Work Text:
Pet names. Nicknames. Endearments. Cognomens. That sweet variety package of colorful names Higgs would chirp instead of using Sam's given. They were fine. Overused, sure, but a bickering reminder of his partner's undying, relentless love he held within the heart on his sleeve. Sam had his select few he'd occasionally let slip here and there when the setting called for them.
Higgs wished he'd call him something other than the cliche 'babe' or 'honey'. Though, he wasn't one to talk. Most of the ones he said were globally used. A universal list of lovey dovey titles that Sam lit up pink for, even still. So, Higgs called it a win albeit he wasn't being original.
The name calling in the bedroom was different. Same territory, other wordly coaxes. Higgs loved playing with the filthier handful. They would all make Sam tell him to shut up, face beet red when he's called such explicatives. But, there was one that he loathed and wouldn't want to admit got him going.
It bad been an early shift for Sam that morning. Higgs had roused from their shared bed if only to complain about the loss of body heat and the fact he wouldn't have Sam's chest to use as a pillow anymore. Early deliveries meant earlier arrivals unless the universe continued to beat Higgs and make Sam tardy because of urgent orders he would be unable to put off for another day. He could only deal with the lonely seclusion for so long until he got stressed and restless like some caged creature not fit to live behind iron bars.
The day was slow. The books of their slow growing library had been picked and read twice over already. After Higgs threw himself awake and tossed himself into the heat of a lukewarm shower, he did nothing but twiddle with his thumbs and wait. He had half a mind to not grab one of the boxes of gentle brown dye Sam kept stocked against the wall under their sink. Anything darker might not suit him. His complexion was pale. It'd make him look more sickly. He had tried to convince his partner to rock his natural whites when they started to sprout. Claimed he looked 'foxy'. Sam wouldn't budge.
Liquid liner found his hand when the clock hit mid-day and the repetitive tunes overhead got sickening. He played with different wings and shapes. The waterline of his eye ended up messily inked, corners smudged with the excessive repetition of scrubing and redoing. Higgs snorted at himself when he got a clear look at himself. He looked horrid. Black ink smudged around his eyelids in smeared blotches from failed attempts. Kind of reminded him of the runny mess Sam had left him in after a quick blow Higgs so kindly indulged him with, spit and tears and all.
A few minutes shy after he retired to the prestine couch neighboring their bed, the muffled sound of boots against metal resounded out the door. There was a shuffle and then the satisfying swish of their home's door sliding open. Sam stepped in, cap strapped backwards on his head, beloved sunglasses shielding his eyes. He was drenched in MULE blood but he seemed unscathed. Unbothered with the gory appearance and the mess he was dragging indoors.
Trying not to seem as excited as he felt, Higgs sat up from their bed. He swung his lanky legs over the edge, intrigued smirk ready to flash Sam when he acknowledged him. Sam didn't turn towards the living area until he shucked off his backpack and unstrapped his boots, toeing them to sit near the shutting door.
"Hey," greeted Sam, voice raspier than the norm.
Higgs felt himself shiver at the sound. He blamed it on his day full of nothing. "Hi. Long day?"
"Obviously." Sam swiped his hat, then his glasses from his apperal first. He placed the dirtied things into the bowels of their sink for a wash, already gravitating towards the shower as he unplucked the rest of his gear to start unzipping himself from his uniform.
"I reread that herbology book. Think you can love me some more and get us some new hardcovers?" He didn't read anything today but hearing that he reread something he's read a dozen times over might shove Sam into bringing something new home.
Sam let the top piece of his suit pool at his hips and Higgs blatantly stared at his back flesh move and ripple as he worked to undo his lower pieces. "Could if I got time to squeeze in tomorrow."
Tomorrow was his off day. The rare day of leisure they got to laze and screw around if the mood was right. Higgs shook his head even though Sam couldn't see it but Sam felt it.
He frowned, keeping himself quiet as Sam freed himself from his pieced suit, kicking it a ways away from the shower's perimeter. He stepped into the shower, rudely still not turning until the doors shut and fogged up around him, sound of the flick and pitter patter of water covering Higgs' hiss of disapproval.
When Higgs teased, he blatantly did so. When Sam teased, he swore he wasn't, and he did it subtly. It drove Higgs up the wall everytime, just like it did now. He listened to the muffled humming to the mellow tune playing in their home's built-in speaker before flopping back down into their bed in growing impatience.
He didn't even know what he was impatient about. He felt like a mutt walking in circles in it's cage, physically begging for a walk, some fresh air and the warmth of sunlight. The sun was an hour shy from setting. They could always step out for a bit but Sam looked beat. Higgs wanted him to have at least a sliver of energy so he could fuck him stupid later.
The playlist of limited tunes rewinded into a repeat it had been doing all day. The acoustic guitar strummed at the beginning of the first. Sam's favorite from the scroll of dozens. Admitted one late night that he used to play it for his daughter when she was still a toddler. Higgs hated the song. A nagging reminder of his regrets.
When the song came to an end, so did the sound of the gentle rush of water. Higgs was laid cat-like on his side facing the shower, fist holding his head up in continued wait. He watched the swish of the glass door open and out came Sam, in the nude, unabashed and dry. The blood was steamed clean off. Higgs kind of missed it.
"Were your cryin'?" Sam suddenly asked. He walked bare towards the side of their bed and dug out a change of clothes, all while Higgs oggled. He used to care about the constant staring but now he found himself missing it when it wasn't pestering.
Higgs furrowed his absent brows, eyes flickering away from Sam's ass. "No. You aren't that great to shed a tear over."
Sam huffed a sound that was barely a laugh. He slipped into sweats and a matching fit tank. "Then what's with the makeup?"
"Was just experimenting," answered Higgs as he rolled over onto his belly, stretched his stiffened limbs with a stiffled groan. "I'm gettin' cabin fever bein' pent up all day everyday."
"You know how it has to be now. And, I offered a day out at the start of the week and you refused," reminded Sam with a reprimanding finger point.
True. Higgs hadn't been in the mood for some fresh air then. It was one of those bad mental swings Sam had to ditch work just to stay home and helicopter for precaution. Ever since he stepped back into the land of the living, he found he craved the warmth of the sun now often than he used to.
"So? Let's take a walk now, then. 'Fore the sun sets." Standing in swift, Higgs reached for Sam's hand as he neared the bed. Sam frowned and let his hand be taken but he didn't budge when Higgs tried tugging him towards the door.
"My shoulders are killing me and I'm just...tired. Tomorrow, yeah?" Sam tried to sway him with a gentle squeeze of his hand, then he dropped it, turning to lay himself where Higgs had just a few seconds before, spot still warm.
Just when Higgs opened his mouth to retaliate against it, Sam threw his arms up and open, eyes closed in zen. His fingers wiggled a bit as if the disgustingly domestic scene wasn't enough to convince him. Higgs gravitated right over, frown morphing into a splitting grin Sam would have probably thought manic if his eyes were open.
