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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES #52-56 OCTOBER 1992 - FEBRUARY 1993 BY KEVIN EASTMAN, PETER LAIRD, JIM LAWSON, KEITH AIKEN AND MATT BANNING

SYNOPSIS (MIXED WITH TURTLEPEDIA, TMNT ENTITY AND COMIC VINE)

Casey wakes up in Gabby's trailer, too injured to eat. Gabrielle tells Jones that he can stay there and rest up if he wants to, and Casey says that he might. Jones then dials the local police to report the incident, but when the operator answers he just hangs up. He grabs a drink and heads outside to take a walk.

April is reading about the Foot violence in the New York Times. The story sparks her memories of the Foot burning down her antique store. Robyn interrupts her sister's thoughts and the two head out to do some shopping.

Gabby gets an hour off so she heads home and is surprised to find Casey still there. Jones has cleaned up the trailer and made lunch that they share.

Master Splinter is in the woods of Northampton, Massachusetts, attempting to meditate, but something is on his mind and he cannot concentrate.

Casey and Gabby are talking about the family that Jones left behind in New York.

"You miss your family, huh Casey?" Gabby asks.

"Yeah, I guess..." Casey mumbles, "Yeah..."

Gabrielle takes Casey's hand and tells him, "I just want you to know... when you're ready... if you're ready... to tell me... I'll be here. Until then... I'd like you to stay."

With that out in the open, Gabby kisses Casey.

In New York City, an Asian businessman is riding on a bus. He opens his briefcase and connects a cordless phone to his laptop computer, using it to hack into the power company's computers. He flags an account as seven months overdue. The power company discovers this odd glitch and wonders how it got past them for so long without anyone noticing, but rather than investigate further, they simply shut off the electricity in a building - one that the Foot Soldiers are using as a headquarters.

In Tokyo, Japan we see a conference with numerous business people gathered around a table. A man notes that their software has almost completed beta test phase and that it is a pity that they allowed the New York factions to go to war for so long. A woman notes that it was to their advantage to wait.

"In chaos there is weakness." she states.

Back in New York City, the Turtles prevent a woman from being mugged by three men. Raphael is tired of being a street vigilante and wants to find the Foot.

We see the old man in the hospital, sitting up for the first time with assistance from his nurse.

Leonardo tells Raphael that they just need to wait, and that in time their path will be revealed.

"Could ya keep the Zen crap to yourself for now, Leo?" Raph sneers, "We don't all have your freakin' Buddha nature, ya know... some of us actually enjoy linear thought! Like me... if I can't figure out whose butt I'm supposed to kick soon, I'm just gonna - -"

With that, Raph sees a strange robot emerging from out of a van driven by Foot Soldiers.

"--bust--" Raphael concludes, "Oboy. ALL RIGHT!"

The robot starts destroying a nearby bus, the one that contains the businessman who had earlier hacked into the power company's computers. The Turtles attack the robot and an army of Foot Soldiers appear from nowhere. Chaos ensues. Raph manages to destroy the robot, and the guys regroup, only to find themselves surrounded by Foot Soldiers and two more robots.

"What a revoltin' development this is." Raph notes as the Foot close in.

Well, look at it this way, Raph," Mike states, "It can't get much worse!"

In the final panel we see one of Shredder's Elite poised on top of a building.

Master Splinter is still attempting to meditate in the woods of Northampton, Massachusetts but his efforts once again prove futile.

Casey has taken a job as a grocery bagger, but he messes up by putting the bread on the bottom of the bag, which enrages his boss. The angry older man gets in Jones' face and reads him the riot act and insults Jones. Casey gets angry and puts a bag over the man's head and punches him in the face, sending him flying. Jones then storms out, but as soon as he's outside he realizes that he needs the job and goes back inside. Casey apologizes for the incident and asks for his job back. The man makes Jones get on his knees and beg for the work, but then screams "NO!" in Casey's face. So Space Case lets another punch fly and heads out.

Karai's plane has arrived in the United States, and she boards a helicopter that takes her to Foot headquarters, an imposing skyscraper in New York City.

Casey and Gabby are watching a romantic sunset. Gabrielle announces that she's getting hungry and wants to head for home, but before Casey starts their Jeep, he produces a ring and proposes. Gabby accepts Casey's proposal and the two are engaged.

April is having dinner with a slick weasel with a ponytail. The man brags about his programming prowess and then grabs April by the knee. O'Neil throws her coffee on the fellow and storms out. As she walks home, April reflects on how much she dislikes California.

Master Splinter is awoken by a voice, insisting that the old rat must eat if he's to survive. The Sensei tells the voice that he has nothing to subsist on.

"Help me..." Splinter implores.

"The help you seek," the Voice replies, "Is your own."

"There is little nourishment in riddles, shadow." states Splinter.

"The riddle is yours... that which can sustain you is within your reach... but not yet within your grasp." the Voice notes.

"I'm hungry... cold... in pain... and yet you torment me. You are death." concludes the Sensei.

"I am not," the Voice states, "But I know death."

Leonardo encourages his brothers to go on a training run. Raphael is not interested, but after some cajoling, he agrees to go along.

The old man is sitting up at the hospital, gazing longingly at the shuttered window.

As the Turtles jump from rooftop to rooftop, Raphael steps in some dog dung. This enrages Raph and he angrily stalks off towards home. As Raph makes hi sway back, he's ambushed by one of Shredder's Elite Guard. Raph is badly cut on the face, but he manages to severely wound the Elite by stabbing him in the side with a sai, thus taking the Elite out of action. Leo, Mike and Don arrive just as the fighting ends. The Elite gazes up at Leonardo.

"Y-you... you are the kappa... that killed my Master... Oroku Saki!" he stammers.

