IT Crowd fic
Fandom: The IT Crowd
Pairing: Roy/Moss
Word count: 700
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the events of the second episode in the new series, Moss and Roy go back to Roy's place. Sexytiemz ensue.
Disclaimer: Graham Linehan knew exactly what he was tempting fate with when he wrote tonight's episode. But even still, this isn't mine. Damn.
Author's Note: One week since I first wrote for this fandom and this is my fourth IT Crowd fic. Also, the after episode fic writing will probably turn into a ritual of sorts now ;)
Ooh, spoilers. Quite important ones actually. If you haven't seen it and you don't want it spoiled, don't read this!
It shouldn't have felt that good, being pushed against the wall by his surprisingly strong work mate and kissed within an inch of his life. Twice. Poor Moss wasn't the best in a crisis situation. Still, it had worked, so he shouldn't knock it.
Moss' crotch pressed into his, his mouth being forced open and ravaged, the sheer adrenaline rush of 'ohshitohfuckIcan'tgotojailMossiskissingmewhyisthishappening'. He wanted to grab onto Moss' arms and cling to him, he was so scared and weirdly turned on. He was too startled, both times, to do anything more than just stand there and let himself be kissed.
They walked back to Roy's place, Moss obsessing over how much money had been on the table, Roy trying desperately not to cry. When they were in the living room, Moss was still trying to do mental calculations and Roy curled up in a ball on his sofa.
Moss turned to him awkwardly and patted him on the shoulder.
“Never let me try and be a real man again, Moss,” he whispered into a cushion, “I didn't know how good I had it when I was just your wife.”
“I kissed you in the car park, Roy,” Moss said flatly.
“Yes, yes you did,” Roy replied in a cracking falsetto.
“Twice.”
“So I seem to recall.”
Moss nodded to himself and sat down on the sofa and pulled Roy over to him.
“Moss, what're you- unf!”
Once again Roy found himself being kissed by his best friend, fervently and quite thoroughly. He was too shaken to worry about it too much and kissed Moss back enthusiastically. He needed some physical outlet for all the nervous energy bubbling away inside his body.
A large hand was rubbing his crotch firmly and another was cradled around the back of his neck, holding him in place. He needn't bother, Roy thought hysterically, I'm not going anywhere. The hand was now inside his pants and pulling his dick in long smooth strokes. The pressure, the rhythm, the timing was perfect. There's something to be said about single IT consultants in their thirties, they certainly knew their way around masturbation.
Moss kiss his way up Roy's jaw and bit his neck, before whispering in his ear.
“I want you to come for me,” he said, nuzzling the ear, “come on.”
It was all too much and Roy closed his eyes and came hard into Moss' hand and all over his trousers. He'd worry about that later. He looked at Moss' intimidating bulge and swallowed nervously before lunging at it and fumbling with the belt buckle.
“You don't have to,” Moss protested, half-heartedly, as Roy freed his cock from his briefs and clumsily started to suck it.
He hadn't a notion of what he was doing and when Moss involuntarily bucked into his mouth he had to fight back a gag reflex. It was strange and horrible and at the same time, why hadn't they been doing this years ago?
Moss tugged at his hair and wrenched him off in time to come in hot splashes against Roy's face.
“I meant to give you more warning,” he panted apologetically.
“You could have said something,” Roy agreed, wiping the come off with his sleeve, “I wanted to swallow it.”
The both blushed at that and looked away from each other.
“Moss, what just happened?” Roy asked in a slightly bewildered voice.
“Well, I kissed you and masturbated your penis to the point of ejaculation, and then-”
“Not that. Why did it happen? What brought it on?” Roy asked again in agitation.
“I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Moss answered simply, “Did you like it?” he continued, more shyly.
“Bizarrely, yes I did, very much so,” Roy nodded and ran a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Can I take you out for a curry later this week?” Moss went on, even shyer again.
“Moss, we always go out for curry on a Thursday.”
“But can we go for curry as a couple?” he asked earnestly.
