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Norm understands that he's not the first choice, he's nobody's first choice and he's come to terms with that. It's not like it makes much difference when it comes to them as a pair, really, he's not exactly marriage material for a number of reasons and Chet… Chet seems to have a pretty singular focus. One that until somewhat recently has seemed to be entirely Lucy, but he's since learned there's some flexibility in which MacLean can snag his attention.
He's also learned that the difference between I don't know if we should and Oh gosh yes please is either asking very nicely or telling Chet what he is going to do.
Norm vastly prefers the latter. The way things have escalated between them since Lucy decided to pursue marriage and just cast Chet aside, it makes more sense to cut through the awkward tension of both of them second guessing whatever their situation is. Telling Chet what he wants makes it easy to stop waiting for something they both want to happen and dancing around who was going to be the first to do something about it.
For Norm it feels exciting to have that bit of confidence rewarded, to not only be able to voice what he wants but get it too. And really, it isn't much he wants in his estimation, a good close friend who he doesn't mind spending a considerable amount of time with. Someone that blushes bright pink when he so much as swears let alone whispers those confident desires in his ear. Someone who makes adorable noises when they're kissing and says his name like he's crying when he feels really good.
"Oh God, Norm, oh… oh…"
"Not yet!" Norm grins up at him from between thick shaking thighs where he's kneeling in the shape of Chet's vault suit with one hand balancing on a locked knee and the other stroking Chet's spit-slick cock to keep him right on the edge a while longer. "What's the rule, Chet?"
Chet flushes even darker and lets out a thunderous groan that expands and fills the tiny supply closet, then grips the steel shelving behind him so hard it shakes. "Wait my turn. Patience. Be… be…" His voice trails off with a thin whine.
Norm gives him one tight stroke to encourage him to finish that fairly new but decidedly excellent addition to their rules of engagement. "Chet. Be?"
"Be good," Chet exhales, clearly fighting the urge to thrust his hips into the tight grip of Norm's fingers where they stop wrapped around the base of his cock. "I'll be good, Norm. I can do that."
"I know you can." And he does, Norm believes more than anything, probably, that all Chet's ever really wanted out of life is someone to tell him what to do and reward him for doing a very good job of it. It's why they work as whatever they are to each other that isn't just cousins or neighbors or just anything. Chet needs someone to please, and for the first time in his life, when they're together Norm feels like there's one thing in this stupid vault that he has some small degree of control over. "Turn around."
Chet sobs again as he willingly pulls away from the pleasure of Norm's touch, stepping out of the pooled fabric of his vault suit and shorts and turning his naked back to face the steel shelving where his hands automatically grab hold. It's not a surprise, Norm was very clear when they passed each other on the way to their separate beds last night and he was able to peel away from Lucy and his father long enough to pass a note - his favorite means of communication when they never really know who could overhear their covert planning - stating his intentions.
After breakfast. Medical storage 3. Your ass is mine.
It had felt so intense at the time, seeing the way Chet's eyes went wide and his cheeks went pink as he gave a breathless nod, staring at Norm until the door to the MacLean unit closed again. Feeling that thrill of not only knowing what he wanted to do, but communicating it so clearly instead of leaving their escalation to the whims of whatever they were both willing to commit to in the heat of the moment. It feels a little different now, stroking his hands over Chet's muscular ass and feeling it tighten beneath his palms and squeezing fingers, from the panting press of flesh locked away in whatever corner they felt brave enough to hide away in escalating from frantic kisses to hands and hard cocks to the heat of Chet's mouth.
Norm groans and leans his face against the warm skin, gently pressing a kiss on the firm shape before nuzzling right against it. It's just flesh, really, skin and nerve endings and nothing he even feels nervous about in theory. In practice, though, it's still new, still very different to drag his tongue over the split and hear Chet's whimpering breathy sounds with each long lick.
The way some guys talk about it, it's basically an expectation for a girl to offer anal once things get heated to the point where rubbing against each other and mutual oral stimulation doesn't feel like enough, that after a while even that gets dull. It's not dull for Norm at all, any of it, and he is extremely cognizant that the person he's chosen to penetrate isn't a girl by any measure at all. But there's an ironic symmetry, he thinks, in knowing Chet probably did this with Lucy… something like this, anyway… and now he gets to know how that feels on the other side.
Not that Norm really knows anything about that beyond his own recent attempt to figure it out on his own that mostly resulted in learning there isn't really a position he likes that also gets his fingers in a good spot to do more than just rub his own asshole a bit. But also, rubbing is pretty good… so that feels like a good start. And better with his tongue, right?
