Morning has broken
Author: wanderingsmith
Started mar 16, 2015 - latest update mar 18, 2015 -
Summary: "I ever tell you I was married?"
Out the corner of his eye, Barney saw Lee's head
jerk toward him in obvious shock, "..No."
Barney never looked away from the TV. "Yeah. For six
months. I've come to realize, listening to everyone
else's stories, that it was a good marriage. Long
time ago. Back when if you liked a woman, you could
only end up sleeping together and marrying, in some
order or other."
..nothing but smut here :)
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: -nother that was 90% written long ago..
and just sitting there
http://www.livescience.com/30638-record-breaking-gobi-desert-trek.html
so 3 week trek, say with a caravan they hitched up
with in a small town where mission went bad, is not
unreasonable
Goto Chapter 2
Goto Chapter 3
-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-
Chapter
one
mar
16, 2015
When he came back from an unplanned three week walk
through the Gobi desert to find the UPS guy looking
for his shirt in his living room, Lee turned around
and walked back to Barney's, sending Toll home from
nursing duty. When he woke Barney to eat and take a
dose of meds for the pneumonia he'd picked up, he
didn't give him a chance to start. "You were right.
Say it once if you have to but then I don't want to
hear a single argument about my watching over you
until the fever's gone."
Barney gave him a steady, if fever-bright, look and
reached for a hand. When Lee took it, not sure what to
expect, he just got a solid hand-grip. "You're welcome
to stay however long you want, Lee." And Lee was too
grateful for the lack of teasing to refuse the easy
answer to an annoyance that had been at the back of
mind since he'd woken up in Barney's spare bedroom an
hour ago.
The fever took a couple days to break. By then, Lee
had gotten his shit from his soon-to-be-ex wife's
place and was used to the sounds of Barney's house at
night. A couple weeks later, hearing Gunner grumbling
about having to look for a new place after scaring a
neighbour reminded Lee that he'd need to do that too,
once they got back from this rescue job in Odessa.
But they had another job waiting when they got back.
And then another, and another. And then one in
Kazakhstan that went sour and they changed each
other's gunshot bandages for a week, both silently
grateful for the able, friendly, understanding
company.
And somehow, four months later, the few times Lee'd
thought about getting a place, and mentioned getting
out of his hair, Barney'd shrugged it off; and Lee..
forgot again. There was tea in the cupboard for when
he got lost in old memories. His favourite cereal on
the counter even though Barney hated it. He was
getting completely spoiled by Barney's cooking, and
quiet late nights between missions, that weren't spent
with the team, more often than not found them
slouching back in their armchairs -like old fogies,
according to Caesar- with beers and the TV, and
neither of them seriously thought about alternative
entertainments.
This time, Lee knew he wasn't being hospitable. Knew
he was snipping and snarling at his buddy who was
letting him live in his spare room. Luckily said buddy
was a tolerant bastard who responded to insults with a
lazy smirk.
Mostly.
"What the fuck's got your panties in that much of a
twist, Christmas?"
Lee held out through another minute of inane
commercials before the answer snarled its way out.
"Horny. Fucking tired of my hand." And he knew he
didn't have to say that he wasn't ready to try his
hand at fishing again.
The episode of M.A.S.H they'd landed on played on in
the silent room.
"I ever tell you I was married?"
Out the corner of his eye, Barney saw Lee's head jerk
toward him in obvious shock, "..No."
Barney never looked away from the TV. "Yeah. For six
months. I've come to realize, listening to everyone
else's stories, that it was a good marriage. Long time
ago. Back when if you liked a woman, you could only
end up sleeping together and marrying, in some order
or other."
He looked at Lee, then, wanting him to see the truth
in his words, not surprised at his friend's small,
confused smile, the caring frown of a man waiting for
the punchline so he could respond.
"She was a front line nurse. Met her in Columbia. We
liked each other. So we slept together. After maybe 4
months, ..I don't remember if someone got to me or if
I just decided on my own that I should ask her to
marry me."
"Sounds romantic."
Barney gave him a quick, soft grin for the gentle
sarcasm, "Yeah. She wasn't much for romance. Loved her
job." He met Lee's eyes calmly, the pain old and long
dulled, "She was killed by a mine."
Lee nodded slowly, staring steady back, "Figured
something had happened."
Barney nodded. "Thing is, I admired her. Liked her."
He stared hard at Lee, "I would have come to love her,
I know that, now." Strange as that morphing of feeling
felt, sometimes.
The blank stare he got back told him Lee didn't
understand what he'd tried to not say outright.
