[Whitechapel Fanfiction]ChandlerxKent-Autograph
AUTOGRAPH
A Whitechapel fanfic/drabble/thing.
Pairing: Chandler/Kent
Spoilers: Not really. Set in season 4, episode 3 after Chandler’s birthday party. Assumes knowledge of past season/case.
Warnings: Slash, random OOC-ness, PWP-ish, scene fragments, making out and other naughty things.
Disclaimer: Whitechapel and all of its characters belong to ITV. I’m just having a bit of sordid fun as usual.
It was the night of Chandler’s birthday, and for some reason he’d ended up with Kent’s autograph all over him.
Chandler’s apartment was warm yet cosy. A comfortable change, far away from the noisy haze of the teppanyaki.
Kent was slightly hazy too, thanks to the Japanese sake. But he knew he could only blame himself for that.
A click and a shuffle of fabric later, he felt large arms going around him, removing one layer of barbecue-smelling fabric.
He proceeded to do the same until the other’s man evident arousal pushed up against him distracted his planned sequence of actions.
:Thirteen hours ago:
He knew it was a tad bold. He wouldn’t know what his boss would be into, or if he’d even like it. But the packaging was smooth, classy and the more he looked at it, the more he thought about Chandler.
The more he visualised Chandler using it, wearing it…
Having it all over him.
Evenly across his body.
Now that’s an enticing image.
:Now:
He’d had a vision of his boss with layers leaving him. He’d had visions of birthday drinks, noise team mates, exotic food and alcohol-fuelled laughs.
But when he ended up in Chandler’s apartment, he knew nothing came close.
A sudden change in pace, and he caught a glimpse of his DI’s face, so close, and so intimate. It was either that or the amount of sheer lust spilling through his half-lidded piercing blue eyes.
:Twelve hours ago:
There it was, neatly encased in a giftbox, with a hope that his boss would at least appreciate the thought. He dared not to think of Chandler’s upper class taste, perfectly aware that it may be well beyond his finances.
So he settled with that.
Signing his credit card off with an amount he doesn’t usually spend, Kent remembered he’d had to get his boss’ autograph on some pesky paperwork from last night.
:Now:
He’d never imagined Chandler’s large hands would feel like that, soft but snug while holding him, sake-flavoured breaths down his neck, and another layer of fabric fell to the floor.
The only times he’d ever fantasised what his DI’s hands would feel like was when he’d need him to sign off some release form or other boring paperwork. He’d stand patiently across his desk, secretly watching long fingers wrapped tight around a pricy Mont Blanc, gliding smoothly on paper, weaving his mark, his autograph.
He’d thought about how Chandler would work his hands on him, signing his autograph on him, leaving his mark on him…
The last pair of buttons were undone, and Kent more than welcomed the delicious sensation of skin against skin.
A tug, a snap and a tightening grip later, he knew Chandler wanted it just as bad as he did. The older man enveloped him from behind, huddled together in raw, heated passion.
:Three hours ago:
The night was going to end late, a little too late to Chandler’s liking. He’s too familiar with late nights, but tonight he wasn’t on a shift. He was actually out celebrating - or it felt more like his team was celebrating - his birthday.
It wasn’t just the ghost of the past case that was still hanging over his head.
He probably shouldn’t have taken that fortune cookie thing seriously anyway.
And then there was another thing. There was his constable stealing glances at him, his concerned eyes were saying something. Something along the lines of “Are we okay?”
Or maybe more like “Am I good enough?”
But he didn’t want to think about it, not now. It’s supposed to be his birthday, for goodness sake. Fresh start, clean slate.
So when someone in the group suggested they end the night with warm sake, he thought, yeah, why the hell not.
:Now:
If it wasn’t for the sake, he might not have been here now, slightly intoxicated, feverishly wrapping himself around his younger constable against the wall.
His head was tilting back, reaching his shoulders, his naked skin searching for him. Chandler couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of Kent wanting him, drawing ragged breaths, the obscene hissing noise filling up the room.
And then, the autograph happened.