At least Chet seems to think so as he lets out a low but deeply satisfying moan that crawls down Norm's back and leaves him quite happily pressing his face against the firm rounded shape as he eagerly laps once… twice… just one more good long drag of his tongue before he pushes against the tight resistance to barely open his hole and Chet sobs a barely audible oh gosh.
The shelving rattles and a small box of rolled bandages falls off, but Norm doesn't let the distraction pull him away when he's rewarded with another string of breathy sounds that somehow feel even more dirty than the loud moans he specifically picked the furthest possible supply closet for their late-morning rendezvous to hide. "Oh… oh my…" Chet whimpers and opens his stance to plant his feet even further apart, then he rolls his hips and starts to press right back into the slow but pointed penetration clearly teasing him. "Norm. Wow… oh… okay… okay.. I can't… is that your tongue?"
Pulling back with a wicked grin, Norm smears a wet kiss on his ass cheek, then gives a playful nip before bothering to answer. "You have a problem with my tongue?"
"No! Oh, no… no… more, please? Or… or maybe…" Chet trails off with the sort of simpering whine Norm knows means that he's not going to finish that thought. It's embarrassing, dirty, shameful.
Norm doesn't really care much for shame. Not here, not between them where the rest of the vault may as well not exist at all. "Tell me," he says bluntly, peppering kisses all the way to the other side before sliding his fingers over the wet skin to split his cousin open again, seeking out his wet hole until it opens to his touch and elicits another soft breathy sound that shakes until he's gingerly thrusting just the tips beyond the tight squeeze. "Tell me what you want."
The warm feeling that fizzes over Norm's mind when Chet whimpers and whispers that he can't say it is more than worth the mild frustration of slowing down when his own need is starting to become difficult to ignore. It's always a race, their private little moments, every minute they're both out of view bringing them a little closer to someone asking where they've been, what they've been up to… why they're both flushed and smiling - almost smiling in Norm's case - when they supposedly weren't doing anything. He's willing to take the risk to hear it, though. To know they're both on the same page and that for him Chet would say those things that make his pulse race and his palms sweat.
"You can," Norm answers him, nipping harder at his flesh this time, leaving behind a dark pink bruise from the steady draw of his mouth that doesn't stop until Chet just blurts it out.
"It's yours!" He whines, rattling the shelf again where he's gripping so tight his knuckles shake where they grasp the metal. "It's yours… please, please Norman… Norm… take it."
It's close enough, Norm thinks, but not the dirty words he wants to hear. Wants to revel in, even, because there's nothing really dirty about them. About sex. Fucking. Being fucked. Finding that little scrap of pleasure that he'd only fantasized about until far too recently, but he absolutely grabbed the concept by the pants and ran with it the second that was an even option for him. It's the only thing that he's fairly sure he's better at than Lucy, because while his sister got there first, he knows deep in his bones she never got to see Chet like this. Flushed, begging, mouth wordlessly open as a single filmy strand of fluid drips from his obscenely hard cock where it twitches and bobs with each increasingly quick rewarding thrust of Norm's fingers gently forcing him open.
"What, like this?" Norm taunts him, slamming his knuckles against the spread flesh hard enough that Chet wails and shoves his mouth against his exposed bicep to stifle the sound of it. Norm's free hand grabs him by the hip and squeezes hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his own hand marking Chet's pale skin like a branding claim. "Is this mine? My hole to play with?"
Another low whine and more than anything, Norm feels like he should be looming over Chet when he makes those sounds, feels like he's ten feet tall leaning over a puddle of a man he adores. But it's still not what he wants to hear. He wiggles his fingers a little, feeling just how deep he can get, caressing the soft and smooth way it feels inside that he knows is going to be just as delightful as his partner's mouth on his cock, those big strong hands… every bit of him is good and Norm wants that. Wants him. Wants to be the choice, even if only for right now, even if only a second choice.
He rocks his wrist slowly then, drawing it out as he rolls on his knees for even more leverage, grinning wider as he licks at the point of Chet's tailbone and he can hear the low false starts of words that want to come out but are still so scared for reasons Norm can't really understand. "Good boys ask nicely, don't they? They use their words to ask for what they want. Are you a bad boy, Chet? Do you need… punishment?"
It feels almost like he's reaching, he doesn't really know what he's saying with those vague implications… all Norm really knows is the way it feels to say it, to take that little threat and own it the only way he can. He might be the one on his knees here, but there's no question who's controlling this situation. It's him, it's always him, and Norm likes that about their situation. He seizes that thread and pulls his hand away entirely, instead gripping Chet's other hip just as intently and digging into his strong flesh.
