Dark City - General - #36 Smell, #37 Sound
Title: Scent ( Before Darkness)
Fandom: Dark City
Characters: General (John Murdoch / Daniel Schreber)
Prompt: #36 Smell
Word Count: 1835
Rating: 18A for heavy petting
Summary: Once upon a time on earth, a scientist named Daniel Schreber, against his better judgement, took his cute young male intern to the opera....
Authors Notes: Takes place in the verse of my fic, Dreams, prior to the Strangers arrival. But all you need to know is that various movie characters knew each other back on earth.
My Little Damn Table (24/100). Spoiler Free.
Smell
Opera was something that John was fairly familiar with. Both his parents were very musical, his father teaching theory at a local university back in his home town, his mother the music teacher at high school. So he’d grown up with classical music and opera, but had little opportunity to see it performed outside of various high school bands and choirs.
The night that Daniel arrived at his flat to pick him up for what John decided he could consider their first date, for the promised night at the opera, he was dashingly handsome in a suit, a cream, mandarin collared dress shirt and raw silk copper vest under a well cut black jacket. “Why Doctor... you clean up nicely.”
“I could say the same for you, Mr. Walker,” Daniel retorted, eyeing his hunter green sport jacket before offering his arm.
John hadn’t expected a literal opera box, but that’s where they were seated, sharing a cushioned bench, shielded from view of the rest of the theatre by partially drawn box curtains. Daniel ordered champagne, toasting to their friendship before the opera started.
Handel’s ‘Acis and Galatea’ was playing, which wasn’t a true opera, but more suited to a viewing audience with short attention spans. He was vaguely familiar with the music, and thought that the story, sung in English, was elegant and beautiful. It was difficult to keep his attention on the performance with Daniel beside him, though, and he curled up to him as the first act progressed, nestling his face into his shoulder, the warm spice of his cologne both enticing and comforting at the same time.
Daniel had slipped an arm around his shoulders, stroking his arm gently, and nuzzled John’s ear lightly, voice low and warm against his skin. “You’ll miss the performance like that...”
John lifted his head slightly to look up at him, saying nothing, green eyes meeting blue. A little smile played on the corner of his lips, a hand slipping up to rest on Daniel’s chest, stroking gently through the soft fabric. Daniel returned the smile, lifting his free hand to touch John’s face, fingers lightly tracing his features, the younger man’s eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. Then he leaned closer, nuzzling John’s ear, pressing soft kisses to his skin. “It’s dangerous being around you,” he murmured, lips nuzzling his skin in such a way that it sent a little shiver of pleasure down John’s spine. Then the doctor’s lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, then his lips, soft and warm and a little yearning.
John pressed a little closer, a little sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as they parted from the kiss, then came together again, Daniel’s fair skin surprisingly soft against John’s slight roughness. Kisses slow and warm and yearning. He let his lips part, flicking his tongue lightly against Daniel's lips, then tasting him, pressing closer, lost in his touch, his cologne, the taste of champagne on his lips. And Daniel, pressing closer to him, arm tight around his waist, stroked his cheek and hair gently with his free hand, running fingers through the dark curls.
They were interrupted by the house lights, coming up for intermission. Daniel started a little, then gave a soft chuckle, watching him with a little affectionate smile. "I'm afraid I made you miss the end of the act...."
John wet his lips, looking up at him with a slight smirk. "I don't know... I think the end was excellent." He quirked an eyebrow. "Does the second act... continue in the same vein?"
Daniel lifted his fingers to cup his chin gently, brushing the pad of his thumb over John's lips, his eyes narrowing a little with desire. He sighed softly, then moved to nuzzle his hair. "If it were entirely up to me... it would be a very eventful second act. But I should be responsible...."
John pressed a soft kiss to his earlobe. "It isn't irresponsible to do what comes naturally...."
Daniel gave a little shiver against him, then pulled away with great effort. "... I'm going to go for another glass of champagne. Would you like some?"