"What'd she look like?"
"..Uh. Funny thing, I don't remember." he shrugged,
regretting the disrespect a little, he had to admit,
"I remember she was tall 'cause the first time we
danced, I was thrown off because I'd never danced with
someone whose head didn't come to rest on my chest.
She was pretty.. I remember the guys on the base
thought I was a lucky bastard. I do remember she had a
badass workout routine."
"You didn't..." *Now* he caught the start of
understanding in Lee's expression.
"I wasn't in lust with her. I liked her. I enjoyed
bringing her pleasure. Whether it was an orgasm or her
favourite desert that she never bought herself cause
it cost too much, didn't make a difference. We had fun
talking shop and drinking. Didn't matter that she
wasn't what I used to fantasize about; pleasure's
pleasure. Friendship is better. Lasts longer, from
what I've seen of other people's marriages."
Lee looked away, shame clouding his expression,
"Lacy-"
Barney shook his head, regretting the comparison had
come up, "I know you were attracted to her. I
understand wanting someone to scratch the itch." He
hesitated a second, but then shrugged, preferring the
full truth, "If you'd really loved her, I'd have found
a way to threaten or blackmail her into not breaking
your heart. As it was.. I just wished you'd picked
someone to have a clean deal with."
The moment of wide-eyed annoyance at hearing his plan
faded to an old loneliness. "Hard to find someone who
doesn't object to you taking off."
Barney looked away, voice quieting, "So pick someone
who's already a friend." Come on Lee, *hear* me....
Lee snorted bitterly, "Not too many women like
Maggie."
Barney'd hoped he'd find words to get this
conversation to somewhere.. 'useful', but he couldn't
think of anything else that wasn't so clear-call that
he risked losing... He got up, unhappy he hadn't been
able to help his buddy, pasting a blank smile on his
face, "Guess not." Strange that Lee'd think Maggie was
anything more than a one-time ally, though.
Bummed, Lee frowned to himself, still feeling tense
and horny; and faintly sad, now, thinking Barney'd
lost someone he'd.. well. Cared for, anyway. Been
friends.. with.. He froze.
Friends. *They* were... Wait... Fuck... Was Barney
offering.. but he wasn't-
'Pleasure's pleasure'. With peripheral awareness of
the man about to walk past him with faintly drooped
shoulders, Lee's arm shot out and grabbed Barney's
bicep. Barney didn't respond to the move past holding
still, even though Lee couldn't quite come up with
what the fuck to say for a solid minute. If he was
wrong.. He didn't want to 'ask'... damned old martyr
couldn't be trusted to say if that hadn't been what he
meant if he thought *Lee*...
But.. he couldn't.. wasn't a coward and wouldn't damn
well ignore- "You- are you.. offering.."
The arm in his grip shifted, restless, but didn't try
to get out, even before he gave it a reassuring
squeeze; the voice was just a touch too quiet. "Yeah."
For some reason, Lee found himself relaxing at that.
The tension that'd been driving him nuts disappearing
like smoke and leaving him at ease. He could hear the
change in his voice, gone all soft like when they sat
around with beers, his hand clumsy as it tried to
stroke the arm under it, still staring at Barney's
now-empty chair, "Sorry Barney, I'd just never thought
about it before."
The lack of verbal response didn't faze him when he
could feel Barney's arm relaxed under his touch while
he deliberately tried to picture himself... Or picture
Barney... what? Just offering him a 'hand'? Or...
He finally gave the arm a light squeeze and let go to
stand up, turning to face Barney who'd turned around.
He smiled a bit at the familiar hooded gaze, neither
smirking nor hiding, just same old calm Barney Ross.
Proposing a different kind of crazy plan.
"What happens the next time one of us gets in a jam?"
'Cause he sure as fuck wasn't exchanging their
friendship and partnership for even the best one night
stand in the fucking universe!
Barney's brow rose, "What happens when any of us is in
a pinch now?"
Lee quirked a tired grin, "We all run through fire to
the rescue while calling him a fucking moron."
Barney shrugged, but before he could add a comment,
Lee stiffened, old buried fury flaring up. He stepped
forward to poke a hard finger at the other man's
sternum, "We do this, don't you EVER fucking dare use
it as reason to brush me off for my safety again! *I*
pick my battles, you do NOT try to make my decisions,
you hear me, Ross?"
Barney grimaced, looking at the ground, shoulders
hunching a bare touch that another person wouldn't
have even noticed, "Yeah. I hear you."
