Pinch

Pinch

Author: wanderingsmith
Started jun 2021
Summary: René grumbled under his breath as he climbed the ladder, "I had meant to live a quiet life. Climbing ladders to steal from château-occupying armies was not quiet. Well. I hope it would be 'quiet', but it was not a quiet *life*."
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought, so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with 'em..

AN: apologies if you thought it was an ep addition :D

-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x- WARNING -s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-

René grumbled under his breath as he climbed the ladder, "I had meant to live a quiet life. Climbing ladders to steal from château-occupying armies was not quiet. Well. I hope it would be 'quiet', but it was not a quiet *life*."

As he approached the window, he saw to his relief that it was at least unlocked. 'One less pissup.' But... there was light inside. There was not supposed to be anyone in that room tonight! 'Well, that explained why the window was actually open, though!'

Before he could draw level, moving much more carefully now, he heard... a sigh. Which meant that there was definitely a person in that room. 'Damned Résistance information. Could they never get it right??'

He was perched just below the window, debating the risk of trying another random window over the yelling and threats that he courted by abandoning the whole ridiculous plan, when this time it was a moan. A very light one, almost a hum. But René knew the sound, no question. Definitely time to abort, whoever was in there-

"Ummm, René..."

René froze. Not only had that been his name, but he knew that voice!! And unless there was yet another René in the area 'Or Gruber was calling the wrong name' then-

'Why was he not rabbiting it down this ladder? At the least he should be cold with disgust at the reality behind the man's mannerisms...'

'...He should most certainly not be straining to hear, and shivering with... not disgust.'

'How did the man do that to him?? René liked *women*!' Pretty, soft in the right places, graceful 'Oh yes, fine: Gruber was very capable of grace... and sang much better than Edith ever had', but he was not soft! Even Louise had lovely, if firm 'Well, yes, he did realize she had some strong muscles behind there' breasts 'When she wasn't wearing an arsenal in such a way that he could not cuddle them.' As for pretty...

'...Oh 'eck. Alright, yes, *if* you liked males, he was not... ugly. Had moments when he was quite... well... boyishly pretty. Certainly his eyes were... warm.'

'But hard!'

'Ell. He wished he had not thought that particular word as another soft moan was carried through the open window into the quiet night. 'He couldn't possibly be 'anging outside this window getting almost *aroused* from hearing a man moan... knowing there was no woman causing the moans!'

'Oh what was he doing now... nonono, he needed to climb *down*, not-'

'Oh. Oh my god.' Rene's hands clenched on the last rung, going prickly everywhere as a slick of sweat broke on his skin and he felt himself poke at his usually loose trousers. Yes, those hands were a different matter. 'Artistic' did not cover it, not with the strength he'd felt from them on a few occasions. Not soft either. Officer though he might be, he did more than stand around looking pretty 'No! not *pretty*, just... oh 'eck', those fingers were rough from work, and carried a callus or two 'Not to mention the sweet reek of diesel, far more often than Tuesdays.'

But they *were* long, and graceful '....And he was snared, wasn't he', watching them stroke so lightly and slowly over smooth 'Hard, see? There was no softness there!' skin, watching Gruber shiver and arch into the touch, eyes closed and quite obviously picturing anything but his own hands 'Unless he'd named his hands the way he named his tank.'

René had to clench his teeth to choke back a moan of his own as he watched one hand stop, and a thumb and forefinger... 'Oh god' pinch a nipple, leaving the other nub exposed, hard and peaked, seemingly right in Rene's sight-

"Oh *Rrrrenéé*!"

René was shaking now, wanting almost nothing more than to reach into his trouser and 'ave one off 'Almost nothing more. There *was* one thing...', but he could not let go the ladder unless he wanted to take a painful tumble 'And wouldn't *that* land him in it!'

Gruber seemed to deliberately slow himself, going back to feathery stroking, though there was an almost constant low moan in his throat now, and perhaps there actually *was* gossip about dynamite in his trousers. Certainly that staff bare of a flag was no minor weapon. And he was not even touching it yet. Arching into his teasing stroking and tipping his chin up looking for- 'God. What he would give to- nonono, what was he even *thinking*!' It was a good thing it was dark: René's trousers were going to be wet before he was- before he could 'escape', yes escape was what he needed...

