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The boy's just no good. {missedstations x HKitten}

The blonde titled his head at the cute tone his lover used to introduce his landlady. René was obviously not too happy, and he assumed it was because they had been interrupted.

â??René! Donâ??t be like that.â? she â??admonishedâ?? him, before turning to Nathan with a lavishing smile. â??You see, we used to date, René and I.â? it was a boldface lie, but the blonde didnâ??t know any better. Nathan had a slightly shocked look on his face, before schooling it to be a slight smile.

â??O-oh?â?

â??Oh, indeed. Weâ??re such close friends though, so even though the heat is gone, the warmth is still there. Isnâ??t it, René?â? Malinda crooned, wrapping her arms around the brunetteâ??s shoulders and â??coddlingâ?? him. Internally, she just enjoyed teasing and bothering her tenants. Besides, what else did she have to do today? The site of this blonde, rather normal and plain looking, made her curious as to why he was here. Definitely not a john â?? René had never brought one back â?? soâ?¦ something more?

â??Yeahâ?¦ isnâ??t it?â? Nathan asked softly, a bit dazed in his tone and movement. He wasnâ??t used to feeling the green eyed monster, but it made him feel strange to be in the same location as Renéâ??s ex.
 
René was so shocked at this turn of affairs that he did not know how to make a response at all. He was completely stiff as she touched him, having no idea what to do. There was an attempt to hide the horror in his expression â?? especially since he had never, in his life, managed to have sex with a woman. Their relationship had always been purely professional, even though he could give a woman oral sex well enough, if really necessary... It was in his skill repertoire.

â??No!â? was the most coherent response that he could give.

Her boobs against his back was certainly not what made him uncomfortable â?? he had shared beds with naked women every so often, and it had been generally comfortable. It was the expression on Nathan's face that made him step away from Malinda, pulling himself out of her arms.

â??I have never dated a woman,â? he told Nathan. René had simply never really had the interest in doing so, nor the inclination. And most of René's exes tended to not want to acknowledge him at all, if by some chance he ran into them. It was rare that he did anyway. Such a big city, after all, and people had a way of mysteriously disappearing in this line of business.

â??He's my boyfriend, Malinda. And I don't tell your boyfriends about the fact there's three of them, so it would be appreciated if you didn't try to mess things up for me.â?

There, he had done his best to ruin her game. He'd even threatened to spill the beans on her relationships...
 
When René jerked and somewhat snapped at Malinda, the woman had to take a step back and bite back her giggles. She had been the brunetteâ??s landlady for quite some time, which was surprising to her, as not many people stayed around in these areas. They either left for something better, moved to somewhere worse, or got killed in their line of job. It was either death by monster or client.

However, this one had been in her â??careâ?? for a few years now, and it seemed that he was actually, honest to whatever god there was, trying to make a go at aâ?¦ relationship.

A whore, making a goâ?¦ at a relationship.

â??Thereâ??s four of them, for your information.â? she retorted with mirth, trying to hide her incredulous reaction into knowing that this was a boyfriend and not some high paying john. Malinda gave Nathan a flashy smile and blew him a kiss, before winking at René. â??Well, it might have been fun~ but I suppose I shall leave you be so you canâ?¦ get to business.â?

Both a hint at what she suspect was going to happen before she came, and a question on whether or not taking a night off would harm Renéâ??sâ?¦ income.

Nathan wasnâ??t as convinced that the two before them had nothing but a landlady-tenant relationship, but he didnâ??t think it would be that important. Instead, he gave her a shy smile and scratched behind his ear for a moment. A distraction and nervous habit that resembled a dog he once had. â??Um, it wasâ?¦ nice meeting you.â? the blonde offered, only ending it in an upturn tone that sounded more like a question than a statement.

â??René, why not walk your lovely landlady out?â? it wasnâ??t that far, but she just loved to tease the whore on how he got caught with someone in his apartment. Someone that seemed like he wouldnâ??t even lower himself to be Renéâ??s customer, much less a booty call.
 
