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There, that torrent of words, that's just what Guy wants to hear. It's insanely erotic, in a visceral, incomprehensible way, and Guy stops - just for a second - to catch his breath, that's all.

He brings a hand up, to Jasper's neck, and he can feel his pulse thudding away.

He has a living, breathing person, curled this close, one who wants him. And it still doesn't seem real.

Guy steps back from Jasper, taking his hand. Presses a kiss to the inside of Jasper's wrist, and leaves Jasper's hand there, on Guy's cheek. And he guides both of them down, so that Jasper is on top of Guy, straddling him, on a flat rock, more or less dry, shaded from the sun.

Fuck, what does that even mean? The way Guy takes his hand, kisses his wrist and holds it to his face, even as he pulls them both down to the rocks. Like he needs this, but still doesn't quite believe it.

Well, fuck that. Jasper's real, and he's right here, and he wants, Jesus Christ, he wants Guy so fucking bad.

"Yeah," he says, more a breath than a word, shoving Guy's shirt up under his arms. God, he looks good, all muscle; chest rapidly rising and falling in desire. "Fuck, Guy, I want you so fucking much," he sighs, pressing his face into Guy's neck and then lower, licking a path down his chest; his stomach.

He only lifts his head to breathe broken words against Guy's skin. "Anything you want, you know that, right? God, it's been so fucking long, and I want you, yeah, touch me, please, Guy... touch me."

Guy hitches up to pull his shirt off, then his hands are at Jasper's, urging it up, over his head. Jasper is too fucking skinny, with bruises still from the beating that Royal gave him - so Guy is gentle, gentle but still firm, as he tugs Jasper down, takes his mouth with a calm, fierce certainty.

He shifts Jasper's hips forward, a bit, rolling their erections together, breaking the kiss so he can hear more of that, more of Jasper's voice.

"Ah," Jasper gasps when the kiss breaks and shit, shit, this is getting really close.

He pulls back for a second, letting Guy pull his shirt off, too, because fuck, they should both at least be naked when he loses it like a fucking sixteen year old. But he presses down against Guy, chest to chest and, unfortunately still clothed cock to cock, and the words fall out of him as unconscious as breathing, as easy as the moan that rolls up in his throat when Guy grinds up against him like... fuck, like that.

"Don't, Christ," Jasper's panting and he doesn't care. "Don't you fucking dare be gentle with me. Don't make me wait for you, god, please..."

Wait for him?

Guy rolls them, settling over Jasper, between his legs. Taking control - kindly and gently, but taking it. He skims a hand up Jasper's thigh, sipping kisses from his mouth. Yeah, and he'd fuck Jasper into the ground, so long as he knew it was all right. Because there's nothing here for lubricant but water, nothing here for privacy except walls of rock and the rush of the waterfall.

His fingers hook under the waistband of Jasper's pants, urging them down. His hand slides along the curve of Jasper's ass, and when he glances up, it's a question, again. Hopefully a question Jasper can understand.

Guy flips him over and fuck yes, just like that. Jasper's never been so glad for his skinny ass before, when Guy tugs his pants down without even undoing them first, looking up at him for an answer, and is he serious?

"You heard that shit I was babbling a minute ago, right?" Jasper says, voice lust-rough and ragged. "'Anything you want?' Because yes, yeah, god, you can fuck me, Guy." He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, not caring where they land and hitches his hips up, bending a leg to give Guy better access.

"Fuck me, Guy," repeats Jasper, and it sounds better, hotter, every time he says it. "Use spit or whatever, I don't care. I can take it. I want it."

Oh god.

Guy rests his head, for a moment, in the crook of Jasper's neck. Then a sharp bite and he shifts into action, pressing Jasper's leg up so that it's curled. And then he reaches up, slipping one finger, two into Jasper's mouth, quick and sure, thumb tracing along his lip. His eyes are pure black, completely absorbed in everything Jasper is giving him. Every reaction, every word, every twitch, every groan --

One hand flattens on Jasper's abdomen, and then the other traces down between his legs, circling in a tease around his hole.

Jasper lets his eyes fall closed, sucking Guy's fingers; running his tongue over and between them, getting them good and wet because Christ, he knows where they're going. He brings his hands up, closing them around Guy's wrist, keeping his fingers in his mouth for just a little longer; and he slits his eyes open, watching Guy's eyes go dark... and Jasper can't help thinking that the next time they do this (hell, if there is a next time, he wants a next time), he really wants to suck Guy's dick. Like, really fuckin' bad.