Oh but he did love when a lover cried out like that. 'Would a hard suck be as desired as those tight pinches were on those poor small hungry little nipples?' The man was obviously far too fond of torturing himself, René would have long since at least started to tug at his cock, even if he was in a mood to take it slow and delay the pleasure; it had to be aching for touch, the way Gruber was panting softly, his long body rippling so feverishly in the soft candlelight, begging for- 'Oh there, perhaps now-'

'Oh. Well. That was... not something-' René could not help the unease that gave him pause, but Gruber was still moaning, René's name mixed with more wordless cries as he kept up the pinches, sharing them democratically, this time. While that other hand curved past a tight buttock 'Was *everything* hard on the man?' and flexed, out of sight.

René had no idea how he managed to get through the window. Let along without making any noise to alert the very distracted lieutenant bare feet away 'And he certainly had no idea when he'd *decided* to enter the room!', but he quickly took the short steps to the bed. And laid two fingers on Gruber's lips to try to keep him from yelling 'Well, he'd practically already been yelling... perhaps whoever was controlling René's body had other, ridiculous, reasons!'

Gruber's whole body froze, his eyes flashing open very wide indeed before he blinked recognition and husked against René's touch, "René?!"

Before the shock could change to anything else, René stroked his fingers over those wet lips, smoothing where Gruber had bitten them at some point.

And then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down and replaced his fingers with his lips.

He had no right. Sneaking into a person's bedroom and laying hands on them without their request was... severely reprehensible**.

But the hand Gruber laid at his nape only pulled him down harder as he groaned, almost biting at René's lips.

And he arched up off the bed when René reached down and closed a hand on that shaft. The cry René swallowed was high 'And pleased, oh it was lovely to please a lover without worrying about people barging in...' and René groaned himself, feeling that hard cock swell in his grip even before he gave it a slow, tight stroke, yelping at the sharp teeth that bit his lip 'That was going to need a story'. Those artistic fingers started digging grooves into his shoulders, just as arousingly as nails used to score him, back when he could manage to make love in a *bed* 'Oh that should not be such a lovely thought...'

They were both panting, now, and René wondered if he might not manage to wet his trousers without even getting to touching 'imself, as hard as he could feel 'imself pulse in time with the dynamite burning his hand as he tried to keep up with the desperate thrusts into his fist. Those strong fingers started wandering his back restlessly, more squeeze than stroke, pulling him even further down, almost to lay on Gruber, except he needed to hold himself up to have the room to move his hand. Low growls that should thoroughly not be making René shudder rolled out of that smooth chest that kept roiling up toward his, and René saw again that gilded figure arching into pinches and he twisted the hand that was trying to hold his body off Gruber's until his fingertips could just reach and-

He held the pinch as he raised his lips to watch, because he very much wanted to watch ecstasy twist those features. Wanted with a breathless need. Even as he spared a thought to pray the walls were not only thick but soundproof, because that had indeed been a shout, and he did not want to share this sight with anyone.

He forced himself to loosen and slow his now-sticky hand as Gruber's body lost its ecstatic clench and collapsed to the bed, the hands at René's back slipping off very much as though the muscles driving them had turned to water. 'Satisfied water', René gloated in the silence of his mind, allowing himself to follow that hard body down to the bed, this time, to lay cherishing kisses at the corners of his mouth as Gruber tried to catch his breath.

René was still wearing his shoes, not to mention the rest of his clothes, but he could not care. No, not soft in shape. But there was something 'Something all too arousing' to be said for skin stretched smooth over hard muscle; an unfamiliar, but surprisingly far from off-putting slick of soft hairs-

"René."

René could not help but tense a little at the awareness that that return to clear diction indicated. But Gruber had turned to murmur his name under René's lips deliberately, and said it with... quiet pleasure. Relaxed peace. Welcome, perhaps. And the hands slid to his back again, though mostly still, now: a hug.

Except that any touch was arousing at the moment, and René shuddered, prodded to do something about 'is own 'dynamite'.

Before he could shift a hand down to attend to it, the grip on his back changed and he was reminded that the body he cuddled was no gentle girl, nor even a woman of the Résistance. He knew very well he was no lightweight, yet he was suddenly rolled 'Gracefully, yes, fine, very graceful' fully onto the bed, on his back, with a naked 'Male!' soldier laying half atop him, his eyes still dark with pleasure 'That René had put there, god help him...', but wearing Gruber's familiar luring smile, swollen lips making the expression particularly distracting, "Allow me to help, René."

