Happy Birthday was made for you

*A/N* Snort. Sorry. The title is lame as hell but, ya know. Anyway, I hope everyone is enjoying this so far. There is a lot to this story and feedback is always helpful as it helps fuel the creative....juices. *ahem* Hopefully all this reading is worth it so far and we don't disappoint.

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Reno can feel that tense and release as Rude fights his own natural instincts. What part of him is still clinging desperately to sobriety is grateful for that fact because being pummeled by his best friend on his birthday would certainly ruin Reno's night. His body leans into the touch as Rude's hands come up to grip his waist.

It throws a sharp focus on exactly how large Rude's hands are which in turn remind the redhead of the sheer muscle he's got tenuously trapped against the door. The groan on Rude's voice and the shiver that Reno feels race over his partner's skin keep him right where he is though.

He's never had a male lover before but he can take wild guesses on what might feel good and he recognizes the signs of physical enjoyment well enough to tell him Rude is turned on, the hitch of breath, the nasal sigh, the twitch of Rude's jaw. All of it comes together, far more sharp in the silent stillness of Rude's house than in the truck where the shivers were hidden by the thrum of the engine.

The yes Rude gives him makes the hair on Reno's neck stand up, aided by the hands now slipping up his back. They rustle the shirt he's wearing and provide a touch as intimate as any lover has ever offered before he feels those fingers winding into his hair again. He huffs a few breaths of anticipation against Rude's jaw before the fingers close down and that familiar tug of hair happens, alighting the nerves in his scalp and forcing Reno to reconsider how much pain he thought he'd enjoyed until he met Rude.

No lover, no matter how rough, no nails on his back or heels against his thighs have ever felt as good as Rude's fingers in his hair. There's a purely masculine strength there that brooks no argument and Reno is forced to tilt his head back with it. The second yes from Rude seals something in Reno's mind, reminding him of where he is and what he's about to do.

There's a second of doubt, of whether fucking his partner....fucking his MALE partner, is such a good idea for any Turk to undertake, not to mention that they're putting a friendship on the line but then Rude's breath is on his ear and his body promptly bitch-slaps any common sense out of the way.

He can almost feel ashamed at the completely wanton moan that escapes his lips and the way his body writhes up to Rude's when the man's mouth closes over his earring. He can hear more than feel the click of teeth on the silver ring and Rude's goatee scruffs against the side of his face.

Rude's body goes in an instant from being pinned to somehow managing to loom over Reno and he doesn't register until too late that Rude now has one of his hands pinned again. The arm wrapped around him and winding up into his hair lifts Reno's shoulder to an awkward enough angle that it almost renders his free arm useless against anyone as tall as Rude and he tugs half heartedly at his trapped wrist when Rude speaks in his ear again.

The more petulant and rebellious side of Reno wants to scream that he wouldn't even be here if he was controlling himself. Instead he decides to simply show Rude that being out of control can be fun too. Reno slips one knee between Rude's legs and ever so slowly raises it until he's rubbing his upper thigh against the taller man's crotch.

He can feel the heat radiating off of his partner, can feel the hardness there that tells him Rude is just as excited as he is (or smuggling boa constrictors in his pants), and he grinds his thigh up to see if he can stir some more reaction out of Rude.

"Ya......uhnnn......ya sure ya want me ta..ta control myself? Nnghh...." The twisting in Reno gut grows with each passing second that Rude holds him this way, with each breath panted against his ear, and he has to struggle to keep the more desperate grunts out of his speech.


Eyes are closed again. Rude doesn't move at first, save to suckle at the flesh in his mouth diligently, but a knee invades his stance and nearly knocks him off balance, even if it isn't that forceful. The beast reaches to wrap distant coils around the blossoming pleasure at the void below his gut, and Rude rattles out a slow breath.

When Reno speaks again, he doesn't answer at first. Instead, he merely twitches his muscles and uses an elbow to pull the lean body closer to his own, reaching behind his own head to drape the captured wrist over his shoulder. He turns his face to nuzzle against the arm now next to it, pressing his lips to arbitrary patches of warm skin and cloth, before another shaky breath heralds his decision.

