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your word: stop treating me with those goddamned motherfucking kid gloves you’ve been wearing for the past months. Stop it,” he drew in a slow, shaky breath, “right now.”
    Matt’s eyes flicked downwards, then back up to Hooch’s face. “Okay…” His eyes drifted back down. “You can not be serious.” This directed at Hooch’s crotch.
    “Have I ever been not serious?” Hooch raised his eyebrows, cast a quick glance across the dusty and empty space, then stopped at one of the steel girders. “Fuck me, right there.” He nodded towards it, “and I’ll never mention rent again. I’m going batshit crazy, here. I need…damn, Matt, I’m going fucking insane when you treat me like I could fucking break. I don’t give a shit about rent, or rooms, or money or however the fuck I’m supposed to behave as part of a couple. I. Just. Want. You.”
    The very first thought, whether Hooch’s pelvis would be up to it, faded. Matt closed his dropped jaw, looking for a suitable place. “Fuck, if this is all it took to stop you acting like a spoilt brat, I should have done this weeks ago.”
    “Yeah, you should have,” Hooch murmured. He dropped the cane to the floor, kicked it aside as if discarding the past months, and started to move towards the steel girder. “Fuck the pelvis, fuck no lube, fuck everything, but fuck me. Now.”
    Matt glanced towards the girder. “Not there, it’ll leave marks you don’t want to explain to the medic.” He scanned about for an alternative, “the reception desk.” Already there, only a few feet away, and made of smooth carved wood. Bolted into the floor, it hadn’t been removed when the previous tenants had left, and was the perfect height.
    Hooch nodded, and steered them towards the desk instead. Only letting go of Matt when they reached it. He opened his fly and pushed down his black denims and briefs underneath. Impatient, when he turned around and bent over, bracing himself on the desk. Elbows on the hard surface, as far down as he could go.
    With fumbling fingers, Matt pushed Hooch’s jeans and briefs down further, before unzipping and shoving down his own. He cursed his suddenly dry mouth as he tried to get enough spit.
    Hooch craned his neck briefly, saw Matt floundering, and reached out to catch Matt’s hand. He couldn’t twist that far, but Matt got the picture and leaned forward, to have Hooch spit on his hand.
    Hooch spread his legs as far as he could, then braced himself for the onslaught that would be dry and painful. Deliciously, goddamned painful; tearing into him and casting away all the boredom, the pent-up energy, the badly ignored hatred of his body that had let him down and that wouldn’t allow him to be again who he’d always been. Reckless. Dangerous. Demanding, and…
    “Fuck!” Hooch groaned out, arms trembling on the desk, his shoulders so taut, he could feel the tension ripple down his spine, only to concentrate in the one point of his body, that was forced to open up.
    Matt’s breathing was harsh, sweat beaded his forehead, as he concentrated on forcing his entry. Discomfort for him, too, and how he relished Hooch’s surrender that was everything but. The way Hooch’s breath came whistling through clenched teeth, small, suppressed sounds that urged Matt on, that showed how much he wanted the pain, wanted every single ounce of strength Matt could give him, as he buried himself in Hooch’s ass.
    With the ever increasing thrusts, Hooch gasped out Matt’s name, forced him on, harder, no holding back. To make him forget the last months, and it was good, so goddamned good, that he pushed Matt’s hand away, as he tried to stroke his cock. He wanted to feel the pounding, the strength, the craved-for ache of Matt’s cock deep within his body.
    Hooch lost himself, forgot everything but the lust that kept spiraling higher the harder and faster Matt let loose. When Hooch came suddenly, bucking and crying out with relief, with pain, with everything