He no more waited for permission than René had, not that René was complaining. That smile was still there as Gruber leaned close and kissed him 'Teasing, the bastard. He really did like torture.' Oh but those fingers were finally freeing his cock from his damp trousers, as skillfully as they drew sweet music from a piano, and 'Oh yes long fingers, so lovely and tight and unhesitating', stroking counter to the jerky rock of René's hips and ending every stroke with a firm push into the base of his cock that had René grabbing at those smoothly muscled shoulders desperately, fighting the warm slickness of sweat to get a grip, driving his tongue into Gruber's mouth without manners, lost in the sensation of pleasure held back too long and finally escaping its bonds.

But there was no complaint from this lover, only a pleased hum and that hand stripping him to heaven; and the strong, flexing body that drove it and offered itself without inhibition to René's rough fondling.

René was getting chaffed in far too many places from the sweat trapped under his clothes, but he barely cared as he tipped his head back on a cry at a particularly perfect stroke. And then flew up a wave of pleasure as Gruber's lips slid to his neck and *sucked*.........

...Too many years since he'd done this in a bed, without worry; René barely caught himself from falling into a contented drowse. Though snapping awake to someone 'Gruber!' sitting up to straddle René's thigh and beginning to undo his shirt certainly took care of any urge to go to sleep.

Until he opened his eyes and realized that a rest would have delayed the conversation he now had to have with the lieutenant. In all his unselfconscious, bare, firelit skin.

Gruber didn't stop undoing his buttons, though he had to have noticed René stiffen 'And not that way... ...at least not yet... and why did he 'ave a bad feeling the recent memories, not to mention this very sight, in his head were going to cause ...something other than a café owner running away screaming??!' Nor did he look away from René's no doubt half-panicked look. "You look uncomfortably warm, René. We can set these clothes by the fire to dry for a bit."

There was the faintest question at the end of the words, though René could not see any hesitation in the man. That said, however easily he'd rolled René over, minutes ago 'Not to mention being a German officer', René didn't particularly fear being held against his will, either.

'It was just that he doubted 'is will.'

He had a very bad 'Well... very uncomfortable, surely' feeling that he wouldn't especially want to run away from being a love-slave, this time.

When René did not refuse the offer, Gruber's smile for a moment grew a touch of that youthful glee René had sometimes glimpsed. But then he turned serious, an almost as rarely-seen calm confidence, "When will you be missed?"

René shrugged, "I will already 'ave to come up with a story," he winced as he thought it through, "Or three. If I do not make it back before light, the furor will be harder to talk my way out of." Not that he hadn't managed it before, as they both knew.

Gruber nodded, not bothering with his usual simpering offer to hide René in his room 'No, he was not *wishing* for the offer!' "We can get some rest, then, before the necessary plotting."

When Gruber undid the last button, he held out a hand to help René sit up, which allowed him to slip the shirt from René's strangely unresisting shoulders 'And slip in some 'touching up', which should have made René uncomfortable; not *pleased*!' Their sudden proximity was... odd, though. Without that... mad need that had come over him 'And without his shirt!', it was odd to be so close to a naked man.... let along one that fancied him. Whose lips were visibly swollen... from not only Gruber's own biting, but from René having done his best to devour them...

He was still staring at the faint smile curving them when Gruber reached down to the waist of René's erstwhile trousers, already undone and open 'And the worse for his playing Peeping Tom and lacking all control!' Watching a small pink tongue peek out to stroke along the pale swell 'They were as heart-shaped as Yvette's always-red smile... but cigar and cognac made a kiss taste far more pleasant than waxy lipstick...', René was entirely distracted from any hesitation at being naked himself; he raised his bum without thought to let the material slide down. Only catching up to reality when Gruber shifted away.

Oh 'eck-' René absolutely refused to play the innocent and grasp the sheets to cover himself when Gruber pulled the trousers, and his underwear, all the way off -and noticeably stopped a moment to take in the sight 'Of René. Sitting naked on the German lieutenant's bed. Would anyone care to explain this?? Because René certainly could not...'

Before René could be reminded that he was far from his once-handsome, strapping young self, Gruber's eyes raised to his with a fire René was far more used to seeing from Yvette. And then he leaned over and dropped a quick, smacking kiss to René's lips before skipping away with a bright grin, "Give me but a few moments to lay these out."

René ignored the burble, too busy swallowing at how dry his mouth had got staring at... well. Gruber wasn't much younger than he, surely 'Regardless of that schoolboy skip in his step', but he'd certainly managed to keep his figure- 'Oh 'eck! He was ogling a man's be'ind!! And no matter how tight it was, that was no occupation for a proper Frenchman! Nor even an improper one.'

