#instead my mental issues are like. a knotted ball of string. you pull on one issue

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dawg I just had the craziest realization about myself THERAPY IS WORKING!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

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Charlie Foxtrot: Part 4/7

More sexual content, things start to get rocky. 

Shout out to @hoodoo12, points to anyone who can spot the nod to her Bar at The End of the Universe series! :D

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It was Tailor that initiated their next meeting. Third mistake?

After a meeting with the Council that'd taken up way too much of his time and patience, he was annoyed and tense and was looking for something, anything to relieve that. That's how he found himself face down, ass up on Rick's bed. He'd been lucky enough to catch him when he was home alone, his roommate (another SEAL team Rick) had gone out to a bar, and apparently a certain barlady would likely keep him occupied for the night.

Rick had still locked the bedroom door, of course. The bedsheets certainly smelled lived in, and tailor turned his head to the side for a more pleasant breathing experience while Rick kneeled behind him, rubbing his hard-on against his ass. They were both still fully clothed, but had organically made their way into this position.

“You've caught me in the right mood. Do you have that lube laying around?” Tailor asked.

Rick moaned at the words then moved away for a few moments. Tailor didn't see where from but the lube was retrieved and tossed onto the bed.

“I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing back here,” Rick said hesitantly, but it didn't stop his hands from stroking over his ass like it was the most natural thing in the world. It also didn't stop him pulling Tailor's pants down, exposing his ass.

“Well you have the right idea so far,” Tailor snorted. “You’ve done this with a woman before, yes?”

“Anal? Sure.”

“Well just do what you did then. Just- just let me get undressed. I don't want to leave here with spunk up the front of my shirt like last time.”

He pushed himself upright, his back met Rick's chest and he felt his jacket being removed from him. He sighed softly as Rick undressed him, his hands roaming his body as new inches of it were exposed. It was the first time he'd been naked in front of him and he made sure to get a good look when Rick pulled off his own shirt. Christ, he looked good; so much muscle tone you could play his abs like a xylophone. He was a little hairier than Tailor would usually go for, but he wasn't complaining at all.

Once they were both nude, Rick guided Tailor back down, his chest to the mattress with his ass in the air. It took his breath away when Tailor felt a tongue at his asshole, stroking and massaging the puckered opening, sending shots of pleasure right to his cock. He was not expecting that; though he supposed that was what he did to the women he slept with. Or at least the lucky ones. His cock throbbed and hardened fully, and he took it in his hand to stroke himself while Rick continued to use his tongue on him. It was over all to soon and Rick pulled away, reaching for the bottle of lube.

“I-I-I'm gonna finger you,” he told Tailor, pouring some lube out onto his fingers before stroking them over Tailor's entrance. He fucked him open with his fingers slowly, making Tailor pant and fidget on the bed, stroking himself quicker, though he soon had to stop in fear of cumming.

“Fuck me,” Tailor breathed, his hand tightening in the bed sheets. Rick didn't need asking twice, immediately withdrawing his fingers to lube up his cock. Tailor could feel himself getting impatient, needy, dangerously close to begging, he bit down on his tongue and hummed quietly into the bedsheets.

“You ready, baby?” The pet name infuriated him but he didn't say a word.

“Yes! Just do it,” he hissed. He choked out a gasp as Rick pushed in quickly, stretching him open and filling him up in a jerky thrust.

“Shit, s-sorry,” he whispered, gripping onto Tailor's waist while he gathered himself.

“Please!” Tailor whined, mentally kicking himself in the balls for doing so. His next words were a little more dignified. “Don't piss about going slow, just give it to me.”

“Fuck. O-okay.”

Rick's breaths were shaky, and so were his hands where they held the other man tightly. He started moving, it was like he'd forgotten how to have sex and his hips weren't doing exactly what he told them to, but he bit down on his bottom lip and got a grip. After a while he found his rhythm, pounding into Tailor at a quick pace; he got a thrill out of hearing him moan and gasp. He wasn't as vocal as most of the women he'd been with so it made it all the more rewarding when he got the angle just right and he cried out, cursing through gritted teeth.

