When Morning Comes

 

Author’s Note: Normally I’d leave the notes until the end of the story, but since I have a few things I have to say beforehand, I’m making an exception. In this story, Rory and Sebastian are already dating and are presumably intimate, so we can skip the awkward first time sex.

Also, this took me far longer to write than necessary (eight and a half hours, to be exact). I got frequently interrupted while making this and I had a bit of a stagnant start. Thank my RP partner for helping me work through this and my other friend for suggesting I write this.

Okay, without further adieu, I give you my story. I hope you enjoy it, even if it is riddled with mistakes.

Mornings were vastly underrated, or they were according to Rory Flanagan, always the odd one out in a group of night owls. Most of his friends thought mornings were a drag because they were forced to stumble out of their dream world, but there were so many good things about this too unappreciated time of day.

For instance, morning showers where a person could use all the hot water they wanted, was one of the many benefits of waking up early. Especially when dating someone like Sebastian Smythe, who besides managing to convince Rory to spend the night at Dalton (after sneaking him in a pilfered blazer two sizes too big for him), was a hot water hog extraordinaire. The first time he slept over, he’d made the mistake of waiting to shower until after Sebastian woke up; the result was a cold shower so bad that Sebastian had to turn up the heat and make Rory a piping hot cup of tea until the Irish boy even considered talking to him. This was why, despite all the complaints Sebastian made about not liking waking up to an empty bed when he stayed over, Rory knew it was for the best if he took a shower before Sebastian woke up.

This morning was no exception. Rory rose up when his phone alarm went off, quickly shutting it down before Sebastian could roll over and mutter some half-asleep obscenity, and stretched his arms above his head. The light that cast filtered through the window was bright and clear, guaranteeing a bright and sunny day, which brought a smile upon Rory’s face. Ohio, unlike Derry, had four seasons, which meant that he didn’t have to refer to spring and summer as his “two favorite days of the year”. Maybe he could convince Sebastian to go out to the park or something with him; that was where the shower would come in useful, he could use that time alone as a place to think of arguments as to why they should go.

If none of that worked, he could pout until he gave in; according to Nick and Jeff, Sebastian was whipped, whatever that meant. All he knew was, he could get Sebastian to do pretty much whatever he wanted if he gave him puppy-dog eyes, not that he abused this power all that often. Just when it was necessary, like when it came to having access to the swings before the annoying middle schoolers could get to them.

While all of these thoughts ran through his head, Rory had already gone through the familiar motions of grabbing a towel from the wardrobe across Sebastian’s bed, then walking over to the private bathroom connected to his dorm, silently thankful for the fact that Sebastian’s parents forked over the extra money so that he could have his own room. He didn’t approve of their coping tactics with the obvious emotional damage their neglect had on his son, but in cases like this, the guilt favors proved to work in both his and Sebastian’s favor. Him staying here would not have been possible were there a roommate involved.

And it was after this thought passed that Rory shed himself of his clothes, folding them on a small pile beside the toilet, then hanging the towel on the towel rack, that he finally pulled back the sliding glass door and switched the tap on. Within minutes, the small bathroom transformed from an area suffering from morning chill into a miniature sauna. And it was then that Rory stepped in, all too eager to wake himself up with a hot shower.

As Rory lost himself to his own world, happy to soap himself up and let the hot water run over his body while he hummed a happy tune, he was oblivious to the fact that the bathroom door had opened. He didn’t look up when the sound of footsteps in the room echoed either. In fact, it was only when the sliding glass door opened, letting in a cool breeze that he finally noticed that something was amiss.

“Sebastian?” he called out, already knowing the answer.

Rather than respond with a simple yes or no, Sebastian chose to answer by grabbing Rory by the waist and pushing him against the shower wall. Rory sighed. That was his boyfriend alright; in this case, his very naked and soon-to-be-wet boyfriend. Swallowing down on a lump in his throat, Rory realized very quickly how much trouble he was in.

 “Who else would it be? Last I checked the only person who occupied this dorm was me.” Sebastian grinned, in spite of the hour, looking down at Rory through half-lidded eyes.

