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Thaddeus never expected to find himself a deserter. He never expected himself to be counting down the days until his skin began to rot away or his nose to fall off. He never expected to find himself huddled behind a blown out Corvega on some desolate road in the Boneyard. And he certainly never expected to be rescued by some self proclaimed Ranger of the West.
Something about Nixon Sharma didn't sit quite right with the former squire.
But Thaddeus hadn’t bothered to question him when the former NCR ranger came swooping in guns blazing and mowing down a pack of Fiends eager to eat the now deserter. Thad hadn’t bothered to question him when the larger man lifted him over his shoulder and carried him away firefighter style. Nor did Thaddeus question it later when they sat around a campfire that night and shared a can of Cram.
Thad had however stared when Nix finally took off his ranger mask. He stared as the former ranger removed the handkerchief around his neck. And he couldn't pull his eyes away when the man rubbed at the scars around his neck; little indents clearly left by a slave collar.
Maybe something about Nix didn't sit right with Thaddeus but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the ranger’s company. He liked the way Nix treated him like something to be protected. He liked how educated Nix was, how knowledgeable he was when it came to the flora and fauna that littered the Boneyard. He especially liked it when he caught Nix muttering to himself in a language he didn't understand; an almost nasally sound coming from the back of his throat as he spoke to himself.
“Priye.”
That is the thing that doesn't sit right with Thaddeus.
He’s not sure what it means. It's that same foreign language that he catches Nix mumbling to himself when he thinks the other man is out of earshot. The word is said tenderly, shouted in concern, hissed in frustration, whispered in the darkness. Weeks of travel have made Thaddeus almost forget his own name, only to have it replaced by the soft utterance of priye.
The first day they traveled together, Nix had called him kid like they're not similar in age. The second and third, it's his name; whatever accent Nix has makes it come out more like Daddeus which earns more than a few laughs from the former squire. Then it's chutiya said with a fondness that makes Thad question whether he’s being insulted or flirted with.
So when it's been a couple weeks of traveling together and Nix says softly over the campfire, “Pass me a stimpak, priye,” Thaddeus doesn't even register it as a nickname. It's not for another week that it finally clicks that Nix is using it in place of his name. And each time the ranger says it, whether it's said, shouted, hissed, or whispered, it sends a shiver up Thaddeus's spine.
So yeah, that is the thing about Nixon that doesn't sit right with Thaddeus.
Nixon strolls into The Fortress like he owns the place. The other Gun Runners greet him like he’s been working for them for years. Nixon is all of his normal self, all charisma and intelligence as he looks over the latest shipment from Little Reno. And Thaddeus follows behind like he’s Nix’s new girlfriend forced to interact with her beau’s old friends.
The image is cemented when Nix pulls out a barstool for Thaddeus to sit in, like some 2050’s casanova wooing his lady of the night. It’s midday and the other Gun Runners are doing what they’re best at - running guns - so it’s just the two of them at the bar. The ranger doesn't hesitate to step around the bar, grabbing two bottles of Gwinnett Brew and uncapping them.
The Fortress is bustling with activity but Nix seems at complete ease. So much so, that the ranger takes off his mask and scarf. Thaddeus admires the scars on his neck again as he sips his beer, savoring the ice cold alcohol much more than he should.
“You ever have one of those days where you just can't stop thinking about a word?” Thaddeus takes another sip of his bottle, if only to hide his face when Nixon looks over at him.
“And what word would that be, priye?” The ranger smiles, the corner of eyes crinkling in clear amusement as he snorts the response.
“Pancakes,” it's an obvious and terrible lie. Thad hasn’t had a real pancake in years, not since he was back on the fly farm. Unless you count the dehydrated shit the Brotherhood tries to pass off as pancakes. “Thin, flat, dense, and flappy. Flappy like a tongue. Why do they call ‘em that anyway? Pancakes.”
Thaddeus watches as Nixon laughs to himself. “Flappy like a tongue? What were those Brotherhood goons feeding you?”
