#as for me I'm still dying but not as much. the balloon of my stomach has halfway deflated

[boyslit]

suffering the past five hours belching/feeling like some kid's baking soda/vinegar balloon science project but at least i hacked my miserable past time of pacing the halls by buckling down to read a book I've been meaning to

Catching Stars by Cayla Keenan is pretty good so far

[xhoneygirlxx]

he's not magic

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: the time of the month has come and Eddie is the only person who can sooth you.

warnings: talks about menstrual cycles/blood. mentions of dying. tooth rotting fluff. Eddie is a cutie pie. pet names used; sweetheart, baby, honey. shitty writing/spelling errors; if you find any plz ignore it lolololololol.

a/n: i'm currently in so much pain from my period and the only thing i want is for someone to coddle me and tell me i'm going to be ok. i hope you guys enjoy this very small thing, it's not much and it's not good but maybe it'll help you feel good on those days when life is shit. love you all <3

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You're dying, a slow, painful, and mournful death. At this point you stopped caring, stopping all the begging you've done all morning for your life to continue. If this was how you were going out than so be it, you just wished your end had come faster.

You've already bled through two pairs of panties and two pairs of shorts, now left in your trusty period panties and an oversized shirt. Your stomach was bloated to the point it was uncomfortable, your breasts were so swollen that your chest felt like it was going to concave under the weight, and your back felt as if it was going to snap in half at any moment.

It felt like you tried everything, ibuprofen, heating pad, and propping a pillow in between your legs - none of the tricks worked. Now you were left in the fetal position, arms wrapped around your middle and knees pulled to your chest.

For the past how ever many hours you've been moaning out in pain, the stabbing feeling in your uterus just too much to handle. You're sure if someone were to walk in and see you they'd think you were insane and right now you couldn't blame them.

You did look insane, hair wild and matted to your face from all the sweat you've accumulated, voice hoarse and scratchy from all the wounded animal sounds you've made, and your face screwed up in an unflattering way.

Your phone has gone unanswered all day, the only person to have texted you was Eddie. At first it was only tik toks, small comments he thought would make you giggle, and then it turned into him updating you about his day at work, and finally worried questions about if you were okay.

You felt so fucking guilty for not responding, not telling him that you were fine but you just physically couldn't move from your crouched position. This only made you angrier, the fact that your temporarily paralyzed and are restricted from doing the things you need to do.

The fridge sits empty and in need of new groceries, laundry stays piled up by the washer where they wait to be cleaned, and Eddie is waiting for your response worrying about your well being - that is if he hasn't already contacted the national guard to track your location.

Everything is so shitty, the pain, the hurting, the guilt, the frustration. You feel like you're a balloon that's been filled up too much and is waiting to burst at the seams.

You don't have to take long before the heated tears from your eyes fall down, hitting the bridge of your nose, only to land on the pillow beneath your head. It's not a violent cry, at least not yet, just frustrated tears that seem to slip away from their barricade.

You don't even notice the front door of your apartment opening or the sound of Eddie calling for your name, only focusing on the pulsating of your uterus that debilitates your body.

"Fuck, baby I've been worried about you," You don't even turn and look at him, your eyes are still harshly closed. By the sound of his voice you know he's out of breath, brown curls probably wild from the speed of his running.

"Shit, sweetheart, are you okay?" The worry in his voice hits right on the spiderweb crack, shattering you into a million little pieces.

You can't hold it back, the wailing that rips from your throat is something close to bone chilling. Tears streams from your eyes without relent, whole body shaking from the cries that rip from your body.

It doesn't take more than thirty seconds to feel the bed dip as your boyfriend crawls into bed next to you. He doesn't think twice before pulling you in, one arm wrapped around your back and the other soothing down your hair on the side of your head.

"It's okay, baby. M'here, you're okay." Eddie coos and it's like music to your ears.

The warmth from his body fills you in a way your heating pad couldn't. Even with the mucus that fills your nose you catch a whiff of his scent, smoke, pine, and outside -undoubtedly him. His calloused hand runs soothingly up and down your back, allowing your bones to relax into his touch.

Eddie doesn't have to ask, he knows you better than you know yourself, and the way your scrunched up on your bed and crying he knows that you've been battling your pain all day.