The worst part was that he knew exactly what part of the entire thing it was that she was finding funny. She'd probably have seen his usual companions â?? friends of the same occupation, seeking some comfort, some proof that not all sex was about the monetary transaction. Same as he was, in other words. And that she found it funny was, in some strange way, actually hurtful. He knew how ridiculous the whole thing was, but he wanted to try, at least. Malinda's assumption was that no doubt it would end with miserable failure.

And yes, it would hurt his income, but René had found that he couldn't quite resist Nathan. He was just hoping that the hole in his finances would be quite small, and that there would be no need to end up in debt to anyone. He did, however, always have a thing or two that could be sold, just in case...

As it was, he gritted out a 'thank you' at her gracious offer to leave. When she was gone, they could get back to enjoying the evening, if the mood had not been ruined completely. Please don't let him think she was telling the truth, René thought desperately.

He gave Nathan a rather terse smile as he turned to follow her out. No doubt she would have a few choice words and a piece of advice... He just hoped she kept her voice low enough so that it didn't reach the bedroom.
 
Malinda only smiled wickedly at René as she left, knowing that she probably shouldnâ??t try to sabotage Renéâ??s happiness, but at the same time, she couldnâ??t help but make fun of the whore. She was glad that she wasnâ??t one herself, having a bit of luck in that area, but that didnâ??t mean that she cared deeply for them. They were no more important to her than the bills that would line her palms they could give her.

After the landlady finally left, Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. His erection that had been building up with the mood had died a horrible death. Luckily it was before Malinda got an eyeful. Sadly, itâ??s still dead, with her gone. â??Umâ?¦ well, sheâ??sâ?¦ something, huh?â? the blonde chuckled a bit awkwardly. He really didnâ??t know what to think, as he hadnâ??t really expected to be told that René had an ex. Of course he knew that perhaps his boyfriend did have a few, but it was still a shocker to hear. And when Malinda jokingly said she was one of them?

He hated the feeling of jealousy that welled up inside of him. Nathan couldnâ??t have stopped the emotion, as he was used to having something as his and his only â?? especially in a relationship. Not that he had many to compare to, but still. He still didnâ??t know what to make of Malinda, but he wanted to trust René that she was only a landlady and nothing more.

â??Umâ?¦ soâ?¦â? but he didnâ??t know how finish what he wasnâ??t sure he wanted to ask. How do they pick up where they were after something as strange as that? Maybe ask René to cuddle and get some rest? Or would it be crude to ask to pick up exactly where they left off and try to get off regardless?
 
He sighed with relief as he locked the door behind her. Momentarily, he leant his forehead against the wood, gathering himself before going back to Nathan. That was close. Far too close. Malinda had a damned privileged position as one of the few landlords that accepted cash, rather than taking payments directly from electronic accounts. She could make up whatever rules she liked, and most of her tenants would have to comply.

Looking tired suddenly, he sat down on the bed next to Nathan.

â??Yeah, she's something.â? One thing that René did appreciate was that she did not demand payment in sex sometimes, not like the indignity some of his friends had to suffer in other places.

He reached out to touch Nathan's hand. It really did look like this was bothering his boyfriend... â??She's really not my ex. That would be way too awkward for me... She just a bit of a sadist and loves making people uncomfortable.â? And embarrassingly she had found exactly the right buttons this time.

â??Mind giving me a cuddle?â? he asked, trying for a playful tone but somehow not getting it right.
 
Instead of playful, Renéâ??s tone came off flat and a bit cringed. The blonde didnâ??t take it to heart though, as he would assume the dissatisfied feelings were due to Malinda coming in and playing around, rather than Nathan putting his boyfriendâ??s mood off. At least, he hoped that was the case.

â??Yeah, letâ??s get a little in before I take advantage of you.â? he teased, scooting so that he would make room for both of them to lie comfortably together. The blonde reached out and wrapped his arms around the seemingly delicate waist as he tried to gently tug René into spooning with him. He knew for certain that the other male was anything but delicate â?? just from what he saw of Renéâ??s personality. Physically, René was about his size, his build. So he knew it was all in his head about how he saw René as fragile or delicate. A protective nature he had of whomever he would date out of habit.

