno moaned at the blessed friction of the covers against his dick, the extra shocks of pleasure complimenting the way Rude brushed against his prostate with every press in and out. He began rocking his cock forward, rubbing himself against the sheets in time with Rude, and Rude could feel the way Reno tightened around him as a second climax built.
“Fuck… Reno.” Rude grunted out, the grit in his voice the only thing that betrayed how fucked he really was. At the slight indication that Rude was finally losing his composure, Reno started fucking himself back on Rude even harder, moaning with every thrust. He was so close again, so close already, ready to take every drop that Rude would give him as he felt Rude’s thrusts becoming less controlled.
Reno came again first, feeling no shame at taking his pleasure before Rude was done. Just as Reno felt Rude get impossibly harder inside him, ready to feel Rude’s come inside him, instead he felt Rude pull out while he exhaled heavily. Reno, confused, lifted his head to check on Rude to find him watching mesmerised as he jerked himself, cum painting Reno’s pink ring of muscle before he began fucking it back inside him. Huh, Reno thought, must be a thing for him.
Satisfied, Rude finally leant down to catch Reno’s lips, the soft kiss heavy with love. Reno wrapped his arms around Rude’s neck, caging him, holding him in place to prolong the achingly tender kissing as long as possible.
It was Rufus’s birthday. They were at Tifa’s bar, Rufus drunk enough for his face to be flushed as he leant heavily against Tseng sat beside him. Every so often he’d rest his head on Tseng’s shoulder — they both enjoyed the easy displays of affection now that they were free enough to indulge — eyes closed, a loose smile on his face.
On the opposite side of the table Elena had pushed herself a space between Reno and Rude, yelling Elena sandwiiiiich as she did. Reno looked a little put out with Rude being further out of reach than he liked. Rude had expected him to be touchy, and his expectation had been met (and surpassed) from the moment Reno had thrown himself onto Rude’s bed that first night.
People had been gradually filtering out of the bar for the last hour or so. Tifa had started doing table rounds as it became quieter, checking in with folks and refilling drinks, her home brewed beer a hit. When she approached the Turks’ table she shot Rude a flirty grin and walked with an exaggerated sway to her hips. Rude laughed — they’d developed a comfortable rapport since the night she’d hit on him and subsequently upended how he saw his understanding of Reno — and slightly shifted his position to be more open to her direction.
“Big man like you has got to be thirsty.” Tifa said when she reached him, trailing a single finger over the round of his shoulder and down his upper arm.
“Depends what you’re offering.” Rude responded, pulling his glasses down his nose to wink openly at her. Tifa laughed brightly and dropped the act, “So, how about it? Anyone want another?” She reached to collect the empties on their table and stacked them in one arm.
“Meeeeeee!” Elena shouted and lifted her empty glass over her head.
“Gotcha!” Tifa responded and collected it from her, “Anyone else?”
Tseng shook his head, “I think we’ve had enough over this side,” and Rude confirmed himself as the same. Reno shook his head, his expression closed off. Once Tifa had walked away he looked past Elena to Rude, “So… uh… you two seem close.” Reno had obviously tried to keep any emotion from his voice but failed — Rude clocked it immediately, along with Elena.
“UH ohhhhhhhh what’s got you in a mood sour puss?” Elena asked.
Reno stuttered. “Wha.. What! What, it was a simple question!!”
Rude spoke before Elena could stir him any further, “Reno…” he started, waited until he had Reno’s full attention and stage whispered to him behind Elena’s back, “I don’t know if you know this babe but… I’m gay. Like, gay gay.”
Reno sputtered. “Come on man, there was that one rumour! Years ago!! About how you had the hots for her!”
Rude rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake Reno, you started that rumour. Because I looked at her. For about half a second. One time.”
Elena lost it, still hysterical as she took her new beer from Tifa.
Later, Reno had asked him, “So you’ve always been just… gay?”
Rude’s eyebrow shot up. “‘Just’?”
“No, I mean like, shit, you never wanted to be with a woman or anything, you just knew you were like, capital G Gay?”
“Yes Reno, I have always known I was capital G Gay.”
Rude hadn’t come inside him and Reno didn’t want it to bug him, but it did. A little bit. And he knew he should ask Rude about it at a reasonable time but for some reason Reno’s brain wouldn’t connect with his mouth every time he tried to mention it. Which, why — this was Rude (his Rude now he thought possessively) and they’d always been close — if not always biblically — so it should have been easy.