It took a superhuman amount of willpower on Rory’s part to not allow his gaze to travel downward, though the water hitting against Sebastian’s chest made it extremely difficult not to do so. “You’re up early,” Rory noted, trying his damndest to keep eye contact with his boyfriend, though something in the back of his mind told him that the other was not extending the same courtesy. His unvoiced question was answered when he saw the way Sebastian’s eyes darkened. Before he could get another word in, Sebastian suddenly bent down, pressing his lips to the side of his neck.

“The sound of the water woke me up,” Sebastian said. Slowly, he worked up the column of his boyfriend’s neck, pausing occasionally to nip at certain spots. Beneath him, he could hear Rory’s breathing coming in short, the younger boy trying to suppress the noises threatening to escape the back of his throat. His teeth grazed at a spot below his jaw, hoping to encourage him to stop being so shy. “Baby,” he said, his lips brushing below his earlobe, “you know, it’s fine if you want to voice your approval. It lets me know what works and what doesn’t.”

That all too familiar heat flared up in Rory’s cheeks, prompted by Sebastian’s suggestion, and he glared up at Sebastian for that. “I’ll work on bein’ louder if ya keep doin’ what you’re doin’.”

“Bossy. I like that.”

Rory wanted to roll his eyes at Sebastian’s predictable response, but any and all annoyance he felt faded away when Sebastian pulled him in closer, pressing him flush against his body. He hooked his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders in response, tilting his head back to allow him better access to his neck. This time, as Sebastian trailed hot, opened mouth kisses down the side of his jaw, down the side of his neck, until they reached the spot where his neck met his collarbone, Rory allowed himself to be more vocal as he was asked.

“Very good,” Sebastian whispered in a voice that sent shivers down Rory’s spine, straight to his already half-hard cock. “And for that…”

Rory gasped out in surprise when a pair of hands found their way on his shoulders, working their way down his chest. He felt intimidated by the skilled hands moving down his body, but he would enjoy them as long as he had the Warbler’s attention. He groaned as Sebastian’s fingernails grazed over his nipples, pinching, pulling, and tweaking the buds until they were peaked into full hardness. When Sebastian’s hands went further south, Rory almost protested at the loss, but knew better at this point; if he said anything now, his boyfriend would probably pull away, quirk a brow, then say, “Someone’s impatient”, then go about things at an even slower pace.

As though reading his mind, Sebastian tore his lips away from Rory’s neck to claim his mouth instead. Rory’s eyes fluttered shut as he shyly returned the kiss.

“Why so shy?” Sebastian suddenly asked, pulling away, much to Rory’s dismay. “It’s not like I haven’t seen all of this before.”

This time Rory did protest at the lack of contact between them (he didn’t count Sebastian’s hands resting on either side of his hips; idle hands could be put to much better use—he really was being corrupted), “Can we just get back to where we were earlier, Seb? It was quite nice.” He looked back up at the questioning look on Sebastian’s face. That was a definite no. “I guess I’m…I’m just scared, Seb.” He leaned in to peck him on the lips. “I’m still havin’ a hard time acceptin’ that this is real.” He gestured toward the both of them, standing face-to-face with one another. “I just don’t wanna screw things up.”

“You’re not screwing things up,” Sebastian shot back almost immediately. One of his hands left Rory’s hips so that he could reach up at cup the side of his boyfriend’s face. “This is real and I’m not planning on changing that any time soon.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead against Rory’s, bearing straight into his eyes of bluest blue. “Do you believe me?”

Rory merely nodded, unable to quite find the right words to say. Even if he could, they would get caught in his Adam’s apple, never to pass through his lips. Eloquent he was not. So he kissed him instead. Gentle and loving first, so that he could express to Sebastian the feelings that which words failed him. In response, Sebastian kissed him back with equal care, erasing all doubts from Rory’s mind.

With that little setback out of the way, Rory amped up the heat of the kiss, running his tongue along Sebastian’s lower lip. Sebastian’s mouth parted in eager consent, allowing Rory to take charge and simply get lost in the way he seemed to work his tongue and teeth in such a way that every last one of his nerves went aflame. This time it was Sebastian who was loud, though he didn’t go with the whole schpiel of trying to tone down his noises; he made damn sure to let Rory know just how much he appreciated when he caught his lower lip between his teeth, alternating between nibbling and sucking on it.

