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He wakes to fingers carding through his hair. “Mmmm, that feels nice.” He mumbles sleepily.
A soft puff of air hits his face as there’s an amused and fond laugh. “Yeah? That feel nice? Never realised you were such a cuddler. You never have been when we shared a bed before.”
He lifts his head from the pillow he'd been resting on, that he now realises is actually Ethan's chest and squints at the other man--taking in his soft, green eyes, pillow-wrinkled face and gentle smile. "You are annoyingly attractive first thing in the morning."
Ethan laughs loud and bright at his grumble. "I'm very sorry."
"Don't think you are." He scrubs at his face; shifting his leg and enjoying the way it slides in between Ethan's, where they're laying entangled together. "And the few times we've shared a bed before, I'd thankfully been too injured and exhausted for my body to betray me and give away how much I wanted to cuddle you, and never moved from the edge of the bed."
"D'awww, you can cuddle me whenever you want, baby." Ethan grins, tilting his chin up to kiss him softly.
Brandt glares at him weakly when he lets him go. "I don't think I can cuddle you on missions, Ethan."
"We can try sneaking one in, next time."
He huffs and rolls his eyes. "It's too early to deal with your whole..." He gestures at Ethan's smirking face. "...Ethan-ness."
"You are adorably grumpy first thing--I love it. All the other times you've woken before and were dressed--or at least fully awake and caffeinated if you were injured--so it's nice to see this side of you."
Ethan sounds so painfully sincere that Will can't help but melt for him that little bit more. Of course, he can't let him know how far gone he is for him though, so he just hums and kisses the underside of his jaw; soft, warm skin and the rasp of stubble brushing against his lips.
"Tell anyone and I'll spread a rumour round the whole IMF that you love baking birthday cakes and you'll never be free again from the hungry agents with whom we work--forever stuck baking, getting flour in your perfect hair, instead of going on missions."
Ethan gasps dramatically, green eyes sparkling with amusement. "You wouldn't!"
He licks his tongue over the blunt edge of his teeth; fingernails digging in to the firm muscle of the older man's tit. "Try me."
Ethan moans low in his chest; hand smoothing down Brandt's spine to squeeze his ass. "Fuck, you're sexy when you're threatening me."
He can feel the hard length of Ethan's cock pressing into his belly; hot and insistent, and his hole clenches in want. "Trust you to be turned on by danger."
He tries to sound joking, but part of him is concerned that with the way Ethan throws himself into adrenaline-pumping situations, that part of him might be conditioned now to need that rush to feel that kind of high.
That who Will is--pretty chill and languid 97% of the time--won't be enough for him.
Clearly he can't quite hide that thought from his face (damn his lack of coffee) because Ethan huffs out a wry, sad laugh and cuddles him close. "I'm not turned on by danger, baby. I can't deny that I do get some kind of thrill from doing all the stuff we do, because it is exciting in a way, but I promise, Will, that I prefer people safe-- I don't...the thrills are just an inadvertent side effect. If we could easily save people by doing nothing more than lifting a pen and maybe a paperclip, then I'd make it so and be thrilled about it. Sincerely. "
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear and Will bites back a smile when it immediately falls on his face again. "Unfortunately we never get those missions, so...."
"M'sorry." Brandt flushes with shame, nuzzling at the hollow of Ethan's throat in apology. "Didn't mean to make you feel like you had to justify yourself. I know you're not turned on by danger really."
Ethan presses a kiss to the crown of his head and tickles his ribs, feather light, making him squirm. "I know. But I didn't want there to be any misunderstandings--not between us. You're too important to me for this to get screwed up by us not communicating."
"Oh." He swallows thickly and brings his fingers up to stroke Ethan's stubble-rough cheek. "You're important to me too."
The older man grasps his hand and kisses the tips of his fingers. Will can't stop the way his cheeks heat at the gentle intimacy. "And it's not you actually threatening me that makes me hard, baby, it's the fact that you could follow through on it--could easily choose a different threat, something more physical and violent, and there's a high chance you'd beat me--but you don't. It's that bit that makes me hard."
He wets his lips and Brandt follows the movement of that talented tongue with sharp eyes, his heart rabbiting in his throat from getting to witness Ethan's vulnerability. "That you could easily hurt me, and instead you just make me feel safe."
