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The first time V and Kerry fucked was very easily one of the craziest experiences of V’s life. It was life-changing and utterly insane and right up there with getting an old, dead terrorist put in his head on the list of buckwild things that have happened to him. Since then, he’s done everything he can to avoid the topic of sex with the silver-haired rockstar. It wasn’t an easy feat, but with Kerry working on his album and V working on getting Johnny out of his head, he managed.
It wasn’t like he didn’t want to fuck again. On the contrary, V really, really wanted to fuck Kerry again. He thought about it a lot, and it got to the point where Johnny periodically got on to him about letting his mind wander in the middle of gigs. He also got on to him about ‘making him think of his best friend's dick’, but V couldn’t really help that all that much. He might think about it less if he stopped avoiding the topic (doubtful but still), but he was just so worried he was gonna fuck it up.
V wasn’t like a virgin or anything before Kerr, but he definitely was not Eurodyne level of confident in his own experience. The incredible first time that they had felt like an adrenaline-filled fluke. There was no way he could live up to that standard.
Kerry had definitely noticed. The other man wasn’t stupid, and there were only so many ‘emergencies’ that he could get called to in the middle of making out before it started sounding suspicious. Even then, the man never said anything. He just let V run off once again before going back to his guitar.
“You know he’s probably just fucking someone else by now.”
“Ah-fuck.” V would’ve jumped if he weren’t driving down the road on his bike. “Johnny, I told you not to just pop up like that.”
“What else am I supposed to do fucking email you before talking? Not like you’d listen then either.”
“At least don’t pop up on my bike. It’s even weirder when you talk and I can’t see you.”
“Whatever. Live in denial, what do I care?”
“Do you - do you actually think that he is?”
“Why else would he not say anything about your weird hangups by now?”
V rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the road and the gig he was headed to. However, he couldn’t push the thought away completely. He didn’t have an answer to why Kerry hadn’t said anything. Even if he was seeing someone else, V wasn’t sure he even had enough claim to be upset about it. Kerry never said they were exclusive, and neither did V. Maybe Kerry didn’t say anything because he just didn’t care. Maybe he just wanted him around for those crazy adrenaline-filled moments and nothing else.
The next time V saw Kerry after that was not exactly planned. It was about a week later, and V had shown up unannounced with a lot of blood all over him.
“What the fuck, V?” Kerry was already right by his side, trying to support the side V had come in limping on.
“Sorry, I think I got blood on your floor,” V mumbled. Kerry didn’t say anything to that and just dragged him over to the couch. When they got there, V then saw that he had now also got blood on both the couch and Kerry as well. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Shh, why are you here and not at a ripperdoc, V? Jesus Christ.” Kerry’s eyes flicked all over V’s bloody and bruised state.
“It was closer?” V didn’t mean to say it like a question, but that’s what it slipped out as, and it immediately made Kerry scoff.
“Fuck off. No, it wasn’t.”
“Hm, wanted to see you.” V lolled his head back. He felt a little dizzy from the blood loss, or maybe it was the hit to the head. He wasn’t sure. “Miss you.”
“W-well, you see me.” V felt something touch his side, and he flinched until he looked down and saw that Kerry had gotten out a first aid kit from somewhere. “Now, don’t die on my couch.” Kerry started trying to carefully strip V of his shirt and assess what looked like just a bloody mess.
“Only some of the blood’s mine,” V said, hoping that that would somehow make Kerry’s face look less scrunched together. “Most of it is other people's.”
“Great. Can you tell me where most of yours is coming from?” Kerry was still frowning. V did his best to show Kerr where he had been shot at and cut up. Most of his blood was coming from a bullet wound on his leg that definitely needed to be stitched up properly. It had soaked his whole lower pant leg. The rest of his was coming from various cuts that V aptly described as coming from ‘some ninja bullshit’.
After a while of Kerry doing his best to patch him up, V started to doze off. He vaguely remembers Victor showing up for a bit and maybe Johnny showing up to either judge him or check on him. V couldn’t tell.
The next thing he heard was Kerry’s guitar. He woke up on silk sheets instead of blood-soaked couch cushions and noticed that Kerry was playing softer than he usually would. When V tried to slip out of bed, he was surprised by how much his previously bleeding leg didn’t hurt. It was still a little sore, but he could stand no problem.
“V?” Kerry stopped playing as he looked up to see V getting up. “Stay there. I’ll come up.” V debated arguing, but honestly, the excitement in Kerry’s voice caught him off guard enough to make him stay. When Kerry made it up, the first thing he did was grab V and pull him into a kiss. It was short and sweet, and it made V feel dizzy again. Kerry then pulled him back onto the edge of the bed while he held V’s face in his hands. “I thought you were gonna fucking die, babe,”
“S-sorry.” V felt himself stumble out.
