Nice Shoes (Want to Fuck?) - Sam/Michael, NC-17
Title: Nice Shoes (Want to Fuck?)
Author: elanorofcastile
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1180 words
Pairing: Sam/Michael (Burn Notice)
Summary: *points at my icon*
Notes: Huzzah, first fic in the comm! :B Also, unbeta'd like nobody's business.
Michael had found the box on his desk, his eyeliner and mirror resting on top of it. The note inside was nestled between a tube of lipstick, eyeshadow and a pair of pink strappy platforms.
10 pm, -S.A.
Glancing at his watch, Mike estimated that he had enough time to shower quick and get ready.
The gate door to the loft slammed shut as Michael was applying the last of his lipstick. Cursing under his breath, Michael fumbled with the tiny ankle straps on the shoes. Sam's heavy steps reached the top of the stairs just as he managed to secure the second strap.
"Well, Mikey, did you have nothing to wear?"
Michael grinned, carefully getting to his feet as he held the towel securely around his waist. "Sorry, honey, I couldn't decide." He wobbled a bit, steadying himself with a hand on the desk.
"Hmm, well, if you can make it over here, I'll make it worth your while." Sam sat on the mattress, patting the spot next to him with one hand as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"If I break my ankle, Sam, you better pamper my ass." Taking a steadying breath, Michael stepped away from the desk. Sam's grin slipped into an open leer, shedding his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
A tiny crease of concentration drew Michael's brows together. The light from the desk catching the sparkle of the shadow on his lids. He took two more steps towards Sam, wobbling on the second. As he caught his balance, the snicker of leather through Sam's beltloops had him biting his lower lip.
"God, Mikey, you make a helluva pretty girl."
"Oh, I'm no girl, Sam." Mike let go of the towel at his waist, letting it fall to the floor.
Sam held his hands out to Mike, beckoning him to finish his last few steps. "Almost there. Fuck, you have no idea how you look. So fuckable."
Michael ran a hand over his stomach, tracing his tongue over his bottom lip. "Patience, Sam. Good things come to those who wait."
"Good thing I don't want anything good, then." Michael stood over Sam, hands on his bare hips. "Get down here."
Michael tried to gracefully bend down to sit next to Sam, but he unbalanced, starting to fall. Sam took advantage of his momentum to flip him on his back.
He scooted up the bed, grinning at Sam. Michael dug the heels into the bed, bending his knees and letting them fall open. Batting his eyelashes, he reached out a hand to Sam, stroking himself with the other.
Sam stood, shedding his pants and boxers, climbing onto the bed between Michael's legs. He ran a hand down Michael's calf, tickling the hair. Batting Michael's hand away from his erection, Sam waggled his finger, "Ah, ah, ah, Mikey."
His fingers continued down, skimming his ankle, tracing the delicate straps. Sam lifted his left foot, biting lightly at his ankle. Soothing the bite with his tongue, he followed the curve of the strap and the shoe to tongue at the arch. Placing Michael's foot back on the bed, Sam nipped his way up his inner thigh, stubble rasping against the skin.
Bypassing Michael's cock, Sam bit into his hipbone. The sharp intake of breath above him made him bite down a llittle harder, releasing and kissing the imprints.
Impatient, Sam skipped the rest of the expanse of skin before him. Sam kissed Michael hard, the lipstick smearing across his mouth. Palming the tube beneath the pillow, Sam sat back on his heels, enjoying the sight laid out in front of him. Popping the cap, he slicked his fingers, sliding two into Michael.
"Must've had a long shower, getting yourself ready for this, thinking about me fucking you in these shoes. Painted up like a whore, Mike, makeup smeared, you should see yourself."
"Just fuck me, already, Sam," Mike grunted. "Or are you too old to remember how your dick works?"
Sam rolled his eyes, pulling his fingers from Michael, spreading the last of the slick on his cock. "Play nice, now, Mikey, or I'll leave you here for someone else to find. After all, you made me turn down twenty year old scotch once."
"C'mon, Sam."
"What's the magic word, pumpkin?" Sam raised an eyebrow at Mike as he nudged his cock against his waiting hole.
"Plea--ngh."
Sam pressed into Michael in one sure motion, burying himself in the tight heat.
"Jesus, Mikey." Sam leans his forehead against Michael's, not moving.