He gave a soft sigh despite himself. "Sure. I... could definitely do with another glass."
Daniel paused, then took John's hand in his, lifting it to press a soft kiss to his knuckles. "I'm sorry, John. I don't mean to - to lead you on. Please don't think for a moment that I'm not attracted to you. Nothing is farther from the truth. I just...." He stopped, and sighed. "It's difficult to explain...."
"The work thing?"
Daniel gave a slow nod, looking down at their hands. "That, yes. But also...." He leaned back against the bench, looking out into the sea of people in the auditorium, and gave a soft sigh. "I've seen too many people have one night stands," he said, finally. "Especially men who are... like us." He turned back to John, blue eyes searching his, as if begging him to understand. "I don't want that with you. I like you too much. I like that we laugh together, I like that we have similar interests, similar professional aspirations, I like that there's so many little levels we've connected on even with only knowing each other for a couple of weeks. I don't want to mess that up, loose that just because I can't control myself."
John gave him a soft smile, patting the top of the hand holding his with his free one. "Well... I like to think that we're already too attached for something that superficial, but..." he gave Daniel's hand a little squeeze. "I can wait until you are certain of that, too. Until you're comfortable with this. You're worth the wait."
Daniel smiled, grateful, a little bashful. "Thank you," he said softly, standing and helping him to his feet. "Thank you, John."
The rest of the opera passed uneventfully. Daniel let John curl up with him, fingers stroking through his dark curls affectionately, and John managed to focus on the warm comfort of his embrace rather than what he wished was happening instead. It was very nice, after all, to be close to someone. Affectionate.
Driving back, they spoke little, but John let his hand rest on the seat between them, Daniel's fingers twining with his when he could, stroking his hand affectionately. He watched the doctor's profile as they drove, a little longingly, smiling when Daniel caught his eye. "Just thinking that you're very handsome," he said simply, and Daniel gave a soft laugh, shaking his head.
"You flatter me. But thank you." They pulled up in front of his flat all too soon, and Daniel stopped the car, turning off the ignition and turning to him. "Thank you," he said softly. "I very much enjoyed tonight. Will you come out with me again sometime?"
John shifted a little closer to him on the seat, giving him a teasing smile. "Well, I'll have to see if my boss will give me the time off work...."
Daniel laughed, bringing a hand up to touch his cheek affectionately, smiling as John leaned into the touch a little, looking up at him in the dim light. Daniel regarded him for a few moments, stroking the pad of his thumb lightly over John's full lips. "You have it wrong, you know. You're far more striking then I am."
John kissed the thumb on his lips lightly, saying nothing but catching his thumb between his lips, sucking at it lightly, flicking his tongue against the pad. Smiling as Daniel's eyes narrowed slightly, lips parted to a soft sigh. "Thank you, Daniel," he said softly, letting Daniel reclaim his hand.
"I... should let you go inside," the blonde said slowly, watching him, and John leaned in more, voice still soft.
"Will you kiss me goodnight?"
Daniel didn't seem to need any more encouragement, leaning forward to catch his mouth warmly, slipping an arm between John and the seat, pulling him closer. Fingers slipping up into his hair, tangling, holding him to the kiss.
John gave a low groan into the kiss, yielding entirely to Daniel's desire, letting him taste him, tasting him back. Stroking a hand down his chest, tugging the buttons of his jacket undone to slip his hand inside, stroking his chest through the thin, fine fabric of his shirt, the silk of his vest. He felt Daniel shiver, and smiled against his mouth, encouraging more kisses, tilting his head back when Daniel slipped from his mouth to kiss his neck hungrily. John judged the angle of the steering wheel out of the corner of his eye, judged the space, the roof of the car, and then as Daniel lifted his face from his skin to catch a breath, he moved to slip over him carefully, neatly straddling his lap in one smooth movement which he made a note to congratulate himself on later. For now he caught Daniel's mouth again, the roof of the car forcing his head down into the kiss, the small space between Daniel and the wheel forcing his body tight against him, pelvis rocking against his most deliciously.
