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[whitejediknight]

"Quinn."

Creedy was sitting on Quinn's bed, one leg drawn up, the other sprawled out along the worn down old mattress as he watched the other man scratch away at the writings he seemed to endlessly work on. Always taking notes and documenting and whatever else he wrote in those magazines and paper clippings. Creedy had been watching him for most of the night. He had talked on and off about pointless things and less pointless things, like the crops and what they were going to do about the unrest among the hungry members of their ragtag family. They were all hungry. Stretching it thinner than they ever had, but Creedy knew Quinn knew what he was doing. They had all agreed it was a good plan.

"Quinn, mate. Come on. Give that old quill a rest will ya?" 

How did he write for so long? How did he ever find so much to write about? 

"Will ya jus' get over here. For fuck's sake, Quinn, you've been scribblin' away for 'alf the night. Bit of shut eye won't kill us any faster."

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[sawthefirst]

"I just want to get this done."

As if he would ever be done. It was an endless task, chronicling the rise of the dragons and his life on the road. Leaving a record of the past so that future generations could understand why the world they lived in was the way it was. So that those who couldn't remember it for themselves had something to pass on so that the story was never lost again. If they did outlast the monsters they could not be allowed to turn into myths again.

It was a feeble hope, really. Sooner or later people would forget. Perhaps not that the dragons had existed, but they would forget the terror. The hunger. Such things would fade and one day the world being on fire would be a distant nightmare that no one wanted back but no one could quite understand the full scope of either.

If they managed to survive, that was.

"You can go to bed if you want, nothing stopping you."

[whitejediknight]

Creedy heaved a sigh as he slowly turned himself on the mattress. Finally leaving its almost welcome embrace to slip over to Quinn's makeshift desk. He peered over Quinn's shoulder, watching him write. Their bodies nearly touching but not quite there. Just close enough he could feel the heat from Quinn's body against his own.

"As if I could sleep through your scribble-scratchin'." It was completely teasing. Creedy was a light sleeper, but not that light. He skimmed what Quinn was writing with actual interest for a time, until he figured Quinn had forgotten he was there again.

Then, slowly so as not to make Quinn spill ink or ruin his scrawling script, Creedy's arms moved to either side of Quinn on the table. Resting just on the edges of it so he shadowed Quinn almost perfectly. Nearly skin-to-skin contact, but just far enough apart, everywhere.

Okay, so what he was about to say was the sort of thing desperate men might say to the more desperate women of their time lately. He would do it, if for no other reason then to get Quinn to roll his eyes and pretend not to find it amusing.

"My bed is colder than yours. I think we should share."

[sawthefirst]

"Wouldn't be the first time."

Sometimes it was the only way to stay warm, to share blankets and sleeping space. Press close together and share the heat of each other's bodies.

You learned to not be awkward fast when it was essential to survival.

Quinn did roll his eyes now and straightened his back, not caring that it meant pressing himself against Creedy. He put his pen aside and slowly rolled his shoulders, smiling a little.

"S'not that cold a night though. We've had worse."

[whitejediknight]

"We 'ave."

Creedy would have laughed if it had been anyone else or any other time. But he wanted Quinn. He had been sitting there in Quinn's bed waiting for the idiot to get a clue all night and he just kept writing. But the pen was out of Quinn's hand now, and that made him fair game.

So when he pushed back, Creedy pressed forward and leaned down further. Quinn could be so down right blind and deaf to the world around him sometimes that it left Creedy baffled. Like now when his body was all but pressed to Quinn's and the man had not even caught on.

Well, he could be more direct. He should have been in the first place.

"We've 'ad warmer nights in the same bed, too."

And some nights that were heated like dragon-fire.

He dropped his head down, lips a ghost of a distance from Quinn's ear. What a daft bloody fool he could be. He breathed in as his head dipped further still, wetting his lips as he thought about the nights they had spent in the same bed, tangled up in each other and thinking about nothing but the moment. And all he could focus on when he breathed in was being surrounded in everything that reminded him of the other man. Sweat and earth and the lingering smoke that clung to everyone mixing with smells he had no words for, but only associated with Quinn.

And he slid his arms along Quinn's arms for a moment and back up, pulling away.

"If you don't get out of that bloody chair I'll start gettin' carried away right here on your damn desk and to hell with the documents."

[sawthefirst]

Quinn blinked a couple of times as Creedy's words sank in and he finally got it.

Oh.

Well, hadn't he been an idiot for hours now, then? He wasn't always this slow on the uptake, but when he was working on some project or other he could get severe cases of tunnel vision at times, and then things like that just wouldn't occur to him. He'd just keep going until he passed out, pretty much.

