From the way-defunct Gintama Kink Meme
Updating some things around here and remembered this little thing I wrote for the way-old, way-dead Gintama Kink Meme. Or maybe I just wanted it to look like I'm still writing, and that I'm writing something besides Saiyuki...
Anyways, this was written/posted anonymously back in November of '08.
Author: brainfuneral
Pairing: Gintoki/Shinpachi (It's difficult to argue that this is really NOT a pairing I support considering that I now have two GinShin fics on this LJ...)
Rating: R - Not Safe for Work
Summary: Original prompt: "GINTOKI/SHINPACHI: It's a cold night and Kagura's stolen all the blankets."
Warning: Shinpachi is how old? Definitely underage, so warnings for a teenager in bed with an old man Gintoki.
"What the hell? What are you doing in here? Shinpachi? Gin-chan is sleeping, go away."
"But Gin-saaaaaan, it's cold! Kagura took all the blankets into the closet and when I tried to get one, she kicked me in the face. I'm lucky I wasn't wearing my glasses." Shinpachi pressed himself against Gintoki's warm back, curling around the older man. He sighed and breathed in Gintoki's scent: Old man and Strawberry Milk. Shinpachi smiled.
"Fine, fine. Whatever. What are you doing here, anyway? Did you finally get over your sister-complex?" Gintoki shifted, settling himself into a spooning position with his young employee.
"Mmm-mm. She's away for the weekend, on a trip with some girls from the nightclub." Shinpachi shivered, and drew closer to Gintoki. He threw an arm loosely around the older man, intertwining his legs with Gintoki's. He felt a shiver go through the man he was wrapped around, and hugged him closer.
“Ah, that so? I hope no one dies in a terrible harpoon-incident.” Gintoki shivered, feeling Shinpachi's warmth at his back. He moved his hips and his ass brushed up against Shinpachi's groin, sending warmth to other parts of Gintoki's body.
“Mmm, that's a terrible thing to say, Gin-san.” Shinpachi moved his hips against Gintoki's backside and felt himself growing hard. “Mmm, Gin-san,” Shinpachi moaned quietly.
“Shinpachi.” Gintoki rolled over and on top of the younger man suddenly, planting his hands to either side of Shinpachi's face. He pinned Shinpachi to the mattress and ground their hips together. Gintoki held the younger man's gaze intently. “Are you getting warmer now?”
Shinpachi closed his eyes and nodded, blushing furiously. He lifted his hips to meet Gintoki's, feeling their erections rubbing together.
“Good. I'm not buying more blankets.” Gintoki lowered his head and sucked on Shinpachi's neck. He reached into Shinpachi's thin sleeping pants. Shinpachi gasped as Gintoki stroked him, thrusting his hips erratically into Gintoki's warm hand.
“Ah, Gin-san!” Shinpachi grasped Gintoki's bare shoulders. He cried out and came, coating Gintoki's hand with fluid. Gintoki continued licking and sucking the smaller man's neck while he came, then reached his hand to his own cock. Lying on top of Shinpachi and stroking himself with wet fingers, Gintoki came, staining his own sleeping pants.
Breathing heavily, Shinpachi sighed and tried to roll over in order to go to the bathroom and clean himself. He found himself stuck underneath a very sticky Gintoki. “Gin-san? We should clean ourselves up, I can bring you a washcloth if you want...”
Gintoki just snored, and started drooling on Shinpachi's shirt.
Anyways, this was written/posted anonymously back in November of '08.
Author: brainfuneral
Pairing: Gintoki/Shinpachi (It's difficult to argue that this is really NOT a pairing I support considering that I now have two GinShin fics on this LJ...)
Rating: R - Not Safe for Work
Summary: Original prompt: "GINTOKI/SHINPACHI: It's a cold night and Kagura's stolen all the blankets."
Warning: Shinpachi is how old? Definitely underage, so warnings for a teenager in bed with an old man Gintoki.
"What the hell? What are you doing in here? Shinpachi? Gin-chan is sleeping, go away."
"But Gin-saaaaaan, it's cold! Kagura took all the blankets into the closet and when I tried to get one, she kicked me in the face. I'm lucky I wasn't wearing my glasses." Shinpachi pressed himself against Gintoki's warm back, curling around the older man. He sighed and breathed in Gintoki's scent: Old man and Strawberry Milk. Shinpachi smiled.
"Fine, fine. Whatever. What are you doing here, anyway? Did you finally get over your sister-complex?" Gintoki shifted, settling himself into a spooning position with his young employee.
"Mmm-mm. She's away for the weekend, on a trip with some girls from the nightclub." Shinpachi shivered, and drew closer to Gintoki. He threw an arm loosely around the older man, intertwining his legs with Gintoki's. He felt a shiver go through the man he was wrapped around, and hugged him closer.
“Ah, that so? I hope no one dies in a terrible harpoon-incident.” Gintoki shivered, feeling Shinpachi's warmth at his back. He moved his hips and his ass brushed up against Shinpachi's groin, sending warmth to other parts of Gintoki's body.
“Mmm, that's a terrible thing to say, Gin-san.” Shinpachi moved his hips against Gintoki's backside and felt himself growing hard. “Mmm, Gin-san,” Shinpachi moaned quietly.
“Shinpachi.” Gintoki rolled over and on top of the younger man suddenly, planting his hands to either side of Shinpachi's face. He pinned Shinpachi to the mattress and ground their hips together. Gintoki held the younger man's gaze intently. “Are you getting warmer now?”
Shinpachi closed his eyes and nodded, blushing furiously. He lifted his hips to meet Gintoki's, feeling their erections rubbing together.
“Good. I'm not buying more blankets.” Gintoki lowered his head and sucked on Shinpachi's neck. He reached into Shinpachi's thin sleeping pants. Shinpachi gasped as Gintoki stroked him, thrusting his hips erratically into Gintoki's warm hand.
“Ah, Gin-san!” Shinpachi grasped Gintoki's bare shoulders. He cried out and came, coating Gintoki's hand with fluid. Gintoki continued licking and sucking the smaller man's neck while he came, then reached his hand to his own cock. Lying on top of Shinpachi and stroking himself with wet fingers, Gintoki came, staining his own sleeping pants.
Breathing heavily, Shinpachi sighed and tried to roll over in order to go to the bathroom and clean himself. He found himself stuck underneath a very sticky Gintoki. “Gin-san? We should clean ourselves up, I can bring you a washcloth if you want...”
Gintoki just snored, and started drooling on Shinpachi's shirt.