Title: No Smoke Without Fire (Part 17 of 17)
Rating: NC17 (this part)
Summary: Written for the prompt of "Athos rescues Porthos from a burning building. Porthos is so grateful that he's driving Athos mad." Modern AU.
By the weekend Athos was recovered enough to be up and about, and insisted on driving them out to look at the house. It was blackened and filthy, barriered off with crime scene tape, but at least still standing. They stood in the road looking up at it and Porthos put his arm around Athos' waist.
"I'm sorry about your house," he said quietly.
Athos slipped his own arm around Porthos, and leaned into him. "It's not as bad as it looks," he said. "They tell me the structure's fine. It's mostly cosmetic. They put it out before it could do too much damage."
The fire investigation team had also found remains of Charon's timing device in the wreckage, and it looked like he wouldn't be on the streets again for some time to come.
Porthos had gone looking for Flea, partly to see if she was okay and partly to see if he could convince her to give evidence, but the squat was cleared out and nobody knew where she'd gone. Porthos suspected she'd done a bunk with Charon's payoff money, and privately wished her well.
Now, he hugged Athos to him, wondering how he must feel. "Be good as new in no time," Porthos told him reassuringly, but Athos shook his head.
"I think I'll sell it," he said to Porthos' surprise.
"But it's your home?"
Athos sighed. "Been rattling around in there by myself for too long, it's not healthy." He looked at Porthos and smiled. "I think I'll buy somewhere in the centre. Nearer to the fire house."
"Oh. Okay." Porthos nodded, thinking it would certainly be nice to have Athos closer.
Athos hesitated. "I was thinking - you could - maybe move in with me?"
Porthos was startled, then gave an awkward laugh. "Don't think I could afford the bills on the kind've place you'd be looking at."
"I didn't say you'd have to."
Porthos smiled at him patiently. "I won't sponge off you Athos. Leave me some pride, eh?"
Athos frowned and pulled him round until they were facing each other, kissing him softly. "You could always pay me in cake," he murmured.
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Porthos grinned, kissing him back, and pressing his face into Athos' hair as he held him close. He could think of nothing nicer than to live with Athos, and wondered if he should just give in. Principles could be overrated.
"Say yes," Athos murmured, apparently reading his mind.
Porthos pulled back and looked at him with a sigh. "Alright. On one condition," he added.
"You withdraw all objections to me joining the fire brigade." Porthos tried to look stern, but it was undermined by the fact he kept breaking into a smile every time he looked at Athos. "Someone needs to keep an eye on you, after all."
Athos looked amused. "Alright."
"What? Really?" Porthos was wrongfooted, having expected Athos to argue.
"Yeah. Why not. If you're going to insist on running into burning buildings on my behalf, you might as well have the training," Athos smiled.
"You bastard. You were going to agree to that anyway, weren't you?"
Athos' smile widened. "Might have been."
They laughed, winding closer together and kissing each other again fondly. Porthos noticed a curtain twitch in one of the nearby houses, and snorted.
"I think your neighbours are watching us."
"I'd rather fuck you." Porthos captured his mouth in a deep and intimate display of feeling.
"Kiss me like that again, we're going to get arrested for lewd behaviour in a public place," Athos murmured, half-laughing and breathless.
"Are you hard?" Porthos asked him in an undertone, smiling against his lips.
Athos nodded. "You?"
Porthos smirked. "Constantly." He looked around, as if suddenly realising exactly how overlooked they were here. "We could go back to the flat?"
"Not sure I can wait that long," Athos told him. "Got an idea though. Come with me."
He lead Porthos back to the car and drove a few minutes further out. Abruptly the suburbs dropped away and they were driving down a tree-lined lane. Athos took a couple more turnings and pulled into a trackway leading into a small wood. He turned the engine off and looked at Porthos. "Private enough for you?"
"Local dogging spot?" Porthos grinned, but he was already unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for Athos.
For a while they necked like a couple of teenagers, hungry for each other's mouths. Porthos worked Athos' fly open and promptly bent over his lap, sucking him with undisguised pleasure in between trying to massage his own aching erection through his jeans.
He sat up, lips slick and breathing hard, and Athos kissed him.
"Don't suppose you've got a condom on you?" Porthos asked, sounding rather strained.
"Might be some in the glovebox," Athos said. He'd chucked a bag of supplies in there when they'd first come to the house, but it had turned out Porthos was carrying too and they hadn't needed them.
Porthos fumbled the compartment open and gave a yelp of triumph as he found both condoms and lube.
"Will you fuck me?" he asked hopefully. In answer Athos kissed him again, open mouthed and desperate, nodding against his lips and they scrambled awkwardly into the back.
