PSL post for daughterless

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[The NCR had sent Norman to the Vault because the area was surrounded by Fiends, and he was damn good at blending among the various "criminal" groups around the Mojave. No way an ordinary NCR trooper would be able to get inside without being attacked. And according to their intelligence, exactly what was inside was of such great importance that they couldn't possibly wait to go after it just in case Caesar's Legion got wind of it and acted first. Norman was searching for a box of special bottles that appeared to be beer or vodka bottles, but were actually filled with a chemical that, when introduced into a water supply, could spread a deadly bacteria that would wipe out anyone who drank the contaminated water for at least a month.

Unfortunately, finding the bottles was turning out to be far more difficult that Norman had anticipated. He'd gotten into the Vault in the first place by wearing old, torn and dirty clothes that could pass as those a typical raider or Fiend might wear. He'd even bought a few chems from them to help gain their trust (and to use them later, though he planned to tell the NCR that he'd disposed of them instead). The Vault seemed to be empty of Fiends, luckily, but he wasn't too optimistic that he wouldn't eventually run into ghouls or worse.

10mm pistol in hand, Norman opens the door to the Vault infirmary, hoping he might have some more luck locating the bottles in there.]

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[daughterless]

[The corner of his mouth twitches, but he tries to keep his face neutral, to hide the warring emotions in his chest. After... after his first relationship, after everything with Sarah, (Christ, it all seems so long ago, like something that had happened to a another man) Joel hadn't been one much for long term relationships, or long term anythings, really. Put too much of yourself in another person, and in the long run you'd always lose out.

Of all the people he'd encountered or run with over the years, he'd had maybe a handful of liaisons, one time or short term flings, all women, all of them as hardened and ruthless and gun shy of commitment as himself. That was always the understanding, when they'd reached for each other in the dead of night, wanting the warmth of another person, hands fumbling after the rush of battle-- I don't give a damn about you, not really, I don't give a damn if you live or die tomorrow, but all we have is the present and that's the only thing that matters. Sometimes that was true, and sometimes it was a damn lie; Joel grieved the end of those relationships in private, on his own time, and moved on because he couldn't do anything else.

But Norman isn't like that, for all that he's a soldier just the same, and with him, Joel doesn't-- doesn't know if they're on the same page, doesn't know if he can keep things separate like he had before.

But hell, he'd thought about it for long enough. He'd enjoyed that kiss, startling as it might have been, and as much as he might have tried to deny it, after that mess with the meds and getting patched up, he'd thought about more.]

It's just... [He stops, awkward again and unsure how to phrase it.] Ah, I ain't never...

[He can feel the flush beginning to spread over his face, and it takes deliberate effort not to pull away again in embarrassment. At least it doesn't sound like the other man is new to all of this. Fuck it. Just... fuck it.

Norman's moved slightly closer, expression uncertain, and Joel can feel the heat rising from his body, the spark between them. Joel isn't one much for words or for looking to the future; all he needs to do is survive, one day at a time. All they have is the present. He leans forward, closing the gap between them to press his mouth against Norman's.]

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[That much, Norman could've guessed easily. Joel's never been with another man before- most people he's met haven't. It's different, but when you get down to the basics, to the animal instincts, it's not all that dissimilar as most would think. It's still about pleasing your partner however you can, and trying to get the most out of it in return. It's still about caring for another person and wanting to show it, if you're that lucky.

When Joel leans in to initiate the kiss this time, hesitant as it is, Norman can also feel a heat surging through his body in contrast to the cool dessert air chilling their little hideout. His lips move against his companion's, exploring, in a way the kiss from before hadn't allowed.

He keeps it slow and careful for now, his hands reaching up to unbutton Joel's top in the meanwhile. Norman wants another look at his body, this time knowing he can feel the muscles without pretending his interest is merely medical.]

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[Norman is moving slow, like as not so he wouldn't spook him, but Joel's made up his mind and there's no room left in him for doubt or hesitation. He kisses Norman back fiercely, fingers sliding over the other man's cheek, along his jawline before burying in his hair, pulling the other man against him as he opens his mouth with a rush of warm breath.

He feels the other man working at the buttons of his shirt, tries to help him with his free hand by pulling the gun out of his shoulder holster and setting it with a clunk on the side table before he begins to shrug out of the holster itself (even now, especially now, he knows better than to be careless with his firearms). Shucking the straps off, he begins to tug at Norman's tattered jacket, pulling it off his shoulders.]

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[Norman lets out a sound of surprise into the kiss when Joel responds to his careful approach with rough eagerness, though he has absolutely no objections to being pulled closer and matching the other man's enthusiasm until it's close to what he'd done back in the train station.

