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[ninefox]

He wasn't lying earlier, about sex knocking him out, and that was before the insomnia, the jet lag, the iceberg of numb haggard weariness looming constantly beneath the sharp glittering cap of polished hypervigilance. By the time Fives finds the coherency or the courage to speak, Jedao is already fast asleep.

[callmefives]

Fives... well, he probably would have been fine if they'd only gone for one round. He's young, healthy, resilient, and not functioning through the kind of lingering damage that Jedao carries with him. But they hadn't only gone for one, and three rounds later he's physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted, and possibly more comfortable than he can ever remember being. Jedao is warm and solid against him and his breathing is deep and even, and he just means to let rest his eyes and enjoy the closeness for a few minutes. Really. Five minutes later his lips are pressed to Jedao's temple and he's out like a light.

[ninefox]

He wakes up, soundless and still and suddenly, at the first optimistic notes of a birdsong outside. He blinks, reconciling himself to the the shift, fully alert less than a second after full unconsciousness. The lights are on and his window is still dark. He isn't gasping or panicking. Fives feels like a furnace, the motion of his breathing slow and steady, his embrace warm and strong.

The robin outside, undeterred by the hour remaining until dawn, makes another go at it.

Thanks, bird, he thinks, wryly.

If Fives were one year older, he thinks, he'd be really mean right now. Wake him up sharp, pinching his nipple or the shell of his ear, actually make him stumble out the window and trail back into the house, in humiliated fear of discover, through some other route with no connection to Jedao's room. But it's barely after four o'clock. Dad will be up first - he's probably awake already, but he won't let himself go downstairs and have his first breakfast (terrible, sugary cereal, to fortify him for the Proper Cooked Family Meal to come) until four forty-five, and then no one else will be in the hallways until Shiro at six, unless -

Jedao shakes Fives' shoulder, urging him awake.

[callmefives]

Fives is still nineteen, comfortable and comfortably worn out and with no reason to be up with the dawn. He doesn't so much as twitch at the birdsong, and when Jedao shakes his shoulder he just tightens his arms around him with a quiet, sullen grumble that's mostly lost in Jedao's hair. He doesn't want to be awake, he wants to curl into the warm body pressed against him and sleep for at least a few more hours... though his morning erection has other ideas where it's pressed into Jedao's hip.

[ninefox]

Jedao huffs, and feels too - too okay, for the first time in a long time, to really be as exasperated as he wants to be. He wriggles a hand in between them, gives Fives a few slow easy pulls before squeezes, painfully hard at the base, at the same time that he covers Fives' mouth with his other hand.

"You want some of that, you need to be awake enough to keep quiet," he hisses in Fives' ear.

[callmefives]

Fives rocks his hips into the touch with a quiet groan that's mostly muffled against Jedao's hair, still more asleep than not and reacting on instinct to the sweet pressure and friction. That changes abruptly when Jedao squeezes, and his eyes fly open with an offended yelp. At approximately the same time he knees Jedao reflexively in the thigh and then bites down on the hand covering his mouth, not awake enough yet to have any real idea of where he is and what's going on or why someone's covering his mouth and trying to crush his dick.

[ninefox]

Fortunately, he expected most of that, and the yelp comes out muffled. When Fives tries to bite him, he pushes his hand in farther, getting the awkward wedge of his hand between Fives' teeth instead of the more vulnerable small bones of his fingers, and making him splutter and gag long enough that he can pull his hand back. The knee gets him in muscle - not comfortable, but not debilitating.

He loosens his grip enough to be merely uncomfortable in turn.

"You brought this on yourself, sweetheart," he informs Fives dryly. He told you not fall asleep. "Are you awake now?"

[callmefives]

By the time Jedao pulls his hand back and Fives can stop gagging he's definitely awake enough to remember where he is and what's going on. He's still peeved at being woken up by what felt like Jedao trying to rip his damn dick off, though, and gives him a surly look from beneath lowered brows. It doesn't make it any easier not to push into Jedao's grip, though.