But Reno’s relationship with his mind was rarely easy and he’d always had this thing — if he didn’t get something out immediately then it stayed shut in, and it didn’t stew so much as whip around inside his head wild and uncontrolled until it ripped itself out like a hurricane and destroyed everything in close proximity, himself included.
Knowing that wasn’t enough to stop it sometimes.
Reno slowed to rock himself back and forth on Rude’s dick, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but not from the sex. He tried to level his breathing, eyes closed, his hands gripped onto Rude’s forearms as he tried to focus on Rude hands, on his hips, grounding him.
“Reno… look at me.” Rude requested and Reno did, delayed a few moments, but he did. He looked down to Rude’s face and found only softness in his features. Rude didn’t need to ask.
“You never come inside me.” Reno said, slowing his motions to an almost stop, the flush that had coloured his cheeks from exertion darkening with the statement. He continued on when Rude didn’t respond, “I want you to.”
“Do you?” Rude asked.
“Yeah. I do.”
“You want it… now?” Rude shifted his own hips upwards to punctuate his words.
“Yeah.”
Rude hummed but didn’t give Reno an answer either way.
“What, you want me to beg for it?” Reno asked as he started to return Rude’s thrusts with more intention, “I’ll do it Rude, I’ll fucking beg. I’ll beg like a little bitch if that’s what it takes.”
That pulled a response from Rude as he imagined the scene, “God, Reno… ”
Rude hadn’t denied Reno anything, there’d never been a need for him to beg. It was something Rude had imagined in the many, many fantasies he’d indulged in over the years, and something he assumed they would approach when they came to it. It was tempting, so tempting that Rude almost gave in, but he wanted something else even more — something that made him realise that shit, maybe he had some kind of kink here.
Reno took Rude’s silence as a denial and he groaned, frustrated, but didn’t stop his motions, “You’re so… so fucking lucky your cock is this good man.”
Tightening his grip where his hands had stayed on Reno’s hips, Rude spoke, “I’ll give it to you Reno, but I have a condition.”
Reno moaned and started to bounce a little more roughly, “Oh god, anything, fucking anything Rude I swear.”
Rude’s lip quirked up at one side and Reno knew he’d just made a huge fucking mistake, a good mistake, but huge. He didn’t know how but he knew all the same.
Suddenly flipped and with both wrists held firmly above his head, Reno could only gasp for air as Rude fucked him at a brutal pace, chasing his own release. It came quickly and he pulled out to come over Reno’s aching, apparently forgotten cock. Reno was so close, so so close, “Rude, man, come on, you gotta,” he pleaded, squirming, his own hands still being held firmly.
“No.”
Reno stopped squirming. He stopped everything to look at Rude’s face. “What?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Well, fuck, let my hands down so I can do it then!”
“Stop,” Rude used his spare hand to hold Reno still as best he could, “stop moving for one second, and think.” Reno stopped. A few quiet seconds was all it took for the lightbulb moment to hit him before his expression fell.
“No…” Reno repeated.
Rude nodded, “Twenty-four hours. That’s my condition.”
Reno’s chest was heaving by this point, the realisation of what Rude was requesting making him too hot for too many reasons.
“Nothing, for 24 hours?”
“Yup,” Rude popped the p, just to annoy him, “you last that long and I’ll come inside you.”
Shit. Reno was going to agree, he knew he was, but when was the last time he went 24 hours without coming? It had to have been before he was even a teenager, before he learnt what jerking off was and how fucking good it felt.
Unable to form a useful sentence, he nodded.
“Good.” Rude said, leaning over Reno’s body to softly kiss him.
And so began Reno’s 24 hours of torture. Rude had left him in such a state, teetering so close to the edge that the sensitivity never seemed to leave. The brush of his pants every time he moved was borderline painful and the temptation to rub one out in the bathrooms at work almost won several times. Rude watched him suffer and enjoyed every second of it, reliving the months he’d spent teasing Reno over his newly realised crush — it wasn’t even a big deal to him, he just really liked seeing his cum covering Reno’s body. His face. Caught in his hair — but he also really loved to watch Reno struggle.
