Fic: Lectures and Liaisons: Lectern
PERSONAL NOTE for phnx_reader: Mys REALLY doesn’t think you want to read this, but if ya do- I NEVER WANT TO KNOW!!!!!!!!!!
Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Lectures and Liaisons: Lectern
Pairing: Simon/Professor Milton Fine (aka Brainiac)
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretties. One belongs to ppl with fancy lawyers and more money than Midas- namely Millar Gough Ink, Warner Bros. Television, DC Comics, Tollin/Robbins Productions, and the like. The other belongs to Benson Entertainment, Inc, who probably has fancy lawyers even if they don’t have more money than Midas, lol.
Warnings/Squicks: the pairing, smut
Summary: SMUT, pure unvarnished smut
AN1: This goes into the list of ’Things Mys Never Thought She’d Do’, but my Xandra asked and well, yeah, Mys caved. PLEASE don’t hold it against me! *gives dreaded puppy dog eyes*
AN2: As it stands right now this will be a two part fic- it’s smut and it doesn’t matter what you read when, lol.
AN3: This could be pretty easily warped for any pairing you fancy, there’s hardly any dialogue, just lots of sex. Umm, Mys’ll try to put more dialogue in the next bit, besides I think that one is gonna need it, lol.
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Simon stood casually at the rear of the lecture hall, worn denim jeans comfortable and soft as a baby’s security blanket gently hugging his slim hips. His piercing ice blue eyes tracking the commanding figure at the podium.
Professor Milton Fine carried himself with such a confident air that even though he was no taller than Simon, he appeared a larger man. His hair a sandy brown tight against his skull, just long enough to run fingers through.
Soon enough students were filing past Simon, rushing to other classes, jobs, or friends. As the room cleared, he made his way toward the stage, taking a seat in the front row of desks.
The man at the podium continued organizing his papers, seemingly ignoring the quiet young man with snowy blonde hair that fell in inviting waves around his chiselled face.
Once the room was emptied, the large double-doors closing with a resounding click, the professor turned his steely-eyed attention to his visitor.
Automatically, the blonde straightened in his seat, waiting for the darker haired man to speak.
Turning back to his papers, “I see you came.”
The blonde chuckled boyishly, “You knew I would.”
The truth of the statement caused the professor to smile and laugh as he came down from the lectern. “Simon,” he reached out to the blonde, running slim fingers over his fine face. “Come.”
Without hesitation the younger man moved to his lover’s side, allowing the slightly darker man to pull him in for an almost brutal clash of tongues and teeth.
Two sets of hands fumbled over cloth, fighting for contact with smooth flesh. Their need to touch and feel each other escalating exponentially.
Professor Fine shed his blazer, guiding the willing blonde back toward the stage. He slowly unbuttoned Simon’s dress shirt as the younger man went to work on the faded denim concealing the luscious cock he was so eager to taste.
No sooner had the beautiful blue-eyed blonde taken the professor into his hand, then he felt himself pushed back against the podium. His shirt now fully opened and untucked, his pale chest exposed, two rosy nubbins pert and hungry for a lover’s mouth.
Blue eyes, like the deep cobalt of midnight, raked over the masterpiece before him. Soft supple lips pressed a kiss against a pale breast bone, mouth quickly moving to bite a tantalizing nipple.
Simon arched and moaned in pleasure; gasping as deft hands made quick work of his pants.
Warm fingers probed his entrance, while a talented tongue lapped and swirled over his erect nipple.
Pulling back Milton smiled, “You came prepared.”
Simon moaned his affirmation.
“Good boy.” He pumped his fingers hard one last time into the slick and pre-stretched hole then withdrew his hand.
The blonde whimpered in regret; he wanted more. He wanted to be filled.
Before Simon could muster the voice to beg, he was full. Full of a rock hard length splitting him open, burying itself deep within his channel. He could feel the very pulse of the cock inside him, every twitch of muscle as the other man lay sheathed in his body, and he revelled in the rightness of it.
Soon, Milton began thrusting, his movements sure and steady, brushing Simon’s sweet spot with every slam home.
This was about release. A release both men needed and their bodies demanded it. Deep, fast, and harsh were the order of the day.
It was an order Milton Fine had no trouble delivering. As he pounded relentlessly into the young blonde he grabbed Simon’s erection- almost painfully. Two hard strokes and Milton was growling, “Cum for me, boy.” With a final gut wrenching thrust, “Now,” he commanded.
The moment the word left his lover’s mouth, Simon was spurting string after string of gooey ecstasy over both their chests, his beautiful face contorted in a silent, erotic scream. With each blissful spasm, his ass clenched tighter and tighter, until finally pulling Milton’s orgasm from him, as well.
Sharing impassioned kisses, Milton began buttoning Simon’s shirt over the wet sticky mess on his chest and sliding his pants up without giving him the chance to clean himself. As he prepared to leave, the professor looked into the still dazed eyes of his lover, “Tonight. After hours. The Student Union. You owe me a game.”
