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It's late when Hondo gets a knock at the door. He untangles himself from the throw that's covering him and rises his aching body from the couch, turning on the table lamp as he goes. The missions from the week had taken a toll on him this time around. From chasing suspects, rescuing hostages, and doing some unbelievable stunts left him with more bruises than he can count and soreness in his muscles. But he would never trade this feeling for anything else. This job was worth it to him, so he took all the strain on his body with grace, not grimace and continued to do the duty he sat out to do all those years ago.
Today though was a close call. He managed to get the shooter they were after cornered and they tangoed in a rough fight. Both throwing blows and Hondo being a little slow on his reaction gave the criminal enough time to grab his gun and he managed to shoot him in the shoulder. His body armor caught the brunt of the bullet but still he felt the impact of the hit and it sent him flying back on his ass. His team quickly rushing in to cover him and lay down cover fire.
Eventually, they caught the shooter and his two accomplices and put all three of them behind bars. The impact left Hondo with bruising all over and a hell of a headache which he tried to sleep off after showering and popping a couple of pain pills. But after dinner he was so bone tired, he didn't even make it back to his room and just collapsed on the couch and let sleep finally take him.
He's not exactly expecting anyone at this hour, but he also isn't surprised to see who is standing on the other side of the door when he opens it. Deacon stood with a hand on his hip and worry in his eyes that Hondo rarely ever saw.
“Hey D,” He steps to the side and lets the other man in past him.
Hondo closes the door and locks it, keeping his eyes on Deacon as he glances around the living room as if he's expecting someone else to be there, even though he knows there's no one. He's stalling and Hondo knows this.
This is not the first time they’ve been together like this and most certainly won’t be the last. It’s the late nights, lingering stares, reaching each other in places that others can’t even begin to touch that keep them coming back. It’s addicting, Deacon is addicting and he’s a bad habit that Hondo is not ready to kick just yet.
“Did I wake you?” He finally asks.
“No.” Hondo lies.
And then Deacon is on him in an instant backing him into the wall and placing a searing kiss on his lips. Hondo groans at the roughness but he pulls the leather collar of his jacket to draw him closer, so they're pressed tight against each other, deepening the kiss. Deacon's hands are everywhere he can get them, caressing his neck, down to his broad shoulders, skimming underneath his shirt to run his fingers over the softness of his stomach.
Hondo is quick to keep up with his pace and his movements match Deacon's, mapping out his body with his hands as if it's the first time he got to touch him like this. And then they're both moving to shrug the jacket off and it lands on the floor with a soft thud and their shirts following soon after.
Deacon's lips move to Hondo's neck nipping at his skin. The roughness of his beard brushing against his skin as he sucks a mark of his own there, claiming him. There's a bruise forming close to the clavicle from where he got hit and Hondo feels Deacon brush his lips softly against the bruise. Once, twice, thrice and the tender movements send chills down his spine. The action cooling the heat between them for a few moments.
He knows Deacon like the back of his hand now and he knows that he speaks more with his actions than his words at times when he's unable to find the things he wants to say the most. This time is no different. It wasn't a life-threatening injury but if the bullet had been any closer to his neck, things would've taken a turn for the worst and Hondo can imagine that's what's going on in his head right now.
“D,” Hondo tries, his voice sounding a little hoarse. “I'm right here.” He pulls his head up from where he’s got it buried in his neck to look into his eyes.
Deacon’s eyes are filled with a mixture of emotions. Sadness, arousal, anger, and something else Hondo can’t quite place his finger on. It’s too much for the night, too close for comfort and he can’t deal with the heavy right now. All he wants is for Deacon to fuck him good and hard until he forgets the ache in his body and almost being in a body bag.
“You could've...” He doesn't finish his sentence, but Hondo knows what he was trying to say.
“I didn't. You feel me? I'm right here.” He reiterates his point by grabbing his hand and holding it to his chest where Deacon can feel his heart hammering away.
He still doesn't seem convinced. It's evident when his eyes are still focused on the bruise, so Hondo trails his hand down to where he's straining the front of jeans and unbuckles his pants and snakes his hand inside Deacon's boxers to grip him. He's hard and thick in his hand and Hondo starts working a steady pace not missing the quiet fuck Deacon lets out.
"I wouldn't be able to touch you like this if I wasn't now, would I?" That earns him a moan and a hand on his wrist to suddenly stop his movements. Hondo smirks. “Told you I'm right here. Now are you gonna fuck me or what?”