Being the height he was, Sam almost always underestimated the weight distribution up until times like these. He grunted when Higgs flopped down onto his front. He nuzzled his head under his chin and Sam found himself having to crane his neck a bit awkwardly to get comfortable with the push.
Lanky arms slithered under and around his waist like a vice. Toned legs tangled and overlapped with his spread legs. Higgs nearly purred when he moaned in content once he settled his cheek to Sam's pec. The shell of his ear warmed at the strong beat of his partner's heart. And to think he ever wanted to hear it stop for good.
After everything that had transpired, before Sam took him into hiding in his hidden shelter nearing the border of Mexico, Higgs couldn't let himself be alone. Sam wouldn't say it but he saw how drained he got taking care of him during those difficult first months. He had returned to a softened, vulnerable shell of himself that barely remembered how to breathe. A lot of the 'human' things were manual for awhile, but Sam helped. He was always helping someone in and out of his job. Higgs almost pitied him. Definitely found him stupid to take him in, butter him up, say sweet things he was undeserving of.
Sam wasn't sleeping. He was resting his eyes, his aching muscles, so tender under Higgs weight. Thick fingers absentmindedly raked through dirty blonde roots, conditioned to soft perfection if you ignored the split ends and the starchy strands from over bleaching.
Higgs sighed, pleased at the attention. That was something he couldn't tire of. He leaned a bit into Sam's palm when his hand had stopped to just rest on his head like a weighted comfort. The silence was nice, now that the music was shut off, but Higgs needed to speak. He needed the cheap reminder that he was worth conversing with. As if the sex and the kisses and the confessions weren't enough.
"Sam," muttered Higgs against Sam's heart.
Sam gave his head a pat. Silently told him he's listening. Higgs smiled in return. "Relax. Feels like I'm layin' on the floor from how wound up you are." To confirm, his arms unlinked from around his middle so his hands could grope muscle in inspection. They firmly squeezed biceps, forearms, torso. When they reached Sam's thigh, Sam tensed, breath hitching audibly in his throat.
"Buncha knots here. Your shoulders too, right?" Sitting up so he was sitting in-between his legs, Higgs flashed a smile at a staring Sam, who wasn't buying his kind offer "If I wanted to have sex I would just ask."
Weak, but it was enough for Sam to roll his eyes and obey, sitting up when Higgs shuffled out from between his legs. He sat himself criss-cross near the edge of the bed, hands running over his bangs to brush them out of his face. He didn't question when Higgs had gotten the herbal-scented oil but it was being lathered once he coaxed Sam into shucking his tank top off. A bunch of oils to quote unquote help with his stress, anxiety. They never relaxed him but they smelled nice.
It was spread over both balls of his shoulders until it was slick enough for Higgs' thumbs to start mushing through the knots in smooth swipes. He squinted at the scars there. The reddening and the bruising from backpack straps that dug into soft flesh from the heft of overwhelming cargo. Sam grunted sweet sounds with every push of thumb. Higgs relished in it. He bit his lip to keep himself from teasing.
The knots disspersed after a few more do-overs. Leaning down, Higgs kissed the freckles at one shoulder out of impulse before patting Sam's other. He whistled, motioned to the bed for Sam to lay back on again. Sam stood, kicking his sweats back off with a suspicious glance to an eagerly waiting Higgs.
"Hm," hummed Sam as he crawled back into bed to lay on his front this time.
"Hm? " Hm" what?"
"Nothin'."
At this point in their relationship, they could each peel back one other's layers. Read one another's minds. Their hearts thrummed in sync. So, it was easy for Higgs to read past Sam's stoic poker face, even faced away.
The oil was lathered in soft brushes first. It's lavender scent was starting to stain the room. Higgs moved the hem of Sam's boxers just a bit higher before starting to carefully prod his thumbs around the thigh muscle. Check where the worst of the knots were. Sam would make a small noise at each poke but most of the tension was in the rectus.
Higgs focused on one thigh with both thumbs. They scraped smooth into the affected area, skin turning a pink blush from the attention. Sam hissed at the discomfort but he stayed put, didn't tense more than he already felt all around. The other thigh was about the same. It got a similar bombardment of massages and Sam made similar grunts into the mattress. He fisted the sheets until Higgs was pinching his hip.
He turned, face colored. Higgs gave him a nod. "Want me to do the front?"
"No," cut Sam in quickly.
Higgs narrowed his eyes, suddenly curious and all-knowing by the stretch of his lips, whites glinting under the bunkers white lights. He gasped for the theatrics, painted fingers slapping over his ovaled mouth in mock shock.
"Oh Sammy. Did I--" Higgs' eyes tracked away from Sam's frozen face down to his backside. "Did me touchin' you up getchu all hot n' bothered?"
Sam scoffed. He turned away, staying where he lay, body tensing all over again. "Don't be fuckin' weird 'bout it. Happens."
He bit back a cackle to keep feigning ignorance. Getting to play, when he could, always tended to be the only entertainment he got being cooped up indoors. Higgs lowered his hand back to his side. Sam felt him move away from behind him only to throw himself down to Sam's left. Sam wouldn't meet his eye, cheeks burning the longer Higgs gawked.
"Let me take care of you some more, baby," Higgs drawled in a husk tone full of intent. Intent he swore he wasn't aiming for. His fingers brushed Sam's shielding bangs, tucking most of the strands behind his steaming ear. "You work so hard. They don't deserve you." The hand that had been in his hair rested on Sam's shoulder, squeezing, nudging. "C'mon, Sammy."
Sam huffed through his nose, glaring at himself when he ignored his shame to start turning. Higgs wouldn't drop it. He'd end up turning him by force anyway. Tossing himself onto his back, the boxer briefs he adorned did nothing to hide his half mast. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he tucked his arms behind his head, chewing on his inner cheek in coy wait.
"Well. Lookatchu'," Higgs purred. "Where was this the first time I gave you a rub?"
Sam was too busy clenching his jaw to reply immediately. Higgs was scraping his clipped black nails across his thighs. Wisps of barely visible white leg hair made the rubs fuzzy. "I wasn't thinkin' of any...alternative motives," shrugged Sam.
Those same fingers slipped close to it's prize. They scraped teasing lines against his inner thigh and Sam shivered. Higgs smirked, poking just his lone pinky out to tease Sam's clothed dick. It twitched from the contact and Higgs made a low thrumming moan in his throat. He peered at Sam as he finally decided to wrap up the taunt to grope.
He could feel it growing into full hardness and it was making him clamp his own thighs closed. The heat was hot enough to make his palm clammy the harder he pressed. "A lie."
"Wasn't. I'm serious. I was asleep on my feet."
