Revenge

They land on the mattress with a sweaty oomph, followed by breathless, silly laughter. The rest of the Castle is cold, but here in Adust’s quarters it’s warm, and especially so together like this, intertwined and sweaty and naked under the thick blankets. They’re both shit with the cold, and they had the day off, and there’s only a handful of Minutemen hanging around the Castle while the rest are out tending crops, so — really, it only made sense for them to kill time and warm up together. Two birds with one stone, y’know?

And now Adust can feel his body tingling, from his scalp and down his spine and all the way to the toes he’s still struggling to feel from how mindblowing that last orgasm was. He doesn’t need to ask if it was good for Wes too. The guy’s panting, but grinning, arm over his eyes and Adust doesn’t think he’s the kind of person who likes to brag but goddamn if he isn’t still proud that he can ride Wes to tears.

“You — you okay?” Wes asks, after a little bit, lifting the arm to look at Adust with a shaky, happy smile.

Adust laughs, and leans his chin against Wes’ chest. “More than. I mean, I hope there aren’t any emergencies anytime soon, on account of my ass at the moment, but that’s a good thing. You?”

“I th — think it’ll be, a, a Christmas mir — miracle, if I can feel my legs sometime today,” Wes grins, and Adust can’t help but kiss it.

Of course, this is the time where the generators outside choose to abruptly shut down.

It’s not, like, terrible or anything. If the power goes out too long, the backup generators will kick in, albeit slowly. It’s in the middle of the day, it’s not that cold out, most of the important stuff have their own generators not connected to the system for this exact reason, but — the ones connected to the heater in the room is. And since most of the Minutemen are out, it means either they have to hope someone’s passing by and notices soon and restarts the generators, or. Well.

They’re going to have to do it themselves.

Adust groans, and plants his face against the sweat-sticky skin of Wes’ chest. Wes mirrors his groan right back. Neither of them want to stand up to even get dressed, let alone walk all the way outside to boot the generators up, but…

“If you restart the generators, I’ll take over your next Slog duty.” Adust bargains, looking up.

Wes is already looking at him, gaze just as determined. “If you res — restart the generators, I’ll, I’ll take over the Finch Farm route, twice.”

Shit. That’s a good deal. Adust hates going anywhere near Forged territory. He bites his lip, and then moves to straddle Wes. Wes’ hands immediately move to slide down his sides, resting on his hips, and it makes Adust smile despite what he wants to do.

“Do the generators and you can do that thing to me that you like,” Adust murmurs, eyes half-lidded, “The one with your fingers and my tongue.”

He can feel the way Wes shivers at that, relishes the way Wes’ eyes go dark with the prospect. He thinks he’s got victory in the bag until Wes’ hands slide to his ass, and grabs at it, fingers digging in in a way that makes Adust groan with pleasure.

“Do the generators and I’ll — I’ll eat you out, for, for as long as you want.” Wes counteroffers. “And a massage.”

Adust drops down onto Wes’ chest with an oompf, feeling their skin stick together with lube and sweat and other bodily fluids, and Wes receives him easily even as he wheezes a little. Adust sighs, pulling the blanket up around them. It’s already getting colder.

“It seems we’re at an impasse,” Adust groans.

“S — Seems so,” Wes agrees.

A beat. Two. Three.

“… Rock p— paper scissors?”

“Best two out of three. Loser starts the generator and gets some snack cakes from the common kitchen.”

“Deal.”

It’s a little difficult doing rock paper scissors while basically glued chest to chest like this, but they make do somehow. Adust slots his legs comfortably between Wes’, and Wes still has one hand draped on one of his buttcheeks, and then —

First round: Wes drops a paper, Adust drops a rock. Wes grins. Adust huffs.

Second round: Wes drops a paper, Adust drops a scissors. Wes pouts. Adust smirks.

It’s one for one. The last round will be the tiebreaker, and Adust is pretty confident in his win. He’s got a pretty good guess what Wes’ next move is. Which is absolutely why he’s taken completely off guard when, right as they reveal their hands, Wes squeezes the buttcheek in his hand and Adust jolts, heat coursing up his spine like lightning and the scissors in his hand clenches into a rock instead.

When he looks down, Wes grins simultaneously sheepish and triumphant, holding up paper.

“Wh — That’s cheating! You cheated!” Adust squawks, cheeks reddening.

Wes only laughs a little. “Never — Never said it was against the r — rules. Two snack c — cakes for me, please?”

… Well, fuck. Fine.

“Alright,” Adust acquiesces, moving to get up and off Wes. “Fine, you win this time.”

And as he slides off the bed, graceful even in his loss, Adust takes great pleasure in yanking the covers off of Wes. The yelp is music to his ears, and he wraps the covers around himself warmly.

“Hey! That’s — That wasn’t part of the d — deal!” Wes whines.

Adust throws a grin over his shoulder. “Never said it was against the rules.”

And then he walks off to put on some clothes, and to hurry and restart the generators. After all, Wes would be cold soon enough, and Adust wasn’t entirely a cruel bitch. He’d be more than happy to warm him up again.

Later, though. For now, revenge is a dish best served cold.