Right Here
Title: Right Here
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Julian KellerxVictor Borkowski
Prompt: 79. When
Word Count: 256
Rating: PG-13/R-ish
Summary: It’s their own place.
Author's Notes: Just some fluff because I’ve been rather mean to Victor lately. I own nothing.
The apartment was dinky and smelled a little like kitty litter, but it was all theirs. It was well away from the Institute, where everyone was always in everyone else’s business, and where privacy was nearly impossible to find.
That they now had some privacy was something Julian fully intended to take advantage of. He had Victor on top of the cracked formica of the kitchen counter before the other man could even utter a protest. He wedged himself between Victor’s legs, his hands sliding up Victor’s thighs. "You are so hot," the telekinetic purred, nuzzling the side of Vic’s neck.
"That’s because the air conditioning doesn’t work," Victor laughed softly, his hands creeping into Julian’s hair. He let out a breathy sigh and tilted his head back as Julian nibbled on his neck. "I’m sweaty."
"Vic, you have not yet begun to sweat." Julian slid a hand under Victor’s shirt, pinching a dark green nipple before sliding down the back of the reptilian mutant’s jeans. "I’ve finally got you all to myself, and I’m going to take advantage of that before some idiot with aspirations of global domination or genocide shows up."
"What, now?" Victor teased, licking his lips.
"Now. Here." Julian have Victor’s pants down around his knees before he finished speaking.
"Here’s good," Victor agreed.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Julian KellerxVictor Borkowski
Prompt: 79. When
Word Count: 256
Rating: PG-13/R-ish
Summary: It’s their own place.
Author's Notes: Just some fluff because I’ve been rather mean to Victor lately. I own nothing.
The apartment was dinky and smelled a little like kitty litter, but it was all theirs. It was well away from the Institute, where everyone was always in everyone else’s business, and where privacy was nearly impossible to find.
That they now had some privacy was something Julian fully intended to take advantage of. He had Victor on top of the cracked formica of the kitchen counter before the other man could even utter a protest. He wedged himself between Victor’s legs, his hands sliding up Victor’s thighs. "You are so hot," the telekinetic purred, nuzzling the side of Vic’s neck.
"That’s because the air conditioning doesn’t work," Victor laughed softly, his hands creeping into Julian’s hair. He let out a breathy sigh and tilted his head back as Julian nibbled on his neck. "I’m sweaty."
"Vic, you have not yet begun to sweat." Julian slid a hand under Victor’s shirt, pinching a dark green nipple before sliding down the back of the reptilian mutant’s jeans. "I’ve finally got you all to myself, and I’m going to take advantage of that before some idiot with aspirations of global domination or genocide shows up."
"What, now?" Victor teased, licking his lips.
"Now. Here." Julian have Victor’s pants down around his knees before he finished speaking.
"Here’s good," Victor agreed.