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It had been brewing for weeks, the tension between them palpable, thick and without reprieve.
Ragnar dropped his head in resignation as the hand gripping the back of his neck tightened.
His breath deep and exhale heavy, he tried to gather his wits as the hand that ran down his spine guided him towards the dimly lit alley way to their left. He wasn’t surprised when he found himself led right to the end of the alley, into darkness and hidden away from anyone that might stumble through the deserted car park.
“Erik,” Ragnar sighed, tired from repeating the same conversation they had already had multiple times over the years. Hating the words that had been replayed over and over in the last few weeks.
“Ragnar” Erik jutted his chin and eyed the face in front of him, the glow from the full moon making the look seem harsh. He crowded into Ragnar's space, slipping his thumbs over the utility belt at his hips and jostling him back, until his back rested against the brick wall behind him. Ragnar threw his head back to avoid the stare that was trying to pin him in place. He could have easily broken free, if he had really wanted to. The feeling of Erik pressed solidly against the length of his body, his scent engulfing him was like a drug Ragnar had been long addicted to. He felt himself losing the fight to not give in to the next hit.
“Erik we…” Ragnar’s words turned into a hiss as Erik’s hands moved from his belt to his shirt, tugging it out from where it was tucked into his pants. The cold touch of bare hands splaying across his stomach catching Ragnar off-guard.
“We need to, I need to. Please?” Erik all but whispered his plea, as if protecting himself from anyone else hearing the need in his voice.
Ragnar swallowed hard, clenching his jaw tight, trying desperately to focus on anything but the hands that had moved to grip his waist, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on his skin. He could feel his resolve wavering, he knew Erik was craving this just as much as he was.
“No one is going to see us here” Erik spoke softly, running gentle kisses from Ragnar’s ear down his neck and along his exposed skin as he nosed the opening of his shirt. “Everyone else left from the front entrance of the building, no one is coming back here until morning. And we got out 20 minutes earlier than expected. We have time.”
“Fuck, Erik.” Ragnar hissed as teeth gently sunk into the skin along his collar bone. Erik felt the last strands of restraint leave Ragnar’s body as his hands shot up from where they had been hanging at his sides to cup Erik’s arse, pulling him in closer still.
Erik tilted his head back, watching the stream of emotions run through Ragnar’s eyes. Anger and frustration at having to try to stop what was happening - guilt from knowing they should be at home with their families, and the ever present love and wanting.
None of these feelings were new, the pair had been doing this dance for years. To the outside world they were childhood best friends, brothers in arms, business partners. Undoubtedly loyal, steadfast twin columns, a solid team in every arena. They had built their company from the ground up and they personified success. Young, wealthy, handsome, powerful and so far untouchable. Their easy going natures and charismatic personalities made it easy for everyone to love them, including the women they each had at home.
No one knew they had run head first across the line from friendship to love years ago. It was a secret they kept firmly guarded, telling no one to prevent it being used against them. Both truly loved their wives, unwilling to hurt them for their own pleasure, so they kept their secret locked away tight with a tactical precision.
They shared the shame and dishonour as they stole whatever minutes alone they could. Hesitation started to settle on Erik as he watched Ragnar worrying at his bottom lip, his eyes were closed and a frown tightened his eyebrows. He desperately wanted to chase the unease off his lover's face. He used his hands on Ragnar’s firm chest to push back slightly, creating space as he ran his thumb along Ragnar's lip. A shudder ran through Ragnar’s towering frame as he finally let go, shoulders dropping in surrender and his mouth opening with a sigh.
Slowly, as if giving Ragnar every possible millisecond to pull away, Erik raised his lips up to meet Ranger's gently. Sweet, feather light kisses quickly turned passionate and deep, tongues and teeth fighting for dominance as both men finally lent into the deep need they had been avoiding for days.
Ragnar broke the kiss, gasping at the sound of velcro ripping as Erik undid the utility belt around his waist. Erik chased the moan coming from Ragnar’s parted lips as he slid his hand under Ragnar’s briefs, against soft skin and coaxed him to hardness.
Erik felt a heat pool in his stomach as the cock in his hand hardened and the man in arms softened and relaxed into him. Ragnar’s head dropped down to rest on his shoulder, lips trailing along his neck. The string of little sighs and moans escaping the larger man’s throat was like literal music to Erik’s ears.
Ragnar let out a groan of despair, hands desperately tightening on the other man’s hips as he relaxed the hand Ragnar had begun to thrust into, chasing friction he could feel it causing.
Erik pushed back on Ragnar again, ignoring the hands refusing to let him go, until Ragnar’s back was firmly against the wall. Blue eyes struggled to focus on Erik, confusion clouding them at being denied pleasure when he was so close.
“I’m not going anywhere, love,” Erik reassured him as he sank to his knees, “I’ll always be here to look after you”.
“Fuck, Erik!” Ragnar fought himself from bucking his hips as Erik’s tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, making a point licking the precum leaking from his slit.
He moaned Erik’s name again and as more of his length was encircled by his lover's warm mouth. His hand dropped down to rest on Erik’s head, gently fisting at the blonde hair. After all these years Ragnar knew he didn’t need to use the hold he had to direct Erik. He held on to him to ground himself, a lifeline to keep him from floating away.
Erik trailed his hands up along Ragnar’s thighs, splaying his hands firmly on Ragnar’s hips to pin him in place. He had lost the battle of stopping himself from thrusting himself deeper into Erik’s throat.
A second hand grabbing at his hair was the only warning Erik had before Ragnar’s warmth coated his throat. He swallowed it all, sucking Ragnar dry until he felt a gentle tug of his hair.
He rose to his feet, gently tucking Ragnar back into his pants. Bringing up a hand to wipe away any spillage without luck as he was roughly pulled into a soaring kiss, Ragnar growling low in his chest as he tasted himself on his lover's tongue.
The two clung to each other as they got their breathing under control, Erik running his hand up and down Ragnar’s side.
The peace was broken by the sudden vibrating of a phone in Ragnar’s pocket. They shared one last quick kiss as they stepped apart. Facade falling back in place as he answered the call, a distressed sounding Brida and the wailing of an infant coming through the other end.
The moment all but gone, until they could steal their next minute.