Thad just shrugs, finishing off the last of his beer. “Hey Nix-”
“Already ahead of you, priye.”
The freshly uncapped replacement bottle of beer is in his hands before Thaddeus has time to hide his blush. The smug look of satisfaction on the ranger’s face makes his heart swell and his stomach lurch. The former squire just averts his gaze.
“Come on,” Nixon nods his head away from the bar, taking a step back around with his beer bottle clasped in his large hand. Thaddeus does the same, following behind the ranger closely. They walk the halls of the Fortress, passing faces familiar to Nix and foreign to Thad, until they reach a door deep within the back of the structure.
“Ghar aakhir ghar hai,” the strange language rolls off Nixon’s tongue like raindrops, cool and fluid. He holds the door open for Thaddeus to enter which he does without a second thought. He’s greeted with a sight that is wholly Nixon: shelves lined with prewar books, tables cluttered with torn apart Giddy Up Buttercups, liquor bottles both half empty and untouched. “Figured you’d appreciate sleeping in a real bed tonight.”
“You got a cot laying around here or something?” Thaddeus asks, sitting down his beer bottle next to a partially deconstructed bottlecap grenade.
Nixon in turn closes the door behind him, shrugging as he takes a sip of his beer. “I’m certain I could find one if you want it. But the bed is big enough for two, priye,” the ranger looks Thad dead in his eyes as he says this and it's enough to send another shrill bolt of electricity up Thaddeus’s spine.
“Just warning you. I talk in my sleep.” Nix already knows that but it's the only thing that comes to Thad’s mind as he tries to look away to break the intense eye contact.
“I do like the sound of your voice, priye.” The bastard is smiling at Thaddeus as the word rolls off his tongue. He’s smiling and it makes the squire nearly uneasy. The way the ranger is sitting down his beer next to Thaddeus’s, the mischievous look in his eyes. “Besides, my bed is much more comfortable than a cot, priye.”
Now Thad knows Nix is messing with him. And he’s doing a damn fine job.
The squire knows it's happening before he can feel it; his neck and cheeks are flushed. He feels warm, and uncomfortable, and goddamn it aroused. And it's not like it has been before. No, this isn't like when he was back in the barracks with his hand shoved down his pants while he stared at the cover of a Grognak the Barbarian comic. This is real, this is primal, this is Nixon.
The man in question gives him another smirk as he watches Thaddeus swallow hard. “I can get you a cot if it would make you feel better, priye.” And goddamn it again if Nix isn't looking at him with those rich brown eyes, stroking the stubble on his strong jawline.
“Nah, it's fine, really,” Thaddeus shakes his head, standing there awkwardly and not knowing what to do with himself.
Desperately, he's trying not to think about Nix saying that word in any other context. He’s trying not to think about how Nix would sound growling priye in his ear, his sturdy body on top of him and pressing him into the mattress. And he’s desperately, feverishly trying not to imagine the word panted or moaned or whined or-
“If you’re sure, priye. But let me know if you change your mind. I don't want you to be uncomfortable,” Nixon cuts the squire’s thoughts off before they can get to the good bits. Or at least, pauses them. They’re on halt until Thad looks over to where Nixon is lounging on the bed, propped up on his elbows, legs spread just wide enough apart to be comfortable.
The sight hits the play button once again and Thad has to bite his tongue as he tries pathetically not to think about ripping those damned pants off the ranger and sucking him off until Nix is praising him and calling him priye in a breathless voice. Honestly, the only semi innocent thought going through his mind is that he’s grateful his Brotherhood of Steel fatigues are baggy enough to hide his arousal.
“Maybe a cot isn't such a bad idea,” Thaddeus manages to mumble out, shaking the lewd thoughts of his friend out of his head.
Nix shrugs, his smile never fading as he stands. He takes a half step towards the door before stopping. “One thing before I go fetch your cot, priye.”
