~ Happy Valentine’s Day! <3 I have two other VDay fics to finish and post but this one first! I love these two, they’re so adorable~ So for Mal-kun and Traf-kun, here’s a little something for you two darlings ~ @malcolm6 @mal-kun and @ask-traffy-jam @traf-the-mun

Mal bit his lip with uncertainty. This was so odd. He wasn’t usually this out of it. He was suave, a gentleman, could woo man and woman alike, not that he did very often anymore with a certain dark haired beau on his every thought, and didn’t lose his cool over something like a surprise date.

Except he was. It wasn’t exactly a date, just the evening together since they both had work during the day. He had technically broken into his boyfriend’s house, but that was the least of his concerns…

Why was he concerned? Traf was a such an easy going sweetheart. He probably wouldn’t even be upset if they hadn’t done anything today. It was just Valentine’s Day. It was just like any other day. Maybe a little extra, like a cherry on top.

Mal groaned. Did Traf even like cherries? Did he just jinx them with that symbolism? Why couldn’t he remember if Traf liked cherries or not?

Mal paced his entire room, his brother shooting him concerned glances through the crack of his open door. He had been like that all day, never straying more than inches from his phone and jumping every time it went off. He had been on edge, not that he would openly admit it. He had done the hard part, asking Traf to meet him for dinner. That had been in the morning, it was now past noon and he was not prepared in the least. He needed to shower, go buy the food, clean the house, and kick his brother out for a few hours.

Had he done any of that yet? No, he was stuck pacing his room, a ball of nerves. It wasn’t until his brother, Cheese, finally barged into his room that he kicked his ass in gear. Cheese offered to clean the house while he went out to buy the groceries. Mal hugged him, throwing on a jacket before flying out the door. He climbed behind the wheel of his Mustang, gunning the engine and flooring it.

He was so set on the task as hand that he had missed the cop sitting on the side of the road. He was sure he was going to be pulled over for going well over double the speed limit. However, no lights flashed behind him and he could only chalk it up to luck. He tore down the streets, whipping into a parking spot and sprinting into the store. He grabbed a basket, throwing in everything he could possibly need. He had just picked up a bottle of wine when he passed the flowers. He backtracked, going through them until he found the perfect bouquet. He added them to his loot and checked out. He threw the bags in the passenger floorboard, carefully setting the flowers on the seat.

He took off again, stopping by the dry cleaners to pick up the clothes he had dropped off the previous day. His final stop before home was a small bakery where he picked up a beautiful chocolate cake and a dozen white chocolate dipped strawberries. Having everything for the night, he raced home, careful not to take the same way as not to try his luck. He screeched into the driveway, parking crooked but not even noticing. He grabbed the food, carrying it inside before making another trip outside to collect his clothes and roses.

Cheese was just finishing up his cleaning as Mal walked in with his second armful. Cheese took the flowers, putting them in some water but taking the cake and strawberries to put them in the fridge.

“Go, shower, I’ll start cooking,” his younger brother shoved him in the direction of his room.

“Thank you,” Mal said, sincerely meaning it.

He raced to the shower, stripping on the way there. He was naked before he even opened the door to his bathroom. He turned on the water, taking one of the quickest showers of his life. He washed, scrubbing himself clean before jumping back out, wrapping a towel around his waist and using another to dry his hair. He shoved a toothbrush in his mouth as he tried to style his hair at the same time. Realizing that he couldn’t do both at the same time, he took a breath and settled for brushing his teeth before doing his hair. Once he had overcame that obstacle, he stepped back into his room to see his clothes set out on his bed. He silently thanked his brother for the hundredth time that day. He quickly slipped on his black slacks, a white button down, a black vest, and a brown tie. He was just giving himself a once over in the mirror when his brother joined him. He saw his older brother and smiled at the sight before him.

“You look nice,” Cheese told him, fixing the back of his collar.

“Thank you,” Mal said, turning around and hugging his brother.

Mal buried his face in Cheese’s neck, taking a deep breath as his brother rubbed his back.

“You are going to be fine,” the younger reassured the elder.

“But what,” Mal was cut off by his brother pulling away and looking him dead in the eye.

“No what if’s. No second guessing. No doubts. Just be yourself, you know how you feel about him, I’m sure he feels the same way. Now the lasagna is in the oven, the table is set, candles just need to be lit and wine poured. Can you handle that?” Cheese asked, looking him dead in the eye.

Mal took another breath and nodded.

