( penny tries to swat his hand away and then rolls his eyes, reaching for another bottle so he can tip it back and let it slide down his throat. the more he does that, the better he feels.
he listens to penny talk and when he mentions love, penny's face twists up and he mimes vomiting before shaking his head. )
What the hell do you mean because of love? You sound like a fucking Taylor Swift song, you know.
( and he thought he'd gotten his fill of taylor swift when he'd been able to read quentin's thoughts. )
(He responds to Penny's swat by swatting him back. They are incredibly mature individuals. Quentin's been in a semi-consistent drunken haze for a few days. He didn't hallucinate anyone, but it's not impossible. It's great to not be alone. He's always afraid of being alone.)
Not me, dude, the Henries guy. He was like us, he went to another world, and he fell in love with someone. And when he came back here, he's been trying to get back to that person ever since. So killing a god, sticking us here, all for that reason.
(Listen is it kind of romantic? Does Quentin think it's romantic? OF COURSE HE DOES. It doesn't mean it's okay. It doesn't mean he'd do it. He loves Eliot and he misses Eliot, but he wouldn't get that desperate for him back that he'd kill or destroy lives. That's the kind of love people write about in books to be dramatic, not actually do in real life. Or so he thinks.)
I miss Taylor Swift. (He manages to lift his head enough to safely drink some booze before dropping his head back on the floor.) She probably has like two other albums now. And fuck off cause I don't care what you think.
( or that's what penny's going to tell himself. maybe he doesn't care as much as he once did but penny knows he cares.
at the news quentin provides him, penny rolls his eyes and shakes his head, disgusted. )
That something you'd do for someone you loved? Ruin the fucking lives of other people just to get back to him or her?
( penny tries to think if that's something he'd do or not. for the most part, he thinks other people can go take a fucking leap but...he doesn't even know if he has that in him. )
(That's not the same thing as not caring about what he thinks in general. Quentin always cares about what people think in general. He lies there as he considers the question but not for long, shaking his head. It feels scratchy against the floor.)
No, I wouldn't. And I wouldn't want someone to do that for me.
(Whether it's Alice or Eliot or Arielle, he wouldn't want that for them, to never be able to let go. He's dead now and he wants Alice and Eliot to move on, he doesn't want to ever be the person who holds them back from being happy. He doesn't think that's what love actually is. Henries is selfish, deeply and ugly.
The floor is not comfortable for his head so he moves and puts his head in Penny's lap, that's much comfier. Also it means that he can make sure he's still there. Also he just is really clingy and needy right now but he knows Penny will smack him if he tries to go for hugs.)
He's like, evil. When people like us first showed up in the start, he murdered them, so uhhh. No one should be comfortable around him. So of course I volunteered to go up to the moon and meet him.
( penny only frowns for a moment while quentin gets comfortable with his head in his lap. he doesn't do something silly like slide his fingers through quentin's hair because he's still penny but he doesn't shake him off either.
instead, he leans back on one hand and sighs, peering up at the ceiling while quentin talks. )
Of course you did. You have a fuckin' death wish.
( penny shakes his head. as much of a hard time as he gives quentin, he doesn't want him to die. but quentin just throws himself into this shit without thought. )
You're kind of an idiot. ( but his tone is somewhat fond. )
(He doesn't get pushed off and that's a relief because he feels so much better here. Penny's comfortable and also very physically real and it's soothing to Quentin's permanent anxiety. He smiles faintly at that, he has died ... so maany times at this point. Penny's not wrong.)
They're not going to send me. I offered but I dunno, I'm still that guy who fucked up with the simulation.
(Like, forever he will be that guy. Quentin and Cassius spoke for the first time since it happened and got along okay, and he even helped Max out thanks to Cassius. But even Quentin will still see himself as the fuck up until he manages to do something right, for once.)
Though they should send at least one nerd. We know allllll the questions.
(Jason managed to communicate a whole lot of questions, and he's sure whoever does connect with Henries can do the same, but it's different from having someone like him or Lance there. In his opinion. He can't deny that he's not the best under pressure, but being non-threatening and easy to talk to? He's actually good at that.)
'm gonna make a moon gate and then I'll just go up and do it myself.
