Chapter 1: Breeze
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Break was standing under a tree on top of a hill overlooking a valley, a gentle breeze in the air. His hair moved with the air current, along with his jacket as he took a deep inhale.
Suddenly, he felt familiar arms wrap around him from the back. He gave a soft gasp of surprise, but quickly leaned back against the strong chest enveloping him.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” His lover asked against his ear, nibbling on the tip at the end.
Break hummed and smiled into the face pressing against his. “Just stopping to smell the roses… that’s all…”
Chapter 2: Resort
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“Break! Do not make me resort to such crude actions!” Gilbert yelled as he straddled the older’s hips, balancing a plate in his hand, and holding a fork with some greens in the other.
Break thrashed under him. “But I don’t wanna eat my veggies!!!” He pouted back, whipping his head from side to side, trying to avoid the assault.
“Quit-- acting-- like a child-- and get some fibre into you, goddamit!” Gil struggled, trying to apply more of his body weight onto the flailing figure.
“Gil! As much as I enjoy you on top of me, this just isn’t cutting it for me!” Break quipped, and while distracted, Gil shoved the fork in his mouth, earning him a childish glare.
Chapter 3: Easy
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“You think you can hit that target from here?” Break pointed to the bullseye at the end of the shooting range.
Gil scoffed, knowing marksmanship was his forte. “Easy.”
“Alright,” Break plunged his sword into the ground and leaned on the pummel, legs crossed, hip jutting out seductively. “Let’s see it, then…”
Gil gulped and averted his gaze from the distraction, readying his pistol.
Knowing he was within his peripherals, Break turned his attention to the target, leaning on his sword more and exposing his backside slowly.
Gil’s breath hitched.
He fired.
And missed.
Chapter 4: Aware
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He may have been blindfolded, but he was aware of everything around him. ‘Oh God is this how it always feels for him?’ Gil thought as lustful touches danced across his body.
He couldn’t tell where the next contact would land, and Break knew how to be unpredictable. Sometimes it was innocently enough on his arm, other times, between his legs. Sometimes with fingertips, others with the mouth, mixing with tongue or teeth.
These touches were nothing new, but being unable to see how and when they were coming, heightened the sensitivities of his nerve endings.
That’s why he cried out louder than usual when he felt a blunt tip press against his entrance.
Chapter 5: Kid
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“Break, what were you like when you were a kid?” Gilbert asked, tangled sheets all around them, as they basked in the low murmurs and lazy movements of their bodies after the intensities from earlier.
“Me?” Break turned his head to gaze longingly at his partner, thinking of the best answer. “I was… a troublemaker.”
Gil chuckled, leaning on his elbow to peer down at the older. “So you’re telling me that 60+ years later, and nothing changed?”
“Hey, I don’t cause that much trouble anymore!” Break slapped Gil’s shoulder playfully. The younger only deadpanned him. Break chuckled nervously. “Right?”
Chapter 6: Bubble
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“Break, ever heard of the term ‘personal bubble’?” Break was pressed against Gil’s back, standing on his tiptoes to look over Gil’s shoulder to see what he was doing. The cookie dough looked like it was coming along nicely, but Break also did not know the first thing about baking.
“Heard of it. Yes. What of it?” Break replied with a question casually.
“Well, you are currently in it. I love you. But it’s kind of hard to do anything with you clinging to my back like that.”
“Shall I sit on the counter then to observe the food preparations?”
“No, that would be-- Ugh, nevermind, just stay where you are…”
Break reached over to scoop some cookie dough on his finger. “As I thought.”
Chapter 7: Effective
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“Gil, do you even realize how effective you’ve become?” Break looked over to him on a walk through the park. “I only asked you to become my left eye, and here you are, becoming my whole world. That is not an arrangement we agreed upon.” He jested.
Gil blushed, still getting used to Break’s impeccable ways to compliment and questionably insult at the same time. “Listen, I did not plan for this…” He rubbed his neck timidly. “Am I at least doing a good job?”
“Quite. You’re also doing a well job with being my extra, arm, hand, lips, tongue, peni--”
Gil threw his hands around the older embarrassingly, wrapping a hand around the mouth to muffle the sound. “OKAY! That’s enough, I get it!”
Chapter 8: Reject
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“Gil, what would you have done had I rejected you?” Break asked curiously, licking his lollipop.
Gil actually scoffed in disbelief, squeezing the legs on his lap. “You’re telling me there's a chance you could have rejected me? After all the teasing and underhanded flirting throughout the years… You think I didn’t notice?”
Break waved his candy around, speaking hypothetically. “We are professionals, maybe I was just being a really good supervisor to you.”
Gil leaned in across the couch. “And yet, here you are.” He looked at the sweet lips. “Not a chance you could have rejected me.”
“Maybe in another timeline?” Break tried to add as a last ditch attempt to play devil’s advocate.
“Certainly never in this one.” Gil closed his lips over Break’s.
He was right. He would never trade this for anything.
Chapter 9: Top
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“You like being on top, don’t you?” Gil asked, running his hands along the body that was straddling him. Not just straddling, but letting out quiet whimpers as he tried to adjust to the thickness penetrating him. Tears of pleasure adorned his one good eye as he breathed heavily, hot puffs of air coming out of his mouth lustfully as he looked to his lover from under his lashes.
“I definitely enjoy the view more,” he admitted shamelessly, throwing his head back to return some bravado to his demeanour. He purred. “But I still definitely prefer it when you’re the top.”
Gil smirked, caressing every inch of the pale skin underneath his hands, trying to soothe the discomfort with his touches and motivating words. “Well I certainly don’t mind that…” He exhaled measurably.
“Now… How about you move those hips for me?” He asked sensually, voice low, eyes glazed.
Break could do nothing but moan beautifully in return, obliging in a manner he only allowed behind closed doors.