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(( Ok, ok, Geez, I leave a year and return to all these 'YOU MUST FINEESH!' type reviews! :3 So... if you can forgive me for my hiatus... I shall finish.))
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Silence, but for the hissing rain and resounding thunderclaps. Doc tightened his grip on the back of Marty's hip and stilled his other hand.

"That depends on your willingness to have it finished."

The words sounded forced and dry, passing through reluctant lips, but he refused to move until he heard an affirmation. The affirmation came in the form of guitar string calloused fingers popping the button of his dark gray slacks and toying with the fringe of his shorts before dipping under the waistband.

Instantly, Doc's knees parted wider of their own free will and collided painfully with the dash, causing Marty to loose his already fragile balance and fall back onto his friend's chest.

"Um... I think somebody's trying to tell us something..."

Doc winced then blinked when he felt Marty rubbing his sore knee lightly.

"Relocate?"

"Ten bucks says I get there before you do"

"No deal. It's dark, I'm old, and my knee just broke the dash. You run. I'll walk."

Marty laughed and leaned over to open the door, giving the scientist perfect retribution by full access to his nipples, and arching his back with a gasp when he bit one.

"That's just dirty..."

"You can make me pay for it inside. Budge over, my legs are numb."

With that, Marty reached down for one quick grope, tugged up his jeans a bit, then slid off of him and tore off for the house, picking up speed when lightning struck again. Doc sucked in a breath and gingerly swung his legs out of the door, stiffening a bit at the uncomfortable tightness of his partially undone slacks. Somewhere overhead, the thunder rolled and made the windows rattle slightly. Doc scratched his head and made a mental note to control his hormones long enough to light a candle before heading for his bed.

Nibbling on his lip, he refastened the front of his trousers uncomfortably and headed for the back door.

Stepping through the door, he felt his foot slam into a kerosene heater and winced at the deafening clang.

From his perch on the narrow bed, Marty grinned and shucked off his wet jeans, tossing his socks on the floor with his sneakers. Tugging the blanket around him, he settled back against the wall and stared out into the dark room.

"Alright?"

The older man frowned a little and slid a blind hand along the drawers in the kitchen.

"I'll live, I guess."

Finally reaching the knob with the deep scratch in the wood, he opened it and found a candle. Striking the match on the heel of his hand, he lit the wick and nursed the pale light with his cupped palm. Grabbing a small jar, he settled the fat candle inside it and made his way to the bed. Doc set the candle on the night table and turned back to the dented heater.

"Hey Doc, you just gonna leave me here?"

A ghost of a smile flickered on his face and he looked over his shoulder at the boy. He struck another match and lit the heater, setting the cage back over the glowing face. With the room more suitably illuminated and the chill slowly dying, Doc turned and made his way back to the bed.

"Sorry. It's cold in here."

Marty grinned and let the blanket fall off of one bare shoulder.

"It's warmer over here..."

Doc lifted a wry eyebrow even as he felt his face heat up at the insinuation. Lightning struck unexpectedly, dangerously close to the window, and they both jumped again. Marty cringed, knowing what was coming. The next roll of thunder rattled the windows violently, and Doc jumped. The boy threw aside the covers and beckoned with his hand.

"Doc, get the hell over here before you get struck down."

He nodded once and rushed over to the bed to avoid the window. As soon as he reached it, he stopped dead and his face flared even hotter in the dark. Unsure. Marty caught the silence and sighed, reaching out and touching Doc's hand.

"Still afraid to finish?"

The soft question caused the older man's head to jerk in Marty's direction, lower regions twitching uncomfortably in response to chaste contact. Sucking in a nerve-wracked breath, he sat down next to Marty on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers wearily through his hair. Marty tugged the thick blankets over them both and slid his hands across the front of his friend's sweater. Doc shuddered.

"Marty, I haven't... done anything like this in at least four decades."

A dry, forced grin.

"And even then, it wasn't much to sing about..."

Marty's brows puckered slightly and he cautiously reached out and pressed his mouth to the curve of his friend's neck. Doc shuddered again and ran his fingers through the boy's hair.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I... yeah, Doc. I do."

The older man seemed to snap to a decision and he mustered up enough courage to press his mouth chastely to the boy's.

"Then show me."

Marty sucked in a breath and kissed back, hands fisting in the older man's sweater as he lay back and dragged him on top of him. With all the impatience of a teenager, Emmet remembered what the boy had done with his mouth in their previous kisses and he opened his lips, dragging his tongue across the younger man's teeth. Marty slid a hand between them as he opened his own mouth and tugged at his boxers, squirming and trying to get them down his legs. He only managed to get them past his hips.

Doc shivered and moved his mouth down to suck at a pale neck, raising a bright mark that would shine like a beacon in the morning. One hand slid from the boy's cheek down his chest. Marty squirmed and laughed, breathless, but broke into a small moan when rough fingers wrapped around his erection.

"E-easy there, or I'll..."

The older man shook his head shortly and clenched his jaw, continuing to run the fingers of one hand through the other's hair. His other hand worked tentatively over the hard flesh in his hand, causing his young friend to fidget and gasp.

"I want to see."