:Two hours ago:
Kent knew he shouldn’t have too much of that foreign brew, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t at least make the effort to prove that he was actually able to hold his liquor.
He’d had a go at Korean soju before, and he survived it. So, he’d thought, how bad could Japanese sake be?
Apparently - although not much different from its Korean counterpart - pretty testing.
Safe to say the drink wasn’t to be taken like a shot the way tequila does.
God, he’d never felt so stupid.
So when his DI appeared out of nowhere while standing in the street, suggesting he came back to his place to recover abit, Kent didn’t say no.
Moreover, the moment Chandler said “I could use some help carrying all these presents,” his mind was already plagued by all the sordid things he wanted to do to his boss.
:Half an hour ago:
Arriving in Chandler’s apartment was abit of a blur, but Kent remembered sitting on his comfortable leather couch, and accepting a mug of green tea.
And then…and then…
“Thank you again for the present, Kent.”
There was silence for what felt like minutes, until he managed to mumble something along the lines of “I’m not sure if it’s quite your thing, Sir, but I hope you’ll like it.”
There was a shuffling sound of cardboard and paper, and…
“I’m just going to…”
“Sure, Sir.”
Within seconds, Chandler disappeared, storing away his stacks of presents.
When he came out, he was straightening his cuffs, as if making sure he’d still looked alright.
Not that his constable would ever think otherwise.
“Kent…”
There was a touch of a hand.
“Sir…”
And then something more.
:Now:
Time rolled still, and the two men enveloped in careless, breathless lust their way well into the night.
Chandler’s mouth was on his neck and one slippery kiss later, Kent reached up further and shoved his lips to his DI’s.
There was a taste of green tea, laced with faint remainders of the sake, but it didn’t stop Kent from savouring it. Chandler tightened his grip around Kent, his arms pulled the younger man closer, as if trying to engulf him.
And then something downed on him and it set him on fire.
Chandler’s strong wrists smelt of Autograph.
“S…Sir…,”Kent managed one breathless syllable amongst the lustful rush.
His boss had put his birthday present on…..for him.
As if responding to Kent, Chandler whispered in his ear, voice low and just as breathless.
“Autograph. Interesting.”
He thought about the possibility of the gift being a loose reference to the whole work thing, whenever Kent had to ask his boss for his autograph for paperwork.
The younger man bit his lip, his nose inhaling the fresh new smell emanating from Chandler’s skin.
“Do you like it, Sir?”
God, it smells so good on him. So, so good…
A half wink formed on Chandler’s face. “You can judge for yourself.”
Autograph.
He’d wanted to land his on the boss.
“Thank you, Kent. It’s very thoughtful of you.”
At least now he’d landed one in a bottle.
“You’re…
…one crashing kiss.
“…very…”
…one tug at another item of clothing.
“…welcome, Sir.”
…one desperate slide of hardness against thighs.
:Twenty minutes later:
Kent was close to naked now, and Chandler had finally managed to guide him to his large bed, with impeccably crisp brown sheets and a faint tinge of something resembling lavender.
But now, there was only Chandler and Chandler around him, he’d desperately pulled him closer, but couldn’t get close enough. His aching erection glided past him, threatening him to come anytime now.
A sudden clinking sound of metal interrupted, while one hand was busy running all over him. Before he knew it, both trousers had slid past, the weight of the belt buckles pulling them down the edge of the bed.
“Sir…”
The smell of the cologne entwined in his DI’s scent was attacking Kent’s olfactory senses mercilessly. Pure lust reached dangerous levels, breaths hitching everytime, a languorous moan forming deep in his throat.
“Kent…”
A hand reached up between his legs and Kent gasped so obscenely, Chandler followed with another hand tangling in his dark curls.
Smelling him, tasting him, feeling him, hearing him, watching him…how he loved having Chandler all over him.
So close now.
Moving down the older man’s broad chest, Kent noticed he’s dabbed some of the perfume there as well.