(A beat later he starts humming Space Oddity. Like you do when thinking of space.)
You're gonna make a moon gate? How the hell are you gonna make a moon gate? How do you even make a moon gate?
( that's a nerd thing and penny is decidedly not a nerd. so, he's going to leave that to quentin because quentin is a nerd even if he's...kind of warm right now.
not that he's going to tell quentin that. quentin doesn't need to know that he's warm. )
Why do you wanna go to the moon anyway? Seems like it'd be kind of boring after you get past the whole novelty. And no one else is gonna be there for you to bother.
Ohh so it takes relics, four of them, I've got three. (Of course Quentin found a way to collect relics.) They're special and only we can use them and the gates. So we have to like go up there and you make a ....
(He waves his hands in the air above his face as he tries to think of how to describe it. Quentin talks with his hands a lot. Luckily he is cozy with his head in Penny's lap and his glass is doing okay balanced on his chest. He just better not move too much or it'll fall.)
Geometric sacred space. (He turns his head and breathes out.) You smell nice.
(He doesn't think he has to explain why he's thinking like that, Penny just does. He kind of thinks about smelling him some more but his mind circles back to the moon.)
Noooo there's a ton of rich people there but it's Henries, Penny. I want to pick his stupid brain.
Why? You think he's really going to be straight with you? Fuckin' doubt it.
( no one was straight with anyone here. it was some sort of rite of passage or shit. you had to talk in riddles to get anywhere here. it's why penny stayed away from the fuckin' network. he didn't want to deal with so much talking. )
And I always smell good. Not my fault you never noticed. You were too caught up in...whatsherface.
No, but I want him to lie to my face and not to someone else who then tells me.
(Quentin would love to pretend he is good at reading people, but he literally is only good at it in poker. He is easy to lie to and he's slightly better at picking up on it now, but he has a human flaw which is trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. He'll say that he won't do that to Henries and then he'll meet him and he'll start calling him Jimmy and talking about birds, because that's just how he is. Until then. He's pretending.)
Dude. (Quentin smacks him lightly on the chest from his position. It ends up more of a pat.) Her name is Alice and you like literally had sex with her. Weirdo. Not like you want me to smell you anyway.
Yeah, you had sex with her too. Congratulations, we both had sex with her!
( whoo hoo and all that. he would give you a high five, quentin, but you're in a weird position so he just gives a stupid thumbs up anyway. congratulations to the both of them.
sniffing, penny leans back on his hands and then shrugs. )
Don't speak for me, man. You don't know what I want.
(He gives a very long sigh at that. A wistful one. Quentin went from getting it a lot to getting none of it and that was in their world, and then the same happened here too. He's someone who loves love, but also a healthy sexual appetite. Especially when he's low. Especially when he's lonely. Feeling anything but sad is something he strives for.)
Okay, fine, if you want me to smell you, I'll smell you.
(Quentin turns his head just a little to do exactly that and uh it may be an awkward choice considering his head is in Penny's lap and he is essentially sniffing at his crotch, but you know. It happens (does it, Q, does it?).)
( is he serious right now? he mentions sex and then has to sniff at penny's crotch when it feels like it's been goddamn years since he's had sex?
he makes a sound that he can't even define and twitches a bit. it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling but penny doesn't know if he should be having it with quentin of all people. )
Fine, smell you, asshole.
( he has to maintain some sense of being in control even if he feels...strange. )
(Quentin would not say it was an intentional choice but Penny makes a noise and he does smell nice. And he doesn't smack Quentin or push him away, and listen he's never been smart when it comes to these things. Ever. It's not the first time he's thought about Penny being hot. He's already said so. But he's like really, really hot.
He is still on that tightrope of whether this is appropriate or not (it's not), purposely nuzzling his nose this time into Penny's lap. His head turns fully and applies enough pressure that it is deliberately suggestive, more than smelling as his hot breath goes over the fabric. They still can technically laugh this off though, if they wanted.)