“You don’t gotta be sorry, just… don’t fucking get shot again.” Kerry was still holding V’s face and stroking his thumb along his cheek.
“Sorry?”
“You stuck on repeat, sweetheart? Come on.” Kerry kissed him again and started stroking one hand through his hair gently. “I missed you, too, by the way.”
“Huh?”
“You said you missed me while you were bleeding out on my couch.”
“Oh.”
“Did you not miss me?” Kerry was still petting his hair, and it took V a second to register the question.
“Wha-no, I mean I miss you, yeah,” V must have still been recovering from blood loss because he felt completely lost in this conversation. “Missed. Missed you.” The chuckle he got from Kerry made him flush. He was so handsome, and he was touching V like he was worth more than one of his fancy guitars.
“That’s good. I had thought you were avoiding me for a while now.” Kerry moved closer, careful not to put any pressure on the bruises V had. It was at that moment that V realized he was currently only in his boxers. Bandages covered his lower leg, but other than that, he was completely exposed. “Why, I don’t think I’ve heard from you in a week.”
“Oh. I- sorry.”
“Sorry again. Whatcha’ sorry for?” Kerry was in V’s lap at this point. Hands were still touching his face and hair. All light and teasing touches. “Is it for ignoring me? Or is it for not telling me you were going on a dangerous mission? Or maybe it’s for ignoring me and then showing up on my doorstep half-dead?” The hand in V’s hair tightened a little. V couldn’t help but whimper at the pain.
Both hands left V’s skin, and his eyes fluttered open to see a very upset Kerry still in his lap.
“I really am sorry, Kerr. I just- I got-” V bit his lip. “I got scared, is all.” Kerry’s face softened a bit.
“Scared of what?”
“I-I’m gonna fuck this up. I mean, fuck, I already did,” V shoved his head into Kerry’s neck. His hands had been hanging onto Kerry’s robe, and he felt pathetic curling into him like this, but he was so warm.
“You didn’t fuck anything up, V.” Kerry put his arms back around V’s shoulders. He was so so warm.
“I did. I’m sorry. I was scared, and I knew I couldn’t live up to your expectations, so I just left, and I’m really sorry.”
“V, I don’t have any expectations of you.”
“Our last actual date included an exploding yacht. I can not top that.” V was still clinging to Kerry and hiding his face when he felt the other man start shaking. When he brought his head back up, he saw that he was laughing.
“You-you think I expect explosions every time we’re together?” Kerry was at the very least not frowning anymore, which made it a little harder for V to keep the pout on his face as he was being laughed at.
“Not literally, you asshole. You know what I mean!”
“I’m afraid I really don’t, sweetheart,” He was still chuckling, and V felt his face slowly heating up. The embarrassment, the pet names, and all the skin-to-skin contact were really getting to him.
“I mean, like, ugh,” V groaned. “I guess I just don’t want to bore you.”
“Hmm,” Kerry hummed and reached up with one hand to start playing with V’s hair again. “Is that why you run away anytime I try to start anything?”
“W-well, yeah,”
“You think I could be bored with you here, in my bed?”
“I don’t-” A finger came up to silence V before he continued.
“I don’t know what kind of ‘expectations’ you think I have, but I’m not here with you because I want more explosions and excitement, V. I thought I already told you that.” Kerry was tracing swirls at the nape of V’s neck. “What I want is you here with me for as long as… well as long as you want. Whatever that entails is up to you, really. I can’t promise that I’ll never drag you out to blow up some corpo fuck’s yacht again, but as of right now, I don’t have any plans and I don’t want any,
“As for being bored in bed, I promise you don’t have to worry about that at all.”
“And- and why is that?” V spoke with Kerry’s finger still pressed against his lips.
“Because I already fucked you once and there’s literally no way I could get bored with your dick.”
“I-I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“You could say ‘Oh yes, Kerr, I would love to fuck you with my incredibly perfect cock’. That would work,”
“Oh my god,” V giggled.
“Yeah, and that’s what I’ll say while I’m-“ V covered Kerry’s mouth.
“I got it. I got it.” He was laughing fully now when Kerry licked his hand so he’d take it away.
“Mm, I don’t think you do, V,” Kerry moved in a way that reminded V that he was sitting in his lap this whole time. “I think that I should show you how I feel just with you here,” The kiss that they ended up in had V melting instantly. Kerry was still in his lap with his arms now around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “In my bed, alone, and no exploding yachts necessary.”