But now he got out of his chair with a quiet laugh that was more a rush of air than anything else and turned to Creedy, pulling the other man close.

"All right, all right. Keep your hair on."

[whitejediknight]

"My hair isn't goin' anywhere, Mate."

That took entirely too long. He needed to start being more direct with Quinn but he always hesitated just outside of asking for it, because he didn't want to end up being a bother for the man.

But he had gotten there eventually, and that was what counted, wasn't it?

He grinned when Quinn laughed and pulled him close. He loved the moments right before they fucked about as much as the actual act. When Quinn looked like for a moment he didn't remember where they were, and Creedy felt like the world was steady under their feet and still for a while.

The kiss he stole was brief, almost chaste before he was dragging Quinn with him by said pants. Hands tugging at them to loosen and get them down. He really didn't mind waiting. It was always worth the wait with Quinn.

"I'd hide those books of yours if I thought it wouldn't do more harm to your focus than good."

[sawthefirst]

If asked, Quinn would express severe doubt that Creedy could ever be a bother to him, especially when it came to what they were about to do. His mind might not often wander in that direction on its own, but it didn't need much of a nudge to be fully on board with ideas of a carnal nature. At least not when the one doing the nudging was Creedy.

Quinn's laughter grew more audible as he was dragged by his pants to the bed, and he gracelessly let himself fall down on it, hips rising to make getting the things off along with his shoes and socks easier.

"You get in here quick or that thing'll shrink before you can do anything with it."

'It' being his growing hard on that might meet with some resistance now that he was getting more and more of his skin exposed to the chilly air. He still tugged his shirt of with eager haste, pulling a blanket over himself once that was done to wait for creedy. This wasn't a night for sensual undressing, really.

[whitejediknight]

No it was not. It was a night for fulfilling needs they'd both been putting off. And Creedy was shedding his clothes quickly against the displeasure of the cold. The temperature was not going to matter much to either of them soon. He tossed his shucked off clothes to the side and got under the covers before he could think much about chilly air and things shrinking away from it.

No. It was much better under the blanket. Where he lowered himself against Quinn's body the moment he was able to shift enough to do so, and focused on the warmth coming off the man beneath him instead of the chilly night air.

He wasn't always particularly smooth or graceful, but he knew how to make Quinn make noises not many, if any, had heard before, and the other man likewise to him. His hand was a bit chilled still when he wrapped it around both their cocks without much of a pause, but it would warm quick with the friction of pumping both of them together, letting the skin slide against his hand.

"Wouldn't let it shrink for long. I've got plans for it, and I've sat around waitin' for you to finish writing long enough." His voice was rougher than usual as the sensation of friction just a bit to dry to be really pleasurable yet made him wish they'd started sooner.

He slowed his movements, just holding both their cocks there, pressed to one another and dropped his head down again to kiss Quinn.

[sawthefirst]

"Christ, Creedy!"

Quinn's hips jerked in surprise and he hissed with mild discomfort. It quickly turned into a groan of pleasure though, and while he still couldn't stop his hips from moving it turned into more deliberate rolls.

When Creedy stilled so did Quinn, quivering with the strain of it as he returned the kiss, one hand tangling its fingers in Creedy's hair and the other stroking up and down his side.

He too was thinking they should have started sooner now, cursing himself for letting time that could have been for the two of them go to waste. It was a rare thing to have quiet time that they could actually share. He should have thought of that rather than let himself get lost in his writing.

[whitejediknight]

For fuck's safe, Quinn. Stop placing guilt on yourself about things for a few bloody minutes. Now was not the time or the place.

Creedy grunted in the back of his throat and shifted his body again to a better position, rolling his hips with Quinn's and letting out a staggered breath.

"Oh fuck yes."

Yeah. Next time the direct route is getting a try. Because he's been holding back for a long while now.

Creedy slipped his tongue past Quinn's lips, seeking deeper access to the kiss, his hand giving random, slow strokes that left a quiver to his hips.

There were things he missed in the new world, that he couldn't actually miss. He had never really tried lube or condoms. He had not been old enough to do much more than snicker at them when the dragons came, and it was nearly impossible to find things like that when he was thinking about it. But he imagined they might have made things weirder, but also easier, in this new world.

"Been watchin' you all night. Really need to fix that observant oblivious streak of yours."

He rubbed the calloused pad of his thumb over the tops of both their cocks and gave another stroke, hips jolting forward a bit.