( jesus. that's...that's something. penny's not so drunk that he doesn't know that this is quentin laying there, pressing his face against the front of his pants but it also feels good.
he licks his lips, closing his eyes and not doing anything to jostle quentin away. he doesn't lift his hips towards the other man but he wants to and that's new.
swallowing, he looks down, watching quentin and trying to be encouraging without saying anything. )
(Quentin is definitely not so drunk not to know what he's doing. When he's fully drunk he doesn't get horny, he gets sad, like he's been doing since coming back alone. He wallows in his pain. This is a different instinct. He's concerned if he looks up at Penny and they meet eyes the energy will disappear, same as if he talks. At least on his end, he would not say there never was a vibe for him. But that's Quentin. He has a tendency to always want what he can't have, even if it's only in curious passing.
Penny is not shy, he would stop him the moment he wants to, so Quentin isn't actually worried that he's doing something Penny doesn't want. He'd already be slapped off him if that was the case. Quentin pulls a move he's actually very good at, which is catching the zipper of Penny's pants in his teeth, lifting, and slowly unzipping it exactly this way. He knows exactly how suggestive that is. Now there's no doubting it.
He sets the glass of liquor down off his chest and slowly turns, putting the glass down, and oh so casually moving that hand up to curl his fingers in the waistband of Penny's pants. And then he waits; for a rejection, or to let him continue.)
( penny's...not sure what to expect here. he knows that he's encouraged this and that if he wanted quentin to stop, he should have shoved him off but he hasn't. he doesn't know why.
maybe it's the fact that he hasn't been touched in a long goddamn time. even if this is quentin and quentin's usually not one to touch him.
but right now, quentin's touch is the one he wants. he's not going to be able to explain that if someone asks but he wants it. so, when quentin touches his zipper with his mouth, penny sighs, head tipping back.
the sigh grows heavier when quentin's hand finds its way to the waistband of his pants. he doesn't try and push him away, doesn't reject, just...let's it happen. )
(The sigh is confirmation that this is happening and it lets Quentin settle on that truth. He shivers with a sudden rush of arousal; he doesn't care if this is a bad idea. He wants this. He undoes Penny's pants and carefully moves them down just enough not to make Penny do anything but passively accept it. His hand moves underneath and he gently curls his hand around Penny's cock.
Quentin's already moved to his stomach so his head is there when he exposes Penny, stroking him slowly, and he runs his tongue along the very tip. God, he's missed this. He misses sex, he misses feeling good, he misses just being hungry and desperate and someone letting him make them feel good. If there's one thing Quentin is, it's (actually) good at sex. Go figure. The enthusiasm helps.
Quentin teases him into hardness and sucks just the head into his mouth, closing his eyes from the sheer carnal pleasure of it.)
( some part of penny knows that this is quentin doing this, this is quentin pulling his cock out of his pants and getting a hand around him.
penny bites his lips, head tipping back and accepting what quentin's offering because he wants it. he doesn't know if he wants it from quentin, if he's thinking about quentin right now but quentin is who he feels and it feels good.
his cock starts to harden fairly quickly, an effect, he knows of not being touched in so long. he shivers and, after a second, his hand comes down to thread through quentin's hair, encouraging as much as he can.
his breathing grows heavier as quentin moves, as his mouth closes around the head of penny's cock. )
(Quentin is very aware that this is Penny and that the hunger he has is for Penny. He knows that Penny's not been with someone in awhile. He wants to give him something, he's grateful to have him back, he's glad not to be alone. And sex, desire, they feed Quentin reassurance, there is no doubting that he is caught up in this moment with his friend and maybe he'll be sorry about it later. But not now.
He chances a look up when Penny shivers and he sees him biting his lip, his head tipped back, clearly enjoying what is happening regardless of the details. He's always been so fucking hot, but this is going to stick in his head for awhile. Quentin can't stop himself from making a noise when Penny's fingers move into his hair, one of his favorite things about going down on someone. It's a muffled moan, vibrating on Penny's head and he's dropping the careful part.
Quentin holds him at the base and moves his head down, each bob taking Penny deeper into his throat, his eagerness making him go faster than he should. But he isn't afraid of gagging because he isn't afraid of anything, all he's thinking about is making Penny happy, about getting him of. He is almost ruthless in how focused he is, sucking in his lips when he has Penny deep, moving his hand to stroke in the same movement as he lifts his head.)
