Without Touching

“Without Touching”



a/n: This is the first fic I wrote with Rufus being on the receiving end, so to speak. I wrote it for the lj community 30_Sex_Scenes. Never did write thirty stories for it, but I’m still fond of this fic.






It was a test of self control. Reno wasn’t tied down or bound in any manner. His hands lay limp by his sides, though his fingers twitched occasionally when he had to fight hard against temptation.



He couldn’t touch Rufus but Rufus could touch him. The blonde lavished slow, lingering kisses down his chest and belly. He left a trail of cool saliva with his tongue that warmed and evaporated quickly due to the heat of Reno’s arousal.



Reno stared because that was all he could do. He had something to prove to Rufus and he was paying for it with a most exquisite form of punishment. Rufus settled between Reno’s legs, spread them a bit wider, and nuzzled his cheek against Reno’s cock. He wore nothing but a black silk shirt and a wicked grin.



Reno sucked in a sharp breath and wondered if it were worth it. He wanted so badly to touch Rufus, to tangle his fingers in his hair. Instead he arched his hips as Rufus’s fingers formed a snug tunnel around the base of his erection. Long, pale fingers were framed by coarse red curls and the contrast made Rufus’s skin seem almost alabaster.



Rufus sighed softly as he parted his lips just enough for Reno to see his tongue flicking lightly around the head of his dick. He would always be more of a sensualist when it came to oral sex. Rufus enjoyed driving him crazy with it, never really bringing him close to that desperate edge.



God if he could just press his fingers against the back of Rufus’s neck and feel the softness of his skin stretched over tight muscles. The abstinence from touch seemed to eroticize the moment even more. Reno felt tense with his desire, wound up so tight….



His fingers gripped the black silk sheets beneath him. Reno’s vision was blurring from the onslaught of Rufus’s lips and hot, wet tongue. Cool blue eyes watched him, calculating and amused. He stopped right when it was starting to feel fucking incredible. Rufus moved back up his body, kissing and touching, being almost inordinately affectionate if only to tease Reno.



“You’re always surprising me,” Rufus murmured as he hugged Reno gently. He looked quite pleased and Reno idly wondered what Tseng would say about this little exercise in self-control.



“Well, you know me…I aim to please,” Reno couldn’t help the vaguely smart-assed response. It bugged him that he couldn’t respond appropriately to Rufus’s embrace.



“Don’t act so put out,” Rufus smirked, “We both know that you’re enjoying this.” He rolled his hips so that their cocks rubbed together. The friction made Reno moan. He felt helpless in a way he couldn’t even describe.



“I am,” Reno admitted quietly, “but I still want to touch you.”



“Then touch me,” Rufus taunted him.



“Hate to break it to ya, Rufus,” Reno bared his teeth at him with a sharp grin, “but I just ain’t that stupid.”



“Hmmm…and I’m so glad for that,” Rufus purred. “You’ll see that this will be all worth it in the end….”



With that cryptic statement, Rufus rolled off Reno’s body and reached for the lube on top of the bedside table. Reno watched with nothing short of bewilderment as Rufus spread his legs, arched his hips, and began to coat his fingers with lubricant. He reached between his legs and began to…



Reno swore sharply as he looked on.



Rufus chuckled darkly then hissed as he pressed his index finger deep within his body. He arched his back and moaned throatily. The silk shirt he was wearing clung to his body like a second skin. Rufus was a sight to behold as he prepared himself, pleasured himself, and Reno could barely stand it.



The position of his body seemed awkward, stretched too taunt, and Reno had to bite his tongue to keep from offering to help. He wouldn’t be the first to break. All he could do was lay back and watch Rufus fuck himself with his own fingers.



When Rufus finally reached for him again, Reno was trembling. The tension he felt from holding back was driving him crazy. There was only so far a man could be pushed but Reno knew that he had to be better than most men. He was a Turk, after all….



Rufus kissed him slowly and Reno parted his lips eagerly. The one touch that he was allowed he relished and he hungrily returned the kiss until Rufus pulled away. Wet lips smirked at him as he slowly began to slick Reno’s cock with lube.



Reno was momentarily stunned as he met Rufus’s gaze. His lover’s eyes betrayed nothing more than his powerful lust.



“Are you sure…?” Reno asked softly. He had never fucked Rufus; he had come to understand that Rufus was just one of those men that didn’t like to be penetrated.