"Sweetheart, you have to breath. Can you do that for me? Take one big deep breath, s'all I want, okay?"

You nod your head against his chest, following the way his chest moves as he demonstrates for you. Between hiccupped breaths and streaming tears, you allow your lungs to fill up with as much air as you can take in, releasing it right after in one long exhale.

"Good job, baby. Did such a good job f'me." Eddie's being soft with you, a side of him he only allows you to see and no one else.

You let his praise melt over you, soaking it right up like the plants in a drought. For the first time since you woke up you feel lighter, something you only feel when Eddie's by you. The cramps that have been going nonstop have finally subsided, the presence of your boyfriend scaring them away.

"It hurt so bad, Eds. S'really bad today." Your voice is shaky, as if one wrong move and you can break out into another sob.

"I know, honey, but it's okay. I'm gonna take care of you, kay? I'm gonna make it all better."

You both know that he has no control over what your body decides to do but just the promise alone has your worries easing away. Your body relaxes into him, your knees slowly falling down to their normal position until your laying right up against him.

"On a scale from one to ten, where are you at?" You take a moment to think about it, really evaluating the squeezing of your organs.

"Was a ten but now it's like a seven."

Eddie hums, his hand still soothing up and down your back. A small pause settles over his words, like he's trying to wrack his brain for the next action he's going to make so you can feel better.

"How 'bout you get some rest, then when you get up we'll get you something to eat? Sound okay?" You nod again, too tired to form any sort of response.

Eddie acknowledges your response with a kiss to the top of your head, making you hum in content when he does. It doesn't take long for the tiredness of your body to settle over you, quiet snores coming from your nose in no time.

Even if his arms fall asleep and his back feels stiff, Eddie stays there with you, soothing you in your sleep to ensure that your pain stays at bay. When you do wake up he's right there, waiting for you with some water and more medicine before helping you into the shower.

He's not magic and he has no idea what to do when it comes to woman's health but Eddie Munson will be damned if a period makes his girl cry like that again.

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[elcucuylover]

Planet KD736 Expedition

(Authors note:this was something original for a horror story contest, the original was at a 15000 word limit but I didn't win so I'm adding more to it and publishing it cause I can. This was inspired by an animation I saw on TikTok I really like it. This is mainly creature horror. :] Edit: this got heavily edited I reread it was horribly dry and boring so I re wrote it for the most part. Enjoy)

I thought my crewmates always exaggerated when saying I recklessly put myself in tough situations to prove myself. I never believed them, till now.

This root has been prodding into my back for well over an hour. I can't move away, or I'll be completely submerged in the water. My thigh is a swollen red balloon of pain and irritation.

These flies won't leave me be, buzzing in my ear every five seconds and swarming around my wound. I'm being cooked alive inside this suit- more like being boiled with how much water it's absorbing.

My head hurts, my flashlight is dying and I don't understand a single thing about this stupid planet. I'm sure I'm gonna get yelled at for this but I rather that than being stuck here any longer.

This swamp has an unpleasant citrus smell. This tree is the only thing keeping me afloat in this muck.

My arms ache, too tired of holding myself up in this mud ridden, torn suit that's gaining more weight the longer I'm here, it's amazing I'm able to hold half my body up. I can only observe the large almost gator-like creatures in the waters.

They seem mostly docile, their beady glass eyes reflecting my bleak face. The stalking birds in the trees, their prying claw waiting for a taste of my flesh when I long pass. Thousands of little chirps and croaks emitting all around me.

I'm going to die of boredom by the time the my team gets here. My headache and anxiousness were starting to create a soft beating under my eye. I created a rhythm to the pattern of the animal sounds I heard. It was comforting.

Suddenly there was an overwhelming smell of something awful. It smelt like something rotting and burning, I could feel the remains of my breakfast stirring in my stomach. And the moment I opened my eyes something hit the water.

I could feel the water thrashing me around, almost making me lose my grip on the tree. I lifted my head and looked around to see what was going on. The smell moved on and only its memory lingered, something was off but I couldn't place it.

I saw nothing. The animals didn't seem to care. So clearly whatever it was wasn't a danger to them, meaning it wasn't a danger to me.

I thought, trying to downplay the situation as much as possible."It was probably just a branch falling in the water... it was a branch." Clearly i was scared and panicking.

Jesus this place was going to give me the biggest migraine ever.