Thaddeus swallows thickly. “Yeah?”
“You should know it doesn't take VATS to see right through you.”
Thaddeus’s entire body freezes as Nixon turns back to look at him. There's that knowing and smug smile again. The one that makes Thad flush, something he’s getting tired of doing when looking at the ranger.
“Don't know what you’re talking about.” The flush in his cheeks has all but drained now. Dread floods his stomach, guilt taking up residence right beside it. Guilt for having such lascivious thoughts about a man who had saved him when he had deserted his role in the Brotherhood, who had taken him in and protected him. Dread and guilt for being called out on the way he squirms every time priye slips out softly from Nixon’s plump lips.
“No idea? None at all, priye?” The word is drawn out in a breathless whine that returns the blood to Thaddeus’s face. Nixon’s face lights up with amusement as he whispers, “That’s what I thought.”
“You’re actually insane.” Thaddeus wonders if whatever the fuck that doctor did to him would heal him if he decided to eat a bullet. Barrel between his teeth, trigger pulled before Nix has time to let his smirk grow any bigger.
“Bakavaas.” Thaddeus doesn't need to speak the language to understand he’s just been called out on his bullshit. And fuck Thad hates to admit how hot it is. Hates thinking about how it is looking up at the dark skinned man in front of him and how hot it is to watch him step closer. Hates the way he can smell the sweat and blood and gunpowder on Nix's skin.
Nixon is only a few inches taller than him but it's enough he has to crane his neck. Nix weighs more than him but it's all lean and coiled muscle. His hair is longer but it's the perfect length to pull and tug at. Darker skin, darker eyes, darker hair. Nixon is exactly what people mean when they say tall, dark, and handsome.
“You’re an atrocious liar but it is cute. Do you know your mouth hangs open when you lie?” Nixon takes another step towards Thaddeus, invading his personal space but far enough away that Thad could object if he didn't want him closer.
But shit fuck does Thad want him closer.
The squire’s hands clench and his jaw tightens as Nix’s smile softens. “Do you know what that word means?” A question answered by only a shake of Thad’s head. “ Priye,” he whispers and Thaddeus feels a mix of emotions. He isn't just embarrassed, he isn't just aroused, he’s ashamed. Ashamed at how his cock twitches at the word.
“Look, man, I’m sorry. I can get my shit and go if this is getting weird,” Thad doesn't really have ‘shit’ to get but he tries to save a little face with the offer.
“I wasn't complaining.” Nixon’s chuckle sends a flood of relief through the other man. And while his shame and guilt are beaten back for the moment, his embarrassment is as strong as ever. And it only grows worse when Nix’s large hands hover close to his face. Almost as if waiting for Thaddeus to pull away, they linger just outside of reach of his cheeks before gently cupping his face with both hands. “Can I kiss you, priye?”
Thaddeus freezes in place, his ears burning at the question. His eyes dart around the room like he’s waiting for his old Brotherhood buddies to burst out of the closet and reveal it's all been some cruel prank.
“Please.” The word comes out in a whimper.
True to his style, Nixon laughs as he rubs a thumb over Thad’s bottom lip. “How in the hell did you survive the Brotherhood so long?” He teases playfully, leaning in to brush his nose against the other man’s. “Figured you would be used to hot guys trying to kiss you.”
“We don't exactly do this kind of shit in the Brotherhood,” Thad manages to stammer out.
“Oh come on,” his breath tickles the squire’s lips. “I was NCR. This kind of ‘shit’ was heavily discouraged but it still happened.”
“Not in the Brotherhood.”
“You’ve… never kissed anyone before?” Nixon freezes, his lips tauntingly out of reach.
“I’ve kissed people,” Thad is almost defensive about it.
“And you’ve had sex,” the other man says it like a statement but there’s a hint of desperation there. Nix wants him to either confirm or deny his declaration.
“Not exactly,” and by that, the squire means not at all. He’s fumbled around once or twice with the other aspirants but never crossed that line - his desire to be a knight overriding the wants and desires his body aches for.
