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Concupiscence

John Bucky Egan / Gale Buck Cleven

Summary: A drunken night in London leads to an unexpected exchange of feelings.

Notes: This work is based on characters in the TV show Masters of the Air and is NOT based on the real people.

Tags: anal sex, smut, mentions of war, minors dni, explicit, breeding kink if you squint, bottom gale, top john, minimal plot, lots of feelings

Word Count: 6.35K

Cross-posted on Ao3 -

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The pub was loud, men cheered and swinging music vibrated throughout the small space. Drowning out the harsh storm that swirled outside. John and Gale were seated at a booth with a few other men. Most of the boys had happily left their tables and made their way to the floor with the local young ladies, dancing to the loud jazz rhythms.

They looked forward to their days in London, fewer and fewer as those days were. It almost made them forget why they were there. However, the crowds of military men that filled the city and its establishments were a constant reminder of their situation. Most of them held lewd intentions, to leave their drunken nights with a girl. It was a pleasant distraction and was almost expected of the men. Their tortured minds forgetting that dreadful grey sky for a couple of hours was heaven to them.

John and Gale were sitting next to each other, now alone. The impertinent British Air Force men had exhausted their teasing of the two and joined a game of cards a few tables over.

“That girl over there has been eyeing you Bucky.” Gale said with a smile, subtly pointing to a brunette woman at the bar. She was practically staring him down, it was almost comical.

John let out a reluctant laugh, glancing at her, “Yeah, I don’t think she wants to dance..” He said with a knowing look. His lips curved up to the side carving a dimple in his winsome features.

“Oh come on Bucky. Just go talk to her.” He playfully nudged the man’s arm. Gale wasn’t sure if he himself was joking or if he really thought John should approach the woman.

John shook his head, looking down at his drink before taking a small sip of it. Gale had noticed the man’s recent indifference to women. Anywhere they went they virtually threw themselves at him. Gale assumed they were attracted to his large stature and his admittedly.. irresistible smile. A year ago John would entertain nearly all of them, and bring the luckiest one—on the rare occasion, two—along to his hotel for the night. But now he almost seemed to be utterly disinterested in any girl no matter her persistence and allure.

It had not been overlooked by Gale the subtle glances and lingering touches he received from him. Truthfully those little moments were etched in his memory. A deliberate brush of their hands under the table in the mess hall, or John’s palm resting fleetingly against the small of his back when they walked together. Gale found himself revisiting them at night when he could not find sleep. Which was most nights. Those short-lived moments lasted ages in his mind, and he craved them whether he admitted it to himself or not. He felt wanted. But he didn’t allow himself to think that far. So when John shifted closer to Gale in the booth this night and accidentally brushed their legs together, his breath hitched in his throat.

John wasn’t sure what he was trying to accomplish with the touches he had been giving Gale. Was it just for himself? To feel the other man against his skin, to momentarily satiate his undying hunger? Buck never shied away from his touch but nearly never returned them. His lack of reciprocation only fed into John’s ache for him. Unlike in the sky, the fog and mist of Gale’s feelings excited him, it offered him a moment to decipher the mystery of what laid beyond it. He loved a challenge. Did he yearn for his touch too? Or was he too shy to tell John to stop? Maybe he didn’t even notice them.

John could not keep himself from stealing swift looks at him persistently. Buck’s blue eyes had darkened in the low warm light of the pub. His blonde hair looked a caramel brown. Long lashes casting a sharp shadow on his honeyed skin. Pillowy sialoid lips glistening after each sip of his drink. Without thought John found himself trying to catch a whiff of the man’s aftershave each time he moved. He knew his own physical attraction to Gale was not unrequited but he dreaded the idea of the man rejecting his affection.

But right there in the pub that night his suppressed desire drew too strong. Boldly unbridled.

A few minutes passed before he leaned toward the other man and spoke softly into his ear, “I think I need something a bit different tonight.” He really did not know what else to say, but hoped the man would not dismiss his advances as simple drunkenness. He pulled back and looked to Gale with a somewhat serious gaze.

Gale felt heat rising in his face. Did he mean.. him?

It had been months since the last time they spent a night together in London. The two men had wordlessly agreed to not speak of it again. They were drunk and alone and hadn’t been touched in god knows how long. Men have needs, they told themselves, but the boys could have easily extended an evening with a lonely girl at a pub, if that was truly all it was.

