Chapter 2

"What?!", Desmond's eyes grew larger as he heard Shaun's words and saw that evil smile of his. Did that mean that he'd be the bottom? But... they weren't going to go all the way, right? No... He was sure that Shaun was going to make fun of him a bit and then laugh all he wanted. He couldn't give him the satisfaction. He had to fight the pleasure... just get a bit warmer and push him off... punch him... anything.

Another moan escaped his mouth, but this time a bit quieter. Desmond closed his mouth, grinding his teeth so no more sounds would escape, as Shaun's hand moved on his jeans.

"Oh my... so you're going to put up a fight... That's just brilliant, makes me all excited," the historian said as he straightened in front of the lying assassin. Desmond's eyes wandered to the place that was just screaming for his attention: Shaun's trousers, which had become visibly too tight because of the excitement building up under them.

Desmond heard himself swallow. Would Shaun really get an erection if it was only a joke? No, no, no. Don't think about such things. It is a joke. He hates Miles after all, doesn't he? He felt a spark of pleasure go through his body as Shaun placed his hand on Desmond's erection again and... started to unzip his jeans. The young assassin couldn't understand where all this excitement was coming from. After all, it was only Shaun... a guy... He swallowed again as Shaun unzipped his pants and started to rub his erection through the red boxers.

"Shaun stop... it's not funny, you jerk," he tried to push the historian's hand away even though he felt great pleasure from his touch. But when Hastings saw that he was trying to stop him, he grabbed Desmond's wrists with his hands and pinned them to the wall, keeping them there with only one hand, as the other one returned to the boxers.

"Oh, Miles... Be a good boy and don't make me use more force or else I might forget myself and have too much fun," Shaun's voice was deep and had those sexual vibes in it that made Desmond shiver, as dark eyes behind glasses watched him with desire.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Desmond clenched his teeth as another moan of pleasure almost escaped his mouth.

"Very close one... except for that 'kidding'... after all, Mr. Miles, I am going to fuck you... See? No kidding there," Shaun's smile was scary but also very exciting. Desmond wasn't able to say anything. He just kept watching the historian with big eyes full of disbelief. That made Shaun chuckle a bit, and he moved his head closer to the man before him.

"And now let's make you go to heaven, you dumbass," he said with another chuckle. Desmond wanted to say something after hearing himself being called a dumbass, but Shaun's mouth didn't allow any sound to escape from his own. The kiss was passionate and made Desmond even hotter. He didn't understand why. This situation sucked. He was pinned to the wall, and a guy was playing with him. Damn. The worst day ever indeed.

"Ach!" Just when he thought that the kiss was all Shaun was talking about, Desmond yelped in the historian's mouth as he felt a cold touch on his dick. Shaun's hand was cold, freezing cold. And when it slipped under the assassin's boxers, it made his filled-with-blood, hot cock twitch under the touch. Desmond thought he saw stars and for a moment closed his eyes, writhing under the man above him with pleasure. That was fucking awesome. Damn. What is he thinking? Let's say it's 'cause of this cold! Yes. It must be!

"Fuck you," Desmond was able to say as soon as his lips were freed from the kiss.

"No, no, no. You should say... or rather scream 'fuck ME'... And be assured I'll make you say that," Shaun grinned as he saw Desmond writhe under his touch.

Miles was about to disagree and assure him in return that he'd rather bite off his tongue, but Shaun's grip grew stronger on his twitching cock. He hissed as he felt the historian's hand start to move up and down his rod, stimulating him. The pace was getting faster and faster, and each time his hand was near the tip, his thumb played with it, caressing, pressing, and doing everything he could to make Desmond moan like a girl in heat. And he was doing great if we talk about achieving those sounds, 'cause Miles was panting hard and making all variants of excited sounds.

Shaun was watching Desmond with excitement building up in him. Oh, he wanted to fuck him here and now without any delay. But he had to act slowly... after all, he preferred not to be hit by the hidden blade after all of this. Besides, he still hoped that maybe this dumb idiot would start to feel something for him... after all, isn't Shaun sexy? He's intelligent, handsome, funny, skilled... Well, that's what he thought about himself, of course.

"Ready to fly away?" he grinned as he felt Desmond's cock twitching hard, and the man beneath him was close to coming.

The one asked wasn't able to respond 'cause just after asking, Shaun moved his head down and then moved his tongue to lick Desmond's cock.