"Yes." replies Leonardo.

"I am... duty bound... to slay you... to... avenge my Master..." the man croaks.

"I think your avengin' days are over, pal." notes Raph.

"Perhaps... in the next life..." notes the Elite.

"Perhaps." answers Leo.

With this, the Elite Guard commits seppuku.

Master Splinter continues arguing with the Voice.

"Who are you!!?" Splinter demands.

"I have had several names," comes the answer, "But considering the circumstances, perhaps none is more appropriate than this... you may call me... the Rat King."

At her programming job in LA, April is feeling restless. She goes to her boss and states that the project he currently has her assigned to is a waste of time. Her boss sends her back to her desk and tells her to finish it. April sits back down, frustrated and angry.

At a Justice of the Peace's office in Colorado, Casey and Gabe tie the knot. Returning to their trailer, Casey has decorated the whole place in a tropical island theme to serve as their honeymoon. Gabe is thrilled with the gesture.

Inside the abandoned smokestack in Northampton, Splinter has been surviving off melted snow for water, though he needs food soon or he’ll perish. The Rat King urges him to eat the rats that scurry about his reach, claiming that once Splinter dies, the rats will have no second thoughts about eating his remains. Splinter refuses, believing himself to be above something as reprehensible as cannibalism. The Rat King tells Splinter that he is making a mistake by trying to shed his animal nature in search of spiritual perfection.

Back in LA, April returns home to Robyn’s place in a foul mood. She chides Robyn again for being messy and irresponsible and the two get into an argument. Robyn reminds April that their mother is dead and that April is not their father.

In the smokestack, Splinter grabs a rat, but lets it go; still unable to do the deed. The Rat King calls Splinter a weak master for his students, but Splinter believes it better to die than give in. Splinter asks if the Rat King is human and the Rat King reveals that he rejected his humanity long ago.

In New York, Karai and the Foot Clan have tracked the Turtles (who have grown sloppy) back to their water tower. Karai has assembled a unit of Foot Soldiers from the remains of the New York branch that are lost and looking for leadership. They plant a bomb beneath the tower, setting it on fire and sending the Turtles fleeing onto the rooftop. The Turtles, caught totally unawares, struggle to battle the Foot Soldiers (while in the hospital, the old man lays quietly in his bed).

Karai orders her Foot Soldiers to take the Turtles alive and they break out their tasers. The Foot Soldiers get Leo, zapping him unconscious. Though they’re loathe to do it, the other Turtles retreat before they’re caught, too. As they escape, Karai sends an arrow their way with a note attached. The note contains a phone number.

At Robyn’s place, April receives a phone call from the Empire Estates Nursing Home. As it turns out, their father passed away that morning.

REVIEW

When this story started, all these characters were in pain with their present. But as the story progresses, they start to figure out that they found their destiny, and that they cannot really avoid it. By being separated, they became weaker. If you like metaphors, all these divisions are reflected in the TV reports about conflicts in Europe and Asia. These fractures are food for vultures.

To make things more interesting, Karai made her debut in these issues. We are still not sure what she wants but... well... I already know the character :p

As for Casey’s story. I never heard of this Gabe before, so I don’t think that story is going to end well. And I think this mostly because of all the characters that are rediscovering themselves, Casey is the only one that seems to have been benefited by this arc. We’ll see.

The art got better with Matt Banning. It’s no secret that certain artists look better paired with certain inkers... maybe Keith Aiken wasn’t the right choice for Lawson.

I give these issues a score of 9.

#a c farley #tmnt #mirage studios #comics #review #1992 #1993 #modern age #indie #teenage mutant ninja turtles #city at war #karai #splinter #rat king #casey jones #april o'neil

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olliexsmythe · 5 years

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Tied Up In You | NOLLIE

Who: Oliver Smythe and Noah Duval ( @tapdancingduval )

When: Saturday 13th April

Where: Noah Duval’s room

Notes: Two mildly uncomfortable boys try bondage in a way that works for them; sex and emotional conversations follow.

He was surprised that he didn’t feel nervous. He had thought all week that he would feel nervous, scared possibly and he’d avoided thinking about it too much in order to avoid dwelling on any negative feelings. Instead of feeling sick, or nervous, he found he felt rather calm about the whole affair. He trusted Noah; and he found his mind focusing on this being a new thing they explore, something that might just be fun. He was focusing more on the idea that Noah would be kissing him, touching him everywhere more than the actual being tied up part but that was beside the point. He’d shooed Noah out of the kitchen after dinner and taken some time to clean up; when he was finished, he took a settling breath and went to kneel at his feet. He managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds before he started to laugh, hiding his face against Noah’s thigh. ‘I’m sorry. I wanted to start this off right. I wanted to do what I’m supposed to do but I just -- I feel ridiculous kneeling for you.’ He shook his head and reached over to take Noah’s hand in his own and kissed the back of his hand. ‘Are you ready Noe?’

After he was ‘kicked’ out of the kitchen, Noah went to the couch and sat down waiting for the nerves to hit. And yeah, they were there, but there wasn’t the panic he was expecting. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t feel about 200 kinds of ways about the whole idea of D/s and scenes and all the rest of it. It was just that here and now it wasn’t about any of that. It was just about him and Oliver finding a way to stay true to themselves and still make it through the system. He trusted Oliver completely. And knew that neither of them would let this become about anything but about each other. These were the thoughts that were running through his head when his boyfriend came and knelt at his feet. His eyes went wide not planning on that, but any panic was offset by Oliver’s amazing laugh. His own bubbled up as he put his hand on the top of his head and playing with his hair. “S’okay. Kind weird for me too.” He didn’t judge people who liked that, but it wasn’t exactly their bag. He melted as Ollie kissed his hand. “Yeah… Yeah, I am.” He stood up and gently pulled his boyfriend up with him. “Got everything set up in the bedroom.” He walked them back, though had to stop in the doorway to pull him into a kiss. “Sorry. Just needed to do that before we start.” Which sounded strange since the whole scene was going to be about kissing and touching. “Guess we should start with the formal ‘business’ stuff. Safewords and limits and all of that, yeah?”