You smell amazing, Sir…
And then…
A quick decision to cover a nipple with his wet lips later, and the DI started rubbing his own erection against him. Pinning him down with greater force, the feeling of skin against skin had never been so extraordinary…
You feel amazing…
“Ungh…”
Within minutes, the tempo increased, the need to come became more and more desperate, and raging sounds of the bed shaking against the floor followed.
So close now.
Then there was a shot of ecstasy with Kent coming hard and noisy, and his autographed DI’s muffled moans against his shoulders.
And then quiet, with only the sound of their own breathing gradually calming down.
Autograph still floating in the air.
:The morning after:
The first thing both men saw on the bedside table was the black bottle standing elegantly, Autograph inscribed on the streamlined glass.
Kent had never been so proud of his own choice.
He could still smell it on his boss, and all over himself mixed with their other secretions.
There were little words being spoken for the rest of the morning, but when the two men shared a refreshing shower and proceeded to their usual grooming routine, it was Chandler who started.
“Would you like to put it on me, Kent?”
A smile formed on the constable’s face as he grabbed his shirt.
“I’m glad you’re liking your birthday present, Sir.”
He picked up the bottle, pulled the lid off and brought the spray hole close to his nose. That smell will stay with his boss from now on.
Deliciously fresh. But with just enough depth to suit the DI’s character.
“On one condition.”
“Yes?”
This could only end well.
“You have to put them on the exact places I did last night.” Chandler moved closer, bare chest with tiny drips of water still flowing from his neck. “Can you do that?”
Kent thought this was easy.
“Sure, Sir…”
A short spray, and a little rub in his palms saw him working his way to both of Chandler’s wrists, and across the chest just below his neck.
He was just about to set the bottle away when the older man grabbed his wrist.
“You’ve missed a spot.”
Kent’s amber eyes widened. He licked his lips nervously. “Where…Sir?”
A seductive grin formed on Chandler’s face.
“Right…”
His strong hand guided Kent’s down…
“…here…”
…and further down.
-------------------END------------------
Inspired by this thing we saw at our local Marks & Spencer. When we smelt it all we could think of was Chandler.
A Whitechapel fanfic/drabble/thing.
Pairing: Chandler/Kent
Spoilers: Not really. Set in season 4, episode 3 after Chandler’s birthday party. Assumes knowledge of past season/case.
Warnings: Slash, random OOC-ness, PWP-ish, scene fragments, making out and other naughty things.
Disclaimer: Whitechapel and all of its characters belong to ITV. I’m just having a bit of sordid fun as usual.
It was the night of Chandler’s birthday, and for some reason he’d ended up with Kent’s autograph all over him.
Chandler’s apartment was warm yet cosy. A comfortable change, far away from the noisy haze of the teppanyaki.
Kent was slightly hazy too, thanks to the Japanese sake. But he knew he could only blame himself for that.
A click and a shuffle of fabric later, he felt large arms going around him, removing one layer of barbecue-smelling fabric.
He proceeded to do the same until the other’s man evident arousal pushed up against him distracted his planned sequence of actions.
:Thirteen hours ago:
He knew it was a tad bold. He wouldn’t know what his boss would be into, or if he’d even like it. But the packaging was smooth, classy and the more he looked at it, the more he thought about Chandler.
The more he visualised Chandler using it, wearing it…
Having it all over him.
Evenly across his body.
Now that’s an enticing image.
:Now:
He’d had a vision of his boss with layers leaving him. He’d had visions of birthday drinks, noise team mates, exotic food and alcohol-fuelled laughs.
But when he ended up in Chandler’s apartment, he knew nothing came close.
A sudden change in pace, and he caught a glimpse of his DI’s face, so close, and so intimate. It was either that or the amount of sheer lust spilling through his half-lidded piercing blue eyes.
:Twelve hours ago:
There it was, neatly encased in a giftbox, with a hope that his boss would at least appreciate the thought. He dared not to think of Chandler’s upper class taste, perfectly aware that it may be well beyond his finances.
So he settled with that.