Rude tried to get Reno to go home early with him Reno but he flat out refused, telling him the only thing worse than being here would be being alone with you and Rude took that as a compliment. Rude refused to do anything so kind as to give Reno any relief, lest it cause him to relax too much, so he decided to stay with Reno continued on his paperwork. Reno “continued on his paperwork” as well — by vibrating around the office, up and down the hallways of their floor — anything to stop him from having to sit still.
When Reno was busy bouncing down to Tseng’s office to ask him perfectly legitimate work related questions, Rude made eye contact with Elena and gestured towards the door with his head. Elena almost questioned it before understanding dawned on her and, as much as she enjoyed what was happening between Rude and Reno, she absolutely did not want to be in the room when whatever was about to happen happened.
Reno walked back into the office and immediately noticed Elena’s absence. It made him nervous. Rude pushed slowly back from his desk and approached the door, pulled it closed, and locked it. Rude started towards him next, not so far inside the door, Reno’s breathing getting heavier and heavier with each step Rude took. Reno’s eyes flicked to the clock — still another hour by his count — but with the way Rude was looking at him he thought maybe he’d miscounted.
“Is… is there not more time?” Reno asked, voice shaky.
“Maybe…” Rude responded, “but since when have you been someone to follow rules?”
Rude reaching him and spun him around quick enough for Reno to lose his bearings for a moment before he found himself pressed front first onto a nearby desk, his hands slapping onto the surface to stabilise himself, with the length of Rude’s body pressed along his back.
“Besides, you’ve been so good,” Rude all but growled in his ear. Reno just about whimpered and pushed himself back onto Rude, felt how hard Rude was, how much he wanted him. Rude thrusted shallowly against him, maintaining way too much composure for Reno’s liking. So he began meeting Rude’s motions, grinding himself back, until Rude grunted and moved back, putting only enough space between them to roughly pull Reno’s pants to his mid thigh. With that he was exposed (because fuck underwear man), ass out and, with the height of the desk and his position against it, his cock was pushed downwards, hard and leaking onto the floor. Reno shuddered when he heard the clinking sound of Rude undoing his belt buckle echo through the otherwise quiet room.
A slick finger started to massage him, and what the fuck did Rude just keep lube in his pocket or his desk or— Reno’s thought was cut off as Rude pushed a single finger into him. There was little resistance given Reno’s state of constant arousal during the day. Rude noticed how relaxed Reno’s ring of muscle already was and wasted no time pressing in a second finger, a long drawn out moan leaving Reno.
“I’m — fuck — I’m ready Rude, come on.” Reno pleaded. Rude was more than happy to oblige.
Reno felt the blunt head of Rude’s cock and the pressure behind it — with how big Rude was there was no way he would slide in easily, with any amount of prep. Reno gasped when Rude’s tip pressed in, overwhelmed, but so, so thankful for it after the last day. Rude thrust the tip himself in and out, slowly, relishing the warmth of Reno’s body. He wouldn’t last long, but he expected Reno to be in a similar situation.
Rude pushed the rest of his length into Reno and gave him time to adjust, less time than he probably should have but at Reno’s continued pleas of ruin me Rude, he began to fuck him in earnest, the guttural sound that came from Reno strangled and borderline inhuman. Rude fucked him much like he had the day before — hard, fast, and completely unforgiving — and Reno couldn’t have asked for more. It was quick work, Reno coming in record time and his hole tightening around Rude, ripping the orgasm from him as well. It was exactly what Reno wanted, to feel Rude’s cock pulse inside him, the resulting feeling of fullness intoxicating. Reno basked in it.
But they couldn’t stay that way forever. Breathing heavily, Reno went to turn once he felt Rude pull out of him, only to have Rude hold him in place. Rude gripped his cheeks in either hand and spread, gravelly voice telling Reno to stay where he was. Reno moved only to arch his back a little more, making sure Rude had a clear view, “You filthy fuck Rude, you can’t help yourself can you?”
“Relax.” Rude said, a soft fuck following closely while he watched his come drip from Reno. His eyes tracked it — down, over his perineum, his sack — before falling to the floor to join Reno’s release. Rude’s breath stuttered, and he worked both his thumbs around Reno’s ring, massaging, opening him up, drinking in the sight of him until he could tell that Reno was over sensitive.
“I’m going to pretend that wasn’t practically cheating.” Reno said once Rude had released him, finally standing straight to pull his pants back up.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” Rude asked with a knowing smile and there was no point responding when the answer was so clearly written across Reno’s entire body.