The most important thing he could do was make Noah feel at ease. That felt infinitely more important that anything he could do for himself. He let himself be led through to the bedroom and felt his knees weaken slightly when Noah paused in the doorway to kiss him. ‘You never have to apologise for kissing me.’ he reminded him gently, reaching up to rest his hand against his cheek. ‘My safeword is just red. It’s never something I thought a great deal about so I just went for something generic --’ He caught himself starting to ramble and he stopped, giving Noah a grin. ‘Limits -- I honestly don’t know what they all are. I don’t fully know what I’m going to be comfortable with but I promise I’ll tell you if something does make me uncomfortable. I -- Bloodplay, knifeplay, scat; all that extreme stuff. Forced orgasms, being blindfolded or left alone.’ He listed off, struggling to list off everything. ‘What about you? What’s your safeword? Your limits?’

Noah sighed and leaned a bit into the hand on his cheek. He nodded along with his boyfriend. He’d often wondered about the whole limits thing. Not that he thought there shouldn’t be limits or that they should be discussed. Talking about this stuff was intrinsic to consent, but he wondered how many submissives felt comfortable letting their limits change… expand and contract as often as they wanted. He was lucky that Oliver would always be honest and vocal about what he needed. “I’m red too. Seems like the easiest thing. Mostly the same limits too. Add to that not giving humiliation or pain more than a fun little butt smack or two.” He smiled and winked. “But yeah, basically if you really want to try something or hate something I trust you to ask me and I know you trust me he same way.” He pulled him into a kiss and walked him backward toward the bed. “Trust you with everything.” It was true in such a deep way. “Thank you for letting me worship you today.” He skated his hands up under his shirt along his sides. “Ready?”

His eyes fell closed as soon as Noah kissed him and he kept them closed even after he pulled away. He took several deep breaths, letting the air escape from his lungs with a slow shudder. Was he ready? As ready as he could be. He opened his eyes and flashed his boyfriend the warmest grin he could manage. ‘I’m ready Noah.’ He promised him softly. Goosebumps appeared on his skin as his boyfriend slid his eyes up his sides and he shivered. His mind immediately started to make a list of the things he needed to do for this scene to work; strip, fold his clothes away, find the rope — he stopped himself from thinking too hard. Noah would tell him what he needed. His role in all this was to listen first.

Welp, there was nothing else but to do it. He smiled and continued to move his hands up. “I’m going to undress you and then I want you to put your clothes folded up on the chair.” He supposed most dominants would order their sub to undress, but he wasn’t most dominants and Oliver was unlike any submissive in the whole damn world. He was going to enjoy slowly revealing his beauty respecting and worshipping as he went. He proceeded to do just that. As each bit of skin was revealed he would kiss or suck on the warm flesh, soothing with stroked of his fingertips. “So beautiful.” He hoped Oliver didn’t mind he word. Such an overused and gender differentiated one and yet to him the perfect description of Oliver’s body. Every dip and curve, every hard muscle and soft inch of skin. Soon his boyfriend was completely stripped. He avoided stimulating at this point, not wanting this to become an edging session. As much fun as that could be this wasn’t a sexual scene. This was about worship and sensory stimulation not sexual stimulation. He brought his hand up to the back of Ollie’s neck and played with the soft hairs at the back of his neck. “Can you lay down for me?”

His boyfriend was magic. He’d always felt Noah was at least a little magic but it was confirmed in that moment as he undressed him, confirmed with every kiss, or soothing stroke of his fingertips. Magic because suddenly it felt impossible to be nervous. There wasn’t a person alive who was capable to taking care of him the way Noah did; there wasn’t anyone else he had the same trust in. He could fall and his boyfriend would catch him every time. He wasn’t sure how vocal a submissive was supposed to be but he always talked and he wasn’t going to change that now. ‘You feel really good.’ He avoided using his name or a title. He wasn’t totally comfortable with that yet and he wasn’t sure Noah was either. ‘I love when you touch me like this; those sly little strokes against my skin whenever you see it.’ He smiled at him. He took another deep breath and moved onto the bed. He thought he’d feel more exposed than he did, but being naked around Noah, regardless of his state of dress, apparently wasn’t something that phased him. ‘Where should I — Where do you want my arms?’

Oliver’s voice was just about his favorite thing in the world. “That works out because I really like touching you.” Noticing that his boyfriend wasn’t using a title, Noah felt a sense of relief. He supposed there would come a time, that they’d have to use it when they were in public, when they hopefully convinced the heads to give them what everyone guilted them for not wanting and yet also taunted them that they couldn’t get… a claim, their get out of jail free card. He helped Ollie on to the bed. “Above your head.” He slid his hand up his side and up his arm guiding it up above his head. “I’m trying to do any kind of tickle torture,” He smiled and winked. “so let me know right away if something is ticklish.” He focused his attention on tying his hands. The knots were simple and included a quick release, the end of which he put in Oliver’s right hand. When he’d started studying bondage he’d made sure he could do a quick release better than anyone. It seemed to him, you had no business tying someone up if they couldn’t release themselves anytime they wanted. “Okay, so you can pull that anytime you need and your hands will be free. The temperature was a little warm for him, but was hopefully perfect for Oliver without clothes. “I’m going to start at your feet. Remember, if you need anything let me know, yeah?” He smiled anxious to show Oliver with his touch how much… how deep he felt about him. His touch was not too light, but not intended to cause any discomfort. His thumbs pressed firmly muscle while fingertips explored every dip and curve. He lingered over tiny imperfections and scars wondering what story they held, wanting to know everything about him, but willing to wait a lifetime to learn it. Occasionally he would kiss a patch of skin, maybe even suck a little hickie into life. They would fade before he’d even reached his head, but they were like a trail of breadcrumbs marking his journey.

