"Sex," Hardison sits up to catch his breath, "is like a game of chess."
"Wait, wait," Eliot gasps, "What?"
"Chess, you know, with the little pieces and everything?"
"Yes, yes, I know, but why'd you stop sucking my dick for that?"
"Patience is something you never got taught as a child, isn't it?" Hardison asks, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth, getting them sopping wet. "See, everybody likes to think of chess as a game of stopping your opponent before they stop you, but it's not that at all. Deep breath."
Eliot follows orders- gets two fingers in his ass for his trouble. Well, that's exciting.
"The thing is, Chess isn't about stopping your opponent, it's about getting your opponent so wrapped up that he stops himself, and you're just there. It's strategy, turning his defense into his offense, stopping him cold in his tracks."
"That's great, and trust me, once you let me out of these things you can nerd my ears off, I promise, but right now," Eliot pauses, the feeling of Hardison's fingers (holy shit, he didn't know nerds could develop calluses like this and have them feel this good) too much to bear, "Can you just, please, let me come."
"You've been holding back?" Hardison blinks. "Oh, well you could have just asked."
Both fingers seek his prostate, press in right at the most sensitive part, and suddenly it's like Eliot can't control himself, his whole body tightening up as he can't stop coming, like every part of him wants to get into the act.
"Woah, woah there Bronco," Hardison says, as his fingers begin to move, idly circling that little spot like he's trying to drive Eliot up the wall on purpose. He can't control himself, plants his feet square on the table and starts fucking himself on Hardison's fingers, every thrust just right until he's unloading again, his eyelids peeled back and his mouth hanging open. "You're gonna have to stop yanking on those ropes and calm the hell down or else you're going to lose circulation."
"Fuck Circulation, Hardison, don't make me kill you with my legs if you stop," he hisses.
"You act like you've never had your prostate milked before, and you should really start calling me Alec, now that I've seen you come."
"Is that s-" Eliot's coming again, whole body convulsing like a junkie before he melts right into the velvet of Hardison's pool table, unable to move. Alec's hand moves away. "Jesus fuck, what the hell did you do to me."
"Like I said, Sex is like chess," Alec points out, undoing the knots that hold Eliot captive. He looks down at his pool table, now stained with come. "Man, I'm gonna have to spot-treat that."
"You are such a freaking nerd," Eliot groans as he sits up and rubs at his wrists.
"Don't act like you don't love it," Alec snaps, reeling Eliot in for a long, sweet kiss.
Thing is: Eliot really does love it. He loves it so much he's pretty sure it's totally busting up his rep. He's also pretty sure he's not going to be able to bring himself to care, anytime soon.
Re: Part TwocarinascottFebruary 28 2009, 03:22:56 UTC
OMG, so hot! I don't think I've ever read a fic that features prostate milking, and my goodness this was so good! I love Alec/Eliot and I think this is the hottest a/e fic I've read! Great job!
"Wait, wait," Eliot gasps, "What?"
"Chess, you know, with the little pieces and everything?"
"Yes, yes, I know, but why'd you stop sucking my dick for that?"
"Patience is something you never got taught as a child, isn't it?" Hardison asks, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth, getting them sopping wet. "See, everybody likes to think of chess as a game of stopping your opponent before they stop you, but it's not that at all. Deep breath."
Eliot follows orders- gets two fingers in his ass for his trouble. Well, that's exciting.
"The thing is, Chess isn't about stopping your opponent, it's about getting your opponent so wrapped up that he stops himself, and you're just there. It's strategy, turning his defense into his offense, stopping him cold in his tracks."
"That's great, and trust me, once you let me out of these things you can nerd my ears off, I promise, but right now," Eliot pauses, the feeling of Hardison's fingers (holy shit, he didn't know nerds could develop calluses like this and have them feel this good) too much to bear, "Can you just, please, let me come."
"You've been holding back?" Hardison blinks. "Oh, well you could have just asked."
Both fingers seek his prostate, press in right at the most sensitive part, and suddenly it's like Eliot can't control himself, his whole body tightening up as he can't stop coming, like every part of him wants to get into the act.
"Woah, woah there Bronco," Hardison says, as his fingers begin to move, idly circling that little spot like he's trying to drive Eliot up the wall on purpose. He can't control himself, plants his feet square on the table and starts fucking himself on Hardison's fingers, every thrust just right until he's unloading again, his eyelids peeled back and his mouth hanging open. "You're gonna have to stop yanking on those ropes and calm the hell down or else you're going to lose circulation."
"Fuck Circulation, Hardison, don't make me kill you with my legs if you stop," he hisses.
"You act like you've never had your prostate milked before, and you should really start calling me Alec, now that I've seen you come."
"Is that s-" Eliot's coming again, whole body convulsing like a junkie before he melts right into the velvet of Hardison's pool table, unable to move. Alec's hand moves away. "Jesus fuck, what the hell did you do to me."
"Like I said, Sex is like chess," Alec points out, undoing the knots that hold Eliot captive. He looks down at his pool table, now stained with come. "Man, I'm gonna have to spot-treat that."
"You are such a freaking nerd," Eliot groans as he sits up and rubs at his wrists.
"Don't act like you don't love it," Alec snaps, reeling Eliot in for a long, sweet kiss.
Thing is: Eliot really does love it. He loves it so much he's pretty sure it's totally busting up his rep. He's also pretty sure he's not going to be able to bring himself to care, anytime soon.
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OMG, that was awesome! Hot and very much in character. Bravo, you!!
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