FOTC fanfiction
Fandom: Flight of the Conchords
Title: Hero Worship (3/4 (I think))
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 846
Summary: Jemaine goes home and puts Dave's advice into effect.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flight of the Conchords. Really, trust me on this.
Author's note: Finally got my arse in gear in regards updating this fic. My Conchords muses seem to have left me. They're possibly in a strop because I've been spending so much time with my Boosh muses. Come back boys, I miss you! Part 1 Part 2
The door flew open and a wild eyed Jemaine burst in, before turning around and closing the door sheepishly. Bret looked at him in mild disbelief.
“Since when do you have secret dentist appointments you don't tell me about?” he asked angrily, “And have you been seeing another dentist? I called up Dr. Benz's secretary and she said that you weren't due for another check up for six months.”
Jemaine looked at Bret with an unreadable expression.
“I wasn't at the dentist's,” he admitted quietly.
“Why did you leave me alone with Murray then? I had to spend forty five minutes with him inventing an imaginary abscess to cover for you. And umf!”
Jemaine had walked towards him, covering the distance in a few long strides, and crushed Bret's lips to his own. He cupped Bret's face gently and stroked his cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. Bret couldn't move, he was frozen in place.
Jemaine dropped his hands and stepped away from him with a mumbled, “sorry.” Bret launched himself at Jemaine suddenly, kissing him hard on the mouth. He broke the kiss and stood close, his face centimetres from Jemaine's, with his eyes screwed shut. Jemaine could feel every one of his shaky breaths against his lips.
He leaned forward and kissed Bret again softly, running the tip of his tongue along Bret's lower lip. Bret opened his mouth to allow the kiss to deepen. Jemaine moaned into his mouth and the sound made Bret's knees buckle. Jemaine's arms were suddenly around him holding him upright against his body. The contact made both of them gasp slightly.
They stayed like this, propping each other up and kissing, for several minutes, before they broke apart from each other softly. Bret rested his forehead against Jemaine's shoulder and Jemaine petted his hair while they breathed heavily and went over what had just happened in their heads.
“You kissed me,” Jemaine said softly.
“You started it,” Bret protested weakly.
“Dave said that I should,” Jemaine said.
“What?” Bret turned his face from the crook of Jemaine's neck to look him in the eye.
Jemaine blushed and looked away before replying.
“I was jealous of you talking about him, so I went to see him. I'm not sure how that worked out in my head exactly, but it seemed quite sensible at the time. He said that you wanted me to kiss you.”
This was almost true, Jemaine didn't feel comfortable telling Bret what Dave had really said, just yet.
Bret looked at him and gently laid his hand against Jemaine's face. His eyes were so wide and sparkly, like a baby seal. Or a giraffe. Jemaine stopped thinking up animal similes when Bret pressed his soft lips to his again.
“It. Was always. You,” said Bret, punctuating his words with kisses.
“I know that this is something that I should really be saying later on, when we've been doing this for at least a few weeks, but I love you,” Jemaine said around Bret's mouth.
Bret purred and slipped his tongue into Jemaine's open mouth. It was strange and new and wonderful. Why hadn't they done this ages ago?
“I love you so much,” Bret whispered against his lips, “I want you so bad.”
Ah, this was where Jemaine's brain ran into trouble and all of a sudden he felt fourteen years old, all over again. He knew that he wanted to do something and that he wanted to do whatever it was very badly. But, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was.
Bumming. How did that work? Did they take turns at being the bummer and bumee, or did they have to do it the same way each time. Then there was the question of blowjobs... he knew how to receive one, but the thought of giving one just confused him. He wished he'd paid more attention to the mechanics of it in the past, instead of just selfishly enjoying the results that they yielded.
“I want to... but I don't know what to do,” Jemaine admitted shamefacedly, “Can we do some research first?”
Bret broke away from him anxiously.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
Jemaine looked at that face and he just couldn't bring himself to say yes.
“Just... slowly,” he said awkwardly.
Bret nodded seriously and started to take off Jemaine's shirt.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
Jemaine received no answer and his shirt was thrown unceremoniously on the ground. Bret pulled his own t-shirt over his head and started to kick off his shoes and socks. Jemaine fumbled with the flies of his jeans and pulled them off clumsily and then tripped over his shoes. Bret looked at him and laughed gently.
“I didn't think you really did that,” he smiled and kissed Jemaine again.
“Yeah, well...” Jemaine started mumbling incomprehensibly while staring at the ground.