They were laying together late one morning, spooned, legs tangled, relaxed. Reno was always so pliant first thing, so soft, and when Rude looked at him in the morning light he found he couldn’t deny himself, slicking up his cock with the ever present bottle of lube and fucking between Reno’s thighs. It was unhurried, Rude coming quietly over Reno’s legs and Reno in his own hand.
In the afterglow, Rude asked “When was it for you?”
Reno’s smiled against his pec where he’d thrown himself over Rude, “The chia pet.”
Rude groaned, knocking Reno off him to roll over and bury his face in his pillow. Reno laughed.
Years ago, when Rude had not long been a Turk, he’d needed a week off to recover after a particularly messy job. The first morning he’d felt pieced together enough to go back, he’d looked at his unshaven head in the mirror and thought, fuck it. The stubble was noticeable but Rude just could not be fucked.
When he’d walked in the office, a grin split Reno’s face like the god damned Cheshire Cat, his eyes lit up with something wilder than usual.
“Morning partner.” Was all he said, which in hindsight was, in fact, suspicious. Rude, foolishly, let it go.
He passed out face down in his mattress that night, accepting begrudgingly that maybe his body hadn’t been quite ready to return yet.
It was about a week later, Rude’s hair still unshaven, which had everything to do with him not having time to buy new razors and nothing to do with the fact that Jim from reclamations had started shamelessly flirting with him in the elevator one day, going so far as to openly compliment his hair. Arriving at his desk, Rude wrapped his jacket around the back of his chair and noticed, on his desk, a small bust of… Shiva save him, was that Heidegger? It was. It was Heidegger, with small green spikes sticking out at right angles of its head. Rude lifted it, perplexed.
“What the fuck is this?” He asked no one in particular.
It was, of course, Reno who answered. Even if he hadn’t suspected immediately, the way he cackled, honest to god cackled as Rude held it up, would have been a dead giveaway. Reno had always been about as subtle as a sledgehammer.
“It’s…. It’s YOU!” He managed to wheeze out where he caught his breath between his wild fits of laughter. Rude looked at the thing in his hands again, the green spikes, and… shit. He thought of his reflection in the mirror that morning. He would never admit to Reno that he was kind of right. This ended up being incident that really kicked off the Turks’ prank wars that ended up infamous through the whole Shinra building. And Rude, even though he shaved his head as soon as he got home that day, still spent his next night off with Jim pounding him into his mattress, so he couldn’t find it in himself to be put out.
Besides, he knew the best revenge was to lean right into it. So he cared for the plant, the sprouts growing and growing until they were so long that they became a mullet. Rude, never one to pass up such a golden opportunity, even trimmed the top, leaving a few lucky sprouts at the back to form a skinny ponytail. When Reno noticed he grinned, flipping his own rat’s tail over his shoulder with pride.
It lived longer than Rude expected, until they were called to deal with Avalanche’s attack on Junon, the resulting battle with Zirconiade decimating their team. The weeks without attention had been too much for the poor thing, and while the three remaining Turks collectively mourned the loss of their mascot rather than face the loss of their colleagues, after, the little bust went mostly forgotten.
Sometime in the past year, when Rude had settled on a place to live, Reno had been helping him unpack. This wasn’t as much of a hardship for Reno as it might be for anyone else — Reno fucking loved going through people’s stuff, and this was the perfect cover.
He was stacking things on the living room shelving, knick knacks that Rude had picked up over the years and didn’t want to let go of.
“Dude…. what the fuck,” he said as he pulled out the chia pet bust, Rude turning to look what had warranted that reaction, “you kept this?”
Rude nodded. When Reno kept staring at him, it clicked that it might seem weird to keep something resembling Heidegger of all people, let alone display it. So he explained.
“It was the first time you pulled that kind of shit on me. Made me feel like you trusted me enough to know you could fuck around like that. Like we were partners.”
Reno turned to put the stupid thing on the shelf, mumbling something about sentimental bullshit, but not before Rude caught the blush staining his cheeks.
Turned out that they both had their own respective kinks. Rude liked to see Reno’s skin covered in his cum — face, ass, back, thighs, stomach — to Rude it was all exquisite. Reno was something of a voyeur… well, he liked to be watched. It made sense to Rude given Reno’s propensity towards attention seeking.
