Rogues do it from Behind

The whiskey bottle was rapidly approaching empty.

"Tycho, are you drinking again?" The black haired boy peeked into the room before stepping inside and flicking on the light.

Tycho grumbled from the couch, clutching the Playstation 3 controller more tightly. "Turn that off."

Gabriel did so, then sat down on the couch next to his friend. He watched the other, brown haired and more masculine, as he drunkenly controlled Chris Redfield through a hallway of Lickers.

"Rough day?" Gabe finally ventured, still looking at the screen.

Tycho didn't respond at first, and Gabe thought for a moment that his friend was just going to ignore him, but then there was a barely perceptible nod.

"Yeah," Tycho said, eyes still on the screen. For a brief moments his eyes flickered away from the screen and made contact with Gabe's, and although no words were spoken they both understood what had been communicated. There were a lot of things about Tycho's childhood that troubled him; things he didn't speak of often. Things that he didn't even tell his wife, though Gabe assumed that was because he didn't want to worry her. When they were troubling him, when taking care of his own child was dredging up these nightmares, he would often go on benders like these, holing himself up in the spare room with a console and a bottle of whiskey late at night once everyone else was in bed.

Gabe's usual desire to tease and annoy his friend was absent when he found him like this. He only nodded and let Tycho continue playing. After a few minutes, he hooked his arm around that of the other, carefully maneuvering it so as to not interrupt his gameplay. Tycho continued playing as if nothing had happened. Every once in a while he would pause to lean forward and take another pull of the whiskey, his performance in the game becoming worse and worse with each mouthful.

"Aren't you going to share?" Gabe said, reaching for the bottle with his free hand, the other remaining hooked around Tycho's arm. Tycho only grunted in response as Gabe picked up the bottle and took a gulp, pulling a disgusted face.

"Since when do you drink?" Tycho said, eyebrow raised.

"Eh," Gabe said with a noncommittal shrug, though he put the bottle back down on the table. It was less about a desire to drink and more about trying to finish off the whiskey so Tycho didn't get himself any drunker.

Perhaps a distraction was in order...

Gabe started to trace his fingers up and down Tycho's arm gently, trying to get his attention. For a while he was ignored, until the game was finally paused and Tycho turned to him with a questioning, slightly stern expression, wordless. Gabe could easily notice the interest of his friend, however. He knew how to read him.

Carefully, the dark haired man took the controller from the other's grip. Tycho offered no resistance, and turned to face Gabe slightly, sitting on the edge of the couch. He turned his head even more as a gentle hand was placed on his cheek, fingers playing at one of his sideburns as Gabe explored him as he often did with a sort of childlike curiosity. Gabe was smiling now, his eyes glinting.

"I'll be right back..." he said quietly, and left the room. He was only gone for a few seconds before he returned, seemingly empty handed. He looked up and down the hallway before shutting the door behind him and sitting back down next to Tycho.

He leaned in and pulled Tycho close in one movement, brushing their lips delicately together. Tycho responded eagerly, deepening the kiss and scooting closer. Gabe could taste the whiskey on his lips.

Tycho reached his other arm out, putting his hand on the waist of the other man. Gabe brushed his tongue against Tycho's lips, shivering slightly at the way his friend seemed to melt submissively into his touch. It was rare that Tycho would let him take charge, but his body language tonight clearly demonstrated that he wanted it.

They were soon hugging each other close, hands roving. Tycho parted his lips to allow Gabe to explore his mouth. His hand reached up to run gently through black hair.

Gabe's hand tugged insistently at the bottom of Tycho's sweater, and there was a brief pause so it could be slipped over his head, revealing his slim torso, chest rising and falling as his breathing quickened. Gabe's yellow shirt soon joined Tycho's on the floor.

"Lay down," Gabe said, just above a whisper, and Tycho did so without a word, lying on his back on the big couch. Gabe lay atop him, meshing their lips together again, kissing him passionately, and was rewarded by a faint, pleased hum from the other. Their hips pressed together and Gabe could feel Tycho's hardness straining through his pants against his own. He ground forward carefully, and the other hissed into his mouth in a mixture of eagerness and discomfort.