He wished he didn’t tense when Noah was tying knots to secure his arms in place. It wasn’t that he thought for a second he wasn’t safe; it was just the feeling of not being on control starting to sink in. His nerves were soothed when his boyfriend pressed the end of the rope into his palm. He knew him. Noah’s touch was perfect; it was purposeful, gentle, soothing. He let his eyes close, and his breath escaped his lips in raspy exhales until he got himself under control. ‘Kiss me there.’ He asked, speaking for the first time when Noah’s fingers brushed against his hip. ‘Please.’ He added hastily, recalling he wasn’t supposed to be demanding anything. He was supposed to be there for Noah’s pleasure. ‘That’s just — that’s a good spot. I love when you touch me there. It’s so intimate and sweet. And you do it sometimes when we’re out. When my shirt is untucked, sometimes you rest your fingers there and it just - it makes me feel really good Noe.’ He thought he would feel more desperate to touch him than he did. The longer he laid there, the more content he became to let Noah explore and found other ways, without touch, to let him know how much he was enjoying this.

When Oliver asked him to kiss him on his hip. He smiled and obliged dipping his head down to kiss across the hip, the soft dip all along to the jutting bone. “Thank you. Thank you.” He could never and would never be one of those people who imagined they could know everything their partner needed. Hell, that word itself said it. Even in this, even in a scene, they were partners. He couldn’t do it alone. He smiled and kept kissing, letting his thumbs fall into the V created by Oliver’s hip bones. “You’re precious… so damn special.” Every sound he made led him along the path of his worship of Oliver and his body.

The attention was a lot. It wasn’t too much; it was exactly the right amount. He had genuinely forgotten he couldn’t move his arms because he was so lost in every press of Noah’s fingers, every brush of his lips, every nip of his teeth. ‘Please don’t stop.’ he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut tight. It wasn’t supposed to be a sexual scene but he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused by the whole experience. He could feel his cheeks heat up both from Noah’s whispered praise and encouragement; and the realisation that he was enjoying this. And that was a good thing right? Noah wanted him to enjoy this otherwise he wouldn’t be doing it.

He wasn’t planning on stopping, though the kernel of sexual arousal building inside of him. He thought maybe after the scene was done they could make love. But for now he needed to keep focused on the scene. It mattered that he did this right. Even if they didn’t do scenes like other people, the importance of it was still there. What was a revelation for him was that they could do this in a way that they both enjoyed it. Ollie sounded good… sounded better than good and he loved getting to just lavish this attention on him. He was up to his shoulder now, biting just a tiny bit harder, on his collarbone, but not enough to do anything other than pink up the skin. “Love the taste of you. Love the sounds you make. Love you.” His hand reached up idly to rub at the skin around the rope, wanting to make sure that there was no chafing or discomfort.

The teasing nips to his collarbone was the most divine sort of torture. His body thrummed with a need for more; he longed to feel Noah biting and sucking, knowing a bruise was forming under his lips but at the same time, what he was doing was just right. ‘I love you.’ He breathed, eyes now open and farting around as his gaze followed the Dominant’s hands. He glanced back when he rubbed at his arms and wrists. ‘I’m okay Noe. I’m not in any pain or discomfort.’ He promised him gently.

“Good,” he said simply. Maybe the headmistress would laugh at the notion, but if he had to be a ‘dominant’ this was how he did it. He took care of people and more than anything he wanted to take care of Oliver. Wanted to love him, touch him, worship him, laugh with him, cry with him, live with him. “But I know how hard it is for you to be tied. You’re so brave to trust me to do it.” He rubbed his wrists a little longer and then moved up to kiss right there, thrilling at the feel of his pulse under his lips. “You’ve done so good. Thank you, thank you for giving me this.” He didn’t hear this a lot from the dominants in his classes, but really when a submissive agreed to a scene… any kind of scene they were giving something really special, really amazing to another person. They were giving intense trust and if you weren’t grateful that, what were you doing?

Honestly it was hard to even notice that he was bound with the way Noah was kissing and touching him. He told him as much although when he tried to do so, his words were a little disjointed and breathless. His head felt a little weird; it wasn’t a bad feeling, just different and maybe a little off. ‘I’ll give you anything Noah. Moon on a string, remember?’ He chuckled, itching to touch him not for the first time. ‘Thank you.’ He echoed back. This was as big a step for Noah as it was for him and he was absolutely going to acknowledge that. ‘You have no idea how incredible you are. Make me feel so safe. Even doing this, something I was so nervous about.’ He doesn’t undo the bindings but he does pull on them a little to make himself sit up as much as he can. ‘Let me kiss you.’ He requests quietly, feeling the slightest strain from how he’s now stretched. He has no intention of undoing anything however; that’s up to his boyfriend.

“Moon on a string,” Noah repeated. It seemed like a just a line and it would be if anyone else said it. But rolling off Oliver’s lips and tongue it was truth, it was promise, it was reality. His eyes went wide and playful at the question and as his boyfriend pulled against the bindings toward him. He laughed and answered by bringing his lips to Oliver’s first just soft and sweet, a press of lips to lips, but quickly grew in intensity. When he pulled away to breath, he rested his forehead against Ollie’s. “I think I’d really like to end the scene now. You were amazing… so freakin’ amazing… Just… just wanna make love to you now.”