[sawthefirst]

Placing guilt on himself and taking responsibility for things was so second nature that he wouldn't know how to stop even if he thought he should, which he didn't.

What Creedy was doing did however make it very difficult to keep beating himself up, other things and needs becoming much more pressing concerns.

"Could've done more than just watch me and maybe I would've caught on."

There was no edge to this accusation, part of him would always also be glad that Creedy didn't push, that he left him to his work and his thoughts. It was a sign of respect and affection that was infinitely valuable to him.

Both his hands slid down Creedy's back all the way to his ass, fingertips diging into the skin and muscle there as he pressed their bodies closer together.

[whitejediknight]

Creedy groaned and rocked his hips forward into the closer press of their bodies together. All he could focus on was Quinn. He knew he wouldn't ever really change his tendency to wait. Those writings were important to Quinn, and anything he found important was worth the time he spent on it.

So Creedy could wait, every time, for a while at least. Eventually his impatience got the better of him. Like right now when his entire body was tense with the need to do more than observe. He needed to touch and feel and bury his very being into Quinn's.

"Wanted to. Figure you 'ad important things to be writing down. I can wait when I 'ave to."

He gave a little grin cut by a sharp breath and then he was panting against Quinn's neck, where his head had dropped to with the last thrust of his hips.

There was one thing to be said for waiting so long. His body was on fire with desires, burning almost painful to the touch.

"Quinn, Quinn Christ can we just- I really need to fuck you. Wanted to right on top of your damn desk."

Because yes he respected Quinn needed his thoughts and his work, but he would have loved to shove it all to the floor, and he was fairly proud of himself for resisting the urge.

[sawthefirst]

There probably wouldn't have been much sex happening if Creedy had done that, and a whole lot more punching. Those documents were part of years of work and Creedy would have gotten himself thoroughly thrashed for sabotaging it.

"Do it."

He pressed a series of hot, hurried and eager kisses to Creedy's neck and shoulder. Artless but earnest in their need and affection.

"Fuck me."

His teeth found and tugged at an earlobe, tongue tracing it without finesse but it wasn't really needed.

"Fuck me Creedy."

[whitejediknight]

Creedy would never dare to mess with Quinn's work. He was envious of his dedication to the task. But the papers were far over there and Quinn was under him, hot, eager and asking for it.

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

He groaned at the sensation of teeth and tongue on his ear, his own eager thrust against Quinn's hips as he slicked his fingers with his own salive. It wasn't pretty, It wasn't even really sexy, but it was something they both enjoyed in spite of it, and they'd found their ways around the discomforts of the world they lived in to get their enjoyment out of this.

It was often too fast with just a bit of burn and always over too soon, but fuck it felt good to be that close for just a little while. To have this bit of something the outside world of ash and fire didn't touch.

There was more efficiency, than finesse in the way his fingers were stretching the man below him. A balance between just that side of discomfort, and a bit too much too quickly, but he was careful about it. Never brutal, especially not with Quinn. The speed only brought on by a learned necessity.

[sawthefirst]

Meanwhile Quinn was stroking both Creedy's cock and his own, catching the moisture leaking from the tips of both to make Creedy's at least a bit slicker.

It wasn't about sexual gratification really, even if the pleasure could sometimes be blinding for all that it was rough and dirty and ungraceful. It was about opening up to one another. It was about trust and affection and closeness and being together. It was giving one another something in a world where all you really could give was yourself.

Quinn gave everything he had to the people living in the castle, everything but this. That's why he gave it to Creedy, to show the other man that he was special. That he meant something even beyond the tremendous responsibility that Quinn felt for all the people he thought of as his to protect.

[whitejediknight]

When Creedy was confident he had worked Quinn open enough to keep this from hurting either of them, he rocked a few desperate times more into the hand around his cock with a groan of pleasure. They could just do it like this. Rutting up against one another until they got off.

But Creedy lived a bit for moments like this. When the rest of the castle was out of their minds for just long enough that they could have this one moment of selfish need. Where neither of them was thinking about anyone or anything else but this. What was happening here and now, between them.

He reluctantly pushed Quinn's hand away, spreading the mix of both the pre-cum leaking from the tips of their cocks over his own and pushing in. The sound of damp skin on damp skin to the short slides in and out of his cock into Quinn mixed with low, almost desperate groans as he tried to work his cock deeper into the man beneath him.

The first few thrusts were always the hardest, but well worth it as he began to pick up movement.

