Title: Every Spark of Hope [Galo/Lio]
Rating/Warnings: R
Summary: Galo and Lio make the most of their 48 hours off. (unfinished)
AN: Written for Shiritori. so hey here’s the start of the Galo/Lio porn that I’ve been anxious to start!
Every Spark of Hope
“We’re going to make the most of it!” Galo insisted, hands on his hips, when Remi and Varys made a bet in the locker room over whether Lio and Galo would set one foot outside of Galo’s bedroom during their Ignis-mandated 48 hours off. “We have awesome plans!”
“Doing it on the couch doesn’t count as leaving the bedroom, just to specify my bet,” Remi said, crossing his arms. Varys opened his mouth, then closed it, nodding.
“HEY,” Galo bellowed as they shook on it.
“Galo!” Lio announced his presence in the doorway, arms crossed, expression commanding even though he was all but drowning in an oversized Burning Rescue jacket. “What’s taking so long?”
“I’m ready!” Galo said quickly, scooping up his shirt off the bench and slamming his locker shut. He patted down his pockets. “Wait, where’re my—”
Wordlessly Lio held up Galo’s keys, twirling them around his pointer finger before catching them in his palm. He turned on his heel, calling, “Let’s go already!” over his shoulder without looking back to see if Galo was following.
Of course Galo was following, falling into step beside Lio before he was even halfway through the garage.
“They were betting on us again,” Galo complained, trying to yank his shirt over his head and wincing as the tag caught on the back of his hair spikes.
“Hm,” Lio said, unbothered, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Shame Remi keeps taking Varys’ money like that.”
“Lio!” Galo exclaimed, a blush creeping over just his nose.
Lio blinked up at him, keeping his face innocent. “What? Didn’t you say we had awesome plans?” Now the blush was getting darker, and Lio really had to get them on the motorcycle before they didn’t even make it out of the garage. He dodged Galo’s grab for his waist with a neat sidestep. “Galo Thymos, if you don’t keep your hands to yourself and get your cute butt onto the motorcycle, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“Yes, sir!” Galo answered cheerfully, jogging ahead like an over-excited golden retriever let off the leash. Not that he could do much when he got to his motorcycle first, since Lio still had the keys.
Lio didn’t especially feel that he had to keep his hands to himself on the ride home. As a result, Galo had barely thrown the kickstand down before he had Lio tossed over his shoulder and was marching him inside the apartment building. It would have been very masculine and romantic if they hadn’t ended up in the elevator with Galo’s elderly neighbor lady from down the hall.
“Any exciting weekend plans, dear?” she asked, chit-chatting as if there were nothing strange at all about her neighbor carrying his roommate like a sack of groceries.
“Um, maybe a few,” Galo muttered, blush spreading everywhere at this point, while Lio shook with helpless laughter against his shoulder.
Even if all their neighbors knew what they were up to, it didn’t stop them from peeling off each other’s clothes as soon as Galo hip-checked the door shut, Lio sliding down off Galo’s shoulder only far enough to wrap legs around his waist and kiss him hungrily. Galo’s hands slid across Lio’s back, under his thighs, huge and hot.
“More,” Lio muttered against Galo’s mouth, luxuriating in the heat that rolled off Galo when he was into it, and Lio hadn’t found anything yet that Galo wasn’t into when it was between the two of them. Lio tipped his head back so that Galo would press teeth against the hollow of his throat. He wound fingers tighter and tighter in Galo’s hair until Galo was groaning against his skin. “More.”
That’s how Lio always felt with Galo pressed tight against him, a ceaseless soft chant of more more more in the back of his skull while Galo drove the rest of his brain to static. There was so much of Galo, the weight of him pressing Lio into the mattress and the loudness of his voice against Lio’s ear, and still Lio wanted more, demanded it in low groans and nails dragged down Galo’s back.
Lio had come twice before Galo shuddered himself out, collapsing on top of Lio like the world’s heaviest, most comfortable blanket. Face buried in the curve of Lio’s neck, Galo muttered a question about whether Lio was ok that was missing half the words.
“Mmhmm.” Lio watched the ceiling through heavy-lidded eyes, catching his breath. He felt pleasantly heavy and sticky, content to drift for the moment even though he still felt the want of again and more in the back of his mind.
Galo shifted, most of his body weight still thrown over Lio possessively, but enough to get his head on the pillow so that Lio could look at him if he turned his head. “Do you think we’re doing it too much?” Galo asked. Lio felt Galo’s gaze almost like fingertips against his forehead, cheek, lips.
“Too much for who?” Lio asked lightly. Why on earth Galo asked him anything about being normal, Lio never knew. “Tired already?”
