Fic: Tim/Don
Day 12 - cross-posted to mmom
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (the movies)
Pairing: Don Strachey/Tim Callahan
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Wanking implied
Spoilers: None
Words: 375
Summary: Tim is surprised at the lessons Don teaches him.
It's New, This Thing of Ours
Tim rubs a towel through his hair and hangs it back neatly on the rack and opens the bathroom door to help clear out some of the steam. Tim smiles at the soft sounds of Don's breath from the other room. He's glad Don's home, safe and sound. Admittedly, they've only just moved in together, but Tim feels very protective of Don - and he already misses Don more than he expected to when Don's away for a night or two.
The sounds from the bedroom start to get louder though, and Tim's brow wrinkles. What is Don doing? Surely not...
Tim pokes his head through the door and he can clearly see that Donald is. Don's hand makes the sheets and comforter wobble up and down like a wave, his eyes closed in bliss.
Tim's first feeling is rejection; he's only been in the shower maybe fifteen minutes at the most. Don couldn't have waited? Tim's next feeling is confusion. Why couldn't he have waited? Is he just warming up, so to speak? It surprises Tim that something as simple as Don jerking off could give Tim a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach like this. It shouldn't be so bad. Or bad at all...
There's a strange but less cold feeling in his stomach when he finally comes to a more likely conclusion.
Tim pads back into their bedroom in his bathrobe and he knows Don can feel the dip of the bed at Tim's weight. His hand slows and he looks at Tim, a blush curling up his cheeks. Tim's hand is already snaking under the covers, gently pushing Don's hand away.
"You don't have to do this any more. I'm here and I'm going to take care of you Donald Strachey, whether you believe that or not," Tim murmurs. "I'm not leaving, I'm not abandoning you and this," Tim gives a squeeze, "is mine. Like the rest of you."
Donald seems to take all that in for a moment, Tim still managing to pull a moan from his lips. "What if I just like doing it?"
"Hmm, then I suppose I'll have to see if I like to watch," Tim grins, leaning in and kissing Donald long and slow.
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (the movies)
Pairing: Don Strachey/Tim Callahan
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Wanking implied
Spoilers: None
Words: 375
Summary: Tim is surprised at the lessons Don teaches him.
It's New, This Thing of Ours
Tim rubs a towel through his hair and hangs it back neatly on the rack and opens the bathroom door to help clear out some of the steam. Tim smiles at the soft sounds of Don's breath from the other room. He's glad Don's home, safe and sound. Admittedly, they've only just moved in together, but Tim feels very protective of Don - and he already misses Don more than he expected to when Don's away for a night or two.
The sounds from the bedroom start to get louder though, and Tim's brow wrinkles. What is Don doing? Surely not...
Tim pokes his head through the door and he can clearly see that Donald is. Don's hand makes the sheets and comforter wobble up and down like a wave, his eyes closed in bliss.
Tim's first feeling is rejection; he's only been in the shower maybe fifteen minutes at the most. Don couldn't have waited? Tim's next feeling is confusion. Why couldn't he have waited? Is he just warming up, so to speak? It surprises Tim that something as simple as Don jerking off could give Tim a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach like this. It shouldn't be so bad. Or bad at all...
There's a strange but less cold feeling in his stomach when he finally comes to a more likely conclusion.
Tim pads back into their bedroom in his bathrobe and he knows Don can feel the dip of the bed at Tim's weight. His hand slows and he looks at Tim, a blush curling up his cheeks. Tim's hand is already snaking under the covers, gently pushing Don's hand away.
"You don't have to do this any more. I'm here and I'm going to take care of you Donald Strachey, whether you believe that or not," Tim murmurs. "I'm not leaving, I'm not abandoning you and this," Tim gives a squeeze, "is mine. Like the rest of you."
Donald seems to take all that in for a moment, Tim still managing to pull a moan from his lips. "What if I just like doing it?"
"Hmm, then I suppose I'll have to see if I like to watch," Tim grins, leaning in and kissing Donald long and slow.