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This made me lol like a dumbfuck, so here is your Dr. O pornfic. It's Dr. O/Gary(aka 21), post season finale. It might also be crap, since I'm hungover. You be the judge.
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Neither of them had really planned this; drunk and frotting and hungry kisses that seemed like they were too much but not enough.
Gary had come back to the compound to give back the SPHINX uniform just as all the other adults were finished cleaning up from the fly-women massacre. Byron had been weakened from having far too much to drink and doing combat magic. With Al and Shoreleave going off on their own, and Jefferson calling it a night because he wanted to sleep in his own bed, Gary could see the necromancer was having difficulty walking.
What had started as a good deed of getting somebody safely to their house had somehow morphed into Gary being invited inside for a nightcap, which had then led to an accidental-maybe-on-purpose kiss from a completely blitzed Byron, which had led them to Byron's bedroom, shedding clothes and grinding against one another.
They blamed the spark; that cosmically right feeling that happened when they had kissed. You weren't supposed to feel a spark if there wasn't anything there, and there was something there.
Being the slightly less drunk of the two, Gary was the one to get their clothes off, but it was Byron who got them to fall on the bed in a tangle of limbs. After being lonely for so long, just the feel of another person was amazing, but that spark when they kissed...that was divine.
"Please," Byron panted, writhing and grinding against Gary, "more."
Gary took one of Byron's hands and brought it down to where their erections were already pressed together, wrapping their hands around the stiff shafts. Kissing the older man, he started a firm, steady rhythm which Byron moaned at.
"So good," Byron's free hand wrapped around the nape of Gary's neck, fingertips slowly working into the hair that was still bound in a ponytail.
Gary moaned, not used to the intimacy of their position. It was too much and not enough; Gary sped up the pace of their mutual hand-job, with just one request:
"Don't stop talking; I want to hear you."
"I don't -ah!- think I could be -mm- quiet even if I -oh!- wanted to," Byron kissed him, hard, licking his way into the younger man's mouth like he belonged there. Moaned into Gary's mouth like it really was impossible for him to be quiet. The sparks of pleasure were just too good.
It ended too quickly, but neither of them were that surprised; two lonely men physically starved for affection wouldn't last long. When they were done seeing supernovas behind their eyelids, Orpheus pulled back the comforter on his bed and got into his bed properly, still naked. Gary looked slightly uncomfortable until Byron sighed.
"Get in, Gary; after that, there's no way I'm kicking you out of bed," Byron looked at him, grinning slightly. "Plus, I like to stay close after sex." He rearranged himself on the bed, laying down and held out an arm for Gary. "I hope that won't be a problem."
"Not a problem," Gary slowly slid under the sheets and pulled the comforter up over them, sliding towards Byron until they were face-to-face and in each other's arms, "not a problem at all."
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