"You fell asleep too," he points out. Otherwise he could have kicked him out hours ago, clearly. But he takes a deep breath and scrubs a hand across still sleep-bleary eyes. "And yes, I'm definitely awake. Were you planning on doing anything in particular with that?" His gaze dips down, towards where he can't actually see Jedao's hand curled around him, but christ can he feel it. And it's probably telling--in a way he really kind of wishes it weren't--that he's still hard as a rock in Jedao's hand despite the way he was woken up.

[ninefox]

Jedao, in his own entirely fair opinion, had given Fives more than enough warning that Jedao couldn't be relied on for assistance, and he's being entirely magnanimous re: the hedge. Or he will be.

"Maybe," he allows, although he doesn't stroke again, not yet. This is also a small mercy, all things considered. "When does your mother usually wake up?"

Unknown variables.

[callmefives]

"Before I usually do," he points out, rolling his eyes. He's nineteen, he's not exactly known for springing out of bed at the crack of dawn, unless he has an early practice and then he more drags himself than springs. "... but she doesn't generally come down until five-thirty, unless she has a really early meeting."

He glances towards the still dark windows then back at Jedao. "What time is it?"

[ninefox]

Why would you not know everything about everyone in your household, Jedao thinks, in a voice that sounds mostly like his father's, but it's not as though he disagrees. But - forty-five minutes to scout the hallways, bring Fives back nightwear from his guestroom to wear in transit, send him over, find something innocuous looking to smuggle his graduation clothes in, carry those over, and then take a goddamn shower. Perfectly doable.

"Near four hundred. We have half an hour before we need to move." He figures it can't hurt to pad it, at this point. He finally gives Fives another slow pull. "What was it you were saying?"

[callmefives]

His mother is not quite as... eccentric as Uncle Miki, and while Fives has absorbed many of his lessons over the years almost as thoroughly as his own children he hasn't completely internalized the obsession with information or the paranoia. Though he really does know his mother's schedule and habits better than is probably anything like normal. Or appropriate. He'll blame Shiro and Uncle Miki for that if it ever comes up.

"Plenty of-" He cuts off with a strangled gasp as Jedao gives him another stroke, and a shiver runs down his spine. "Oh jesus, don't stop. Please," he rasps, hips jerking into the friction as he leans in to catch Jedao's lips for an almost bruising kiss.

[ninefox]

The kiss is electric, direct and demanding, like Fives figured out how to give him the sensation of being slammed into a wall with just their mouths. Jedao jerks his own hips a little, not yet erect but abruptly interested. Jedao keeps stroking, a little more roughly in response to the kiss, dragging Fives' foreskin along the shaft.

[callmefives]

Fives pushes up and over Jedao, moving on instinct more than anything else. To cover him with his body, push him into the mattress with his weight, to give himself a better angle to rock into that grip, rough and confident and perfect. He doesn't even know exactly what he wants, just more. More of Jedao's touch, his voice, the heat of his mouth and the callouses on his hands and the patchwork of scars on his body. Everything.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he mumbles against Jedao's lips, then sinks in to kiss him again.

[ninefox]

Jedao squirms underneath Fives, not struggling to change the situation, just pressing and rubbing himself against Fives' body with whatever scraps of leverage he can manage. His mouth and legs open wider in tandem as he hardens against Fives' stomach at the sheer delicious weight of him pressing Jedao down. He gets his other arm around Fives and rectifies an omission that their position last night rendered impossible, dragging his short nails down the gorgeous terrain of his back.

[callmefives]

Fives settles between his legs, a groan shuddering out of him as he drags his cock along Jedao's inner thigh and back against his ass. So much warm, bare skin and perfect friction, and the way Jedao's squirming against him is fucking amazing. It makes him feel like every inch of his skin's alight, pleasure humming along his nerves, and when Jedao's nails drag along his back he arches up into it with a startled hiss that can't be mistaken for anything but pleasure as his cock jumps and leaks a warm trail of slick along Jedao's skin.

