[AU OOM] Gym. (Warning for explicit content.)

[stuck_mynock]

Atton is in the gym, in a grey tank top and shorts, wailing on a punching bag with considerable vehemence.

The vehemence most likely isn't really anger, per se - more just enthusiasm combined with another sort of frustration stemming from being away from the bar for several months.

Either way, he's been there long enough that he's literally dripping with sweat: His hair is stuck flat to his head, his clothes are soaked through and clinging to him, it's flying off in droplets every time he makes a sharp movement.

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[necessary_child]

Sam snorts, sliding an arm around Atton in return.

"Oh, shut up, twonk," he says, and leans up to kiss him.

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Atton lets Sam kiss him without reciprocating.

Then: "I'm not a twonk, wanker."

He leans down, kissing Sam with bruising force.

[necessary_child]

Sam twists his fingers through Atton's sweat-slick hair and kisses back, almost as hard. The force of Atton's kiss provokes a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan, one that it's almost impossible to read as complaint.

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Atton lets out a low growl in response, pushing his tongue past Sam's lips, one hand slipping downwards to squeeze his rear.

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Sam grins behind the kiss, back arching to push his body against Atton's and his fingers curling and recurling as they slide through Atton's hair.

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Atton grinds his hips against Sam's, before eventually breaking the kiss with a grin.

[necessary_child]

Sam looks up at him, smiling faintly, and keeps his fingers curled into Atton's hair.

"Hey, git."

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"Hey, ugly," Atton replies, lifting one hand to push Sam's coat off.

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Sam laughs, moving his arms to allow Atton to complete the action. "Hate you."

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"Hate you too, gorgeous," Atton grins, untangling from Sam to head to a nearby room. "And I'm disgusting right now, so I'm going to hit the showers. Coming?"

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"You are deeply disgusting," Sam agrees cheerfully. "But I suppose I'll let you drag me along."

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Atton laughed, crossing into the locker room and its line of showers and stripping, before stepping into a stream of hot water and sticking his tongue out at Sam.

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Sam, for once, does not rise to facepulling. What he does instead is to keep eye-contact with Atton as he very, very slowly peels off his t-shirt. It's hard to take off shoes and socks in an interesting way but off they come, to be followed (once again, meltingly slowly) by trousers ... and boxers.

Call it a different form of retaliation.

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Atton whimpers slightly, watching Sam slowly peel off his clothes, cock stiffening between his legs.

"Force, you're gorgeous."

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Sam has the temerity to look ... well, almost innocent.

"Me?"

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Atton grins at him, raising one hand to use the Force to try to pull him close.

[necessary_child]

He smirks, partially resisting. But only partially.

Agreeably, "That's cheating."

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Atton steps forward the rest of the way, settling his hands on Sam's hips.

Brightly: "I never said I was going to play fair, y'know."

He kissed Sam again, with the same bruising force.

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Sam's hands go to Atton's neck and chin, stroking their lines with confident fingers.

"Bad boy," he murmurs, breaking the kiss for a second before renewing it.

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Atton laughs into the kiss, one hand sliding down to Sam's rear to squeeze it, before he breaks the kiss, moving his mouth to Sam's neck.

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Sam leans back against the cool walls of the showers, pushing slightly against Atton's hands. He laughs a little too, soaking hair flopping into his eyes.

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Atton pushes him up against the walls, biting down on his neck - not too painfully hard, but not gentle either, and enough to leave a mark.

[necessary_child]

It makes him hiss between his teeth, but it can't wipe the faint smile from his features. Sam tips his head back a little, pushing his hips against Atton's insistently.

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Atton growls against Sam's neck, before giving it a long lick and kissing up again until he reaches Sam's lips, grinding his hips against Sam's.

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Sam makes a low sound of wanting, pushing back against Atton as he kisses him hungrily.