That night, early into their living arrangements when the bad start had ceased, Sam had stumbled back home looking like death. He tripped over his own two feet twice trying to make his way indoors, groaning about aches and the singular order he partook in that dragged him 30 kilometers out, carrying fragile cargo that should've blown up thrice on the way. He slumped into bed, still dressed and smelling of a days grime and sweat, but Higgs worked with it. He had hoped the late night would end with a slow, lazy fuck. Maybe a gross share of sloppy kisses full of lethargic presses. That didn't happen. Sam had knocked out right after the massage and Higgs ended up having to pleasure himself in a waste of a shower that Sam didn't rouse from.
Higgs didn't fight him on it. He simply pressed himself closer to Sam's side, cool body quick to warm up from his hot skin, and then his hand was breaking past the waistband to take him in his hold. Sam sighed, pleased by the touch alone. Higgs pressed his forehead to the side of Sam's face as he started to stroke. Slow but deliciously twisting in the upstrokes. He kept the urge to bury his face into Sam's exposed pit, if only to center the attention in one place.
The lewd, wet sound from Sam's foreskin mixing with his beading precum sliced through the silence, complimented by the little breaths and hitches Sam was letting go. Higgs felt that excited, coiled heat stir something hungry in his groin. He started to pant in sync with Sam, getting noisier when he pumped his fist quicker, sloppier.
"Fuck yeah, thats it. There you go," Higgs cooed. He pressed an open mouthed kiss to Sam's cheek, licking the shell of his ear when he felt Sam thrust up into his hand, and he let him indulge. He deserved it for working so hard, after all.
"Shit--" Sam wetly moaned. He moved his arms out from behind his head. One draped across Higgs' shouldlers while the other moved to tangle into the wrinkled sheets as brace.
Higgs had one leg wrapped around Sam's tensing thigh. He brazenly grinded his own arousal there, pretty lashes fluttering from the delicious friction. He quickened his fist and Sam's plush abdomen clenched in warning. Learned telltale signs that he was close.
He watched his angry pink tip weep and Higgs didn't know if he wanted him to come now in his fist or in his mouth. Both sounded good enough to stutter his jerks. Just as Sam started to catch wind of his slowing pace, Higgs fixed it.
He buried his nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling the building musk of sweat there, and then an impulse hit him like a truck. "Gonna cum for mommy, aren't you, sweetheart?"
He was already smirking wittingly when Sam thrusted up into his tightening hand. He choked on his moans, clearly thrown off, overwhelmed as Higgs roughly milked his dick dry. He had splattered across his gut, his heaving chest, and Higgs was quick to sink, lapping it up clean, hand still stroking slow.
Cock now flaccid and sensitive, Sam was hissing, tugging Higgs hand off. He let him, but then he was slithering lower to position himself on his stomach in between his thighs, replacing his swatted fist with his lips. He ignored Sam's gasp, the twitch in his hips when Higgs dove, taking in as much as he could down his velvety throat. There was something fulfilling about the thick heft of Sam on his tongue that Higgs craved and he relished in the dull leftover taste of his seed.
He was whimpering and it gave Higgs the cue to rise. He popped off his dick with a gasp, lips smiling as he watched Sam flop back down onto their bed, face red, hairs a humid mess around his head against the pillow like a halo. Giving an apologetic peck to his thigh, Higgs shuffled to situate himself back next to him, high off just the fact he made Sam feel so good.
Sam turned to him, still leveling his breathing. "The fuck was that?" He snapped suddenly, but there wasn't any bite, and his volume was mellow.
Higgs kept his eyes closed, hands folded over his stomach. "What?"
"Why'd you say that before I, y'know," muttered Sam and the embarrassment was clear. His sentence wavered into a whisper towards the end.
"Because I knew you'd like it, you sick fuck." Higgs chortled, shoulders jostling from the strength of it. "I call you daddy, occasionally. It's only fair if you returned the favor."
Sam cringed. "I hate it when you call me that." He turned, giving Higgs his back once his boxers were pulled up and he tucked himself away. "And I ain't callin' you that."
The room to retaliate was always there but Higgs was choking from Sam's awkward tension. He sighed aloud, swung his arm and leg around him. The lights dimmed, then, and Higgs kissed the bundle of curls tickling his nose from where if was pressed.
"Fine. We still goin' on that hike tomorrow?"
Sam sighed this turn. One of his hands rose, fingers wrapping around Higgs' near own that hung over his chest. "Mm. Don't wan' hear you complainin' about wakin' up early. Not gon' hear it."
The bunker muffled all sound from the outside unless the weather was furious and they were hit with a monsoon of timefall and boulder-sized hail. Those days were nice. The sound of the fierce rain against the hidden door, the barely audible howl of the mean winds slapping the timefall this way and that. If the pour wasn't so bad, Sam would indulge Higgs and sit with him at the entrance of their home to watch, listen.
Sam almost decided against getting up when he roused at the crack of dawn to the noise of rain. The strength of it slowed by the time he was hopping out of the shower and into his gear. He should have shook Higgs awake but he was soundly snoring, curling up in the spotted heat Sam left behind on the comforter.
The clank and shuffle of his gear jolted Higgs awake into a startle. He shot up, eyes wide and searching until they landed on Sam and his panicking chest slowed, eyes squeezing shut to get oriented. Sam watched him from beneath his sunglasses, tightening the buckle and strap of the holsters linked around his thighs, his arms.
"Mornin'. You hungry?"
Higgs groaned, already sinking back down into the bed, under the covers. "I change my mind. Come back to bed."
Sam stood when he finished tying his boot strings, stomping the heel to test their stability and snug fit. Higgs heard him marching over to the edge of their bed and then he felt his gloved fingertips brushing the hair from his face, exposing his side profile. Scunrched and annoyed.
He leaned down, planted a kiss so light to his cheekbone he almost missed it. "Meet'chu outside. Left you the last slice of leftover in the fridge. Eat somethin'. You'll need it."
The timefall fell in a gentle pet until it ceased completely. An alien scent from the chiralium mixed with the chilling atmosphere, sky dimmed from a blanket of grey clouds that didnt seem to want to break. Sam took his cap off only to flip it backwards. The swishing open of the door sounded just as he started to wonder what was taking Higgs so long.
Sam was already over, hands readjusting buckles and straps and Higgs hid his adored smile by yawning, covering his mouth with a hand. He heard a hum, a thinking one, before Sam was pulling the holster around his thighs skin tight with a tug.
Higgs squeaked, nearly biting clean through his lip. "Hey!"
"You fixed your liner. S'nice." His hands left his waist, ignoring the fuss. "Gotchur spare?"
Waving the spare mask in question, Sam grunted in satisfaction before turning, expecting Higgs to follow, and did. The holographic screen that kept their little Eden concealed flickered back to life when they walked far enough from the censors.
There was a moment of repose as Sam scanned the surrounding rocky hills. He knew the entire landscape like the back of his hand, but Higgs was quiet, obviously taking in the cool, fresh air, the crunch of the rocks under their boots. He glanced the opposite way of the common trail to squint at the other leading to the border. Red flashes of a buried past surfaced, then. The second the wave of nausea washed over his throat like acid, Sam was pulling him out of it with his gruff of a voice.