It had started simply. Only a mere brush of their hands as they sat on the sofa together, reminiscing on their days before the war. But just moments later, they found themselves in a heated kiss that lasted for what felt like hours. The boys didn’t make love that night, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t want it, desperately.

For months, words danced in the air between them, unspoken, afraid of the other’s unrequited love.

Seated in the buzzing pub, the men and women around them had disappeared from Gale’s awareness. He could think of nothing but John.

Gale looked at him and he swore he could see the want in John’s eyes. But it was more than that. He needed Gale. He looked away and down at his own hands. John’s gaze was too intense to hold for any longer.

John waited for Buck to speak. It felt like hours had passed. Fear churned his stomach, worrying the man didn’t reflect his own aching limerence, but that thought quickly dissipated when Gale spoke,

“Okay.”

Surprise was evident in John’s expression. He had expected the man to say more, but the only thing on his mind now was a yearning to feel Gale against his skin. He abruptly stood from the table, loudly knocking it in the process, and threw back the rest of his drink. Gale looked up at him. A growing need began to take hold of him. He got to his feet and quickly followed John out of the establishment.

The rain had stopped. Petrichor filled their senses as they walked quietly to their hotel. Both of the young men were practically shaking from nerves.

After entering their shared room, a tension in the air weighed heavy on them both. Neither of the boys knew what to do. They weren’t even sure what the other wanted. Gale remained by the door waiting for John to make any advance or even just to say something. But no words were spoken as John closed the distance between their bodies, inches away from him. Their hearts pounded in their chests. The men were sure the other could hear it, but the sound of John’s heavy breathing filled the air between them.

John looked down at Gale’s blue eyes, they were pleading, and almost black with need. He felt his own heart beat even harder in his chest. His gaze shifted to Gale’s plush lips. He dreamed about those lips of his. Just asking to be kissed, he thought to himself. Ever so slowly, John moved closer to Gale, his eyes darting between the man’s lust-filled ones and his pink pouty lips.

As Gale looked up at John, standing so close to him, his lips mere inches away from his own, the world faded away. All that existed was the two of them and their mutual desire. Their lips got closer ever so slowly before they finally met. The kiss began slowly until John decided he couldn’t hold back. He moved his lips against the other man's with fervor. Gale returned the passion, forgetting to breathe. John’s hand found its way into the man’s hair, his other hand finding purchase on Gale’s clothed bicep. There was a familiarity in their kiss. Perhaps because this was not the first time they had shared one, except, in truth, that one had felt this way too. It was reminiscent of a dance, rehearsed hundreds of times over. Each movement felt orchestrated yet new. It held the passion of a lover's first touch yet it also felt strangely intuitive.

Gale sighed into the kiss. The months of secretly wanting this again with John had been rendering him sleepless. His mind involuntarily reliving the memory of how John had kissed him so amorously. Any guilt he felt about feeling this way for another man had disappeared a long time ago. His father’s harsh words were now muffled in his mind and god help anyone who would try and take John away from him.

John’s hunger burned. He moved his tongue along Gale’s bottom lip. His mouth opened immediately, desperate for him. Their tongues danced as the two men groaned into the deep kiss. Gale’s hands were on the other quickly, holding onto him. Bucky carded his fingers into soft dirty blonde hair and pulled, separating their mouths.

Gale moaned at the sudden action. The other man murmured in his ear, low voice humming against him, “You have no idea how much I’ve been trying to resist you.” A burning heat ignited in Gale’s core and spread through his entire body at those words. John kissed down his jaw and to his lithe neck. Licking and mouthing along his skin. Gale moaned once more at John’s warm mouth as he sucked on a sweet spot between his jaw and his ear. In this moment, all reason melted away. He didn’t care if it left a mark. If anything, he wanted John to mark him.

Gale pulled him away from his neck and connected their lips. He felt like he was starving and Bucky’s body was his salvation. He tugged John closer, a warmth pooling in his stomach. His cock grew hard in his slacks. John’s member was already completely firm against his own. Gale groaned at the intimate feeling. Bucky pulled away, holding the man’s hands as he walked backward to the large bed in the room. Never taking his eyes off Gale as he led him. He yanked his jacket off, then Gale’s. Despite his hurried actions, Bucky wanted to take his time with the man. He gently pushed him onto the bed and climbed atop his svelte body, instantly reconnecting their mouths. As they basked in the heated kiss, John drug his hands down the other’s torso, untucking his shirt out from his pants. Making quick work of unbuttoning Gale’s and removing his tie, before he moved his hands to his own. Gale swatted his hands away.