After going over the rhythm in my head about 500 times. I thought I was going to go insane and that these animals wouldn't shut up.

So the abrupt silence immediately caught my attention. Everything going silent, trying their best to go unnoticed. Is never a good sign, especially since they were doing a much better job than me; a sense of nausea started creeping in.

It was like a wave washing over me. I looked up to figure out why everything was so eerily quiet. The gator doppelgangers were nowhere to be found, the birds were gone, the water was still and every little noise disappeared.

Yet I was not alone. I could feel it. A deep, heavy pit in my stomach grew, warning me. About something in front of me that I couldn't see.

I remembered all the stories I would hear about people's instincts warning them about places or people. I always wanted to know how it felt if it was a rush or a sudden want to be invisible. I never considered the possibility that it was an immediate flurry of thoughts swarming your mind screaming at you to run.

But there was no ground to run on.

Jesus I can't even see the thing making me feel like this. I looked up, I can only try to get further up the tree. The branches were higher than I could jump even without the thousand-pound suit and my busted-up leg.

I repositioned my hands trying to be able to support my weight despite their exhaustion. I figured if I could get myself on the giant root I had my hand on, I could sit there and rest.

I was going to treat this thing like it was any other animal. It was the only logical thing I could think of, to move slowly and cautiously. I rather take the safer option than trying to make myself seem like a bigger threat, I just be the bigger idiot if I did.

I managed to push myself off the root and raise myself slightly, while keeping my movements slow, which was much harder than I thought it would be. I tried to keep my eyes in the direction of whatever was in front of me, and behind me.

Taking my eyes off of it is a mistake. Something inside myself shouted that just I felt soft ripples in the water fight against my waves. I whipped my head up and froze where I was. My chest tightened and my eyes widened as I could feel the thing move in the water. The waves moved to my left, before I couldn't feel them any more.

It was behind me. I imagine it circling me, like I was its prey. If I'm not then I have no idea what else it would consider me. I tried to look at my left, my right, even behind the tree. I didn't know where it was anymore. That pit in my stomach exploded into full-fledged panic.

I didn't even try to move quietly anymore, I pulled myself up as much as I could and moved toward the large root. I was gonna make it! My panic turned to hope. I was going to be out of the water, my arms could rest, I could finally rest! I felt the soft ripples of the water on my right and hurried up my ascent when the feeling of something slimy, soft, and heavy brushed against my hand.

Quickly moving down to my fingers. I moved before I could think. I yanked my hand away, a sudden clamp pressed down on my finger. It was wet and hard yet smooth. It pressed hard into my finger the pain felt like my finger was being pulled off. I yelped and pushed my hand on the tree to pull away.

My force pushed me off the tree as it released my finger, gravity pulled me down into the water. If it wasn't for the stupid root snagging onto me, I may as well drowned myself. My torso was still above the water but my legs were now fully submerged and so was my wound. The water didn't sting, but bite marks on my finger did. It broke through the skin, but was a miracle it wasn't broken.

I grabbed my flashlight, thanking the lord that the small string tying it to my waist didn't snap. I couldn't risk holding it. My light floated on the water and put my hand in front of it. Not including my finger, nothing was on my hands. No moles, cysts, cuts, nothing. Only the stomach aching thoughts of what infections I'd possibly get.

I kept my flashlight on despite its constant flickering. Anything that moved or made a sound I shined my light on. I gave myself a migraine and was shaking every second. I wasn't sure if it was because of the idea of thousands of little bugs crawling on me or if I was starting to become hypothermic.

My light started to go out on me. I shut it off hoping to conserve it and gathered up my courage to place my hand back on the tree. The root prodded into me as I lifted myself. This suit is really heavy now. I'm tired, I still don't hear the regular animals around me anymore but I couldn't help but be nervous.

I decided to give my hand a break and tried to contact the rescue team. "Hey...Are- are you guys here yet or are you guys still in orbit?" I waited for minutes, but nothing.

"Hey! Answer me, did you guys land yet?...Please tell me yes." Another five minutes and a response. "Found some of your equip - idiot why - do-." Thank god, they were breaking up but it didn't matter, I was being saved.