That, he realizes right away, is the real punishment. Losing something he was enjoying, not having even those nimble fingers teasing him seems to be just what Chet needs for the words to start flowing like water in a low and desperate hiss. "No, please, no. No punishment. Don't stop. More… I want it, Norm, I want it so much. Please. Please. Please…"
A single pull on Chet's hips is enough to bring the tall man crumbling to his knees and Norm indulges that sensation in the first way that slams into his mind, pushing up higher and fitting himself against Chet's strong back, kissing his neck and letting him feel just how arousing this really is for him as he prods against the cleft of his ass, leaving wet smears across the skin. "Almost there, Chet…" he breathes heavily, leaning his full weight on those sturdy shoulders as he reaches up to barely grab the bottle of personal lubricant he'd requisitioned so confidently just yesterday when he decided this was going to happen. "You're so close. You can do it."
For a second, still letting most of his weight pin Chet's fully submitted form against the shelves, Norm can't help thinking maybe he's pushed too far. Maybe he really can't say it even in the relative privacy of a medical storage room so far from anyone else they'd have to be screaming to maybe be heard. Chet trembles beneath him, shuddering and gasping like he can't breathe until the whispered but clear words come out. "Fuck me. Please. I… I need it. I want it. I'm being so good… I'll be good, I promise."
It's enough, more than enough, and Norm doesn't care that the smears of lube on his fingers are cold when he strokes it onto his cock, doesn't care that the angle is a little awkward and weird as he tries his best to fit their mismatched bodies together. The tip finds purchase and it takes another couple awkward thrusts, but the second he feels Chet's body not just accepting it but embracing the sensation as he slowly sinks just halfway into the tight grasp, Norm has to hold his breath not to just lose himself in the sensation.
Hair trigger, that's what Chet called it the first time. Like a bottle rocket. They'd laughed and realized it wasn't so bad and he could more or less keep going for a while after just by changing tactics. It wasn't his fault Chet's stupid tongue felt a thousand times better than his hand… and this…
This is better. Maybe just different, it's hard to tell on first contact, but it feels like it's better.
He sucks a deep breath and braces himself, unashamed of how easily Chet can bear his weight when he can instead be proud of how Chet moves toward the side and away from the shelves to lean all the way forward with little more than a push on his shoulder. Bending to him and beneath him. Prostrate with one cheek pressed to the high-shine floor to turn his head just enough that Norm can see the big grin on his face as he hooks his knees against the strong shape of Chet's inner thighs and pushes his ass down just enough.
And that feels like revelation itself. The strength of his stance, both hands holding Chet down at the pelvis as he throws every bit of his own reedy power into giving him everything he asked for so nicely. "Oh fuck, Chet…" He gasps, lighting up with the shockingly loud sound of skin meeting skin in the small space; "such a good boy. Fuck. You are… so so good."
Broad hands scramble against the smooth floor, the brightly lit storage room showing every tiny detail of flexing musculature and flushed skin, until finally gripping on the bottom of another shelf as though desperate for anything to hold on to as their bodies start to move together even more aggressively. The soft breathy sounds stretch out to a long singular moan that feels bigger than any praise Norm thinks he's ever heard in his life and he can't help demanding more. "You like that, Chet?" He asks with another hard thrust, shuddering at the groaned response; "You like the way I fuck you?"
"Yes," Chet gasps, closing his eyes like he's floating on the sensations. "Yeah. Yes. Gosh yes."
The thrill only pushes him higher and Norm knows he can't hold himself back forever, not when every bit of him wants to just take. But he can push just a little more, just a little deeper into the fantasy - the reality, maybe, he isn't quite sure yet - where he is the center of his partner's desire in ways he could have never dreamed possible before it was happening all on its own.
Norm shifts his weight again, hips firmly set as he ruts against the shape of Chet's ass with short but hard little thrusts, chest against the small of his back where he can kiss and lick the sweat from his skin and feel the way his muscles tighten there first and then around his cock with a desperate grinding push right back. "Say it again," he murmurs, barely louder than his partner's panting breaths; "who owns you?"
He knows that's different, that's not what he asked for before, not simple symbolic ownership of a specific body part or sex act but a complicated demand for something he knows isn't his to ask for. He's asking anyway, even knowing the answer won't be true… not the whole truth.