He swallows past the lump in his throat and cups Ethan's face, kissing him desperately; letting his cool exterior crack just a little for the man underneath him who gave so much of himself to the world and asked for so little in return.
"You may get hurt on missions, and there may come a day when I might have to shoot at you to get to a bad guy behind you--I'm hoping not, but it happens--but I mean it when I say I would never, ever want to hurt you in any way that truly matters outside of the madness that is our work."
He kisses Ethan again and feels the trembling of his plush lips; how the gentle affection almost ruins him.
"If you want this--want me--then I will support you absolutely. I'll love you with the softness of a kiss and the deadliness of the shot of a gun." Ethan's breath hitches at the word love, but Brandt carries on, knowing Ethan can't be the only one to bare himself. "I'll hold you when you need it, even if you can't bring yourself to ask for it. I'll dress your wounds and I'll roll my eyes at your charm. I'll welcome you with open arms when you come home and open legs when we're in bed--or the sofa or maybe a supply closet, I'm open to ideas--" Ethan snorts out a laugh, but his cheeks are wet with tears. Will kisses them away. "I'll give you everything because you deserve nothing less...but only if that's what you want."
"I do." The words practically fall from Ethan's mouth, he's so desperately eager to say them. "I want you so much it's terrifying, Will. I've wanted you for months, and I kept convincing myself you didn't want me back or that I would just end up hurting you like I did Julia, but I saw you coming out the bathroom in your underwear and I looked at your golden skin and I remembered how you pretty much threw yourself down to catch me, when we didn't really know or trust each other and it's only because of your strong, steady grip on me that I didn't plummet to my death."
He traces his fingers over the lines and ridges of Will's face and looks at him, so open and honest. "When I saw you last night I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I thought about that strong, steady grip and I decided, that was who I wanted keeping me anchored to this world. Yours are hands I can trust to keep me safe and make me feel good."
He swallows to wet his throat and croaks out a pathetic whine. "That's a lot of responsibility."
Ethan smiles softly and slips his hand under the waistband of Brandt's underwear to massage the soft flesh of his ass. "You can handle it.... only if you want to of course."
He huffs and rolls his eyes. "Of course I want to. I'd be a right dumbass not to want you. You're the most incredible, kind, genuine man I know and you're smoking hot too. If I didn't love you so much, I'd have to make you my nemesis on principle."
Ethan blinks at him slowly and then his whole face glows with happiness as he grins widely. "You love me?"
Damn his lack of coffee.
"Yes, I love you." He says sincerely, sipping at the older man's lips; before leaning back and levelling him with a self-deprecating smile as he chuffs at his own lack of filter. "Wasn't meant to admit that to you, but here we are. I really need some coffee."
"Well, I am selfishly glad that you haven't had coffee, because hearing you say that--" He breathes in deeply and looks at Will like he can't believe he's looking at him--can't believe he's there in his arms. "--it's made me happier than I've been in a long, long time."
Ethan slips his hand down further, cupping Will's balls from behind; holding them possessively, making him moan at the proprietary touch. "And I love you too."
He smiles small and shy. "Yeah? How did I get so lucky, hmm?"
Ethan kisses him and then his thumb is rubbing in between Will's ass cheeks, curious and teasing. "I'm the lucky one. Or hoping to get lucky anyway."
He groans at the eyebrow waggle, but pushes back against Ethan's thumb. "This safe house doesn't have any lube laying around does it?"
"It does actually. I found it while you were in the shower. New and unopened." Brandt quirks an eyebrow because, wow. "Think it's best if we just don't question it."
Will nods in amusement and then let's out a yelp as Ethan rolls them, settling between his legs like he belongs there. Will's of the opinion he's right.
Ethan looks at him intensely, then kisses him; licking into his mouth and making him breathless.
He lays there, chest heaving whilst Ethan grabs the lube, tossing it down before pulling off his clothes frantically but gracefully until he was gloriously naked.
Will's cock throbs in his boxers as he takes in the compact muscles, the coiled strength, the dark bush and the heavy cock that slaps against his thigh where it's so thick and heavy with arousal.
"Fuuuuuck."