Usually something that some of the others didnâ??t like and straight up told him to go to hell.

Being told someone thought you would benefit with protection in this world was like a blow to the ego â?? though unintentionally. It never went well, so he figured he might as well keep those thoughts to himself and prevent any actions that would indicate it.

As an alternative, he just nuzzled Renéâ??s shoulder when he could, breathing in his loverâ??s scent. â??Another plusâ?¦ if you come away with me, you wonâ??t have to deal with her?â? he teased, his five oâ??clock shadow scraping gently against Renéâ??s flesh.
 
The comment made him smile despite himself. They'd had the conversation about who was taking advantage of who before, and the memory amused him. René lay down into the space that Nathan made for him, happy to have Nathan hold him. He enjoyed that Nathan seemed to want to protect him, to take care of him... Being held like this was nice, and it was easy to relax again and forget the interruption.

Maybe one day he would tell Nathan to go to hell, but for now it was all good. It was nice to feel safe, looked after. He was unused to that. As he got used to Nathan, he would probably end up being less tolerant of it all.

â??Hrrm... You're right,â? he replied, turning around. â??It would be nice to be without her. She loves knowing everyone's business...â?

He placed a hand on Nathan's face, caressing the across the cheekbone. He kissed Nathan's lips very lightly the first time, then a little less gingerly the second time, closing his eyes, and leaning his forehead against Nathan's.

â??I wonder what it would be like to just live with you,â? René murmured. He had no illusions that it would be easy to accept living with another person, especially those from so wildly different life experiences. Nathan could change his life so easily... It made him a little afraid.
 
Blonde hair fell across his forehead as he shifted for René to be able to move freely. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, firmer the second time, but still a lingering sensation. Afterwards, their foreheads pressed together made him wonder if this is what it felt like to have butterflies in his stomach. Not the morbid direction of where he attempted to eat them and now they were burning in his acidic stomach juices. Rather, the fluffy kind, where romance hits and the flutter inside is enough to make the person giddy.

“Hm… well, I guess we’d try to kill each other after awhile. Maybe even after a day or two, who knows?” he joked, opening his eyes to look at René’s. Nathan’s eyes were bluish-green up close, but he wondered if René saw a reflection of himself, because right now, all the blonde could see was his lover. That, and he must have looked funny, as his eyes had to cross to ‘look into’ the brunette’s eyes.

“And after you fail to kill me – because mind you, I have a strong survival instinct – I’ll just have to claim compensation.” at that, he allowed his hand that had been innocently resting on the brunette’s hip to slide up the flank and smooth over warm flesh. It detoured though and instead of sliding upwards all the way, it turned and began to slide down the backside of what René was wearing. The material eased way for the second object trying to get in, and Nathan smoothed his palm around the other’s buttocks. There, he gave it a firm squeeze, showing René just what kind of compensation he wanted.

But instead of continuing with the sexual advance, he pulled his hands back entirely and held them up in a gesture of surrender. “Sadly, we’re not at that stage yet, so I must wait until the day I get to claim such things.” he playfully sighed, leaning his head back against René’s to nuzzle their noses together.

They lived in two different worlds it seemed. René in his sordid one, while Nathan in his sugar coated romance. All his romantic relationships had been like that though. Soft, loving, caring. They had only failed because of the situation of work or that they didn’t enjoy the fact that at any time, Nathan could be called out of London. Other times, it was because they wanted things Nathan couldn’t give or change about himself. Sometimes, they ended prematurely due to the other party being killed in a raid. Not that there were many that he had long term relationships with, but he had dating around here and there.
 
René grinned at the 'trying to kill each other', but it fascinated him to see someone's eyes so close – the complexity in the way the colours blended, how different they actually were to what they seemed from a distance... It was definitely a moment he would remember.