“Good, now I am going to be out with a friend tonight. I’ll probably stay there tonight. Let me know if you need me,” Cheese said, giving him a final hug.

“Thank you little brother,” Mal winked, trying to clear his head.

“Go get em tiger,” Cheese laughed, taking his leave.

Mal walked to the kitchen, the smell of the food hitting him like a ton of bricks. This was really happening. It was going to happen. He checked his phone only to realize he had received a text from Traf saying he was on his way. Mal poured himself a cup of wine, drinking it in nearly one swig. Sure it wasn’t very classy but he needed something to calm his nerves. He doubled checked everything, making sure the flowers were in place, the cake was still good, and the lasagna wasn’t burning.

The doorbell ringing throughout the silent house signaled it was game time. He put on a smile, rubbing his wet palms against the fabric of his slacks before opening the door. There in front of him stood the most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes on.

Traf stood there, his hand in his jeans pocket, a light blue button down shirt, the top two buttons undone.

“Am I underdressed?” Traf laughed, looking at Mal.

“I might be a bit overdressed,” the blond admitted, hugging the man before pulling him inside.

“It smells good,” Traf smiled, following the blond into the kitchen.

“I have some lasagna for dinner and some chocolate surprises for dessert,” Mal explained, pouring a glass of wine for Traf.

The younger man took it, tapping his glass to Mal’s before taking a sip.

“Candles? This is nice,” Traf told Mal as he inspected the table.

“It was Cheese’s touch before he left,” Mal laughed, pulling the food out of the oven.

He set the food in the middle of the table, pulling out Traf’s chair for him. Once he was seated, Mal served them both before taking a seat himself.

“This is really good,” Traf said after a few bites. “Again we have to think the little brother. He started it for me, I just made sure it didn’t catch on fire,” Mal joked.

“My compliments to the chef then,” Traf held his glass in a mock toast.

“I’ll pass them along when he comes home,” Mal said.

The two sat in silence for a while, both just enjoying each other’s presence and the food. When they were done, Mal collected the plates, tossing them in the sink before pulling out the desserts.

“Cake and strawberries, special occasion?” Traf raised his eyebrows in question.

Mal was lucky they were sitting in candlelight and it wasn’t bright enough to show the blush that crept up his neck.

“I felt like spoiling you,” Mal admitted.

He picked up a strawberry, holding it to Traf’s lips. The man opened his mouth, taking a bite of the sweet fruit. He licked his lips, never taking his eyes off Mal. The blond finished the strawberry before taking Traf’s hand and pulling him up into his arms.

The two stayed wrapped in eachothers arms, swaying to music that only they could hear. After a bit Mal pulled away, kissing the top of Traf’s head before holding up his finger to signal he would be right back.

Traf stood there confused as Mal vanished into his room. When the blond came back he had a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Traf looked at him, wondering what was going on. The blond stopped right in front of Traf, reaching up with his free hand to caress the man’s beautiful face.

He smiled sweetly at Traf, holding up the roses and looking him dead in the eyes.

“Traf, will you be in a relationship with me?” Mal asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

The raven haired man stood there in shock, unsure if he had heard right. After a moment of silence, Mal grew worried. He was just about to open his mouth to speak when Traf threw himself into the blond’s arms, causing him to drop the flowers in surprise.

Mal had just gotten off work, shooting Traf a quick text before climbing into his car to drive home. He turned up the radio, knowing he was going to be stuck in traffic for the next hour and a half because of stupid rush hour traffic. Lucky for him the radio was playing good music and the drive didn’t seem so long. By the time he got home, he was ready to get out of his stuffy car and take a shower.

In his haste he forgot his phone, which was lighting up with a call. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and made his way inside. He tossed the jacket over the couch before heading into his room to grab a change of clothes before turning on the hot water. He stripped down, climbing under the warm water. He let it relax his muscles, letting out a sigh after his long day. He took his time washing up, it wasn’t until the water started running cold that he finally shut it off to climb out. He toweled off,  throwing on a pair of sweats and comfortable black v neck. He draped his damp towel over his shoulder and padded into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He was just about to find something to eat when there was a frantic knock on the door.

He walked to the front door, checking the peephole to see a very worried Traf. The blond opened the door only to nearly be tackled in the process.

“Traf, whoa, what’s up?” Mal asked as the raven-haired man half hearted pounded his chest.

“You didn’t answer me and I thought something happened to you,” Traf said, causing Mal to pull him close.

“I forgot my phone in the car when I got home,” he admitted. “Plus you are always on my ass about texting and driving,” the blond laughed, causing Traf to glare at him.

