Moonlight Mile

Rating: R
Category: AU
Pairing(s): Toki/Skwisgaar
Warnings: Well… m/m sex… but that sorta goes without saying
Summary: Toki shares something with Skwisgaar.
Notes: For sphinx_the_minx for winning the Birthday Mathom Hunt! Personally I thought Mathoms were extinct, didn’t they die out after the Ice Age? Oh well.

This fic takes place after Seth’s wedding. I realize that not everyone agrees with my opinion that Toki is a total virgin, but that’s the impression I get. It’s also the opinion of my friend Maldy, who, after watching Dethwedding, declared that Toki was such a virgin that his underwear would be cleaner coming off than going on. And who am I to argue with She Who Ukefies?

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold,
With a head full of snow,
With a head full of snow.
In the window there's a face you know,
Don't the nights pass slow?
Don't the nights pass slow?

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind,
Just another mad mad day on the road.
I am just living to be dying by your side,
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road.

Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes,
Gonna warm my bones.
Gonna warm my bones.
I got silence on my radio,
Let the air waves flow,
Let the air waves flow.

Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies,
Just another mad mad day on the road.
My dreams is fading down the railway line,
I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road…
- The Rolling Stones, ‘Moonlight Mile’.

“Ev’rytimes we is goes anywhere, same story,” Skwisgaar grumbled as he half-carried Toki. “I ends up babies-sittings you while you is gets stinking falls-down drunk.”

Skwisgaar hauled Toki over to the bed and dropped him onto it with a thud. He sat down as Toki slowly hauled himself into a seated position, bleary and very, very drunk.

“Ah no ones makes you, you do its all on yous own.”

“And wheres woulds you be if I didn’ts? T’ink about it. Finds you face down deads in you own puke. What is beings wrong wit’ you?”

Toki sat, wavering. “I don’t know, I gots control issues.”

“Dat is under-skate-mints.”

Toki sighed quietly. “Boy Seth was really mads we gives him da blender.”

Skwisgaar snorted as he got Toki out of his suit jacket. “He gots whats he deserved. He spends Pickle’s money likes his own. Pickle say over six hundreds grand missing. Where is it goes? If was hookers she betters be mades of gold wit’ diamond tits.”

Toki made a face. “Don’t tink I’d wants to sleeps wit dat.”

Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow. “Me eithers, now dat I is thinkings ‘bout it.” He sighed. “What I ams goingks to dos wit’ you, Tokis?”

“I don’ts know, tries leavings me alone, see if dat works.”

Skwisgaar snorted. “You falls aparts wit’out me.”

Toki sat on the bed, head down, extremely drunk, the room around him lit only by the full moon shining through the sky lights. He felt Skwisgaar remove his tie, then reach down to take off the cummerbund.

“Dese real pretty. Charlies can sure finds nice tuxes,” said Toki. He raised his head and gazed at Skwisgaar. “You looks so pretty in it.”

Skwisgaar’s hackles went up. He didn’t like being called ‘pretty’, and if Toki next called him a lady then things were going to get heated. But after a few moments Skwisgaar realized Toki was simply paying him a compliment, and the claws and spines receded.

“You tinks?”

“Ja you’s… beautifuls. Shows off you blonde hair all pretty. You’s beautiful.”

Skwisgaar couldn’t help but wonder where this was going. He didn’t trust compliments at the best of times, but Toki was not known for his malice. Still… it was a little odd.

“Why you is tellings me all dis?”

Toki shrugged. “Too drunks to know betters?”

Skwisgaar made a quiet sound of amusement. “Ja dat I is buying.”

“Is nots so bads being really drunks once in a while. Gives you excuse to do t’ings yous normally wouldn’ts.”

“Likes what?”

“Well… likes dis.”

Toki reached up and gently undid the black silk tie from around Skwisgaar’s neck, removing it and setting it aside. He then undid the collar button, and parted the black fabric, revealing white skin. He leaned forward and softly kissed the pale flesh, parting his lips to taste it, trailing his tongue over the defined lines. He awaited the reaction; even as drunk as he was, Toki knew Skwisgaar had very definite ideas about what men could touch him, and how. Women could do what they liked with him. But Skwisgaar was a very defensive individual, and when it came to guys he liked to be the one on top. Toki fully expected to be thrown across the room, and was more than a little surprised when Skwisgaar simply put his head back and allowed him to kiss his throat. Toki gently nibbled it for a little while, then drew back.

“Didn’t t’inks you lets me do dat,” he admitted.

Skwisgaar shrugged. “I don’ts mind.”

“Is nots whats you said when Pickle’s friend tries it.”

Skwisgaar snorted with disdain. “Pickle’s friend needs to learns his manners, an’ some respects.”

That was it, Toki realized, that was the key. Skwisgaar knew Toki admired him. Toki would understand that having him was a privilege, and behave accordingly. To Pickles’ friend, Skwisgaar was just another pretty conquest. Toki kissed his neck again, gently slipping the jacket down over Skwisgaar’s shoulders.

