near the end of a long year

[tactician]

Rare was the day where the political sphere wasn't abuzz, even all the way down to the lower echelons of the profession, with secretaries and agencies worming their way into last minute flights for their significantly more powerful supervisors, but even on Ennaspie, Christmas morning was a quiet one. Rarer were still was a quiet morning where Weiler wasn't sound asleep when Locke woke to a room bathed in early light.

Instead, though Weiler had stayed in bed by Locke's side, he was sitting up against the headboard, blankets pulled up to his waist as he looked at something through a sliver of window behind the drawn curtains, a soft ivory they had settled on after (admittedly not much) consideration. He was sleepy-eyed when he noticed the shift in Locke's breathing from slumber to waking and looked down, but he didn't say anything quite yet.

He only smiled, in fact, and said nothing at all.

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[aphelionix]

He gave a breathless laugh. "To be honest, I might not. I've never done it."

[tactician]

"Thank you for letting me have the honor," Weiler laughed back, grinning wide as he lifted himself onto his knees over Locke, hands sliding down to the man's side and ribs.

He looked down appreciatively. It had been a long time since he had really been in this position, and while he didn't mind in the least the role he usually played with Locke, the fact that Locke trusted him enough to want this made his pulse drum in his ears.

"You're not even tipsy yet," he mused.

[aphelionix]

"Two glasses was enough," he answered, staring back up. "I'd like to be fairly sober for it, anyway."

[tactician]

The forgotten program behind Weiler's back was broadcasting something about the highlights of the System from the past year, a tradition that never failed to change with the passing of decades or centuries.

Weiler tilted Locke's face up and brought their mouths together, once and then again and then a third time for good measure. "I'll take good care of you, Rhys," he promised, brushing the hair back from the man's face. "I'll take such good care of you; you won't regret it."

[aphelionix]

He leaned in as beckoned, humming softly against Weiler's lips. There was a smile there, despite the couple butterflies in his stomach. (Who would look forward to the painful part, after all? But if Weiler got past it, surely he could, too.)

"I'm sure I won't," Locke said, confident in his partner. "Let's go to the other room."

[tactician]

"But we'll miss all the celebration in there," Weiler said, though he clearly had no compliant considering how quickly he got to his feet.

[aphelionix]

Locke grabbed the bottle of champagne with a laugh, taking one more swig before standing up himself.

"I'm sure we'll hear enough noise from the streets," he said.

[tactician]

"Well, I don't plan to pay much attention to what's going on in the streets," Weiler interjected, lacing their fingers together as he tugged the other man, champagne and all, the short way to the open door of their bedroom. The bubbly drink hadn't done anything to him yet, but he could already see the slight tint staining Locke's high cheekbones, the way it was no doubt easing his nerves.

[aphelionix]

Once in their room, he set the bottle on the nightstand. The strength of Ennaspiean alcohol had already done its job for him. The rest was up to them.

Tugging Weiler in by his hand, Locke kissed him again. Weiler wasn't nearly as warm as he was, but still warm enough when was close like this. Despite Locke tending to be the more passive one in these activities anyway, there was an even more subdued note in his actions now as he let Weiler take the lead.

[tactician]

Weiler fell into the leading role without a hitch, naturally and with a sense of confidence that usually imparted his partner with a sense of ease. He hoped Locke wouldn't regret this, so he sought out to make Locke as comfortable as possible, as cared for and appreciated as he had felt when Locke had first asked to take him. Being wanted this way did a great deal for a person already.

He usually took the upper hand more often with women than with men, and even then was it never with men who were larger and taller in frame. When you were doing this with an air of anonymity, there were pretenses and reputations you had to maintain. Thankfully, Locke required none of those walls or awkward walls because, well, simply enough, this was Locke.

Weiler guided him back toward the bed, tipping him over onto it before climbing over him. He smiled down at the man as he pulled Locke's clothes over his head, running his hands down the man's chest in smooth, comforting motions until his palms reached Locke's waistline. He rubbed the line of skin that marked the junction of hips and torso, bending down to partake in the expanse of warm, exposed skin.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, Rhys, you're going to love this," he murmured, kissing the pulse under Locke's jaw and feeling it jump under his lips. "I'll make sure of it."

