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David could hear the water running as he straightened out the bedsheets. Not bothered with the wrinkles as he flopped down onto the bed with a loud sigh.

It had been a long day; for him and Hartley both. The entirety of their evening had been spent taking turns ranting about every single wrong thing that could have happened to both of them that had occurred that day. 

Now he just had to wait for Hartley to finish up his bath so they could get into bed and he could hold him.

Half of Hartley's woes that he told him from his day consisted in him being The Pied Piper rather than Hartley Rathaway. Something that worried and stressed him out no matter how much he trusted and loved the other man.

The thing that in itself would have been impossible once upon a time.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Last thing he needed to think about after the day he had; he needed to relax.

His eyes wandered around their bedroom as he caught sight of the dark green suit accompanied by the lighter green cloak hanging in the closet. A utility belt strapped with a tuning fork and other things hung nearby on the back of a chair. He knew Hartley's flute was somewhere tucked in its case, waiting to be cleaned and tinkered with if Hartley hadn't already done so.

He'd seen all the old papers and news reports in storage at the precinct, along with memories of his own from that time. As far as costumes went over the years; between polkadot pyjamas, elf booties, and bright green thigh high boots; his current costume was the least boisterous of them all.

He'd like to say it was ridiculous, if he could lie to himself just a little and deny ever being attracted to The Pied Piper every time he saw him in the news. Much more if he wasn't engaged to be married to the fairytale turned man himself.

The polkadots were silly, the little cap he used to wear much more so. But… the deep v-neck shirt and thigh high boots on the other hand…

David looked towards the half ajar door as the water stopped running. He could feel his heart picking up along with the growing discomfort in his crotch.

Relaxing… right.

Hartley’s whole chest had been on display in that v-neck—nothing he was complaining about. And the way the boots hugged his legs, over his calves, along the crease of the backside of his knee with every movement he'd make, and snug and secure in place around his thighs. His hair normally would be loose and flowing just like his clothes; his figure hidden behind the extra long cloak he used to wear.

Would be lying again to say he hadn't once years before gotten off to the very image he was reminiscing about now.

But that one… his current Pied Piper outfit. Every inch of it fit snug to his body. Even with the loose tattered cloak; David could see the way it hugged every curve and dip of his body, even through the TV screen or miles away jumping off rooftops.

He let out a shaky breath, picked the hem of his shirt up and pressed his hand under the waistband of his pajama pants. The material pressed against his arm as he grabbed his dick in his hand, giving himself a few starting strokes as his mind wondered.

He helped him get into it once after a tough fight that had left him sore. Wasn't the first time he had helped Hartley get dressed, but it certainly was the first time he got him into the costume. Pulling the material up his legs and around his butt; his body pressed closed to his as he strapped his belt tight and yanked—

“Hey, baby, where's the—Oh.”

Crap.

His hand was out of his pants in a heartbeat as he jumped up. 

An amused smile shined at him from the doorway. “Don't stop on my account, David.”

David cleared his throat. He could feel his face heating up by the second. “What were you looking for?”

But Hartley didn't answer. Instead he stalked closer and sat down in front of him, lifting his chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Just a little.”

“You're adorable.” He muttered under his breath with a kiss to his warm cheek. “We've had sex, David. Lots of it.”

“I’ve never walked in on you…” He gestured to his lap.

“That's because I just out right ask if you want to have sex, and while I don't feel up for sex tonight—” he pressed on his chest, guiding him back down on the bed then slipped over him and laid on his side next to him. “I'm not knocking this.”

Distracting him with a deep kiss, his hand was pushed back down his pants by Hartley’s; both of them grabbing his semi-hard crotch.

A sharp gasp came out of him by surprise.

Hartley smiled. “Keep going.” He was speaking softly—so gently, not so much of a command even as he tightened his hand around his and started to stroke.

“Hartley.”

Hartley’s hand relaxed, and pulled away as David started to stroke himself.

“What were you thinking of?”

He swallowed a groan, his heart racing just at the thought of admitting to what he'd been getting off to. 

“You.”

It was practically a whisper. Hartley took it, looking more fascinated by the second.

“Me doing what?”

“In what,” he corrected.

He raised his eyebrows. “What was I wearing, David?”

“Your… outfit.” He hated to admit it.

“Which outfit?” Hartley teased, playing coy.

He was never going to live this down. “Your Pied Piper outfit.”

Hartley cocked his head up, an amused grin growing by the second. “Which one? Are you getting off to the thought of me in polkadots, David?”

They both gently laughed as he shook his head. “Your current one.”

“Ah…” he acknowledged. “It fits me tight, doesn't it?”

Thank you, Gambi.

David hummed, letting out a breath as he tried not to hump the air.

“Around my arms, my back, my chest…” Hartley reached for his free hand and guided it down his body as he spoke. “My stomach, my legs—my thighs.” He pressed his hand to his crotch, both of them groping him through his pants. “Not easy to hide an erection in.” He whispered softer. “Especially when I want you.”

David moved his hand faster, his hand slick as he felt his pants rubbing on the back of his hand and arm. He could feel Hartley's half hard cock through his pants; he was breathing heavier, his cheeks slightly flushed, though not at the state David was.

Hartley let out a small whine, shifting his hips and pressing his crotch further into his hand. “See how you get me?”

David bit down. He wasn't going to last much longer, especially with Hartley.

And sure enough—

“David.” Hartley moaned, rutting himself harder into his hand.

He lasted three more strokes before coming all over his hand. Hartley eased off, all his moaning and whining gone as he watched.

He exhaled, trying to catch his breath. His chin was grabbed between Hartley’s fingers again and pulled into a kiss. He broke off quickly, taking a breath of air before continuing the kiss.

David sighed in relief after Hartley broke the kiss for good, pressing their foreheads together.

Certainly one way to relax from the day they had.

“I'm gonna need a cold shower.” Hartley whispered with a small chuckle.

“Don't want me too…?”

He scrunched up his nose and shook his head. “No, I'm okay, baby.” He pecked him lightly on the lips. “Wanna join me for that bath though?”

“That—that sounds like a good idea.” A new pair of pants were also in need for him.

“Thought so.” Hartley brought up his hand and ran it through his hair. “Now I know what to break out the next time we have sex.”

“Hartley.” 

He laughed, leaving David to watch every movement of his body and the ruffle of his clothes as he pulled himself off the bed and sulked away.