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When he wakes up, it's still dark - dark, but light enough that the stars aren't quite visible anymore. Nevertheless, he takes a moment, still prone on the ground, eyes open, searching the pale-dawn-sky for --

For nothing.

He moves to his feet, smoothly but with a hint of pain. Crouches, does a quick series of stretches.

He rummages through his bag, quietly enough not to wake those nearest him - a good twenty feet away, under a tree - and starts discarding what isn't useful anymore. He'll leave as soon as the gates open.

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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.

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