The chill and promise in the sultry voice sent expectant shiver’s down Simon’s spine, he didn’t know if he could wait until tonight.
Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Lectures and Liaisons: Lectern
Pairing: Simon/Professor Milton Fine (aka Brainiac)
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretties. One belongs to ppl with fancy lawyers and more money than Midas- namely Millar Gough Ink, Warner Bros. Television, DC Comics, Tollin/Robbins Productions, and the like. The other belongs to Benson Entertainment, Inc, who probably has fancy lawyers even if they don’t have more money than Midas, lol.
Warnings/Squicks: the pairing, smut
Summary: SMUT, pure unvarnished smut
AN1: This goes into the list of ’Things Mys Never Thought She’d Do’, but my Xandra asked and well, yeah, Mys caved. PLEASE don’t hold it against me! *gives dreaded puppy dog eyes*
AN2: As it stands right now this will be a two part fic- it’s smut and it doesn’t matter what you read when, lol.
AN3: This could be pretty easily warped for any pairing you fancy, there’s hardly any dialogue, just lots of sex. Umm, Mys’ll try to put more dialogue in the next bit, besides I think that one is gonna need it, lol.
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Simon stood casually at the rear of the lecture hall, worn denim jeans comfortable and soft as a baby’s security blanket gently hugging his slim hips. His piercing ice blue eyes tracking the commanding figure at the podium.
Professor Milton Fine carried himself with such a confident air that even though he was no taller than Simon, he appeared a larger man. His hair a sandy brown tight against his skull, just long enough to run fingers through.
Soon enough students were filing past Simon, rushing to other classes, jobs, or friends. As the room cleared, he made his way toward the stage, taking a seat in the front row of desks.
The man at the podium continued organizing his papers, seemingly ignoring the quiet young man with snowy blonde hair that fell in inviting waves around his chiselled face.
Once the room was emptied, the large double-doors closing with a resounding click, the professor turned his steely-eyed attention to his visitor.
Automatically, the blonde straightened in his seat, waiting for the darker haired man to speak.
Turning back to his papers, “I see you came.”
The blonde chuckled boyishly, “You knew I would.”
The truth of the statement caused the professor to smile and laugh as he came down from the lectern. “Simon,” he reached out to the blonde, running slim fingers over his fine face. “Come.”
Without hesitation the younger man moved to his lover’s side, allowing the slightly darker man to pull him in for an almost brutal clash of tongues and teeth.
Two sets of hands fumbled over cloth, fighting for contact with smooth flesh. Their need to touch and feel each other escalating exponentially.
Professor Fine shed his blazer, guiding the willing blonde back toward the stage. He slowly unbuttoned Simon’s dress shirt as the younger man went to work on the faded denim concealing the luscious cock he was so eager to taste.
No sooner had the beautiful blue-eyed blonde taken the professor into his hand, then he felt himself pushed back against the podium. His shirt now fully opened and untucked, his pale chest exposed, two rosy nubbins pert and hungry for a lover’s mouth.
Blue eyes, like the deep cobalt of midnight, raked over the masterpiece before him. Soft supple lips pressed a kiss against a pale breast bone, mouth quickly moving to bite a tantalizing nipple.
Simon arched and moaned in pleasure; gasping as deft hands made quick work of his pants.
Warm fingers probed his entrance, while a talented tongue lapped and swirled over his erect nipple.
Pulling back Milton smiled, “You came prepared.”
Simon moaned his affirmation.
“Good boy.” He pumped his fingers hard one last time into the slick and pre-stretched hole then withdrew his hand.
The blonde whimpered in regret; he wanted more. He wanted to be filled.
Before Simon could muster the voice to beg, he was full. Full of a rock hard length splitting him open, burying itself deep within his channel. He could feel the very pulse of the cock inside him, every twitch of muscle as the other man lay sheathed in his body, and he revelled in the rightness of it.
Soon, Milton began thrusting, his movements sure and steady, brushing Simon’s sweet spot with every slam home.
This was about release. A release both men needed and their bodies demanded it. Deep, fast, and harsh were the order of the day.
It was an order Milton Fine had no trouble delivering. As he pounded relentlessly into the young blonde he grabbed Simon’s erection- almost painfully. Two hard strokes and Milton was growling, “Cum for me, boy.” With a final gut wrenching thrust, “Now,” he commanded.
The moment the word left his lover’s mouth, Simon was spurting string after string of gooey ecstasy over both their chests, his beautiful face contorted in a silent, erotic scream. With each blissful spasm, his ass clenched tighter and tighter, until finally pulling Milton’s orgasm from him, as well.
Sharing impassioned kisses, Milton began buttoning Simon’s shirt over the wet sticky mess on his chest and sliding his pants up without giving him the chance to clean himself. As he prepared to leave, the professor looked into the still dazed eyes of his lover, “Tonight. After hours. The Student Union. You owe me a game.”
The chill and promise in the sultry voice sent expectant shiver’s down Simon’s spine, he didn’t know if he could wait until tonight.