That gets Deacon going again and he’s back kissing him breathless. Then suddenly, with a small grunt, he lifts Hondo off his feet and carries him to the couch and follows when he eases him down on it; settling himself in between the open spot between his thighs. Hondo wasn't a small guy and was used to always being the one in charge, but Deacon matched his strength easily and Hondo would be lying if he said that it didn't turn him on.
“I want you so bad right now baby.” Deacon pants in between kisses and he makes his way down to kiss and suck each of his nipples into his mouth. Hondo is quick to move to roll his sleep pants down and off revealing he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Deacon smirks and spits in his hand then grabs a hold of Hondo’s leaking dick and starts pumping him slowly.
Hondo moans and rocks his hips up into the tight fist Deacon has around him. The arousal is clouding his mind as Deacon leans down to kiss him again, his tongue entering in his mouth to swirl around with his. His grip on his dick tightens and he speeds up his movements. Then he’s wrapping his legs around Deacon’s waist to draw him closer, so his dick brushes along his. They’re both leaking precum on Hondo’s stomach and it makes the glide so much smoother between them. Deacon thrusts down every time Hondo thrusts up creating a grind that drive each other crazy.
”Fuck you feel amazing!” Deacon moans out resting his forehead against Hondo's.
As they moved their hips together the pleasure still wasn't enough. Hondo could still feel the ache in his body which he desperately wanted to forget about. ”Please, please fuck me. Need you inside me right now.” He wasn't above begging, and he knew to get what he wanted out of Deacon that was the fastest way to achieve it.
Obeying Hondo's pleas, Deacon slicks up a finger and gently eases it inside. He wastes no time getting him prepped and soon he's adding another finger inside him to open him up further. It would be better with lube but neither of them was moving from their spots to go grab the bottle Hondo keeps by the bed. Both of them were too worked up to stop for anything. "C'mon D, I'm ready."
Deacon removes his fingers and spits on his hand once more to slick up his dick and then he's pushing Hondo's legs up a little further and lines up his dick and pushes in slowly. The stretch and burn of it makes Hondo let out a groan but not one in pain but more like finally feeling satisfied being filled up like this. It only takes a moment for them to adjust and then Deacon starts up a steady pace.
”Harder, please. I'm not gonna break.” Hondo groans out keeping up with his thrusts. His body still aching but the grip Deacon has on hips feel so good, but he knows he can get them tighter, can get his dick deeper inside him and Deacon doesn’t deny him. One hand tightens on his hip the other covers over the bruise on his shoulder and then he’s pushing him down into the couch. It’s the leverage that he needed to fuck into him harder and faster. And he does just that, fucking into him with brutal strokes, pounding into him without mercy.
”Fuck yes!” It’s delicious and it hurts so God damn bad but it’s exactly what he wanted, and he angles his hips to meet his thrusts and every push has him getting closer and closer to coming. Hondo reaches out to grip Deacon’s forearms tight when the tip of his dick brushes against his prostate and Hondo sees stars. “D, right there, fuck don’t stop!”
Deacon aims dead on his prostate and doesn't let up his pace. His thrusts so strong the poor couch starts creaking and dragging under their movements. They don't even seem to notice not when they're so focused on each other.
"This what you wanted? Wanted me to make you hurt so you-shit-forget about this?" He squeezes down on Hondo's shoulder with his hand and Hondo's vision goes white and he's coming before he even knows what's happening. Ropes and ropes of come mark his stomach and Deacon fucks him through it.
"A-ah! Yes, yes, yes!" He screams out as Deacon pumps his dick through the overstimulation. It's too much and it's too good and his dick gives one more spurt when Deacon groans and comes inside him, and he releases a shuddering breath.
After a few moments, Deacon slowly pulls out of him and goes to get a cloth to clean them both up with. The couch would need to be deep cleaned and Hondo would save that task for another day. The tiredness has returned and Hondo stifles a yawn and Deacon reaches over to brush his thumb across his cheek, a warm smile on his face.
"Hondo I need you to be here. I need you to be here for me." Deacon finally admits, his deep brown eyes intense when he looks at Hondo. It causes a burst of warmth to flood in his chest and Hondo can't find the words to say so he simply nods but leans in to kiss his lips softly.
"You staying?"
"Only if you make me breakfast in the morning. Nobody makes pancakes like you do." Hondo lets out a laugh and agrees and tells him it's time to get some rest now.
They probably have a lot more to talk about when they're in a different headspace but this was fine for now; they were fine for now. They walk back to the room, trading kisses in between and settle under the sheets, tangled in each other's arms and Deacon resting his head on Hondo's chest. Letting sleep finally take him as he listens to his heartbeat.