Bret kissed him and the world slowly slipped away.
Title: Hero Worship (3/4 (I think))
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 846
Summary: Jemaine goes home and puts Dave's advice into effect.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flight of the Conchords. Really, trust me on this.
Author's note: Finally got my arse in gear in regards updating this fic. My Conchords muses seem to have left me. They're possibly in a strop because I've been spending so much time with my Boosh muses. Come back boys, I miss you! Part 1 Part 2
The door flew open and a wild eyed Jemaine burst in, before turning around and closing the door sheepishly. Bret looked at him in mild disbelief.
“Since when do you have secret dentist appointments you don't tell me about?” he asked angrily, “And have you been seeing another dentist? I called up Dr. Benz's secretary and she said that you weren't due for another check up for six months.”
Jemaine looked at Bret with an unreadable expression.
“I wasn't at the dentist's,” he admitted quietly.
“Why did you leave me alone with Murray then? I had to spend forty five minutes with him inventing an imaginary abscess to cover for you. And umf!”
Jemaine had walked towards him, covering the distance in a few long strides, and crushed Bret's lips to his own. He cupped Bret's face gently and stroked his cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. Bret couldn't move, he was frozen in place.
Jemaine dropped his hands and stepped away from him with a mumbled, “sorry.” Bret launched himself at Jemaine suddenly, kissing him hard on the mouth. He broke the kiss and stood close, his face centimetres from Jemaine's, with his eyes screwed shut. Jemaine could feel every one of his shaky breaths against his lips.
He leaned forward and kissed Bret again softly, running the tip of his tongue along Bret's lower lip. Bret opened his mouth to allow the kiss to deepen. Jemaine moaned into his mouth and the sound made Bret's knees buckle. Jemaine's arms were suddenly around him holding him upright against his body. The contact made both of them gasp slightly.
They stayed like this, propping each other up and kissing, for several minutes, before they broke apart from each other softly. Bret rested his forehead against Jemaine's shoulder and Jemaine petted his hair while they breathed heavily and went over what had just happened in their heads.
“You kissed me,” Jemaine said softly.
“You started it,” Bret protested weakly.
“Dave said that I should,” Jemaine said.
“What?” Bret turned his face from the crook of Jemaine's neck to look him in the eye.
Jemaine blushed and looked away before replying.
“I was jealous of you talking about him, so I went to see him. I'm not sure how that worked out in my head exactly, but it seemed quite sensible at the time. He said that you wanted me to kiss you.”
This was almost true, Jemaine didn't feel comfortable telling Bret what Dave had really said, just yet.
Bret looked at him and gently laid his hand against Jemaine's face. His eyes were so wide and sparkly, like a baby seal. Or a giraffe. Jemaine stopped thinking up animal similes when Bret pressed his soft lips to his again.
“It. Was always. You,” said Bret, punctuating his words with kisses.
“I know that this is something that I should really be saying later on, when we've been doing this for at least a few weeks, but I love you,” Jemaine said around Bret's mouth.
Bret purred and slipped his tongue into Jemaine's open mouth. It was strange and new and wonderful. Why hadn't they done this ages ago?
“I love you so much,” Bret whispered against his lips, “I want you so bad.”
Ah, this was where Jemaine's brain ran into trouble and all of a sudden he felt fourteen years old, all over again. He knew that he wanted to do something and that he wanted to do whatever it was very badly. But, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was.
Bumming. How did that work? Did they take turns at being the bummer and bumee, or did they have to do it the same way each time. Then there was the question of blowjobs... he knew how to receive one, but the thought of giving one just confused him. He wished he'd paid more attention to the mechanics of it in the past, instead of just selfishly enjoying the results that they yielded.
“I want to... but I don't know what to do,” Jemaine admitted shamefacedly, “Can we do some research first?”
Bret broke away from him anxiously.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
Jemaine looked at that face and he just couldn't bring himself to say yes.
“Just... slowly,” he said awkwardly.
Bret nodded seriously and started to take off Jemaine's shirt.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
Jemaine received no answer and his shirt was thrown unceremoniously on the ground. Bret pulled his own t-shirt over his head and started to kick off his shoes and socks. Jemaine fumbled with the flies of his jeans and pulled them off clumsily and then tripped over his shoes. Bret looked at him and laughed gently.
“I didn't think you really did that,” he smiled and kissed Jemaine again.
“Yeah, well...” Jemaine started mumbling incomprehensibly while staring at the ground.
Bret kissed him and the world slowly slipped away.