“Are you serious?” Nix’s body is rigid.
It's almost a surreal moment when the blush creeps across the ranger’s cheeks. If Thaddeus had to describe it, it might be something akin to a tato or firecracker berry but that's not quite right. Nix’s skin is dark enough that it almost goes unnoticed but it's definitely there. And it is delicious.
“I suppose I should stop then,” Nix’s hands fall away from Thad’s cheeks but not away from the man. They grip his shirt gently; he’s been wearing only that stained white undershirt for weeks now, ever since his squire coat had been drenched in Deathclaw carrion.
“You ain’t gotta.” The sight of Nix’s blush is enough to embolden the squire. Enough so that his hands land on the ranger’s hips. He doesn't grip, just lets them rest there.
“Didn't realize my damsel in distress was a maiden too,” Nixon teases him, his tone a mixture of genuine amusement and apprehension. Thad chuckles at that. The memory of Nix carrying him away from that old Corvega like they were in some bad dimestore romance novel just adds to the endearment of the joke. “Listen, priye, we don't have to-”
With a burst of courage mixed with the one and half beers in his empty stomach, Thaddeus tilts his head up to press his lips to Nixon’s. They’re rough and chapped, cracked slightly from dehydration and nothing like the aspirants before him. The ranger’s fingers curl into his shirt, a soft hum of approval bubbling in the back of his throat as he deepens the kiss.
There’s a laugh against his lips and suddenly Nix is pulling back to smirk at him. “Promise to be a good boy and let me know if we need to stop or slow down,” he tells the squire, leaning in again to press his lips against him once more. The grip on his hips tighten, Thad’s hands clutching him close.
The feeling of Nix’s tongue on his bottom lip is something that definitely did sit right with Thaddeus. It made his body tingle from head to toe and the man can't stop the soft whimper from escaping him as he opens his mouth.
He’s kissed a few other men before but even if he had kissed every man in the Mojave, Thad wouldn’t have been able to keep up with this one.
Nix’s tongue dances over his, exploring his mouth and grazing his teeth. The squire’s nails dig into the fabric of man’s jeans as he tries to keep up with the movements of the hot mouth pressed against him. Nix tastes like banana yucca fruit and prickly pear with just a hint of the Gwinnett Brew they’d been drinking earlier.
When they finally part, Thaddeus is a mess. Panting and gasping, his skin a deep red and pupils blown. “Oh shit.”
Nixon can only laugh, reaching up to wipe away some of the spittle on Thad’s bottom lip. “You can say that again.”
“I want to suck your cock.”
For all his charm and bravado, Nixon stands there wide eyed like he is the blushing virgin in this scenario. And honestly, he had every right to be standing there frozen in shock. Thad didn't know where it had come from, hell he wasn't even sure he knew what the fuck he was doing. But he did know that all he wanted was to see the ranger just as flustered as he felt.
“Are you sure?” It's almost cute the way he says it. Ten minutes ago, Thad would have found it cute. Now, it's just frustrating.
“Yes.” It comes out somewhere between a whimper and growl. Thaddeus backs him up against the door to the room, using his lips to silence the man. As soon as he hears the thump of Nix’s shoulders connecting to the wooden frame, he sinks to his knees to palm at the man’s pants.
Nixon hisses at the contact, his fingers treading through Thad’s hair. The squire looks up at him with pleading doe eyes while his hand runs the length of his thighs. Hands retreating from the man’s hair, he fumbles with his belt buckle, tossing it aside to work at the fly of his jeans. He can barely push them down his hips before he’s pushing off his duster and tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
Thaddeus feels that same electrified creeping sensation crawling over his skin. He turns his head slightly, only to be met with a soft tutting from Nixon. A strong hand grips his chin, forcing him to turn his attention back to the half naked man in front of him.