And though his breath shivers, his body quakes, and his stance shows weakness, his voice, at least, is cool and collected again, though not closed off- rather a frosted steel safe full of hidden coals.

"Yes," he says once more, opening one eye to regard the vision in front of him. "Because if you don't, you'll only be working for yourself. I w-... I want you. And I can't have you if you take yourself. It's not... it's not right for you to have to give yourself that gift. Not tonight." he wishes he had the golden way of words Reno does. He wishes he would make more sense.

Reno curls his fingers into Rude's shirt when his hand is placed behind Rude's back. The possessiveness of the arm wrapped around him, pinning him to Rude's body so the larger man can continue his ravaging of Reno's ear, surprises the redhead more by his own reaction to it than by the act itself. He's never liked being possessed this way, hates it infact, save that it's different this time because it's Rude doing it.

He isn't really sure why that should make such a difference but it does and he's too drunk and feeling too good to think about it too much. The kisses pressed to his arm, even through the fabric of his shirt, are far gentler in their own right than any Reno has ever gotten before if only because they come from someone so strong.

Reno's never seen Rude be this gentle before and it consumes his resistance as much as any more visceral reaction his partner could have had. Reno watches Rude as best he can with his head tipped back this way but his eyes flutter shut when the other man speaks. Rude's voice is silk wrapped around ice and Reno's mind absently wonders what it's going to sound like in the throes of passion.

Until tonight, Reno was sure he could never have imagined his introverted and antisocial partner was capable of even FEELING passion, much less lacing his voice with it in ways that make him shiver and twitch.


Rude releases Reno's wrist and surges forward, forcing the man to backpedal once or twice before Rude's hands finally obey his wishes and take a hold of Reno's waist again. He lifts his partner before him and carries him, swiftly but awkwardly, through the foyer and into the living room. He lays Reno carefully over his couch, as his dreams and daydreams have dictated for months now, and kneels on the floor next to him.

The slender wrists are grabbed again and brought up over Reno's head once more, and Rude stops a moment, holding them in place, to lean back and stare. He revels in this obnoxious explosion of lewd color in the quiet, desaturated safety of the room around them.

The red tufts brush at the black leather like a seasoned lover and a filthy secret, the pink tinge of winter biting across what shows of Reno's skin only accentuating the image. Tiny oceans sear gaping holes into Rude's being between the intermittent flutter of their protective lids and all he wants is to be immersed and burned in them, in these sensations, in these moments. He finds himself not caring what happens tomorrow- because nothing could ever deflate his faith in tonight. Not now.

Cautiously, he releases Reno's wrists, one palm flattening over them in a more gentle request to leave the hands there. His other hand strokes the hair away from Reno's face for a moment before reaching up to loosen and pull free his tie. "I... you always work to make yourself happy," he muses quietly, tugging the black strip of silk from around his neck.

He lays it over Reno's chest and smoothes it out, his finger trailing zigzag lines over flesh and thread, as if trying to discern the difference between them. "I see everyone riding in your wake... absorbing the attitude... but they never give back. They're always looking for remnants. I bet..."

He stops and scowls for a moment, driving his streak of courage to say what he's been thinking for so many months. "I'll bet that nobody touches you... when you do things like this. Not for the sake of touching you... not for the sake of you." He picks up the tie again, his fingers tightening around it for a split second as if trying to strangle it, before he leans over Reno again, unfastening the loosely held buttons of this thin shirt to lay visible the heaving chest underneath.

Muscles and scars and lines and shadows, with no business being seen anywhere but on this body- every flaw makes it even more perfect. The tie is wrapped loosely around Reno's wrists, and Rude's face hovers less than inches over those driving blue eyes. "You won't touch yourself tonight," he murmurs, his voice half commanding. "I won't let you. If you want to lose control... you can do it on MY birthday."