( penny would have never thought that quentin would be as good at this as he is. he knows that quentin's had sex and he's probably had more sex than penny's had in awhile but he still would have thought quentin was inexperienced and a little sloppy.
but no, that's not the case. quentin's really fucking good and penny would be willing to admit that to him. later. when he's not getting his cock sucked.
he moans, reaching down to tighten his hold on quentin's hair and even lifting his hips up, trying to thrust himself down quentin's throat. he's not rough about it, not cruel but he wants. he wants this badly especially now that it's happening.
he can't think of anything else but his cock and the mouth around him right now. )
(The credit can go to Eliot who is unsurprisingly extremely good at sex, and they were together for fifty years. It wasn't just Teddy memories that stayed with Quentin, and until recently, he'd been getting some regularly. Penny's moan and movement make Quentin hum around him happily, glad to get any reaction out of him. The fingers in his hair feel like heaven and Quentin's hard himself, doing nothing to take the pressure off his own cock for now. All he cares about is Penny's taste, Penny's heat, Penny wanting him.
He keeps steady but bobs less so Penny can be the one taking his mouth and using it to his own pleasure. God he loves the feeling of it. The fact Eliot thought at any point Quentin wasn't bisexual as hell is hilarious. He wants more from Penny. A whole lot more. The question is if he can ask for it. This may be his only chance. Oh fuck it.
Quentin sucks on Penny until he can tell he's really starting to lose it, tempting him, licking the slit of his head, and then all of a sudden he pulls off him. He regrets it immediately and licks his lips, chancing a look up. This entire time they've been touching but it's like Quentin's desire through the empathy bond is tripled. He did tell Penny once sex with the empathy bond was unique. Now he can feel the intense want for himself.
This may break this spell they're under but hey, no guts no glory (sex).)
I want you to fuck me.
(Quentin says almost on a whisper, breaking their silence. He keeps his hand on Penny, and he might not be playing fair by still touching him, slower now.)
( quentin's really asking a lot of penny to answer a question after he's had his cock sucked for a little while. he can barely think straight, cock hard and chest heaving. when quentin pulls away, he makes a little sound of protest before the words process.
does he want to fuck quentin? he knows the answer. even if there's a little voice in the back of his head that tells him that this could go very bad in the future, he doesn't care. )
Take off your pants and get on your hands and knees.
( is that answer enough? yes, he wants to fuck quentin and he's going to fuck quentin if things go well.
penny starts moving, getting onto his knees and reaching for quentin's belt. )
(God yes, that is exactly what he wanted to hear, e x a c t l y. Quentin's eyes are nearly pitch black when he looks up at Penny, wildly turned on. He is torn between wanting Penny to take his pants off and just wanting them off, stripping his shirt and tossing it to the side. He decides on not hiding how eager he is, moving to take off his belt and squirming out of his pants.
Now naked, Quentin obediently turns, fine with them fucking right here on the floor without question. He gets on his hands and knees, spreading his legs and arching his ass up in very clear invitation. It's the actions of someone who not only wants this but is thirsting in a way he can't control.)
Stuff in the drawer.
(Q nods in the direction. He and Eliot had stashes everywhere just in case. He isn't ashamed of it.)
You can be fast, I want to feel it.
(He doesn't want to go raw but Quentin's impatient and he won't be happy until Penny's inside of him. Until he can't think.)
( while quentin gets himself ready, penny shifts onto his knees, shoving his pants and shorts down enough that his cock springs free, still wet from quentin's mouth.
he gives himself a few strokes, watching quentin get naked and feeling his cock throb at the sight of quentin's cock and ass right there in front of him.
this was such a bad idea which was why it was going to feel so fucking good.
penny reaches for the lube and the condoms in the drawer, dropping the condom down before he uses the lube to cover his fingers. quentin wants it fast and penny's willing to give him that but first, he's going to make sure that quentin's at least a little opened up.
without waiting, he slides a finger inside quentin, feeling that tight heat and he moans, cursing under his breath. )
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( penny tries to swat his hand away and then rolls his eyes, reaching for another bottle so he can tip it back and let it slide down his throat. the more he does that, the better he feels.
he listens to penny talk and when he mentions love, penny's face twists up and he mimes vomiting before shaking his head. )
What the hell do you mean because of love? You sound like a fucking Taylor Swift song, you know.