He let himself fall onto his side, into a more comfortable position, still gazing at Nathan, leaning his head down onto his outstretched arm. “Compensation, huh...” he mused, grinding his hips against Nathan's at the touch... To make it a little harder to remove that hand. Such a lewd gesture Nathan made seem so playful and a little innocent.

He rubbed his nose against Nathan's. His grin had faded a little, but he still wore a smile. “Hmm. You make me feel as if I could just got to sleep like this, beside you...” Though he was quite sure that may not be what either of them wanted. “And that I would be perfectly safe.” This was a confession in a way, an admission of a secret. “It's so rare I feel safe, you know?”

Throwing an arm across Nathan's chest, he burrowed his nose in the crook of Nathan's neck. “Just like this...” He kissed the skin there lightly, wondering if his lover would mind terribly if he left a hickey. Most people he slept with did.

 
The blonde chuckled deeply at the ‘confession’, finding it cute almost. The striking truth of it being true in this kind of world was touching though. He knew that it must be hard to trust anyone in the kind of place that René lived in, so the words made a warmth blanket him more so than the blanket that they had under them. “Yeah…” he murmured, shifting to wrap an arm around René’s form and petting him almost. Not like how owners pet a dog, but rather, a lover desiring to play with the other person’s hair.

“Can’t say I could give you safeness though – not when I’m inviting you to join me to explore the unknown.” Nathan teased, settling deeper into the bed. If they feel asleep like this, he wouldn’t have minded at the moment. They were just comfortably against one another that he was content not to budge an inch. “Sleepy?” he asked after a moment, a slow shiver trekking along his frame as he felt the soft kiss.

They were going on a trip in a month, and all he could think about was how to keep René confined to this room for an undetermined amount of time. Half to do naughty things with and half to just have his boyfriend alone with him to laze with. Shaking that thought off of his mind, he refocused on playing with the brunette strands. “If not, perhaps we should be more productive?” his habit kicked in. The blonde was used to always being in motion. Things were effective with smoothly going through motions and actions in his mind, like a machine.

Perhaps they should start packing? Well, assuming that he wasn’t slowly scaring René off from the idea of going on some uncharted journey.
 
“Ripped apart by wild animals or stabbed by a thug...?” René mused. “What exactly is the difference?” There was pretty much a high level of risk wherever you went – unless you were filthy rich and lived in a walled compound, surrounded by guards. René had never set foot in one of such places, and probably never would do.

“No...” He nuzzled the crook of Nathan's neck before kissing it again.

“And what do you consider 'productive'?” René asked, a little baffled. Productive would be... Doing some cleaning or something. He was content to lie there and waste the time, lying against his boyfriend. He lived life more slowly than Nathan – not particularly needing to ever need to be in motion, working just enough as was necessary.

He made no attempt to let Nathan move though, leaving the arm across him, and wrapping it a little tighter around Nathan. The question had been purely academic, unless, of course, Nathan considered sex productive!
 
“Productive…” Nathan murmured to himself, half in thought and half focusing on the strand of hair he was playing with. Brunette’s always amazed him – such as redheads too – as he was stuck with blonde. “You know, where we-.” he was about to go off on productivity and its meaning. On how work was productive, and how cleaning, writing, learning… all those things was considered productive one way or another. But at the questionable look on his boyfriend’s face, he grinned lopsidedly.

“Where we get busy between the sheets.” the blonde changed his ending, sliding even closer to his lover to tease. His eyes were gauging the reaction though, and he half wondered how much of an… affectionate person René was. Too much could provide quite an interesting trip, but it could also be worrisome. How would Nathan keep up if he had to work long hours?

But that was a worry for another time, as he slipped his fingers up higher. The pads of his fingers brushed against the edge of René’s shirt, before dipping in between and feeling against the smooth flesh. Warm and supple in his mind, as he ‘slyly’ slithered his hand up further. His features did nothing to reveal that he was doing something naughty though, as he continued to play with his boyfriend.