“Let me.” Gale spoke softly, breathless. His honeyed voice was now laced with a rapturous hunger.

Upon the discarding of their tops and undershirts somewhere in the room, John leaned over him, kissing down his neck. He moaned against him. The taste of his warm sweet skin, it was paragon. John pulled a few small noises from him as he sucked at a sensitive spot on his neck. Gale’s fingers tangled in John’s brown hair as he felt him move lower.

John elicited a loud choked-off moan from Buck as he wrapped his lips around a perked left nipple, fingers toying with the other. He rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth, pulling another groan. He knew Gale was already enjoying this too much and he felt a shiver run up his spine at the thought of what was coming. John wanted to take his time ruining the other man, despite being painfully hard in his slacks. Gale wasn’t just some girl he seduced as a distraction for the night. He was his closest friend. He wasn’t doing this for his own pleasure. He wanted to see Gale come apart, look into his eyes at the very moment and watch as the coil snapped within him. He wanted to be the cause of the pleasure the man felt. At that moment, John felt a wave of possession course through him.

Gale was his, and only his.

“Gonna take care of you Buck.” John said between kisses to his chest.

“Please” Gale let out small quick breaths. His fingers tangled themselves through Bucky’s brunette hair. Desperate for more.

“Please what?” John whispered as he left open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen.

“Need you.. John.” He leaned up and looked down at the man kissing his skin.

“Be patient Buck.” John’s low voice reverberated through his body only adding to the burning desire Gale was already overwhelmed by.

John’s mouth had found its way to Gale’s waistline, kissing along the patch of blonde hair below his belly button. Deft fingers undid the man’s slacks, Gale lifted his hips allowing him to pull them down his legs along with his underwear, carelessly discarding them on the floor.

John sat back on his heels as he stared down at the sight before him. Gale laid there like a fucked out whore and he’d barely done anything to him yet. His eyes were heavy and their darkness burned with lust and need. His sandy hair was tousled. Bruises from John’s mouth had begun to form all over his tanned body. His slender legs had fallen open slightly, long pretty cock swollen and angry as it laid against his stomach, leaking drops of pre-come.

“Fuck, Gale… just look at you.” John’s calloused hands lightly teased along the plush skin of the man’s thighs, caressing every inch. He removed the rest of his own clothes, joining Gale’s on the floor. His hands grabbed the blonde's small waist. He’d always wanted to do this. The pads of his thumbs massaged the skin there as he held him. There was something nearly possessive creeping up the back of his neck as took in the scene.

Gale stared up at the man before him. He’d always wanted to see his best friend like this. John’s darkened eyes were swimming with acherontic desire. His soft brown hair was no longer perfectly styled atop his head. His naked toned body glistened with a sheen of sweat. Oh the scent of him. Gale wished he could kiss every inch of him in this moment.

John’s larger, herculean body deeply enraptured Gale. He knew the man could easily overpower him and manhandle him as he desired. The thought provoked his cock. More slick wetness pooled on his skin as it twitched. He looked to John’s cock after he had removed the rest of his clothes. It stood proudly against his abdomen. Holding an impressive girth, and Gale gasped as he pictured it nestling inside of him.

John leaned forward over the other man, propping himself on his forearm, groaning, as he kissed him so hungrily, Gale thought he might bite him.

He wrapped his legs around John’s waist and pulled him closer until their cocks touched. Gasps filled the quiet room at the sudden stimulation.

“Please John. Want you to touch me.” Gale was already so lost in the feeling of him, he wasn’t afraid to admit what he wanted. He was never one to be so forward, but right now, with Bucky, he had completely let go.

John pulled away from his lips and moved downwards. He placed his large hands on the man’s soft thighs and gently spread his legs further apart. His mouth watered at the beautiful sight. It was sinful. The rope of his fragile restraint had snapped before he laid down between Gale’s thighs. Wrapping his hand around the man’s swollen cock.

A loud, stifled noise escaped Buck at the sensation. John thumbed along the underside of the head of Gale’s cock, eliciting more sweet sounds from him. He ran his thumb along the slit, collecting the pre-come before spreading it around the head. Gale was already a moaning mess. John sighed at the sight and the feeling of the warm wet cock in his hand. Dying to taste him, he ran his tongue over the slick glistening atop the man’s swollen member. A deep groan fell from him at the taste, mouth enveloping the tip of Gale’s length.