"How's the fit? Good?"
Higgs turned, blinked down at Sam to clear the rancid taste of bile and pizza on his palette. "Sorry, what?"
Sam pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so they perched at the tip. He narrowed his eyes down at Higgs' custom suit, eyeing crevices, checking if it was loose enough for the mobility it needed to be. Higgs was a big guy. Everything was too small for him.
"S'fine. We won't do too much. C'mon, 'fore the timefall gets us."
They hadn't been walking long enough to complain but Higgs already felt winded. He forgot how taxing traversing over jagged slopes and flats was. Porting days were so far behind him. There wasn't much of it he could remember. Only the bad stuff stuck, as it tended to.
He assumed they were growing near from the anchored rope hanging from the highest peak a few miles ahead. The tethered rope swayed in the wind and Higgs thought it looked like something was trying to greet them. Because of his staring, he almost tumbled over when the toe of his boot wedged itself inbetween a few rocks. Ones they had been clambering over for a stretch.
Higgs caught himself but Sam was there quick, strong hands steadying at his torso. He furrowed his brows in light concern. He let him go when Higgs shot him an eating glance.
"You uh," Sam started once they were back on track. He cleared his throat, flicking his glasses back over his eyes. "You okay?"
Sighing, Higgs kept his gaze down as he stepped over a difficult patch Sam swam right through a little ahead. "Fine."
"Hm."
The pout was apparent in his voice when Higgs spoke again. "I told you to cut that shit out. You know how it gets me thinkin' and I don't like thinkin' too much no more."
"Sorry," said Sam, sincerity heavy in his voice. "Habit."
"Jesus--"
"Excuse me?"
"I can't scale that," Higgs groaned. "I'll break a nail. Or my head. And I ain't gonna come' back from the Seam."
Sam hadn't realized they had reached the dangling rope already. He reached out, gloved fingers gripping the body tight. Testing it with a tug, he started to lift himself with ease, boots pressing against the side of the hill. Metal hooks attached to his shoes made it easier to dig into the unforgiving rock. Higgs watched him ascend. He glanced down at his own boots, sturdy but lacking hooks. It wasn't impossible. He used to scale hills and mountains bigger than this with lesser gear. Still, his stomach flipped, tangling in nervous knots as he took the rope in hand when Sam cleared it.
He watched him give a little wave from way up above and Higgs forced a smile in return before tightening his grasp, muttering something stupid under his breath to psyche himself into bearing his teeth and pulling up. Sam sat himself on the edge of the peak, legs dangling off the edge, hands in his lap. He watched Higgs struggle his way up, grinning in amusement when Higgs caught it and scowled.
"What's so funny?!" Higgs snapped. A whip of wind had the rope swaying with his body and Higgs felt his heart drop to his stomach. He was basically hugging the rope now, eyes closed tight, bracing through the wind until it could die off.
Sam popped a cryptobite into his mouth after digging one out of his yellow utility pouch. Around a mouthful, he called down with, "Quit tensin' up! You're goin' to burn yourself out 'fore you make it up here!"
Joints straining, muscles on fire from the strain, Higgs groaned in frustration and clambered up the rest of the way in sloppy fashion, if Sam's ever seen it. He had to let the other cryptobite be just to stand and heave Higgs the last few inches up. Higgs dapped his hand and nearly crushed Sam's fingers from the adrenaline-rushed choke.
Higgs crawled a safe ways away from the edge before turning to lay on his back in a splay of long limbs, panting, cheeks pink. Sam walked over, unintentionally casting a shadow over him. He knelt down, patting the side of his red face with light firmness, and Higgs tried not to pay attention to the warmth shooting straight to his groin.
"Higgs. You with me?" He gave his cheek a stronger tap, just shy from being a slap, and Higgs threw an annoyed bite towards his fleeting hand.
"Should've made you a widow," he huffed, pushing himself to sit up. "Don't miss this."
Sam sat next to him. He searched blind through his backpack, fishing out his canteen of water. He handed it to Higgs, who took it with a rude swipe. "We're not married."
Higgs just shrugged then drank his fill, handing the canteen back afterwards. "Joke."
Flask back in it's pocket, Sam was already handing Higgs a spare hairtie he dug from seemingly out of thin air when Higgs had started to fuss with his humid heap of hair, lifting it away from his sweating nape to give his covered skin some cool air. Taking it, he pulled his hair back into a high ponytail that sat right and out of the way. The rail, fluffed and mused, swayed in the increasing wind in a blur of dirty blonde.
Sam leaned back on the heels of his hands, man spreading for further comfortability. He leaned his head back but Higgs couldn't assess what he might be thinking, sunglasses still shielding his sensitive eyes. Instead of proding the weird silence, Higgs criss-crossed his legs, slinging his backpack off his shoulders to bring it to his lap.
The smell of chiralium was starting to thicken. Even if they left that instant they wouldn't be able to make it home without getting wet. The Polaroid camera emerged from the confines of the pack. Higgs carried it everywhere he went, which was never too far, and never often. Most of the polaroids decorating the fridge, the walls of their bunker, didn't involve Higgs. Only one included him and him alone. Sam had caught him off guard one night. He wasn't a heavy sleeper but that night had been different. It was the first he had ever felt safe and comfortable enough to get a full night's rest, and during it, Sam shyly confessed he thought Higgs looked good.
The photo was kept inbetween the wedges of one of Higgs' many books. Didn't feel right to hang it next to the others. Camera set, Higgs gently tapped Sam's knee. Sam stirred from his far away gaze, turning his head to give him his full attention. He eyed the camera but Higgs couldn't see it.
"Be honest. Do I look like shit right now?"
When Sam only raised a brow in question, Higgs huffed. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I wanna look good in our first photo. Is it always goin' to be pears and apples with you?"
"No," Sam said. "Just a stupid question."
"Uh-huh, yeah. Real charming." Higgs tucked himself to Sam's side. He rose the camera, finger over the button. He was too busy deciding if he should smile or not that Sam got fed up and took the camera instead. His pout couldn't even settle when Sam was taking the neck of his suit and pulling him over. Their lips met in a stiff kiss, and Higgs couldn't even react because then the shutter of the camera went off and Sam was moving away, handing the printed photo with nimble fingers.
Higgs, cheeks rising with color again, scoffed, picking the camera from Sam's lap. "You're burnin' that to hell if you made me look bad."
Sam responded with an impressed whistle, smirk curling his lips. The tune made Higgs' head snap away from his backpack, eyes wide and eager to catch a glimpse of the picture. "Good shit. Can I keep this?"
"No. I took it for me, myself, and I," denied Higgs. He picked the photo from Sam's loose fingers. "If you want, I can give you a personal shoot. Letchu' keep something a lil' foxier when you're out porting. Must get lonely without material."
