BlueBird

90ft.

Phillip frowned to himself a little. “No, I suppose not. You can go in at any time.”

“Nah.” Val said bluntly. “I don’t wanna leave you out here alone” “Not far away. 90ft in fact.” Phillip said, grinning as he looked over at Val again. “As opposed to your 92.”

Val raised an eyebrow, returning the grin. He squinted at the entrance, then back at Phillip.

“Right,” He replied with a nod to himself, “I know how I’ll make it exactly 90ft.”

He strode over to Phillip, stepping next to him, so close they brushed against one another. Phillip looked up at him, not at all uncomfortable with their sudden proximity, maintaining his steady eye contact.

Val grinned down at him, “90ft away?”

“90ft.” Phillip said, his voice still even.

Val continued looking down at him, his grin fading. He’d expected a half-laugh at least. A few beats of silence passed as Val tried to decipher Phillip’s expression. Phillip let out a small sigh, tilting his head forward but maintaining his eye contact with Val. Val’s stomach flipped as he looked at him. Phillip turned, gazing back out into the wilds.

Val hadn’t been picking up on any other signals so far, but Phillip wasn’t moving away, and those eyes had been clear once Val paid attention.

Another beat passed before Val leant a fraction closer, speaking in a low voice, “Do you want to go do something else instead?”

Phillip shifted, almost imperceptibly, “What?”

Val let out a short breathy ‘hah’.

“I thought I was being pretty obvious.”

Phillip stood motionless for a second. Then he turned and studied Val, face still serious.

“Alright. Sure.”

Val blinked.

“Alright.”

His mind taking a moment to process, though, it seemed, his body did not at all pause. He strode towards the nearest heavily wooded area, nodding to Phillip.

Close behind, Val could hear Phillip’s footsteps. At this moment, however, he was more interested in getting out of Qilynn’s range of view. He stopped once he reached a place that appeared out of sight enough, turning to regard Phillip.

“This should be fine.”

Phillip nodded to him, his face still serious as they locked eyes again. There was a pause for a few seconds, Phillip frowned at Val like he was waiting to find out what would happen.

Val stepped forward and pushed Phillip against a tree, pressing their lips together. Phillip tensed, his movements somewhat stilted.

Val leaned back, a slight frown creasing his brow. Phillip didn’t seem uncomfortable, but not relaxed either. He reached for the hem of Phillip's tunic and pulled it off over his head, before kissing again. They both hurriedly unstrapped the armour, pausing only when Val would press Phillip with kisses.

The chain mail hit the ground with a clatter. Val pressed his face into Phillip's neck, licking and sucking at the exposed flesh, eager to work up the blond more.

As he pulled back, he noticed the edge of a scar peeking from the neckline of Phillip's undershirt. Curious, but somewhat hesitant, he brushed a thumb over the uneven skin and tugged the collar down, exposing more of the unsightly wound.

Val observed his own breath unevenly shudder. This had to be it, the injury that killed him. Phillip’s words from earlier echoed in Val’s head. The damage had healed, but Phillip was still hurting and that was horrible to consider.

Val leant in, pressing his lips against it, his arm wrapping around Phillip's waist without prompting, and squeezing. He might not help, but he wanted to try.

Phillip tensed a moment, then relaxed. He moved his finger to tangle in the hair at the back of Val's head, gently coaxing him away from the scar. Val looked up, and Phillip met his gaze fiercely, more intense than he had expected or seen so far.

Then, with a small push, Phillip urged them together, their lips meeting. It surprised Val for a moment as Phillip responded much more eagerly to the contact than before, grasping his hair and deepening the kiss.

Val shifted, pushing his hips against Phillip, pressing him back into the tree. Phillip's hands moved. One slid up under Val's shirt, fingers lightly digging into his stomach. The other tugged at his belt, encouraging him to stay close rather than trying to undress him.

If he couldn’t take away the pain of it all he would at least distract him from it.

Val parted from Phillip, moving back to run his tongue up the side of his neck, causing a sharp intake of breath. Val's hands wandered, exploring every inch of him.

Their lips met again, and Val pressed in closer, fingers working on Phillip's belt, tugging it undone. The same hand quickly slid in the front of his pants, grasping him, earning a short gasp as they parted again.

Val looked down, brow furrowing in concentration as he tugged Phillip’s cock free. Phillip moved his hands, gripping Val’s shirt and closely watching his face.

Val pulled back, making eye contact with Phillip, who frowned up at him again, the slightest blush tinting his cheeks. Val grinned and leant in, pressing their lips together, pushing against him.

He began to slowly, but firmly, stroke Phillip. The blond gasped, leaning away from him. He tilted his head, eyes sliding half closed as Val continued his movements, but remained intent on keeping eye contact with the brunet.

Phillip slipped his hand to Val's waistband, fumbling to pull him loose whilst in the throes of his own pleasure.

Val let out a breathy chuckle as he helped Phillip with the belt, still pumping with slow measured strokes. With his help, Phillip pulled him free, grasping him firmly and echoing Val's movements.