[aphelionix]

Locke's throat bobbed under Weiler's mouth when he swallowed, his head tilted back against the pillow. This wasn't unfamiliar yet, and Weiler's voice was always a source of comfort. He trusted him, and he knew how much the man himself enjoyed it. That was enough make him look forward to it.

It wasn't as though he hadn't almost been in this situation before. In the partners he took up on Gladsheim, several had tried, but Locke usually turned it around. They were an aggressive bunch, and to keep his respect in the higher ranks, it made sense to him to keep an upper hand. (Couldn't have the privates running around saying what a bottom he was, could he?) But now, things like that were in the back of his mind, and had been a long time. Locke suspected it was his own habit that kept him from considering it before recently.

He reached up, tugging the hem of Weiler's shirt over his head, leaning in to kiss his neck. Weiler was making a lot of promises indeed here, and it made Locke anticipate it a little more. "I hope you're not over-hyping it," he laughed lowly, his hands sliding up Weiler's back.

[tactician]

"Now when have I ever exaggerated like that?" Weiler laughed, running his hands down Locke's shoulders, from where the darker freckles, usually hidden from view, speckled the skin to his wrists, strong-boned and capable. Weiler brought one of them to his face and kissed the inside of it. The pulse, there, beat steady and strong. "You know I'm an honest man."

[aphelionix]

Locke chuckled, ruffling the bit of hair he could reach with his fingers. "Right, Mr. Double Agent Liev."

[tactician]

"Takes one to know one, Jonathan," Weiler shot back, leaning back to rummage briefly in their drawer for the necessary supplies. He set the bottle on the bed for now, still capped. There was still time yet to ease Locke into the change of position and they were rarely in a rush with this sort of thing anyway.

Dropping back over Locke, Weiler braced his weight with his hands as he leaned in to catch the man's mouth, rocking against him despite still being half-clothed. It felt good to exercise restraint when he knew he never needed to. Nevermind the fact that Locke tended to be a little more handsy when tipsy - something he fully intended to take advantage of.

"When you're slow and very careful," he told Locke, quiet and eyes dark, "it's not so much pain as it is pressure. You feel open and wanting, then so full, and if you do it with someone who takes the time to find just the right way to do it, it's so good, like your pleasure is being dragged out of you and pushed into you at the same time."

He wet his lips, cocked his head to one side. "At least, that's how it is for me."

[aphelionix]

Heat wound down Locke's body as he listened. He couldn't relate firsthand to the experience he described, but Weiler did an excellent job of making him want to. His hips pushed up, his response to the attention already obvious (but it was never difficult for Weiler to get this reaction from Locke when he wanted).

"You're making this 'slow and careful' part really difficult," he mumbled, his hands sliding further down, urging Weiler's hips harder against his own.

[tactician]

"Relax," Weiler chuckled, moving along with Locke's encouragement without hurry. It felt good to just move against and with each other. It came so naturally to them now. "I want to enjoy you."

Mercifully, his blunt-edged nails skated down Locke's stomach until they bumped against his jeans. Weiler flicked the button below his navel open with his thumb, an expert at undressing Locke by now, and leaned back on his knees to forcibly pull Locke's hips off the bed using his belt loops. He nudged forward at the same time, so that when Locke came back down, he was laying in Weiler's lap, the curve of their arousals pressing against each other.

"Were you planning this when you bought that champagne?"

[aphelionix]

"Not exactly," he said, staring down at where they touched. Now this was a little different. "I was just thinking of New Year's, and it... just so happened to give me a little nudge, maybe."

[tactician]

Unzipping Locke's pants and drawing him out, Weiler began to stroke the man, going slow due to the lack of lubrication for now. Despite what his hand was doing, his face and demeanor stayed conversational, almost maddeningly so.

"You could have brought it up earlier if you wanted," Weiler suggested, glancing quickly down. "You know I'd try anything for you."

[aphelionix]

God, that always drove Locke crazy. But he was doing a good job, if you asked him, of restraining himself. The urge to buck up was going to become overwhelming at this rate.