"Tab it." He stood then, and Higgs definitely didn't need it, but he asked for a hand up. Lifting his dominant in tender expectation. Sam took his hand like it was made of porcelain, helping him onto his feet with a hearty tug.
They descended back down the anchored rope. Sam had to catch Higgs the last foot from the end of the rope. More of a catch and topple. The clouds rumbled in warning and, as quick as they tried to jog back home, they got caught in the acidic rain anyway. It's splashed down with ferocity. The wind had picked up, causing the droplets to mistify into blinding sprays.
By the time they made it to the bunker, past the hologram of tar and BT's, they were both drenched from head to toe in chiralium packed water. Higgs was used to the smell but it didn't mean he liked it. They set their gear out to dry under the safety of the roof. Soaked uniforms were discarded in a slick heap next to anchored boots and empty packs.
The bunker itself had routinely warmed itself because of the chill leaking down the flight of stairs outdoors. The door opened with a comforting swish, heat enveloping shivering limbs through thick socks and thinner underlayers. Higgs was near the shower already, shoving off what layers he was left in. Just wallowing in the remnants of the rain made his skin crawl and his lungs constrict. Like his skin didn't fit right.
Without needing to be told, Sam followed suit. He shucked off his clothes, only placing his sunglasses and his cap where they were usually tucked away. At the sink neighboring the tight bathroom.
The shower flicked on. The water was quick to warm up, fogged glass steaming quick. Higgs lavished himself in the all-cleansing water. Tilting his head back under the spray to get his thin hair soaked first. The tension lining his shoulders melted away with the invisible traces of chiralium air. He was lifting his arms to start scrubbing his body when Sam flung the door open and pushed himself inside.
He patiently waited for his turn as Higgs rubbed himself down. There was a point in his cleansing that made Sam nudge him away and out from under the downpour, unphased by his partner's shitty attempt to flirt. The try itself wasn't bad. Higgs was really good at baiting but Sam was even better at ignoring it was his imbedded nonchalance. The times that Sam would give him the time of day to indulge him in his play were fun days. The fact they rarely happened made the success that much more fulfilling.
Higgs didn't bother trying to sway him again. He let Sam scrub his body clean, only stopping his working hands when they got to his scalp. He rinsed his waves of hair, blunt nails scraping off whatever dirt that blew into his locks. Sam let him. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back under the spray in content. He'd fall asleep standing if Higgs let would let him.
The timer on the showers invisible system clicked and the water was cut off dead. Sam stepped out first, Higgs at his heels. They dried off and dressed in lounge clothes, conversing about their limited options for dinner until Higgs was being forced to look up from the book in his lap. Sam had a hand under his scruffy chin. In the other, he held a makeup wipe.
"You forgot to wipe it off 'fore the shower." He cleaned each lid. Higgs glowed at the attention, leaning into Sam's palm when his hand moved from his chin to cup his face instead. The wipe carefully cleaned the inner corners of his eyes and where the liner dribbled down to the start of his cheekbones.
"You're sweet when you wanna be. I prefer you like this," Higgs chirped as Sam let him go.
Sam walked away to the kichen. He tossed the used wipe away before opening the decorated fridge, a cool can of tea finding each of his hands. He closed the door with a nudge of his bare foot. "I'm always sweet."
The tea was handed over unprompted as Sam threw himself on the other end of the sofa. Higgs took it, cracking it open with the tin tab. He hovered his nose close to the opening by the lip, quietly sniffing the sweet herbal scent. "Bullshit."
"Bein' sweet don't mean spoilin'. If I did that, it'd get to your head."
Higgs almost choked on his sip of tea as he held in his laugh. He swallowed. "Sweet people are kind. That's-- that ain't what you're doin' right now, sweetheart. But me, I'm sweet."
Sam snorted. He took a large swig of his own can. "Oh really?"
"Tooth-achingly," quipped Higgs with a winning smile. "I spoil you lots because you deserve it."
Sighing, Sam fixed himself in his corner. Leaning back, he continued to spread his legs wide open for further comfortability, one foot kicked over his bent knee. He uttered something inaudible against his can as he took another large gulp of drink.
Higgs had enough self control not to crawl right over to sit himself on Sam's inviting lap. He mentally swore he knew he was doing it on purpose. "Use your big boy voice, Sammy. Didn't quite catch that."
He tucked the can of tea between his legs, finger tapping the side in an offbeat, like he was thinking if he should repeat himself or making something up. He caught Higgs' eye when he turned his head to face him.
"Want me to spoil you? That what'chu want?" Sam asked again, an underlying implication in his tone. Higgs caught it quick. That familiar drop in octave and booming rumble in his barely-there drawl.
Higgs took a final drink from his can before setting it down on the low-top table in front of the sofa, completely ignoring the conveniently placed coaster. He saw Sam's brief flash of annoyance but he ignored it to go on with his show. Both of his legs dropped from their bent position against his chest. They laid flat ahead of him, long enough for the curves of his feet to just about brush Sam's still spread thigh.
"You mean it?" Higgs innocently voiced with wide, hopeful eyes that comically glistened under the white lights of the bunker. "You'll give me what I want? Anythin'?"
Sam clenched his jaw as if he was regretting the entire thing already. But it couldn't hurt to give Higgs the reigns this once. Sam ran a hand over his mouth out of nervous habit, and when he nodded, Higgs was up and moving. He mischievously laughed the whole crawl over, pupils blown wide. Sam was unmoving but his heart was jackrabbit-ing in his chest, leg bobbing up and down. Higgs could be an unpredictable storm Sam himself sometimes wasn't prepared for. And it was even just in the bedroom.
"There's such a thing as bein' too sweet, Sam." Now in his bubble, Higgs snaked a hand down the splay of Sam's spread thigh all while he kept his eyes on his lips, their breath intermingling in the gap. His hand skimmed his crotch to instead pick up the can in a weak grab, index and thumb levitating the tin. Sam looked away from Higgs to look down just as he tilted the can and let the rest spill onto his lap, the sofa.
Higgs dramatically gasped. He leaned back to sit on his haunches, empty can clattering to the floor. "Oh! How clumsy of me!"
Whatever trance Sam was in immediately broke. He cursed under his breath, glaring down at his soaked lap in distaste. His glare lifted to stare down Higgs who was grinning and ignoring his bothered grumbles.
"Here," started Higgs as he slipped off the sofa and in between Sam's spread legs, on his knees. "Let me help you out of these--"
"--you wet the couch. It's gon' stain," sulked Sam. He ignored Higgs' hands as they rubbed over his thighs. Muttering about how difficult it'd be to deliver a new sofa.
Higgs scoffed, hands freezing in their pets. "You're spoilin' this."
"Thought that's what'chu wanted."
