Fic for PurpleBambi
Title: none
Pairing: James/Jeremy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn and one use of a swear word.
Summary: The last of my prompt fics. This one is for PURPLEBAMBI, who requested Jeremy/James, with the prompt of: 'Would you stop using tampons to clean things!' Is basically PWP.
A/N: Thanks to MLH for her beta and kind words.
“James, What are you doing?”
Jeremy walked into the bedroom to the sight of his lover on his knees, on their bed, in nothing but his boxers. A sight that Jeremy wouldn't usually object to, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that James had a tampon in his hand and appeared to be using it to clear up some water he had spilt on the bedside cabinet.
“It was all I could find to clear it up.”
James didn't look at Jeremy, he could already tell what the expression on his face would be, just from the tone of his voice.
“James, I'm all in favour of ingenuity, but seriously love, what bloke keeps tampons in their bedside dresser?”
James threw the sodden tampon in the bin and sighed.
“They've been in there for ages, it's not as if I use them for everything. I just use them for places I can't get to...”
James trailed off, hiding his face behind his hair, his gaze focussed on the wall, avoiding Jeremy's confused and somewhat exasperated look.
Seeing how embarrassed and uncomfortable his partner looked, Jeremy softened.
“James, I'm sorry. I just didn't expect to see that when I came in. You took me by surprise. It's not a big issue, really it isn't."
Jeremy gave a light laugh. "You think I'd be used to your quirky ways by now."
James looked at Jeremy for the first time.
“I know it's an odd habit, but I can't help it...any more than I can help loving you.”
James gave an embarrassed smile at his last admission.
Jeremy smiled in adoration at the beautifully awkward man in front of him.
“I love you too James.”
Jeremy walked over to the bed, removing his robe as he did. He lay down on top of the covers stark naked and looked towards James, whose eyes were taking in every inch of his lover's body, memorising every detail, so that he would always remember Jeremy like this.
“James?”
The scrutiny of Jeremy's body came to an abrupt end as, at Jeremy's words, James's attention was immediately on the other man's face.
“Yes, Jeremy?”
“Fuck me?”
James gave a grin and a wicked glint came into his eyes, making them sparkle, as if each pupil contained a firework. Jeremy relished the knowledge that he was one of the very few people who could provoke a reaction like that from James.
James rolled on top of his lover.
“It will be my pleasure, Dr. Clarkson.”
James leant forward and claimed Jeremy's lips in a tender, yet passionate kiss; as he pressed his lips harder against Jeremy's mouth the rest of his body followed suit; as his tongue explored his lover's mouth, his hands started a journey down his body, tracing a pattern down his chest, over the curve of his stomach, until they reached the epicentre of Jeremy's lust. James's fingers teased an outline around the other man's cock, not quite touching, but close enough that Jeremy could feel the ghost of a touch, arching up into fingers that refused to give him the contact he craved.
James moved his lips down to Jeremy's neck; kissing, sucking, biting all along it, as if his mouth were compensating for the contact his hands were currently denying Jeremy.
James pulled away from his lover briefly, in order to remove his own, suddenly very tight, underwear. He gazed at the man beneath him; eyes glazed, face flushed, neck marred and penis rock hard. He looked a picture of debauched beauty.
“James, please.”
Jeremy's words were half whisper, half plea.
“I need you James. I want you. Need you in me, need you to claim me as yours.”
Something broke in James at Jeremy's words, the honesty and complete trust in that sentence hit him with the force of a wrecking ball and he blinked away tears as he reached over to the bedside drawer and retrieved a small tube.
“Spread your legs for me Jez.”
Jeremy quickly obeyed, smiling up at his love.
James smiled back as he flipped the lid off the tube and squeezed a generous amount of the gel onto his fingers. He warmed it a little, before spreading Jeremy's cheeks, then slowly inserted his finger. As he did, Jeremy jolted slightly.
“Ssh Jez, it's okay.”
James soothed his lover into relaxing. Despite his bravado, James knew that this was still quite a big thing for Jeremy and he wanted him to enjoy it as much as he did.
He felt Jeremy relax and then inserted a second finger, twisting them both around, scissoring his fingers, stretching the other man. Jeremy jolted again, but his time in pleasure, as James started to brush against his prostate.
“Oh God! Yes James...That feels so good...more...I need more....I'm ready for you James...”
James removed his fingers from his man and squeezed a little more gel over his cock, before discarding the tube completely. He shuffled forward slightly, until the tip of his penis was resting against Jeremy's entrance.
“Promise you'll tell me if I'm hurting you?”
Jeremy nodded.
“I will, but I also know that you won't, you could never hurt me.”
With his heart soaring, James entered the older man in one stroke.
Jeremy arched into the penetration, relishing the feel of being filled so completely by his lover. James began to move and each movement caused a new sensation to course through his body. By the time James had worked up to a steady rhythm Jeremy was meeting his thrusts enthusiastically, moving on his own.
James could feel his orgasm approaching. He took Jeremy's cock in his hand and pumped it relentlessly. After six hard tugs Jeremy was coming hard, his juices spilling over James's hand and Jeremy's stomach.
Jeremy clenched around James's penis as he came, a sensation which finally brought him over the edge, as he emptied himself into his lover.
James fell forward onto Jeremy, totally spent. He slowly pulled out of Jeremy and rolled to the side of him, resting his head on his chest. Jeremy wrapped the younger man in his arms, planting light kisses to his hair.
James traced patterns in the come that still lay on Jeremy's stomach. Some of it had run into Jeremy's navel; James frowned slightly, that would be a tricky place to get completely clean. He gave a sly smile and eyed the bedside drawer thoughtfully.