"Oh god," Desmond yelped as he closed his eyes and thanked in his mind that his hands were pinned 'cause he'd probably have them on the historian's head right now.

"No, it's just Shaun, but thank you anyway," Hastings laughed at him but before he heard any comment from the assassin, he took his dick in his mouth, swallowing it as deep as he could. He planned to move slowly to make Miles beg for him.

"Ah! Yes..." Desmond moaned silently as Shaun started to move his head up and down, swallowing his cock and licking it with his tongue every time his head was up. After a few seconds, Desmond's hips started to move a bit messily, trying to thrust more into the historian's mouth. He felt ashamed about it but couldn't stop himself. He was so close to coming.

Shaun smiled under his nose and opened his mouth a bit wider and then pushed Miles's cock deeper into his throat. After that, he slowly pulled out and again deep-throated him. He was doing it slowly but the feeling and the sounds he was making, made Desmond clench his mouth between his teeth.

"Oh god, I'm almost... Shaun..." he yelped as he felt he was about to come.

Hearing that, the historian quickened his pace, sucking him deep and hard until he heard Desmond scream and felt the salty, sticky fluid in his mouth.

He raised his head with white drops on his mouth and then swallowed loud and with pleasure on his face. Desmond watched this view mesmerized and unable to speak. Miles felt he wasn't done yet. His cock hardening again as he watched this erotic scene. No girl ever made him this excited... and this fast.

"So Mr. Miles? Unable to speak?" Shaun licked his own mouth from the white drops of orgasm with a grin.

"No... You spoke something about heaven but I hardly even saw it," Desmond tried to make his voice sound steady just like his breath, but he failed. Shaking voice, deep breath, longing eyes, slutty mouth. He felt like a whore but couldn't help it. He just wanted to fuck... or oh damn... even BE fucked by that man in front of him.

At first, Shaun frowned but then as he saw Desmond's look and heard his breath. Oh, gods. He could swear his heart went to his throat, and his cock twitched painfully under his trousers.

"Don't worry. I'll send you there soon, be patient," he whispered in Desmond's ear and let go of the man's hands.

He still wasn't sure if Miles wouldn't attack him, but he had a clue that he wouldn't be able to resist now. And he was right, as Desmond's arms were around his neck in a second and his mouth pinned to the assassin's lips.

Desmond couldn't understand why he did that but couldn't help himself. He finally felt hot, and the excitement and pleasure... He was alone for so long... needed it, and he didn't care if it was Shaun he was about to do it with... not anymore.

The kiss was hot, deep, and passionate. Their tongues fought for domination but of course, it was Shaun who won. Their bodies pressed together, heat exchanged.

Then Desmond felt something cold beneath and yelped, breaking the kiss. He opened his eyes slowly to see Shaun grinning with excitement.

"What the... Ah... Cold..." Desmond tried to breathe slowly, but he couldn't. It was somehow exciting... Wait... What? What was...

"Shaun, what are you..." he couldn't finish his question 'cause he felt something cold press against him again. To be more precise, against his entrance. After a while, Desmond figured out that it was Shaun's fingers with snow on them.

"Damn it... Is that the best lubricant you have... it's damn cold," Miles hissed when another cold bolt wandered through his body.

Shaun only smiled and then stopped playing with his anus.

"Okay then... We'll do it another way... That's even better..." he grinned and then moved his hand to Desmond's mouth and pushed two fingers into the man's mouth.

"Suck," this one word, spoken with a dominant tone by the historian, made Desmond fully erect again.

He closed his mouth slightly and started to lick and suck on those slender fingers. He remembered them dancing on the keyboard, and that he always wanted to touch them. A moan escaped his mouth as he began to suck on them more. The third finger went in, and Desmond completely lost himself, licking Shaun's fingers as if they were delicious sweets.

"Wow... you look like a real slut, Desmond... I'm impressed. But that's enough. If you like to suck them so hard, then I'll give you something even better," Shaun said as he pulled his fingers out of Desmond's mouth.

Miles didn't get what was going on or what Shaun meant by it, because he was still a bit cloudy and overwhelmed by the pleasure. Then he felt Shaun pull him down off the wall, so now Desmond was lying fully on his back, and right after that, a sound of a zipper broke through the wind's moans. But his jeans were already unzipped, he thought, just before he jerked his head, as he felt a hot, twitching cock right next to his mouth. He opened his eyes wider as he saw Shaun's hard, huge staff throbbing and twitching right above him.