Another rare occurrence. The backtalk only present during bad days full of ignorance and loophole arguments. Higgs scowled up at him, patience on it's precipice. One of his hands moved up his thigh to grope Sam's soft dick through his sweats. Fine, until he was gripping him too hard and Sam grunted a pained hiss through tightly shut lips.
"Okay, smartass. Keep at it. See where it gets you," Higgs snapped, hand loosening pitifully. He rubbed Sam through the fabric in gentler, coaxing strokes of his hot palm. "Are you gon' play nice or am I gon' hafta finish all on my lil' lonesome."
Sam leaned back into his corner, hanging his head off the edge of the sofa in silent compliance. A promise was a promise. He already felt bad keeping him locked up like some animal. "Don't push it. I'm not the one that cries 'bout it later."
Higgs squeaked in pleased excitement. "Oh goody! You're the best, Sam." The hand petting Sam's stirring mast left to abuse the tied string holding up the loose sweats. Sam lifted his hips and Higgs grabbed the hem, pulling and shoving them down to his ankles where they bunched in a comfortable enough pillow for Higgs to use for his knees.
Knees on the fabric, blushing caps sighing from the relief away from the hard floor, Higgs hummed in thanks after seeing the lack of briefs. He watched Sam shift his hips a bit in starting agitation, eyes trained on Higgs' face the closer he got to his rousing dick. Lips ghosted over the foreskin of his shaft, teasing. They littered kitten kisses from the seam of his ball sack up, and up, until they wrapped around his tip, fingers gently rolling the excess layer of skin back.
For a split second, Sam thought he felt the suckers of a memorized tongue of tar, but then there was the moist heat and peak of pink lavishing his slit, and his shoulders relaxed some. Higgs rose a non present brow at the moment of tension but his mouth was full and he was getting impatient, too. He relaxed his jaw, tongue slipping under Sam's cock, his eyelids fluttered closed, pretty lashes sitting against his coloring cheeks.
Sam was big. Thicker in width, average in length. Not too much to take. He stretched and reached all the right places Higgs' fingers never could have done themselves. Flashes of frustrated, desperate lonely nights in his shitty bunker flickered in his mind. None of his imaginative scenarios compared to the real thing. He sunk all the way down, throat relaxed and prepped for the intrusion.
When he rose, cheeks suctioning for that extra squeeze, his eyes opened, and he kept them that way as he rhythmically ducked in each tight-lipped downstroke. The hand that wasn't twisting the base of Sam's dick had slipped form its brace on his thigh to cup and fondle his balls, dripping spit running down in a sticky mess of drool across the stretchy skin.
A large tatted hand tangled into Higgs semi-dried hair. Sam fisted it against his scalp, tugging and pushing at his roots in a delicious, spurring sting. Higgs moaned around him, his own legs moving to spread themselves out from under him in some sort of bent knee half split. He popped off of his cock, now fully erect and weeping against the side of his face where it was resting. Higgs could feel him pulsing against his cheek.
He reached down, fingers breaking past his own waistband to dip into his dripping cunt. He had been wet since Sam handed him the chiral tea, and he'd been patient and good enough to wait for Sam's green light. Slick fingers rubbed in slow circles over his hard cock for that pleasurable friction he had been denying himself since last night. The hand in his hair loosened, combing out the tangles that had formed.
"You never let me ride you," muttered Higgs, exaggerated pout lacing his utter. "Lemme ride you today, cowboy. I'll give you a good show."
A shiver ran through Higgs as that same hand in his hair sunk to his chiralium tatted chest, tracing scars before his fingers tweaked a hardened pink nipple. Higgs sharply inhaled, back arching off instinct. Laughing, completely aroused in his exhale, his fingers stuttered in their rubs against his clit, attention completely on Sam's twist and flicks, other hand occupying itself with his second pec. He pushed his chest into each rough twist. Sam's dick twitched against his face the noisier he got with his whines, breath panting against his angry head, cracking in between pitches.
"Mm, dunno. Was itchin' for somethin' else." Sam rubbed each nipple in soothing swipes, eyes flickering in thought across Higgs' twisted face.
"Quit bein' a tease. Shit ain't sweet. I'm makin' a mess of the floor. Hurry up 'fore I change my mind."
Sam chuckled knowing that would never happen. Not when he was this wound up and far in. He's never met someone so selfish but selfless all in one. Higgs was a lot but he's dealt with him at his worst. Compared to those dozens instances, death and near-death, this was nothing.
"Fine. Up." And Higgs was rising eagerly, immediately stradling his lap, knees tight at his sides. His hand blindly reached behind himself to line Sam up. The tip kissed his slick cunt, keeping it in place when he let the base go, hand falling even further back to plant itself onto Sam's steady knee. The other shot forward onto his shoulder for balance.
"Where d'you wanna finish? Face, again?" Higgs asked in his slow, moored descent onto his partner's cock. The feeling of being stretched open with nothing but ease and practice never got repetitively old. Higgs would always close his eyes to memorize each inch, the treasured slide, and the lodge of being stuffed to the brim. Sam would always give him the moment when he bottomed out, stilling to allow Higgs that savor. He got a kick out of it too. He'd feel Higgs hold him tight, feel him throb all around him, body speaking when words wouldn't cut it.
Sam shook his head, then verbally said so when he noticed Higgs was still reveling, now that he had him fully sheathed. "Nah. I'm the one that's supposed to be spoilin' you."
Higgs opened an eye, smirking, then he opened the other with a deep breath, abdomen clenching reflexively. The squeeze made Sam tense, hands at HIggs' hips almost firm enough to bruise. "Then be a good boy n' fill me up good, yeah?"
"Don't start with that shit," bashfully said Sam, face clearly on fire. He broke their searing eye contact if only to look down between their connected bodies. At the way he stretched Higgs so prettily, wet starting to smear against his crotch.
"You like em'," he replied with a roll of his eyes, lashes fluttering from the force. Higgs started to rise, obscene squelch sounding as plopped back down. He's waited so long for this that he could never take his time and have the patience to take their sex slow. The lack of discipline was embarrassing everytime, especially when Sam berated him for his neediness post coitus.
When Sam didn't answer, Higgs continued through strained noises. Sam didn't like that. He liked it when he was loud, not talkative. "C'mon, daddy. Admit it. Callin' you what'chu is makes you all hot n' bothered." The hands at his hips helped with the set rhythm, but Higgs already wanted more. He always wanted to take every bit that Sam kept in check and he always seemed to milk it out of him, eventually.
Sam only failed to stifle a groan, eyes burning straight through Higgs' moving stomach. One of his hands left his hip to land over his lean abdomen, gold equation tickling his finger tips from where they sat. Then, Sam was pressing hard, and Higgs was wailing, thighs quivering, core clenching as he neared his first orgasm.
From the push on his gut, Sam was making him feel even more. How deep he was fucking him, the replayed pounding of his tip against his cervix just intensified the harder he kept pushing down. He started to buck his hips up in time of each fall, the muffled echo of their skin humidly smacking in sync reverberated against the metal walls.