Signing his credit card off with an amount he doesn’t usually spend, Kent remembered he’d had to get his boss’ autograph on some pesky paperwork from last night.
:Now:
He’d never imagined Chandler’s large hands would feel like that, soft but snug while holding him, sake-flavoured breaths down his neck, and another layer of fabric fell to the floor.
The only times he’d ever fantasised what his DI’s hands would feel like was when he’d need him to sign off some release form or other boring paperwork. He’d stand patiently across his desk, secretly watching long fingers wrapped tight around a pricy Mont Blanc, gliding smoothly on paper, weaving his mark, his autograph.
He’d thought about how Chandler would work his hands on him, signing his autograph on him, leaving his mark on him…
The last pair of buttons were undone, and Kent more than welcomed the delicious sensation of skin against skin.
A tug, a snap and a tightening grip later, he knew Chandler wanted it just as bad as he did. The older man enveloped him from behind, huddled together in raw, heated passion.
:Three hours ago:
The night was going to end late, a little too late to Chandler’s liking. He’s too familiar with late nights, but tonight he wasn’t on a shift. He was actually out celebrating - or it felt more like his team was celebrating - his birthday.
It wasn’t just the ghost of the past case that was still hanging over his head.
He probably shouldn’t have taken that fortune cookie thing seriously anyway.
And then there was another thing. There was his constable stealing glances at him, his concerned eyes were saying something. Something along the lines of “Are we okay?”
Or maybe more like “Am I good enough?”
But he didn’t want to think about it, not now. It’s supposed to be his birthday, for goodness sake. Fresh start, clean slate.
So when someone in the group suggested they end the night with warm sake, he thought, yeah, why the hell not.
:Now:
If it wasn’t for the sake, he might not have been here now, slightly intoxicated, feverishly wrapping himself around his younger constable against the wall.
His head was tilting back, reaching his shoulders, his naked skin searching for him. Chandler couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of Kent wanting him, drawing ragged breaths, the obscene hissing noise filling up the room.
And then, the autograph happened.
:Two hours ago:
Kent knew he shouldn’t have too much of that foreign brew, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t at least make the effort to prove that he was actually able to hold his liquor.
He’d had a go at Korean soju before, and he survived it. So, he’d thought, how bad could Japanese sake be?
Apparently - although not much different from its Korean counterpart - pretty testing.
Safe to say the drink wasn’t to be taken like a shot the way tequila does.
God, he’d never felt so stupid.
So when his DI appeared out of nowhere while standing in the street, suggesting he came back to his place to recover abit, Kent didn’t say no.
Moreover, the moment Chandler said “I could use some help carrying all these presents,” his mind was already plagued by all the sordid things he wanted to do to his boss.
:Half an hour ago:
Arriving in Chandler’s apartment was abit of a blur, but Kent remembered sitting on his comfortable leather couch, and accepting a mug of green tea.
And then…and then…
“Thank you again for the present, Kent.”
There was silence for what felt like minutes, until he managed to mumble something along the lines of “I’m not sure if it’s quite your thing, Sir, but I hope you’ll like it.”
There was a shuffling sound of cardboard and paper, and…
“I’m just going to…”
“Sure, Sir.”
Within seconds, Chandler disappeared, storing away his stacks of presents.
When he came out, he was straightening his cuffs, as if making sure he’d still looked alright.
Not that his constable would ever think otherwise.
“Kent…”
There was a touch of a hand.
“Sir…”
And then something more.
:Now:
Time rolled still, and the two men enveloped in careless, breathless lust their way well into the night.
Chandler’s mouth was on his neck and one slippery kiss later, Kent reached up further and shoved his lips to his DI’s.
There was a taste of green tea, laced with faint remainders of the sake, but it didn’t stop Kent from savouring it. Chandler tightened his grip around Kent, his arms pulled the younger man closer, as if trying to engulf him.
And then something downed on him and it set him on fire.
Chandler’s strong wrists smelt of Autograph.
“S…Sir…,”Kent managed one breathless syllable amongst the lustful rush.
