Semi-Conscious
Disclaimer: Don’t own; don’t sue
Warnings: Self-love, slash, nudity, etc.
Pairings: Chazz/self, Chazz/Jimmy
Semi-Conscious
“Well,” Chazz said, getting up from the couch, “it’s time for Chazz and Little Chazz to have some alone time.” He set the remote control on the couch’s armrest and headed for the bathroom.
“Ugh, what makes you think I want to hear about the perverted stuff you do in your free time?”
“Is Princess MacElroy jealous? Maybe you’d like to help me out, then?”
“No way, you freak!”
“Your loss, my man!”
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Chazz was adrift in a sea of warm pleasure, slumped against the edge of the bathtub with his pants and underwear in a pool around his feet and his hand wrapped firmly around his not-so-little friend. He pumped his fist up and down with just the right amount of pressure at just the right speed, grunting and moaning at just the right volume to get Jimmy’s attention. Masturbation was an art that Chazz had mastered in his late teens, toward the end of his sixteen-year dry spell, and he had treated each session like a masterpiece-in-progress ever since. And, like any artist, Chazz liked to show off his work.
A sudden noise tugged Chazz out of his “creative flow.” He rolled his eyes back to the front of his head and half-opened them in time to see Jimmy MacElroy quietly closing the door behind him.
“Changed your mind, did you, MacElroy?” Chazz raised his left hand and beckoned Jimmy closer, never slowing the efforts of his right hand. Jimmy approached silently and knelt in front of his roommate. Jimmy reached down, placed his hand on top of Chazz’s and began to synchronize his tugs with Chazz’s. Jimmy learned quickly and soon, both of Chazz’s hands were resting limply on the rug-covered tile floor.
Shortly, Chazz felt the end approaching, and he opened his eyes time to watch as Jimmy MacElroy was covered in pearlescent white strands. Chazz groaned thickly and leaned forward to lick a bit of whiteness from Jimmy’s cheek. Just before his mouth could reach its target, a loud banging at the door drew him from his reverie.
Chazz opened his eyes and looked around, taking in the mess all over his hand, his groin and the bathroom rug under him. His feelings of satisfaction and contentment diminished greatly when he noted the distinct lack of a certain MacElroy. Jimmy knocked again, more loudly.
“Keep it down in there, Chazz,” he yelled through the door.
“Easier said than done, amigo!”
“That. Is. Disgusting.”
Chazz waited for the sound of his partner’s footsteps to fade before shedding his clothes and stepping into the shower. Chazz closed his eyes and let the warm spray wash away all evidence of his earlier activities, and when he re-opened his eyes and looked down, he was once again face-to-face with his teammate.
“Back for more, huh? I knew you couldn’t resist the Chazz Michael Michaels.”
Jimmy met Chazz’s smoldering gaze with a small smile before bending forward and taking Chazz into his mouth. Chazz’s sudden groan became a low growl. He let his eyes fall shut and willed himself to believe that it was Jimmy’s lips and not his own fingers that brought him to completion.
Warnings: Self-love, slash, nudity, etc.
Pairings: Chazz/self, Chazz/Jimmy
Semi-Conscious
“Well,” Chazz said, getting up from the couch, “it’s time for Chazz and Little Chazz to have some alone time.” He set the remote control on the couch’s armrest and headed for the bathroom.
“Ugh, what makes you think I want to hear about the perverted stuff you do in your free time?”
“Is Princess MacElroy jealous? Maybe you’d like to help me out, then?”
“No way, you freak!”
“Your loss, my man!”
*** *** *** *** *** ***
Chazz was adrift in a sea of warm pleasure, slumped against the edge of the bathtub with his pants and underwear in a pool around his feet and his hand wrapped firmly around his not-so-little friend. He pumped his fist up and down with just the right amount of pressure at just the right speed, grunting and moaning at just the right volume to get Jimmy’s attention. Masturbation was an art that Chazz had mastered in his late teens, toward the end of his sixteen-year dry spell, and he had treated each session like a masterpiece-in-progress ever since. And, like any artist, Chazz liked to show off his work.
A sudden noise tugged Chazz out of his “creative flow.” He rolled his eyes back to the front of his head and half-opened them in time to see Jimmy MacElroy quietly closing the door behind him.
“Changed your mind, did you, MacElroy?” Chazz raised his left hand and beckoned Jimmy closer, never slowing the efforts of his right hand. Jimmy approached silently and knelt in front of his roommate. Jimmy reached down, placed his hand on top of Chazz’s and began to synchronize his tugs with Chazz’s. Jimmy learned quickly and soon, both of Chazz’s hands were resting limply on the rug-covered tile floor.
Shortly, Chazz felt the end approaching, and he opened his eyes time to watch as Jimmy MacElroy was covered in pearlescent white strands. Chazz groaned thickly and leaned forward to lick a bit of whiteness from Jimmy’s cheek. Just before his mouth could reach its target, a loud banging at the door drew him from his reverie.
Chazz opened his eyes and looked around, taking in the mess all over his hand, his groin and the bathroom rug under him. His feelings of satisfaction and contentment diminished greatly when he noted the distinct lack of a certain MacElroy. Jimmy knocked again, more loudly.
“Keep it down in there, Chazz,” he yelled through the door.
“Easier said than done, amigo!”
“That. Is. Disgusting.”
Chazz waited for the sound of his partner’s footsteps to fade before shedding his clothes and stepping into the shower. Chazz closed his eyes and let the warm spray wash away all evidence of his earlier activities, and when he re-opened his eyes and looked down, he was once again face-to-face with his teammate.
“Back for more, huh? I knew you couldn’t resist the Chazz Michael Michaels.”
Jimmy met Chazz’s smoldering gaze with a small smile before bending forward and taking Chazz into his mouth. Chazz’s sudden groan became a low growl. He let his eyes fall shut and willed himself to believe that it was Jimmy’s lips and not his own fingers that brought him to completion.