Gathering himself, Sam thrust shallowly into Michael, not trusting himself to move more without coming just yet. Michael's hands had untangled from the sheets, fingers threading into Sam's hair. He pulled Sam down into a kiss, slowly dragging the heel of his stiletto up Sam's calf. Sam shuddered at the sensation, biting down on Michael's bottom lip.
A whispered fuck me goaded him into action, pulling nearly out and slamming back into Michael. The hands in his hair reflexively tightened with each thrust, the heel of the shoe dragging higher to dig into the flesh of his upper thigh. The sharp pain made him groan, burying his face in Michael's neck, mouthing at the skin there.
"Michael," Sam gasped. "Almost, unnnh." The sensation of both heels now pressing into his thighs was getting to be too much. Too much, too much and Mike whispered Sam across his lips and Sam was coming, Michaelfuckmineyeah.
Sam rode the end of his orgasm, thrusting a few more times into Mike before stilling. Lips finding Mike's, Sam's hand sought out the other man's still hard cock. Sliding down the bed, Sam pressed his face into Michael's groin. Tonguing the base of his cock, Sam stroked him while sliding two fingers into Mike.
Mike groaned, dragging his heels up Sam's back. Gripping Sam's hair, Mike thrust up against his mouth, cock sliding through his firm grip. God, those hands.
Sam jerked Michael faster, sliding a third finger in to fuck him with. The press of the heels into his back forced a hiss from his lips as Mike's hands grasped Sam's hair. A sudden gasp of Sa-am and Michael was coming over Sam's face and hand, bearing down on the fingers in his ass.
Sam gentled Michael through the last tremors of coming, wiping his hands on the sheets. Reaching to wipe the come from his face, Michael caught his hand. Tugging, Michael brought Sam up beside him. His face relaxed, he smiled at Sam. Pulling him into a kiss, Michael's mouth wandered, licking the come from Sam's face.
Satisfied he was clean, Sam captured Mike's face between his hands, giving him a cheeky grin. "Always knew I could get you to do anything, all you needed was the right motivation."
"Mmm, yes, Sam. Of course, Sam. You are so wise, Sam." Michael's mouth twitches into a grin. "I'll hold on to these for next time. They'll make all the girls jealous."
They snickered, curling into each other. Sated, happy and sticky they fell asleep.
Author: elanorofcastile
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1180 words
Pairing: Sam/Michael (Burn Notice)
Summary: *points at my icon*
Notes: Huzzah, first fic in the comm! :B Also, unbeta'd like nobody's business.
Michael had found the box on his desk, his eyeliner and mirror resting on top of it. The note inside was nestled between a tube of lipstick, eyeshadow and a pair of pink strappy platforms.
10 pm, -S.A.
Glancing at his watch, Mike estimated that he had enough time to shower quick and get ready.
The gate door to the loft slammed shut as Michael was applying the last of his lipstick. Cursing under his breath, Michael fumbled with the tiny ankle straps on the shoes. Sam's heavy steps reached the top of the stairs just as he managed to secure the second strap.
"Well, Mikey, did you have nothing to wear?"
Michael grinned, carefully getting to his feet as he held the towel securely around his waist. "Sorry, honey, I couldn't decide." He wobbled a bit, steadying himself with a hand on the desk.
"Hmm, well, if you can make it over here, I'll make it worth your while." Sam sat on the mattress, patting the spot next to him with one hand as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"If I break my ankle, Sam, you better pamper my ass." Taking a steadying breath, Michael stepped away from the desk. Sam's grin slipped into an open leer, shedding his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
A tiny crease of concentration drew Michael's brows together. The light from the desk catching the sparkle of the shadow on his lids. He took two more steps towards Sam, wobbling on the second. As he caught his balance, the snicker of leather through Sam's beltloops had him biting his lower lip.
"God, Mikey, you make a helluva pretty girl."
"Oh, I'm no girl, Sam." Mike let go of the towel at his waist, letting it fall to the floor.
Sam held his hands out to Mike, beckoning him to finish his last few steps. "Almost there. Fuck, you have no idea how you look. So fuckable."
Michael ran a hand over his stomach, tracing his tongue over his bottom lip. "Patience, Sam. Good things come to those who wait."
"Good thing I don't want anything good, then." Michael stood over Sam, hands on his bare hips. "Get down here."
Michael tried to gracefully bend down to sit next to Sam, but he unbalanced, starting to fall. Sam took advantage of his momentum to flip him on his back.