"I wasn't sure how," he mumbled distractedly, biting his lip. "Like I said. First time."

[tactician]

Taking mercy on Locke, Weiler finally reached for the lubrication, giving Locke a brief moment of respite as he warmed the liquid between his fingers and palms. He didn't want the man to give a start, especially since he was tense enough with anticipation.

"Didn't think men of our age had any more firsts to give, but I'm glad I was wrong."

Scooting back on his hands and knees, Weiler bent over Locke and slowly palmed a hand up his inner thigh. Weiler wasn't usually in the position to touch him like this, so he was deliberate and smooth, careful not to spook Locke. He worked his way up until he reached the underside of Locke's arousal, where he cupped his hand around the base before smoothing up, coating Locke in wide, heavy strokes (with a little twist at the head, like they both liked). When it slid back down, Weiler sucked him into his mouth, more than making up for the lack of his hand's attention, while his fingers slid lower, against the mattress then underneath, exploring at his leisure.

[aphelionix]

"There's always something," he assured, a bit positively, glad himself. It kept things exciting, though he doubted this would ever become something he didn't love doing with this person, even when not adventurous.

Locke sighed at the first stroke with lubrication, leaning his head back again. He was tense, but he figured not looking (at first, at least; curiosity would draw his gaze back down eventually) and putting his focus on the good feeling would help him relax. Both sensations ended up taking him off guard, with a small jolt up of his hips, but they slowly sank back down. The touch was different, but not overwhelming yet, and even a bit erogenous on its own. Locke lifted his knees just a bit more as he relaxed.

[tactician]

At every turn, Weiler was sure to wait for Locke to ease into the new sensations before he tried anything else. He kept a steady, vigilant focus on the man's pleasure even as he eased that first finger in, letting it sink inside slowly in conjunction with him taking Locke all the way into his mouth. Weiler pulled off, a steadying hand on Locke's hip, and pressed a kiss against his lower abdomen, looking up. If Locke gave the word, they could turn back at any point without any problem whatsoever.

"You all right there, Captain?"

[aphelionix]

He had grown a little dazed, brought back to attention as Weiler pressed a finger in. It was an odd sensation, admittedly a little trumped by Weiler's mouth, but there was a small brush of something that felt nice. The pleasure from it was different than simply his mouth alone, and he started to understand just a bit what Weiler had been talking about earlier.

"I'm fine," Locke answered, a hand reaching down to his shoulder, then his neck, where the tips of his fingers reached the ends of his hair. "Keep going."

[tactician]

Weiler turned to leave a small kiss on Locke's arm before sliding back down, taking his arousal in his free hand and stroking it in even, tight strokes - nothing too surprising or unexpected. They had been through more harrowing situations than this by far, both alone and together, but Weiler was humbled by the trust that Locke was putting in his hands, as he was with a great many things Locke had given him over the past year. There was something incredibly vulnerable in opening up this much for somebody.

He moved the first finger around, taking note of all the finely-tuned reactions in Locke's body until Locke had clearly gotten used to the sensation of intrusion. It happened quickly; it wasn't until the stretch that most people turned tail, but then again, there were those few that found the feeling pleasurable, as well.

"Tell me if you don't like it, Rhys," he said softly, nudging the second finger in alongside the first. Outside the privacy of this bedroom, the sound from the streets was getting a little louder. They had to be nearing the last ten or so minute stretch of the closing year.

[aphelionix]

At that point he had to consciously remind himself not to tense. It wasn't bad, and he had been through much worse pain, but Locke wasn't too fond of pain anyway. (Not quite Weiler's or his cup of tea.) The distraction of outside noise helped a little, and he wondered how close the new year was, but was still too focused to even glance at the clock.

"Still fine," he said, one hand lightly gripped in the sheets to place his tension elsewhere. But, surprisingly, pleasure struck first. Weiler's exploring wasn't without results, Locke's breath hitching when his fingers pressed up. It couldn't have been pain - unless that did turn out to be Locke's cup of tea after all - considering the twitch of his erection at the contact. He breathed out a surprised, "Ah."