 Unable to help himself, Sebastian’s hands went wandering again, his fingertips running down the back of Rory’s neck, stilling for a moment when they ran across a mole that Rory was unaware of before going back down its original path, tracing down his spine, keeping their lips attached the entire time. Rory arched his back into his touch, whimpering Sebastian’s name as the older boy used his other hand to run his fingertips down his bellybutton, sinking down into the contours of his hips, stroking over a small area of his hipbone when Rory let out a sound that was something between a squeak and a mew. Sebastian, amused, kept at it until Rory finally pulled away from the kiss and snapped at him.

“Please, Seb,” Rory was surprised he could still breathe, let alone form words. At this point, his mind was about as clouded up as the steam that surrounded them both. He pressed his hips against Sebastian’s and grinded against them, letting out a grateful moan for the friction he sought out for so long now. “I mean—” He pressed his hips down again, earning a low, guttural sound from the boy pressed against him. “—haven’t we—” Leaning back against the wall, Rory hooked his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders again, using him as support as he wrapped his legs around his waist. “—waited long enough?”

A moment of silence passed between the two of them, though Rory knew Sebastian wouldn’t deny him or accuse him of being impatient now. Not with the way he was looking down at him now, his normally green eyes a pitch black, his lips slightly parted. Not with the way his erection pressed against Rory’s thigh, letting him know he wanted this just as badly as he did.

Finally, Sebastian reacted by reaching down and cupping Rory’s ass, giving it a good squeeze while Rory wrapped his fingers around the shaft of Sebastian’s cock, going up and down a few times before swiping his thumb over the head. In response, Sebastian jerked his hips forward, trying to force his cock even further into Rory’s grip. For a moment, he nearly lost balance, almost causing them both to slip and fall onto the very slippery floor. Thankfully, Sebastian caught them in time, sparing them both from any awkward explanations to how they got injured.

“Who’s the impatient one now?” Rory teased, his eyes twinkling in spite of the seriousness of what might have been.

“Shut up,” Sebastian said, smiling anyhow before leaning in to kiss him again.

Sebastian used this moment of distraction to bring his fingers down, pressing the pad of his index finger into Rory’s entrance. Knowing that he still wasn’t used to this particular sensation, Sebastian waited for Rory to relax before he carried onward, going about entering him at a slower pace than he normally would have were it anyone else. But that was one of the things about Rory; with him, Sebastian actually cared about Rory. Going slow wasn’t just about making the other crave and want him even more, but because he wanted to check that he was enjoying this just as much as he was and, for the first time, that his act actually meant something. “This okay?” he asked, crooking his finger slightly as he searched for the other’s prostate. All Rory could manage was another moan at this point. When he finally found it, Sebastian ran his finger along the bulb a few times before adding a second finger.

On Rory’s part, he was grateful that they were in the shower, so there was no need for lubrication. Not with the water running over their already soaking bodies, the soap he’d used earlier (that hadn’t gone down the drain), more than making up for the lack of lotion. He buried his face into the crook of Sebastian’s neck, still asking, no—begging—that he take this further. Because even though his fingers, oh God, his fingers, pulling in and out of him, shooting sparks of electricity straight to his already hard and aching cock, it was too much, yet not enough at the same time. He just—wanted, no needed—, “S-Seb, oh God, can we just—”



“Can we just—?” Sebastian asked, still keeping to that consistent pace he set up, causing Rory to roll his shoulders back. Right as he was about to add a third finger, Rory stopped him.

“I—I don’t, I don’t want—” It seemed as though some of the aggression he’d shown earlier was starting to fade away. Even with their earlier conversation still ringing in his ear, Rory was still finding it difficult to voice his desires to Sebastian. “—I still want to be tight when ya enter me,” he finally said, his face completely gone aflame.