Marty chewed on his lip and lifted his hips to meet every stroke of his palm, eyes fluttering closed and a faint rush of color bleeding into his face and neck. Doc's mouth set into a thin line as he stared down at the younger man, eyes widened in awe, as his thumb scraped over a glistening pearl of moisture gathered at the tip. Marty jerked and bit his lip harder, rocking his hips up even faster. Doc's finger's smeared another large drop of precum, soon followed by another, then another before the lines in the youth's body tensed, trembling.

Marty's mouth dropped open in a low cry as his back arched, the string of milky pearls melting into a hot stream, painting over the older man's tight fist. A shudder wracked the scientist's frame and his pants grew even tighter as he watched Marty climax. So quickly... he spent himself so quickly. Unbelievable.

Panting slightly from the aftershocks, Marty licked his dry lips and exhaled shakily, watching Doc's awestruck expression. A dull flush of embarrassment flared in his face as he licked his lips again.

"Sorry Doc. Didn't mean to, so fast you know."

The older man shook his head quickly and pulled his hand back, looking down at it before looking back at Marty.

"Don't apologize. I... wanted to see."

Marty ran a hand through his hair and smiled a little, sitting upright and staring at his friend. He remained quiet but he saw the discomfort on Doc's face. Smirking a little, he sidled forward and dipped a hand to squeeze at the front of his slacks. Doc jerked and sat down properly on the mattress. The chill in the room hadn't entirely dissipated, but the heater was rapidly changing that fact. Marty scooted closer and kissed the corner of his friend's lips before unfastening his slacks again.

"Marty, what-?"

"No sweat, Doc. I can do this..."

Doc frowned and chewed on his lip as he stared down at the younger one, shivering again as the hands delved under his pants and boxers to expose him entirely. A ball of shattered nerves and panic bounced around his insides at random as Marty stared down at him before leaning close and parting his lips.

"What are you- agh!"

Cursing in a harsh language the boy wouldn't understand, the older man wound his fingers in Marty's hair and forced himself to remain perfectly still. God, the boy was...

Marty pulled his mouth away for a moment and looked up with a little smirk, petting his friend's thigh soothingly.

"Alright?"

Doc gritted his teeth and stared down at Marty in shock.

"Where... did you learn this?"

A shrug and the younger one flushed a little guiltily.

"I didn't... I'm just... playing this one out by ear."

Grinning a little sheepishly, Marty returned his mouth to it's previous task and Doc bit his lip hard, shivering as the rain pelted the windows. A tight, low hiss escaped his mouth as the younger man flicked his tongue just so, causing his fingers to spasm in his hair. His hips twitched and he quickly forced himself to remain perfectly still. God, he was dreaming... he had to be dreaming...

Teeth scraped over hot, sensitive flesh and Doc yelped, muffling it with his hand as Marty pulled away quickly, eyes wide and wet lips spilling apologies for the mistake.

"Oh God, Doc, I'm sorry, I-"

He never finished as the older man shook his head quickly and placed his fingers over the boy's lips, trying to even out his breathing.

"You do know... that you don't have to do anything for me..."

Marty frowned and scooted forward, pressing Doc against the headboard of the bed as he pressed his lips to his friend's neck again.

"Shut up, Doc."

Sighing softly, the older man wrapped an arm around Marty's waist and pulled him close, jerking with a gasp as the boy wrapped his palm around his erection and squeezed. Marty flushed dully as he rose to full arousal for the second time in the past half hour. Doc gave a rather shaky, crooked grin and rubbed his thumb across the head of the younger man's reawakened arousal.

Marty bucked his hips with a choked little sound and tightened his grip as well, rubbing firmly and tugging a similar sound from the other. Emmett bit his lip and let his head fall forward, tucking his face into the curve of the boy's neck and dragging him even closer with the arm around his naked waist.

Thunder boomed outside and rattled the windows again, causing them both to jump against each other and cling tighter. Marty gave a shallow gasp and caught Doc's sweater in his mouth, biting down on the soft material and still failing to smother the small noise he made as he flooded the elder's hand for the second time that night.

Taken by surprise at the hot wetness in his palm and the way the younger man shivered against him, hand tightening around him, Doc clamped his mouth shut and clamped his arm tighter around Marty's waist and spent himself soon after, panting hotly against the curve of his neck.

Heavy rain hissed on the roof and pelted the windows as they sat there, shivering in the chill of the room and curled up tight around each other, not daring to move or speak, lest the events of the last hour fall into perspective and the other grew distraught. One hand slipped tentatively across the small of Marty's back and stroked the skin cautiously. Marty sighed and nestled closer, attempting to cover them both back up with the rumpled covers.

"Marty..."

Doc paused and worried his bottom lip with his teeth, unsure of what to say next. He had no clue what to say... did he really have to say anything? He didn't know. So strange, actually not knowing how to go about doing something... it wasn't a feeling the scientist ever thought he'd get used to.

"You're alright...with all this?"

He frowned and stared up at his friend drowsily, warm and comfortable right where he was.

"Yeah... it's... more than alright."

Releasing a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, Doc pressed his lips against his young companion's shoulder and shook his head with a sheepish laugh.

"You do know... that nobody should know anything about this, right? The-"

"Consequences could be disastrous, you don't have to tell me, Doc."

Marty grinned up at at Doc and wriggled against him to get more comfortable, gripping Doc by his wild silver hair and dragging him down for another of those kisses that intoxicated him so. The scientist looked down at him in mock surprise when they broke away, feeling the most content he'd probably ever been in his life.

"And I don't give a damn either..."

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