Fic: MMOM11 Day2, Things we Learn, The Listener, Toby/Oz, R
Title: MMOM2011 - Day 02 - Things we Learn
Author: Beren
Fandom: The Listener
Pairing: Toby/Oz (pre-slash)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations from the Listener TV show. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: semi-explicit sex
Summary: Oz thinks loudly and Toby usually tries to ignore it. When Oz is staying over on the couch Toby gets more of a mindful than he was expecting.
Author's Notes: Well I said I would write Listener fic, so here's my first attempt :). Thanks to Soph for the beta.
Word Count: 1,430
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Discretion was something Toby understood well. If you were a telepath it was kind of essential if you didn't want to freak out your friends. He got reads off people all the time when he didn't mean to and he had a mental filter where he tried to simply ignore anything he learned. As long as he wasn't concentrating many things were confused and vague so he didn't often have much trouble, but then there was Oz. Oz had a tendency to think really loudly and often very specifically. Toby knew far more about Oz's sex life than he really wanted to and he had to do a lot of pretending he didn't. Since Sandy and Oz had started having sex it was even harder.
When they were working he had taken to distracting himself whenever Oz's mind wandered and he couldn't help but pick it up. When they just hung out together he took refuge in talking and that worked most of the time, but not when he was trying to sleep. Oz had come over to play cards and they had both drunk a little too much and Oz was now supposed to be sleeping on his couch, only Oz wasn't sleeping.
Toby was beginning to wish he had a sign up saying 'Hello, telepath living here'.
Oz had had the decency to wait until he thought Toby was asleep, but Toby could never sleep until anyone staying with him had dropped off first. In hotels he was okay, but he just had a weird sleepover thing. The moment Oz had thought Toby was asleep, Oz had shoved a hand in his shorts. Clearly Oz was missing Sandy, because Toby had picked up a very clear mental image.
Toby had tried every distraction technique and mental block he knew to try to keep Oz out of his head, but Oz was very focused and doing the equivalent of shouting through a loud hailer. Since shoving his head under a pillow really didn't remotely help, Toby sighed and rolled onto his back, giving up and allowing the mental images in. It wasn't as if it was his fault and he just knew that Oz was not going to be able to sleep until Oz was satisfied. Short of drugging his friend or putting them both in a very awkward position there was nothing he could do.
He was getting a mixture of Oz's mental fantasy and the physical reactions going through his friend, which had a very distinct effect on his body. It almost felt like a betrayal as his cock hardened, almost. Sandy wasn't really his type; she was attractive, but he'd never really felt that pull that Oz had really bad. That didn't stop the mental image of her on her knees, mouth wrapped around cock being very arousing, however.
It was like watching porn, in that it was Oz's fantasy and hence perfect, and Toby finally gave in completely and shoved his hand down his own shorts. A little corner of his brain was appalled at his reaction, but most of him was far more practical than that and he sighed quietly as he wrapped his fingers around his eager cock. At least once they were done he would get a good night's sleep.
For a while he stroked himself in time with Oz, just floating along and allowing his body to react how it wanted to. He could feel the initial urgency leaving his friend as Oz sank into the comfortable, enjoyment stage. In fact it was so comfortable that it took Toby a while to realise that it was a bit too comfortable. Oz seemed to be losing the momentum, which was a bit of a passion killer. What he didn't expect was the sudden mental change and when Sandy changed to Michelle in Oz's head Toby almost laughed out loud.
People could not be held responsible for their mental fantasies; it was something Toby had learned early on, but he had had no idea Oz ever thought of Michelle like that. Admittedly, Toby could see the appeal and he felt he cock jump at the new mental input. He settled in for the ride without guilt, hoping that Oz would get off soon, so he could get off as well.
Clearly, however, Michelle was not right for the moment as far as Oz was concerned, because she vanished pretty quickly. The person that replaced her, riding Oz's mental construction of himself, almost had Toby throwing off the covers and marching into the living room to demand what the hell Oz thought he was doing. It was only a very sharp mental reminder to himself that fantasies were just that which stopped him. Michelle had been replaced by Liv and, although they were no longer an item, Toby couldn't help feeling protective.
He was kind of glad when he realised that that mental image wasn't doing it for Oz either. He heard a sigh from the other room and wondered if Oz was going to give up, but it soon became apparent that Oz was not a quitter. For a while Oz went for simple physical stimulation, chasing an orgasm on the purely physical level and it seemed to be working. Now Toby was picking up mostly mental reactions to the physical, which was easier to deal with and he could feel his own body responding nicely.