“That’s what I’ve been wanting you to do all along,” Sebastian said, putting his lips against the shell of his ear. He pulled his fingers out of Rory, cupping his ass, and lifting him up some so that he could position him above his cock. “I just need you to tell me what you want, that way I can give it to you.” He ran his tongue along his earlobe before nipping at the soft bit of flesh. While he worked on this, Sebastian slowly lowered Rory on his cock, teasing at his entrance until it was too much for them both, and he finally pushed into him.

Rory dug his fingernails into the skin of Sebastian’s shoulders, moaning so loud that his voice echoed in the acoustics of the bathroom. Yes—God, yes—this had been what he’d been aching for all along. Sebastian. Just Sebastian. When he finally began moving, all Rory could do was sink back into him, allowing his boyfriend to fill him, tightening his grip around his waist.

“Fuck, Rory—” Sebastian half-groaned, pushing into him even further. “God, you have no idea how hot you sound right now.” He bit down on his lower lip when he felt Rory’s nails dig into his skin, hoping that it would draw blood so they could form into half crescent scars. He loved when Rory made his mark on him (always accidentally, of course); he liked looking back on these marks later. They served as a reminder of what they did earlier.

Rory tightened himself around Sebastian as he slipped back into that same rhythm he’d set earlier, only now, the drag and pull of his cock, long and thick and satisfying, ebbed away some of the desire his fingers could not satisfy. Beneath him, he could hear Sebastian panting and moaning, especially when he tightened himself around him, lifting his hips some so that he could work that pace with him.

More than anything, Rory wanted to make sure they both got something out of this, which was why he gave him something to work with, allowing his hands to wander this time, shy and inexperienced as they were, going by the sounds that escaped Sebastian’s lips, this hardly seemed to matter. If Sebastian was enjoying it, then that was all that mattered.

All he had now was one more request and it was one they both seemed to want fulfilled, because before the question could leave his lips, Sebastian went about going in and out of him faster. In return, Rory’s hips worked with him, only stopping when his boyfriend shifted from supporting him with two hands to one so that he could reach down and take a hold of Rory’s cock. This time, when Sebastian worked, he went about everything with a renewed sort of energy, going harder and faster than ever, stroking Rory in time to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Yes, mo ghra, just like that—” Rory whimpered, sinking his nails even further into Sebastian’s skin, no longer able to keep in time with his rhythm. “Sebastian,” he said, his gaze suddenly snapping up to meet the older boy’s, “I—I don’t think—”

Sebastian nodded, “I—” He seemed to be short of breath, “—yeah, I don’t think—”

His statement was cut short with one final sharp, deep thrust, followed by him clinging to Rory so tightly that the impact of his grip would surely visible blue-black bruises on his creamy white skin later, then the sound of his cries as he reached his climax. Rory followed shortly after, sobs racking through his body as his orgasm ripped through his body, the sound of his voice intermingling with Sebastian’s, as any and all energy he had left in his body completely dissipated, leaving him on a dizzying and blissful high.

 When Sebastian finally let him down, Rory still felt a bit light-headed and had to hold onto him so that he wouldn’t sway right on the spot. The water still poured in around them, though it wasn’t nearly as hot as it was before. Instead, it was a rather lukewarm temperature that suited the both of them well, running down their bodies, washing off any indication of their earlier activities.

It always astonished Rory when Sebastian pulled him in close afterwards, pressing his chest against Rory’s, and holding him into his arms in a way that said he didn’t want to let him go. So they didn’t. Not even when Rory reached down to turn off the tap, or when they got out and had to struggle some so that they could both fit their bodies into the one towel the bathroom carried.

They remained silent as they walked back to Sebastian’s bed, sated and content to simply gaze at one another. Rory didn’t even bother to object like he normally did over going back to bed after waking up. Instead, he simply crawled in after Sebastian and pulled the covers over their bodies. When he looked up at Sebastian, there was a smile playing at his boyfriend’s lips. He leaned in and pressed a kiss against his forehead and Rory reached up, running a hand through his soaking hair. The sheets would absorb what the towels didn’t.

Content, Rory snuggled up in Sebastian’s arms, resting his head upon his chest, closing his eyes so that he could fade into oblivion once more.

Maybe mornings were vastly underrated, but there was something to having a lie-in every once in a while with Sebastian.

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