Techno begets bad dancing.

Rude twitches and collapses onto the couch, sweat sticking him to it immediately but the big man doesn't much care at the moment. His breathing comes back down to deep heavy gasps that slow quickly. Rude counts himself fortunate that he's in shape because cumming that hard otherwise would have been a good way to start a heart attack. He welcomes the smaller form of the clambering redhead back into his lap though he lacks the ability to do much more than lay there and let himself be kissed over. A frown creases over his brow and he lifts an arm to rub softly at his lover's back. "Don't call yourself that, Reno. I wouldn't let anyone else do it to you," he rumbles. The term sounds a tad too derogatory to him and Rude chides himself for perhaps being a bit to sensitive about it at the moment considering that he's just had his first real gay sexual encounter but the word brings to mind overly effeminate men in gaudy clothing. Rude doesn't like it much. There's nothing feminine about Reno, nothing "faggish" at all and Rude knows without a doubt that he'd heave a world of pain on anyone who called Reno that. He pulls his partner into an embrace and nuzzles against his neck. It doesn't sit well with him that he hasn't made Reno feel that good yet. He wants to be as attentive a lover to the redhead as Reno has been to him so far. Rude nips and licks at Reno's throat. "Tell me what you want, Reno. Show me what to do."

Reno coughs with the effort of talking on raw vocals, but he manages a laugh anyway. "Gods, I love ya," he rasps, unaware of the admission in light of what just happened. "You're too sweet for your own good, y'know that? Don't worry 'bout it. Nobody calls me that anyway. They think I'ma kill'em if they say somethin' wrong, but I'd really juss' think it was funny." He closes his eyes, rumbles a contented sigh and stretches under Rude's attentions, much like a great cat. Always the touching with him. It's no wonder the only way Rude could calm him down several times in the past few years was by tousling his hair or even just leaving a hand on his shoulder. "I don't care, long as it's you," he mumbles before realizing that's not a whole lot to go on for Rude. He rears up on his elbows and drops his head to cover Rude's mouth again with his own, hungry for a kiss after so many minutes without it. He smiles when he finally pulls away, licking his lips to catch Rude's taste before speaking in a hushed tone he can't quite help. "How 'bout you rest up a couple minutes an' I'll go out an' have a smoke real quick... then when I come back, we'll figger it out. Y'move so hot when I'm goin' down on ya... I want y'to f..." For once, he doesn't want to use such crude terminology. It doesn't befit what he wants from Rude, not tonight. His eyes skate over Rude's face as his mouth hangs open with half a word still hanging out of it before he pulls that back in. "I want ya to take me down," he whispers. "Make love t'me... hard." He grins as he slides off of Rude and the couch, his hand trailing off the hard stomach for a moment before he turns to grab his jeans, rummaging in the pockets for his pack and lighter. "Backyard okay, or y'want me to chill in th'parking lot?"

Rude is about to protest the lack of a real answer when Reno kisses him and temporarily wipes all that away. He can't seem to get enough of kissing the redhead and the squirming in his lap is doing a damned good job of getting him all worked up again. There's a sort of slightly bitter aftertaste on Reno's tongue that Rude can only assume is his own flavor. He never had the nerve to taste himself before. Rude doesn't want to relinquish the satiny lips that he's chewing on but Reno pulls away to speak and the soft whisper of his voice is even more sexy to Rude than the muffled moans his partner was making only a minute ago. Rude licks his lips when Reno starts to say exactly what he wants and it doesn't take a genius to figure out the sentiment the redhead cuts off. Rude bites back a moan. He had been worrying for some time over what he'd do once he was in this situation and he wasn't sure how one usually figured out who topped who in these sorts of relationships. He'd always figured it was the effeminate guy that got topped but neither him nor Reno could ever be described as effeminate, for which Rude is utterly thankful. He's also grateful, and not just a little turned on, when Reno says he wants Rude to make love to him. There's something touching and sweet in that which somehow manages to still reach straight down to Rude's cock. He shivers ever so slightly and his fingers linger on Reno's skin for as long as he can touch him before his partner moves out of reach. Watching Reno walk was a lesson in fascination. The narrow hips swished but in an entirely masculine way which blew Rude's mind. He's not sure how the hell Reno manages to look that fucking hot and still come across as nothing but pure male but it eats the larger Turk's brain and leaves him staring openly at the smooth firm roundness of his lover's ass. Rude's dick twitches back to life as Reno bends over to get his smokes and lighter. The mental image of seeing the smoke curling around Reno's lithe form has Rude running fingers across his own stomach. "Backyard is fine...I want you where I can see you," he purrs deeply before curling a hand around his slowly awakening erection and giving it a long stroke. His eyes stay fixed on Reno and he begins to slowly work himself back up, throaty moans curling up from his lips so quietly that they are almost hidden in the noise from the street outside when Reno opens the back door.