His boss had put his birthday present on…..for him.
As if responding to Kent, Chandler whispered in his ear, voice low and just as breathless.
“Autograph. Interesting.”
He thought about the possibility of the gift being a loose reference to the whole work thing, whenever Kent had to ask his boss for his autograph for paperwork.
The younger man bit his lip, his nose inhaling the fresh new smell emanating from Chandler’s skin.
“Do you like it, Sir?”
God, it smells so good on him. So, so good…
A half wink formed on Chandler’s face. “You can judge for yourself.”
Autograph.
He’d wanted to land his on the boss.
“Thank you, Kent. It’s very thoughtful of you.”
At least now he’d landed one in a bottle.
“You’re…
…one crashing kiss.
“…very…”
…one tug at another item of clothing.
“…welcome, Sir.”
…one desperate slide of hardness against thighs.
:Twenty minutes later:
Kent was close to naked now, and Chandler had finally managed to guide him to his large bed, with impeccably crisp brown sheets and a faint tinge of something resembling lavender.
But now, there was only Chandler and Chandler around him, he’d desperately pulled him closer, but couldn’t get close enough. His aching erection glided past him, threatening him to come anytime now.
A sudden clinking sound of metal interrupted, while one hand was busy running all over him. Before he knew it, both trousers had slid past, the weight of the belt buckles pulling them down the edge of the bed.
“Sir…”
The smell of the cologne entwined in his DI’s scent was attacking Kent’s olfactory senses mercilessly. Pure lust reached dangerous levels, breaths hitching everytime, a languorous moan forming deep in his throat.
“Kent…”
A hand reached up between his legs and Kent gasped so obscenely, Chandler followed with another hand tangling in his dark curls.
Smelling him, tasting him, feeling him, hearing him, watching him…how he loved having Chandler all over him.
So close now.
Moving down the older man’s broad chest, Kent noticed he’s dabbed some of the perfume there as well.
You smell amazing, Sir…
And then…
A quick decision to cover a nipple with his wet lips later, and the DI started rubbing his own erection against him. Pinning him down with greater force, the feeling of skin against skin had never been so extraordinary…
You feel amazing…
“Ungh…”
Within minutes, the tempo increased, the need to come became more and more desperate, and raging sounds of the bed shaking against the floor followed.
So close now.
Then there was a shot of ecstasy with Kent coming hard and noisy, and his autographed DI’s muffled moans against his shoulders.
And then quiet, with only the sound of their own breathing gradually calming down.
Autograph still floating in the air.
:The morning after:
The first thing both men saw on the bedside table was the black bottle standing elegantly, Autograph inscribed on the streamlined glass.
Kent had never been so proud of his own choice.
He could still smell it on his boss, and all over himself mixed with their other secretions.
There were little words being spoken for the rest of the morning, but when the two men shared a refreshing shower and proceeded to their usual grooming routine, it was Chandler who started.
“Would you like to put it on me, Kent?”
A smile formed on the constable’s face as he grabbed his shirt.
“I’m glad you’re liking your birthday present, Sir.”
He picked up the bottle, pulled the lid off and brought the spray hole close to his nose. That smell will stay with his boss from now on.
Deliciously fresh. But with just enough depth to suit the DI’s character.
“On one condition.”
“Yes?”
This could only end well.
“You have to put them on the exact places I did last night.” Chandler moved closer, bare chest with tiny drips of water still flowing from his neck. “Can you do that?”
Kent thought this was easy.
“Sure, Sir…”
A short spray, and a little rub in his palms saw him working his way to both of Chandler’s wrists, and across the chest just below his neck.
He was just about to set the bottle away when the older man grabbed his wrist.
“You’ve missed a spot.”
Kent’s amber eyes widened. He licked his lips nervously. “Where…Sir?”
A seductive grin formed on Chandler’s face.
“Right…”
His strong hand guided Kent’s down…
“…here…”
…and further down.
-------------------END------------------
Inspired by this thing we saw at our local Marks & Spencer. When we smelt it all we could think of was Chandler.