“Yeah alright. But next time, you're sucking me off.”
Pairing: Roy/Moss
Word count: 700
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the events of the second episode in the new series, Moss and Roy go back to Roy's place. Sexytiemz ensue.
Disclaimer: Graham Linehan knew exactly what he was tempting fate with when he wrote tonight's episode. But even still, this isn't mine. Damn.
Author's Note: One week since I first wrote for this fandom and this is my fourth IT Crowd fic. Also, the after episode fic writing will probably turn into a ritual of sorts now ;)
Ooh, spoilers. Quite important ones actually. If you haven't seen it and you don't want it spoiled, don't read this!
It shouldn't have felt that good, being pushed against the wall by his surprisingly strong work mate and kissed within an inch of his life. Twice. Poor Moss wasn't the best in a crisis situation. Still, it had worked, so he shouldn't knock it.
Moss' crotch pressed into his, his mouth being forced open and ravaged, the sheer adrenaline rush of 'ohshitohfuckIcan'tgotojailMossiskissingmewhyisthishappening'. He wanted to grab onto Moss' arms and cling to him, he was so scared and weirdly turned on. He was too startled, both times, to do anything more than just stand there and let himself be kissed.
They walked back to Roy's place, Moss obsessing over how much money had been on the table, Roy trying desperately not to cry. When they were in the living room, Moss was still trying to do mental calculations and Roy curled up in a ball on his sofa.
Moss turned to him awkwardly and patted him on the shoulder.
“Never let me try and be a real man again, Moss,” he whispered into a cushion, “I didn't know how good I had it when I was just your wife.”
“I kissed you in the car park, Roy,” Moss said flatly.
“Yes, yes you did,” Roy replied in a cracking falsetto.
“Twice.”
“So I seem to recall.”
Moss nodded to himself and sat down on the sofa and pulled Roy over to him.
“Moss, what're you- unf!”
Once again Roy found himself being kissed by his best friend, fervently and quite thoroughly. He was too shaken to worry about it too much and kissed Moss back enthusiastically. He needed some physical outlet for all the nervous energy bubbling away inside his body.
A large hand was rubbing his crotch firmly and another was cradled around the back of his neck, holding him in place. He needn't bother, Roy thought hysterically, I'm not going anywhere. The hand was now inside his pants and pulling his dick in long smooth strokes. The pressure, the rhythm, the timing was perfect. There's something to be said about single IT consultants in their thirties, they certainly knew their way around masturbation.
Moss kiss his way up Roy's jaw and bit his neck, before whispering in his ear.
“I want you to come for me,” he said, nuzzling the ear, “come on.”
It was all too much and Roy closed his eyes and came hard into Moss' hand and all over his trousers. He'd worry about that later. He looked at Moss' intimidating bulge and swallowed nervously before lunging at it and fumbling with the belt buckle.
“You don't have to,” Moss protested, half-heartedly, as Roy freed his cock from his briefs and clumsily started to suck it.
He hadn't a notion of what he was doing and when Moss involuntarily bucked into his mouth he had to fight back a gag reflex. It was strange and horrible and at the same time, why hadn't they been doing this years ago?
Moss tugged at his hair and wrenched him off in time to come in hot splashes against Roy's face.
“I meant to give you more warning,” he panted apologetically.
“You could have said something,” Roy agreed, wiping the come off with his sleeve, “I wanted to swallow it.”
The both blushed at that and looked away from each other.
“Moss, what just happened?” Roy asked in a slightly bewildered voice.
“Well, I kissed you and masturbated your penis to the point of ejaculation, and then-”
“Not that. Why did it happen? What brought it on?” Roy asked again in agitation.
“I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Moss answered simply, “Did you like it?” he continued, more shyly.
“Bizarrely, yes I did, very much so,” Roy nodded and ran a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Can I take you out for a curry later this week?” Moss went on, even shyer again.
“Moss, we always go out for curry on a Thursday.”
“But can we go for curry as a couple?” he asked earnestly.
“Yeah alright. But next time, you're sucking me off.”