( and he thought he'd gotten his fill of taylor swift when he'd been able to read quentin's thoughts. )
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(He responds to Penny's swat by swatting him back. They are incredibly mature individuals. Quentin's been in a semi-consistent drunken haze for a few days. He didn't hallucinate anyone, but it's not impossible. It's great to not be alone. He's always afraid of being alone.)
Not me, dude, the Henries guy. He was like us, he went to another world, and he fell in love with someone. And when he came back here, he's been trying to get back to that person ever since. So killing a god, sticking us here, all for that reason.
(Listen is it kind of romantic? Does Quentin think it's romantic? OF COURSE HE DOES. It doesn't mean it's okay. It doesn't mean he'd do it. He loves Eliot and he misses Eliot, but he wouldn't get that desperate for him back that he'd kill or destroy lives. That's the kind of love people write about in books to be dramatic, not actually do in real life. Or so he thinks.)
I miss Taylor Swift. (He manages to lift his head enough to safely drink some booze before dropping his head back on the floor.) She probably has like two other albums now. And fuck off cause I don't care what you think.
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( or that's what penny's going to tell himself. maybe he doesn't care as much as he once did but penny knows he cares.
at the news quentin provides him, penny rolls his eyes and shakes his head, disgusted. )
That something you'd do for someone you loved? Ruin the fucking lives of other people just to get back to him or her?
( penny tries to think if that's something he'd do or not. for the most part, he thinks other people can go take a fucking leap but...he doesn't even know if he has that in him. )
Love really worth all that?
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(That's not the same thing as not caring about what he thinks in general. Quentin always cares about what people think in general. He lies there as he considers the question but not for long, shaking his head. It feels scratchy against the floor.)
No, I wouldn't. And I wouldn't want someone to do that for me.
(Whether it's Alice or Eliot or Arielle, he wouldn't want that for them, to never be able to let go. He's dead now and he wants Alice and Eliot to move on, he doesn't want to ever be the person who holds them back from being happy. He doesn't think that's what love actually is. Henries is selfish, deeply and ugly.
The floor is not comfortable for his head so he moves and puts his head in Penny's lap, that's much comfier. Also it means that he can make sure he's still there. Also he just is really clingy and needy right now but he knows Penny will smack him if he tries to go for hugs.)
He's like, evil. When people like us first showed up in the start, he murdered them, so uhhh. No one should be comfortable around him. So of course I volunteered to go up to the moon and meet him.
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instead, he leans back on one hand and sighs, peering up at the ceiling while quentin talks. )
Of course you did. You have a fuckin' death wish.
( penny shakes his head. as much of a hard time as he gives quentin, he doesn't want him to die. but quentin just throws himself into this shit without thought. )
You're kind of an idiot. ( but his tone is somewhat fond. )
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They're not going to send me. I offered but I dunno, I'm still that guy who fucked up with the simulation.
(Like, forever he will be that guy. Quentin and Cassius spoke for the first time since it happened and got along okay, and he even helped Max out thanks to Cassius. But even Quentin will still see himself as the fuck up until he manages to do something right, for once.)
Though they should send at least one nerd. We know allllll the questions.
(Jason managed to communicate a whole lot of questions, and he's sure whoever does connect with Henries can do the same, but it's different from having someone like him or Lance there. In his opinion. He can't deny that he's not the best under pressure, but being non-threatening and easy to talk to? He's actually good at that.)
'm gonna make a moon gate and then I'll just go up and do it myself.
(A beat later he starts humming Space Oddity. Like you do when thinking of space.)
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( that's a nerd thing and penny is decidedly not a nerd. so, he's going to leave that to quentin because quentin is a nerd even if he's...kind of warm right now.
not that he's going to tell quentin that. quentin doesn't need to know that he's warm. )
Why do you wanna go to the moon anyway? Seems like it'd be kind of boring after you get past the whole novelty. And no one else is gonna be there for you to bother.