Whatever Higgs wanted to continue teasing with fell dead in his throat. The hand on Sam's shoulder gripped, nails just scraping skin behind it, where barely healing bruises from overly heavy cargo had dug into the muscle. Sam heard Higgs telltale whimper and he moved his hand back to grip his hip again, Higgs' bouncing starting their stutter. His thighs were spreading just enough for his feet to prop firmer against the floor, hips bucking up with swifter, honing speed, just to get Higgs where he was teetering.
His pace slowed when he felt Higgs shiver through his first, but he didn't stop. Sam bit his lower lip, feeling that toe-curling slippery clench and unclench around his dick. Higgs murmured a string of profanity to himself, repositioning his hands so they now held the back of Sam's sweaty neck, some curls snatching under clammy digits.
Eyes closed, Higgs hadn't noticed Sam's hand leave his hip yet again. It cupped the side of his face that was leaned over to one side, thumb prodding at his mouth for an opening. Higgs opened an eye, his mouth, heavy lidded and widely compliant all together. His thumb dipped into his mouth, pad tracing the crooked row below before it was delving deeper, pressing and gathering spit. Higgs gagged when Sam pushed his thumb a bit further, finger prodding his uvula, waterline drenching with a sting. He wrapped his lips around his knuckle, covering the rest with his drool until Sam was satisfied enough to leave him be.
He gave Higgs' cheek an appreciative pat—like up on that cliff—and then his hand dropped between their gently rocking bodies. That same soaked thumb pressed to his hardened clit and he only needed to give him a few gentle rubs before Higgs was coming for the second time, quieter and shorter but still blinding enough for him to seize up.
"You doin' okay?" Higgs was able to properly catch his breath now that Sam stopped, letting him sit impaled in peace. He nodded, hand leaving Sam's nape to run through his frazzled hair. Layered bangs had stuck to his harmed forehead, skin gross with building sweat.
"Peachy. Why?"
Sam shrugged. His hands started to guide Higgs' hips to start in a smearing roll, keeping him where he was sat. Higgs whimpered, head lolling back from the oversensitivity that was his own cock. It rubbed against Sam's thick trail of pubic hair, leaving cum and slick smeared there. His hands found new brace against Sam's soft pecs.
"Nothin'. You went quiet. Just makin' sure."
"Then make me get loud," Higgs retaliated dumbly, like it was obvious enough. "And hey. Did the hike kill your joints?"
Sam furrowed his brows in slight all while focusing on matching the curve of his meeting grinds to meet Higgs' gently heating sleeks. "No."
Higgs purred at a particular sweep of their hips that had his belly flipping and his spine shivering, cock an angry pink from the overindulgence. For some reason, the orgasms he'd ride out were always stronger than the first. Possibly because his body was completely loosened, sensitive. Mind and feel in a loophole of consuming pleasure only intimacy could satisfy. He needed be fucked stupid. The only entertainment Sam gave him if he wasn't pestering him when he was home.
"You sure age isn't catchin' up to you?"
Sam just shook his head, wanting the quiet and the moans and the cries to be the only thing occupying his ears right now. He didn't want to give Higgs the chance to quip something that would inevitably spur him on to the point he wouldn't be able to hide the fact. Higgs wouldn't let it go, just like he hadn't let go of the fact he liked being called daddy, when the occasion called for it. Not that he caved and gave him verbal confirmation. Higgs had been sobbing the petname almost every chance he could get when they were fucking. Sam slipped up just once. The deliriously concerning grin that graced his partner's lips that mortifying night had been shameful enough for Sam to go cold turkey for an entire month.
"Are you gon' talk the whole time we do this?"
Higgs frowned. "Don't be mean, now--"
"--I prefer you face down for a reason."
"Seriously?" He choked on his shocked giggle. The imagery that flashed in his mind had his grinding hips stuttering in coy.
"What'd'you think it was?"
"Had my money on that maybe you didn't like my face all that much." Sam rose his brows both, own motion ceasing completely. He smiled small but it still made Higgs sputter, heart threatening to pop in his boiling chest cavity. He was too busy oggling the peak of Sam's canines and curve curve of where his beauty mark rose to brace for the his response.
"You're a fuckin' idiot, Pete, y'know that?"
Higgs ended up awkwardly unresponsive if you didn't count his nonsense noises of his efforts to answer as a response. Smile falling, Sam reached out and pinched his free reign nipple, still a bright red from the earlier twists. It was enough. Higgs hissed, arms instinctively rising to cover his chest, hands shielding his pecks.
"Don't like it when you call me by that name," Higgs huffed, nostrils flaring. He started to rise off of Sam's lap, moan jerking to a pause in his throat when he felt himself uncomfortably go empty. Sam didn't stop him. He expected Higgs to drag him someplace else, and he did. He took his hand and Sam let him drag him over to their bed that was only a little ways from the stained sofa. The cushion was soaked with tea and a light layer of bodily fluids. Sam cringed. They'd have to burn the whole thing later.
"I don't like it when you call me lotsa things," Sam voiced on his way.
"You know that's different for a billion reasons."
There was a smile on his lips again and as much as Higgs liked seeing it this soon, he knew it was there just to tease. He turned before Sam could keep poking him and crawled onto the mattress, tossing himself onto his back. The lack of strain was good. Let him stretch his overworked muscles. Hiking and then immediately bouncing on someone's lap for several minutes did things to your spine.
"You're a bad liar." Sam was back inbetween Higgs' legs and he wasted no time in grabbing below his knees and hitching his calves onto his blushing shoulders. Higgs let himself get manhandled, ignoring the aroused flip his gut did, a fresh wave of slick coating his cunt. He trained his face to look upset, eyes avoidant even as Sam took his cock and softly pressed it's fat head to his hole. It betrayed him. Visibly pulsing, trying to latch onto his dick to suckle him back inside.
"Now you're the one talkin' lots," Higgs grumbled. He took the extra pillow by his head and shoved it under his lower back. Sam helped him adjust it.
"Peter," starts Sam carefully. He drew out his name and it's sounded grating for a second.
"Shut the fuck up--"
"--relax. Still want me to spoil you, no?"
"I want'chu to shut up and do a number on me without sayin' stupid shit." Reaching over, Higgs took the base of Sam's cock, grip purposely bruising tight, guiding him in to breach. Sam gave him a praising grunt, letting his hips gently rock the rest of the way in. He grabbed the back of Higgs' knees once more to shove his legs down and off his shoulders, pushing until his knees were bent by his ears. Higgs all but whimpered at the cool exposure.
"I think," Sam went on, letting his legs go to lean straight back. Higgs held his legs in place, black nails digging into the crease. "I think you should let me call you what I like most."