"Oh, hell," Daniel breathed against his mouth, and John didn't really care if it was a good or bad exclamation, just about Daniel kissing him breathless, Daniel's hands moving hungrily over his back to cup his ass, and their hips grinding together to produce the most delicious shocks of pleasure and arousal. Then the car horn sounded, set off by some wrong movement of their forms, and he bit down on Daniel's bottom lip in shock as they both started.
"Ow -!" Daniel pulled back, laughing, breathless, and John fussed over him, stricken.
"Oh god! I'm sorry - "
"It's ok, John. I'm fine. But... I really need to get you home." A soft kiss, Daniel's self control once again neatly contained, and the doctor reached down to let the driver's seat slide back, give him room to get off.
John tried not to pout as he slipped back into the passenger seat, pressing a soft kiss to Daniel's bit lip. "I... all right."
The blonde gave him a little apologetic smile, catching one of John's hands in his and kissing the back of it again. "Thank you. I'm sorry to leave you... like this."
John squeezed his hand gently, before releasing it. "I can take care of myself," he replied simply, giving a little smirk. "Of course, it's much nicer to be with you. But..." He voice lowered a little, husky, promising. "I'll be thinking about you...."
Daniel leaned in to silence him with a longing kiss, fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly, white knuckled. "Go," he whispered, looking more than a little tortured. "Please. Before I do something to you that I'll regret."
John pulled back from the kiss, nodding slowly. "See you tomorrow?"
Daniel agreed, watching him yearningly as he left the car, then driving off into the night.
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Title: Sound ( Before Darkness)
Fandom: Dark City
Characters: General (John Murdoch / Daniel Schreber)
Prompt: #37 Sound
Word Count: 1730
Rating: Mature
Summary: Follows above and consists of phone sex.
My Little Damn Table (24/100). Spoiler Free.
Sound
The first time Daniel took him out, after they'd been to the opera - an opera they hadn't much watched, being caught up in need and desire and Daniel's desperate attempts to keep both under control, - the doctor dropped him off at home. John let himself into the house, puttering around a little, trying to take his mind off of Daniel, away from the heady pleasure of his kisses, his teasing touch. He went into his room, tossing his jacket over a chair, which was quickly followed by the tie. Then he let himself flop into bed still half dressed, giving a low groan, feeling much more sexually frustrated than he'd let on.
His phone rang, in the pocket of his jacket, but John merely fumbled for the bluetooth headset that he'd left on his bedside table, hooking it over his ear and hitting the connect button. "Hello?"
"John?" Daniel's voice, a little anxious. "I - I just wanted to apologize...."
John smiled, feeling a rush of desire at the rich timbre of his clear tenor voice. "No need for apologies. You've made yourself very clear about all of this. If anything, I'm sorry for pushing you, however unintentionally."
"Thank you," Daniel said, sounding more than a little relieved.
John heard the noise of the car disappear, a jingle of keys. "You home already?"
"I don't live far," Daniel replied with a smile in his voice.
"Mmm... good." John closed his eyes to focus on the sound of his voice, languidly letting his hand smooth over his chest, enjoying the tease of sensation. "Daniel... does your phone have a headset?"
Slight confusion. "Yes, you've seen me use it, haven't you? I'm wearing it now."
"Good," he found himself saying. "I'm just... laying in bed relaxing. Unbuttoning my shirt...."
He heard a soft intake of breath on the other end, a soft hiss, and Daniel was silent for a moment before replying carefully. "Is that so...? Getting more comfortable?"
"Mmmhmm." He did start to unbutton his shirt, smiling as he tried to imagine Daniel on the other end. "I just got home from a really hot date, actually... it left me rather... worked up."
"Did it, now...." Daniel's words were careful, but he could hear the underlying desire in his voice. "I suppose your poor date must be... in a very similar state."