“This isn’t funny you fucking dick. I was worried.”

Mal kissed his forehead, pulling Traf closer. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Traf wrapped his arms around the blond and they stood there in silence, their breaths coming out in sync.

“Forgive me?” Mal asked, pulling away a bit to look Traf in the eyes.

“This time. Next time I’m going to be really mad at you,” he mumbled, causing Mal to let out a small laugh.

“I promise it won’t happen again love. How about I cook us some dinner and we watch a movie?” he suggested.

Traf nodded. Mal took his hand and led him to the kitchen.

“What do you want?” the blond asked as he looked through the fridge. Traf shrugged. “Well that’s a lot of help,” he said as he pulled out random things. “Chicken salad? It’s quick and easy.” Mal suggested.

Traf just nodded again, jumping up to sit on the counter. He watched as Mal finished collecting what he needed for dinner.

“Well you’re a lot of help,” the blond teased.

“I’m enjoying the view,” Traf respond. “The only thing that could make this better was if you were on the menu.”

Mal turned away, pretending to look for something in the fridge as he felt his face heat up. He took a few deep breaths before closing the door and setting to work. The blond threw the chicken in a pan, seasoning it before turning his attention to the vegetables.

“Still just admiring the view?” Mal asked, turning to Traf.

“It grows more delicious by the second,” Traf winked, causing Mal to shake his head but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

He quickly finished their dinner, Traf finally moving off the counter to set the table. They ate in a comfortable silence, their knees touching under the table with a few stolen glances here and there.

When they had eaten their fill, they cleaned the kitchen together before finding their way to the living room to pick a movie. The raven haired man picked up the first Avengers as the blond picked up Civil War.

They both looked at each other, neither backing down from their choice.

“Coin flip,” Mal suggested, fishing one out of his pocket. “Call it.”

The coin flipped through the air. “Heads,” Traf called.

The blond caught it, peaking under his hand. He looked defeated and Traf knew he had won. He practically skipped over to Mal, kissing the tip of his nose before putting his movie.

“I’ll get the popcorn,” Mal offered, disappearing into the kitchen as Traf got the movie ready and found some blankets.

By the time Mal returned, Traf was already wrapped up under the blankets on the couch.

“You look like a little burrito,” Mal teased.

“You gonna eat me?” Traf shot back.

“Maybe for dessert later,” the blond winked, putting the popcorn on the table, joining Traf on the couch.

Traf waited until Mal had propped his legs up on the coffee table and sat the popcorn next to them before laying back across the lap, this time resting his head in the blond’s lap. Mal adjusted a bit so he could rest a hand on Traf’s arm, the other playing with his hair. They hit play, starting the movie. Within seconds of the movie starting they were already taking turns quoting it.

It wasn’t until the final battle that Mal realized Traf had been quiet for a while. He stopped playing with his hair and looked down to see the man on his lap sleeping peacefully. He smiled to himself, leaning down he gently kissed his cheek. The blond reached forward, turning off the TV. He picked up Traf’s head, carefully laying him back down. He put the popcorn in the kitchen before walking back to the living room to collect Traf. He pulled the blanket off the sleeping man before placing a hand under his legs and his head, lifting him up easily. Traf snuggled into Mal’s chest, wrapping his arms around the elders neck.

He walked into his room, placing Traf down on the bed. The raven haired man stirred, tugging at his shirt. Mal got the hint, deftly unbuttoning it. Traf tugged it off, tossing it on the floor as Mal pulled his own shirt over his head. He climbed into bed, pulling Traf to him. The man snuggled into his chest, kissing his neck. He let out a content sigh, draping a leg over Mal to get as close to him as possible. The blond smiled down at the sleeping man on his chest feeling at peace with the world. He closed his eyes, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

—

The next morning Mal woke up to an empty bed. He rubbed his eyes, looking around to see Traf’s shirt on the floor. That was when he heard the water in the bathroom turn on. He climbed out of bed, padding into his bathroom to see Traf brushing his teeth. He walked up behind the man and wrapped his arms around his naked waist, kissing his neck.

Traf smiled around his toothbrush, handing Mal his. They both worked around each other, brushing their teeth.

“Morning,” Mal said as he pinned Traf against the counter.

The younger man looked up at him, raising his eyebrow in expectation. He jumped on the counter, wrapping his legs around the blond to pull him closer.