Val groaned, reflexively thrusting into Phillip's hand. He leant forward, leaning his forehead against Phillip's, closing his eyes as pleasure shot through him.

Phillip glided his fingers through the hair at the back of Val’s head again. The brunet’s eyes slid open, and the two locked gazes, both intense.

Val shifted, pressing his cock against Phillip’s. Phillip frowned deeper, pulling his hand away as Val wrapped his palm around them both, and began, with the same steady gait, to stroke them both.

“Fuck.” Phillip hissed. Val chuckled breathily at the profanity, refraining from making a joke about how unprofessional he was being.

Phillip tugged Val’s head towards him again, pressing their lips together. Val hummed happily against his lips, sliding his other hand up under Phillip’s shirt.

Phillip moved his hands to Val’s shoulders, pressing down. Val pulled back a fraction of an inch, his breath heavy and hot against Phillip’s skin.

He released them both then wrapped an arm around Phillip’s waist again. He let himself fall backward, pulling the blond with him. Phillip’s eyes widened as they fell, Val landing with a thunk.

He leant forward, moving Phillip onto his back, re-joining their lips and pushing his weight down on the smaller man. Shortly after, however, Val parted from him, once again licking and sucking at his neck, lightly dragging his teeth over whatever exposed skin he could reach.

He dropped lower, shoving the man’s shirt up and assaulting his chest and stomach similarly, pausing briefly again as his fingers found the twisted scar over Phillip’s heart.

Then he came between Phillip’s legs, glancing up at the man still frowning down at him, face red and panting heavily as he watched Val. He couldn’t contain another chuckle at the serious frown he was getting from Phillip, and he leant in and grasped his dick again.

Val looked back down and set to work, licking and sucking with fervour while Phillip jerked and writhed, low moans leaking out from between his lips. His hands both found their way into Val’s hair, fingers splayed against his head.

He glanced up, finding Phillip still looking down at him, eyes half-lidded and propounding lust, but focused on him. Val’s stomach flipped again, and he lowered his gaze, moving his mouth more vigorously as Phillip grasped at his hair.

Phillip’s breath became more laboured, and his hips thrust forward toward Val involuntarily.

“V-Val… I’m going to…”

Val redoubled his efforts, and Phillip jerked, impulsively pushing Val down on him as he released into his throat. He let his hands slid from Val’s head. His frown deepened more before Val looked up and grinned at him, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

Val sat up, tugging Phillip up by his belt and into his lap. Unquestioning, Phillip settled on Val’s thighs and grasped the larger man’s still exposed cock. Val exhaled sharply, leaning backward and watching Phillip as he began to once again pump his hand over Val’s length.

Val let out a pleasured sigh, looking up and meeting Phillip’s gaze, the two locking eyes again. He reached up and brushed stray strands of Phillip’s hair from his face, softly ghosting his fingers over his cheek. He really was fucking gorgeous.

Phillip leant down, pressing their lips together again. Val responded eagerly, cupping Phillip’s cheek gently.

Somehow, Phillip felt fragile to Val. Not that he seemed like he would be easy to break, Val had seen him take enough hits to know that wasn’t true. It wasn't even that he was smooth. Scars zigzagged his body, and dark bruises and light grazes peppered his arms and torso. And while he appeared svelte, firm muscles tensed beneath the surface.

Val frowned to himself as he considered the feeling. Phillip pulled back, hot breath tickling against Val’s skin as Phillip increased his pace. Val’s hips stuttered, shaking Phillip.

Phillip pressed his face into Val’s neck, licking and sucking at the exposed flesh. Val leant away, allowing him better access. He tried to laugh as the blond took the opportunity, attacking him renewed vigour, but his voice gave out.

Val reached out, grasping Phillip’s length again. He was already throbbing and ready to go. As earlier, he pressed them together, taking over again and pumping them. Phillip tilted backward, an appreciative groan escaping his lips as he locked eyes with Val. His gaze was still intent and hazed over with arousal.

Val jerked, growing close to his end.

“Phillip.” He muttered, his voice low and gravelly. He nodded at Val, grabbing the back of his head and pulling them together again, exchanging messy, heated kisses as they both shuddered.

Val groaned and spasmed, releasing into Phillip’s hand as he pushed his forehead into the younger man’s chest. Phillip was only moments behind him, a low breathy moan floating to Val’s ear.

As Val came down from his high Phillip rolled off him, laying back and throwing his arm over his face, still panting. Val collapsed beside him, chuckling quietly to himself, surprised he'd been able to convince the blond to come along with him.

Phillip exhaled sharply. Val turned and looked at him, concern crossing his features.

Then he laughed.

Nothing like the breathy, amused half-laughs earlier. It was deep and somehow sounded melodic to Val.

Val grinned, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with one hand. Phillip slid his arm from his face, his expression relaxed and peaceful. Phillip slowly came to a stop, looking up at Val and smiling.

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