Fic: Strachey Mysteries, Tim/Don
Day 10 - cross-posted to mmom
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (the movies)
Pairing: Don Strachey/Tim Callahan
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Cheesiness at the end.
Spoilers: None
Words: 483
Summary: Tim has his work cut out for him. Thankfully, there are some tasks that are not at all hard to bear.
Touch-starved
When Tim first met Donald, he was...a hard man to get to know.
Scratch that, Donald was still a hard man to get to know. In a more friendly, intimate sense, though, it was hard to get close to Don. Little, friendly touches to his shoulder or back that Tim wouldn't think twice about doing to someone he was dating were somehow a shock to Don.
At first, Timothy thought perhaps Don didn't like being touched, or the little jerks and starts that he tried to disguise somehow meant that he was scared of Tim. But both of those things flew in the face of Donald's whole personality. He touched Tim all the time, he was boisterous, passionate, not frightened or skittish.
The thing was, Tim finally figured out, was that Don was utterly touch-starved. Don lived alone, worked alone, basically, was always alone save for the small contact he got from hunting down suspects, grilling people with questions. Those interactions were filled with more mistrust, suspicion and anger than anything. If Don was ever touched, it was with violence.
Tim didn't know how long this behavior had gone on, and he didn't know if there were things Don did to fill that void - Tim didn't want to think about those things - but it gave him an idea of how to get Don to fall as easily into Tim's touch as Tim did to Don's.
It started out that every time Tim got Don alone, he would get him out of his shirt first. There would still be plenty of making out, but this got Tim immediate access directly to Don's skin. The first few touches each time, Don would involuntarily flinch a little. Then he would be pressing into Tim's touches, often whining when they had to stop.
As things progressed, Tim made sure there were nights where he would strip Donald down, touch him all over - light strokes to his back, caresses to his ass, cupping his jaw and neck in a smooth motion, touches everywhere - before Donald could take things any other direction.
Once Don was used to the touching? He was even more beautiful. His body was practically drawn to Tim's hand. He wanted to be touched more than anything. Yes, they got to messy, wonderful orgasms, but Donald seemed to come alive whenever Tim was touching him. Donald was hungry to be touched and Tim was more than happy to oblige. Tim could never have ignored a need like that.
Often, when Tim was left alone, Don on a stake-out for days or weeks, Tim would think of that time, stroking himself, touching himself as he imagined how Don might have felt, greedy and aching just for the smallest touch, the tiniest indication of affection. Tim would smile as he came, relieved to know that he'd done that. He'd climbed the mountain and shown Donald love.
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (the movies)
Pairing: Don Strachey/Tim Callahan
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Cheesiness at the end.
Spoilers: None
Words: 483
Summary: Tim has his work cut out for him. Thankfully, there are some tasks that are not at all hard to bear.
Touch-starved
When Tim first met Donald, he was...a hard man to get to know.
Scratch that, Donald was still a hard man to get to know. In a more friendly, intimate sense, though, it was hard to get close to Don. Little, friendly touches to his shoulder or back that Tim wouldn't think twice about doing to someone he was dating were somehow a shock to Don.
At first, Timothy thought perhaps Don didn't like being touched, or the little jerks and starts that he tried to disguise somehow meant that he was scared of Tim. But both of those things flew in the face of Donald's whole personality. He touched Tim all the time, he was boisterous, passionate, not frightened or skittish.
The thing was, Tim finally figured out, was that Don was utterly touch-starved. Don lived alone, worked alone, basically, was always alone save for the small contact he got from hunting down suspects, grilling people with questions. Those interactions were filled with more mistrust, suspicion and anger than anything. If Don was ever touched, it was with violence.
Tim didn't know how long this behavior had gone on, and he didn't know if there were things Don did to fill that void - Tim didn't want to think about those things - but it gave him an idea of how to get Don to fall as easily into Tim's touch as Tim did to Don's.
It started out that every time Tim got Don alone, he would get him out of his shirt first. There would still be plenty of making out, but this got Tim immediate access directly to Don's skin. The first few touches each time, Don would involuntarily flinch a little. Then he would be pressing into Tim's touches, often whining when they had to stop.
As things progressed, Tim made sure there were nights where he would strip Donald down, touch him all over - light strokes to his back, caresses to his ass, cupping his jaw and neck in a smooth motion, touches everywhere - before Donald could take things any other direction.
Once Don was used to the touching? He was even more beautiful. His body was practically drawn to Tim's hand. He wanted to be touched more than anything. Yes, they got to messy, wonderful orgasms, but Donald seemed to come alive whenever Tim was touching him. Donald was hungry to be touched and Tim was more than happy to oblige. Tim could never have ignored a need like that.
Often, when Tim was left alone, Don on a stake-out for days or weeks, Tim would think of that time, stroking himself, touching himself as he imagined how Don might have felt, greedy and aching just for the smallest touch, the tiniest indication of affection. Tim would smile as he came, relieved to know that he'd done that. He'd climbed the mountain and shown Donald love.