"Hurry up, I'm cold and hungry." I exasperated with a chuckle."Freakin- should leave- tay hungry." I felt at ease hearing their angry voices. I could perfectly imagine the face they were making. I closed my eyes, feeling more at ease but that unnerving feeling was still running rampant in me. I counted like I would when I was a kid to calm myself more I barely made it past 20 when I felt something drip on me.

Is it raining? I opened my eyes and saw no rain. Even the firefly's were gone but that horrid smell was completely engulfing me, I could taste my breakfast in my mouth, I coughed it back and started to breath through my mouth. Another two drips fell, I looked up sick and confused.

I fixated into the void black sky trying to see what was dripping. I squinted up into the tree and saw something, something big, quickly speeding across the dense branches. The leaves trembled, as blood-draining bleating could be heard accompanied by the thumping of the tree. The leaves fell down on me as it speed over my head.

A huge splash could be heard as it jumped into the water. I panicked and reached for my flashlight. I fell into the water. The only thing keeping my head above water was the root, ripping into my suit and gauging itself into my back.

I groaned in pain but quickly changed my focus to looking for that thing. I saw nothing, the dim silence surrounding me made me lose whatever clarity I had. I was panicking. I could barely catch my breath. My eyes stung as tears fell.

I wanted to be saved. "Where are you guys!?" I shouted into the radio, my voice cracked. My fear and pain mixing into my voice. With the last flickers of my light, I saw a mop of hair rise in the water, at least 30 feet away. It was thick and messy, it smelt horrible and I had the nagging feeling that there was more than I could see.

I the air left my lungs as the mane slowly moved towards me then disappeared as it dived further into the water in front of me.

My eyes wide and full of anticipation couldn't follow it anymore as it disappeared underneath me. I frantically searched over the water for my crew. My breath was shallow and could bearly stay in my lungs long enough before I started hyperventilate. "Oh god, please I can't-".

I stuck my light under the water to see where it was. Then the flickering quickly turned to darkness. I cried out and desperately tried to reach for the roots again. I managed to barely touch them. I need to get closer. I felt like dying every time the branch even slightly shifted but given the circumstances, I would actually die if I didn't endure this pain.

I pushed myself to the trunk, the root going deeper into my back, expanding its presence to the left side of my body. I stifled my scream to a guttural groan and clenched my hand onto the tree. Tears blurred my vision as I grabbed my flashlight and reached for the end of the branch.

Something slithered on my hands again and the horrible smell wafted into my face. I felt like gagging the moment I noticed it. I continued to reach over the branch even through the reoccurring pain on my finger reminding me of what the last time I did this. But my life is worth more than my fingers. I finally was able to put both my arms over the root, I sighed and laid then with tears and a smile.

I saw something piercing through the water. I squinted my eyes as I raised my head away from the water. I made out two white rimmed pupils looking at me, mimicking me. I moved to the left and it glided in the water to look me dead in the eyes. I watched in horror as it slowly disappeared into the water.  I shuddered as the smell grew. I looked around trying to find out where the mane of hair was.

Then I saw it, 20 may 15 feet away. I turned my body to it, locking onto it. I grimaced as it disappeared again, I looked into the water trying to follow it as the smell didn't leave with it. I looked down in front of me, little movement by my legs caught my eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a jaw with pristine white teeth trying to nibble at my suit getting closer to my flesh.

It didn't belong to any skull but some extended muscle like tendril. I moved my leg away and it pulled back. I waited for what seemed like only a minute before I could hear something, something big, quickly rise out of the water. I didn't even see what it was before it slammed into me, smacking me away from tree.

I was thrusted away from my only hope and propelled back into that stupid twig. The root broke off and stuck itself into my back. I cried out and reached for the rest of the branch that was left. My body bobbed in the water as I sobbed out for my friends to come and get me. I could feel blood coming out of my fingers as the pain beat down on me like wave.

I sniffled when I heard the familiar static of my radio. I reached for it only to feel emptiness. I searched around for it only to find that it was out of my reach. Floating on the water.

"Yo- where are you? We can't see you, shine your light." My smile broke through as I heard those words. I grabbed my light and quickly turned it off and on twice. My pain started to wash away into sickening fear and anxiety, it wasn't turning on anymore. I sobbed out pleading with whatever forced played over my life to not to kill me here. Then soft motor started to muffle over my sobs and flashing lights blinded my eyes instead of my tears. The boats. I could see our boats.