For other couples, it might have been a blink and you’d miss it sort of thing but for them, the scene had felt monumental. The first step over the first hurdle in finding a more permanent happy ending. Kissing Noah in that moment was some sort of perfect torture because all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around him and it was the one thing he couldn’t. ‘I want you to undo it.’ He swallowed, holding the end for the quick release out towards him. ‘I’m not scared or uncomfortable so I don’t want to be the one who undoes it.’ He explained. He hoped it made the same sense to Noah as it did in his brain. As soon as his arms were free, he pushed himself up and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and kissed him the way he really wanted to, pouring every feeling of love and pride into it. ‘You were incredible.’ He whispered, resting his hand against his heart. ‘And yeah, making love sounds absolutely perfect. I’m not nearly ready to stop feeling you.’

Noah nodded and reached up to take the quick release out of Ollie’s hand. But he didn’t pull it. Instead he untied it as carefully and purposefully as he’d tied it, unwinding and undoing knots until his boyfriend’s arms and hand were completely free. He massaged his shoulders as he brought the arms back down. “Okay?” He kissed each shoulder before turning playful and biting the right one. “Mmmm…. I think maybe I’m a little overdressed.” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over shoulder. Before diving in for another kiss. “We did it! We did an actual scene.” Yeah, sure maybe everyone else would find his triumph silly over such a small scene. But he felt accomplished, proud of himself and Oliver. No he wanted nothing more than to keep touching and kissing.

His delight was absolutely infectious. He couldn’t describe the way he felt seeing Noah so elated and he could only hope that the Dominant was giving himself a lot of credit. The satisfaction and safety he felt leading up to, and during the scene hadn’t really been down to his feelings for Noah. They’d been down to who he knew he was as a person. He’d watched him only weeks beforehand get so down on himself because he felt like he’d failed Silas as a Dominant. He didn’t have a lot of experience but if Silas had felt even close to the way he did, he couldn’t see how Noah could possibly have failed. ‘We did an actual scene.’ He echoed, eyes bright. Hands now free to roam, he stroked along his boyfriend’s back, up his sides and across his chest. It hadn’t been long but he felt like he had to make up for lost time in touching him. ‘I want you to top.’ It probably didn’t need to be said, but he said it anyway. He spoke between lazy kisses, letting the words escape each time he pulled back.

Noah was more than happy to oblige there. He felt a need to be inside of his boyfriend, connected in a way that was more profound than even the most well thought out scene. He’d always loved sex, from his first fumbling time as a gawky awkward teenager through all of his explorations with gender and sexuality. He loved sex. He loved it when it was playful, when it was quick and dirty, when it was slow and sleepy, when it was sad and a final goodbye without words. But he’d never ‘needed’ it quite as much as he does with Ollie. He’d never felt it so deeply as he does with his boyfriend. He hurriedly pulled off his pants and briefs in one quick move happy to be finally as naked as his boyfriend. Pulling a condom and lube out of the bedside drawer he set them aside as he settled himself between Oliver’s legs. “Time to kiss the part I didn’t get to before. He ducked down until he could take his boyfriend’s cock between his lips teasing it with his tongue.

Oral sex was, and had always been, one of his favourite things. He liked to give it immensely; there was something so intimate about it that sent his mind into overdrive. Giving turned him on almost as much as receiving. He barely had time to whisper a ‘holy fuck’ before Noah was situating himself between his legs and closing his lips around his length. ‘Mmmf’ he moaned, hands now free to slide into Noah’s hair. ‘Kiss me there anytime.’ He breathed, the amusement and contentment evident in his voice. Something he found he loved about sex with Noah was more often than not there was an absence of urgency. It wasn’t that they weren’t completely eager to take their clothes off and get to it; it was more the knowledge that they could take their time, fully enjoy one another in moments like this when no-one outside the two of them existed. ‘Should be a sin for your mouth to feel as good as it does.’ He groaned, head falling back heavily against the pillow.

He loved having Oliver’s fingers in his hair. It drove him on to take more of his growing arousal in his mouth. Hearing he ways he was turning Oliver was like music to his ears… and to his dick apparently. But there was plenty of time for that. Right now he just wanted to enjoy the hard, thick cock in his mouth. He sucked and licked his way all the way down to the base swallowing around it before slowly pulling off, lathing his tongue all along the nerve bundle on the underside of the crown. “Fuck, you taste so good. Feel so good.”

He could feel his cock stiffening further between Noah’s lips. That by itself might be one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t stop his hips from twitching and rocking up in search for more. ‘Shit, Sorry.’ He apologised immediately, sitting up slightly so he could look down at him. He opened his mouth to say more but found himself focusing instead on the way his length disappeared and reappeared from the wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth. He wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible, and his grip tightened marginally on Noah’s hair. A series of garbled moans and grunts left his lips; more than a few sounding like he was trying to say Noah’s name. Eventually he had to stop him. ‘Noah, you — fuck — if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum.’ He warned him, although he made no attempt to pull away. He couldn’t bring himself to actually move away from the pleasure he was currently floating in.

At his boyfriend’s apology Noah simply pushed himself down as far as he could clearly an invitation to take him however he wanted. He would have happily continued until Oliver came, more than keen to taste his cum on his tongue, but even more keen to keep touching him and be inside him, bodies as close as they could be as they both came. He slid off his cock, tongue following slowly after his lips as he held Oliver’s gaze. He sat up and coated his fingers in lube, quickly circling his rosebud entrance before carefully pushing inside. He took his time stretching, pushing in deep, stretching some more, and teasing the rim to prepare it for his girth. His free hand stroked Oliver’s inner thigh and hip soothingly. When he felt he’d done as much prep as either of them could stand, He rolled the condom on and lined himself up. While he pushed inside he leaned in close, lips just barely out of reach of his boyfriends. “Love you.”