[ninefox]

"You like that, baby?" he asks, and it ought to be smug but it comes out soft, a warm gasp. He traces the path of his nails with gentle fingertips, then scratches again, in just the same place.

[callmefives]

"Fuck... fuck," he gasps against Jedao's lips as he continues to arch into his touch. He's never had hands on him like this, never thought the bite and drag of nails against his skin could feel so perfect, so electric.

"Love it, love... love all of it." Everything Jedao's done, every way he's touched him; even the painful way he'd when him up if he's going to be honest about it. "Fuck... please. Please don't stop."

[ninefox]

He scratches again, and again, in the same rhythm as the hand moving on Fives' cock, always following the same path, starting to raise tiny, stinging welts, warm and paler than the rest of Fives skin.

"Love how responsive you are," he murmurs, before a flurry of kisses that consist mostly of biting at Fives' lips, sharp quick moments followed by gentler ones. He rubs the heel of his palm against the path of the scratches, soothing and aggravating at once, makes sure his mouth is on Fives to muffle potential noise as he lets his fingernails dig slightly into Fives' cock as he shifts his grip.

[callmefives]

Oh christ, it's so hard to stay quiet with Jedao's hand on him, his nails raking patterns into his back. It's sharp and hot and sends shivers down his spine as he's torn between arching up into Jedao's nails or pushing down into Jedao's fist. And then he doesn't have to choose and he jerks harshly into Jedao's hand, not away, though his eyes go wide and he yelps in surprise at the nails digging into his shaft.

[ninefox]

"Shhh, shhh, come on, bite me if you have to," Jedao urges, because that seems like a much more doable solution than convincing himself to stop hurting Fives when he reacts like that. He rubs a thumb over the head of Fives' cock and then uses his nails again on the downstroke, light but unmistakable.

[callmefives]

Fives' eyes roll back in his head at shock of pleasurepain and he can't bite Jedao, because he can't do anything but let his head hang between his shoulders and pant in little, desperate, open-mouthed gasps as he jerks into Jedao's hand. He had no idea, had never even considered something like this might feel good... might feel so good his brain's just about whiting out and he can't do anything but hold himself up (barely) and ride out the sharp wave of pleasure sparking along his nerves.

He never wants it to stop.

[ninefox]

He gives a softer stroke to let Fives breathe, let the overwhelming sensation ebb only to bring it back again, just as intense as before, trying to keep just the same edge of pressure that leaves Fives shuddering and stunned.

He's desperately hard now himself, soaking up the sounds of Fives' appreciation, the shocked bliss on his face, the way his body seizes and ripples over Jedao's. The hand that was scratching Fives' back gets a tight grip on his shoulder, and Jedao maneuvers himself just a little more, so that he can slight his own dick past Fives', get some friction against Fives' sweat-slick thigh, shoving against his heavy balls.

[callmefives]

Every single time Jedao digs his nails into hypersensitive skin Fives jerks and shudders and, finally, leans down enough to bite hard at the meat of his shoulder. Because the alternative is howling, and even this far gone he knows he can't do that; can't risk discovery, not even here among friends and family. So he bites down hard as pleasure he'd never imagined shocks through his system, twisting and coiling in his stomach, shivering through his muscles and drawing his balls up tight. And the feel of Jedao's cock dragging along his skin, pushing up against his balls just heightens everything, until he's just a mess of sweat-slick skin and tremoring muscle as he jerks into Jedao's fist, into his nails and the perfect pleasure-pain of his grip, and gives up any hope of making this last.

[ninefox]

it hurts and he doesn't love it, not like Fives does, but he doesn't need to, jerks his hips and strokes a little faster, panting along with each drag and scrape, hungry for Fives' hunger, for his helpless tension even as his body looms over Jedao, even as the haphazard slide of his skin on Jedao's cock drives him absolutely wild.

"Come on, baby, do it, get your mess all over me," he whispers on a gentle stroke before carefully applying his nails again.