Gale’s jaw hung open as wanton moans escaped his lips. The delicious stimulation filling his senses. John’s wet, hot mouth felt too good. He wanted more. He reached down, placing his hand in the other man’s hair. John licked along a vein from the base to the tip before enveloping the head with his mouth again. Hand remaining at the base as he began to take him fully.

“Oh”

“Mmm”

“.. shit”

“Bucky.” Gale said between moans.

He couldn’t contain himself, pulling the man’s hair and moaning at every touch John gave him. He started moving his hips, subconsciously trying to feel more of the man’s hot mouth. John sank down as far as he could on Gale’s aching length. The sounds the man was making were so filthy, he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his own needy cock into the sheets. He took him further, bobbing up and down. John let himself imagine the sounds Buck would make if he fucked him. Praying to God that he would be blessed with that opportunity tonight.

Gale was writhing on the bed, unable to hold still. He’d never felt anything like this before, it was nearly too much for him.

John’s hands grasped his hips, holding him down. Propping himself up on his elbows, Gale looked down at the man sucking his cock. He almost came at the sight of his lips wrapped around him, so focused on pleasing him.

John’s sapphire gaze was long washed away, only a black concupiscence remained. Gale could see just how much he was enjoying having him in his mouth.

Pulling away from the man’s length, John replaced his mouth with his large hand. He shifted himself to hover over the blonde. His own neglected cock was aching, prompting him to grasp both their members, tugging them together in his hand. Gale groaned into the man’s shoulder at the feeling of his cock against his own.

“Need to be inside you.” John’s voice was laced with desire as he spoke the words into the man’s ear before he could stop himself. He nearly froze, afraid his precipitous suggestion would scare him off. But this notion quickly washed away when a guttural moan escaped Gale.

“Please.”

John let out his own groan at Gale’s avid response. An even stronger heat ignited in his core as he imagined the look on the man’s face as he buried his cock deep inside him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

That was all John needed to hear. Gale was completely lost in the pleasure, John pulled away, not wanting him to come before he fucked him. The man whined at the sudden loss of his hand. Bucky laid on his side next to the man beneath him, leaning on his arm next to Gale’s head. He brought two fingers up to the young man’s lips.

“Suck.”

Without hesitation, the blonde eagerly took the two digits into his mouth. Spreading his saliva around them with his tongue. Gale brought his hand up to the man’s wrist, holding him in place while he sucked on his fingers. A deep guttural sound escaped John as he watched. He imagined how good the man’s mouth would feel around his cock. He pulled his hand away from Gale, trailing it down his body. Nudging the man’s legs apart, he brought the slicked digits to his entrance. They held eye contact as Buck let out shallow breaths in anticipation.

John circled the wet fingers around his hole before slowly pushing one inside him. Gale gasped at the intrusion, brows furrowing. The feeling was foreign and a little uncomfortable. He reached up and cupped John’s jaw as he pulled him down, connecting their lips. The distraction allowed the man’s finger to slide into him completely. He slowly began to thrust his finger in and out of the heat, eliciting sweet sounds from him.

A minute or two had passed before John added a second digit. He had almost expected to see a hint of hesitation or even fear in the man’s eyes as Gale shifted his gaze away from between his legs. Instead, they were half-lidded, filled with an intense daze of hunger. Quiet moans fell from his open mouth.

John scissored his fingers inside of him, opening him up for his cock. He added a third finger into the tight heat, earning more whimpers. Just then, John rubbed against a sweet spot deep inside the man. Gale practically yelped at the sudden stimulation. He worked him open until the other man became too desperate.

“More… please… need you… inside.. please.” Gale spoke with a broken voice between breathless moans. “Wanna feel you.”

There were no doubts or notions of reluctance from the blonde. He was lost in the ecstasy John was gifting him. For the first time, he was able to let go of the heavyweight holding down his tortured mind. The burden of responsibility and never-ending dread had floated away the moment his lips touched his own.

The other man groaned at his eagerness. Unable to resist the pleading, he removed his fingers from him, and he was sure Gale had been stretched enough. John reached over the man’s body to the table near the bed, retrieving a small bottle of Vaseline he always brought with him to London. It was meant for the escorts he shared his bed with, but now it was only for the man beneath him.

