[cont'd for Grey - NSFW]

[plaguedrat]

As he walks with Grey into their bedroom, Rat reflects that he doesn't think it actually does make a difference. Like they said before, he loves Grey and Grey loves him and whether or not he speaks doesn't change that. It'll be fun to find out what sounds he can coax from Grey, but that won't make the sex inherently better. It'll still just be them when it comes down to it.

That's all he wants.

Smiling, Rat peels off his shirt and nudges Grey into bed.

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[silenttrainbaby]

The marks stand out darkly against Grey's olive skin. His breathing speeds up, his skin starts to feel too tight as he gets closer to coming. "R-Rat," he stammers out when his climax takes him over.

[plaguedrat]

His name in Grey's voice is perfect and it heightens the tension, the want. Rat bends to kiss him, losing some of his rhythm to the immediacy of the sensation. "S-Say it again."

[silenttrainbaby]

"R-Rat," Grey nearly hisses and that's what sends him over, letting his orgasm slam over him, leaving him gasping and moaning.

[plaguedrat]

He feels the flare of heat between them and gets sloppier in his movements, more desperate to come. "Grey...please. Can I?"

[silenttrainbaby]

"Yessssss," Grey hisses, grip tightening on Rat's hips. "R-Rat."

[plaguedrat]

The way that Grey's nails dig into his skin is delicious; there'll be marks later, he's sure of it. Just as good is the look on Grey's face, all blissed out.

"I'm here. I'm here," he promises, kissing Grey. Rat's hips shake. Another thrust and he's gone.

[silenttrainbaby]

Even as they come down from the high of their orgasms, Grey holds tight to Rat in case something happens that makes him float away. He slides his hands up Rat's chest to go around his neck and hold on.

[plaguedrat]

Lazily, Rat kisses Grey's jaw, neck, anywhere he can reach without either of them having to move to much. "I love you," he repeats between kisses. A reminder. A prayer.

[silenttrainbaby]

And it is echoed back, as if in the myths that are in some of the books, except that it's equal and shared, not merely a voice without a body.

When they lie there a while longer, Grey whispers, "I should give the bird back its voice. But he touches Rat's face gently. He wants to be sure, though, that he's said all he needs to say. "I love you."

[plaguedrat]

"Right now?" he asks, too warm and comfortable to let Grey move away. "I thought you had a few days."

[silenttrainbaby]

"When I have it, the bird doesn't." And that still feels selfish. "Do you want me to keep it?" Grey asks, watching Rat's face, touching his cheek, chin and lips.

[plaguedrat]

For a little longer, Rat would admit. Long enough to coax more delicious moans and pleadings from him, long enough to hear him read Shakespeare. Just a little longer, because he knows it's so precious.

But that's not his choice to make.

"I want to hear your voice a little longer, but I won't take your choice away."

[silenttrainbaby]

But there can be a bit more time spared: Grey will not deny Rat anything it is in my power to give. He nods, then, still tracing his lover's lips. A little longer it is.

"What do you want to do now?" he asks.

[plaguedrat]

"Make you happy," Rat says, voice soft. "Read with you, sing. Make you fee good however you like."

[silenttrainbaby]

Can Grey sing? He doesn't know. But he can read. And he can make Rat feel good. He nods, leaning in to kiss him.

[plaguedrat]

They can find out. For now, he can kiss grey, rolling on his back to pull Grey on top of him.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's nearly two hours later before they finally make their way out of bed, just barely dressed.

Grey pulled some cheese and bread out, slicing the cheese to bring it all to the sofa where they can sit together.

[plaguedrat]

Rat laughs, kissing him gratefully and taking the sandwich. "What book should we read?"

[silenttrainbaby]

They had long ago finished the book about the Hobbits, so that meant they had moved on. Leaving Rat with the cat on the sofa, Grey goes to the shelf and picks up one they'd only just started.

Beowulf.

[plaguedrat]

"Do you want to read some?" Rat offers. He'll read for Grey regardless, but he' got a terrible sot spot for people who read well.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey doesn't know if he reads well, or not. But he'll find out, won't he?

Taking the book, he opens it to where they were, right after the big fight with Grendel.

With a glance at Rat and the running of his tongue along his lower lip, Grey begins to read, slowly and haltingly. Perhaps, though he wont' realize it, he sounds something like Gilliam:

In the mist of the morning many a warrior
Stood round the gift-hall, as the story is told me:
Folk-princes fared then from far and from near
Through long-stretching journeys to look at the wonder,
The footprints of the foeman. Few of the warriors
Few warriors lamented Grendel’s destruction.
Who gazed on the foot-tracks of the inglorious creature
His parting from life pained very deeply,
How, weary in spirit, off from those regions
In combats conquered he carried his traces,
Fated and flying, to the flood of the nickers.

[plaguedrat]

He doesn't render the lines in the most compelling way that Rat's ever heard, but it hardly matters to him. It's Grey's voice, his words, tracking slowly over literature. Again, he closes his eyes and tries to memorize it.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's a moment there, where Grey stops and looks up at Rat, his finger marking the spot on the page. "He didn't kill Grendel. He only took his arm."

That has to be bad news.

[plaguedrat]

"For now," Rat agrees. He runs a finger along the thick, remaining pages. "There's a lot of story left."

[silenttrainbaby]

If there's one thing Grey learned, it was not to leave something like that unfinished.

He continues to read, slowly, sometimes tripping over a word, especially a rhyme, as they learn of Beowulf's mother coming to seek revenge for her son's injury and eventual death. See?! That's why you didn't waste an opportunity.