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(He waves his hands in the air above his face as he tries to think of how to describe it. Quentin talks with his hands a lot. Luckily he is cozy with his head in Penny's lap and his glass is doing okay balanced on his chest. He just better not move too much or it'll fall.)
Geometric sacred space. (He turns his head and breathes out.) You smell nice.
(He doesn't think he has to explain why he's thinking like that, Penny just does. He kind of thinks about smelling him some more but his mind circles back to the moon.)
Noooo there's a ton of rich people there but it's Henries, Penny. I want to pick his stupid brain.
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( no one was straight with anyone here. it was some sort of rite of passage or shit. you had to talk in riddles to get anywhere here. it's why penny stayed away from the fuckin' network. he didn't want to deal with so much talking. )
And I always smell good. Not my fault you never noticed. You were too caught up in...whatsherface.
( alice. her name is alice. )
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(Quentin would love to pretend he is good at reading people, but he literally is only good at it in poker. He is easy to lie to and he's slightly better at picking up on it now, but he has a human flaw which is trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. He'll say that he won't do that to Henries and then he'll meet him and he'll start calling him Jimmy and talking about birds, because that's just how he is. Until then. He's pretending.)
Dude. (Quentin smacks him lightly on the chest from his position. It ends up more of a pat.) Her name is Alice and you like literally had sex with her. Weirdo. Not like you want me to smell you anyway.
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( whoo hoo and all that. he would give you a high five, quentin, but you're in a weird position so he just gives a stupid thumbs up anyway. congratulations to the both of them.
sniffing, penny leans back on his hands and then shrugs. )
Don't speak for me, man. You don't know what I want.
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(He gives a very long sigh at that. A wistful one. Quentin went from getting it a lot to getting none of it and that was in their world, and then the same happened here too. He's someone who loves love, but also a healthy sexual appetite. Especially when he's low. Especially when he's lonely. Feeling anything but sad is something he strives for.)
Okay, fine, if you want me to smell you, I'll smell you.
(Quentin turns his head just a little to do exactly that and uh it may be an awkward choice considering his head is in Penny's lap and he is essentially sniffing at his crotch, but you know. It happens (does it, Q, does it?).)
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he makes a sound that he can't even define and twitches a bit. it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling but penny doesn't know if he should be having it with quentin of all people. )
Fine, smell you, asshole.
( he has to maintain some sense of being in control even if he feels...strange. )
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He is still on that tightrope of whether this is appropriate or not (it's not), purposely nuzzling his nose this time into Penny's lap. His head turns fully and applies enough pressure that it is deliberately suggestive, more than smelling as his hot breath goes over the fabric. They still can technically laugh this off though, if they wanted.)
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he licks his lips, closing his eyes and not doing anything to jostle quentin away. he doesn't lift his hips towards the other man but he wants to and that's new.
swallowing, he looks down, watching quentin and trying to be encouraging without saying anything. )
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Penny is not shy, he would stop him the moment he wants to, so Quentin isn't actually worried that he's doing something Penny doesn't want. He'd already be slapped off him if that was the case. Quentin pulls a move he's actually very good at, which is catching the zipper of Penny's pants in his teeth, lifting, and slowly unzipping it exactly this way. He knows exactly how suggestive that is. Now there's no doubting it.
He sets the glass of liquor down off his chest and slowly turns, putting the glass down, and oh so casually moving that hand up to curl his fingers in the waistband of Penny's pants. And then he waits; for a rejection, or to let him continue.)
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maybe it's the fact that he hasn't been touched in a long goddamn time. even if this is quentin and quentin's usually not one to touch him.
but right now, quentin's touch is the one he wants. he's not going to be able to explain that if someone asks but he wants it. so, when quentin touches his zipper with his mouth, penny sighs, head tipping back.
the sigh grows heavier when quentin's hand finds its way to the waistband of his pants. he doesn't try and push him away, doesn't reject, just...let's it happen. )
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Quentin's already moved to his stomach so his head is there when he exposes Penny, stroking him slowly, and he runs his tongue along the very tip. God, he's missed this. He misses sex, he misses feeling good, he misses just being hungry and desperate and someone letting him make them feel good. If there's one thing Quentin is, it's (actually) good at sex. Go figure. The enthusiasm helps.