With the two of them working together, they have Joel's shirt off soon enough, and Norman's jacket lying on the floor. His hands quickly find their way to the broad chest in front of him, slim fingers running over the bare skin, admiring the feel of his muscles and occasionally lingering over an old scar. For once if he's shaking a little, it has nothing to do with any withdrawal, and everything to do with the mixture of nervousness and excitement flowing through him. Joel's aggressiveness thankfully makes this easier for him; if he'd been hesitant too, Norman's attempts to start something might've fallen flat beneath his own self-doubt.]

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[Norman tastes like dust and metal and beneath that, something warm and sweet that lingers on his tongue. Breaking off the kiss, Joel begins to pull Norman's collar away from his neck, fumbling at the buttons at his throat-- and popping one right off on accident with a little hiss under his breath.]

Fuck. Sorry, I--

[He's distracted by the warmth of Norman's hands against his skin, letting out a low groan deep in his chest as his fingers skim over sensitive scar tissue -- a deep pockmark from a bullet wound just beneath his collarbone, a long pale scar from a knife across his sternum.]

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[He laughs quietly when the button pops off, then pulls his hands away from Joel's chest briefly to take care of the shirt himself much more quickly and neatly.]

Don't worry about it.

[The shirt soon joins his jacket on the ground, leaving his own chest bared to Joel's view now. He has a few nasty scars of his own, evidence of missions gone wrong or encounters with creatures while raiding vaults for the NCR. Otherwise he's pale and rather thin, having a build more expected of a spy than an ordinary soldier. If he weren't so eager to place his hands back on his companion's chest, he might take some time to feel self-conscious. Instead, he lets his hands wander once again, and leans back in for another kiss.]

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[Joel isn't one much for romantic notions or tender gestures; there's something a little like desperation in the way he kisses Norman-- hard, and just on this side of pain as he nips at his lower lip. He isn't sure if he's being too rough or not, if he should dial it back, but something not quite fear beats a frantic thrum in the back of his mind-- Nothing good ever keeps, nothing good ever lasts, best to wring every last drop that he can out of this, best not to expect anything more...

He leans into Norman's touch, feeling lust coiling hot and fierce in his veins as Joel slides his hands over the other man's shoulders, more tentative now, less certain of what he's doing as he kneads at lean muscle over bone with callused hands. Tracing the curve of his spine and the raised skin of scars as he runs his hands down Norman's back, Joel hesitates when his fingers brush the waistband of his pants, not sure where to go from here.]

[leanonstuff]

[If Joel weren't generally gruff most of the time, Norman might wonder why he's so rough now. As he is, it doesn't seem too surprising, and Norman is not at all taken aback by the less than gentle kisses. His other intimate encounters with men had been far from gentle, being with hardened gang members or raiders, and he knows Joel has lived a rough life. Of course, he has no idea about the doubts eating at his companion's mind, about the tragedy that haunts his past. If he did, then this would be all the more clear.

For awhile, Norman is happy enough to kiss and touch, the feeling of Joel's calloused hands on his bare skin warming him up and causing his cock to begin to stiffen in his pants. He feels the other man hesitate at the waistband of said pants, and decides to make it easier on him by unbuttoning them himself. Norman then pulls away from the kiss, reluctantly, and decides he should probably say something at this point.]

I guess we could both... take off our pants now. If you're sure about this.

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[All the same, Joel tries to-- pull back a little, not go overboard, trying to take a little more time to taste and touch and feel the press of Norman's body against him as heat pools in his groin. He hears the shuffle of fabric, and as Norman draws away from the kiss, he's left blinking, uncertain again.]

Uh, I guess... might as well. [He isn't, well, he isn't totally ignorant about how this sort of thing works. Hell, he'd been a raider once. Plenty of his fellows had had their own preferences-- men, women, brahmin, who the hell knew, and they didn't give a damn who saw them doing their business. But knowing in theory isn't the same actually doing the deed, and Joel temporarily shunts embarrassment to one side because he wants to be clear on this.] How far do you wanna take this?

[It's obvious that Norman's the more experienced of the two of them. Having initiated it, Joel doesn't mind if he continues to take the lead.]

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[Through the heat of the moment, Norman realizes he should have asked that very question. There's intimacy, and then there's going all the way. Probably, most likely, they should take this slow. At least, that's what Norman's instinct says when dealing with someone who's never been with a man before, and someone whom he actually likes. Of course, Boulder City isn't far now, and if Joel does decide to ditch him there, he won't have another chance. That doesn't mean he can't still do the right thing.]

We can stick to hands. Or if you wanted... I could use my mouth. [That isn't something he's done all that often, but now isn't like those other times. He wants Joel to feel good, and... maybe it's also about giving him incentive to stick around. He isn't really sure still. If nothing else, it's easier to just shrug it off as a base, physical attraction and leave it at that. Easier when he doesn't know if he'll be left on his own in just a few short days.]