Reno turns around with a cigarette hanging haphazardly from the corner of his mouth, lighter being flipped between his knuckles. He has another question on his lips, but it dies there as he discovers Rude's shameless indulgence. He grins widely and tilts his head, his eyes half closing to study Rude in an almost dirty sort of expression. His stomach twitches every time he hears a moan, and for a moment he can't decide which need is greater- that for nicotine, or that for touching Rude again. He gulps the remaining taste of his partner and pads to the patio door, question of decency before the neighbors forgotten. He slips out and immediately leans against the patio door, Phoenix pressed flat against the glass as he fires up his smoke and drops the lighter on the ground at his feet.

Within moments, ghostly wisps churn into the air around his head, and Reno tips it back against the window to gaze at the moon. He knows Rude is watching him. He knows that after tonight, nothing will be the same, and there's no turning back. He doesn't know which idea makes him happier. Once he gets his fix, he sighs contentedly and then, almost idly, his free hand rakes through his hair before falling to his leg and creeping its way over where Rude can't quite see it grip his still needy cock. He does, however, let Rude see the roll of his back against the glass as he puts his whole frame into his strokes, disturbing the smoke around him into billows and swirls. He doesn't care who sees at this point- his decision was made the minute he walked into the man's house; they can look all they want, but the only one with hands-on dibs is the man inside behind him.

His other arm curls above his head, cigarette still hanging between his fingers, and the huff of his breath as he works himself throws further maelstroms into the cloud around him. One foot props itself up on the patio door to facilitate the rock of his hips. He bites his tongue to keep himself from getting any closer, clamping his control so that all he's doing is touching without effect, and glances over his shoulder with eyes almost shut. He can barely make out Rude's form through the smoke and the reflections on the glass- the concept of smoke and mirrors makes him chuckle to himself for a moment, but is quickly pushed away. He licks his lips and turns up the corner of his mouth in an inviting smirk before turning his face back up to the moon and closing his eyes. "C'mon, baby," he whispers hoarsely, too low for Rude to hear through the glass, but the movement of his lips gives off that he's saying SOMETHING. "C'mon... Rude..."

Rude is hard again within minutes of Reno walking out the door and he stares at the smaller man with open need as he watches the perfect ass rock back against the glass from time to time. The sight of Reno's body rocking makes him ache to touch it. There's shiver that courses up his spine as he watches the roll of the lean shoulders against the door and the smoke swirling around the redhead just gives Rude the impression of this being some sort of peep show just for him. He certainly isn't complaining. There's a fleeting thought of what looks he'll get from his neighbors tomorrow but in the end, he's a Turk and he gets odd looks anyway as if they all half expect to see Rude carting dead bodies into his house every day. Reno turns his head and Rude can see the curve of Reno's lips moving. There's a sharp intake of breath as the memory of what those lips had been doing to him only a few short minutes ago assails his senses. The hand on him is simply not enough now. Reno has heard Rude in the throes of passion and now Rude needs with a desperate sort of desire to hear what noises Reno will make while he pounds away into the smaller man. The large Turk rolls up from the couch and pads across the room, his eyes never leaving Reno's form as if he were stalking his partner. He slides open the door and decides that in the end, his nudity will just give his neighbors more things to be scared of. Nothing puts the fear of the gods into someone like a professional killer standing in your back yard with a ten inch pierced hard on. He slips around to the front of Reno and puts his hands on the glass to either side of his partner, effectively trapping him there with his larger bulk. Rude leans in and kisses the smoke and nicotine off Reno's lips while roiling his whole body against him so that every inch of them is touching where ever Rude can do so. The kiss he offers up is long, heated, and a full exploration of Reno's mouth. It holds all sorts of unspoken promises of what is running through the dark man's mind at that moment and when he finally breaks it, Rude pus his lips next to Reno's ear and rumbles in a husky voice, "Finish your smoke and come inside. I'll finish that for you."

The whimpers against Rude's kisses give him away. He tilts his head further to get as much of them as he can, his free hand letting go to drape around Rude's waist and pull it closer. His own kiss is fevered and hungry, the one testament to how close he is to losing control. He licks his lips and grins when Rude whispers the command and promise, turning his head for one more drag before he puts it out against the wall and drops it. He's surprised Rude seems to like the taste of him after a smoke; he's never seen the man pick up a cancer stick in the entirety of their partnership. He turns back to Rude, arms snaking around the thick neck and legs swinging up to ensnare the firm waist. "Sight o'you'll drive a man to quittin'," he whispers under a deep breath. "C'mon, then. You got no idea how long I been waitin' for ya."

