[DRABBLE] MENTOR
Title: Mentor
Author: ashedrake
Pairing: Gabriel/Chandra
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 439
Warnings: Blowjob.
Prompt: For YAHAKM "Gabriel/Chandra, mentor"
Spoilers: Up to 1.10 "Six Months Ago"
A/N: Concrit is very much appreciated - nitpicking is love! Any kind of feedback at all ('cept flames *runs away*) earns you a warm hug.
Summary: All Gabriel wants is to be significant and that's what the professor makes him.
This is where Gabriel belongs. With Dr. Suresh none of his past matters. Where he comes from (his mother, his father, the watchmaker’s shop) falls away, leaving nothing but the study of genetics and the certainty that he is meant for something more, when he finally gets to wrap his lips around Chandra’s unfamiliar cock.
He tests his tongue against the head, wanting to gag a little at the plastic taste and feel of the lubed condom, before he forces his own mouth wider around it and takes it further in.
Beforehand he’d debated with himself over whether or not to wrap his lips around his teeth, not wanting to scrape his mentor but at the same time suspecting that Chandra would find him more visually appealing if he let his lips stay plump and pouting. In the end he decided to stay on the safe side, after all the likelihood of him getting to do this again would probably be more hurt if he accidentally bit the man than by any shallow imperfection. And Gabriel so very desperately wanted to do it again. He knows he’s not pretty, he’s all gangly limbs and dorkiness, but since Chandra’s already allowed him this far, comfortably sitting on his ankles between the man’s legs with his mouth filled, he figures that his looks aren’t that important.
“That’s it, Gabriel. A little more now.”
There’s an insistent tugging at his hair reminding him to move. He’s about to gather the courage to comply, when the professor starts moving for him. Hands are clutching in his painstakingly combed down hair and hips are lifting up at a more and more demanding pace.
Gabriel whimpers pitifully when the strokes get closer to the back of his mouth; it builds an unrelenting tickling in his throat that leaves him praying, to a God he’s not sure he believes in any longer, that he won’t start choking. The hinges of his jaw are beginning to ache and he has to let his lips pop out from around his teeth so they won’t be ground raw.
It’s just as perfect as he’d dreamed it would be when Chandra, finally shaking apart, gasps out endearments and praise. “So good, Gabriel,” he grunts and then “I knew I’d find you and… you’re just as special… as I’d hoped you’d be,” before he pulls Gabriel’s head down to his root, pressing the watchmaker’s nose into the curly, wiry hair and holds the moaning young man there as he comes.
If Gabriel had been able to grin then, he would. No moment before this has ever felt more like his destiny.
Author: ashedrake
Pairing: Gabriel/Chandra
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 439
Warnings: Blowjob.
Prompt: For YAHAKM "Gabriel/Chandra, mentor"
Spoilers: Up to 1.10 "Six Months Ago"
A/N: Concrit is very much appreciated - nitpicking is love! Any kind of feedback at all ('cept flames *runs away*) earns you a warm hug.
Summary: All Gabriel wants is to be significant and that's what the professor makes him.
This is where Gabriel belongs. With Dr. Suresh none of his past matters. Where he comes from (his mother, his father, the watchmaker’s shop) falls away, leaving nothing but the study of genetics and the certainty that he is meant for something more, when he finally gets to wrap his lips around Chandra’s unfamiliar cock.
He tests his tongue against the head, wanting to gag a little at the plastic taste and feel of the lubed condom, before he forces his own mouth wider around it and takes it further in.
Beforehand he’d debated with himself over whether or not to wrap his lips around his teeth, not wanting to scrape his mentor but at the same time suspecting that Chandra would find him more visually appealing if he let his lips stay plump and pouting. In the end he decided to stay on the safe side, after all the likelihood of him getting to do this again would probably be more hurt if he accidentally bit the man than by any shallow imperfection. And Gabriel so very desperately wanted to do it again. He knows he’s not pretty, he’s all gangly limbs and dorkiness, but since Chandra’s already allowed him this far, comfortably sitting on his ankles between the man’s legs with his mouth filled, he figures that his looks aren’t that important.
“That’s it, Gabriel. A little more now.”
There’s an insistent tugging at his hair reminding him to move. He’s about to gather the courage to comply, when the professor starts moving for him. Hands are clutching in his painstakingly combed down hair and hips are lifting up at a more and more demanding pace.
Gabriel whimpers pitifully when the strokes get closer to the back of his mouth; it builds an unrelenting tickling in his throat that leaves him praying, to a God he’s not sure he believes in any longer, that he won’t start choking. The hinges of his jaw are beginning to ache and he has to let his lips pop out from around his teeth so they won’t be ground raw.
It’s just as perfect as he’d dreamed it would be when Chandra, finally shaking apart, gasps out endearments and praise. “So good, Gabriel,” he grunts and then “I knew I’d find you and… you’re just as special… as I’d hoped you’d be,” before he pulls Gabriel’s head down to his root, pressing the watchmaker’s nose into the curly, wiry hair and holds the moaning young man there as he comes.
If Gabriel had been able to grin then, he would. No moment before this has ever felt more like his destiny.