"Kaya! I'm here! Please! oh god thank you! Kaya! Kaya! Over Here Please!" I shouted, my voice was loud and full of pain. Full of relief. Full of fear. Filled with hope. I was finally going to get out of the water. I would be safe. I splashed my hand against the water making as much noise as possible. I joy over took my mind as all the lights turned over to me.

"There's something in the water!! Get me out! Please!" I saw the angry face of Kaya sticking the middle finger at me, but it quickly turned to shock. My face was full of fear and blood and sweat, the water around was dyed red and my suit was torn. I be horrified if I saw myself too.

I rested my head on my hands and chuckled a cry. Thank you, god. I felt grateful to the tree, to the root. Even though it was the main source of my pain it was the only comfort I had, the only thing keeping me safe. Keeping water out my lungs.

I looked back up with the largest smile. Then my gut rushed up to my throat as that disgusting smell wafted in the air. I covered my mouth to stop my self from throwing up and panicking. It was back. "Kaya! Kaya hurry!!" I saw his face suddenly in pure shock then he opened his mouth to say something, pointing out in the water but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't even see him properly, he was just a shining light.

A shooting pain was going through my entire body, my eyes were blurred and felt something thick was spilling on my face. I raised my hand to feel what it was but something overtook my arm. My shoulder was aching then suddenly burning. It was burning so bad I felt like I was on fire. I looked down and the root was pushed through my shoulder. I gasped out of pain as my breath couldn't be caught.

I looked up at Kaya, fearfully, painfully wanting him to save me. He was yelling something but all I could hear was a ringing. And that smell was so over bearing I couldn't even breath. When suddenly I couldn't see him anymore, I couldn't see anything.

I couldn't breathe either, all I felt was water and thick slimy hair tangling itself on my arms and legs. I screamed out and pulled against it. I was exhausted, the root was still in my back and now my shoulder. My leg was aching every time I moved. The suit wasn't any help either, the hair started to get tangled up with it. My head started to feel light and it feels like a match was lit in my throat as if smoke filled my lungs. I was going to drown.

I grabbed at my throat, I didn't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I wrapped my hands against the hair and pulled it off, I raised and stretched my legs farther than its hair could. My lunges started to burn it felt like they were about to explode. I freed myself and struggled to swipe, my muscles were screaming for me to stop. I kept moving up, I could see their lights shining in the water. I kept swimming up with just my arms and a single leg.

I felt something sharp dig itself into my leg and break apart in me. I screamed and looked down trying to pull it out. Suddenly something bite me. I pulled back and tried again but something kept biting me. I was running out of air, I reached down not caring about the biting anymore. My vision was starting to get blocked as the water got darker when I grasped whatever was in my leg.

I felt tears get wiped away by the water as I cried in pain, when i started to pull. Suddenly it felt like a searing hot iron was pressed into my leg as I pulled it out. I didn't give myself time to think before my body starting to swim up. Then I grabbed at my throat. I started to let water into my mouth. Then I passed out.

I suddenly didn't feel like swimming anymore, I'm in so much pain. I'm so tired.

I opened my eyes and before i can even regain consciousness I started to choked up water. I gasped for air and cried out as i doubled over in pain. I looked up to see Kaya he was soaking wet, and cry. I was in shock but suddenly I started to hear everything all at once.  The motor running, their loud yelling, the wind beating. I cried out and cover my ears.

Everyone was scrabbling around and the wind was still beating on me as we speed through the swap. They took the suit off me. It was like pounds of weight being shed. They quickly got to addressing my wounds, I could bearly feel anything I couldn't even hear them.

They were talking to me, putting pressure on my shoulder, dumping alcohol on my leg, showcasing my bone, they didn't touch the branch borrowed into my back but kept wincing at its sight. Trying to stop the blood loss the best they could.

I could barely move. I felt something move in my leg, I looked down. I saw something small, wriggle around. I shuddered and almost screamed out when I saw it. Then I felt a slight burn, it slowly build back my muscles. I jolted up and shivered, I looked around no one saw it. I studied it some more and covered it with my arm.

I calmed my heart, and looked up at Kaya. He looked different, in fact the world looked different, a different shade of color. Kaya held my hand and brushed my hair back and took care of the wound on my forehead. I looked down on my leg and saw more of the worm like things, I felt squeamish. But chuckled slightly when I couldn't see my bone any more.