Jasper moans around Guy's fingers, mumbling profanities around them, still talking even with his mouth full, and he tries not to be disappointed when Guy takes his hand away because he knows what it means. Guy holds him down, one hand flat and possessive on his stomach, while the other...

"Yes," he hisses as Guy teases him, and it may have been a long time, but there are some things he'll never forget; and some things that'll always feel good, even when they hurt. Maybe because they hurt.

"Come on, Guy, do it," Jasper demands. "Stop fucking teasing and just give it to me."

No. He won't stop teasing.

But he might make Jasper beg.

And with that he slides both fingers in, at once, hands with the smooth skill of a doctor, a musician. Elegance, but all of it unconscious, because in this case he can't think of anything but the warmth of Jasper's body, how his muscles twist against the invasion, and what it's going to be like sliding so deep inside him that Guy won't be able to breathe any longer.

Guy curls his fingers, his touch gentle and sure. There - just there.

"Oh, jesus... fuck, Guy," Jasper sobs, and he has to reach down between their bodies and grab his cock hard, just to keep from going off when Guy presses, god, bends his fingers and hits the right spot like he just knew exactly where it was.

He arches his hips against Guy's hand, wanting more and harder and now, but Guy holds him still; keeping his fingers moving, but it's just shy of enough.

Jasper watches Guy's face through half-lidded eyes, and laughs a little at the hungry far-away look he wears; like they're already fucking, and Christ, yes... Jasper can see it, too, and he doesn't know how much longer he can wait for it.

"Come on, yeah, man, harder," he pants, getting desperate. "You want me to fucking beg you for it?"

Guy doesn't really want to wait, but he finds himself transfixed. Jasper is insanely alluring - and he shouldn't be, because there really aren't such things as showers anymore, and he's sweaty from the climb, and the rock is dirty, but every line of his body has bent into a curve, a curve tense and aching with desire, muscles shifting under the skin, moving, changing all the time, and Guy could watch this for hours.

He has three fingers in Jasper, then the tip of a thumb, because the more he's stretched, the less the lack of lubricant will matter. And he might fuck Jasper into the ground, but he'll do it carefully and he'll do it right.

"God, you do, don't you? You heartless fucking bastard," says Jasper, but there's no malice in it; nothing but the aching, shifting need pulsing through his body, making him twist and writhe against the rock, against Guy's hand.

"Make me," he sighs, barely audible over the rushing sound of the water, his heartbeat, and ah... it hurts a little, the way Guy is stretching him. And Jasper can't tell how many fingers he has buried in his ass, but he can tell when Guy tucks his thumb in; just barely, and it burns like hell, but he drives his hips down anyway, his own hand skimming up over his cock in a tight, fleeting stroke, and fuck. He can't take it, he can't take this, he needs...

"Please, Guy, please," Jasper begs, biting his own lips, clenching his teeth; wild and completely unselfconscious. "Fuck me, god please! Now, I need to feel you, please, fuck..." he trails off, pressing the back of his fist to his mouth, murmuring pleas and orders and prayers into his hand, hoping that Guy will have mercy on him.

Guy can't wait any longer.

He jerks his fingers free from Jasper. Definitely roughly, but he can't think about that, he can't think at all. Thoughts dissolving, moving from coherence, from order and word and language to blissful quiet, the same as his voice --

He shifts up, over Jasper, hand falling to the rock next to Jasper's shoulder. Other hand guiding his cock into Jasper, pulling close so that the only thing Jasper can do is wrap his legs around Guy's waist, the only option left to just relent to Guy.

And Guy doesn't pause to make sure Jasper has. He drives into him, hard, half-dry, lubed with the remnants of the spit, some water, and it has to be fucking painful, but it is tight, and it's Jasper, and it's all Guy wants.

Jasper screams against his own skin, shoving his wrist in his mouth to muffle it and biting down hard because fuck...

Yeah, that exactly. And it hurts so bad he's seeing stars, but the pain is already fading; subsiding to the sensation of Guy inside him, fucking him, filling him up until Jasper can't feel anything else. Not the dirty rocks digging into his back; the sharp burn of that first thrust; the horrible hollow loneliness he's been carrying for the last few weeks... it's all washed away by the movement of Guy's hips, snapping into his body, and the way Jasper's legs wind up across his broad back, heels digging into the muscle there and keeping him close.

Jasper arches his neck back, exposing his throat and grinding his head against the stone but he doesn't care. Not as long as Guy keeps moving.

