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What A Guy, part 2
Title: What A Guy, part 2
Pairings: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: M (18+)
Notes: I don't own Red Dwarf, yadda yadda.
Summary: Picks up where part 1 left off. Rimmer is convinced that Lister is in love with Ace, not him. But is that really the way it is?
Warnings: Oh no, my first actual Red Dwarf porn! Beware, there be mansex ahead!
Lister saw the lights switch off as he started down the hallway toward his quarters, and felt a smile cross his lips. Rimmer must have heard him coming.
He was still there. This was actually happening! “Pinch me, I’m dreamin’,” Lister said to himself.
Upon entering the room, he faintly made out the image of Rimmer laying on his bed…still fully clothed, Lister realized. Well, now was the time to take care of that little problem, Lister thought cheerfully to himself. He only had a towel round his waist, so it only seemed fair that Rimmer would have to shed some clothes as well.
“Hope I didn’t take too long,” Lister said, crossing the short distance to his bed and sitting beside Rimmer.
No response. Had he fallen asleep in such a short time? “Rimmer?”
Rimmer flinched slightly at the mention of his name. “What, not ‘Ace’?” he thought bitterly to himself, rolling onto his side away from Lister.
Lister paused for a moment; maybe Rimmer really had fallen asleep! “Can’t have that…not when this is finally happening,” Lister thought to himself.
Leaning over, Lister touched his lips to the side of Rimmer’s neck. He was faintly aware of an almost startled-sounding gasp before a small moan of pleasure replaced it. He heard Rimmer’s body move slightly, closer to him, before lips brushed his own in an almost nervous manner.
Relieved to see that Rimmer wasn’t having second thoughts, Lister leaned further into the kiss, sucking gently on Rimmer’s lower lip as he ran his fingers across the hologram’s chest. He’d apparently abandoned his jacket, Lister realized, feeling only a thin T-shirt beneath his fingers. Lister fumbled with the shirt, pulling it up enough to run his hands possessively over Rimmer’s bare skin.
Rimmer’s mouth fell open in a silent “o”, his expelled breath tickling Lister’s cheek before they fell on one another, their lips locked in an almost frenzied urgency. Lister slid a hand up to grab a fistful of silky hair…
…and, to his surprise, he found Rimmer’s short, wavy locks.
Lister drew back in surprise, managing to splutter out, “Lights!”
The lights came on to reveal the usual Rimmer, eyes wide as dinner plates as his chest heaved to draw in air he’d been denied during their kissing frenzy.
“When…when did this happen?” Lister asked.
A multitude of emotions crossed Rimmer’s face, before finally choosing to settle on anger. “When? What what? When did your wet-dream-come-true mate Ace up and leave? What, did you expect me to not come back at all? Sorry to inconvenience you, miladdio, but you’re stuck with plain old me.”
Lister looked guilty and almost ashamed, and Rimmer pushed himself up to a sitting position. “You never felt that way for me. It was all for…for him. Mr. Perfect Ace, sex on legs, am I right? So sorry that my unforeseen sudden return ruined your plans.” Rimmer reached back for his jacket, pushing past Lister to get to his feet. “I’ll just be on my way, then.”
“Rimmer, wait…”
Rimmer paused for a moment, fretting at his lip. God, he wanted to leave, he should leave, Lister didn’t want him at all! But…damn it…his feet refused to move. “What?” he demanded, hating how his voice quivered ever so slightly.
“I’m sorry…I overreacted a bit, yeah? You just surprised me, I didn’t expect you…” Lister trailed off, his face a jumbled mask of emotions.
Rimmer turned, staring at Lister in what he hoped looked like anger. “Well, I’m who you’re stuck with, bucko. Like it or not. I’m not…him…Ace…even though now, I wish I was.”
There. It’d been said. It was out in the open, and Rimmer watched Lister’s face flick through surprise, disbelief, and a few more emotions he couldn’t quite place, before the younger man’s eyes turned down to stare at the floor.