Gabe eased up and undid Tycho's pants, tugging them along with his boxers down to his feet and pulling them off. He leaned over him and wrapped one hand around his stiff member, and Tycho arched and closed his eyes when Gabe's thumb rubbed along the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. He stroked him gently, kneading delicately with his fingertips. Tycho continued to arch into his hand, head tossed back, breath growing heavy.

Gabe lowered his head, brushing his bangs out of his eyes, and elicited a quiet gasp from Tycho when he ran his tongue over the head of his shaft. His lips wrapped around his length and he took him in, sucking slowly.

Tycho's hand groped down blindly, finding Gabe's head, fingers running through his hair and nails gently scratching at his scalp. Gabe continued to suck him, but slowly. No need to end things here...

Unable to wait any longer, Gabe sat up straight and undid his own pants, adding them and his boxers to the pile of clothes on the floor. He turned in surprise when he felt Tycho's hands on his hips, and barely had time to register what was going on before that brown and black mop of hair was lowering into his lap, and a wet warmth was around his eager member. Tycho bobbed slowly, and it was Gabe's turn to reach a hand down to grasp the other's hair. Instead of gentle affection, however, fingers tugged slightly at his ears, knuckles grasped roughly at his hair and palm forced his skull slowly forward. Tycho was silent, but worked him eagerly and shivered whenever the other man became particularly rough.

"S-stop," Gabe panted finally, gently pushing Tycho away from him. He fished into the pocket of his discarded pants and retrieved what he had left for: a small tube of lubricant. He then pushed Tycho down onto his back again and positioned himself between his legs, lifting them so that they rested on his shoulders. Tycho watched him intently, cheeks flushed, as Gabe squired lube onto one of his hands.

He reached down and gave the other's cock a quick rub before delving one finger inside of him. Tycho sighed and arched again, hips thrusting upward as Gabe inserted another finger, using them to fuck him gently and stroking him with his other hand.

Eventually, he pulled his fingers from him and moved forward, pressing the head of his shaft against Tycho's entrance. The other squirmed eagerly, and Gabe slipped himself inside, rewarded with a faint "Ah..." from Tycho. The man beneath him reached up over his head to grasp the couch pillows, bracing himself.

Gabe pulled back until the head of his shaft nearly popped out, then slowly buried himself balls deep, repeating at a careful pace. His breath came shakily as he watched Tycho squirm and gasp beneath him.

He gradually picked up the pace, listening to Tycho's vocalizations grow louder and more frequent. Tycho was usually quiet and reserved during lovemaking, until the last act, when everything seemed to come bubbling out of him. Gabe held onto him tightly, nails of one hand digging into his hip as he rode him, the other stroking him. He could feel Tycho's leg muscles growing tense around his shoulders, and the brown haired man started to moan, gripping white-knuckled at the couch. The springs in the couch squeaked as Gabe fucked him hard, and with a final gasp Tycho reached his peak, semen dripping between Gabe's fingers as he groaned deeply. Gabe wasn't far behind, releasing the other man's spent shaft as his hips jerked forward and he emptied his load inside him, biting down hard on his bottom lip to half-stifle his own moan.

Gabe remained leaning over him as they both caught their breath, then gently slipped out of him.

"Don't make a mess," Tycho grumbled, and Gabe grabbed a tissue from the box next to the television to ensure that he didn't. When he was done, he sat down next to the couch, running his hand through Tycho's hair.

"I should probably get going. We don't want to fall asleep and wake up together," he laughed quietly. "That would be awkward."

Tycho smirked. "A rare moment of wisdom, Gabe. I'm impressed."

Gabe started to put his clothes back on, and after a moment Tycho followed suit. Gabe was about to head out the door when he turned to look over his shoulder.

"D&D tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Yeah, I thought I would try out the new Batman game for a bit then head down. Now get lost. I need to get some sleep." He shoved Gabe out the door playfully, smirking at the stifled snicker from the hallway, then went to wash up before joining a sleeping Brenna in bed.