Gale yearned to feel John inside him. The thought of becoming one with the person he loved most in the world, his best friend, his Bucky. The one who had experienced the same hardships, and held an understanding of how much they both needed this. It sent a chill up his spine. His gaze followed as the larger man reached over him. Muscles stretching and tense above him. Gale placed a hand on John’s chest. He felt the warmth of his skin under his palm. There was no one else he would rather do this with, no where else he rather be. He wanted to remain in this moment forever. This night he had forgotten about the war, forgotten they were in a foreign land, and forgotten that the next time they went up in the sky, could be their last.

John returned to Gale, looking down at him, he kissed his forehead gently. Stroking the side of his face as he admired the man below him. Buck was his best friend. He felt at home when he looked into those gleaming blue eyes. The warm lamp light cast a glow over Gale, he swore he looked like an angel, constellations of freckles dotted his beautiful tanned skin. He was the only person that could help him forget. He freed him from the mental torment of all the brothers they had lost, the mortal dangers of their duties, and that the cards were stacked against them all. In this war, John had lost interest in nearly everything. The only thing he felt he was good for was piloting his plane. But Buck made him feel alive. He was all he had.

He wanted to live for him.

John’s hand slowly made its way back down to Buck’s entrance and delicately lathered the substance around him. The blonde gasped at the cold sensation, and watched as Bucky then spread it over his thick member. He looked down at the other man, laying there, legs spread for him, and his eyes pleading. He wanted to take care of him, be gentle. He felt as if the man below him was a porcelain doll, handle with care written across his chest. But at the same time, he wanted to ruin him. Make him scream his name and beg him for more, tears streaming down his supple skin. John had an insatiable hunger boiling in his core, and he swore to himself he’d never been lavished a voracity quite this deep.

The other held the gaze of the strong man above him. He seemed lost in thought as he admired Gale. In that tender moment, he wanted to confess to Bucky all the thoughts and feelings he had been plagued by the past several months. He had to hold back so much, in fear the other didn’t feel the same. Despite that night they spent together the year prior, he still worried it was only a temporary fix for John. Gale wanted the man to desire him in the same way he did him. All those times he watched him walk out of a pub with a pretty girl, he had to pretend he was pleased for him, but somewhere deep he wished it was himself that would be held by John that night.

Now he found himself in his own errant fantasies. Bucky laying above him, admiring his delicate features, ready to make love to him. Desire swimming deep in his eyes. He brought a hand up to John’s face, tracing imaginary lines, bringing the man back to the present.

John leaned into the warmth of Buck’s touch, and pressed his lips to the man’s palm, slowly kissing down his wrist. He connected their lips in a sensual kiss as he lined his member with the smaller man’s entrance.

In a daze of desire, John was slowly losing himself. When his eyes met Gale’s a sweet dulcet warmth washed over him. “Gonna make you feel good Buck.” He kissed the other man hard as he pushed himself into him as gently as he could.

Gale’s mouth fell open as he felt Bucky’s cock slowly breach his entrance. John shushed him gently, “Shh, just relax Gale.” The other man placed his hand on John’s nape pulling him to connect their mouths. It was all teeth and tongue as the man slowly pushed his large member further into the blonde. When he bottomed out, Gale’s lips separated as his head fell back against the mattress. A few moments passed before the ringing pain of the stretch slowly fell into hints of pleasure. The larger man remained still, waiting for him to adjust to the foreign feeling.

Gale’s eyes opened as he gripped the man’s shoulders, a low whine falling from his lips.

“Tell me how it feels Buck.” John wanted to hear how he was making the man feel. His own reserve was straining against the sensation of Gale’s heat tightly wrapped around his cock.

“S’good.” Gale could hardly form words, he felt so full.

His hands reached down to John’s hips, grasping, aimlessly trying to get the man to fuck him.

Bucky understood what the man needed. Gale felt the drag of the cock inside him before he was jolted up the bed by John’s harsh thrust. His ability to hold himself back had fallen away.

The maneuver sent a burning wave of pleasure through Gale’s body. “Again.” He whined. John’s hand grasped the underside of one of the man’s plush thighs for leverage, easing his thrusts. The sound of skin against skin reverberated throughout the room, variations of sounds falling from both the men’s lips. They were equally desperate for the other. They had let go completely and allowed themselves to relish in this moment without restraint.