“If you’d let me finish the sentence…I didn’t expect you back so soon. I mean, yeah, ‘Ace’ was the one who started this, but deep down, it was you. Part of you that broke through the cowardice and took a chance. He said it…but I wanted to hear it from you. I wanted it all to be you. That’s why I was so startled…I thought I was dreamin’.”
Rimmer’s hand clenched and unclenched slowly as Lister finished speaking. “You…you’re just saying this…because…you…” Smeg, he couldn’t even come up with a convincing argument!
Lister rose and strode over to Rimmer and, for the second time that day, thumped his finger against Rimmer’s chest, his time causing the hologram to flinch slightly. “You are so smegging thick, you just can’t accept that something good is happening to you. D’you want it dumbed down, then? I. Love. You. Rimmer. Ok?”
Rimmer stood silently for several moments, his eyes not leaving Lister’s, until he called, “Lights out.”
They stood in silence for several minutes, neither of them daring to speak, before Rimmer’s tiny voice asked, “Do you really mean it? You’re not going to pretend I’m Ace, then?”
“What d’you mean, pretend you’re him?”
Rimmer cleared his throat, feeling the color rise in his cheeks and suddenly thankful for the lack of light in the room. “Well…that is…when we…that is, if…I mean, if you wanted to…”
“Go back to what we were doing before, pretend there were no interruptions, and let things go as they will?” Lister asked.
Rimmer hesitated for a moment before finally answering, “Yes, but only if you want to. If you don’t, I’ll leave…”
“Rimmer?”
“Yes?”
“Will you shut the smeg up?”
Rimmer’s mouth snapped closed, ending any further questions he may have had. Now he’d done it, he’d made Lister cross; surely now he’d be sent on his way to wonder exactly what he’d said or done wrong.
His eyes followed Lister’s silhouette as he stepped around him, then pressed a button beside the doorway. The door slid closed, enveloping the room in complete pitch darkness.
Rimmer felt his heartbeat slowly speed up as he tried in vain to see through the darkness. “Er…Listy? Are you all right?” he asked, suddenly feeling quite vulnerable.
It was at that moment that he felt Lister’s arms slide around his waist, the younger man’s body pressing against his back.
Even though he was still fully clothed, Rimmer could feel that Lister no longer sported the towel around his waist. Leaving him quite…
Oh, dear. There was a naked Lister pressed against him, and as soon as Rimmer realized this, his pants suddenly felt rather…constricted. And it didn’t help matters any when he felt Lister’s fingers on his waistband, fumbling with the zipper.
“Turn ‘round,” Lister whispered. Rimmer obeyed all too happily, hoping this meant that he’d get to taste Lister’s lips again, that spicy flavor with a faint underlying sweetness that he knew he was already addicted to.
“Back up…slowly now,” Lister instructed, his hands still resting lightly on Rimmer’s hips. “Stop. Now sit down.”
“On…the floor?” Rimmer asked in a slightly breathless voice.
“No, the bed’s right behind you.”
Rimmer shivered involuntarily as he followed Lister’s instructions. He scooted back onto the bed, kicking his boots off as he did so. “Done this before, have you?” he asked.
“I just know this room like the back of me hand. Useful for such occasions…”
Then conversation ceased as those spicy-sweet lips descended on Rimmer’s once again. Hands were on him, tugging him round to lay properly on the bed, then Lister’s body was atop him, legs straddling his waist. This wasn’t helping his pants feel any less tight, Rimmer realized, feeling his erection straining against the material, pressing against Lister’s buttocks.
Lister yanked Rimmer’s T-shirt up and off with such force, Rimmer decided that he wouldn’t be at all surprised if it turned out to be ripped.
But that was something to think about later.