"Yes, yes, Guy," he gasps, surrendering completely.

And Guy wants this so bad, so fucking bad that everything, everything he knows could be dropped, just for this, just for Jasper, and how the fuck does this happen in two days?

But he doesn't want to hurt him.

He doesn't, and he is. Through the twisting haze of pleasure, but hurting him all the same. Some pain reminds you you're alive, but sometimes you just want to be flooded with enough ecstasy that you can't control it - and there will be time for that.

Guy will make time for that.

And all this passes through his mind in an instant, midmotion, in images, ideas, not words, words are abandoned. And he takes the most prudent action, in his mind. Smoothly, strongly rolls them. Pulls Jasper on top of him. And maybe Jasper controls the pace, like this, but it's still Guy inside him, still deep enough that neither of them can really breathe.

Guy's hand strokes up Jasper's side. Permission, to go as fast or slow as he'd want to.

Christ, Guy is strong, and Jasper has no idea how he manages to be so coordinated still; rolling them until Jasper's on his knees over Guy's body, and oh, oh fuck... He drops his head, half-collapsing, half-bracing himself against Guy's chest, trying to remember how breathing works; but he can't stop his hips from moving, and the change in angle means that every time they do, Guy's cock hits just right, just there, and Jasper's breath is forced out of him all over again.

He's stuttering against Guy's skin, making helpless noises; crazy, needy sounds too fractured to be words, but he thinks Guy understands anyway. And when Guy trails his hand up Jasper's side, Jasper catches it, guides it down to his ass; wordlessly suggesting that Guy hold on.

"Yeah," he encourages, and starts fucking for real, driving his hips back hard and fast.

It seems as though Guy can feel every inch of Jasper, inside and out; the tight grip of his thighs around Jasper's waist, the gasping way he cries out, and he knows him, can feel Jasper seeking the right angle, can feel him stutter and shake when he finds it.

And more than that, he can feel that Jasper needs. And that need pulls Guy in, not the delicate, searching tug of when they were kissing, but with the screaming, hot-air grip of gravity, fast and uncontrollable and inexorable.

He does hold on to Jasper, part-steadying, part desperation; the grip of Jasper's body is too much. He's too close to the edge. Oh, and he wanted Jasper, he wanted him so badly so fast, and having him is too much to take.

It's so good, and it's so hot, and it's so necessary. God, Jasper needs this, and how the fuck did that happen?

Now, Christ, it has to be now, Jasper can't take much more of this. His rhythm falters as he reaches down between them, takes his cock in hand and...

"Fuck! Guy, I can't - I'm gonna - Jesus Christ, don't stop don't stop don't stop, I'm..." Guy's face is desperate and hungry and so full of wanting him; and it's that look that drives him over, reduces him to a shuddering wreck, striping Guy's chest with his come.

It seems to Guy that his own climax starts in Jasper - that it shivers from Jasper to him. That as soon as something gives way in Jasper, Guy seizes, hand clenching, spine drawn tight. And he's coming, deep and white-hot inside Jasper, and it's still not. Close. Enough.

He draws Jasper down, meeting his lips in a kiss, not caring that he's out-of-breath, that the oxygen is burning in his lungs. Pulls back, and now it's that Jasper is sort of cradled on top of him, Guy still deep inside.

Guy brushes a strand of Jasper's unruly hair away from his forehead. His emotions are clear and shrouded all at once. He has no idea what the hell he's thinking, but he looks up to Jasper, searching his face, and he wonders if Jasper knows it better than he does.

It takes a long time for Jasper's breath to come back to him, and Guy isn't helping with that kiss, but Jasper doesn't really care. He'd rather kiss than breathe right now anyway, especially when Guy shifts under him, just slightly, and Jasper can feel the way they're still joined, for now.

He pulls away from the kiss slowly; the long, gentle suck he gives to Guy's lower lip in parting isn't about hunger anymore, it's about... God, what is it about?

Guy pushes a piece of hair off of Jasper's forehead, and man, he must look like absolute hell. It doesn't look like Guy thinks so, though. Guy's looking at him like... Almost like...

"Holy shit," Jasper says, and then again on a laugh. "Holy shit, dude, that is deep." And he has to lean down and kiss him again.

And Guy shifts them, laying Jasper down next to him, easing out of Jasper's body. Flattens his hand on Jasper's stomach, for a moment, and then he moves to his feet. He reaches one hand out, an offer to pull Jasper with him.

Hey, 'cause the waterfall's an absolutely beautiful natural shower.