I looked up at Kaya and smiled slightly. "I'll be just fine... We can all rest." He flashed me a smile but was stiff. "Yeah.. we can rest soon. Look the ships over there, you're gonna feel better in a bit I promise." I looked over and saw the ship. A smile creeped onto my face, tears wet my face. "All of us will rest soon."

[oohlove-oohloverboy]

Rami and Joe on some long ass road trip, chilling, going through spotify playlists they made for the occassion, when Joe just flat out, "I'm wearing the black lacy panties, btw" and Rami is like, gripping the steering wheel, thanking whoever's out there no one else is on the road and pulls the car over so he CAN SEE THEM

AO3 Link! [x]

“Also, just so you know, I’m wearing those lacy black panties you got me for my birthday.”

Rami, to his own surprise, didn’t slam on the brake or swerve off the road.

His voice did come out dangerously shaky, though, when he said, “You - what?” He couldn’t stop himself from glancing at Joe out of the corner of his eye.

Joe, who was staring right back with a tiny smirk on his face that Rami recognized as trouble immediately. “You heard me.”

Fuck. Rami took in a deep breath, and let it out purposefully slowly. Less than thirty seconds, and they’d gone from playfully joking around, to a comfortable silence, to such charged tension that Rami could probably pop it like a balloon. He’d also personally gone from flaccid to pressing against his zipper at lightning speed, and he didn’t know if that was the reason he was suddenly lightheaded, or because the image of Joe wearing those panties under his jeans was just that dizzying.

“Okay,” he said tightly. “Okay. Alright.” FUCK. “Alright.”

Joe hummed and shifted a little, and Rami glanced back over to find his legs spread pointedly, as much as he could get them in a car seat, anyway. His bulge was… very pronounced, now, and he had the hysterical thought come passing through of he’s wearing silk under those jeans right fucking now.

He may have, possibly, whimpered out loud at that thought when he turned his eyes back to the road.

“If I could make a suggestion,” Joe said, sounding far less bothered than Rami felt. “It’s gonna get dark soon, and the road is pretty deserted, I’d say.” His voice gained an amused twang at the end that had Rami huffing at his dumb pun. Deserted. Sigh. Yeah, they were in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico right about now, but… “There is absolutely no reason you can’t pull over to make sure I’m not lying.”

“Oh, I believe you,” Rami said, too high-pitched to come off as calm, and scowled a little when Joe had to stifle a laugh at his expense.

“But don’t you wanna be sure?” Joe said, drawing it out just-so, and Rami clenched his jaw and his hands on the steering wheel hard enough to ache. He let out a harsh breath through his nose.

Fuck it.

He pulled over to the side of the road jerkily enough to give them both a good lurch when he pulled it into park, leaving Joe snickering as he wrestled his seat belt off. “Don’t laugh.” He could feel himself pouting, even as he was struggling to open the door.

“I’m not!” Joe lied easily, seemingly having no problem releasing himself from his own seat belt and slipping out of the car to follow Rami into the back. He was tempted to keep arguing just for the sake of arguing, but before he could do more than open his mouth, they were together in the back seat with the doors closed and Joe was reclining to lay down with his legs spread. Instead of the remark he wanted to make, what happened was a sharp intake of breath and a very soft sigh that had Joe grinning cheekily. What a little shit. Rami had no doubt he’d planned this.

In response, he rearranged himself between Joe’s legs, leaving one palm pressed to his bulge and the other on his inner thigh so Joe could buck into it and hiss at the pressure. He was tempted to only give Joe that tiny relief, let him hump his hand to completion and utterly ruin his panties while Rami watched, but he wanted - he needed to see.

His hands went to Joe’s zipper, undoing it with ease despite how Joe’s hips rose and fell as another layer was removed between his cock and freedom. As soon as his eyes caught sight of it caught under the black satin, lace straining to accommodate and having a difficult time of it, his cock swollen under the fabric, he couldn’t stop himself - he was bending down to lick over the silk and leaving a wet trail behind him that left Joe hissing and jerking under his hands where they were planted on his hips to keep him still.