Coming home one day, Rude found a trail of Reno’s clothes from the door to his bedroom, could hear the stuttered breathing, the heady sighs. Rude smiled — Reno truly treated him so well, gave him so much — of all the years he’d imagined he would spend with Reno, acknowledging his deep lust for the man but making peace with the fact that he would never act on it, now, he had never felt so god damned lucky. And this, the way Reno had left his clothes strewn on the floor, reminded him of their first time together.
The door to Rude’s bedroom wasn’t closed all the way so once he’d walked to it he didn’t push it open straight away. He peered through the crack and saw Reno splayed across his bed, legs spread, left hand stroking himself. Rude’s mouth watered, overtaken by the desire to taste the pre-come that was dribbling freely from the head of Reno’s cock.
Finally opening the door, Reno’s eyes fell to him, a lazy smile across his face. “Welcome home baby.”
Rude didn’t bother undressing. He made his way to the bed, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick free, kneeling on the bed to run his hand up Reno’s thigh towards his cock. Reno leant up and smacked Rude’s arm, “Uh-uh,” he started, “You just watch.”
Rude’s answering groan had the smile spreading wider across Reno’s face, biting his lip when Rude did what he was told and removed his hand, sat back on his calves, his dick still hanging hard from the front of his pants.
“God, I’ve thought about you Rude, all fucking day I’ve thought of you.”
“Tell me.”
Reno’s motions began to quicken. “I had this fantasy that you would find me, like this, in my apartment.” He stuttered, his balls already tightening up against his body.
“And what would I do.”
“You would— fuck— you would watch me, like you did just now, from the door. You’d have a hand on yourself, jerking off while you watched me, like it was some big filthy secret between us. You’d be trying to keep quiet, trying to keep your—” Reno moaned, high pitched, his thighs clenching. Rude could only keep his fists balled on top of his knees “—trying to keep your noises quieter than mine, but I’d still notice. I couldn’t look your way, I wanted you to keep going, I didn’t want you to leave before you’d finished.”
“Fuck Reno…”
Reno pushed on, struggling to get the last words out. “And you would, you’d finish right fucking there, and out of the corner of my eye I’d watch your cum spurt through the space of the open door and I’d lose it, I’d come so hard it would land on my own fucking face, I’d swear I fucking ascended, I—” Reno lost his battle but kept the eye contact with Rude, coming across his own stomach and chest before going completely limp.
“Shit, Rude, that was…” Reno let his sentence hang and Rude began to crawl up the bed, knees either side of Reno’s body. Reno was silent but for his breathing, still far from normal, and opened his mouth once Rude was straddling his chest. Rude clutched a hand into his hair, holding his head steady, stretched Reno’s lips around him. He was too big for Reno to take him in and Reno hadn’t quite mastered his gag reflex, the soft sound of gagging filling the room every time Rude hit the back of his throat. Tears fell from Reno’s eyes, the overwhelming size of Rude almost too much. But he loved it, he loved the way Rude held him right at the edge of too much, his mouth nothing but a warm, wet hole for Rude to use, stripped bare while Rude was still fully clothed, and fully in control of the situation, in control of him.
The sounds of choked, wet gagging increased as Rude’s pace did. Reno’s face was flushed, his eyes lidded and eager. Rude pulled out, hand coming to ring tightly around the base of his head, pumping himself to his orgasm. Reno’s tongue was out but most of Rude’s cum missed it, instead covering the rest of his face, his hair. Once Rude had emptied himself he rubbed his cock through it, sliding over Reno’s cheeks, his lips. Reno lapped up what he could, wrapping his lips around the tip of Rude and sucking the last of it from him, greedy for it.
He’d never been as hungry for cum as he was for Rude’s. It wasn’t like this was his first experience with it — you couldn’t fuck as many women as he had without coming across a dick every now and then, and Reno would throw himself in just as enthusiastically — but something about it being Rude’s dick and Rude’s come turned him into every porno’s cum slut cliche. He had no intention of stopping either, it came so naturally and he enjoyed it, and Rude clearly enjoyed it.
Rude flopped down beside him in bed, starfishing his arms and legs out. Reno laughed and rolled towards him.
“Come on, get the fuck out of these clothes and let’s nap yeah? I’m beat.”
Rude grunted his assent.
Wrapped together, Reno already snoring, Rude finally realised what it really meant for Reno to be happy. And fuck, maybe he was happy too.