Right now, there were just hands, hands roaming freely over every inch of bare skin. Lister’s weight shifted to the right, his weight moving from atop Rimmer’s body, but those hands, god, they were everywhere, unfastening Rimmer’s trousers enough to delve inside and caress…
Rimmer moaned into Lister’s mouth, his body simultaneously squirming, but arching upward into Lister’s touch. Their lips broke contact as Lister began to run his hand up and down Rimmer’s length. “Oh, yesss…ah…no…Listy, stop…stop it…you’re going to…”
With a shudder and a whimper, Rimmer came; only then did he realize that his fingernails had been biting into the skin on Lister’s shoulder. It took some effort for him to let go, and Lister winced once contact was broken.
Lister moved away from him, and Rimmer was suddenly afraid. Had he hurt Lister badly? Had he come too soon? Too hard? Was he not big enough? His mind raced with worry as he began to sit up.
Lister’s hand pressed against his chest, easing him back once again, kissing him gently. Rimmer’s ears barely registered a dull popping noise nearby, as Lister’s hand lightly traced down his chest, across his hips and to his thigh, which he coaxed up a bit. Then he felt fingers, moist fingers moving quite close to…
Rimmer broke free and scrambled back a few inches. “What are you doing?” he asked in what he thought was a perfectly calm voice.
“Tryin’ to get you ready,” Lister replied.
“Ready? What f—“
Realization struck, and Rimmer reckoned his face was so red, it should be glowing. “Oh. Oh. Right…”
“Rimmer, just calm down and relax.”
“I am! I am relaxed!” Rimmer argued in what would have been a perfectly believable tone, had his voice not been shaking.
“No, you’re not.”
“Have you done this before, then?”
A snort. “Don’t be daft, man.”
“So I’m trusting a total gimboid, then, who can’t even tell a calm man when he sees one.”
“Arn.”
Rimmer’s mouth hung open like a fish out of water. Had Lister ever—seriously—called him by his first name?
“If you don’t relax, this isn’t going to work. God knows I want this to happen, but…I don’t want to hurt ya, man.”
Rimmer was quiet, chewing on his lip.
“Arn?”
“I’m…a bit nervous,” Rimmer admitted.
That reassuring grin would have been wonderful to see right then, Rimmer thought to himself. Instead, he felt Lister’s hand on his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. “All you have to do is tell me to stop if anything bothers you.”
Rimmer hesitated, then nodded. Then, realizing Lister couldn’t see in the darkness, he laid back, pulling the younger man down beside him. “I’ll be fine, Listy.”
He felt Lister draw close. “Remember. Think calm thoughts,” he suggested.
Oh, easy for him to say, Rimmer thought. He was a constant worrywart, and now he had to relax? He felt Lister’s length brush against him, and thought about exactly what he was planning on doing with it. He shivered, and Lister paused. “Relax, Arn…just relax…”
Rimmer closed his eyes. “Calm thoughts…relax, relax…” he chanted in his mind.
Oddly enough, he thought back to when they were trapped on the Psi Moon. Rimmer knew his crewmates were lying, but…when Lister had said, “I love ya, man…”
He felt Lister’s hands, one on his arm, running up and down in a reassuring manner, the other whispering across his inner thigh.
He remembered how his heart had skipped a beat when Lister had placed a hand on his knee. A touch…after over 3 million years, contact at last! He hadn’t been ready to admit at that point that he felt something other than friendship toward his crewmate, and chalked his giddy feelings to having experienced actual physical contact after so long.
Lister was mildly concerned, or puzzled, to say the least. He’d expected some kind of reaction from Rimmer, even if he really was relaxed, but…
He remembered when Legion had altered his light bee to project him as hard light. The first thing he’d done was touch Lister’s shoulder as he’d excitedly asked, “I can touch? I can feel?” And Lister had reached out to poke him gently in the ribs, almost as shocked as he was…their eyes had met for a brief second, and Rimmer could have sworn he’d seen something in their murky brown depths, but he just couldn’t identify it. Till now.
Why had they waited so bloody long?
“Dave…”
Lister started, surprised. “You ok, Arn?”
Rimmer reached up and pulled Lister closer, leaning in so close that his breath tickled the younger man’s ear.