"Ah, Fuck, Quinn." He pressed his forehead to the front of Quinn's shoulder, continuing his thrusts with a desperate shudder. The pleasure they both tended to get from these nights was fantastic, but Creedy held onto something far more important than any of that.

He held on to the trust, the wonder he got every time Quinn gave himself over, or he gave himself to Quinn. As if they were re-strengthening a bond forged in trust, as much as in the time they had spent together for so long.

They had seen each other at their worst and most vulnerable moments and here they still were, together and unbroken in the face of a bleak world.

[sawthefirst]

"Creedy."

It was quiet, almost a whisper, but he didn't worry about whether or not the other man had heard. It didn't matter, not when his legs were wrapping around Creedy's waist and his nails were digging into the other man's back and his whole body basically called his lovers name as it arched under him.

It was often that way with Quinn, that his body did the talking while nothing much escaped from his lips apart from hushed gasps and pants and the occastional stifled moan. His quiet reserve was so deeply ingrained in him that it influenced even this, but it never felt like a problem. Creedy had a way of knowing the meanings behind his silences.

Quinn didn't sway people with beautiful words, he swayed them with honest ones backed up with hard work and determination. If Quinn said he was going to do something he did it, which in the world they lived in went a lot further than eloquence.

He he held Creedy close, taking the pleasure into himself as if he could somehow store it inside like the power in a battery, one hand still wrapped around his own cock to stroke himself in time with Creedy's thrusts.

[whitejediknight]

Creedy's hands found purchase on the bed, digging into the mattress as he slid his body forward over Quinn's. It gave him a bit more control with his thrusts as he rocked his hips into the man beneath him, his head tucked down slightly, lost for a few moments in the tight friction wrapped around his cock, and the drag and slide of each thrust.

He didn't need pretty gasps and moans or pleasured shouts from Quinn to know if the other man was enjoying it. He could feel it in the way Quinn responded to his movements, and in his own movements as well.

He swallowed a groan, stilling his voice as he worried one of the chapped scars on his lip open, dragging his hips back for a rougher thrust forward. He left Quinn to his own hand this time, certain the other man could give better than he could right now, his mind too lost to focusing on his thrusts to manage another rhythm with Quinn's cock.

Having both hands on the bed gave him better leverage to control the thrusts, and he tried to find the right rhythm, the right angle to drive Quinn as crazy as the man's body made him.

It wasn't pretty, what they had. It wasn't even really romantic. But it was theirs and no one elses.

[sawthefirst]

Quinn wouldn't have known romantic if it jumped up and bit him in the ass anyway, but he did know Creedy, and that was worth more. More than anything in this whole burned crust of a world.

They were well acquainted with each other's bodies by now, so it was no surprise that Creedy did find the right rhythm, so much so that one of Quinn's occasional, sharp moans escaped from his lips.

It was a little maddening, the pleasure mingled with pain that was all hard edges and yet somehow managed to be tender. He knew it had to be quick or he'd end up hurting himself, but he wished it could last, wished he could see the look that was on Creedy's face in that moment for ages. Eons.

There were no dragons now. No hunger or sickness or cold. Only them, together, sharing something that was only theirs.

With a violent shudder Quinn reached a quiet climax, his whole body straining as he swallowed a scream and his nails raked down Creedy's back.

He hid his face against Creedy's neck, hand sliding back up over the welts he'd raised with his scratching to slide fingers into the other man's hair and just hold him close.

[whitejediknight]

That look would at least be there for another good long few moments. Quinn's body beneath him was a series of tightening muscles, heat and sweat-damp skin, sensations that always came fast and left faster, but the brief moments where they had them to share were treasure to the Scot.

His back arched at the sharp drag of those nails over his skin, forcing him deeper into Quinn's body, and he rode out his own climax in short, shallow thrusts, a rough-rasped groan leaving his throat.

He enjoyed the moments after this, too. The brief calm and piece as they both caught their breath, completely immersed in the other. All that existed was the two of them, and the lingering mix of pain and pleasure, fading with the heat of sex to a dull ache and a few moments of almost happiness. If only they could keep that feeling for longer. It was better courage, and stronger numbing against the pains and losses, than even Creedy's dangerous alcohol.

He pressed his forehead against Quinn's shoulder, panting heavily against his skin. Some day before they died, he would find a way for them to keep this longer. To take things just a bit slower. To try it the way he'd heard it could be done, where they took their time and really made it last. Had all the good with less of the rough edge of pain that stabbed its way into every aspect of their lives.

Right now, he could hardly imagine what that would be like more than an idea. Like an idea of a time without dragons. A nice, but nearly unattainable thought.