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works/4766024.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Avengers
  Relationship:
      Noh-Varr/Tommy_Shepherd
  Character:
      Noh-Varr, Tommy_Shepherd, kate_and_billy_just_briefly_mentioned
  Additional Tags:
      commitment_issues, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Happy_Ending, Blow_Jobs,
      noh_varr_has_that_saliva_thing_but_i_dont_talk_about_it_but_anyway, not
      really_explicitly_underage, but_i_was_thinking_that_time_frame_so_id_that
      bugs_u_just_fyi_i_guess, enough_talking_to_myself_in_the_tags_now
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-09 Words: 1139
****** Outrun the Sun ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Tommy doesn't do slow, he doesn't do feelings, and he definitely
     doesn't do "strings-attached." This is just... Angsty porn? Porngst?
     Heavy on the -ngst?
Notes
     I don't even know what happened, but this is just angsty porn.
     Porngst? (Oops? You're welcome? You decide!)
     I actually toyed with the title "At your leisure" for this, but then
     i decided I'd probably write a more PWP-like fic with that title in
     the future. Because the world always needs more fic of these dorks.
     Seriously though, there is not enough Nohmmy fic in the world. This
     is my tiny contribution to this rather tenuous little ship. Hope you
     enjoy!
     　
　
Tommy never slowed down. Partly beacuse his powers, obviously, really just
didn't allow for such a thing, and most were content to accept that surface
explanation and leave him to his abnormally fast-paced business. It was true,
no doubt. He did everything faster than average, right down to his very
thoughts, but there was another reason he was always on the move that he didn't
really care to share or dwell on- again, dwelling, not really his speed, so to
speak. If he kept his mind moving, he didn't have to face the past coming after
him, drowning him with inky black dreams, thoughts so slow and still and ever-
present that he could never outrun them, no matter how fast he went.
Tommy laughed too loudly and ate messily and made a lot of noise and was gone
in two blinks of an eye and was never in one place too long, bevause places
meant stillness and stillness meant strings and strings meant that there was an
attachment that could be severed, and he never wanted to feel the pain of those
strings tearing, so he just avoided the strings altogether. If he ever stopped
to dwell on those thoughts, reflect for a second, he might realize that was a
bit unhealthy.
Billy knew, a little, being his twin, but he had enough of his own shit to
worry about. Didn't everyone?
Theoretically, Noh-Varr and he should have kept their distance like repelling
magnets, but that wasn't the case. They butted heads a little, openly, brash
and loud and alien (one literally, one figuratively enough to be so,) and they
clashed until there was a spark there. It had taken solitude, without the rest
of the team, but their anger came to the surfcae like bubbles bursting or lava
turning to magma, with all the cooling that came with that analogy, of course.
They'd had sex, fast like everything Tommy did, angry and there were no
strings, and Tommy thought that if he told himself that enough times then it
might become true. He didn't admit that Noh maybe, maybe made him slow to what
felt like an incredible heartshattering crawl, or at leats that's how it felt
ccomparitively. There was a tangle of strings like spiderwebs before Tommy
could blink and run away from the beating of Noh's heart.
It happened a few more times like that, slower and slower until Tommy felt he
was going to melt. The fifth time, in the old lair, alone, sprawled across the
bed, hearts pounding like drums, Noh slung an arm heavy with afterglow over
Tommy's midriff, pinning him in a way that Tommy found scarily comfortable, and
suddenly he knew there were strings and he hated to admit it but he was fucking
terrified.
They spent more time together, too, outside of the bedroom (or kitchen, or
living room, or all those other places that would give Kate a heart attack and
cause her to buy boxes and boxes of Lysol wipes,) and Tommy was forced to admit
to himself how much he genuinely enjoyed being around Noh-Varr. This attachment
scared him. He needn't have worried, and Noh tried to reassure him without
coming out and saying so.
Tommy had come over, as usual, and Noh kissed him upon entering. This was new,
in a way. Normally their tongues pressed hard against each other's, all biting
teeth and feral and fast, fast, fast and dirty and no feeling there, and that
was safe, that was no strings. This was slow and sweet and languid. Noh-Varr
took Tommy's face in his hands, softly, running his thumb over Tommy's jawline,
causing him to shudder as their lips brushed so gently it was almost chaste.
Noh ran a hand through Tommy's hair, the other trailing down over his spine
delicately. Tommy shivered.
They made it to the bedroom, with Noh leading the way, trailing Tommy- holding
his hand- as he stared into his eyes, making Tommy tremble with emotion.
I don't want to leave, his mind screamed, almost like the speedster was two
entities- why do you always make me leave? he thought, angry with himself,
hating it.
Noh-Varr laid him down on the bed gently, on his back, kissing him on the neck,
the jawline, the collarbones, hands meandering through Tommy's silver hair and
trailing over his body, idle, loitering.
Tommy felt everything in every particle of his being, from the white-lightning
trail that Noh's fingers left over his chest to his minty breath in his ear,
whispering soemthing in Kree that may or may not have been intended to be
heard.
Tommy got overwhlemed easily by certain sensations, due to his powers, making
him experince everything through a concentrated lense, pain and pleasure
reverberating through every fiber of his being to his core until he was shaking
with it.
Noh was slow, languid in taking off Tommy's clothes, and Tommy was paralyzed.
They fell to the floor in a pile, where Noh kicked them out of the way
gracefully, leaving Tommy on the bed, completely nude, an expanse of pale
flesh. Noh-Varr's tongue traced his jawline, collarbones, hipbones. He trailed
kisses along his thighs, expertly avoiding Tommy's erection, going so slowly
that Tommy thought he might explode with the anticipation of it.
This isn't what they normally did was Tommy's last semi-coherent thought as
Noh's aphrodisiac mouth finally, finally found his cock. Tommy was too busy
fisting the bedsheets, squriming under the slow, deliberate ministrations of
Noh's tongue on the head of his dick to even notice, much less process, that
the other was still fully clothed and didn't seem perturbed by the fact at all.
Noh swirled his tongue around the head of Tommy's cock before bobbing his head
a few times, and Tommy would have been embarrassed at how soon he came, but he
did everything fast, and he was too fucked-out by Noh's talented tongue to feel
much of anything except a tingling in every pore for a few moments.
Noh smiled down at him before crawling up next to him on the expanse of white
sheets, pressing his lips and teeth into Tommy's neck.
"Please don't leave," he breathed, and there was hesitation there, something
hopeful and unsure.
Tommy stilled, breathing paused for a second as he took in the words before
letting his muscles relax again.
"I won't leave," Tommy breathed, a promise he actually intended to keep,
surprised at himself.
Don't run from this, don't... he repeated to himself, as Noh tenderly stroked
his thigh, the other hand in his hair, curled around the speedster like a
security blanket, smiling to himself.
Why would I want to run from this? Tommy thought through his haze, before he
let his eyes fall shut and spun into sleep, surrounded by Noh-Varr's heat,
knowing he was safe there.
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