“I love you, Dave…”
Lister’s eyes went wide momentarily. He’d wanted to hear Rimmer say those very words for so long, and now that he had, he was almost certain that he must be dreaming. But it was real, Lister realized, as Rimmer whispered pleas into his ear, his body lifting to press against him.
It was too much to endure, and even though Lister wanted to pound Rimmer until he was a quivering mass of jelly, he swore he’d keep his wits about him.
Even promising himself this, Lister was almost clumsy as he hurried to readjust their bodies. His hands finally rested on Rimmer’s hips, and with one swift movement, he thrusted in.
Rimmer’s arms found their way around him, clinging for dear life, his nails digging into Lister’s flesh. His soft moans found their way to Lister’s ears, as well as his quiet pleas of “harder” and “faster”.
Ultimately, right before he climaxed, Lister realized he’d completely forgotten his promise to himself.
They laid beside one another for some time, all sprawled limbs and sweaty skin. Eventually, their hands sought one another out, and they drew each other close, holding on tightly as if they were suddenly fearful of separation.
“You never called me Dave before,” Lister said some time later.
Rimmer opened eyes heavy with fatigue and smiled at nothing in particular. “And you’ve never called me anything besides bonehead or smeghead,” he stated.
Lister yawned, closing his eyes. In a few moments, he was snoring softly.
Strangely enough, Rimmer suddenly didn’t feel tired at all. In fact…
He leaned in and nipped at Lister’s ear, hearing the younger man wake with a grumbled protest.
“Who said you could go to sleep?” Rimmer stated, feeling an evil grin tug at the corners of his mouth.
The End
Pairings: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: M (18+)
Notes: I don't own Red Dwarf, yadda yadda.
Summary: Picks up where part 1 left off. Rimmer is convinced that Lister is in love with Ace, not him. But is that really the way it is?
Warnings: Oh no, my first actual Red Dwarf porn! Beware, there be mansex ahead!
Lister saw the lights switch off as he started down the hallway toward his quarters, and felt a smile cross his lips. Rimmer must have heard him coming.
He was still there. This was actually happening! “Pinch me, I’m dreamin’,” Lister said to himself.
Upon entering the room, he faintly made out the image of Rimmer laying on his bed…still fully clothed, Lister realized. Well, now was the time to take care of that little problem, Lister thought cheerfully to himself. He only had a towel round his waist, so it only seemed fair that Rimmer would have to shed some clothes as well.
“Hope I didn’t take too long,” Lister said, crossing the short distance to his bed and sitting beside Rimmer.
No response. Had he fallen asleep in such a short time? “Rimmer?”
Rimmer flinched slightly at the mention of his name. “What, not ‘Ace’?” he thought bitterly to himself, rolling onto his side away from Lister.
Lister paused for a moment; maybe Rimmer really had fallen asleep! “Can’t have that…not when this is finally happening,” Lister thought to himself.
Leaning over, Lister touched his lips to the side of Rimmer’s neck. He was faintly aware of an almost startled-sounding gasp before a small moan of pleasure replaced it. He heard Rimmer’s body move slightly, closer to him, before lips brushed his own in an almost nervous manner.
Relieved to see that Rimmer wasn’t having second thoughts, Lister leaned further into the kiss, sucking gently on Rimmer’s lower lip as he ran his fingers across the hologram’s chest. He’d apparently abandoned his jacket, Lister realized, feeling only a thin T-shirt beneath his fingers. Lister fumbled with the shirt, pulling it up enough to run his hands possessively over Rimmer’s bare skin.
Rimmer’s mouth fell open in a silent “o”, his expelled breath tickling Lister’s cheek before they fell on one another, their lips locked in an almost frenzied urgency. Lister slid a hand up to grab a fistful of silky hair…
…and, to his surprise, he found Rimmer’s short, wavy locks.
Lister drew back in surprise, managing to splutter out, “Lights!”