Gale’s eyes had fallen shut in the midst of the pleasure John was giving him. His arms wrapped around the man's neck.

“F-feel so full Bucky.”

Christ

Those sinful words went straight to John’s cock. Loudly groaning into the crook of the blonde's neck. The movements of his hips only grew in their intensity.

In need to go as deep inside Gale as he could, he gently pulled out and reached for a pillow. “Why-“ The blonde groaned at the sudden loss of his cock. Feeling cold and empty. “Lift your hips for me Buck.” Gale did as he was told, watching as the soft pillow was placed under his hips. Bucky resumed his former position over Gale. Tender kisses were shared as he felt the warm length breach his entrance once more.

The new angle allowed John’s cock to brush against the bundle of nerves in the man’s core. Gale moaned like he was paid for it. The sounds pouring out of him left John shuddering with an animalistic carnality as he left continuous thrusts to the sweet spot.

“You’re takin me so well Buck.” John grunted out. At those words, the man’s entrance fluttered around John’s cock as he whined. The tightness led Bucky to bite down on the junction between Gale’s neck and shoulder, sure to leave a mark. The blonde shuddered. The man’s teeth dug into his skin. In this moment, neither of them cared if it was visible. He wanted to be marked by him, to let everyone know that he belonged to Bucky. The sight of the deep red mark on the man’s neck fueled the fire of John’s possessive nature. His thrusts stuttered.

“All mine.” John whispered against Gale’s open mouth. More moans were spilt as his thrusts hit harder and became more erratic. The blonde’s hands had been tugging at Bucky’s hair before they traveled down to his back. Dragging along his muscles as they contracted. Nails pressing into the taut skin.

“I- fuck. Bucky oh my-.” The desperate tone of Gale’s moans only grew as he grasped hard at the man’s body.

“You’re close?” John questioned, as his lips brushed against the man’s open mouth. Gale nodded, his eyes fluttered open, clouded in darkness. The man above him reached down and tugged at the blonde’s neglected cock in time with his fervent thrusts. Gale was nearly overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation. Silent moans escaped his throat. Eyes barely remaining open.

“Gonna- Bucky I-.” The words were lost in his throat as the pleasure grew in his core. His body thrashed on the bed. Back arching, pressing himself into Bucky’s stomach.

“Shit. Okay.” John started to pull out from the tight heat, feeling his own release coming. “No! Please. No.” Gale whined as he grasped at the man’s body, aimlessly trying to hold him in place. Bucky froze, worried he had hurt him. A frightened look quickly struck his features.

He stroked the side of the blonde's face. “Are you alright Buck? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-.” The words spilled out from his mouth as his heart hammered in his chest. Gale’s retaliation had sent an abhorrent rush of fear to his gut, churning his stomach. All in a matter of seconds.

“No John. Want you to come inside.” Gale managed to let out. His deep voice completely breathless and debauched.

John’s groaned, his expression softened but his core burned hot. “Jesus Buck.” His cock twitched at the man’s forward words. “You scared me.” The weight of worry left his body as his thrusts resumed, along with his hand wrapped around Buck’s aching member. The resonance of the blonde’s lascivious whimpers coursed through John’s veins, a fresh fracture in thin ice. He’d never been this aroused. Gale’s eagerness for him to release inside of him only fueled the fire within himself as his reserve began to burn away.

Gale’s mind began to cloud. His legs tensed at the impending orgasm. The mere constant abuse to the sweet spot inside him, the large warm hand wrapped around his cock, the man above him—it was all too much. As his eyes struggled to remain open, he garnered the strength to look down at where their bodies joined. The sight of John’s member disappearing into his depths only sent him closer to the edge. His head fell back against the sheets, brows knitted, back arching further into Bucky’s body.

The sight of the blonde’s exposed neck and the bite mark he had left behind earlier—kindled a primal energy within John. He raised his body slightly to balance himself before wrapping his free hand around Gale’s neck. He didn’t tighten his grip. He waited for the man’s reaction. In a daze, it took a short moment for Buck to feel it. Once he did, a deep moan escaped his plush lips. His cock twitched in John’s hand. The enjoyment was evident in Gale’s reaction, so he squeezed lightly around the sides of his lithe neck. His thrusts only quickened at the sinful sounds pouring from the man beneath him.