“Good morning,” he breathed against Mal’s lips. He kissed the blond, allowing his tongue entrance as he flicked it against his lips. However, the kiss didn’t last long as Traf pulled away. “I need to shower,” he informed Mal.

“I’ll get your clothes,” the blond said. “You know where where the towels are.”

With that, Mal left Traf to shower as he collected a pair of boxers and sweats from the drawer he had set aside for his boyfriend. He tossed them on the bed before going into the kitchen to make them a quick breakfast. He placed their food on the table before heading back into his room. He could hear the shower still running so he sat on the edge of the bed, falling back on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

The water turned off but Mal didn’t bother looking up. He heard Traf get dressed and he felt the bed dip. His view was blocked by a glistening man. He smiled up at the gorgeous sight, reaching up to run his fingers through his wet raven hair. Traf smiled down at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“You’re gorgeous,” Mal told the man.

“I’m also yours,” Traf responded.

“I know,” Mal said with a smirk.

Malcolm had just finished drying up the dishes when he heard a noise behind him. The blond turned around, seeing Traf standing there, in nothing but  a necklace. Mal’s eyes lit up at the sight before him.

“How about some dessert?” Traf asked, smirking at Mal.

The blonde licked his lip, shutting off the water before backing the raven-haired boy against the wall. The blond kissed Traf, making his way from his lips to his neck. Traf threw his head back, wrapping his arms around Mal’s neck as he assaulted his neck.

“Room,” Mal murmured, sparing no time in picking up Traf. He wrapped his legs around the blond and nibbled on his pierced ear.

Traf was carried into Mals room and dropped on the bed. Mal pulled his shirt off over his head as Traf fumbled around for the lube in the drawer next to the bed. He was about to start stretching himself when Mal climbed between his legs and grabbed his hard cock, kissing the tip.Traf dropped the lube, his fingers clinging to the sheets as Mal took him into his mouth. The blond took all of Traf in, moaning around his member.

“Ahh,” Traf moaned, gripping the sheets tighter.

Mal looked up at Traf as he sucked him.

“Mal,” Traf whispered, getting cut off as the blond started teasing his hole.

Traf couldn’t take it, he wrapped his fingers in Mal’s blond hair. Mal teased the tip a bit before kissing his thighs and nipping his hips. He kissed his way up Traf’s chest, stopping to take one of the hard buds between his teeth. Mal slipped a finger in just as he nipped the bud. The raven haired boy let out a moan, clawing at Mal’s back.

“You like that?” Mal whispered, blowing on Traf’s wet nipple, sending a chill down the man’s spine.  

Traf only whimpered in response, nodding his head.

“Good,” Mal murmured as he made his way back between Traf’s legs.

The blond removed his finger from inside Traf to stroke the man. He slicked his fingers with Traf’s precum before stopping to push two fingers into him. Mal reached up with her other hand, resting it on Traf’s chest as he took his full length in. The blond scissored his fingers inside the younger man as he swirled his tongue around the tip, coaxing him closer to his orgasim.

“More,” Traf pleaded.

“As you wish,” the blond said, licking his lips.

He added a third finger, grazing a little bundle of nerves, causing Traf to cry out in pleasure. The blond smirked up at him before trailing his hand down Traf’s chest to wrap it around his throbbing member. He slowly stroked him, teasing his prostate to see just how much he could tease the man under him before he gave in.

Traf bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut trying not to give Mal what he wanted. It was hard seeing as to how he could feel his stomach muscles tightening.

“Dammit!” Traf finally gave in. “Please.” Malcolm slowed his strokes, instead using his tongue to bring Traf over the edge. The raven haired man bucked his hips, letting out a cry as he came all over Malcolm’s face. His nails dug into the blond’s arms as he rode out his high. Mal licked his lips, savoring the taste of Traf’s salty seed.

As his breathing returned to normal, the blond reached for the dropped lube, popping it open and pouring some into the palm of his hand. He rubbed it on himself, winking at Traf. Mal grabbed Traf’s legs, lifting them as he climbed between them. The raven haired man took the hint, wrapping his legs around Mal’s shoulders, crossing his ankles behind his blond head.

Malcolm lined himself up, slowly pushing his way in. Traf moaned as he took all of Mal in. The blond waited, allowing the man under him to adjust to his size before he pulled out and shoved back in.

Traf reached around, wrapping a hand in Mal’s hair to pull him down to kiss him. He licked the blond’s lips, tasting himself on them. He smiled before slightly shifting to lick Mal’s cheek, tasting more of himself. Mal nudged Traf back, sucking on his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and biting it.