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[The thought of Norman going down on him sends a hot spike of arousal down his spine. The bulge of his erection presses against his pants and Joel's voice comes out low and hoarse with arousal.]

I-- Alright. [I'd like that, he almost says, but doesn't think he can quite get the words out without turning red again. It's stupid, ain't like he's some blushing virgin doing it for the first time. He can-- he does appreciate Norman taking it slow, making sure he's on board every step of the way, but Joel isn't one much for words, and this is probably more talking than he'd ever done before sex.

In the past it was usually just-- a touch here, sidelong glances across the room before they found some private place and the clothes came off, doing whatever felt good in the heat of the moment. And hell, maybe that'll work just fine here. Joel finds himself leaning forward, wanting to show Norman what he can't quite bring himself to say-- I want you.

Reaching out to tilt Norman's head forward, Joel doesn't go for another kiss, instead pressing his mouth to the curve of his jaw, tracing a long wet line down his companion's neck. At the same time, he tugs down on on Norman's pants with his other hand, finger's sliding under the waistband, thumb tracing down the line of his hip.]

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[Norman expected another kiss, and is pleasantly surprised when the other man goes for his neck instead. Joel may be able to feel his quickened pulse beneath his lips, his own arousal spreading hotly through his body at the simple act.

It has been a very long time since he's done this, and he can't remember a time when he's found his partner this attractive. It's doing a number on him, so Norman is more than happy to reach down and work on removing his pants, lifting his hips as he pulls them down and out of the way so he can free his stiffening length and give Joel better access to explore.

Once his own pants are out of the way, Norman's hands wander to the waistband of Joel's in return, fingers working open the button but going no further for the moment.]

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[A brief moment of hesitation as he feels Norman's fingers on his pants, then Joel follows his lead, working jeans and boxers over his hips and leaving them in a crumpled heap on the side of the bed.

He wants to explore, to learn the lines and planes of the other man's body under his hands. Joel runs a hand down the pale skin of Norman's thigh, letting it rest on his knee as he presses a kiss against the join of neck and shoulder, feels his beard scrape against skin as he ducks his head lower to nip lightly at Norman's collarbone. Against all odds, they're still alive, both of them, and that seems to Joel to be something worth celebrating.]

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[With Joel completely naked before him, Norman lets his eyes roam freely over his body, clearly appreciative of what he's seeing. Some of his view is blocked by the other man's head as he presses kisses to his skin and even adds some teeth, a move which draws a sounds of approval from him.

And then Norman is hit by the sly desire to give Joel the first taste of what it feels like to be truly intimate with another man. Kissing and touches here and there are one thing, what he has in mind is another.

While his companion is distracted offering him that pleasant attention, Norman reaches a hand down and curls his fingers around Joel's length, giving it a few firm strokes.]

[daughterless]

[Joel is still focused on touching and tasting him, biting gently, and then, with Norman's little sounds of pleasure in his ears, not so gently at his neck and shoulder, never quite breaking skin. Some primal, possessive part of him enjoys it all the more for the neat half-circle marks he leaves on his companion's pale body. Joel leans in, almost close enough to press his chest against him when he feels Norman's hand on his cock and he nearly chokes, fingers tightening on the other man's thighs as the air is forced out of his lungs in a low hiss of pleasure.]

Shit-- [He leans into the other man's grip, breathing ragged. Damn, that had felt good, and it's been so fucking long...] Don't stop.

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[The bites start to border on painful, but Norman never complains, not when he finally has Joel to himself (at least for the moment). And he feels a sharp, deep surge of arousal at his companion's reaction to his hand on his length; that harsh breathing, that request to keep going. He is more than happy to oblige.]

I wasn't planning on it.

[But he does lighten his grip slightly so that he doesn't accidentally finish Joel off too quickly. It's been awhile for both of them, and he wants it to last as long as possible. For now, his fingers slide from the shaft to the head, his thumb occasionally rubbing teasingly over the tip. There really is something incredibly satisfying about hearing Joel's heavy breathing in response to his attentions.]

[daughterless]

[As Norman moves his hand over his cock with light, teasing strokes, Joel leaves off the biting with a low moan to rest his head in the crook of the other man's neck, panting softly.

Their position is a little awkward-- facing each other, knees touching, and with a sigh, Joel lets himself lean into Norman, relaxing the usual line of tight tension in his shoulders. He's not used to letting other people take charge, to put himself in their hands; his hands twitch slightly, fidgeting. He's tempted to-- to pull the other man into his lap, maybe, or press him down onto the mattress. Instead, he keeps himself occupied, letting his hands wander down Norman's sides, and then the sharp line of his hip (god, it's a wonder that the other man would even want him, scarred and weathered bastard that he is), tentatively moving over his groin and wrapping callused fingers around his erection-- wanting to return the favor, to touch and be touched in turn]