Fixation, Steve/Stephen
anonymous
February 9 2009, 05:21:48 UTC
Steve could see it out of the corner of his eye, that flash of white bobbing up and down. He looked over, even though he knew he shouldn’t, and caught sight of the tip of Stephen’s tongue poking out, caressing the barrel of the pen.
He huffed and slammed his own pen (the unluckiest pen in the office) down on the desk. “Can you not just chew gum or something?”
Stephen looked over, surprised. He pulled the pen from his mouth, sucking it as it withdrew. “Am I bothering you?” he asked innocently.
“You know you are,” Steve mumbled and turned back to his work.
“Gee, I’m sorry Steve.”
All was quiet for a minute and Steve managed to return his breathing to normal and erase the mental picture of Stephen’s lips pursed and his cheeks hollowed ever-so-slightly as the pen was pulled from his mouth, gripped between two fingers.
Then he heard the rustle of a candy wrapper. The candy bar that Stephen had a habit of keeping at the bottom of his backpack, until it was good and smushed. Then there was the sound of Stephen chewing and making satisfied little moans as he ate.
“Fuck,” Steve whispered.
“What was that?” Stephen asked around a mouthful of chocolate.
“Do you have to do that?” Steve pleaded.
Stephen blinked at him. “Oh. I’m sorry. Do you want some?” He held out the last piece, the piece that had just brushed against his bottom lip, the piece that was melting at the heat of his fingertips.
“No, I... No.”
Stephen shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Steve couldn’t look away as Stephen made a show of searching for something to clean the chocolate from his fingers and ignored the box of tissues sitting on his desk. Instead, he started to lick his fingers clean, slowly, tentatively swiping at the tip of his index finger. Then he took it in his mouth, moving it in and out as he sucked it and scrubbed it clean with the flat of his tongue.
Steve groaned desperately. “Sweet Jesus, I hate you.”
Stephen pulled his finger from his mouth, sucking it as he had with the pen, his tongue sneaking out to give it one last lick. “What? What did I do?”
Steve rolled his chair over to Stephen and grabbed his wrist before he could start on the next finger. “Please. You win, okay? Just... please stop doing that.”
“Doing what, Steve?” He smiled slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Steve’s as he bent his head forward, touching his tongue to the smeared chocolate on the tip of his middle finger, wrapping his lips around it and starting to suck.
Steve gave a strangled scream as he stood up, his tenting pants directly in Stephen’s eye line. “I am going to the bathroom now.”
“Okay, buddy. I’ll be here when you get back,” Stephen said sweetly.
Steve almost screamed again as he slammed the office door.
Re: Fixation, Steve/Stephen
anonymous
February 9 2009, 05:34:50 UTC
O.O That was hot. That pen...that pen KILLS me! He makes me hot sucking that pen.....something about the way he looks when he does it...*thinks about the Indecision Special* I often wonder how Jon can stand it.
Re: Fixation, Steve/Stephen
anonymous
February 9 2009, 08:36:56 UTC
oh sweet baby jesus THAT WAS PERFECT, GAH, and I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the UST, Steve leaving in a huff just made it eight billion time more perfect XDDDDDDD
oral fixation and Stephen's adorable teasing. GUH.
He huffed and slammed his own pen (the unluckiest pen in the office) down on the desk. “Can you not just chew gum or something?”
Stephen looked over, surprised. He pulled the pen from his mouth, sucking it as it withdrew. “Am I bothering you?” he asked innocently.
“You know you are,” Steve mumbled and turned back to his work.
“Gee, I’m sorry Steve.”
All was quiet for a minute and Steve managed to return his breathing to normal and erase the mental picture of Stephen’s lips pursed and his cheeks hollowed ever-so-slightly as the pen was pulled from his mouth, gripped between two fingers.
Then he heard the rustle of a candy wrapper. The candy bar that Stephen had a habit of keeping at the bottom of his backpack, until it was good and smushed. Then there was the sound of Stephen chewing and making satisfied little moans as he ate.
“Fuck,” Steve whispered.
“What was that?” Stephen asked around a mouthful of chocolate.
“Do you have to do that?” Steve pleaded.
Stephen blinked at him. “Oh. I’m sorry. Do you want some?” He held out the last piece, the piece that had just brushed against his bottom lip, the piece that was melting at the heat of his fingertips.
“No, I... No.”
Stephen shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Steve couldn’t look away as Stephen made a show of searching for something to clean the chocolate from his fingers and ignored the box of tissues sitting on his desk. Instead, he started to lick his fingers clean, slowly, tentatively swiping at the tip of his index finger. Then he took it in his mouth, moving it in and out as he sucked it and scrubbed it clean with the flat of his tongue.
Steve groaned desperately. “Sweet Jesus, I hate you.”
Stephen pulled his finger from his mouth, sucking it as he had with the pen, his tongue sneaking out to give it one last lick. “What? What did I do?”
Steve rolled his chair over to Stephen and grabbed his wrist before he could start on the next finger. “Please. You win, okay? Just... please stop doing that.”
“Doing what, Steve?” He smiled slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Steve’s as he bent his head forward, touching his tongue to the smeared chocolate on the tip of his middle finger, wrapping his lips around it and starting to suck.
Steve gave a strangled scream as he stood up, his tenting pants directly in Stephen’s eye line. “I am going to the bathroom now.”
“Okay, buddy. I’ll be here when you get back,” Stephen said sweetly.
Steve almost screamed again as he slammed the office door.
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So cute and funny and delicious! *thinks more about licking Stephen's fingers*
Christ.
Thank you!
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oral fixation and Stephen's adorable teasing. GUH.
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