Traf wrapped his free hand around Mal’s bicep, nails digging in as the blond set a quicker pace. Traf ground his hips down, using his body to plead the man to go faster. Mal obliged, picking up his speed. Traf moaned into the kiss, grinding his hips against Mal with every thrust. He slightly shifted, adjusting himself so that with the next thrust Mal hit his prostate.

He only got a few seconds of pleasure as Mal shifted, pulling out of the kiss to smirk at Traf. He shook his head, telling Traf he wasn’t going to give him what he wanted just yet. He slowed his place, taking his time as he nibbled on Traf’s neck.

“Mal,” Traf breathed out, scratching the back of the blond’s neck as a nibbled his jawline. Traf could feel Mal’s warm breath, sending a chill up his spine.

He squeezed the man between his legs, grinding down as he grew impatient. Mal kissed him again, shoving his tongue into his mouth before pounding harder into Traf. He cried out, breaking the kiss as the little bundle of nerves in him was assaulted with each thrust.

He cried out, throwing his head back and trying to concentrate on keeping up with Mal’s thrusts. The blond pressed their foreheads together, panting, and sweating as they neared their climax.

“Mal,” Traf whispered, letting the blond know he was close.

The blond moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Traf knew neither of them would last longer and he reached down, stroking himself. Mal’s breath hitched as he hit Traf’s prostate for the last time, feeling him with his cum.

Feeling the warm substance fill him, Traf came for the second time. His seed spilling all over his hand and Mal’s stomach. Both boys shuddered, riding their highs, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

As the ecstasy wore off, Traf felt his legs turn to jello. Mal slowly pulled out, moving away to let the raven haired man’s legs stretch. The blond collapsed next to him, his heart rate finally slowing. Traf rolled over, resting his head on Mal’s chest as the blond pulled him closer.

“We should shower,” Malcolm suggested.

“Traf,” Malcolm moaned as the raven-haired boy positioned himself between his legs and took his throbbing member in his mouth.

The blond threw his head back in pleasure as Traf took him deeper and deeper. He sucked, hollowing out his cheeks as he did so. Malcolm wrapped his hands the Traf’s hair, forcing him to take the rest of his length in his mouth.

“Ah,” the blond moaned out, biting his lip.

Traf looked up as he sucked, giving Malcolm a look that nearly sent him over the edge. The boy between his legs was so sexy and the blond couldn’t take it much longer. Traf licked the tip, never once taking his eyes off Malcolm.

“Stop,” Malcolm rasped out, causing the raven-haired boy to look at him in confusion but did as he was told.

Malcolm reached into the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a silk rope. Traf’s eyes lit up as he held out his wrists. The blond daftly tied them together, kissing Traf. He could taste himself on the others lips but he didn’t mind.

“Knees,” Malcolm instructed.

Traf rolled over, struggling a bit to get on his hands and knees as his hands were bound but he did it. He arched his back, spreading his legs in anticipation for what was to come.

Malcolm poured some lube on his fingers, pushing one into Traf’s tight hole. The raven-haired boy jumped a bit at the cold sensation entering him but as it warmed up, he started moaning. Malcolm added a second finger, scissoring it inside of Traf.

“More,” Traf moaned, looking back at the blond.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, adding a third finger.

Malcolm stretched him, teasing his prostate before removing his fingers. The blond lubed up his hard member, lining himself with Traf’s stretched hole. The raven-haired boy was growing impatient with Malcolm’s slow pace, choosing instead to thrust his hips back as soon as he felt the tip go in. The blond placed his hands on Traf’s hips, bottoming out before slowly pulling back out to ram back into him.

Traf cried out, doing all he could to hold himself up as the blond rammed into him time and time again, purposely missing his prostate with every expert thrust.

“Malcolm,” Traf whined out. “Please,” he begged. “Please what?” the blond teased.

“Harder, faster, more,” he moaned.

Malcolm didn’t respond as he shifted a bit, hitting his prostate with his next thrust. Traf couldn’t hold himself up as the blond fucked him.

“Yes,” he cried out.

Malcolm reached around, wrapping his hand around Traf’s leaking dick to stroke him.

“Gonna.. Cum..” Traf moaned.

Before Malcolm could form a response, there was a knock on the door. He ignored it, trying to focus on the task as hand. However, it got louder, and louder.

Then the blond was jolted back to reality. He looked around the room, breathing heavily as he realized it was only a dream. Standing in the doorway was the very man he had been dreaming about.