Never Enough... [TinCan AU]

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"You don't want to belong to me,
Cause freedom feels better..."

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The dark room was comforting. Can watched the shadow of the tree outside his window.

The smell of tobacco was heavy in the air. The scent was familiar by now but it still made Can itchy. He turned his head to see the tip of the cigarette burn in the dark, he could almost figure out the curve of the man's lips that held the filter leisurely.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not smoke when you are here?" Can said, by now it was just a routine question.

The man turned his head, long, manicured fingers plucking the cigarette off those shaped lips as he leaned down. Can arched up in reflex, welcoming those warm lips on his, opening his mouth to that coiling smoke.

The kiss lasted as long as Can could hold in the smoke, letting it pass through his nostrils as his fingers grasped those silky strands of hair on the man's nape.

He whined as he felt fingers teasing his already sensitive nipples, rolling them between those expert fingers.

"Tin, stop it!" Can whimpered, "I can't go again."

Tin reached over the bedside table, smashing the cigarette in the ashtray and pulling out another packet of condom, "let's see, shall we?"

Can watched in the faint moonlight, his eyes focused on the figure that rose upon him. Those fingers worked in silence as the condom went on that erection.

A sigh escaped Can's mouth as he felt the tip nudging him open, familiar pressure rolled his stomach as he opened his knees for the man to hold him.

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The mattress was still warm. Can rubbed his face against the pillow where he could still smell the faint scent of the man's shampoo. Maybe he had just left.

With a content sigh Can sat up, feeling the familiar aches in his joints and muscles protesting as he stretched.

The first thing he did was check his mobile to see his sister's message, "can you bring me some files from my house? Call me asap."

Can frowned, dialling the number.

The ring went on until he heard the fretting voice of his sister, "Can, there are two files on my bed in my flat. One is blue with red stripes and the other one is black. Bring them to me as fast as you can, please?"

Can smiled at his sister, "why are you huffing so much? Is everything alright?"

Ley was shouting at someone on the line, probably dissing them for their mediocre work.

"Nothing is alright, Tin wants to see the annual reports and we still have to chart the hotels and restaurants. Can you imagine? The man came into the office just now and ordered us for the results. Could have told me last night at least!"

Can smiled down at the floor, watching the crack on the tiles, "uh, huh. What an asshole."

Ley snorted, "asshole alright. I'll throw the incomplete reports at his face if he frets more. Just do what I said, please? Do you have any shooting to do today?"

Can shrugged, looking at the clock on his bedside table, "It's fine. I have an invitation for dinner so until then I am home. I will be there. No worries."