Oz was almost there, he could tell, but the alcohol seemed to be just keeping his friend off the edge. It was frustrating and Toby felt like yelling at Oz to just get the hell on with it or go to sleep. Now that he was tuned in there was no way Toby could get off without Oz going first or simply giving up. When Oz finally resorted to a new mental image, Toby was so shocked he stopped moving completely.
This time it wasn't a woman using her body to pleasure Oz, it was Oz using his to pleasure someone else. The biggest shock was that the someone else was male. Oz was imagining sucking cock. Toby was totally on board with that, because his unique outlook on life had opened him to the possibility of bisexual relations at an early age; he'd just never, ever suspected Oz was interested in men.
It appeared that that was what Oz used when he needed that extra something, because Toby felt Oz reaching for the edge.
It was when Oz looked up in his fantasy to reveal who his male partner was that Toby had the final shock. As Oz reached orgasm at last Toby was left with a mental image that completely short circuited his brain and had him coming as well without so much as moving his hand again. Looking down at Oz in Oz's head was him and the rush that caused in Oz literally blew Toby's mind.
He didn't even really register his own orgasm as his body reacted, but his mind remained stunned. In the living room he could hear Oz moving around, probably cleaning himself up, and then settling down to sleep, but Toby just lay there.
Of course he had caught the odd mental undressing moment from other people in the past, but he'd never read anything like that from someone who wasn't a lover. For long minutes he had no idea what to do. It wasn't just the fact that Oz had a fantasy of him either; it was the strength of that fantasy. He hadn't picked up the slightest hint from Oz over the years they had known each other, which meant Oz had it very well buried, but it had been so overwhelming.
He tried to tell himself it was just a game, a mental construct of Oz's, but that didn't ring true. Reaching out, he picked a Kleenex from the box on his bedside table and cleaned himself up, doing his best to give himself time to process what had just happened. This was not just a random grab for something to get off on, he knew it; it had felt as familiar as the image of Sandy and it was not something he could unlearn. Rolling over, he pulled the cover up to his shoulder and willed his body to relax. The image would not leave his head, going round and round even as he felt Oz drift off to sleep in the next room.
Eventually he had to admit one thing to himself: the reason he could not forget was he liked it.
The End
Author: Beren
Fandom: The Listener
Pairing: Toby/Oz (pre-slash)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations from the Listener TV show. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: semi-explicit sex
Summary: Oz thinks loudly and Toby usually tries to ignore it. When Oz is staying over on the couch Toby gets more of a mindful than he was expecting.
Author's Notes: Well I said I would write Listener fic, so here's my first attempt :). Thanks to Soph for the beta.
Word Count: 1,430
My Fanfic Listings (LJ) | My Fanfic Listings (DreamW)
Discretion was something Toby understood well. If you were a telepath it was kind of essential if you didn't want to freak out your friends. He got reads off people all the time when he didn't mean to and he had a mental filter where he tried to simply ignore anything he learned. As long as he wasn't concentrating many things were confused and vague so he didn't often have much trouble, but then there was Oz. Oz had a tendency to think really loudly and often very specifically. Toby knew far more about Oz's sex life than he really wanted to and he had to do a lot of pretending he didn't. Since Sandy and Oz had started having sex it was even harder.
When they were working he had taken to distracting himself whenever Oz's mind wandered and he couldn't help but pick it up. When they just hung out together he took refuge in talking and that worked most of the time, but not when he was trying to sleep. Oz had come over to play cards and they had both drunk a little too much and Oz was now supposed to be sleeping on his couch, only Oz wasn't sleeping.
Toby was beginning to wish he had a sign up saying 'Hello, telepath living here'.
Oz had had the decency to wait until he thought Toby was asleep, but Toby could never sleep until anyone staying with him had dropped off first. In hotels he was okay, but he just had a weird sleepover thing. The moment Oz had thought Toby was asleep, Oz had shoved a hand in his shorts. Clearly Oz was missing Sandy, because Toby had picked up a very clear mental image.
Toby had tried every distraction technique and mental block he knew to try to keep Oz out of his head, but Oz was very focused and doing the equivalent of shouting through a loud hailer. Since shoving his head under a pillow really didn't remotely help, Toby sighed and rolled onto his back, giving up and allowing the mental images in. It wasn't as if it was his fault and he just knew that Oz was not going to be able to sleep until Oz was satisfied. Short of drugging his friend or putting them both in a very awkward position there was nothing he could do.