The ass in front of him was round and soft, he couldn't help grabbing onto it and squeezing, parting the cheeks so he could watch his cock slipping in and out. A string of profanities left him and he sped up, his thrusts becoming rougher until he could hear a clapping sound. But it felt too distant, too impersonal. He couldn't see Tailor's face at all and he didn't like that. He paused for just a moment and pushed Tailor's hips down so he was laying flat on his front; then he lowered himself down over him, holding most of his weight with his arms but putting their bodies flush together. Tailor was panting, he lifted his head from the mattress and craned his neck to try and look behind him. Resting his chin on Tailor's shoulder, Rick began rolling his hips again, fucking him right into the mattress now that he could see his face better. Tailor's cock rubbed up against the bed now, dampening the sheets with precum and pulling louder sounds from him. He was getting close.

Tailor bent his legs, hooking them around the back of Rick's calf's so they were even more intimately entwined. Mistake number four. Rick groaned into his ear and began planting sloppy kisses on his shoulder, whispering unintelligible things but Tailor could make out the odd word. Pet names, mostly. Sweet things. It stopped him from cumming, and when Rick reached his peak and finished deep inside him, Tailor was quick to get dressed and make an excuse to leave with his unspent cock. It raised a few questions, but Rick was nothing if not a smooth talker and got out of there feeling more frustrated than he'd gone in. He had an unsatisfactory wank when he got home, then threw himself into his work.

-

He should not have had that last drink. He was full of mistakes these days, Tailor. But Rick had turned up at his studio when he was already feeling buzzed; he'd stopped working a while ago and was now just sticking around so he wouldn't have to go home and see his family. Not that he hated the family, he just had to be in the right mood to see them; and that night it wasn't one of those moods. He knew who it'd be when there was a knock on the door but let him in anyway, they ended up having a few drinks together. Tailor instructed him on how to suck cock that evening, sitting down on the same chair he'd been sitting on when he'd sucked Rick off the other week. But Rick was on his knees, he looked good like that, and even better with cum on his face.

When Tailor eventually went home that night he was two loads lighter and his ass was a little sore. He also had a horrible, sickly knot in his stomach that didn't go away until he was asleep.

-

When had they exchanged phone numbers again? Probably when Tailor was drunk. But his chest felt tight every time his phone went off now and not in a good way. It was constant. At first it had been about sex, Rick would send him pictures of himself and sure, Tailor liked it for a while. But then he'd text about random things, asking him how his day was, what suit he was working on, when they were going to see eachother next and if he wanted to come over right now. Not to have a quickie, but to have dinner because Rick was making pot roast.

Shit.

Dinner? If Tailor had learned anything it was that when fucking turns to having dinner, there was an issue. And so he said he couldn't, he was busy, perhaps another time? Perhaps not. He stopped answering his texts after that.

-

He slipped up again. Mistake six? Seven? He'd lost count. The radio silence had worried Rick and he turned up in person again. He looked so hurt that Tailor found himself feeling sorry for him when he could've used the opportunity to tell him to leave him the hell alone. Instead, he kissed him, sucked him off, and got his first I love you in decades. He nearly vomited, literally, and spent the next fifteen minutes salivating profusely into the toilet with Rick on the other side of the door, asking if there was anything he could do.

Fuck off! Tailor wanted to say, but didn't.

When his stomach finally settled and he went back out, Rick was still there. Tailor stood across the room from him, not really knowing what to say or do, but Rick closed the gap. He pulled him into a hug, pressing his face into the side of his neck and mumbling an apology. He was sorry for what he said. He didn't know why he said it. He knows it was too soon. Can we just carry on as normal?

Tailor knew he should've kicked him out then and there, but God did those thick arms of his feel good around him, his chest so firm and muscular. He took him back to his house and rode him in his bedroom, in his bed, Jesus Christ what was he thinking? He couldn't blame himself, though. Being on top felt incredible, he could set the pace and take exactly what he wanted, he could hold onto Rick's chest and put all his weight on him and he didn't hear a single complaint. Rick just watched him intensely the entire time, his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip and his eyes darkened just enough to make him look a little dangerous. Tailor shot his load over those glorious abs, revelling in the way Rick growled out in satisfaction as he did.

When Tailor decided to push his luck and wipe up some of his cum to offer to Rick, he wasn't even sure if he was surprised when his fingers were licked clean without a hint of hesitation. But he was sure he could cum again right there when Rick thanked him for it. Thanked him. What had he gotten himself into? They shared the bed for the night but Tailor didn't sleep a wink, he was too hot with the body pressed up behind him, it was like suffocating but how could he ask him to leave after everything they'd done?

TBC...