With the exception of a graffitied desk in one corner and some old children's toys strewn around, the room where it happens ends up being mostly vacant. At one point, it held children who were waiting to be adopted, but that was a long time ago, and now all that was left was dust.

It was there that Soren and Rocky were at their most vulnerable with one another, hidden away from the world in the ruins of the abandoned building. Soren reaches up to steady Rocky when he sits down on his lap, his weight settling nicely on top of him. 

"Hey there, handsome," Rocky whispers, and he nuzzles Soren's cheek, his curtain of rusty-colored hair brushing his chest when he leans forward.

"Hey, beautiful," Soren replies, and he breathes him in, taking in his sweet smell and the warmth of his skin against his. Earlier, Rocky had pulled his suit down to his waist to expose his upper half before they sat down together on the worn rug, nestled in each other's arms.

There were many things that Soren adored about Rocky, and even more that he was slowly discovering as they fell deeper in love, but when they were together like this, just the two of them, Soren couldn't get enough. Like a coin, Rocky had two sides: the entertainer and the man who he could spend forever lying next to without speaking a word.

Rocky finds Soren's mouth again and kisses him gently, then deeper, the tip of his tongue probing, seeking entry, which he quickly gives when he parts his lips and tilts his head back, trying not to smile.

"You're smiling," Rocky murmurs a second later, "this is supposed to be serious."

"Is it?" Soren mumbles against his lips, "Nothing's ever serious with you, Rocklin Moon."

"Bastard," Rocky whispers, but he kisses Soren again before things start to heat up even more for them. Soren was still in his leotard, or "morph suit," as his family liked to call it, but it showed every muscle, including the outline of his dick, when he was hard, like right now. Rocky uses that to his advantage when he traces his hand over the bulge between his legs and squeezes it gently.

"Aw, you're hard," Rocky whispers teasingly, and he nips his earlobe, "It's too bad we can't go all the way this time. I really wanted you inside me, pushing open my walls. Making me scream..." His hand reaches down to play with Soren's necklace.

Tiny sparks of electricity shoot up and down Soren's spine, and he quickly reaches to undress for Rocky, who helps him pull down his suit. And like magic, or perhaps every porn magazine that he'd flipped through, he stiffens further when cool air hits his exposed skin, sending heat rushing downward, making him practically throb with desire.

Rocky leans forward and captures his lips while his hand works down below, wrapping around his cock before he starts working it up and down, using twisting motions that absolutely make Soren moan desperately into his mouth.

"Yeah?" Rocky asks him a moment later, his lips pressing against Soren's neck, "You like that, babe?"

Soren pulls back slightly so that they meet eyes, and Rocky smirks a little. Of course, the look quickly vanishes when Soren sticks his hand down the front of his suit and finds his eager dick.

"Oh, fucking hell!" Rocky cries instantly, his body shuddering as soon as Soren grasps him, his slightly rough fingers massaging his velvet skin. "Soren! Y-your hand! Take the rest of this fucking suit off before I cream it like a goddamn banana pie!"

"Shh!" "Easy, Rocky, easy," Soren says softly before pressing him to the floor and yanking down the rest of his leotard, freeing Rocky's dick from its confines. Panting, the redhead kicks it off the rest of the way, and his knees pop open when Soren scoots forward to kneel between his thighs.

This time, Soren starts jerking himself off, and Rocky quickly follows. They meet eyes across the distance as they work towards their end, but Rocky quickly taps out when his head falls back and he moans. "Oh, God, Renny," Rocky shivers, "you look so damn hot when you're beating your meat." He makes the sign of the cross on his chest, then kisses his fingers, "Hail Mary for boyfriends with colossal dicks."

 Soren's so surprised that he gasps and dissolves into laughter. He'd been right earlier; Rocky hardly took anything seriously, but that was what he loved about him. Every day was something new and exciting, and Soren wanted to wake up to him for the rest of his life.

When it's over and both of them are finally sticky and gasping for air, they lay side by side on the dirty carpet, smiling like idiots the whole time until Rocky turns to Soren's side and holds him. "You looked upset earlier," he murmurs as he strokes his chest, his fingernails painted bright pink.

"So did you," Soren responds, and he kisses Rocky on top of the head. "You still mad at me?"

"Furious," Rocky mumbles, his eyes closed. "What did Malibu Barbie want earlier?"

Soren lets his head fall back against the carpet and stares up at the paint-chipped ceiling. "She said she knew my secret," he replies after a moment, and Rocky stiffens from beside him. 

"Sweetheart, you're practically a walking enigma. What secret?" Rocky squints suspiciously, but before Soren can respond, there's a banging from the front of the building and a door slamming open from somewhere in the distance, signaling the arrival of someone or something.