Couples Therapy 9.2 Post-coital discussions - What are yours about?
Muse: Doug Ramsey / Cypher
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 657
Partner: John Allerdyce (john_ispyro
Note: A continuation of John's post on the same subject. Contains adult content.
"Sexual fantasies, Doug. This is the sort of thing a boyfriend should know, right?" John echoed, and smirked at him. "Your turn to fess up, babe."
Doug was still a little preoccupied with the idea of a threesome, since John had brought it up, and how on earth the logistics might work. Sure, he could see that that went in there, but wasn't it a bit uncomfortable? How did you get a rhythm going? What if the people were of different heights? And then he had got the image in his head of that circle game where everyone sits on the lap of the person behind them...
And before long he realised that he had been staring into space for a good couple of minutes. He realised this mostly because John was waving a hand in front of his eyes and poking him with his big toe.
"What? Oh," Doug said. "Well, I'd have to say there are two big ones." He manfully ignored the way John purposefully eyed both of their crotches as he said that. "Nothing really complicated, you know. Nothing with other people or anything that would need you to wear a rubber mask."
John rolled his eyes. "Good, because I was beginning to wonder if you had a superhero fetish."
"There is no way I could have a superhero fetish after smelling the X-Men's uniforms after a battle. Cyclops has serious BO issues, man. And Storm? I'm not even starting on that lady's issues."
A pause. John took a breath. "Why were you...?" he started, but stopped himself and waved a hand. This was Doug after all. "Okay, fine, go on."
Doug beamed. "Well, I don't have a superhero fetish, but I do have a bit of a Danger Room fetish. There's no way you can spend your teenage years watching hot guys like Bobby Drake and Peter Rasputin beat each other up wearing tight leather and not associate it with sexual gratification. I mean, seriously."
"You want me to wear tight leather and beat up robots in the Danger Room?" John asked, deliberately enunciating every single word so that there could be no question about what Doug was asking.
"Yes! I mean, no!" Doug sighed and reached down to pull a blanket over them both. It was getting chilly now that they weren't working up a sweat. "I sort of dig the mortal peril and the adrenalin rush and being all heroic. Very sexy. But, you know, ideally without real mortal peril, because ending up in the ER is really not cool, especially if you have to explain why you're wearing a leather costume with Xs all over it."
"Uh huh," John said, digesting this. "Tell you the truth, Doug, there's way too much real mortal peril in our lives anyway. Maybe we can save that fantasy for when we're middle-aged and bored and the most exciting thing in our lives is mowing the lawn?"
Doug mock-frowned at him. "Mowing the lawn is totally exciting. But, yeah, okay. I see your point. So the other fantasy..."
"There's more?"
"I said two!" Doug reminded him. "It's sort of related, actually. But no costumes, I swear! I even had a dream about this one. You know that time we had sex in the barn near the Xavier estate? The place we used to play poker in the summer? Well I really liked that, getting all sweaty and dirty and with hay sticking to us and stuff. Except there was something missing."
"Latex?"
Doug elbowed him. "Nooo. The hot soapy shower afterwards when we clean each other up."
Well. That's a relief. "So what you're saying," John said, "is that you want us to have sex and get all hot and sweaty and messy, and then have a shower?"
"Well..." Doug thought back over what he had said. "Pretty much."
"And didn't we just have sex?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"And aren't we hot and sweaty and kind of messy?"
Doug grinned and threw back the blanket. "Care to meet me in the shower, Mr. Allerdyce?"
"Don't mind if I do, Mr. Ramsey."
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 657
Partner: John Allerdyce (john_ispyro
Note: A continuation of John's post on the same subject. Contains adult content.
"Sexual fantasies, Doug. This is the sort of thing a boyfriend should know, right?" John echoed, and smirked at him. "Your turn to fess up, babe."
Doug was still a little preoccupied with the idea of a threesome, since John had brought it up, and how on earth the logistics might work. Sure, he could see that that went in there, but wasn't it a bit uncomfortable? How did you get a rhythm going? What if the people were of different heights? And then he had got the image in his head of that circle game where everyone sits on the lap of the person behind them...
And before long he realised that he had been staring into space for a good couple of minutes. He realised this mostly because John was waving a hand in front of his eyes and poking him with his big toe.
"What? Oh," Doug said. "Well, I'd have to say there are two big ones." He manfully ignored the way John purposefully eyed both of their crotches as he said that. "Nothing really complicated, you know. Nothing with other people or anything that would need you to wear a rubber mask."
John rolled his eyes. "Good, because I was beginning to wonder if you had a superhero fetish."
"There is no way I could have a superhero fetish after smelling the X-Men's uniforms after a battle. Cyclops has serious BO issues, man. And Storm? I'm not even starting on that lady's issues."
A pause. John took a breath. "Why were you...?" he started, but stopped himself and waved a hand. This was Doug after all. "Okay, fine, go on."
Doug beamed. "Well, I don't have a superhero fetish, but I do have a bit of a Danger Room fetish. There's no way you can spend your teenage years watching hot guys like Bobby Drake and Peter Rasputin beat each other up wearing tight leather and not associate it with sexual gratification. I mean, seriously."
"You want me to wear tight leather and beat up robots in the Danger Room?" John asked, deliberately enunciating every single word so that there could be no question about what Doug was asking.
"Yes! I mean, no!" Doug sighed and reached down to pull a blanket over them both. It was getting chilly now that they weren't working up a sweat. "I sort of dig the mortal peril and the adrenalin rush and being all heroic. Very sexy. But, you know, ideally without real mortal peril, because ending up in the ER is really not cool, especially if you have to explain why you're wearing a leather costume with Xs all over it."
"Uh huh," John said, digesting this. "Tell you the truth, Doug, there's way too much real mortal peril in our lives anyway. Maybe we can save that fantasy for when we're middle-aged and bored and the most exciting thing in our lives is mowing the lawn?"
Doug mock-frowned at him. "Mowing the lawn is totally exciting. But, yeah, okay. I see your point. So the other fantasy..."
"There's more?"
"I said two!" Doug reminded him. "It's sort of related, actually. But no costumes, I swear! I even had a dream about this one. You know that time we had sex in the barn near the Xavier estate? The place we used to play poker in the summer? Well I really liked that, getting all sweaty and dirty and with hay sticking to us and stuff. Except there was something missing."
"Latex?"
Doug elbowed him. "Nooo. The hot soapy shower afterwards when we clean each other up."
Well. That's a relief. "So what you're saying," John said, "is that you want us to have sex and get all hot and sweaty and messy, and then have a shower?"
"Well..." Doug thought back over what he had said. "Pretty much."
"And didn't we just have sex?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"And aren't we hot and sweaty and kind of messy?"
Doug grinned and threw back the blanket. "Care to meet me in the shower, Mr. Allerdyce?"
"Don't mind if I do, Mr. Ramsey."