The lights came on to reveal the usual Rimmer, eyes wide as dinner plates as his chest heaved to draw in air he’d been denied during their kissing frenzy.
“When…when did this happen?” Lister asked.
A multitude of emotions crossed Rimmer’s face, before finally choosing to settle on anger. “When? What what? When did your wet-dream-come-true mate Ace up and leave? What, did you expect me to not come back at all? Sorry to inconvenience you, miladdio, but you’re stuck with plain old me.”
Lister looked guilty and almost ashamed, and Rimmer pushed himself up to a sitting position. “You never felt that way for me. It was all for…for him. Mr. Perfect Ace, sex on legs, am I right? So sorry that my unforeseen sudden return ruined your plans.” Rimmer reached back for his jacket, pushing past Lister to get to his feet. “I’ll just be on my way, then.”
“Rimmer, wait…”
Rimmer paused for a moment, fretting at his lip. God, he wanted to leave, he should leave, Lister didn’t want him at all! But…damn it…his feet refused to move. “What?” he demanded, hating how his voice quivered ever so slightly.
“I’m sorry…I overreacted a bit, yeah? You just surprised me, I didn’t expect you…” Lister trailed off, his face a jumbled mask of emotions.
Rimmer turned, staring at Lister in what he hoped looked like anger. “Well, I’m who you’re stuck with, bucko. Like it or not. I’m not…him…Ace…even though now, I wish I was.”
There. It’d been said. It was out in the open, and Rimmer watched Lister’s face flick through surprise, disbelief, and a few more emotions he couldn’t quite place, before the younger man’s eyes turned down to stare at the floor.
“If you’d let me finish the sentence…I didn’t expect you back so soon. I mean, yeah, ‘Ace’ was the one who started this, but deep down, it was you. Part of you that broke through the cowardice and took a chance. He said it…but I wanted to hear it from you. I wanted it all to be you. That’s why I was so startled…I thought I was dreamin’.”
Rimmer’s hand clenched and unclenched slowly as Lister finished speaking. “You…you’re just saying this…because…you…” Smeg, he couldn’t even come up with a convincing argument!
Lister rose and strode over to Rimmer and, for the second time that day, thumped his finger against Rimmer’s chest, his time causing the hologram to flinch slightly. “You are so smegging thick, you just can’t accept that something good is happening to you. D’you want it dumbed down, then? I. Love. You. Rimmer. Ok?”
Rimmer stood silently for several moments, his eyes not leaving Lister’s, until he called, “Lights out.”
They stood in silence for several minutes, neither of them daring to speak, before Rimmer’s tiny voice asked, “Do you really mean it? You’re not going to pretend I’m Ace, then?”
“What d’you mean, pretend you’re him?”
Rimmer cleared his throat, feeling the color rise in his cheeks and suddenly thankful for the lack of light in the room. “Well…that is…when we…that is, if…I mean, if you wanted to…”
“Go back to what we were doing before, pretend there were no interruptions, and let things go as they will?” Lister asked.
Rimmer hesitated for a moment before finally answering, “Yes, but only if you want to. If you don’t, I’ll leave…”
“Rimmer?”
“Yes?”
“Will you shut the smeg up?”
Rimmer’s mouth snapped closed, ending any further questions he may have had. Now he’d done it, he’d made Lister cross; surely now he’d be sent on his way to wonder exactly what he’d said or done wrong.
His eyes followed Lister’s silhouette as he stepped around him, then pressed a button beside the doorway. The door slid closed, enveloping the room in complete pitch darkness.
Rimmer felt his heartbeat slowly speed up as he tried in vain to see through the darkness. “Er…Listy? Are you all right?” he asked, suddenly feeling quite vulnerable.
It was at that moment that he felt Lister’s arms slide around his waist, the younger man’s body pressing against his back.
Even though he was still fully clothed, Rimmer could feel that Lister no longer sported the towel around his waist. Leaving him quite…
Oh, dear. There was a naked Lister pressed against him, and as soon as Rimmer realized this, his pants suddenly felt rather…constricted. And it didn’t help matters any when he felt Lister’s fingers on his waistband, fumbling with the zipper.
