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There’s thunder crashing outside every ten or so minutes, but the rain is still loud enough that it makes a profuse racket on the pavements outside.
Everyone is inside, sheltered from the almost violent storm outside, and it’s past lights out—-there’s not a hint of sound nor movement in the isolated, decrepit halls of Welton.
Apart from one room.
Todd arches off the mattress with a choked-off gasp, a shaking hand fluttering to cover his mouth as said gasp trickles deliciously into a high whine. Their walls echo the sound right back to them, and Neil has never been more grateful than he is right now, hovering over Todd, one hand on his cheek, and the other working him open.
Neil crooks his fingers, another clap of thunder, and Todd moans shakily under the cacophony of it. Neil leans in to shush him, although unwilling.
“Wanna hear you,” he whispers. “Always wanna hear you. But you’ve gotta be quiet.”
“S—Sorry—“ Todd pants, and Neil nips at his earlobe.
“Oh no, no, baby, don’t apologise.”
After a few more minutes, and Todd’s hips rising off the bed every time Neil hits that spot that resonates through his nerves like lightning, he’s gasping out broken phrases of, “Neil—“ and “f—fuck, I c—“
“You ready, Todd?”
“Pleasepleaseplease.”
Todd whines as Neil’s fingers slip free, and then Todd is grabbing his arm, looking at him dazedly.
“Wait— I want… can I—can I ride you?”
Neil’s blinks, blood running hot and breath coming heavy. “Shit, yes, yes, Todd, you can.”
They switch positions, Neil nestled atop of Todd’s rustled covers, and Todd straddling Neil’s hips, his own hips cautiously poised over Neil’s cock.
Neil’s hands come to rest on his waist, thumb drawing small circles at the bone which ever so slightly protrudes there. “You okay?”
Todd nods. “Wanna do this for you.”
“Hey, we don’t have to—“
“And me.” Todd looks at him with—is that a leer? From Todd Anderson?
Neil’s eyes darken. “That’s what you want? Tell me what you want.”
Todd nods as he sinks down, that previous look melting into half of a grimace as the stretch begins. “I-I—hah—want you. All the time.”
They sigh in sync when he bottoms out. Neil looks, and Todd is almost dazed, eyes glassy until he blinks it out, and he’s looking back at Neil.
“Want you to know how good you are to me.”
His hips rock forwards, and Neil grips them tighter, a hiss slithering between his clenched teeth.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. How you always treat me right.”
He isn’t going to last long, not with this view in front of him: Todd, with dishevelled hair and pink-bitten lips, a slight sheen of sweat glistening down his chest, hands now resting on Neil’s abdomen as his hips move deliciously in a mind-numbing rhythm.
“How you’re so good. So good—for me.”
The praise hits him like a sledgehammer, and Todd knows it will, with the way he smirks when Neil moans almost too loudly. “Fuck, Todd, keep—ahh—“
He’s cut off when Todd moves faster, and his words come freely now. “Love seeing you—be good, it’s so… it’s so hard not to want you. A—and… and you… fuck me so good, too.”
He’s still slightly bashful, and Neil thinks (as well as he can considering the current state of affairs) oh, we can’t have that. One of his hands moves from his hips to his dick and thumbs at the tip, grinning when Todd cries out and jerks into his touch.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Always want you to— Neilll—“
“Tell me again. I’ll do whatever you want, baby, just tell me.”
Todd moans pitifully. “Keep calling me—keep, fuck, saying it—“
“You like it when I call you baby?”
“Yes, yes, it’s so—you’re too good—it—“
He lets him go, and Todd’s neglected whine rings through the entire room. “Neil, Neil, you—I want you to—you’re so—“
Part of Neil begs him not to say it. Not to say what he almost can’t take. Not now. And Todd knows Neil can’t take it.
Neil plants one foot on the bed and thrusts to meet Todd’s hips, almost throwing him off kilter. He gasps, rocking forwards, and Neil catches him, but Todd springs back and rides him harder, faster, dirtier than he ever has.
Neil’s mind is slipping into a fuzz as he gasps out half-formed phrases, whines and pants and moans as Todd moves, interlocking their hands in an almost out of place romantic gesture.
“Not g’na last—what do you want?” He asks breathily—Well, tries to ask, because Todd looks at him, completely open and naked to everything, and his eyes are so gentle that it almost tears Neil apart.
“Neil—want you—want you all the time. Need you.” Todd gives him a slow, tantalising grind, and Neil shudders through a groan. “You’re so pretty.”
Fuck. There it is. Neil feels something in him break, and suddenly he’s completely at Todd’s mercy, moaning out half-completed utterances of “baby” and “Todd” and “oh, fuck”. Todd knows what that does to him, how it makes him weaker and opens him up to anything. Manipulative, Neil thinks, but never in a bad way. He likes it, loves it, of course he does.
“This is what—ah—what you want, isn’t it? To be called pretty? Do you like it when I do?”
Neil nods, words practically useless to him.
Todd brings Neil’s hand back to his dick. “C’mon, pretty boy, ‘m so close—Neil, Neil, please—!”
Hearing Todd beg for him snaps him back into focus, and he twists and pulls and rubs just how he knows Todd likes it, watching him move faster and come undone above him.
“Baby,” Neil gasps out. “Please, fuck, baby, c’mon.”
Todd whines, careless about the volume.
“Todd, baby, need to see you—feel you—need you to come for me. Please, baby, please, come on—“
Staccato breaths are punched out of Todd, each gasp deeper and sharper than the last as his hips stutter and he spills over Neil’s fist and onto his chest. He doesn’t stop moving, though, and he palms at Neil’s chest, his arms, grabs his hand and brings it up to his lips to kiss it in a soft, unexpected gesture.
“Please, Neil, my Neil, my pretty boy, so good for me, fuck me so well—come, Neil, please, you look so pretty when you do—“
Neil’s hips punch up once, twice, and then he throws his head back, wrenching his hand off of Todd’s hip to cover his mouth because fuck, if he wasn’t loud after that. His eyes roll back into his head, emotion building so readily inside him he’s unsurprised when all he can do is gasp Todd’s name.
Todd slips to the side of him, and falls down next to him, curling himself into Neil. He’s aware that they need to clean up, but…
“God.”
“Yeah.”
Neil sits up. “I’ll grab us something from the washroom.”
When they’re cleaned up, the rain is still clattering down on the paths outside, and it’s enough to lull them both into sleep in Neil’s bed, together and intertwined so close you couldn’t tell where one of them began and the other one ended.