“Of course I am,” Rufus replied curtly. Something in his expression hardened just a little bit and Reno realized that his self-control wasn’t the only thing being tested tonight.



Rufus straddled his hips and guided Reno’s cock to his lube-slicked entrance. Reno’s eyes widened and he gripped the bed sheets so tightly that his knuckles began to ache.



“Rufus!” His voice was strained in the tense silence as the snug walls of Rufus’s asshole gripped at his cock so tightly that it almost hurt.



Rufus’s expression was a cross between wonder and pain. Reno wished that he could comfort him somehow but had no words for his lover. When he was fully sheathed inside of Rufus, Reno lay panting harshly. He wanted to move, he wanted to thrust deep inside of Rufus and feel him tighten like a fist around him when he came.



Yet Rufus’s face transfixed him. His eyes were closed and his skin was flushed pink. He seemed to be concentrating, perhaps memorizing the sensation of being the one stretched and filled.



“Reno,” Rufus breathed as he took one of Reno’s hands and placed it over one slim, strong thigh. His eyes opened and were practically unreadable. Reno didn’t understand the emotions reflected in those pale eyes.



His fingertips brushed across silk that was only marginally softer than Rufus’s skin. He ran his hand up Rufus’s chest and gripped the collar of his shirt. Reno pulled him down for a kiss to take both their breaths away.



A test…an experiment…a kinky little power game…Whatever this encounter had started out as it was no longer. Pretenses burned away and were forgotten under the force of passion.



Reno groaned as he was pulled deeper into Rufus’s gradually relaxing body. He sat up as Rufus began to slowly rock his hips. Reno wrapped an arm around Rufus’s waist, bracing himself as moved with him. He gripped at Rufus’s shirt once more, tearing silk and popping buttons to get at his body.



Rufus laughed a little breathlessly, “Eager, are we?”



The shredded garment fluttered to the floor as they embraced. Rufus’s mouth opened wantonly when Reno kissed him. They were torrid and undone. Reno whimpered against his lips when he felt Rufus’s fingernails dig into his flesh.



“You feel amazing,” Rufus’s voice was a throaty purr.



Reno buried his face against the side of Rufus’s neck. He lapped at sweat-dampened skin as they vied for dominance. Rufus had too much control in the position and eventually Reno just let him dictate the pace. He rode him slowly, keeping Reno deep inside of him. Occasionally he felt Rufus tighten around him and it made him gasp. Reno felt like he was being driven out of his mind with his need.



“Ah…God, Rufus….” Reno sighed longingly as he tugged lightly the short tether of his hair. He was pleasantly surprised when Rufus arched his back and throat for him. Reno happily sucked at the pulse point, enjoying the pleased sounds Rufus was making.



He reached between their bodies and gently fondled Rufus’s cock. Rufus moaned sharply as he grabbed the hand that was touching him and urged a firmer caress. The head of his dick was slick with pre-cum but Reno already knew how close Rufus was. Long fingers scrabbled against Reno’s flesh, almost clawing at him as the movement of his body grew erratic.



It only took a few strokes to make Rufus come. Reno watched as blue eyes went wide and his mouth went slack. He didn’t say a word and barely uttered a sound. When Rufus’s ass clamped tight as a vice around his cock, Reno cried out with surprise. Reno’s orgasm was nearly agonizing, heightened by the way Rufus held onto him and bit and sucked at his throat. His whispered words were obscene entreaties.



They collapsed together in a tangle of flesh. Reno was somewhat surprised when Rufus pressed closer and continued to be tender toward him.



“What brought this on anyway?” Reno asked drowsily.



Rufus tangled his fingers in Reno’s long hair as he kissed him long and slow.



“I wanted you to know that I trust you,” Rufus replied quietly.



Reno frowned, “Was it ever an issue between us?”



“Sometimes words are empty,” Rufus murmured against his hair.



Reno didn’t understand exactly what Rufus meant by that. He’d never doubted Rufus’s proclamations of trust, but maybe this had been so much more than a game lovers play. Rufus had showed him something few people had ever seen. Reno had witnessed him completely undone but never stripped down to the very core of his being. He hugged Rufus tightly and silently agreed for once. Sometimes words were either too much or too little and therefore completely meaningless.



“I won’t forget,” Reno whispered, serious for once and half-afraid of the strength of his feelingss toward Rufus.



Rufus’s voice was dark and nearly ominous. Reno had experienced something rare and beautiful with him but surely not without a price.



“I know that you won’t.”






Finis.