John wet his lips, his dress shirt falling open as he undid the last button, letting his fingers rest on his stomach. "Well, I hope that he's gone home to bed, to try and relax...."
Daniel's voice was a little husky. "I'm sure he's having a very difficult time keeping his mind off you."
John closed his eyes against the soft rush of arousal, letting his fingers play across his skin, wishing very much that they were Daniel's. "I'm definitely having a very hard time...." He replied, voice huskier than intended. "Daniel... what are you wearing?"
Amusement in his friend's voice. "The same thing I was when I dropped you off."
"I want you to take it off," he said softly. "Get comfortable with me...."
Another soft hiss, Daniel's voice, lower, softer. "Are we really going to do this, John?"
"Just... just talk me to sleep. Please. It's hard being away from you like this." There was no reply, but he heard a soft rustle of fabric, then Daniel's voice, soft, tentative.
"I took my suit jacket off...." Hesitation. "Tell me what you'd like me to do."
John smiled, closing his eyes, trying to imagine him. "The vest, too. Then unbutton your shirt...." He let his fingers tease his nipple slowly, trying to ignore for now the heat in his groin, wanting to focus on the voice at the other end of the phone. "Are you wearing an undershirt?"
Daniel's voice was a little husky. "Yes."
"Take it off." He heard the fabric brush against the mouthpiece of Daniel's headset, and made a little appreciative noise, deep in his throat. "I wish I was there to see it."
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked softly, and John smiled.
"Besides trying to picture you naked?" He sat up, wriggling out of the dress shirt and tossing it in the direction of the chair that held his jacket. "I just tossed my shirt across the room. I'm just lounging in bed with the quilts thrown back, wishing that the hands on my chest were yours and not mine...."
"That's a very nice mental image," the blonde replied slowly, and John thought he heard him swallow. "But it sounds like you're not very comfortable yet. Undo your pants for me."
John smiled, closing his eyes again, working by touch, imagining Daniel's hands. "It's difficult," he breathed softly, "I'm so hard..." He slipped his hand inside, letting himself cup his cock through the thin cotton of his shorts with a soft moan, arching up into his touch.
"Tell me what you're doing." Daniel's voice urged again, low and a little breathless, and John smiled.
"I'm stroking myself," He replied softly, unashamed. "Through my shorts. Do the same for me, Daniel? Lay back in bed and just listen to me...."
He heard a soft sigh of pleasure, murmured words. "I can't believe I'm doing this with you."
"If I were there, I'd be doing it to you," he replied softly, "Wish it was your hand slipping into the waistband of my shorts, fingers curling around my cock...."
He heard a soft expletive on the other end of the phone, Daniel's voice breathless. "Don't stop talking."
He chuckled, low and throaty. "I won't stop talking if you don't stop touching yourself. Deal?"
Hesitation, then the answer he'd been wanting. "... agreed."
"Good." He smiled, eyes still closed, remembering the blatant desire he'd seen in Daniel's eyes earlier. "But you should take off your suit pants... they look like they're dry clean only."
A low chuckle. "I won't argue with that. But you should, too."
"Easy enough. I just have to arch my back to pull them down, and kick them off the end of the bed...."
"Good." Daniel's voice, thick with desire, drove him wild. "Now go back to what you were doing."
He smiled, letting his hand wander back to the core of his arousal. "Which was?"
Only the slightest pause. "Touching yourself and thinking about me. Telling me about it."
"Mmmm." He slipped his fingers into his shorts again with a soft sigh. "I can do that. You drive me so crazy, Daniel...."
His lovers voice was a little laboured. "Are your shorts in the way? Pull them down."
"Gladly, lover... mmm, that's better... god, I'm so hard, I can't help myself... feels so good to stroke myself, my hips just... tense and rock up against my hand so I can slowly fuck my fingers...."
He was rewarded with a very soft whimper on the other end of the phone. "Do you keep lube nearby?"