There were no two ways about it; Oliver was putty in Noah’s hands and for the first time, he became aware of just how true that statement was. He’d always been vocal in bed but he didn’t think he’d been as responsive with any other lover as he was with Noah. He pushed down against his invading fingers, clenching as he continually just sought out more. His head felt hazy in the best possible way; as though the only thing in the world that mattered was Noah and their very physical connection. He wasn’t loud but he continually let Noah’s name fall from his lips in breathless moans, as his hands now took full advantage of the fact that he could touch him. ‘Please.’ That was almost a whine and he wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking for; he just needed more of Noah, he needed to feel closer. ‘I love you.’ He echoed in responses pushing his hips up. The following stretch and burn proved to be exactly the thing his body was searching for. ‘Oh fuck I love you. You have — you have no idea.’ He breathed. He spread his legs wider, lifting up his knees slightly and everything felt more intense. ‘Fuck me.’ He grunted, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Noah was happy to oblige. Each breathy word drove him on, just wanting to hear more. “Fuck… oh fuck you feel so good.” He thrust in and out searching for all the angles that would make Oliver moan in that beautiful way. With Oliver’s legs spread out and up, he sank in deeper, grunting and sighing. “Yes… yes…” He began to thrust harder sucking on the jutting bone of his collarbone as he kept thrusting. The tight heat around his cock was perfect. But it wasn’t just a tight hole and natural friction. It was Oliver. Oliver’s scent filling his nose, Oliver’s voice in his ears, Oliver’s heat surrounding him, Oliver’s playful fingers in his hair. He’d never been with someone he could have sex that was a little bit rough, all kinds of playful, so damn hot, and on top of all that was an expression of their love even when it was being all of those other things. So yes, he thrust hard and deep, taking control, but following his lead at the same time, but no amount of dirty words and begging changed that they were making love. In fact maybe it made it more so. It was all the things that made their love special. He changed the angle looking to find that spot that would have Oliver seeing stars. He continued to kiss and suck everywhere he could reach. “Ollie… Ollie.. Fuck… love you so much.”

At this point, words were impossible. His entire body felt alight with an intoxicating combination of need, desire, lust and pure, irrevocable love. There was something about this version of Noah; this version that didn’t hold back from taking what he wanted, that did everything physically possible to bring him the most amount of pleasure. He fell in love with him all over again. He knew exactly what he was doing with every angle change and he moved with him, desperately trying to guide him to that spot. He squeezed his eyes shut and saw fireworks explode behind his lids when Noah slammed into his prostate. He clenched around him. ‘Ohfuckyesrightthere.’ He cried out, words running into one another amid a series of breathless moans. He started moving his hips faster, rocking up to meet every push of his boyfriend’s cock. He hooked his legs around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back and applied a little pressure to encourage him. ‘Don’t stop, don’t - oh - fucking stop.’ He grunted. He reached a hand between them and closed his fingers around his aching cock and started to stroke roughly in time with Noah. ‘I’m so close. Noe, please.’ His words left his lips in a whine and in that moment he was so needy, he didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed by just how much he needed him.

Noah knew that feeling when something, punched into your prostate and your whole body burst into technicolor explosions of pleasure. He grinned even as his own breath came out in moan huffs of air, making sure to keep the angle to keep pressing and sliding against that spot. “Won’t… won’t… oh fuck yes. Right there baby. Right there. Fuck feel so good.” He loved when Oliver would wrap his legs around him holding him there as he pumped his hips faster and harder. There skin was shiny with sweat as their bodies rocked together. “I’m there Ollie.. I’m there…” He was holding off, waiting for Oliver to have his release, but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep the racing steam engine of an orgasm from overtaking him. He needed this boy, this beautiful boy so much. He let his hand drift between them and covered Ollie’s hand with his own, not taking over, but applying just a little bit more pressure, wanting to feel when he came. The rhythm was perfect. Everything was perfect.

The feeling of Noah’s hand over his proved to be exactly what he needed; the little bit of additional pressure proved to be exactly what he needed to fall over the edge completely. His whole body tensed, and he clenched around his boyfriend’s length as ropes of white decorated his chest and Noah’s torso. The other man’s name left his lips in rough cry and he rocked up into his hand as he rode out every second of the pleasure he could milk from the situation. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’ he babbled out, leaning up to exchange messy, open-mouthed kisses. He was completely overwhelmed in the best possible way; every nerve ending in his body felt electrified and he’d never had an orgasm like it.

As Oliver clenched around him he was flung over he edge cumming so hard he nearly passed out. He yelled out Oliver’s name hoarsely shaking and pumping into his body. His forehead pressed into Ollie’s chest. “Love… God… love you.” He felt like every inch of his skin was zinging with electricity. A bright light of pleasure flowing between them and around them. When he finally stopped shaking from the strength of his orgasm he still deep inside of his boyfriend, hand still wrapped around the other’s. His breath came in jagged gasps as he tried to speak, but giving it up and just breathed and relished just ‘being’ with Oliver.

‘So perfect.’ he whispered into the silence. The air around them felt heavy and it made him want to cling closer. He tightened his legs and groaned as he shifted, subsequently making Noah move inside him. He curled forward slightly despite the sensitivity to press kisses against sweat soaked hair. ‘You’re everything Noah.’ he murmured, his heart still pounding harder than he thought it could against his chest. He already knew he didn’t want Noah to move. He knew he would have to eventually but he wanted him to stay where he was for as long as possible. He wanted to feel him for as long as possible.