“Turn ‘round,” Lister whispered. Rimmer obeyed all too happily, hoping this meant that he’d get to taste Lister’s lips again, that spicy flavor with a faint underlying sweetness that he knew he was already addicted to.
“Back up…slowly now,” Lister instructed, his hands still resting lightly on Rimmer’s hips. “Stop. Now sit down.”
“On…the floor?” Rimmer asked in a slightly breathless voice.
“No, the bed’s right behind you.”
Rimmer shivered involuntarily as he followed Lister’s instructions. He scooted back onto the bed, kicking his boots off as he did so. “Done this before, have you?” he asked.
“I just know this room like the back of me hand. Useful for such occasions…”
Then conversation ceased as those spicy-sweet lips descended on Rimmer’s once again. Hands were on him, tugging him round to lay properly on the bed, then Lister’s body was atop him, legs straddling his waist. This wasn’t helping his pants feel any less tight, Rimmer realized, feeling his erection straining against the material, pressing against Lister’s buttocks.
Lister yanked Rimmer’s T-shirt up and off with such force, Rimmer decided that he wouldn’t be at all surprised if it turned out to be ripped.
But that was something to think about later.
Right now, there were just hands, hands roaming freely over every inch of bare skin. Lister’s weight shifted to the right, his weight moving from atop Rimmer’s body, but those hands, god, they were everywhere, unfastening Rimmer’s trousers enough to delve inside and caress…
Rimmer moaned into Lister’s mouth, his body simultaneously squirming, but arching upward into Lister’s touch. Their lips broke contact as Lister began to run his hand up and down Rimmer’s length. “Oh, yesss…ah…no…Listy, stop…stop it…you’re going to…”
With a shudder and a whimper, Rimmer came; only then did he realize that his fingernails had been biting into the skin on Lister’s shoulder. It took some effort for him to let go, and Lister winced once contact was broken.
Lister moved away from him, and Rimmer was suddenly afraid. Had he hurt Lister badly? Had he come too soon? Too hard? Was he not big enough? His mind raced with worry as he began to sit up.
Lister’s hand pressed against his chest, easing him back once again, kissing him gently. Rimmer’s ears barely registered a dull popping noise nearby, as Lister’s hand lightly traced down his chest, across his hips and to his thigh, which he coaxed up a bit. Then he felt fingers, moist fingers moving quite close to…
Rimmer broke free and scrambled back a few inches. “What are you doing?” he asked in what he thought was a perfectly calm voice.
“Tryin’ to get you ready,” Lister replied.
“Ready? What f—“
Realization struck, and Rimmer reckoned his face was so red, it should be glowing. “Oh. Oh. Right…”
“Rimmer, just calm down and relax.”
“I am! I am relaxed!” Rimmer argued in what would have been a perfectly believable tone, had his voice not been shaking.
“No, you’re not.”
“Have you done this before, then?”
A snort. “Don’t be daft, man.”
“So I’m trusting a total gimboid, then, who can’t even tell a calm man when he sees one.”
“Arn.”
Rimmer’s mouth hung open like a fish out of water. Had Lister ever—seriously—called him by his first name?
“If you don’t relax, this isn’t going to work. God knows I want this to happen, but…I don’t want to hurt ya, man.”
Rimmer was quiet, chewing on his lip.
“Arn?”
“I’m…a bit nervous,” Rimmer admitted.
That reassuring grin would have been wonderful to see right then, Rimmer thought to himself. Instead, he felt Lister’s hand on his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. “All you have to do is tell me to stop if anything bothers you.”
Rimmer hesitated, then nodded. Then, realizing Lister couldn’t see in the darkness, he laid back, pulling the younger man down beside him. “I’ll be fine, Listy.”
He felt Lister draw close. “Remember. Think calm thoughts,” he suggested.