John smiled, free hand reaching to tug open the drawer on his bedside table. "Of course. Makes things feel so much better..." He moved as he spoke, detailing his actions. "When I'm like this, I like to drip just a little bit on the head of my cock, and... massage it with my thumb... Ohh, god...." he drew a sharp breath, gasping despite himself at the pleasure of the sensations, at the heady arousal of Daniel's low groan on the other end of the phone. "Try it."
"I am," Daniel admitted softly, breathless, voice lowering a little. "Please... pretend that it's me, touching you."
"Mmm... god, love, for that I don't even have to try...." He let his hips buck up with the surge of desire, swallowing hard, switching channels but continuing to narrate. "You use more lube, because you know that I like it... love how wet and slick your fingers are as you stroke my cock slowly, letting me thrust into your hand...." He bit his lip against a whimpered moan, trying to stay coherent enough for speech, finding the eroticism of the situation amazingly intense. "God, I needed this so badly... just wanted you to undo my pants in the car and stroke me until I begged for you to fuck me...."
A sharp hiss of breath on the other end. "Don't stop - !"
He tightened his fingers around himself a little, breathless, trying to speak though the sharp pulses of pleasure that made his breath catch, made him groan. "Wanted you to... pull me on top of you, pull me down onto your cock to ride you, wanted to feel you so hard and thick inside me... oh god, Daniel, faster...!"
"John," his love whimpered, almost helplessly, "Oh hell, I need you so bad...."
He felt another surge of pleasure at Daniel's words, crying out despite himself, fingers moving faster on himself. "God, Daniel... you're going to make me come - !"
"Let me - " Daniel's voice caught helplessly, breathlessly, and John could hear his obvious pleasure. "Let me hear you, please... come for me...?"
John gave up on talking, focusing only on the sensations driven through him by touch, by Daniel's voice and gasps of pleasure on the other end of the phone. He made no effort to quiet himself, moans of pleasure throaty and helpless as his body tensed, pleasure building inescapably, taking him in a hot shower of sparks, white behind his closed eyes, pleasure that pulsed through his body, hot and sharp and satisfying. "Oh, fuck - !"
As his mind began to function again, he heard Daniel's choked cry on the other end of the phone, a sharp, audible gasp, and after a moment of tense stillness, a long exhalation of pleasure, of relief. "Ahh, John....."
"I'm still here," he managed, trying to catch his breath, trying to make his heart still. "You ok...?"
"Yes." A soft, breathless chuckle. "Oh yes. Thank you, John."
He let himself relax, ignoring the stickiness on his hand for now. He could clean up later.... "Mmm, no... thank you. I'm going to sleep very very soundly now, I think."
"Good." Daniel's voice was soft and warm, relaxed. "Me too. That was... a very unexpected but nice way to end the evening."
John smiled, trying to keep himself from drifting off. "Mmm-hmm...."
"Get some rest," he heard the doctor say softly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'll try not to be late," John murmured teasingly, before saying sleepy goodbyes and passing out.
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Next: Taste
Fandom: Dark City
Characters: General (John Murdoch / Daniel Schreber)
Prompt: #36 Smell
Word Count: 1835
Rating: 18A for heavy petting
Summary: Once upon a time on earth, a scientist named Daniel Schreber, against his better judgement, took his cute young male intern to the opera....
Authors Notes: Takes place in the verse of my fic, Dreams, prior to the Strangers arrival. But all you need to know is that various movie characters knew each other back on earth.
My Little Damn Table (24/100). Spoiler Free.
Smell
Opera was something that John was fairly familiar with. Both his parents were very musical, his father teaching theory at a local university back in his home town, his mother the music teacher at high school. So he’d grown up with classical music and opera, but had little opportunity to see it performed outside of various high school bands and choirs.
The night that Daniel arrived at his flat to pick him up for what John decided he could consider their first date, for the promised night at the opera, he was dashingly handsome in a suit, a cream, mandarin collared dress shirt and raw silk copper vest under a well cut black jacket. “Why Doctor... you clean up nicely.”