"Come on, Miles... You enjoy sucking, don't you?" Shaun laughed and started to rub the man's mouth, waiting for him to open it.

But Desmond, shocked, was keeping his lips closed, not agreeing to suck another man's cock. No way in hell! No matter how hot he was... A moan escaped his mouth as he felt Shaun's cold hand on his own cock.

That was all Shaun needed. He used that moment when the assassin's mouth was open and pushed his twitching dick into it.

Desmond choked as the huge cock penetrated his mouth and throat.

"Be a good boy and lick me well, and I'll give you a reward," Shaun said in his low voice and then leaned to get to Desmond's boxers. He moved them out of the way a bit and then touched Miles's entrance with his wet fingers. His sweater was brushing Desmond's cock.

Desmond winced, but the sound was silenced by Shaun's cock thrusting in his mouth with the rhythmic movements of the man's hips. Before long, the assassin realized that he was starting to enjoy it. His tongue was licking the historian's rod, and he even started to moan, making his throat vibrate, which made Shaun hiss with pleasure.

After playing with the man's entrance, Shaun finally pushed one of his wet fingers in. He felt Desmond's muscles stiffen and heard a sound of pain escape the assassin's mouth.

"Oh, come on, Miles... be brave... Relax, it will stop hurting in a few minutes," he said as he continued to finger the man's hole.

And he was right. In some time, the feeling started to turn from pain to pleasure. That was when the second finger went in, and the rocking of Shaun's hips quickened, making Desmond concentrate more on his mouth than his anus.

Desmond choked a few times when he took Shaun's staff too deep, but he couldn't help himself from sucking on the twitching rod with pleasure. He felt like a whore, but he couldn't care less right now. Finally, after some scissoring, the third finger went into Desmond's hole, accompanied by a painful hiss from the man's mouth.

"Relax, Desmond... relax, honey," Shaun's low and excited voice sounded right next to Desmond's erection, and after a second, his cock was in the historian's mouth again.

The pleasure and pain mixed, and Desmond felt like he was about to fly away. Moans escaped his slutty mouth that kept sucking on the hard cock rocking in his mouth, and his hips moved under the historian as if they couldn't decide whether to move his cock closer to Shaun's mouth or to push his ass closer to those working fingers.

Finally, a shock of pleasure became so unbearable that Desmond jerked his head back and managed to pull Shaun's cock out of his mouth.

"Oh god, Shaun, please, oh god," he kept murmuring and moaning in extreme pleasure. Shaun pulled his cock out of his mouth and stopped moving his fingers. He even got off Miles, so he could watch his face.

"What is it, Desmond...? Do you maybe want something?" Shaun smirked.

Miles clenched his teeth and, blushing, looked to his right. He couldn't say it! No way!

"Ah!" Suddenly, the young assassin felt the fingers leaving his ass. He felt empty and longing for more.

"No..." he almost cried unhappily about the emptiness he felt.

"Oh, come on, Miles! I can't do anything if I don't know what you want..." Shaun was grinning like the real devil he probably was.

Desmond knew that all the man wanted was for him to scream and beg. He hissed as Shaun's hand left his cock. The cold covered him again. He longed for that man's touch. To hell with his pride!

"Stop joking, Shaun! Just fuck me already, I beg you, damn it!" he yelled with a painful expression as his cock twitched from loneliness.

That was all Shaun needed. It took a few seconds for him to place himself between Miles's legs and place the tip of his own cock on the man's entrance.

Desmond's breath quickened as he felt what was about to happen. He looked up and blushed as he saw a longing look in Shaun's eyes and extreme excitement.

"Yes, put it in, damn, fuck me, Shaun," Desmond wasn't sure if it was his voice because it sounded so desperate and hot that it shocked him.

"No worries, here it goes, babe," Shaun licked his lips as he pushed in slowly.

Muscles tightened as Desmond felt pain at first. He let a small cry escape his mouth as he closed his eyes and jerked his head back. He never thought that the historian's rod could be this big.

"Shhh... It's OK, it's OK, honey," Shaun leaned in and kissed his lover's forehead. His hand grabbed Desmond's cock and started to slowly stimulate him.