“Fuck,” he muttered with feeling, lifting his own hands to card through Rami’s hair and grab two fistfuls and pull. Rami could admit that he whimpered at the sensation, a jolt of arousal shooting down his spine and leaving him painfully aware of his own cock and how it was still trapped under two layers of tight clothing. He mouthed at Joe’s under the silk, panting on it and darkening the satin with his saliva. Joe was practically trembling under him, his thighs quaking on either side of his body, and, frankly, Rami wasn’t fairing much better, humping into thin air for some kind of relief. Maybe if he shifted to lay on his stomach… but the seat wasn’t long enough for that…

He whimpered again when Joe tugged his hair, more purposefully this time, pulling him off of his cock and pressing his face into his stomach, where it was visible now that his shirt had been rucked up. “What d’you wanna do, Ram?” Oh, he already sounded so… “You gotta tell me, I gotta find the condoms if-”

“Wanna-” Rami swallowed, rubbing his forehead into Joe’s naval to keep from looking him in the eye. Joe just used the fingers in his hair to start combing through it, pushing through his curls calmly and soothingly until Rami could talk without choking on his own bashfulness. He was sure Joe could feel the heat of his blush on his bare skin. “Wanna - wanna suck you off, I want it, I-”

“We can do that,�� Joe interrupted sharply, his fingers tightening and making a mewl get caught in Rami’s throat. He knew his tone wasn’t from impatience, or anger, because he felt the way his cock jumped to hit his chin at his words. “That is so fine, babe, I have no problem-”

“Then let me-”

Joe’s grip loosened just enough for Rami to shift down so he could get his mouth on his cock again, only to whine at the way the new position made the denim of his fly twist uncomfortably against his own hard-on, and he sunk back down. Joe moved instead, letting go of Rami’s hair so he could push himself up and bring Rami with him. It was just enough for Joe to stay under him and reach down and cup him at the same time, which had Rami shivering, but when he squeezed, he was gasping breathlessly into his chest and bucking into the pressure before Joe decided to put him out of his misery and undo his zipper. He even went so far as to stick his hand into his underwear and give him a few dry tugs that were as relieving as they were a little too much.

All to soon, the hand retreated, leaving Rami’s cock out in the open out of his jeans and underwear, no matter how much he tried to chase the touch with his hips, and Joe was squirming again, shifting so he was back on his back and Rami’s head was resting just over his bulge. He just let himself stare for a few seconds, trying to find his breath. How had he been so thoroughly wrecked so quickly? “Now, I know I’m a delectable specimen, Rams, but staring isn’t gonna get you anywhere,” Joe teased, making Rami curl his lip and send him a pointed look that Joe met with a delighted grin before he planted his hands on either side of his hips and bent back down to run his tongue over the line of Joe’s cock where it was stretching the already-wet black silk.

That earned him a choked-off groan that left him moderately smug, before he really got to work.

By the time Joe’s hips had a mind of their own, and he was letting out little shouts at every pass of his tongue, the satin was positively soaked, from saliva and pre-come both, near see-through and giving Rami a wonderful view of just how hard he was under those panties. The tip had just started to pop out from the waistband, glaringly red against Joe’s pale stomach and happy trail, when Rami decided he’d had enough of only half tasting him, and latched his teeth on the waistband to drag it down and free his cock. The rest of it was just as red, shiny and wet, and Joe let out a frankly indecent moan as it was finally bared, the hot flesh cooling just that much in the air.

Rami didn’t give him much time to savor it, because he was licking up the underside of his cock as soon as he could, from the base to the head, leaving it even shinier in the dying sunlight outside their car, before running the flat of his tongue over his slit and gathering up as much pre-come as he could to swallow and breathe out over it.

It left Joe’s cock twitching and Joe himself whispering, almost to himself, reverently, “Jesus fucking Christ.” When Rami, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth to lick his lips, still dangerously close to the head, glanced up at him, he saw his pupils blown to hell, his lips red and swollen from how hard he’d been biting them, and his face wildly pink, from his cheeks all the way down his neck to under the collar of his shirt. Rami didn’t quite smirk at the sight, since he’d stopped breathing for a moment from the way it’d made his cock throb, but it was a close thing. Instead, he took in a deep breath, kept eye contact, and opened his mouth to sink down as far as he could on Joe’s cock without gagging in one go.