He scooted up the bed, grinning at Sam. Michael dug the heels into the bed, bending his knees and letting them fall open. Batting his eyelashes, he reached out a hand to Sam, stroking himself with the other.
Sam stood, shedding his pants and boxers, climbing onto the bed between Michael's legs. He ran a hand down Michael's calf, tickling the hair. Batting Michael's hand away from his erection, Sam waggled his finger, "Ah, ah, ah, Mikey."
His fingers continued down, skimming his ankle, tracing the delicate straps. Sam lifted his left foot, biting lightly at his ankle. Soothing the bite with his tongue, he followed the curve of the strap and the shoe to tongue at the arch. Placing Michael's foot back on the bed, Sam nipped his way up his inner thigh, stubble rasping against the skin.
Bypassing Michael's cock, Sam bit into his hipbone. The sharp intake of breath above him made him bite down a llittle harder, releasing and kissing the imprints.
Impatient, Sam skipped the rest of the expanse of skin before him. Sam kissed Michael hard, the lipstick smearing across his mouth. Palming the tube beneath the pillow, Sam sat back on his heels, enjoying the sight laid out in front of him. Popping the cap, he slicked his fingers, sliding two into Michael.
"Must've had a long shower, getting yourself ready for this, thinking about me fucking you in these shoes. Painted up like a whore, Mike, makeup smeared, you should see yourself."
"Just fuck me, already, Sam," Mike grunted. "Or are you too old to remember how your dick works?"
Sam rolled his eyes, pulling his fingers from Michael, spreading the last of the slick on his cock. "Play nice, now, Mikey, or I'll leave you here for someone else to find. After all, you made me turn down twenty year old scotch once."
"C'mon, Sam."
"What's the magic word, pumpkin?" Sam raised an eyebrow at Mike as he nudged his cock against his waiting hole.
"Plea--ngh."
Sam pressed into Michael in one sure motion, burying himself in the tight heat.
"Jesus, Mikey." Sam leans his forehead against Michael's, not moving.
Gathering himself, Sam thrust shallowly into Michael, not trusting himself to move more without coming just yet. Michael's hands had untangled from the sheets, fingers threading into Sam's hair. He pulled Sam down into a kiss, slowly dragging the heel of his stiletto up Sam's calf. Sam shuddered at the sensation, biting down on Michael's bottom lip.
A whispered fuck me goaded him into action, pulling nearly out and slamming back into Michael. The hands in his hair reflexively tightened with each thrust, the heel of the shoe dragging higher to dig into the flesh of his upper thigh. The sharp pain made him groan, burying his face in Michael's neck, mouthing at the skin there.
"Michael," Sam gasped. "Almost, unnnh." The sensation of both heels now pressing into his thighs was getting to be too much. Too much, too much and Mike whispered Sam across his lips and Sam was coming, Michaelfuckmineyeah.
Sam rode the end of his orgasm, thrusting a few more times into Mike before stilling. Lips finding Mike's, Sam's hand sought out the other man's still hard cock. Sliding down the bed, Sam pressed his face into Michael's groin. Tonguing the base of his cock, Sam stroked him while sliding two fingers into Mike.
Mike groaned, dragging his heels up Sam's back. Gripping Sam's hair, Mike thrust up against his mouth, cock sliding through his firm grip. God, those hands.
Sam jerked Michael faster, sliding a third finger in to fuck him with. The press of the heels into his back forced a hiss from his lips as Mike's hands grasped Sam's hair. A sudden gasp of Sa-am and Michael was coming over Sam's face and hand, bearing down on the fingers in his ass.
Sam gentled Michael through the last tremors of coming, wiping his hands on the sheets. Reaching to wipe the come from his face, Michael caught his hand. Tugging, Michael brought Sam up beside him. His face relaxed, he smiled at Sam. Pulling him into a kiss, Michael's mouth wandered, licking the come from Sam's face.
Satisfied he was clean, Sam captured Mike's face between his hands, giving him a cheeky grin. "Always knew I could get you to do anything, all you needed was the right motivation."
"Mmm, yes, Sam. Of course, Sam. You are so wise, Sam." Michael's mouth twitches into a grin. "I'll hold on to these for next time. They'll make all the girls jealous."
They snickered, curling into each other. Sated, happy and sticky they fell asleep.