"It's OK, Desmond, relax," Shaun kept talking to him in a low, kind, warm, and loving voice that made Miles's eyes all teary. He never expected that this messed-up Brit could be like this. It made his heart flutter. He moved his arms onto Hastings's back.

"Damn it, Shaun... I'll get you for this," he tried to breathe slowly and stop his tears. But they weren't only caused by pain... but also by the feeling that finally... in his whole life, someone loved him... even if just for a short while.

Shaun leaned in even closer and started to kiss every tear that was wandering down his lover's cheeks. He never thought that this cocky, "tough" Desmond could act so fuckable and cute.

"It's OK if we kill each other later... 'cause right now... let me love you," Shaun whispered in Desmond's ear. And when he felt the muscles relaxing and a moan coming out of the man's mouth, he made one last push to get his cock inside his lover's ass.

Desmond screamed in both pleasure and pain, but Shaun closed his lips over Desmond's in a deep kiss. At first, he waited a bit to let Desmond adjust to the feeling of having his rod inside of him, but then he slowly pulled out almost completely and quickly pushed in with huge force, hitting Desmond's prostate without missing.

"Ah! Oh god, Shaun! Fuck yes... right there! More!" Desmond kept yelling and crying from pleasure while Shaun kept thrusting into him faster and harder.

The sound of two bodies making love, Shaun's balls hitting the assassin's ass, the smell of orgasm in the air, and the words that escaped Hastings's mouth were driving Desmond mad.

"Fuck... Shaun! Yes! More!" Desmond couldn't stop himself because of the excitement. His ass tightened around Shaun's cock, wanting to feel him even more. His own cock was about to release all over the historian's hand.

"Damn you... I never finish this quickly..." Shaun yelped as he felt himself close to climaxing. He grabbed Desmond's rod harder and quickened the movements of his arm to stimulate the man faster, ensuring he would come before Shaun. And it happened as Desmond cried out, arching his back, gripping his legs around Shaun's body, and tightening his ass even more. Shaun felt the white, sticky sperm on his hand but couldn't think of anything other than his own release, which was only moments away.

"Damn you. Why do you have to be so damn sexy and make me fall for you like this," he hissed under his breath as he thrust one last time into Desmond, climaxing with a quiet scream of pleasure escaping his mouth.

Afterward, Shaun collapsed onto Desmond's torso, too weak to hold himself up. They both breathed hard. It took them some time to regain their strength. Shaun pulled his cock out of Desmond and used a tissue he had in his pocket to clean them up at least a bit. Then he pulled his trousers up and made sure he was dressed, hiding any signs of their encounter – he had to cover his sweater with his jacket because Desmond's cock had left a few white spots.

"Come on, Desmond, move your ass... the blizzard has ended, we have to go back..." he tried to sound cool as he helped the man beneath him get up and watched the assassin put on and tidy his clothes.

"Ouch..." Desmond yelped, placing his hand on his own back, feeling the pain and strange sensation of another man's sperm inside him.

"You had to come inside me, you jerk?" he hissed, trying to stand still, but his legs were about to give up.

Shaun growled and turned his back to Desmond.

"Hop on, Miles," he said, and when he saw the man's face, he frowned.

"We need to get to the girls fast... We can always say that I slipped and you saved my skinny, computer ass from falling but got injured in the process," he said, knowing exactly how to put it so Desmond would go along and get on his back.

He must have found that Miles was lighter than he expected... or maybe he was just stronger than he thought? Who knows.

Shaun walked in complete silence that grew between them. The sun touched their cheeks, and the cold wind made their minds return to their previous state... The one who broke the silence was Desmond.

"I am never, ever gonna be a bottom in my whole life again... next time I top," he said, watching the snow under the historian's feet.

"Oh? So there's going to be another time?" Shaun couldn't help himself but grin devilishly when he said that, and he saw out of the corner of his eye that Desmond turned red. He was about to congratulate himself, but then Desmond spoke again.

"So... you fell for me?" A chuckle near Shaun's ear and Desmond's words made Hastings red and silent for the rest of their walk.

They got back to where the girls were waiting for them. Of course, they made up a story of what happened and went back to the car, which took them to the base. They were silent for the whole ride but couldn't help looking at each other from time to time and smiling when they thought the other one wasn't looking.

And Shaun couldn't stop thinking about how he would show Desmond who's the top when they got to his room...