The good news was, Rami managed to clasp his hands onto Joe’s hips before they could buck and make the head hit the back of his throat, and Joe was groaning loudly at the combination of the feeling of his cock in his mouth and what Rami was sure made quite a sight, his lips stretched around him, pink and shiny, looking up at him with eyes that were just starting to tear up.

He pulled off again to catch his breath, feeling shaky all over, not quite sure how he was still able to keep himself up, and watched Joe roll his head back and curse under his breath before blowing cool air on his cock. It made him jerk and curse much louder, this time, and then Rami was leaning back in, taking just the head into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed, tasting him as he leaked a little more onto his tongue when he swirled it around his slit and up and under. He took him a little deeper, then, just deep enough to drag his teeth along the hyper-sensitive skin and leave Joe trembling under him, raising one leg from where it had been bent at Rami’s side to kick the sole of his foot into the window. It left Rami humming with amusement around him, earning him another buck of his hips for his trouble.

He pulled back again, blowing cool air again, descended again, and repeated once, twice, three times, before going deeper, as deep as he had before, deep enough to not quite set off his gag reflex but to get his eyes to water, and he took in a breath through his nose before swallowing around him-

“Fucking-” Joe’s hand was back in his hair, forcibly pulling him off his cock, to Rami’s immense disappointment, as evidenced by the pitiful whine that escaped him and the way his eyes blinked back open curiously, his vision a little blurry from the tears that hadn’t fallen. His throat wasn’t quite sore, but his voice would definitely be a little hoarse tomorrow, and the thought made him whimper, leaving all his weight on one arm so he could shove his other one down to grab the base of his cock to keep himself from reaching that edge just yet, just yet.

And then Joe’s other hand, the one that wasn’t tight in his hair, was jerking himself off inches from his face, using the leftover saliva and the pre-come still leaking from the tip to ease the way. Getting where this was going, Rami’s lips parted, tongue just peeking out past his teeth in anticipation, and that seemed to do it for Joe, because it took less than four more passes for him to come all over his face with a hiss and a guttural grunt. Rami managed to catch most of it in his mouth, to be fair, but what he didn’t catch landed on his lips, his cheeks, his chin - one precocious stripe had painted his adam’s apple, actually, Rami could feel it when he swallowed it all down, already drying.

The edge he’d been trying to hold himself off from was suddenly right fucking there, and he didn’t think he’d be able to keep himself from coming even if he tried - which he was. He whined, squirming, his fingers tight around the base of his cock, god, how hard was he? If he jerked himself off once it’d probably be enough to do him in. Joe, who wasn’t quite into the ‘absolutely useless post-coital bliss’ part of his orgasm yet, shifted just-so, dropping his leg from the window to push himself back and up, somehow without the lethargy and heavy limbs Rami associated with him after having just come. He kept his hold on Rami’s hair the whole time, keeping him relatively still while he maneuvered them both into kneeling positions, and then was reaching between them to uncurl Rami’s fingers from around the base of his cock and replace them with his own.

Rami’s mouth opened around a soundless gasp, pawing at Joe’s chest, neck arching, eyes fluttering back shut, and the combination of the feeling of Joe’s hand thick in his curls, keeping his head pulled back to bare his throat, the feeling of drying come on the lower half of his face and the dried tear tracks already there, the feeling of his thighs shaking with the exertion of holding himself up, the feeling of Joe’s fingers dancing back and forth on his cock, with just enough pressure to not leave him unsatisfied, the feeling of Joe’s tongue sliding up his throat to lick up the stripe of come he’d put there-

Rami, with his mouth still open, found himself bucking once, twice, before coming into Joe’s hand with a high-pitched keen that petered off into a deeper moan, then soft sighs and mewls as Joe worked him through the aftershocks.

It felt like hours before they got their breath back, and Rami was left with a pleasant ache echoing down his spine after Joe released his hair and pushed him back onto his haunches, cracking his eyes back open. It was pretty dark by now, the sun had definitely set already, but he had no problem seeing the self-satisfied grin on Joe’s face that made him fondly roll his eyes and lightly slap his shoulder. “Oh, hush.”

“So that’s a yes on the panties?”

“Hush.”

“I’m just sayin’, after my birthday, and this, I wouldn’t mind if you borrow ‘em next time-”

The second slap was much harder, and left Joe snickering into the dark.