“Priye,” Nix growls low as he takes in the sight of Thaddeus on his knees in front of him. Thad knows he is a mess. He’s panting, hands twitching where they rest against the ranger’s thighs. They’ve barely done anything and he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants at any moment. “Be a good boy,” he repeats, patting him on the back of the head and nudging him forward.
The squire sucks in a breath but doesn't immediately comply. Instead, he rubs Nix’s inner thigh while his other hand cups the growing bulge in his underwear. Any semblance of bluster or arrogance that the man might still have is shattered by the clumsy fumbling of the squire’s hand. Quickly, Thad’s fingers hook under the elastic of his boxers and pulls them carefully down his thighs.
Another deep breath and the squire is face to face with Nix’s cock. The ranger is a sturdy man, built lean and big, and it's definitely reflected in what he keeps hidden in his pants. It’s not long, but that doesn't matter when he’s got the girth to make up for it.
Thad’s almost in a trance as he experimentally gives it a few lazy pumps. He’s touched himself enough to know the basics but it's a different experience altogether when he can't feel the sensations behind the actions. The hair at the base hides a few scars there that Thad wouldn’t dare inquire about and there’s a freshly tended to gash just below his hip bone; the idiot had been distracted by helping Thaddeus scramble away when a Blades raider snuck up on him.
If the squire had bothered looking up, he would have noticed that his normally calm and collected companion was nearly as fucked up as he was by the entire experience. Nix’s hands groped blindly at the door behind him, fighting a losing battle with himself to not bury them in Thad’s hair and pull harshly. The ranger wanted this experience to be good, to be slow and steady, to mean something. But the sight of Thaddeus on his knees, mesmerized by his cock and his body was proving to be too much of a challenge.
As the squire began to pump Nix’s cock slow and rough, the man couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he was a virgin. Maybe it was because he had one of his own to play with. Maybe the man was just a natural. Who the fuck knows? All Nix knows is that he’s gasping for air when he presses down on the slit of his head with his thumb.
“Priye,” Nix hisses when Thad’s mouth wraps around the head of his cock. His hand still pumps slowly at the base while his tongue swirls over the head. The ranger can't hold back any more and his hand grips Thaddeus’s hair tightly. The man whimpers at the feeling and rewards the action by sinking his mouth further down his cock. “Fuck, you’re so pretty on your knees like this. So beautiful. Can’t believe I’m this lucky.”
The sounds of Thaddeus whimpering and moaning around his cock has Nix’s brain short circuiting.
“Priye!” The word comes out in a growl, almost sounding angry as he tugs at the squire’s hair. His mouth pulls back with a lewd pop and Thad is looking up at him with wide eyes filled with such admiration that it makes Nix want to get down on one knee right then and there.
“Did I fuck up?” There’s a slight edge of panic to his voice, that same earlier feeling of fear and dread bubbling up inside him. But the look on Nixon’s face is enough to comfort him.
“You’re too good at this,” the ranger chuckles. “You’re going to spoil the main event at this rate.”
Thaddeus’s heart quickens at the statement. He quickly stands, tugging at his shirt and fumbling with his pants. It's only when Nix’s calloused fingers tighten around his wrists that the squire pauses.
“Top or bottom?”
“What?” Thaddeus blinks at the question, his pants already halfway down his hips.
“Do you want to… give or receive?” Nixon asks in a soft, delicate cantor. Only then does Thad realize what he’s asking.
“Uh… receive?” He hesitantly replies, earning a frown from his companion. “Receive,” he repeats a little more firmly. “Maybe next time I can try… the other.”
“Next time,” Nix assures him with a tender kiss as he releases his wrists. He pulls back, taking a moment to gather and compose himself. “I know this is your first time and I want this to be good for you. Which is why you need to listen to what I’m about to say.” The squire nods, keeping his eyes locked on the serious expression on his face. “At any point, just tell me to stop if it's too much.”