“I could say the same for you, Mr. Walker,” Daniel retorted, eyeing his hunter green sport jacket before offering his arm.
John hadn’t expected a literal opera box, but that’s where they were seated, sharing a cushioned bench, shielded from view of the rest of the theatre by partially drawn box curtains. Daniel ordered champagne, toasting to their friendship before the opera started.
Handel’s ‘Acis and Galatea’ was playing, which wasn’t a true opera, but more suited to a viewing audience with short attention spans. He was vaguely familiar with the music, and thought that the story, sung in English, was elegant and beautiful. It was difficult to keep his attention on the performance with Daniel beside him, though, and he curled up to him as the first act progressed, nestling his face into his shoulder, the warm spice of his cologne both enticing and comforting at the same time.
Daniel had slipped an arm around his shoulders, stroking his arm gently, and nuzzled John’s ear lightly, voice low and warm against his skin. “You’ll miss the performance like that...”
John lifted his head slightly to look up at him, saying nothing, green eyes meeting blue. A little smile played on the corner of his lips, a hand slipping up to rest on Daniel’s chest, stroking gently through the soft fabric. Daniel returned the smile, lifting his free hand to touch John’s face, fingers lightly tracing his features, the younger man’s eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. Then he leaned closer, nuzzling John’s ear, pressing soft kisses to his skin. “It’s dangerous being around you,” he murmured, lips nuzzling his skin in such a way that it sent a little shiver of pleasure down John’s spine. Then the doctor’s lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, then his lips, soft and warm and a little yearning.
John pressed a little closer, a little sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as they parted from the kiss, then came together again, Daniel’s fair skin surprisingly soft against John’s slight roughness. Kisses slow and warm and yearning. He let his lips part, flicking his tongue lightly against Daniel's lips, then tasting him, pressing closer, lost in his touch, his cologne, the taste of champagne on his lips. And Daniel, pressing closer to him, arm tight around his waist, stroked his cheek and hair gently with his free hand, running fingers through the dark curls.
They were interrupted by the house lights, coming up for intermission. Daniel started a little, then gave a soft chuckle, watching him with a little affectionate smile. "I'm afraid I made you miss the end of the act...."
John wet his lips, looking up at him with a slight smirk. "I don't know... I think the end was excellent." He quirked an eyebrow. "Does the second act... continue in the same vein?"
Daniel lifted his fingers to cup his chin gently, brushing the pad of his thumb over John's lips, his eyes narrowing a little with desire. He sighed softly, then moved to nuzzle his hair. "If it were entirely up to me... it would be a very eventful second act. But I should be responsible...."
John pressed a soft kiss to his earlobe. "It isn't irresponsible to do what comes naturally...."
Daniel gave a little shiver against him, then pulled away with great effort. "... I'm going to go for another glass of champagne. Would you like some?"
He gave a soft sigh despite himself. "Sure. I... could definitely do with another glass."
Daniel paused, then took John's hand in his, lifting it to press a soft kiss to his knuckles. "I'm sorry, John. I don't mean to - to lead you on. Please don't think for a moment that I'm not attracted to you. Nothing is farther from the truth. I just...." He stopped, and sighed. "It's difficult to explain...."
"The work thing?"
Daniel gave a slow nod, looking down at their hands. "That, yes. But also...." He leaned back against the bench, looking out into the sea of people in the auditorium, and gave a soft sigh. "I've seen too many people have one night stands," he said, finally. "Especially men who are... like us." He turned back to John, blue eyes searching his, as if begging him to understand. "I don't want that with you. I like you too much. I like that we laugh together, I like that we have similar interests, similar professional aspirations, I like that there's so many little levels we've connected on even with only knowing each other for a couple of weeks. I don't want to mess that up, loose that just because I can't control myself."
John gave him a soft smile, patting the top of the hand holding his with his free one. "Well... I like to think that we're already too attached for something that superficial, but..." he gave Daniel's hand a little squeeze. "I can wait until you are certain of that, too. Until you're comfortable with this. You're worth the wait."
