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Rooster stood in front of a door that was identical to his own that was just down the hall. He couldn’t bring himself to raise his arm and knock. He’d already been standing there for a good five minutes, frozen. He had been laying in bed that night unable to sleep, which wasn’t anything new, as he stressed about his upcoming suicide mission. He was restless, his mind had made a split second decision and his feet had followed.
He sighed and raised a clenched fist, knocking on the door a little aggressively for how late it was. He waited a couple seconds, feeling the need to run back down the hall to the safety of his own room. He probably should, this was a horrible idea anyway-
“What?” He heard, making him snap his head forward, seeing a shirtless Hangman standing in the doorway, his hair slightly ruffled, and a frown on his lips.
“Uh- I-” Rooster tried, all the words suddenly dying on his lips as he forced himself to continue to look into Hangman’s eyes. Which wasn’t really a great move either, he could get lost in them if he wasn't careful.
“Spit it out Bradshaw,” Hangman hissed, looking Rooster up and down.
“I have a… proposition for you.” Rooster said, his jaw clenching.
Hangman raised an eyebrow, folding his arms and leaning on the doorway. Rooster cleared his throat before continuing, “I- look we’ve been dancing around each other for a while, and if I’ve misread the situation at all, we can forget about this whole thing-”
“Get to the point,” Hangman said, cocking his head to the side.
“I need some stress relief,” Rooster said, mentally slapping himself. He really should have figured out exactly what he was going to say.
“What do you want, a hug?” Hangman said, smirking.
“No,” Rooster sighed, “I want you to fuck me.”
Hangman didn’t react, he just continued to stare at Rooster, not moving, not yelling, not saying anything. “Fuck,” Rooster mumbled, looking down, “I’m sorry I thought that- I just- I don’t know, I’ll go, forget it.”
But before he could turn there was a hand on his forearm and he was being pulled into Hangman’s room, before he knew it he was being pressed up against it, Hangman’s lips smashed against his own, their bodies flushed together. Rooster could feel his warmth through his clothes. He gripped Hangman's bare biceps as he explored his mouth.
Rooster let out a small sigh, easily letting Hangman take the lead, all of his worries slowly slipping out of him. Hangman grabbed his waist, walking them backwards. Rooster didn’t open his eyes, allowing Hangman to drag them wherever. In the back of his mind he assumed it was towards the bedroom, but his brain was already turning to mush.
Hangman grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling him up, their lips disconnecting for only a second so that it could slip over his head. He gripped Hangman’s shoulders tighter as the other man began undoing the buttons to his pants, faintly aware that he’s probably digging his nails into his skin. Rooster felt them bump into something and he finally pulled away, blinking in the dark of the bedroom.
Hangman tugged his pants down, allowing him to step out of them and leaving him in only his boxers. He squinted when Hangman flipped on the light, making Rooster look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What? You think I’m gonna pass up seeing your face while I fuck you senseless?”
Rooster didn’t have time to think about what he just said because Hangman’s lips were on his again, but they only stayed for a second. Rooster was about to complain when he felt Hangman mouth at his jaw and down the side of his neck. Rooster tipped his head the other way, his eyes falling shut again.
He didn’t realize Hangman had been moving them again until he was being pushed, landing on his back on the bed. He looked up at Hangman in surprise, just to find him looking back at him with hunger in his eyes, his mouth slightly parted and his lips shiny and red. Hangman stood there for a second, eyes raking over Rooster’s body, before climbing over him.
Hangman dipped his head, keeping eye contact as he licked a stripe up the middle of Rooster’s abs. It made Rooster’s breath hitch, eyes widening. He didn’t move, watching as Hangman leaned back and tucked his thumbs under his shorts, slipping them down, his dick springing free. Rooster stared, apparently a little too long since Hangman let out a chuckle and said, “like what you see?”
Rooster’s eyes snapped up as he swallowed thickly, his face flushed. Hangman had a smirk on his face, one that would usually make Rooster seethe with anger. Rooster hooked his thumbs into his boxers, lifting his hips slightly to wiggle out of them before throwing them to the side. “Well well, you are just perfect everywhere aren’t ya?” Hangman said.
Rooster felt his face get hotter at the words as he tried to swallow again. He opened his mouth to complain, to tell Hangman to hurry up and do something, but all that came out was a whine. Hangman tutted, leaning down over him, “aw, look at you, so needy.”
Rooster glared at him, “shut up,” he said, but there was no bite behind it.
Hangman chuckled again before leaning down, pressing their lips together again. Rooster sighed, soaking in the feeling. If Hangman was half as good in bed as he was at kissing, he might not be able to walk back to his own room.