Ethan quirks an eyebrow at him. "You okay?"
He throws his arm over his eyes and groans dramatically. "I'm fine it's just... you were already perfect and now I know you have a big, fat cock that's going to destroy me too and it's just...it's very unfair." He pouts.
The older man chuckles and climbs back on the bed, pulling Brandt's underwear down until he’s naked too. "You're a size queen." He skims his hand up the inside of Will's leg, making the muscle twitch. "That's not that surprising actually." Will isnt sure what that means and he's too afraid to ask, lest Ethan tells him he gives off vibes that scream, please stuff me full of fat cock until I can't walk. "And you did touch my cock yesterday. Or did you forget?"
"I had just come and was exhausted, I wasn't exactly channelling post nut clarity, babe." He grumbles, making Ethan laugh. "And it was the briefest of touches. I'd barely gotten acquainted with him."
Ethan hums slightly patronisingly, but also somehow in a way that makes his dick twitch where it's resting, hard and leaking, against his belly. "Poor baby. I'll have to rectify that, won't I?"
"If you could."
They grin at each other as Ethan grabs the lube and pours a generous helping on his fingers. Brandt pulls his legs up; holding them open and spread by the backs of his thighs as Ethan circles his hole with slick fingers, before pushing in with one.
"Fuck." He hisses out a breath as Ethan thrusts his finger in and out languidly.
"You okay?" Ethan asks; voice sharp with concern.
"Yeah. Fuck, it's just been a while."
Ethan shifts closer and bends to kiss and nibble a bite to the arch of his foot. Will laughs as it tickles; a moan escaping his lips as he clenches around Ethan's finger with the movement and it feels so good. The older man gently tugs on Will's leg, and he lets it go; Ethan draping it over his shoulder so he can kiss and nip kisses all the way up his calf and thigh as he slips a second finger inside him and stretches his hole.
"N--Not sure now is the--fucking hell--the time to brag about being able to multitask." He pants as Ethan finds his prostate; rubbing over that swollen bundle of nerves over and over, his leg twitching and his belly quivering where his whole body felt electrified from the continuous, teasing pleasure.
"Seems like the perfect time, if you ask me." Ethan grins at him sharp and wicked; sneaking in a third finger, letting Brandt's leg go to lean down and suckle on his cock. Will lets his other leg thunk down onto the bed; clutching at the soft strands of Ethan's hair as the older man gets his dick all sloppy and wet; fucking his fingers into the tight clutch of his hole until he's trembling all over and biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds.
"Please, Ethan, please. Fuck--just get in me, right now, or I swear to god--"
Ethan huffs out a laugh and smooths a hand over his flank as he slicks up his cock. "Turn around, baby. It'll be easier for your pretty, little hole to take me, and I want a good grip on those sexy hips of yours."
He shudders out a breath as he rolls onto his front; leaning on his elbows and curving his spine in invitation. He keens as Ethan grabs his ass cheeks and massages them; spreading them obscenely to show off his hole. His cheeks flush and his dick drools onto the covers when Ethan tugs open his hole with his thumbs and spits directly into it. He can feel it drip down inside him, and it feels indecent.
"L--Lube not good enough?" He asks on a shaky laugh; so turned on he's going a little crazy with it.
Ethan purrs, all deep and almost growly; it ripples up Will's spine and makes his brain fuzzy--pushing his dick in past his puffy rim, inch by gloriously thick inch until he's stuffed fall and he can feel the heavy slap of his seed-filled balls against his taint. Ethan waits until he's wheezed out a strained breath to speak; blanketing his back with his warm, muscled front; hand coming to splay over his belly and press down, emphasising the bulge of massive cock. "That was less about prep, and more about me being a possessive sonofabitch when it comes to you." He confesses softly.
Brandt bites his lip and closes his eyes; overcome by it all. "Fuck."
He presses his face into the pillows and clenches around Ethan's cock; the way he's so stuffed full and spread open everything he imagined it would be and more. "Okay, you can fuck me now." He swallows; lifting his head up and tilting it to the side when Ethan kisses his neck. "And fuck me hard, yeah? You wanna be possessive, then I want there to be no doubt as to who's wrecking me and leaving me dripping, alright?"