Lee glared a solid minute longer; too many damn times
he'd been left feeling like shit when Barney threw one
of his 'keep you safe' curves. Damned if he'd put up
with it on a personal level too. He finally stepped
back with a grunt.
"So.. is it as.. *difficult* as it looks?"
Barney gave him a confused look and Lee grinned, "I
still remember a girl, years ago; virgin. Looked so
uncomfortable I'd have said never mind if she hadn't
looked more scared of fucking."
This time Barney smirked, clearly amused, "It's a
little *hard* until you get the knack, yeah."
"And I don't suppose you can explain the knack?"
"Not really. Open your mouth, use your tongue to
manoeuvre," he shrugged, "Just takes a bit of
practise."
Lee grinned, the challenge of something new trumping
the faint 'what the fuck' his mind tried to throw at
him. Hell, Barney was.. closer to him than anyone. And
he wasn't stupid enough to think this was just pity
for his hand, not with the way he'd been leaving the
room rather than shrug off the conversation. Maybe,
just maybe, he wasn't the only one with an itch. And
Barney.. had always been even more alone than Lee; he
couldn't... deny the chance to be there for someone
who'd offered *him* friendship in a thousand ways.
"Let's see."
Barney blinked, ending on a confused frown, "You
don't-"
Lee raised a brow and held a hand out flat in 'stop',
"If you say I don't have to, I'm gonna sucker-punch
you." Damned old martyr.
Barney stared at him hard, but finally chuckled,
"Fine. But it's not *my* fuse that's short tonight."
"Probably just as well. Doesn't sound like a short
fuse would make it any easier to get the knack."
Chapter
two
He hadn't thought that pointing out getting it up wasn't
so instant anymore was showing off. Not until a mouth
that was definitely not experienced.. got him so fucking
hard so fast that Barney was gripping his sheets and
trying *not* to come like a fucking *kid*. "Fuck!
Christmas!" When was the last time he'd felt aroused
by... God he needed to stop picturing Lee's face as he
held Barney's cock and slowly *licked*! Fuck, he should
not be making such pitiful noises! Except the damn
smart-mouthed brit had figured out how to use his
fucking TONGUE and-
"Fuck! What the hell?" He jerked up on his elbows,
straining the cotton of his shirt, opened but then
forgotten on his shoulders, to stare down, breathing
hard and kicking himself into remembering the half-naked
man laying between his legs hadn't done this before, for
fuck's sake-
Lee's hand kept its tight grip on his cock as he leaned
his head back and to the side, hot skin leaning on the
one knee Barney had gotten out of his trousers and then
left bent. Bare arms flexed as he leaned on his elbows,
his eyes were closed, lips uncharacteristically swollen
and parted as he panted at least as hard as Barney,
flush running from his cheeks right over his bare skull;
a fucking wet-dream come true that made Barney twitch
even before he spoke. "Just, give me a sec. Or Christmas
is gonna come early."
His blood was in the wrong place and it took a few
seconds for that to make sense. When it did, Barney
tried to laugh, but it was too fucking close to a groan
and he gave up, dropping back, "Hell if I care, Lee.
Just..." He tried to avoid outright begging by just
thrusting his hips up, but when that wet sucking
stroking didn't come back, he caved, "More, please."
That got him what he wanted, but not nearly long enough.
"What happened to hard to light fuse, boss?"
Barney didn't need to see the smirk he heard in that. He
threw an arm over his eyes and tried to snarl, "Screw
you, Christmas."
Fuckfuckfuck Fuck! Those were *teeth*! Oh but that felt
SO fucking good. God yes!
".. Yeah. OK."
Uh? Now what?
Barney dragged himself back to his elbows, shivering and
aiming for a glare but feeling a little too dazed to
trust his face to be delivering. Lee's pleased grin
definitely said he failed. "You-" 'Yeah' to what... oh.
This time concern got him control of his face and he did
frown, "Lee-"
Lee's free hand snapped up. "Again, and try to remember
this time, *old man*. If you say one damn word about not
having to I'm going to kick your ass." He raised a brow,
smirking, "*After* I'm done with it."
Crap that reaction was too obvious. Especially with
Lee's current line of sight.
"But I'd rather *you*.." lips twitching when *that* got
him a reaction as well, the brit shrugged uncomfortably,
"Would rather the example than the explanation."
Chapter
three
mar
18, 2015
"Quit teasin'!"
The half-whining, half-snarling tone was familiar as
hell; the hunger blowing Lee's eyes was anything but.