Quentin teases him into hardness and sucks just the head into his mouth, closing his eyes from the sheer carnal pleasure of it.)
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penny bites his lips, head tipping back and accepting what quentin's offering because he wants it. he doesn't know if he wants it from quentin, if he's thinking about quentin right now but quentin is who he feels and it feels good.
his cock starts to harden fairly quickly, an effect, he knows of not being touched in so long. he shivers and, after a second, his hand comes down to thread through quentin's hair, encouraging as much as he can.
his breathing grows heavier as quentin moves, as his mouth closes around the head of penny's cock. )
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He chances a look up when Penny shivers and he sees him biting his lip, his head tipped back, clearly enjoying what is happening regardless of the details. He's always been so fucking hot, but this is going to stick in his head for awhile. Quentin can't stop himself from making a noise when Penny's fingers move into his hair, one of his favorite things about going down on someone. It's a muffled moan, vibrating on Penny's head and he's dropping the careful part.
Quentin holds him at the base and moves his head down, each bob taking Penny deeper into his throat, his eagerness making him go faster than he should. But he isn't afraid of gagging because he isn't afraid of anything, all he's thinking about is making Penny happy, about getting him of. He is almost ruthless in how focused he is, sucking in his lips when he has Penny deep, moving his hand to stroke in the same movement as he lifts his head.)
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but no, that's not the case. quentin's really fucking good and penny would be willing to admit that to him. later. when he's not getting his cock sucked.
he moans, reaching down to tighten his hold on quentin's hair and even lifting his hips up, trying to thrust himself down quentin's throat. he's not rough about it, not cruel but he wants. he wants this badly especially now that it's happening.
he can't think of anything else but his cock and the mouth around him right now. )
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He keeps steady but bobs less so Penny can be the one taking his mouth and using it to his own pleasure. God he loves the feeling of it. The fact Eliot thought at any point Quentin wasn't bisexual as hell is hilarious. He wants more from Penny. A whole lot more. The question is if he can ask for it. This may be his only chance. Oh fuck it.
Quentin sucks on Penny until he can tell he's really starting to lose it, tempting him, licking the slit of his head, and then all of a sudden he pulls off him. He regrets it immediately and licks his lips, chancing a look up. This entire time they've been touching but it's like Quentin's desire through the empathy bond is tripled. He did tell Penny once sex with the empathy bond was unique. Now he can feel the intense want for himself.
This may break this spell they're under but hey, no guts no glory (sex).)
I want you to fuck me.
(Quentin says almost on a whisper, breaking their silence. He keeps his hand on Penny, and he might not be playing fair by still touching him, slower now.)
Do you want to fuck me?
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does he want to fuck quentin? he knows the answer. even if there's a little voice in the back of his head that tells him that this could go very bad in the future, he doesn't care. )
Take off your pants and get on your hands and knees.
( is that answer enough? yes, he wants to fuck quentin and he's going to fuck quentin if things go well.
penny starts moving, getting onto his knees and reaching for quentin's belt. )
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Now naked, Quentin obediently turns, fine with them fucking right here on the floor without question. He gets on his hands and knees, spreading his legs and arching his ass up in very clear invitation. It's the actions of someone who not only wants this but is thirsting in a way he can't control.)
Stuff in the drawer.
(Q nods in the direction. He and Eliot had stashes everywhere just in case. He isn't ashamed of it.)
You can be fast, I want to feel it.
(He doesn't want to go raw but Quentin's impatient and he won't be happy until Penny's inside of him. Until he can't think.)
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he gives himself a few strokes, watching quentin get naked and feeling his cock throb at the sight of quentin's cock and ass right there in front of him.
this was such a bad idea which was why it was going to feel so fucking good.
penny reaches for the lube and the condoms in the drawer, dropping the condom down before he uses the lube to cover his fingers. quentin wants it fast and penny's willing to give him that but first, he's going to make sure that quentin's at least a little opened up.
without waiting, he slides a finger inside quentin, feeling that tight heat and he moans, cursing under his breath. )
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