He feels Ethan shiver over him; the tremble of his breath against his nape, and the spasm of his fingers against his furry belly. "God, I love you." Ethan whispers, and then pressing a smacking, wet kiss to his shoulder, Ethan sits back on his knees and pulls back until only the flared head of his dick is keeping him spread wide and needy, and then slams back in.
The breath is knocked out of him, and his hands slide against the covers, but Ethan just holds his hips tight--tight enough to bruise, which he figures is the point--and fucks into him again and again; hammering his prostate and making him see stars. Brandt can do nothing but clutch at the bedsheets and spread his legs wider, so Ethan can sink in deeper and ruin him even more than he already is.
The squelch of lube that accompanies each wet drag of his cock is obscene, and Ethan is fucking him so hard and rough, he can feel globs of it drip past his rim and down his inner thighs, like he has a cunt that is sopping wet just for him.
"You gonna come, baby?" Ethan pants; thumbs massaging the dimples of his spine. "Gonna squeeze my cock and let me fill you up?"
"Hng--" He whimpers; trying to respond, as his brain rattles around his skull; nodding desperately into the pillows. "Y--Yes."
He can feel it; feels like he's gonna combust. His cock aches something fierce, but he doesn't touch it--knows he's only a couple of slams of Ethan's hips away from him coming untouched.
"So good for me, Will." Ethan murmurs now; words falling free and fast, in time with his thrusts. "Pictured this so many times, and still--this is so much better. You feel perfect around me, taking my cock so well. You say I'm gonna wreck you, but I've been a wreck because of you since the moment I looked across that SUV and saw you sat there."
He mewls at the confession and it's too much, knowing Ethan has liked him since the beginning--he comes.
Arching his spine near-painfully, he screams his release; cock spurting onto the bedsheets, tender hole fluttering and straining around Ethan's cock as the older man shoves it deep and follows him over the edge. Ethan collapses over him as he spills hot and wet, filling his guts; teeth scraping against his shoulder as he presses down with each wrack of his body.
They fall down onto the bed in a pile of limbs as Will's legs give way; a pained grunt getting knocked out of him as the movement jostles Ethan's cock where it's made itself at home inside of him.
"F-uck."
Ethan noses at his sweat-slick hairline and kisses the hinge of his jaw. "Alright?"
He hums; exhausted. "M'not sure I'm gonna be able to walk."
"We'll just have to stay in bed then." Ethan kisses his slack mouth and Will can't help but kiss him back. The older man pulls out of him and sits back. "Oh fuck."
"What's wrong?" He furrows his brow at the soft exclamation. "Am I bleeding?"
"No." Ethan traces Will's puffy rim with his finger, making him squirm. "But you are gaping and leaking my come everywhere. It's fucking hot."
He just faceplants the pillows and bats him away. "Leave my ass alone. Play with your own if you're still horny."
Ethan chuckles and presses a kiss to his ass cheek. "Still grumpy even after I fucked you." Will hears him get up and pad into one of the other rooms; content to just lay there as he tries to work up the energy to move. "Hopefully this will help." He looks up as Ethan speaks again; eyes widening when he sees a mug of steaming hot coffee being held out to him.
He rolls over with a groan and makes grabby hands at it; sipping on it with a sigh of pure bliss. "Oh that's good."
"Better than me fucking you?" Ethan asks with a smirk; climbing back onto the bed to stretch out beside him and cuddle him.
"Not quite. Still amazing though. And just what I needed." He leans over and kisses Ethan. "Thank you."
Ethan grins all soft and fond and boops him on the nose. "No problem. Seemed fair, considering I'm the reason you can't get up."
"I mean, I could probably get it up again, just not right now."
Ethan lightly bats his chest and shakes his head. "Not what I meant."
"Sure, babe."
He sips his coffee as the man he very much adores lays next to him; tracing nonsense patterns on his skin like he has nothing else better to do. He hums as the coffee hit just the spot and relaxes back against the pillows. "I love you."
"Are you talking to me or the coffee?" Ethan asks; amusement dancing in his voice.
A beat.
"...You?"
Ethan just snorts. "Guess I'm gonna have to fuck you again just so you know for sure."
"At least let me finish my coffee first."
(And because Ethan is perfect for him, he does).