He heard rustling to the side of him, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away to figure out what was happening. He ran his hands up Hangman’s stomach and chest, his fingers gliding through and memorizing the muscles that lay there.
Hangman leaned back again, Rooster trying to follow him up, but being held down when Hangman splayed his palm over his chest. Hangman leaned back on his knees, grabbing Rooster’s knees and spreading them further apart. Rooster realized at the same time that Hangman was holding something, a bottle of lube, his mind making the connection that that must have been what he was getting out of the dresser.
He didn’t get much more time to think as he felt a finger circle his rim before pressing into the first knuckle. He clenched his eyes shut, hands falling down to grip at the sheets. “Relax for me,” Hangman mumbled, leaning forward to leave a kiss right above where his dick laid against his stomach.
Rooster took a breath, relaxing his muscles as much as he could. Hangman hummed in approval, slowly beginning to move his finger in and out. It wasn’t long and he was adding a second, spreading his fingers slightly as he pumped them in and out. Rooster looked down, staring at Hangman’s face, almost amused by how determined he looked.
“I’m not getting any younger,” Rooster said, getting more and more impatient as the minutes moved by.
Hangman glanced up at him, squinting slightly, and pushing his finger in further. Rooster moaned, his back back arching slightly, as pleasure shot through him. He heard a small chuckle, but he didn’t look down, choosing to continue staring at the ceiling.
Hangman slipped his ring finger in, it going smoothly now that Rooster had relaxed. Rooster glanced down again, biting his lip as he ground his hips down, only to see Hangman staring back at him. He wasn’t smirking, or laughing, or saying something snarky, just staring. Rooster didn’t have time to let out the ‘what?’ that he was planning, Hangman taking that moment to pull his fingers out.
Hangman crawled forward, Rooster grinding his hips down, but all he did was lean forward, kissing him again. Not that Rooster could really complain as Hangman’s tongue found its way into his mouth again. “You ready?” Hangman said, his smirk returning.
Rooster glared at him, “obviously.”
Hangman just hummed, leaning down to kiss Rooster’s chest, “you sure?”
Rooster was about to roll his eyes when he realized what Hangman was going for, but he wasn't about to give in so easily. “Yes, I’m fucking sure, fuck me.”
Hangman hummed again, gripping his hips tighter, “I don’t know if I’m convinced.”
“You ass,” Rooster mumbled, making Hangman’s smirk widen, “please, Jake.”
Hangman groaned, his forehead falling forward onto Rooster’s stomach before popping back up, “That was a cheap shot.”
Rooster grinned down at him, watching as Hangman lined himself up, wasting no more time as he pressed in. They groaned in unison as he bottomed out, Rooster immediately wrapping his legs around Hangman’s waist to pull him closer.
Hangman pulled back about halfway before pushing back in, taking way too much time for Rooster’s liking. “Come on,” Rooster moaned, jutting his jaw out.
Hangman smirked, “I was just trying to be loving, damn.”
Rooster rolled his eyes, “if I wanted loving, I wouldn’t have come to you, now fuck me like you mean it.”
Hangman’s smirk fell, and he ignored the way his heart clenched slightly at the words. “If you insist,” He said, slamming his hips forward.
Rooster’s head immediately fell back, a breathy moan falling from his lips. Hangman put his hands on the sides of Rooster’s head, keeping a decently slow pace, but making every thrust count. Rooster met his thrusts as best as he could, grinding his hips down. He ran his hands up Hangman’s arms and over his shoulders before pressing his palms into his back.
“God, you look amazing,” Hangman breathed, “you take me so well.”
Rooster just moaned again, his eyes fluttering open and seeing Hangman looking at him, his eyes filled with lust and his face flushed. He felt the heat gathering in his lower stomach, a part of him almost disappointed, not wanting this to end. He slipped his hands between their bodies, stroking himself in time with Hangman’s quickening thrusts. “m’almost there,” Rooster slurred, his mouth slack.
“Yeah baby,” Hangman moaned, “Come for me.”
Rooster moaned at the pet name, bringing one of his hands down and pulling Hangman’s dog tags. Hangman went willingly, crashing their lips together as Rooster came, muffled moans falling from both of their lips. Hangman didn’t last long either, the feeling of Rooster clenching around him sending him crashing over the edge as well.
Rooster’s chest heaved, as Hangman collapsed forward, laying his body weight on top of him. He relaxed his legs, finally letting them fall to Hangman’s sides.
Well, he’s definitely not feeling as stressed anymore.