Fic: Save the Bike, Ride the Biker
Written for NSFW prompt at 17th May at jim_and_bones. So - bits and bums to be seen!
Save the Bike, Ride the Biker
The tattoo may have been damn idiotic idea, Leonard thought, but when he thought about it... it was damn worth the pain and discomfort he felt whenever something or someone brushed over the still sensitive skin. The lines of light blue ink were twirling around his chest, adding a little ornament here and there, accentuating the muscles he had (and he had some nice ones, he was proud to say).
Jim, of course, had to be "big boy" and decide for something bigger; more of a tribal tattoo, the dark ink creating ornaments on his shoulder in most enticing way, Leonard thought. And, of course, the kid had absolutely no shame, leaning over his bike like that, shirtless, showing off his new tattoo.
Even without the tattoo Jim would be sight to behold, but the way how he cared about the machine, touching it with gentle fingers, speaking to the machine as if it were a person or a horse.
Horse.
Leonard suddenly felt naughty. How did they say it back in 20th century? Save a horse, ride the cowboy? Well, that will be exactly what he is going to do, with just a little preparation - which took him such a short time, his body being ready for the ride so soon he almost brought himself off.
Sneaking behind Jim had been almost too easy; the younger man so absorbed in the task of cleaning his beloved bike that Bones had to run his arms around his body to get Jim realize something will be taking place between them very, very soon.
"Preparing for a ride, darlin'?" drawled Bones, lips pressed next to the tattoo, making Jim shiver with his touch, as well as the innuendo. And, of course, the drawl. Nothing better than to use these two weapons - innuendo spoken with the Southern drawl - on Jim.
"You could say so," answered Jim, rubbing his behind against Bones' groin.
"Well," drawled Bones, "you better take these jeans off then. I would bet my shoes you won't need them."
It never had to be said twice to Jim to take off his clothes. The jeans were lieing on the floor next to the bike in no time, Jim sprawling upon the bike as an antique statue would sprawl on his sleeping berth.
Bones was slower in undressing, allowing Jim to eye hungrily every centimetre of exposed skin. They had seen each other undressing or already undressed numerous times - yet the ink added such a feeling of novelty to it... It was almost like the very first time again.
"You better hold on tight," Bones said Jim's way. "Because this is going to be one hell of a ride." Jim nodded and sat astride on the bike, his eyes never leaving his lover as he walked over to join him on the bike.
"I'm going to save this bike," he declamed theatricaly, "by riding the biker." And before Jim could say anything, he was in his lap, facing him, slowly lowering himself onto Jim's already hard and waiting manhood.
Normally, Bones would be rather unnerved by the prospect of anyone walking on them but now he just let himself enjoy the sensations, touching Jim and letting Jim touch him back as he rode them both to the completion.
"You know, Bones," said Jim into the skin of his shoulder, God knows how much time later, "you left your socks on."
"You bet I did, kid," answered Bones, feeling like a cat who ate the canary. "I may be horny as hell - but there's no way I'm touching this floor with my bare feet. Do you have any idea how filthy it is...?"
The only answer he got was Jim's carefree laugh. Well, laugh all you want, kid, he thought, but this rider is going to get ridden, too!
Save the Bike, Ride the Biker
The tattoo may have been damn idiotic idea, Leonard thought, but when he thought about it... it was damn worth the pain and discomfort he felt whenever something or someone brushed over the still sensitive skin. The lines of light blue ink were twirling around his chest, adding a little ornament here and there, accentuating the muscles he had (and he had some nice ones, he was proud to say).
Jim, of course, had to be "big boy" and decide for something bigger; more of a tribal tattoo, the dark ink creating ornaments on his shoulder in most enticing way, Leonard thought. And, of course, the kid had absolutely no shame, leaning over his bike like that, shirtless, showing off his new tattoo.
Even without the tattoo Jim would be sight to behold, but the way how he cared about the machine, touching it with gentle fingers, speaking to the machine as if it were a person or a horse.
Horse.
Leonard suddenly felt naughty. How did they say it back in 20th century? Save a horse, ride the cowboy? Well, that will be exactly what he is going to do, with just a little preparation - which took him such a short time, his body being ready for the ride so soon he almost brought himself off.
Sneaking behind Jim had been almost too easy; the younger man so absorbed in the task of cleaning his beloved bike that Bones had to run his arms around his body to get Jim realize something will be taking place between them very, very soon.
"Preparing for a ride, darlin'?" drawled Bones, lips pressed next to the tattoo, making Jim shiver with his touch, as well as the innuendo. And, of course, the drawl. Nothing better than to use these two weapons - innuendo spoken with the Southern drawl - on Jim.
"You could say so," answered Jim, rubbing his behind against Bones' groin.
"Well," drawled Bones, "you better take these jeans off then. I would bet my shoes you won't need them."
It never had to be said twice to Jim to take off his clothes. The jeans were lieing on the floor next to the bike in no time, Jim sprawling upon the bike as an antique statue would sprawl on his sleeping berth.
Bones was slower in undressing, allowing Jim to eye hungrily every centimetre of exposed skin. They had seen each other undressing or already undressed numerous times - yet the ink added such a feeling of novelty to it... It was almost like the very first time again.
"You better hold on tight," Bones said Jim's way. "Because this is going to be one hell of a ride." Jim nodded and sat astride on the bike, his eyes never leaving his lover as he walked over to join him on the bike.
"I'm going to save this bike," he declamed theatricaly, "by riding the biker." And before Jim could say anything, he was in his lap, facing him, slowly lowering himself onto Jim's already hard and waiting manhood.
Normally, Bones would be rather unnerved by the prospect of anyone walking on them but now he just let himself enjoy the sensations, touching Jim and letting Jim touch him back as he rode them both to the completion.
"You know, Bones," said Jim into the skin of his shoulder, God knows how much time later, "you left your socks on."
"You bet I did, kid," answered Bones, feeling like a cat who ate the canary. "I may be horny as hell - but there's no way I'm touching this floor with my bare feet. Do you have any idea how filthy it is...?"
The only answer he got was Jim's carefree laugh. Well, laugh all you want, kid, he thought, but this rider is going to get ridden, too!