Rude can't help but smile at the compliment both verbal and physical as Reno drops one addiction for another. It's a nice feeling to know that he turns the redhead on so much. Rude has never thought of himself as an overly attractive man; handsome yes, drop dead gorgeous enough to garner the reactions Reno is offering? Not so much. He isn't about to complain though, not with an arm load of writhing hot as hell cherry top in his arms. Rude reaches down to support his partner by placing one large hand on each cheek and holding on. He risks teasing a bit by moving one hand in a little farther to brush his fingers along the cleft of Reno's ass, pushing in and rubbing gently at the pucker he can feel there. He places nips and licks up the side of his lover's neck as he carries the smaller man into the house and slides the door shut with his foot. He carries Reno's clear across the house to the bedroom, rubbing and teasing at that spot. The bedroom is a modest size but is dominated by Rude's huge bed. He had to get a king because of his height and the room just manages to accommodate it without cutting off the ability to walk comfortably around it. Even Rude's bedroom doesn't seem very lived in but it is dotted with framed copies of photographs that Reno took of them over the years of their partnership. Rude looks surprised or irritated in all of them and he'd argued every single one being taken but from the looks of things, on those rare occasions where Reno managed to get the picture and get away before Rude got to him, Rude had always managed to get a copy and brought it home. He'd figured out long ago where Reno took the film to get it developed. It wasn't hard to convince the 16 year old pimple pusher behind the counter to hand over copies of the ones he wanted.

Rude lays Reno down onto the black satin comforter but doesn't relinquish his hold for a second. He crawls onto the bed and lays over top of Reno, covering the smaller man's body with his own and placing hot kisses down this throat while his hands slide down Reno's sides. He's feeling a tad more comfortable with this whole being gay thing already.


Reno utters a pleased noise, bowing his body to rub in tandem with Rude's finger. The way he pulls at the man's neck and dips to get to the touch almost seems like he's trying to impale himself on it. He nuzzles and kisses at Rude's face the entire way as he does, keeping himself pressed as close to Rude as possible, and smiles faintly when he glimpses the photos throughout the bedroom. He had a mind to ask about them earlier when he'd peeked in here during his exploration, but he wasn't sure if Rude would be comfortable discussing them. He figures 'Lena probably gave Rude prints- she's as much of a photo whore about anything and everything as Reno is about getting shots of Rude. Someday, he'll catch one when the man is smiling. He sighs happily when Rude lays him down, wriggling against the fabric sheen and letting go only long enough to turn his palms down and skate them over the comforter beneath him. Almost immediately, his hands come back up to cup Rude's face and bring it down for another deep kiss, now that he isn't afraid of obstructing the man's vision. "Love your hands on me," he breathes when he comes up for air. "Love your face, your voice, everythin'... want alla you, y'make me feel selfish... fuck..." He blinks when he realizes that being new to this, Rude probably doesn't have sufficient lube on hand. "Got'ny lotion, baby?"

Rude nuzzles along Reno's collar bone and offers up little kisses along the way. He gives over completely to the kiss he's offered and his movements are tender and sensual, the hands on Reno's body exploratory and gentle rather than demanding. He loves the way Reno moves beneath him. The other man is much larger and obviously stronger than any woman Rude had ever bedded. He makes a noise almost like a purr as his partner tells him all the things he's enjoying about being with Rude. It fuels his desire and makes him want to take his time with making love to Reno. He wants to do it right, give it to Reno good, long and slow and deep the way he knows a lot of his previous lovers enjoyed it. He pauses when Reno asks the question and looks down into large blue eyes questioningly. Was lotion better than lube? The large Turk had some lube in one of his drawers. He'd kept it on hand for those one night stands where the woman just wasn't capable of producing enough of her own to take on someone his size. Maybe there was a reason Reno asked for lotion. A comfort issue perhaps? Rude has no experience in this field so he can't even begin to guess. "I've got lotion but...would you rather have that instead of lube?" he asks feeling a tad foolish for the question, but Reno is leading here since he is in quite literally virgin territory.

Reno shakes his head with a huff and a smile, pulling Rude's face to his again. "Nevermind. Y'got somethin' better, then." And once more he submerges their words with his mouth, squirming and clinging and sucking. His hands wander from Rude's shoulders down his arms to his sides and over his back, almost as if trying to absorb the warmth in his skin. Briefly, the image of Rude walking into work with Reno wrapped around him under the same suit crosses his mind, and he snickers into the kiss before holding tighter. "Get it, then," he whispers, "less y'plan on sleepin' right now, then I'm juss' gonna wake ya."