Reno's eyes go wide at the sudden surge forward and he rushes backward to give the unstoppable force before him enough room, knowing for the first time what it must feel like to be the proverbial deer in the headlights. The hall is too small to get out of Rude's way and then hands that grip like iron are around his waist and Rude hefts his 175lbs from the floor with relative ease, carrying Reno into the next room on nothing but the strength in his arms.

The redhead's feet search for ground for that first few seconds of shock before he settles to simply staring at Rude with a look of mild confusion. The next thing he knows, he's on a couch in the living room and Rude is over him, looming larger than life and looking down on him from behind those damnable shades. Reno wants to tear them off his partner's face just to see the man's eyes, to know what the hell he's thinking.

He doesn't struggle this time when his wrists are grabbed and his mind is only barely aware when he spreads his legs to allow Rude to slip between his knees. It's hard not to roil up against the broad chest hovering only inches from his own but Rude draws away a bit farther and the overwhelming drive to do so slowly abates.

The larger Turk is just staring at him, holding him immobile on his couch. Reno can't decide if this is uncomfortable or not, he's never felt this exposed before, even though he's fully clothed but his trust in Rude is strong enough to let him relax into that stare. Reno finds he can't stop returning it either.

Azure blue bores into the impenetrable shield of dark glass that hides Rude's eyes, desperately seeking some sort of hint as to what Rude is thinking. He can't seem to calm his heartbeat and his lips resolutely refuse to stay shut, leaving Reno sucking in long shaky breaths as his body continues to insist on weaving between relaxing in Rude's grip and tensing for action every time a flash of memory draws back up that growl in his ear he heard earlier.

When his wrists are released, Reno opts to leave them where they are, Rude's gentle touch just as stilling as the grip that leaves Reno's flesh pulsing with the return of blood. He cocks his head to the side when the hair is brushed from his face, his eyes still locked to Rude's in a search for answers to questions he doesn't even know he's asking.

The air that hits his cheek after that hand is withdrawn is far colder than Reno recalls the house being, or perhaps Rude's hand is just that warm, and the unfamiliar action of Rude removing his tie draws Reno's eyes downward to watch with more fascination than the action should warrant. His eyes follow the path of the black silk as it's draped over his chest.

The silk is chilly from the winter night that still clings to it and it raises goosebumps along his skin where it comes to rest. The sharp contrast of Rude's finger with all it's glorious warmth only adds to the chill that runs over Reno's chest causing his nipples to poke up against the soft cotton of his shirt. His mind is a world of pure physical responses kept in check only by the rolling thunder of Rude's voice and he can't keep his eyes off the man.

The tie slithers over his skin like some living thing when Rude pulls it free and his hips shift restlessly until Rude's words stop him short. He can't (doesn't really want to) think too hard about it through the haze he's feeling but the words are true enough. Sure, there were plenty of women who wanted to enjoy his body, to touch him, but none of them were doing it just for the sake of his pleasure.

They all wanted something, praise, an ego boost, a stranglehold on him, a powerplay, and Reno had slipped through all of them taking what he wanted and moving on. He'd never had a lover so intent upon...worshiping him, yet here he was, sprawled out on Rude's couch while his rough and tough partner talked of treating Reno the way no one before him ever bothered to do.

Reno sucks in a tremulous breath as Rude leans over him once more and the buttons of his shirt fall prey to fingers deft enough for working the tiny wires of a bomb the way an artist works a brush. The fabric shifts and gives way without a fight, sliding off his chest and exposing him to the meager light of the streetlamp that creeps in around the blinds in the room.

The sudden vulnerability of being laid bare with Rude so close to him leaves Reno squirming slightly and breathing a bit harder than he'd like to admit. He licks his lips when the tie is wrapped around his wrists and moans in the back of his throat at the command (promise) he's given.

His eyes keep flicking to Rude's as his mind offers up all sorts of questions on what it would feel like to be kissed by another guy, not just any man, but RUDE and it re-awakens the need in his gut with a vengeance.