Porthos worked his jeans and pants down around his knees and got on all fours across the seat, his cock slapping up against his stomach with every movement. Athos watched him with an amused and possessive wonder, hardly able to credit how gloriously blatant and trusting Porthos was. He ached with love and pride and lust for him, and wasted no time in pulling down his own clothing enough to free his rigid cock.
Since their reconciliation they hadn't had sex, not properly. They'd made each other come, with gentle touches and words of love, but that had been more about reassurance, about reaffirming their closeness. They hadn't truly screwed, and by now they were oh so ready.
Athos hurriedly rolled on a condom and went to work with a palmful of lube, slicking himself up quickly before paying rather more attention to Porthos, working one, two, three fingers slowly inside him until he was shaking with need and arousal.
"Please Athos," Porthos begged, trying to wank himself off with one hand without losing his balance. "Please."
Athos lined up behind him and pushed in with a single long, smooth thrust. Porthos gave a throaty groan of delight as Athos filled him deeper and deeper until he could feel Athos' thighs pressed against his buttocks.
"Fuck." Porthos bowed his head, propping himself up on both elbows as Athos starting pounding him in earnest. It was cramped in the back seat, and at one point Porthos banged his head on the door handle, but every thrust, every moan, every hot, sticky, shuddering second felt like the sweetest they'd ever spent.
Athos ran his hands over Porthos' hips, pushing his shirt up out of the way and sliding a hand round in front of him to grasp his cock, pulling him off with short rough strokes as he fucked him. Porthos practically whimpered his approval, pushing back onto Athos, driving him deeper and making him groan from the sensations.
After what felt like both a blissful eternity and entirely too soon, Porthos could feel his climax building. Athos was still working him closer with every stroke, fingers warm and firm around his cock as he filled him over and over, making him see stars. Eventually Porthos couldn't hold back a second longer, and with a blithe disregard for his surroundings came all over the back seat with a loud and heartfelt groan.
The feeling of Porthos shaking in orgasm was enough to make Athos follow suit, and he bent forward over Porthos' back with a satisfied sigh of completion. For a moment they didn't move, but stayed locked together recovering their breath, Athos' arms wrapped securely around Porthos' waist. Then they carefully disentangled themselves and slumped together on the seat, trying to pull up their trousers in the sudden recollection that they were actually doing this in public in broad daylight.
Porthos suddenly gave a laugh and looked guiltily at Athos.
"I appear to have spunked all over your upholstery," Porthos confessed with a grin.
Athos leaned against him sleepily and smiled. "Kinky."
Porthos snorted. "Don't you fall asleep on me. You've got to drive us back into town yet."
"Not my fault if you wear me out," Athos yawned, and Porthos kissed him fondly.
"Let's go home and go to bed."
"I'm not that tired," Athos laughed, and Porthos grinned at him meaningfully.
"Who said anything about sleeping?"
A couple of weeks later, Athos took Porthos along to view a potential apartment. To his surprise it was on the first floor over a bakery, and as they stood looking up from the street below Porthos side-eyed Athos with a cautious suspicion. Now he came to think about it Athos had been acting nervous all morning.
"So, the first thing I should probably say is that it comes as a package with the retail unit." Athos sneaked a look at Porthos to gauge his reaction. "Good price, actually." He bit his thumbnail, then took the plunge. "How would you feel about it?"
Porthos stared at him. "Athos - I don't know anything about running a business?" he stammered.
Athos shrugged. "I do. Wouldn't expect you to run the place on your own." He gave a sudden smile. "Just - you know. Fill it. What do you say?"
Porthos looked from him to the bakery frontage and back again. It was what he'd dreamed of in idle fantasy moments, but to be offered it on a plate, and expected to make his mind up there and then was overwhelming.
"You can't just buy a shop for me," he said gruffly.
"Technically, I can," Athos said offhandedly. "I mean - it was for sale. It's not like I made a hostile take-over or something."
"What do you mean 'was' for sale?" Porthos asked suspiciously. Athos immediately looked shifty and he groaned. "You've actually gone and bought it haven't you?"
"Possibly," Athos admitted.
"What happens if I say no?"
"Then I'm fucked," said Athos cheerfully.
Porthos stared at him frustratedly. "You can't just make sweeping decisions on someone's life without asking them first."
Athos looked suitably abashed. "You're right. I apologise. I'll sell it on, and we'll look at something else."
"Look - wait - I'm not saying no, okay, I'm just making a point here."
"Point taken." Athos looked sideways at him. "So was that a yes then?"
Porthos glared at him, realising Athos had just called his bluff. "Fine. Yes. You're insane, but yes."
Athos smiled at him then with a definite streak of amusement, and Porthos pulled him into his arms with a growl. "Don't look at me like that," he complained.
"Like you know perfectly well you've got me twisted round your little fucking finger."
"Have I?" Athos smiled, and kissed him.
"Honestly?" Porthos looked into his eyes and smiled back helplessly. "There's no place I'd rather be."