You'll never believe what I found

[sawthefirst]

He used to feel a strange kind of guilt when he looked through whatever possessions had survived whenever they came across vehicles that had been on their way to the castle but hadn't made it. He hadn't been able to help these people, and now he was poking around the charred remains of what had been their best bet for survival looking for whatever he could find that might be even remotely useful. It felt wrong, somehow.

He'd not been so quick to abandon such feelings as some, but the sight of children starving to death went a long way to make a man ease up on moral principles that were only of benefit to dead people who wouldn't care one way or the other anyway.

So there he was, going through what had once been a jeep, glad that if there was anything left of the people that had been in it, it was indistinguishable as anything human.

Lying under the car, miraculously barely damaged, he found a small can that seemed to be some kind of salve. After careful examination he found that it was... oh. Well, there was a thought. He slipped it into his coat and didn't mention it to anyone else, allowing himself a slightly selfish moment as he went back to work.

It felt wrong to bring his find up with Creedy until a couple of weeks or so later, some sense of respect for the dead still stopping him from making such frivolous use as the one he had in mind of something found where people had died.

Still, when he felt enough time had passed he asked Creedy come see him in his room later that evening, and once they were alone he produced the can and tossed it to Creedy, who'd placed himself comfortably on Quinn's bed.

"It's Vaseline. Lots of good uses for it so it'd be a crime to keep it to myself, but I figured that we could... at least once, you know?"

So maybe propositioning someone wasn't what Quinn did best in this world.

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[whitejediknight]

Creedy arched a brow as he caught the can, twisting it in his hands as he listened to Quinn from the relative comfort of the man's bed. Vaseline? Oh. Oh.

Creedy's grin broadened a bit as he held it up in one hand.

"'Ave you been holding out on me, mate?" He was a bit more excited by the prospect that he was letting on. Sex was great when they got around to it, but fuck the idea of having an actual hypothetically functioning brand of lube got a twitch of interest from his cock that should have been embarrassing.

The truth was not much embarrassed Creedy anymore, and he unscrewed the cap with a hopeful glance inside. Not even a little dried out.

Okay maybe there was a little to be embarrassed of. Like the time Creedy had asked that other group of survivors, with an awkward lack if discretion, if they knew of any way to make sex a bit easier going. They had managed all right until now but damn if he was not dying of curiosity now.

"It would just be wrong to let it go to waste."

[sawthefirst]

Quinn could still get embarrassed by certain things, which would be why he wouldn't be one to go discuss how to boff your lover without hurting him with a random group of strangers. Not that it was easier to try to sneak it into conversation when working in the kitchen together with some of the others living in the castle, but at least it had amused people. Not like him and Creedy had been able to keep what they sometimes did together a secret. Nobody really had secrets in the castle.

"It's good for soothing burns."

Not that there was really enough in that can to go around among all the residents, but perhaps it could help at least someone.

"But I just wanted to know... at least one time."

What it might be like for it to be slow and unhurried. Easy. He looked at Creedy with eyes that were almost pleading, asking the other man wordlessly to tell him that it was okay. That he was allowed to make a selfish decision or two every now and again.

[whitejediknight]

Especially not secrets regarding this sort of things, and not with the voice Creedy tended to get on him whenever they had sex. He had tried to be reserved about it the first few times before he said to hell with it. Half the castle knew before then, and he was never sure how.

"You're bloody brilliant, you are, Quinn." Both hands on Quinn's face and he kissed him, short and chaste but there all the same. When he pulled away it was with the can in his hands.

"Fuck, am I ever glad you kept this one aside..." Creedy's arms shifted and he dragged Quinn forward, rocking against him once, in an almost unsuccessful attempt at being sexy.

"It will be brilliant, if what I have heard is good to go on. Quinn, we have to try it. When will we ever get the chance again?" There was a hopeful edge to his own voice as he rocked the can back and forth in his hand, sliding to sit on the edge of the bed.

Don't taunt him with this Quinn, god damn it, just don't.

[sawthefirst]

Quinn wasn't really one to tease. His brand of humor did mostly consist of saying the exact opposite of the truth in that sort of deadpan way he said most things, but it was rarely prolonged beyond a single comment. It was a wonder really, that he could be so animated when putting on a show for the children. His general demeanor was a study in understatement.

"Might be our only chance."

And he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers. He slid after Creedy, just close enough that he could reach out and slip a hand under his shirt and place it flat against his lover's back.

"How much would it ruin the moment if I asked 'who goes first"?"

Said with a bit of a smirk. He was definitely assuming that Creedy, just like himself, wanted to know how it would feel doing it like this from both sides of things, so to speak.

[whitejediknight]

Creedy's hands instantly rose to start undressing, but he stopped them, placing them both bag down on the ragged bed and leaning back a bit. An open gesture as he watched Quinn, returning the smirk with an earnestly hopeful and excited look.

They could take their time with this. Just this once, maybe they could really take time to themselves for more than a few quick and dirty moments of pleasure and closeness. It was a notion of an entirely new level of intimacy to an act Creedy had never suspected they would get much of a chance to do so.

"You discovered it. Only fair for you to have the first go." He pulled his lower lip between his teeth a moment, worrying one of the chapped scars before sliding forward again, hands slipping under his shirt.

A strange thrill of excitement filled him. What would it be like, to just this once not have to rush through things with that bite of pain and friction lessened, take their time and really feel it?

"I'm all yours, mate."

And those words were far heavier than he had intended them to be, but it felt just a bit like they had some great secret with this. Like they were doing something wrong in proposing to share this between each other.