Chet spasms beneath him, clenching and rigid, biting back Norm's name in a feral lustful call that Norm's come to know well enough lately. And he can't hold back anymore, can't fight the urge when his hand shoves its way between Chet's thighs and feels the sticky mess of his cock still twitching untouched, grinding against the edge of his vault suit where it had balled up underneath him in their frantic fucking. He grabs Chet even harder there, gripping his cock and stroking it firmly with each deep thrust, a renewed eager life warming across Norm's lean body as he puts everything he has left into making it better. Making it the best possible combination of sensations to fall headfirst into.
"Good boy," Norm gasps, the toes of his shoes catching suit still bunched at his knees where he'd been entirely too eager to even take it off the moment he found Chet already naked and waiting for him. "My good boy. Yeah?" The soft strangled agreement is all he needs to believe it, to feel just for a moment like it could be true. Like those aren't just the things you say when you're so close to someone you become more than whatever you are separately.
Shaking, limp for a moment in the aftermath of what feels like the most exercise he's gotten in years, Norm finds himself smiling just a little against the shape of Chet's backbone under his face. He nuzzles into it, tastes the sweat on his skin again and laughs breathlessly when he feels the shocking rub of his spent cock slipping away from the thick mess he's left behind.
A familiar hand reaches awkwardly back and grabs at his shoulder and Norm kisses Chet's skin again like they both need the reminder. "You're so good, Chet. I promise you are. Always."
The soft sigh he gets in return as Chet drops the inch or so left to press his full body to the floor and stretch his long legs all the way to the door feels more like relief than lust. Or maybe like… a feeling Norm doesn't really understand. Like Chet needed to hear those words more than he wanted to hear it. He doesn't ask, doesn't want to draw it out to the place where they both have to put their happy vault dweller faces back on again and pretend whatever they're doing is normal.
For a long moment, they don't say anything at all. Too long, Norm knows, but he can't quite bring himself to lean toward that transition either. To say the words, to start getting cleaned up, to make it clear that they have to move on now. Then Chet sighs and his muscles relax underneath Norm's weight to the gentle rise and fall of happy slow breaths.
"I wish we didn't have to go back," Chet admits quietly, sounding even more ashamed of those words than the ones he'd been struggling so hard to say before. "It's not fair-"
"It's the way it is." Norm interrupts him before he can get any further down that hole and turn the happy feelings into the dim cloud that Norm feels hanging over him day after day. "We'll make it work."
The low hum in response makes it clear that Chet doesn't really agree, but won't say so anyway. "Come on," Norm says with more confidence than he might have with anyone else; "we have to get back before lunch and you look fucked out."
"I look… what does that even mean?" Chet laughs, rolling over as he collects his cousin into his arms with a gentle ease that leans toward the equally gentle press of lips when he's lifted up to really see the bliss on Chet's dumb face.
"Means you're… I dunno. Handsome. Sweet. Like you just had my dick in your ass." Norm laughs even harder when Chet's face screws up like he might laugh or cry and isn't quite sure which yet.
"Oh gosh… I did. I really did… and now it's all sticky and… I don't know. I'm sore? Did it get bigger than last week?"
Pushing playfully at his shoulder, Norm has to look away to hide his grin for a moment. It didn't but boy does it do something to hear him talk like that. To even imply the feelings they were both cultivating moments before. Before he can even really process it, Chet puts his mind at ease adding; "We'll have to do it again to compare, of course. If you're… I mean… if you want to keep fooling around. Not like right now, we really should get dressed and go and everything, but… later? Maybe?"
A month ago when this all started, Norm thinks he'd probably just agree with that hopeful prospect. He'd nod and go along with it and sure whatever his way into whatever was next. Seeing that searching look he hadn't noticed before beaming up at him now, Norm understands that Chet was never asking him if he wanted to do any of this. He was asking to be told what Norm wants from him, asking for that solid and confident command from someone he trusts and respects to treat him the way he deserves, to be loved. Not like a fling you can just put away when you're done with him, not like someone attractive and easy to please but ultimately not worth keeping around.
"Tonight." The answer comes with decisive clarity, almost like it was never going to be any other way for them. "I'll stay at your place."
"My place? Just like… where someone could-"
"People can think whatever they want. I want to be there, I will be."
Chet flushes darker red under the florescent lights, but after a moment nods slowly. "Okay. Tonight. I'll… I'll make your favorite."
Norm doesn't bother hiding his smile then, he props himself up with his palms on Chet's shoulders and makes a show of licking his lips. Making sure that he is seen and understood. "You are my favorite."