Title: wishbone
Fandom: The Bear
Rating: NC-17
Length: 661 words
Content notes: Explicit sexual content, Carmy/Sydney
Author notes: Features trans male Carmy
Summary: It’s a nice sight, Sydney notes, watching his biceps flex with the slow movement. She’s enjoying the show, for sure, but she also liked to be included in it again. / “Hey,” she says gently, but it’s enough to break whatever trance his brain had talked himself into.

Sydney’s on her back, on Carmy’s white sheets in his mostly barren room — she’s working on that, though, she’s already got a few of his drawings framed and hanging on the wall, and there’s a kitschy Snoopy and Woodstock salt and pepper shakers set in his kitchen that she gifted him for the Bear’s secret santa, and a knitted blanket on the couch that she brought over because Carmy keeps his apartment real crisp.

Carmy’s in between her legs, upright on his knees, blue eyes looking down as he very methodically slicks up his strap-on.

It’s a nice sight, Sydney notes, watching his biceps flex with the slow movement, his strong hand wrapped around the toy almost reverently. She’s enjoying the show, for sure, but she also liked to be included in it again.

“Hey,” she says gently, but it’s enough to break whatever trance his brain had talked himself into. He meets her eyes.

“Sorry,” he replies, shifting his weight from knee to knee. “Haven’t done this in a while.”
“Me neither,” Sydney admits, and feels her breath catch when he leans over her again, his face going to her neck as his hands go to her hips.

“We’ll go slow then,” Carmy assures into her skin. One of his hands moves as he gets into position, petting at her cunt until he finds her entrance, Syd’s body hiccuping at the sudden touch, then he’s lining up the strap and pressing inside.

Immediately, Sydney tenses, feeling hot all over, and her hand shoots out to hold onto Carmy’s waist, her pointer finger resting just underneath one of the scars on his chest. Carmy takes it as a sign to stop which is— good, probably. Her whole face is furrowed and she has to remind herself to breathe.

“Okay,” she finally says, “Okay, yeah, slow.”

“You sure?” Carmy asks, she can’t see the concern in his face, but she hears it in his voice and feels it in the way his hands soften against her. “We can do something else—”

“No, no,” Sydney cuts him off. She really does want this, she wanted it as soon as Carmy dug out his shoebox of toys from under his bed and she picked out the strap-on with a wide, devious grin. She opens her eyes, giving Carmy a determined look. “Keep going.”

There’s a beat, then he starts moving again. Sydney focuses on the sight before her rather than the sensation. Carmy’s curls are sweat-dampened, and he’s all muscles when he’s naked — it’s the sort of look she never really thought would do it for her, but it’s all so Carmy, so it definitely does. And there are all the tattoos that are typically hidden behind his white tees, on his torso and shoulders, unlike the ones all over his arms and hands, the ones everyone sees every day, but these are just for her — or, during summer, everyone at Uncle Jimmy’s lakeside cabin.

The first night they did this — got naked in Carmy’s bedroom and came on each other’s fingers — Syd traced over all his tattoos and Carmy had returned the favor — hers are all on her back and thighs, because she had tried to hide them from her dad for years.

“Oh, wow,” Sydney says as she lets herself settle back into sensation. “That’s— Full.”

“Bad or good full?” Carmy asks intently, movements freezing.

“Good, good full,” Sydney assures. “It really has been a while. My last partner— Well, they always liked it when I wore the strap.”

Carmy’s tongue flicks out over a small smile, eyes glinting with interest. “Yeah? Maybe we can do that next time.”

Sydney relaxes into the statement. Next time, she reminds herself, slackening as she remembers they can do this again and again, that neither of them were going anywhere any time soon. Everything didn’t have to be perfect the first go around, but with their shared perfectionism and stubbornness, they’d get it perfect eventually.