“Yeah, totally,” Thaddeus is nodding again. If he’s honest with himself, the idea of a next time and the genuine concern in Nix’s voice turns him on more than the thought of returning his mouth back to his cock.
“Lets get you on the bed,” Nixon chuckles, helping the other man kick off his boots and climb out of his pants. He kisses him slowly, walking him back towards the bed before gently guiding him down. As Nix reaches for his pillow, he pauses. “Do you know what position you want this in? It’s easier from the back but it's up to you.”
“I wanna see your face.”
Thaddeus can feel himself growing even more embarrassed at the admission. It's not the fact that he’s laying naked under this man or that Nix is gently lifting his hips to slide a pillow underneath his back. He’s not embarrassed because the ranger is spreading his legs apart or settling between his thighs. It's not even the hickies that Nix is leaving on his neck or the hand slowly dipping between his legs to circle his entrance.
Thaddeus is embarrassed that he wants - no, needs to see Nixon’s face when this finally happens.
“Ready?” Thad can only nod in response, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan and his eyebrows furrowing as the finger presses into him slowly. Nix kisses his forehead, right between his furrowed brows, as his finger begins to slowly pump in and out of him. “You’re doing so good,” Nix assures him when he can no longer feel the resistance of his clenched rear. He slowly adds a second finger, earning another whimper from the man. His fingers start scissoring, tracing along Thad’s walls until a cry nearly startles him.
“Nixon!” The squire whines, hips bucking. What the fuck was that?! What was THAT?!
Messaging the raised bundle of nerves, and keeping his eyes on the squire’s face for signs to stop, Nix works in a third and final finger. When Thad winces at the stretch, the ranger leans down enough to lay sweet little butterfly kisses all over his face, one final one being placed on his slowly growing smile.
“Nix, please,” Thaddeus whimpers, his breathless and keening plea echoing in the room.
“Please what, priye? Use your words,” he whispers and Thad swears he’s about to cum just from hearing the word again. The ranger runs a soothing hand down his side, catching on a nipple on the way back up. The touch makes the squire jolt, and only serves to rile him up more.
“You know damn well what,” Thaddeus babbles, too embarrassed by his own desperation to say it out loud.
“Next time,” Nix laughs, pulling his digits out slowly. Thad whines at the loss, his entrance clenching around nothing. The ranger leans over to his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube and slicking himself with a hiss at the friction. “Ready?”
“Nix, I’m about to lose my goddamn mind,” the squire warns. Nix just shakes his head, leaning over his body to kiss him gently as he slides inside. The initial push is tight, almost too tight, and Nix is mumbling to himself in that same foreign language he so often does when he thinks Thaddeus isn't listening. The squire bites down on his tongue in an effort to distract himself, his breathing heavy, eyes crinkled shut, kiss swollen mouth open slightly. He can feel his cock twitching where it rests between them. “Please move.”
“Like out of you or-”
“No, goddamn it,” Thaddeus breathes out, looking up at the other man with hooded, dark eyes. “Move.”
Nixon takes a deep breath in through his nose, out through his mouth, and nods. Gently and at a snail's pace, he inches forward more, and when he encounters resistance, he stops. The pair of them keep much of the same pattern until finally, minutes later, the ranger is finally fully seated. The divots of his pelvis are flushed with the round globes of Thaddeus’s ass, and he sighs.
“You feel divine,” Nix whimpers, actually whimpers, eyelashes fluttering. “Are you okay?” He asks softly, looking down at the man beneath him. Airy moans falling out on every breath, skin stained red and sweaty, the squire is a sight for sore eyes and Nixon thinks he might just love him.
"Better than okay," Thad sighs out, meeting his gaze. There's the smallest of smirks tugging at his lips, and the ranger wants to kiss it away.
“Fuck, I knew you’d feel perfect, priye,” Nix groans, punctuating the pet name with a sharp thrust. The movement jostles the other man and makes him cry out, head thrown back in a neck straining in pleasure. The sight spurs the ranger on, and he continues, each thrust slowly becoming harder than the last.