“Always wants to do dis but was scareds. Now I just too drunks to cares.”

Skwisgaar allowed Toki to remove his jacket, then gently pushed him back, gazing into glazed blue eyes.

“Maybe we do dis another time.”

“Why?”

“I am t’inking you is nevers done dis before.”

Toki seemed puzzled. “What’s dat gots to do wit’ anyt’ing?”

“First time supposed to be special,” said Skwisgaar. “Supposed to be somet’ing you is rememberings forevers. Nots drunks in da tour bus.”

“Really? Is you remember your first time, Skwisgaar?”

Skwisgaar gazed back at him for a long time. “No,” he finally admitted. “Don’ts remember at all. Not where, or when, or who. Just… not’ing.”

Toki’s blue eyes were large, and they shimmered in the dim light. “Dat…. so sad!” He touched his face, then kissed him. “I share mines wit’ you, okay?”

“You sure you is wanting to?”

“I been wanting to since first sees you.”

Skwisgaar allowed Toki to gently push him down to the bed, relaxed and compliant. He gazed up at the skylights in the Dethbus’ ceiling, letting in the light of the full moon. It reflected off the few wispy clouds, turning them a spectral white, while the moon itself was haloed in blue, sending pale moonbeams into their room.

“But… you don’t want to wait, until maybe you is sober?”

“No,” said Toki quietly, running his hands over the long lean form before him. “Want you da way you is right now, all pretty in da moonlight, wearing da black suit. Just you an’ me.” He lowered his head to kiss his way down Skwisgaar’s lean body. Skwisgaar closed his eyes and smiled.

“Well dis won’ts take long,” he gently teased.

Toki glanced up at him. “Why you say dat?”

“You know when you get inside.”

“Insides where?”

“ME, dildos.”

“Oh. Will you be mads?”

“No. I won’ts mind.”

“Good, because I probablys be terrible first time.”

Skwisgaar closed his eyes, soft and compliant, letting himself be touched and explored. “Ev’ry bodies is, little Tokis.”

“Nots you. Maybe other peoples, buts not you. You t’ink Charlies terribles his first time?”

“Pfft. Probably hads flow-charts an’ time-lines.”

Toki laughed. “Dat’s brutal.”

He kissed Skwisgaar’s throat, then slowly undressed him, removing his clothing one piece at a time, savouring the experience, tossing the discarded items onto a chair until he had him naked, laid across the dark covers of the bed like a sculpture of ivory and gold. He kissed his throat again, then began moving down his body, his lips gently tickling as they were pressed to his flesh, leaving little heated spots that quickly cooled.

“Don’ts know what I’s doing,” he admitted quietly.

“Is okay. You figures it out.”

Skwisgaar lay on his back, eyes closed, letting Toki feel his way through his first time. Despite being drunk and inexperienced, not to mention mildly clumsy, Skwisgaar didn’t object to Toki’s caresses. He closed his eyes and relaxed, responding to the soft kisses but not really participating. He had a feeling this would be over in two minutes. No point getting himself frustrated.

After all, they could always do this again in the morning…

Alcohol does not make one graceful. Coupled with a total lack of experience, it does not make for soft, elegant love making. Still Skwisgaar was not quite prepared for Toki to more or less flop on top of him and penetrate in one movement. He yelped.

“Toki! You nots supposed… forgets it.” He rolled his eyes. “Shoulds have givens you directions, you nots supposeds to flops on peoples likes old mattress.” He winced as Toki clumsily thrust into him, incompetent but certainly enthusiastic. “Knew dis was coming. Aaaan’ so is you.” He sighed, amused as Toki shuddered inside of him, clutching him hard, spilling hot semen inside of him. Well he hadn’t expected Casanova, and he wasn’t disappointed. What he got was 100% Toki.

“Dat was quick,” he teased as Toki panted on top of him, shaking, his face against his throat.

“I tolds you I has control issues.” He raised his head and looked down into Skwisgaar’s eyes. “Is you fault for being so pretty anyway.”

Skwisgaar smiled. “Ja I takes blame for dat. Is curse.”

Toki kissed him softly, stroking the soft long hair. He seemed on the verge of saying something, when he passed out cold over top of him. Skwisgaar sighed.

“Ja, is what’s I expectings.” He kissed him softly, toying with the long brown hair. Then he pushed him off, the mattress bouncing as he hit. Skwisgaar pulled up the covers, then put an arm around him, resting his head on his chest.

“You sleeps, little Toki. In da morning I shows you how to do its right.”

Toki woke up just enough to put an arm around Skwisgaar, then slid into darkness once more. Skwisgaar lay, enjoying the peace. From Pickles’ compartment he could hear the faint sound of the Rolling Stones singing ‘Moonlight Mile,’ the quiet strains fitting the moment so perfectly as the bus drove on through the clear Wisconsin night. Skwisgaar toyed with Toki’s hair, then kissed him softly.

“I has to show you how to dos ev’ryt’ing, don’ts I? Is okay. We gets it right.” Then he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.