“I’ll be busy in the next few weeks getting ready to go, so I’d hate to leave you feeling… neglected.” he spoke playfully as if he was talking to his cat or something. The brushing fingers gave petting motion strokes, as he leaned in closer to tease with a kiss, but not quite give it. In truth, he would be quite busy in the next week or two, just to get ready and prepare the company for his leave. He hoped René would understand and perhaps it’d give the other male plenty of time for himself to sort things out. Plus, there was the whole job issue – whatever René did, he surely needed to give some notice he was going away, didn’t he?
 
“I'm glad you see things my way...” René replied, grinning back. “I was worried there for a mo- ment.” He had to breathe in sharply when he felt Nathan's hands on him. It was still a novel and interesting experience... To have a boyfriend at all was part of it. “I mean, what's the use of missing work if I get no fun?”

He had no idea how it could possibly take weeks to get ready. All he needed to go was to stuff some clothes in a suitcase and he could be done. In a life like his, there was little space to be sentimental with things... And as for his job... It was rather light on paperwork, and personnel mysteriously disappeared all the time.

He caught Nathan's playful tone. “Neglected, huh...” he mused. “Well, you just have to make sure to feed me at the right times and to exercise me regularly... But you're lucky. I'm easy to take care of. Any idiot could do it,” he teased. Not giving him a proper kiss was just cruel though, so he wrapped his fingers in strands of hair at the nape of Nathan's neck and pulled him close, almost commanding. His other hand snaked down to gently massage his boyfriend's crotch through the cloth of the pants.

“Really, I think I should worry more about you...” His grin was utterly evil at this point. This whole teasing flirty thing was so much fun – he didn't normally get to do much foreplay.
 
A burst of pain flared in the back of his head, where the soft strands were tugged like he was some pup that had done something wrong. Instead of finding it off-putting though, Nathan hummed pleasantly and brushed his lips against René’s. “Rea-lly?” his voice spiked at the end, an embarrassingly squeaking sound at having his crotch grabbed. The erection there throbbed and pressed against his lover’s hand, wanting more contact.

The blonde cleared his throat and tried to remain in control, despite the fact that his hips arched harder against René’s form. “Now, why would you have to worry about me?” he asked innocently, fingers drifting back towards the edges of René’s shirt. His right hand drifted under and began to ease upwards, where he easily latched onto a soft nipple.

Nipples where nipples, in his opinion. But René’s were warm and soft, almost actively begging for fingers to pinch and tease. So it was exactly what his fingers were doing. Using his blunt nail, he scraped over the left nipple a few times until the flesh tightened, before pressing it between two fingers and rolling it.

Meanwhile, his other hand placed itself over the hand that was massaging his crotch. Nathan gently tried to remove the hand, so that he could press their erections together and get a little friction going for the both of them.
 
He hissed in pleasure and pulled Nathan's head down for another kiss, this one a little hungrier, nipping at his lover's bottom lip. Getting to know Nathan had meant that René was now far more comfortable in doing what he wanted, what he enjoyed. This was someone he wanted, not some john. The difference had never felt wider.

And it was excellent to know that Malinda's visit had not ruined the mood.

Foregoing one's own pleasure to annoy someone... Always a fun trade off. Well. The self satisfaction of not letting Nathan move his hand pretty damn awesome. He slid his hand now into Nathan's pants, stroking the erection as much as the limited amount of space let him. It would be quite nice to reduce Nathan to a puddle of goo...

“Well, you see...” he purred. “You're doing so much worrying. It can't be healthy for you. You need to relax... And enjoy yourself.” He finished with a grin, massaging the back of Nathan's neck idly, letting go of the hair. “There's so much time to sort everything out...”

René was also getting the slight suspicion that he was just way more laid back about things such as packing than Nathan was. Then again, someone needed to be uptight about those things or nothing would ever get done.
 
And into a puddle of goo did he turn.

The amazing feeling of having René’s hand wrapped around his prick was strangely satisfying, almost as much as having his hand slide down the back of René’s clothes to grope at the firm buttocks. With gently rocking motions, Nathan tried to get them as close as physics would allow, but not to the point that the brunette couldn’t fist him. Because for the other male to stop now… well, that’d be a sin.