The vision before him was one he wouldn’t ever forget. Buck looked like a painting. The warm lamp light cast over his sweat-slicked skin. He glistened. Eyes heavy and black with lust. His splayed out, supple yet sculpted body, resembled a michaelangelean god.

“Bucky I- oh my-“ The words were nearly lost in Gale’s throat as the coil within him strained against the pleasure. He felt like John’s woman. Legs spread wide and desperate for the man’s release inside of him. The tenderness with which he fucked him. The way his hand worked his cock. How could he go on living without this moment replaying in his head? The memory of this night need only show itself for a single second before the blood would rush to his cock.

The same thoughts ran in circles at the front of John’s mind. One glance at Buck and he’d be escorting him out of sight. Hungry kisses would be exchanged, but the enemy of time would cut their passions short.

John was nearing the edge. His thrusts stuttered. Thumb pressing into the slit of the blonde’s leaking cock, pulling a strangled moan. “How am I ever gonna take a woman again after tasting you, huh?” His words barely strung together between desperate grunts and moans. Those words hit Gale with such intensity he came suddenly without warning. Ropes of come landed on his stomach and Bucky’s hand as he tensed around the cock inside of him. Sweet whimpers falling from his lips. Hands grasping at the man’s body. John found his own release in that moment. The utterly debauched scene unfolding in front of him drowned him in pleasure. Releasing a moan as his vision blurred. Gale felt the warmth pooling in his core. Neither of them had ever experienced such preeminent ecstasy.

John collapsed on top of the blonde beneath him. They laid there for a moment. The intensity of their passions had weakened John, he was unable to move. Gale stroked his fingers through the brunette's sweaty curls. The weight atop his own body deprived him of the deep breaths his lungs ached to take. Yet he craved this closeness from the man, despite the discomforting heat radiating from their bodies, and the sticky mess between them.

The sound of rain began to fill the small room. Gale had switched off the lamp, bathing the space in blue moonlight. Bucky’s thumb gently stroked the blonde's warm skin. His touch anchored Gale’s heart. For too long, his love swam restlessly within him, and now it had a place to stay. He paid no heed to the sin. Unlike Francesca and Paolo, his ultimate infernal damnation wouldn’t incite regret of his lust, or resentment to his lover.

John’s gaze shifted to Buck’s face. Through the thin curtains, shadows of raindrops cascaded down the window, caressing his features. He didn’t want to let go of him. Afraid all of this wasn’t real and he would disappear. He didn’t know how he could live on if he was gone. Gale was all he had. He made him feel alive. He made him forget.

He traced imaginary lines along the valley of Gale’s chest. “If I was deaf and blind I would still recognize your scent and the touch of your calloused hands.” John mumbled softly against the man’s chest.

The blondes eyes softened, and landed on his own. A smile taunted the corners of his lips. “Don’t get all poetic on me now John.”

Gale was afraid. This feeling was new, and it was ripping him apart. He tried not to think of what lies ahead of them both. That cold unforgiving sky is creeping its way back to them. Every moment that passes it inches closer, and the day when it finally engulfs them again, one might not come back down, alive. Gale decided in that moment he couldn’t live without John. Especially in that base. The number of men decreasing each day, younger and unfamiliar faces filling the empty space. He couldn’t take it anymore, not alone. No one else could ground him the way John did. No one else understood him like he did. No one loved him the same. The thought of losing him stung from the inside. Tears welled in his eyes, but they didn’t fall.

He wrapped his arms tighter around John’s body. The man had the same horrors running through his own mind. He felt John grip him harder in return.

“I’m not going anywhere John.”

“I know.”

As sleep begged to take him, John spoke softly, looking up at Gale, softened cock still nestled inside him, “When this is all over, I wanna buy some land, have a little house, far away from everyone else. And I want you to come with me.”

Gale smiled at him, voice husky and tired. “I want that too John.”

The capacity to which his love consumed him was nearly too much to bear. Drowning him in a lake of unconditional devotion. John was pulling him deeper, to the abysmal plane of their shared ardency.

That night they slept better than they had in months. Bodies entangled, wrapped in a dreamless, comfortable slumber.

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I hope you all enjoyed this one! This is my first ever fic! Well, I did write a shitty one years and years ago but we dont talk about that. For now, this is just a one-shot but I might make it a series. I will hopefully be posting more at some point. Let me know what you think and what you want next! No guarantees I will write what you ask but I might! ;)

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