But no matter how crazy it drove him to know the man was
so susceptible, to have the memory of watching him
unravel under Barney's careful, though not nearly
'clinical', touch: he'd damned well *asked* Barney to do
this. He growled, sweat sliding down his back with his
tensed muscles, "We are doing this *my* way." Even if
his clenched jaw broke his teeth to keep in control.
"Fuck. Fuck me, already!" And with that outright snarl,
the brit wrapped those dangerously powerful legs around
Barney's waist, obviously planning to jerk him the whole
fucking rest of the way in.
Barney raised his hands from where he'd been pressing
Lee's hands down and grabbed his hips instead, glaring
as he shivered from the sound of that broken demand.
"Dammit, Christmas!" Stubborn impatient fucking gorgeous
bastard! He strained to hold the slow pace as Lee
grinned viciously and tightened his legs, thigh and
abdominal muscles popping out under sweat-slicked skin.
Barney couldn't ever remember having to use so much of
his strength during sex: every fucking inch of his body
tensed to keep him sliding into his lover in *slow*
increments. He *knew* it was fucking torture, dammit!
But he wasn't going to risk hurting Lee; and he was
egotistical enough to want the man to enjoy this to the
utmost. If it took torturing them both with this slow
pace so he'd be interested -impressed- enough to do this
again, Barney could fucking ignore the burning need to
just thrust and trust the man's pain threshold to have
been skyrocketed by the arousal straining his cock so
hard and leaking-
And then he was finally all the way in and Lee still
twitching and growling every few seconds and damned if
Barney could keep from pulling almost out and pushing
all the smooth fucking way back in, just this side of
*hard*, felt so *fucking* good! Almost as good as the
shot of triumph watching through what felt like fever
haze as shocked pleasure crackled across Lee's wide
eyes, a low moan replacing the rough commands. The legs
stopped trying to force him and Barney could spare more
attention to the incomparable feeling of complete
pleasure in the slow thrusts into Lee's tight, demanding
body with his eyes locked on Lee's inwardly-focused
gaze. Watching and feeling his friend slowly adjust to
the pleasure, slowly shifting from simply laying still
and shivering through every thrust, to focusing on
Barney; and then meeting his thrusts with a clumsy,
twisting, counter-push.
It was Barney's turn to moan, his eyes slamming shut for
seconds he begrudged losing his view as the flare of
pleasure lit through him. Fuck but he was out of
practise, out of the habit of real pleasure.
"Good."
The breathless word carried a far thicker coating of
British accent than Lee had had in years, and Barney
felt a helpless smile try to twist his lips as he made
himself focus. Steady strokes. Controlled and steady and
don't fucking let yourself get carried by the rhythm,
Barney. Make it good, god so damn good...
"Fuck, oh fuck don't stop!" It hadn't taken long for the
demands to start up again, and now Lee's body was
jerking as Barney stared, transfixed: back arched, face
twisted in a mask of hopeless resistance, using the legs
around Barney's waist to grind himself violently against
Barney's slowly thrusting body until he suddenly froze
with a wordless shout.
Barney held motionless, knees dug into the mess of
rumpled sheets, hands still tight on Lee's hips. Trying
to control his breathing and wait out the pulsing
pleasure riding him and making him shake, watching Lee's
cock flex and jet white streaks against both their
bellies and feeling his own twitch in its tight home.
Watched as Lee slowly went boneless and caught his
breath, features so relaxed it almost hurt to see. Had
to swallow before his throat would let him speak, "You
ok?"
"Ok?" Lee's eyes slitted open, mouth slowly stretching,
abso-fucking-lutely beautiful with satisfaction and
laughter and making the need to thrust arc through
Barney's gut, challenging his already challenged
control. The knifeman let go his fists in the sheets and
lazily slid one on the puddle on his belly before
holding the slicked palm up, "I don't think I've ever
come that close to screaming during sex. 'Course I'm
'ok'."
It was the voice that got him, gravel and lazy bliss,
and those eyes watching him with pleasure... Barney
twitched again, harder, shivering, too close for a
second, trying to keep still through the flaring need
for *more*, wanting this to last; knowing it couldn't.
Then Lee's hips shifted deliberately on him, and though
Barney *knew* there had been a second of flinch, it
didn't last and he couldn't really hold back anyway.
Starting a flowing slide, in and out, slow and steady,
dancing with the slicing blade of need and the sharp
'too much' that he kept hitting, his eyes closed, mind
totally lost focusing on the feel of Lee's body around
his cock, hot, squeezing, tight; dragging him to heaven
or hell, he couldn't tell and couldn't care.