Oh, easy for him to say, Rimmer thought. He was a constant worrywart, and now he had to relax? He felt Lister’s length brush against him, and thought about exactly what he was planning on doing with it. He shivered, and Lister paused. “Relax, Arn…just relax…”
Rimmer closed his eyes. “Calm thoughts…relax, relax…” he chanted in his mind.
Oddly enough, he thought back to when they were trapped on the Psi Moon. Rimmer knew his crewmates were lying, but…when Lister had said, “I love ya, man…”
He felt Lister’s hands, one on his arm, running up and down in a reassuring manner, the other whispering across his inner thigh.
He remembered how his heart had skipped a beat when Lister had placed a hand on his knee. A touch…after over 3 million years, contact at last! He hadn’t been ready to admit at that point that he felt something other than friendship toward his crewmate, and chalked his giddy feelings to having experienced actual physical contact after so long.
Lister was mildly concerned, or puzzled, to say the least. He’d expected some kind of reaction from Rimmer, even if he really was relaxed, but…
He remembered when Legion had altered his light bee to project him as hard light. The first thing he’d done was touch Lister’s shoulder as he’d excitedly asked, “I can touch? I can feel?” And Lister had reached out to poke him gently in the ribs, almost as shocked as he was…their eyes had met for a brief second, and Rimmer could have sworn he’d seen something in their murky brown depths, but he just couldn’t identify it. Till now.
Why had they waited so bloody long?
“Dave…”
Lister started, surprised. “You ok, Arn?”
Rimmer reached up and pulled Lister closer, leaning in so close that his breath tickled the younger man’s ear.
“I love you, Dave…”
Lister’s eyes went wide momentarily. He’d wanted to hear Rimmer say those very words for so long, and now that he had, he was almost certain that he must be dreaming. But it was real, Lister realized, as Rimmer whispered pleas into his ear, his body lifting to press against him.
It was too much to endure, and even though Lister wanted to pound Rimmer until he was a quivering mass of jelly, he swore he’d keep his wits about him.
Even promising himself this, Lister was almost clumsy as he hurried to readjust their bodies. His hands finally rested on Rimmer’s hips, and with one swift movement, he thrusted in.
Rimmer’s arms found their way around him, clinging for dear life, his nails digging into Lister’s flesh. His soft moans found their way to Lister’s ears, as well as his quiet pleas of “harder” and “faster”.
Ultimately, right before he climaxed, Lister realized he’d completely forgotten his promise to himself.
They laid beside one another for some time, all sprawled limbs and sweaty skin. Eventually, their hands sought one another out, and they drew each other close, holding on tightly as if they were suddenly fearful of separation.
“You never called me Dave before,” Lister said some time later.
Rimmer opened eyes heavy with fatigue and smiled at nothing in particular. “And you’ve never called me anything besides bonehead or smeghead,” he stated.
Lister yawned, closing his eyes. In a few moments, he was snoring softly.
Strangely enough, Rimmer suddenly didn’t feel tired at all. In fact…
He leaned in and nipped at Lister’s ear, hearing the younger man wake with a grumbled protest.
“Who said you could go to sleep?” Rimmer stated, feeling an evil grin tug at the corners of his mouth.
The End
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I really like your Lister. He's so real, and honest, and sweet. And your Rimmer is snarky and vulnerable at the same time. This is excellent writing, very tender and evocative.
The only concrit I have is that it perhaps got a little rushed near the end. I'm not entirely convinced Rimmer would be that comfortable with the whole situation that quickly. Then again, he does have his Ace-personality's memories... though that doesn't seem to have helped him in canon.
Anyway, lovely work; hope to see more!
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Oooh Lovely
Though, Rimmer called Lister "Dave" In Marooned when Lister tries to tell him about the chest he says something along the lines of "Is this about the dog food? Don't worry about it Dave"
Which..really totally cute.
I LOOOVED This fic! There's not enough Happy not angsty Listy and Rimsy together fics
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