Thaddeus has built up a steady stream of moans, and Nixon has countered each one with one of his own. The squire feels amazing around him. Tight, hot, his body dragging him in like it wants him to stay. A stray droplet of sweat starts making its way from his hairline to his chin, but the ranger ignores it in favor of pistoning his hips and making his lover scream. Thad, though, fixes his hooded, slightly glazed over eyes onto the bead of liquid. Taking the other man off guard, he surges up enough to lick the sweat away with his tongue.
“Jesus Christ, Thaddeus,” Nix whines.
He can feel himself getting closer with each thrust, impending orgasm searing through his belly. He knows he needs to make Thad come soon, wants to make him come first. Hear his whines, experience him clench like a vice around him. Adjusting the angle of his hips every few thrusts, he keeps up the variety until finally, finally, the squire arches his back off the mattress with an explosive moan.
“Right there!” Thaddeus moans, nearly screams, sobbing out more when Nix obeys and speeds up to the spot with every thrust. Each one makes the squire beneath him become louder. His breathing erratic, and his pretty cock is leaking a steady stream of precum all over his stomach. "Please, please." Thad pleads, wrapping his thighs tighter around the ranger. Nix surges down, sucking the squire’s lips in for a searing kiss, pulling back enough to growl against his lips.
"What do you need, priye?" He asks. Nix thinks he has an idea, but something in him wants to hear the squire say it. Beg for it.
"Touch me, please, I'm so close." Thad whines, head thrown back against the mattress when Nixon complies. Wrapping his still slightly lubed fingers around his leaking cock, he strokes him in time with his thrusts. Each pass earns him higher pitched moans, thumb caressing the head on every upward pull. Biting at his tongue, the ranger tries with every ounce of control left in him to stave off his own orgasm. It's getting more difficult with each passing moment.
"Cum for me, wanna feel your pretty little hole clench around me," Nixon whispers dirtily into the other man's ear, biting down on the soft skin. The sudden, filthy words have the desired effect, and moments later Thad is moaning his name and painting his stomach with hot, white streaks. The squire’s entrance clenches rhythmically around him, and Nixon is gone.
"Thaddeus!" He keens, giving one, two, three more thrusts before his hips stutter and he spills into the man with a groan. His vision fades around the edges until it's completely whited out, his body basking in pure pleasure. With a pleased sigh, he slumps unceremoniously onto the squire beneath him, resting his forehead against his sweaty shoulder.
Nixon comes to moments later to the feeling of a hot, sweaty hand rubbing up and down his back and kisses being pressed against his temple. Mustering up enough strength in his shaky arms to push himself up, he pulls back to look at the other. Thad is grinning, beaming softly at him. His eyes are soft and his body is relaxed in post-orgasm glow.
"Hey" Nixon says dumbly, giving a beaming grin of his own. Thaddeus chuckles at his response, looking at him fondly.
"Hi," Thad says back, brushing Nix’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead with gentle hands. The ranger looks at him just as fondly, before looking down. Wrapping a hand around his still sensitive cock, he slowly pulls out. Laying a kiss on the squire’s lips when he whimpers at the feeling, and then tackles the squire down onto the bed with a giggle. He doesn't even care if the rapidly cooling cum is smearing between them. He's too happy to care.
Thaddeus laughs, wrapping his arms around Nix’s neck. He's filled to the brim with affection, and compensates for it by leaving quick little kisses along the ranger’s face. Nix grins wider with each one, until he's pushing Thaddeus back, trying to get away with no real effort behind the action.
"You should stick around for a while," Nixon says before meeting him with a sweet kiss. There's no heat around it, just the enjoyment of one another's touch. Of soft lips caressing.
“I could be convinced,” Thaddeus laughs against Nixon’s lips.
Something about Nixon Sharma didn't sit quite right with the former squire.
But he’d be fucking stupid if he didn't stick around to enjoy it.