Liberate

Title: Liberate

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, nor the movie or the book or anything else. I own you, though. (Ok, no I don’t.)

Warnings: If the idea of two men thinking not-so-platonically about each other bothers you, please leave.

Author’s notes: This story was written quite possibly over a year ago, but I never had the balls to actually send it somewhere until now… A big thank you to my good friend Siarra, who corrected my many mistakes in this story and figured out an appropriate title for it. Go read her stories, they’re under the name Fenris Mourningstar. …Also, this is my first time using HTML coding, so if I fucked it up… oops.
Also, compliments are my crack, but feel free to tell me if you didn't like something about this.

”Do you know what this means?”
The phone line cracked a little. He stared into the plain yard outside the house. The dull light of the afternoon.
”No, what does it mean?”
”It means it was homemade.”
Who would want to blow up his condo?
”I’m sorry, this is just coming as quite a shock to me, sir…”
A bird flew by and sat on a wooden fence.
”See, whoever set this homemade dynamite could’ve blown out your pilot light days before the actual explosion. The gas was just a detonator.”
”Who would do such a thing?” He kept his eyes on the broken window glass on the house next to this one.
” I’ll ask the questions.”
He felt someone moving behind his back. Tyler. With his stupid pale pink bath robe.
”Tell him. Tell him that the liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception.”
Tyler was breathing down his neck, his voice as harsh as ever. Palm on his shoulder. A second of hesitation.
”Excuse me, are you there?”
”No, I am listening, it’s just a little hard to know what to make of all this.”
Tyler sniggered, lowering his hand down his chest. He turned to look at him questioningly. Tyler just kept smiling.
”Have you recently made enemies with anyone who might have access to homemade dynamite?”
”Enemies?” Tyler, maybe. Now he held both his hands on the sides of his pelvis, right hand going lower still. He looked at Tyler, couldn’t believe what he was doing. Tyler didn’t even look back at him, just went about with his normal, powerful tone. Palm rubbing his thigh…
”Reject the base of the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possession!”
He yelped as Tyler suddenly cupped his hand on his awakening arousal. Damned physics. He cursed himself for even paying attention to Tyler’s presence.
”Son, this is serious.”
Trying to push Tyler out of his mind, his hand from where it ground his flesh and his teeth and lips from his neck.
”Yes, I know it’s serious.”
Tyler’s left hand on his abdominals.
”I mean that.”
”Yes, it’s very serious.” Ignoring Tyler’s arms around him, keeping him in place while he slipped his hand inside his pants. ”Look, nobody takes this more seriously (gasp) than me, that condo was my life. Ok? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was me.” I’d like to thank the Academy.
Tyler had wrapped his fingers around him and started smearing the tip with his thumb.
”Is this not a good time for you?”
He couldn’t utter one word. Partly from fear, and partly from bliss he tried to keep quiet. Tyler started pumping his hand up and down.
”Just tell him you fucking did it. Tell him you blew it all up, that’s what he wants to hear.”
Still somewhat worried about the whole situation he decided to let it continue. Tyler increased his speed, and gripped him more tightly. He had to keep quiet although he could barely muster it.
”Are you still there?”
Barely suppressing a moan, he managed:
”…Are you saying that I’m a suspect?”
Tyler kept kneading him, with all the more increasing speed. It was difficult not to breathe heavily on the phone.
”No, no, I may need to talk to you a little further so how about just let me know if you’re gonna leave town. Ok?”
”Ok…”
And finally he could slam the receiver down, letting out a low, continuous moan. Tyler pressed his own body against his back and found his nipple in the undershirt. He began bucking his hips in the hand.
It didn’t take too long for him to cum. Tyler turned him around, brought his hand to his mouth and licked some of the white essence off, grinning at him.
”You have a lot to learn, Ikea boy.”