“Mm… yeah… enjoying self…” he murmured without coordinates. The blonde wasn’t used to having his body experience pleasure often, so just this was enough to absorb like a feasting man. Nuzzling René’s neck, he lavished the column of flesh with kisses and nips, wanting to be closer to his lover. All thoughts about worrying and the upcoming trip seemed irrelevant now, and even if the landlady came back, he didn’t think he wanted to stop.

As he continued to rock his hips against the hand that was scolding hot to his body, Nathan slipped his fingers between the plush cheeks. The feel was naughty and dirty, but it sent a jolt of lust through his body. His shaft twitched in response, while his fingers wiggled in deeper between and searched out for the base of the balls and the warm opening that was so accepting of him the last time.
 
He stroked the head of Nathan's cock with his thumb, continuing to stroke. Wouldn't it just be hilarious if he got Nathan to come in his pants... Putting these stupid challenges to himself was fun, rather than thinking about how to make someone do their business as quick as possible so he could be rid of them.

“Yeeees,” René confirmed, caressing the top of Nathan's spine and back. He kissed the part of Nathan's cheek that he could reach, grinning at being paid attention to in this way. How Nathan could make him feel special was... Wonderful. Anyone else touching him like this and he would be feeling all cynical.

He nibbled at Nathan's ear, and bit down a little harder when Nathan found what he was looking for. Not that René had made the whole thing very difficult – he had made a little sound of amusement when Nathan had started to grope his arse, but now he wanted Nathan inside him again. Odd to have missed that. And he'd thought about asking to be on top earlier... Nevermind though. He reached vaguely for his bedside table opening the drawer and scrabbling inside it.
 
When René bit down on his ear a bit harder than the little nibbles applied, the blonde gave out a faint yelping whimper that sounded more dog than human. He shivered at the feeling of pain mingling easily with pleasure though, before resuming his rocking. Nathan wasn’t inexperienced, but the most exciting sex he had ever had was probably vanilla – pain didn’t even enter the equation unless it was necessary. Not that it was necessary often.

“Need a hand?” he asked teasingly as René shuffled through the drawer to get what he was hoping would be lubricant and a condom. If not, then nothing would surprise him more if the brunette pulled out a statue of Jesus out and started to whack him with it. Instead of helping out though, he wiggled his digit in deeper so that he could brush against the other male’s prostate. The walnut sized organ wasn’t hard to find, but the angle did provide a bit of stretching to rub against. Soon, two fingers were working inside of René’s body with as much force as he wanted to fuck the other male with.

His hips were persistent though, wanting to get his own pleasure at the same time he wanted to give pleasure. “Mm… do you have condoms here anyway?” he suddenly asked, realizing that he didn’t bring any of his own. He should – not that he didn’t trust René to be clean, but rather, just to be safe and to be clean – but he had forgotten to even bring anything other than the essentials.

Obviously, he needed to set his priorities straight.

Or gay, depending on how one looked at it. After all, how straight could he get with his fingers buried in the tight passage of another male, and his cock was throbbing desperately. Oh gods, if they didn’t hurry things along, he was going to cream his pants. And that hadn’t happened since he was a teenager… something he’d rather not relive.
 
Sadly, René did not keep any statues of saints anywhere in his house. So Nathan would not be being whacked with them over the head. But there was plenty of condoms, and it would be terribly embarrassing if Nathan saw exactly how many. He slammed the drawer shut as soon as possible. He tossed a condom and a squeezy bottle of lube at Nathan, not being very accurate at this point. Apparently it was a good point, because he only laughed when the lube slid off the bed.

“You pick that up,” he ordered. Somehow he managed to make it a complete sentence, but he probably would not have been able to get out anything longer.

Wasn't it good that René had just been about to go to work? He'd cleaned himself up and prepared in advance, and then Nathan had called.

He wrapped his arms and his legs around Nathan to pull him close. Maybe he should start doing yoga or something, get even more flexible. “Love you,” he muttered, though it was probably should not be taken too seriously at this point. After all, Nathan was doing so many things he liked!
 
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