When Oliver shifted and tightened his hold on him his channel tightened around him and he couldn’t help the deep groan bubbling up from his throat. As Oliver kissed him the groan gave way to a satisfied sigh or two. “Everything,” he readily agreed. It was like the first time every time. They always ended up here, this unique moment when neither of them wanted to move. They knew they would have to, but somehow would fight to squeeze everything out of just being connected like this. He found himself rolling his hips lightly. Not necessarily trying to start things up again, just trying to make sure Ollie could feel him for as long as possible. “Love you.”

‘Holy fuck’ he keened, feeling Noah start to thrust into him slightly. ‘If you think you’re ready to go again, I’m so fucking ready,’ he teased, although he loosened his legs from around his waist. ‘That was -- I mean I don’t even have the words for how mindblowing that was. I don’t think I’ve ever whined before.’ he laughed, railing his fingertips up and down Noah’s spine. He allowed his eyes to fall closed and he just breathed in the moment. The smell of sex and Noah’s shampoo filled his nose and he relished in feeling his full weight pin him against the mattress. ‘You called me baby.’ he remarked, the pet name coming to his head. ‘I don’t think you’ve ever called me that before.’

Noah laughed. “Oh man I wish I could…” He probably could if pressed, Ollie had ways of turning him on with just the sound of his voice or the tilt of his head or any one of a million other things, but pressed wasn’t really their style. Instead when, his boyfriend loosened his legs, he rested his weight a little. He sucked in a breathe, remembering that he had in fact said that. “I…. yeah…” He raised up a little and raked his hand through Oliver’s hair. “Is it alright? I know you don’t like guys just assuming they can call you something that isn’t your name.” He’d been really careful to always respect that.

‘You mean, I don’t like anyone who doesn’t know me using a nickname or a pet name instead of my given name.’ He corrected gently. ‘I’m purposefully a little difficult with Dominants who come along and think they can call me sweetheart or darling.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m neither of those things to them; and they can call me by my name until I decide otherwise. You however, my love, you can pretty much call me whatever you want and assume it doesn’t bother me unless I tell you.’ He grinned, resting his hand against Noah’s cheek. ‘Baby is different but it doesn’t bother me. Not when it’s you.’ He clarified.

He thinks he probably knew that. He knows that sometimes he overthinks things. It was kind of a Duval thing. His cheeks turned pink, probably feeling hot in Oliver’s hand. My love. Ollie called him that a lot. He couldn’t think of a better pet name. “Yours.” That was what he was. He was Ollie’s love fully and completely forever. He smiled and turned his head so that he could kiss his palm. Slowly he pulled his now soft cock from Oliver’s body instantly missing the warmth and contact.

Hearing that sparks some sort of possessiveness he’s never felt about anyone before. It’s an unusual feeling and he doesn’t quite know how to process it. All he wants to do is reiterate that yes, Noah is his as much as he is wants to be his in return. That comes with a feeling of safety, happiness; he’s never felt as happy as he has since he started dating Noah. He winces as Noah pulls out, left with an overwhelmingly empty feeling; another new notion for him to deal with. ‘I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. This — I don’t know what it is. I just never want to be finished with you. I always want to keep going. I always want to fucking touch you. Sex is just more of that.’ He runs his fingers through his own hair, tugging lightly on the ends as his face heats up. ‘I think about it at the most inappropriate times. I’m such a fucking pervert and it’s all your fault.’ He informs him.

After a few soothing kisses, and disposing of the condom in the trash by the bed as covertly as he could, Noah turned Oliver to his side so that he could spoon up behind him. He was a ridiculous post-coitus clingy octopus. His smile turned playful at Oliver’s words. “Turning you into a sex fiend hmm?” He takes his boyfriend’s hand in his own away from his hair. “You’re not a pervert. We just turn each other on….” He laughed. “A lot. Nothing wrong with that right?” He let go of his hand so that he could stroke a fingertip down his cheek. “The skin felt warm to the touch. “I love you so much. I think about you all the time and yeah… sometimes that means thinking about your body and how it feels under my fingers. That has led to some things coming… umm… up at inappropriate times.” He laughed even as he was kissing the spot behind Ollie’s ear.

‘Things coming up huh?’ He chuckled, resisting the urge to shake his head as that might interfere with the way Noah was kissing him. He still felt like a pervert but the way his boyfriend spoke about feeling elements of the same feelings, made him feel significantly less bad about the whole thing. He pushed back slightly so he could slit himself as close to Noah as possible and closed his eyes in utter blissed out contentment as Noah’s lips moved against his skin. ‘I used to dream about this all the time. Being with someone who made me as happy as you do. I thought I had it before but honestly, you have no idea how far out of the water you blow everyone else.’ He confessed. ‘Mmm that feels really good.’ He couldn’t ignore the kissing any longer; that was a particularly sensitive spot and Noah was applying all the right sensations. ‘What about you?’ He asked. ‘Any dreams or fantasies I should know about?’

Noah hummed and wrapped his arms around Oliver to hold him tight to himself. “Worries me though, you know? Worried about when you figure out I’m not that great. When you see all my flaws. Worried you’ll get scared away.” He didn’t know if he’d survive that. When he’d let Ryan go, it had hurt like hell, but it had also felt right. He knew she wasn’t meant for him. But Oliver… Oliver is meant for him and he is meant for Oliver. He’s sure of it. Pushing those thoughts away he concentrated on kissing that spot, letting his tongue peak out just a bit to play. “Hmm… making love to you on a beach pings something in my brain, but maybe all that sand is a bad idea in reality. Maybe in the water?” He chuckled and kissed some more before a serious thought occurred to him. “Umm… this is probably… well weird or something, but I’ve been thinking about what if we got tested again and maybe ditched the condoms?” Getting rid of that last barrier between them, wanted to feel when Oliver came inside of him.

