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Gordon Freeman screamed silently.
Barney was peeling off his suit's lower half right in the midst of the rebels sleeping in a tangled heap. It was so exciting and dirty that Gordon felt dizzy and goosebumps appeared on his bare ass. Large palms lovingly squeezed his cheeks, hot breath touched the hollow between them… Gordon was slowly dying. The visor on his wrist indifferently noted that his pulse was approaching a hundred beats per minute. The hard sleeping bag pressed uncomfortably against his hardening cock.
When his pants reached his ankles, Freeman spread his legs wider. He bit his lip, hoping the pain would keep him from squealing like mating headcrabs ("Do they mate? What the hell am I even thinking?") He also hoped no one around him saw him lift his pelvis to meet Calhoun's ass-eating urge. But Barney, of course, noticed it, redoubling his efforts.
With all this hustle and bustle, they had absolutely no time for each other. Damn it all, the mature, hardened Calhoun turned Gordon on beyond belief; he wanted to have a fantastic fucking session with him for hours, until his ass was burning. Stirring his lust, Barney slurped frantically between his buttocks. Lying half a meter away, the puny rebel in a tattered cap frowned anxiously in his sleep.
Keeping silent became simply unbearable.
As if testing the Messiah's mettle, Calhoun rubbed his nose, cheek, and the stubble on his chin against his asshole. Freeman hissed softly, bucking. With a gentle pinch, Barney reminded him they weren't alone. "You started it, you bastard!" — Gordon managed to think before his thoughts once again turned into pathetic, slobbering chewing gum.
His anus throbbed with his pressure. The suit constantly cleansed Freeman's body of toxins with enemas, so Barney had no fear of going deeper. His tongue inside him… one of the people around them snored loudly, effectively drowning out Gordon's moan. He desperately wanted longer, thicker, faster. Feeling his saliva-slicked fingers entered him, Freeman was openly writhing with impatience.
Finally, Barney's whole body fell on him. His masculine, overpowering scent pinned Freeman down, squeezing the air from his lungs. Not a trace of cologne, only pure adrenaline.
"Ready?" Calhoun asked quietly.
Gordon grunted affirmatively and opened his mouth in a futile attempt to breathe. His flesh reluctantly parted, accepting Barney into its tight embrace. "You're so damn big!" — a quiet, half-panicked thought. Submitting to his gentle pressure, Freeman finally opened up, letting the man in all the way.
"Gordon..." Barney's whisper trembled.
Freeman pulled his hand up to his face, blocking his own mouth. Barney chuckled knowingly.
"Bite me if you need to."
He gently pushed forward, and Freeman closed his eyes. Fucking almost dry was extreme for both of them, but they couldn't bear to stop. Fortunately, HEV intervened, injecting some viscous, cool substance into the host's aching anus.
"Holy shit," Barney exclaimed softly, "Isaac's a fucking genius."
And he thrust into his lover with all his might.
Gordon bit down hard on the palm he offered, but Barney didn't even flinch, continuing to move at exactly the same speed. The harsh life under the Combine had hardened him, so he was prepared for pain under any circumstances.
"Bite it, don't hold back," Barney cooed, thrusting his hips aggressively. Knowing he was about to burst into either curses or lustful moans, Gordon followed his advice. His jaw refused to unclench, the intoxicating taste of Calhoun's blood searing his senses. But the pain only spurred the Resistance leader on. Throwing all caution to the wind, he fucked Freeman hard, even roughly, his heavy breathing betraying his emotions.
Gordon was all for it. He longed to cum with Calhoun's cock inside him. And so that Barney feels good too.
When the pleasure becomes unbearable, Gordon bites Barney for the third and final time. He thrashes around on the mattress like an animal pinned to the wall, yet still showing signs of life.
"Fuck," Calhoun breathed, firing the finishing shot right after him.
Gordon pulled the bottom half of his suit back on and awkwardly walked to the bathroom, trying not to trip over anyone. When he returned, Barney was sleeping right on his bedding (and on a wet spot). "At least you remembered to put on pants," Gordon thought with annoyance. Dragging Calhoun's sleeping bag over to his lover, he lay down on his stomach, preparing to fall asleep.
"Hey," Barney said softly.
Gordon disappeared into his strong arms, like an aspen among mighty oaks.
"I love you."
Freeman didn't break the silence with a reply. But Barney felt his smile on the skin of his neck.
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