Higgs was shaking his head even as Sam started to thrust, setting a gentle pace to start. He tsked, letting one leg go so his foot could jabbed Sam's armpit. Sam stopped, slightly glaring as he waited for his complaint.
The same foot at his pit rose to annoy Sam's cheek, painted toe poking his inner lip, his stache. "If I wanted you to make love to me, callin' me by my real name and whatever the hell you're tryin' to do, I wouldn't have thought of doin' this today."
Sam blinked, unphased from his foot still bothering his cheek. "Your point?"
Higgs scowled. "Point is I'm gettin' real ticked off at the fact you ain't screwin' my brains out like the proper lover you're supposed to be. C'mon! Do I gotta beg you to pick up the pace a lil'?"
A laugh. "Could've just asked, drama queen." Sam turned so his nose rubbed at the ball of Higgs foot. He nosed the curve, eyes closed. Higgs watched him with his heart drumming in his ears, irritation quickly dissipating as fast as it had roared to life. His toes were twitching, curling in on themselves as Sam ran his tongue across his curve, lips wrapping around a toe. His hips had started to rock as he continued to lavish Higgs foot, and Higgs couldn't concentrate on both things simultaneously.
They equally rushed an uneven wave of pleasure into his lit gut, tickling a garbled moan out of his drying throat he couldn't hold back if he wanted to. He moved his foot from Sam's lips, bringing his leg back to near his ear. Sam flashed him a slight frown and Higgs had to laugh, jolting stomach mistakingly making himself tighten around his pumping dick.
Sam got over the loss. He settled his hands onto the back of Higgs' thighs, eyes trained down between their joined bodies, and Higgs watched that shadow of adoring concentration settle over his brow bone under his sweeping bangs. With a slight shift closer, Sam started to spoil him, doing him like he rudely asked.
There was that extra snap and immensity to Sam's brisk grinds when he honed his focus that made Higgs feel like he had his cursed gift back. The exhilaration,— delectation—would zip to the tips of his fingers and toes, skin crackling, on fire, brain just a cloud of drunken, gorged power. It sounded stupidly dramatic but when was Higgs not?
Stars bursted behind Higgs' eyes as his third orgasm wracked through his tired frame. He let his legs go, ankles locking behind Sam's backside, yet to come down frome riding his high whilst wanting the next immediately after. Sam read him loud and clear. His calloused palm clapped over Higgs' gaping mouth as he leaned himself over, delving his cock that much deeper. Right on queue, Higgs shouted into his muffling hand, nostrils flaring, lungs desperate for needed air.
His hands quievered as they snaked down his scarred front. One settled over his stomach to selfishly feel the minor bulge in his sunken stomach from Sam's heaping cock, the other lowering to encircle his own, bud too sensitive to touch just yet. The comforter under his as starting to soak through from the overflow of wet. The idea, for some unknown reason, made Higgs start to each his fourth quicker than he would've liked.
"F-fuck hold on," gasped Higgs. Goosebumps trailer across his skin, ears pricking at the drenched sound between his legs. The hand on his stomach rose to brace against Sam's collarbone but there was barely any strength to his nudge.
Sam gave him a displeased grunt. He dug his fingers into Higgs' blushing meat, ignoring the next failed nudge. He craned his neck down as he hovered closer, hips picking up speed again after they had slowed to readjust position. His lips brushed across Higgs' cheekbone, puffs of heated breath blowing over flushed cheek.
"You're doin' real good," Sam praised. His voice was doing that crackling thing Higgs loved so much. Hands left thighs, one finding Higgs' throat. "Gimme another. Fuckin' love feelin' you cum 'round me."
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Higgs was already in the process of reaching his fourth just by the praise itself. The hand around his neck, the drawl, the ask. All elements by themselves that would have him reeling any other day on their own. Sam groaned as he felt Higgs flex through his next, hand pressing down on his windpipe accordingly.
The air that he was gasping in through his bliss was cut short. Higgs choked around the lack of oxygen, making the orgasm itself all the much more rousing and lasting. He could briefly hear Sam's chuckle through the light ringing in his ears, exhale of breath fanning his sweat slickened face.
"Atta boy." Higgs loudly whimpered at that, eyes forcing themselves open. Sam let his throat go and the missed air came rushing back into his desperate lungs in gulps. For the first time that day, Higgs was tugging Sam down into a kiss. It was sloppy and desperate as their sex was. A mess of teeth and spit and eating lips that left them both winded.
"One more," panted Sam. "Just one and I'll give it to you."
Higgs, breath intermingling with how close their faces still were, caught his eye with renewed vigor. That sly grin stretched across his face, pushing the corners of his blues to squint. "Yeah? Wanna fuck me full of it?"
Sam coyly nodded, averting his eyes like he wasn't piping him down. Higgs ran a hand through Sam's messy hair, affectionately petting until he brought his attention back up to him. "Hm?"
"I do. I do," muttered Sam. His cheeks beamed beet red. Impulsively, Higgs leaned forward to lick a stripe over the color in his cheeks, taste buds coating in salty sweat.
"Might knock me up for real this time. I'm feelin' lucky." Sam rose off of Higgs' front to plant his hands by his head, making sure not to accidentally catch dirty blonde strands of hair under his sturdy fists.
The pace he had fucked the other orgasms out of Higgs' was back in play but sloppier this round. Sam was close and he was getting impatient with his rhythm. Higgs wrapped his arms around his neck, mumbling dirty coax and praise even as he felt himself getting close, too. His walls were sore but clenched in full strength every slick pump, cervix abused and drained.
Sam heard the hiccup in Higgs' speech and followed moan. He kept the tempo steady even as Higgs dug his nails into his shoulder blades and begged him for a pick up. Higgs cried and flailed through his finale the same either way, tears breaking past his stinging waterline when Sam continued through with his fever. His cock begged for a breather, each thrust making it weep overstimulation.
When Sam came Higgs almost did so too. He focused on the hot spray of thick spunk pumping into his cervix, dead uterus taking it in suite. He felt Sam bury himself as deep as he could push himself as he pulsed through. His balls pulsed against Higgs' ass, emptying themselves, cunt mliking and keeping him in until the grip became overwhelmingly too much and even pulling out stung.
He flopped next to Higgs. They both laid there for a moment, catching their breaths. The bunker was humid with the smell of sex, no doubt the taste. Higgs was the first to move. He rose to sit up. He watched as Sam's seed leaked free from his loose hole, seeping into the already wet and ruined sheets.
Sam brushed his hip and Higgs turned, taking the convenient rag they kept at their bedside, always. He cleaned himself, handing it back to Sam who in turn did the same. The rag was tossed to the heap of piling dirty clothes at the foot of the bed.
Higgs was tugged back down to the bed. Sam enveloped him into a bruising bear hug, nose and lips nuzzling into his scalp. Higgs snickered, wrapping his lanky limbs around him like a leech to joyfully return the favor, ignoring the gross feel of drying semen and sticky sweat.