But then Gruber turned from where he had crouched 'See? More muscles. And no, he was *most certainly* not thinking there had been anything pleasurable in being manhandled... though 'e had to admit, Maria did 'ave a point...', poking carefully at the fire that was hardly necessary on this warm night, to walk to his wash basin, and René could not stop picturing a long pale stretch of skin arching into teasing touches... And had no denial to offer Gruber's happily knowing look when he approached the bed, having caught René entirely red-cheeked.

The unselfconscious wipe of a damp cloth over smooth belly, and the dangling bits below, drew far too much of René's attention for him to bother trying to say anything. Enough that he almost missed the hand proffering it 'And who knew what the lieutenant would have decided to do then! We certainly would *not* have wanted that, now would we?? Well?...oh 'eck.' for his own quick cleanup 'He was going to reek of diesel and lilly of the valley by the time he left; that was going to need to be one whopper of a story...', all too aware of avid eyes watching his every move. 'Not that he had room to complain, did he??'

He handed the scrap of soft material back and gave an appropriately impressed look for Gruber's throw toward the basin. Trying not to follow it with maidenly panic when he watched the lieutenant climb into bed besides René. But he did not immediately... well. Do anything particularly worry-inducing 'Because those passionate kisses had been terribly worrying, had they not? Almost as worrying as René returning them so forcefully?'

Instead, they silently cooperated to push the sheets to the foot of the bed, though the lack of bedclothes gave René the *very* unsettling feeling of being an aging courtesan in some young buck's pleasure room 'After all 'is gripping at Edith for 'er airs-'. But even Gruber's continued admiration was not enough for him to want to slide under a sheet when his blood was still warm under his skin.

René made himself lay back as though relaxing for sleep 'He'd need the rest to deal with the commotion when he got back', but could not help but tense when he heard Gruber shift besides him.

"Could you..." René turned his head to look at him at the hesitant murmur, catching a lonely expression on the man's face that René vaguely remembered from when they'd first met, "Touch me? It has been so long since it was anyone's fingers than mine that-" Gruber's breath caught as René turned and, with far too little hesitation for his own peace of mind, soothingly stroked a palm from the man's shivering belly to his throat. Strangely drawn to the undemanding touching, René shifted his other arm to rest his head; and to splay the fingers into Gruber's thin hair, playing quietly as he lazily touched, as requested, with the other. Ruthlessly ignoring the knowledge of the load of trouble he was courting, both in the morning... and after 'Well, who said there had to be an after? ...Though, this truly had been- was, all too pleasant.'

"I know this is not likely to your tastes-"

René interrupted what sounded like nervous babbling to go with the vulnerable expression that he found he didn't enjoy seeing 'He wasn't actually missing all that coy flirting, was he??', especially not after the easy joy of a few minutes ago 'Passion suited him as well- 'Eck. He truly was doomed...', "This?"

"...Touching a man. Touching me."

"Ah." René was quiet as he watched his own naturally-darker hand trail over skin that seemed paler up close, less burnished by the room's few flames, "I do like boobies, that is true." He avoided touching nipples, even softened almost flat as they were, but did trace the rise of a pectoral. "But-" it only took a glance at Gruber's pained expressiom to remind him why he was making 'imself say this... admit this 'Even to himself.' "I am also enjoying this." He laid his hand flat just above Gruber's pelvis and very slowly smoothed it up again, feeling that trail of soft hairs run by, and the bit of softness at the stomach change to noticeable muscle all the way to his shoulder. "Soft skin and muscles." He smoothed over to shoulders, and squeezed at hard biceps 'It was not that he did not prefer... or at least, like as much... softness... It wasn't. But he was still tingling a bit with pleasure. Could still feel his response to that strength used on him...', trailing on to trace long fingers, "Talented fingers."

Gruber had brightened gratifyingly as he went, smiling in pleasure before tipping his head to press a grateful kiss to René's lips.

And it was very soothingly pleasant to lay quietly, forehead to forehead, touching without demand or agenda, until René started to truly fall asleep, and distantly felt Gruber turn on his side and wrap an arm around René's waist before sighing softly.

AN:** Breaking into a person's bedroom and laying hands on them without their request is criminal. Don't do it.
But this is the POV of a 44yo-ish man from 1942-ish.....

And yes, I know I'm scrambling the timeline.. the love-slave bit was long after he's discovered which window is Gruber's.... sory? my toys? maybe he forgot which window it was.

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