Kerry’s hands were back in V’s hair. The touch started slow and soft with kisses to match, and then he tugged just enough to get V to tilt his head back and moan. V had his own hands shoved inside Kerr’s robe and pulling at the rocker’s sides. The feeling of soft skin at odds with the rough bites and marks being left on his neck. With one hand, Kerry skimmed over V’s chest. There were still some healing bruises and scars from before, but he made sure to skip over them. Instead, he focused on making his own marks and lightly scratching his nails down V’s stomach.
“Kerr,” V moaned again and slid his hands down to Kerr’s ass. He tried to tug him forward a bit, but the hand at his stomach pushed him back. The rockstar then pulled his boxers down just enough to get out his cock.
“I just don’t see how you think I could be bored with this,” Kerry teased as he circled one finger over his tip. V opened his mouth to protest, but then the hand in his hair pulled, and a whine slipped out instead. “Make such pretty noises as well.”
“Kerrrr,” It was always a shock how fast Kerry could reduce V to a pathetic mess. He would have definitely tried to leave by now with some lame excuse. He would have left and gone to distract himself with some random job, only to end up back in his apartment, fist around his dick. He’d be thinking about something just like this happening. Kerry on top of him and teasing him. He could never stop himself from giving in too fast when he was alone. He would already be tipping himself over the edge by now. Instead, The real Kerry was taking his time with light touches and a mocking grin on his face.
“You know, when you would leave before I thought that maybe you just liked being a tease. To me or yourself, I didn’t know, but I think I got my answer.” V was practically squirming underneath the man, but instead of giving in, Kerr started pulling away. He shushed at V’s whine and pried his hands off his hips before moving to grab something at the end of the bed. He threw a bottle of lube next to him. “Not many people could get away with that, you know,
“Leaving me hanging like that,” Kerry slipped off his robe and tiny ass underwear. He came back to the bed to lean over V and pull at the edge of V’s boxers. “I wouldn’t have let anyone else just walk back in here,” He let the edge snap back against V’s hip. “Had me jerking off by myself like I was in fucking high school again.” V bit his lip as he helped Kerry tug his boxers off fully. Another apology was tugging at his lips, but instead, he pulled Kerry into a kiss by the neck.
As he climbed back over his lap, Kerry kept kissing him. This time, he let V pull him closer till they were chest to chest. V bucked his hips and groaned at the friction of Kerry’s dick on his. The older man reached between them with a lube-slick hand and took both of them together. V didn’t stop moving his hips as Kerr jerked them both off.
“Had me just like this, V.” Kerr’s low, rough voice whispered into V’s ear. “I was right here, in this bed, thinking about what we could do if you would just stay with me,” He sped up his hand, and V whined into his neck. The wet sounds of their skin on skin and V’s own muffled, pathetic noises rang out between them. “You gonna stay with me, V?” The merc nodded. He was so close, but it was then that Kerry pulled his hand away.
“I- Kerr, I’ll stay. I’m gonna stay. Please, Kerr,” V tried to keep bucking his hips up to get more, but Kerry was pushing his hips back down. He was whining again, and Kerr was pressing sweet, quick kisses to his temple.
“I know. I know. Sorry, sweetheart,” Kerr took V’s head in his hands and kissed his forehead before looking him in the eyes. “Just sit back. Don’t want to hurt that leg of yours again.”
“Fuck off, Kerr, just- please.” V gasped as he felt Kerr take him in hand again. “Fuck,” He lined him up and didn’t waste any time before sinking down. “Fuck, Kerr,” V groaned and gripped the other by the hips as he started moving. The pace they both set was fast and frantic as they both held on to each other with a bruising grip.
It didn’t feel long before V was at the edge again. He might have been embarrassed at how quickly it was if the man above him wasn’t right there with him. Kerr had his arms on his shoulders and his hands in his hair. The silver haired rockstar was moving with V with his eyes closed and his mouth open. Their breath was hot between them as V reached to touch his cock that was grinding against his stomach. The responding moan he got sent a shiver down his spine. He tried to stroke him in time with his thrusts but his hand was clumsy. It didn’t seem to matter in the end as Kerr came between them in no time. As V felt the man’s hips stutter and him tighten around him he was tipped over the edge himself. He pulled Kerr closer as he rode it out and groaned as he felt himself spill into his boyfriend.
They stayed like that for a while with Kerr slowly stroking V’s hair. It was some time later that Kerry climbed off the merc and they ended up side by side in bed. “We should take a shower,” Kerry mumbled but made no move to leave V’s arms again.
“In a sec, I wanna stay a little longer,” V kissed Kerr’s forehead and tucked in closer.