Lee stared, faintly awed by the focused look of blind
pleasure on his old friend's face. Pleasure that came
from *him*... he reached up carefully and pulled
Barney's head down for a slow, wet, clumsy kiss, trying
to ignore the discomfiting feeling of his legs getting
too far apart; helpless.
Except that the sound he swallowed said Barney was the
one helpless, even as he fumbled his hands on either
side of Lee's head to catch his weight. And the hips
that had been barely tapping the back of his thighs,
obviously and deliberately gentle, suddenly started
hitting hard and *fuck* he could feel that right where
he'd still been throbbing with pleasure and he could
feel himself hardening again desperately, head jerking
back as his body tightened, losing those lips, "Fuck!
How the hell can that feel so good??" and since when did
he fucking talk so much?? "I might have to kill you for
not nailing me to the wall of that bar 15 years ago!"
The thought, the *vision*! For one second Barney
desperately tried to remember why he'd needed to go easy
but he couldn't, not a chance in hell! Lee's voice,
Lee's face twisted in pleasure, legs wrapped around him,
dingy bar's country music in the background, knowing
there were people who would hear- Sweet, fuck, so
fucking good, need to come, reach for sweet lips again,
tongue, fuck so tight, so good, so- boiling furious
pleasure rocketed through and-
He could feel the ringing in his ears from some recent
too-loud noise. Could feel his biceps shaking like he'd
over-strained them and that must be why he was collapsed
in such a weird curved-over position.
Could feel.. Lee. Lee- god- he-! Jerking himself fast
and tight between their stomachs, and now that his ears
cleared Barney could hear the sharp pant of the brit's
breath. Without thinking, he tilted his head and sucked
at the stubbled throat near his mouth. And felt Lee
groan breathlessly as he fell back, fresh wetness
spraying Barney's stomach.
Good. So good.
"Yeah. Fucking unbelievable."
The breathless agreement told Barney he'd spoken the
thought aloud and he huffed, though of all things to
slip on... "That too." He hadn't expected this. A bit of
easy no-strings pleasure with a friend seemed already
asking a hell of a lot from his luck. Lucky ring never
did cover this shit. Jerking each other off at first,
maybe *eventually* a quick fuck. Touch that wasn't his
own, but was from someone that cared and whose company
brought him joy.
But this. Fuck. He could still feel the mellow blanket
of afterglow from a fucking unbelievably hard orgasm.
And Lee-
As though the thought had made him real, Barney felt him
shift and felt a shaft of regret, realizing the stupid
position they were in would be ten times worse for the
other man. "Hang on." He slowly got his hands on the
mattress and gently made his shaking arms push his upper
body up. Going slow and careful, he straightened up
while Lee watched him, doing his usual piss-poor job of
hiding concern for Barney's lingering last batch of
bruises, and he felt himself slip out even before Lee's
legs dropped to the bed. He was pretty sure the younger
man's wince was for the legs that had probably stiffened
rather than anything else.
On the other hand, he wasn't above revenge for all the
nagging he put up with. And they were friends first: he
wasn't giving that up for anything, let along sex. He
slipped a hand down between Lee's legs, watching every
change of expression like a hawk.
"Barney?"
Confusion, embarrassment, small twitch of pain at the
first touch near the loose, wet hole. Barney kept
watching, ignoring the suspicion rising: Lee knew him
too well, and hadn't been that uninformed, even if he
hadn't actually had sex with a man before. When he slid
a couple fingers halfway in on heated slick, that weird
disbelieving look was rooted in pleasure, not pain. He
stroked once, gently, to make up for the invasion, then
slipped out and let himself drop next to Lee, getting
rid of his condom and wiping his hand and crotch with
the wet cloth he'd set on the side-table when they were
setting up, waiting for the explosion he knew would
come.
"WHAT the fuck was that??"
Lee's disbelief didn't make him resist Barney's arms
turning him so they faced each other and then wrapping
him in a hug before wiping him down too. Reaching back
to drop the cloth, hopefully in the garbage, for later
washing, Barney let himself relax and find that pleasure
haze again, mumbling softly, "Just making sure you're
OK."
He was dropping like a rock into sleep when Lee muttered
back threateningly, "We'll see how fucking *ok* I can
get *you* come morning."
Barney's body twitched at the thought, and he grinned,
looking forward to another day the way he hadn't in a
hell of a lot of years.
AN:
Ha! one old story fully posted! cool!!!
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