He was getting a mixture of Oz's mental fantasy and the physical reactions going through his friend, which had a very distinct effect on his body. It almost felt like a betrayal as his cock hardened, almost. Sandy wasn't really his type; she was attractive, but he'd never really felt that pull that Oz had really bad. That didn't stop the mental image of her on her knees, mouth wrapped around cock being very arousing, however.
It was like watching porn, in that it was Oz's fantasy and hence perfect, and Toby finally gave in completely and shoved his hand down his own shorts. A little corner of his brain was appalled at his reaction, but most of him was far more practical than that and he sighed quietly as he wrapped his fingers around his eager cock. At least once they were done he would get a good night's sleep.
For a while he stroked himself in time with Oz, just floating along and allowing his body to react how it wanted to. He could feel the initial urgency leaving his friend as Oz sank into the comfortable, enjoyment stage. In fact it was so comfortable that it took Toby a while to realise that it was a bit too comfortable. Oz seemed to be losing the momentum, which was a bit of a passion killer. What he didn't expect was the sudden mental change and when Sandy changed to Michelle in Oz's head Toby almost laughed out loud.
People could not be held responsible for their mental fantasies; it was something Toby had learned early on, but he had had no idea Oz ever thought of Michelle like that. Admittedly, Toby could see the appeal and he felt he cock jump at the new mental input. He settled in for the ride without guilt, hoping that Oz would get off soon, so he could get off as well.
Clearly, however, Michelle was not right for the moment as far as Oz was concerned, because she vanished pretty quickly. The person that replaced her, riding Oz's mental construction of himself, almost had Toby throwing off the covers and marching into the living room to demand what the hell Oz thought he was doing. It was only a very sharp mental reminder to himself that fantasies were just that which stopped him. Michelle had been replaced by Liv and, although they were no longer an item, Toby couldn't help feeling protective.
He was kind of glad when he realised that that mental image wasn't doing it for Oz either. He heard a sigh from the other room and wondered if Oz was going to give up, but it soon became apparent that Oz was not a quitter. For a while Oz went for simple physical stimulation, chasing an orgasm on the purely physical level and it seemed to be working. Now Toby was picking up mostly mental reactions to the physical, which was easier to deal with and he could feel his own body responding nicely.
Oz was almost there, he could tell, but the alcohol seemed to be just keeping his friend off the edge. It was frustrating and Toby felt like yelling at Oz to just get the hell on with it or go to sleep. Now that he was tuned in there was no way Toby could get off without Oz going first or simply giving up. When Oz finally resorted to a new mental image, Toby was so shocked he stopped moving completely.
This time it wasn't a woman using her body to pleasure Oz, it was Oz using his to pleasure someone else. The biggest shock was that the someone else was male. Oz was imagining sucking cock. Toby was totally on board with that, because his unique outlook on life had opened him to the possibility of bisexual relations at an early age; he'd just never, ever suspected Oz was interested in men.
It appeared that that was what Oz used when he needed that extra something, because Toby felt Oz reaching for the edge.
It was when Oz looked up in his fantasy to reveal who his male partner was that Toby had the final shock. As Oz reached orgasm at last Toby was left with a mental image that completely short circuited his brain and had him coming as well without so much as moving his hand again. Looking down at Oz in Oz's head was him and the rush that caused in Oz literally blew Toby's mind.
He didn't even really register his own orgasm as his body reacted, but his mind remained stunned. In the living room he could hear Oz moving around, probably cleaning himself up, and then settling down to sleep, but Toby just lay there.
Of course he had caught the odd mental undressing moment from other people in the past, but he'd never read anything like that from someone who wasn't a lover. For long minutes he had no idea what to do. It wasn't just the fact that Oz had a fantasy of him either; it was the strength of that fantasy. He hadn't picked up the slightest hint from Oz over the years they had known each other, which meant Oz had it very well buried, but it had been so overwhelming.
He tried to tell himself it was just a game, a mental construct of Oz's, but that didn't ring true. Reaching out, he picked a Kleenex from the box on his bedside table and cleaned himself up, doing his best to give himself time to process what had just happened. This was not just a random grab for something to get off on, he knew it; it had felt as familiar as the image of Sandy and it was not something he could unlearn. Rolling over, he pulled the cover up to his shoulder and willed his body to relax. The image would not leave his head, going round and round even as he felt Oz drift off to sleep in the next room.
Eventually he had to admit one thing to himself: the reason he could not forget was he liked it.
The End