‘I’m not scared of the flaws you think I’m going to find.’ He wriggled in his hold slightly so he could turn to face him but immediately pressed himself in as close as was reasonable. ‘I don’t for one second think you’re a perfect human Noah, and I sure as shit hope you don’t think that about me. I know you have flaws. You’re really fucking messy for one, and I swear more than any person should. But your flaws are part of you; and I am hopelessly in love with you. He continued with a smile. ‘But all your flaws, your quirks; those are the things that make you the person I want to be with. I’m with you because I want to be with you. It’s not easy; we’re both flawed human beings in a fucked up world. It’s going to be hard and we’re going to fight but I am making a conscious choice every day to be with you because you make me happy. You make me a better person. You’re allowed to worry; I can’t disregard how you feel. All I can try to do is spend every day showing you that I love you, that I choose to be with you regardless of your faults.’ He hadn’t planned on being quite so wordy; he’d repeated himself on more than one occasion and he wasn’t sure how much sense he made but it was something he needed to put out there. ‘Sea sex?’ he mused, images immediately coming to his mind. ‘That would be a first.’ he winked. ‘I want to fill all your fantasies though; and if you want beach sex, I could put up with some sand.’ When Noah’s tone became a little more serious, he listened with interest and as he spoke, a smile formed on his lips. ‘It’s not weird Noah. I’ve never actually --’ He stops himself short because he has done that once. With Q. That was also the last time he’d been tested and Noah had been the only person he’d been with. ‘I think we should get tested and yeah, I think losing the condoms could be really great.’

Noah laughed. “You really do swear a lot. Gonna have to warn my mom before you meet her.” He ran his hand up and down Oliver’s back occasionally tracing lazy circles. “I guess it’s our flaws that really make us… us. Some part of me is scared about those fights but the bigger part knows we’ll come out of them stronger. I’m just kind of a confrontation wimp….” He chuckled. “Guess you know this already.” The idea of beach sex was getting more and more appealing, but that could be because the idea of having sex with Oliver was literally always appealing. “Maybe a blanket is in order though. There are for sure places I do not want to get sand.” He held still for a moment. “Okay so that’s not weird, but is it maybe weird if I excitedly suggest we get tested before we go on the trip?”

‘No, I can totally turn it off for your Mom. I will be polite and courteous and will refrain from a single cuss word.’ He realised what he’d just said and his eyes widened. ‘Wait, you want me to meet your Mom?’ It was a silly thing to be shocked by. They had quite openly talked about the fact they wanted to be together for the long-term but somehow Noah wanting to bring him home to his parents thrilled him anew. ‘You’re not a wimp. I have all those fears too. I think it’s pretty normal to have some sort of fear. But if you ever do feel afraid about us, or worried, just talk to me. That’s the most important thing right?’ He reiterated before leaning in to kiss him longingly and slowly. ‘Let’s get tested, and assuming our results come back before we go away, the first time we forgo the condoms can be when we have sex on the beach.’ He decided with a playful laugh.

“Sounds like a plan. Then you can go hang out with dad and swear up a storm.” He laughed picturing already how much his parents were going to love Ollie. He smiled at the wide-eyed look his boyfriend gave him. “Yeah. I mean I know we’re giving this claiming thing ago, hopefully playing the system before it can play us, but for me what we’re building that’s just for us is family. You know? Our family. They’re gonna love you.” He didn’t know if Oliver knew how rare and beautiful his words and the deep truth behind them were. To know that he could come to his boyfriend with any worry or fear he had knowing he’d be heard and understood was powerful. “Yeah, it is. And the same goes for you.” The kiss was slow and stirred something in his gut. Part arousal, part passion, part puppy love, and part a feeling of being home. He loved when Ollie turned all playful… okay, who was he kidding he loved all of Oliver’s facets, but playful was good. “It’s a deal.” He returned his lips to Oliver’s parting his own to just lick a little. “Mmmm, how do you taste so good?”

‘I can’t wait to meet your family.’ He thought then, and it was a weird thought to think naked in bed with his boyfriend, about his brothers. Caleb and Nick both seemed like good guys, and they were obviously important to Noah. He mentally made a note to reach out to them, to spend more time getting to know them. He thought about bringing up his own but honestly found he didn’t want Noah to meet his parents. Not because he wasn’t important but because they weren’t. ‘I know. You are — the only person in the world I can come to with anything. And I’m lucky because not everyone gets one person.’ He acknowledged. ‘It’s probably the unhealthy amount of sugar I eat.’ He answered in jest, easily opening himself up to whatever Noah wanted. He kissed him again more insistently, tangling his legs up with Noah’s as he inched ever closer. He trailed his lips to his neck where he licked, and nipped; content to just lazily explore and be present in the moment. Their conversations were serious but he never felt burdened by what they talked about. He never felt frightened to disagree. Arguably for the first time, he felt completely at peace with himself.

“I can’t wait either.” He figured it was probably a good time to switch topics since it was a little strange to talk about family while they were naked after sex. Also there was the tangled up issues with Oliver’s family, notably his father. When and if his boyfriend wanted to talk about that he would. He’d back him either way. Truer words were never spoken. Too many people in this world had no one they could talk to honestly. He used his hands at the small of Ollie’s back to pull him close as the kiss deepened, legs tangling, hearts beating in time. He had no idea if he deserved this happiness, but the truth was that wasn’t what it was about. That was the system trying to push its way in. All that mattered was that they were there for each other.

#[ take this sinking ship and point it home ]#( one step into forever )

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