Daniel smiled, grateful, a little bashful. "Thank you," he said softly, standing and helping him to his feet. "Thank you, John."
The rest of the opera passed uneventfully. Daniel let John curl up with him, fingers stroking through his dark curls affectionately, and John managed to focus on the warm comfort of his embrace rather than what he wished was happening instead. It was very nice, after all, to be close to someone. Affectionate.
Driving back, they spoke little, but John let his hand rest on the seat between them, Daniel's fingers twining with his when he could, stroking his hand affectionately. He watched the doctor's profile as they drove, a little longingly, smiling when Daniel caught his eye. "Just thinking that you're very handsome," he said simply, and Daniel gave a soft laugh, shaking his head.
"You flatter me. But thank you." They pulled up in front of his flat all too soon, and Daniel stopped the car, turning off the ignition and turning to him. "Thank you," he said softly. "I very much enjoyed tonight. Will you come out with me again sometime?"
John shifted a little closer to him on the seat, giving him a teasing smile. "Well, I'll have to see if my boss will give me the time off work...."
Daniel laughed, bringing a hand up to touch his cheek affectionately, smiling as John leaned into the touch a little, looking up at him in the dim light. Daniel regarded him for a few moments, stroking the pad of his thumb lightly over John's full lips. "You have it wrong, you know. You're far more striking then I am."
John kissed the thumb on his lips lightly, saying nothing but catching his thumb between his lips, sucking at it lightly, flicking his tongue against the pad. Smiling as Daniel's eyes narrowed slightly, lips parted to a soft sigh. "Thank you, Daniel," he said softly, letting Daniel reclaim his hand.
"I... should let you go inside," the blonde said slowly, watching him, and John leaned in more, voice still soft.
"Will you kiss me goodnight?"
Daniel didn't seem to need any more encouragement, leaning forward to catch his mouth warmly, slipping an arm between John and the seat, pulling him closer. Fingers slipping up into his hair, tangling, holding him to the kiss.
John gave a low groan into the kiss, yielding entirely to Daniel's desire, letting him taste him, tasting him back. Stroking a hand down his chest, tugging the buttons of his jacket undone to slip his hand inside, stroking his chest through the thin, fine fabric of his shirt, the silk of his vest. He felt Daniel shiver, and smiled against his mouth, encouraging more kisses, tilting his head back when Daniel slipped from his mouth to kiss his neck hungrily. John judged the angle of the steering wheel out of the corner of his eye, judged the space, the roof of the car, and then as Daniel lifted his face from his skin to catch a breath, he moved to slip over him carefully, neatly straddling his lap in one smooth movement which he made a note to congratulate himself on later. For now he caught Daniel's mouth again, the roof of the car forcing his head down into the kiss, the small space between Daniel and the wheel forcing his body tight against him, pelvis rocking against his most deliciously.
"Oh, hell," Daniel breathed against his mouth, and John didn't really care if it was a good or bad exclamation, just about Daniel kissing him breathless, Daniel's hands moving hungrily over his back to cup his ass, and their hips grinding together to produce the most delicious shocks of pleasure and arousal. Then the car horn sounded, set off by some wrong movement of their forms, and he bit down on Daniel's bottom lip in shock as they both started.
"Ow -!" Daniel pulled back, laughing, breathless, and John fussed over him, stricken.
"Oh god! I'm sorry - "
"It's ok, John. I'm fine. But... I really need to get you home." A soft kiss, Daniel's self control once again neatly contained, and the doctor reached down to let the driver's seat slide back, give him room to get off.
John tried not to pout as he slipped back into the passenger seat, pressing a soft kiss to Daniel's bit lip. "I... all right."
The blonde gave him a little apologetic smile, catching one of John's hands in his and kissing the back of it again. "Thank you. I'm sorry to leave you... like this."
John squeezed his hand gently, before releasing it. "I can take care of myself," he replied simply, giving a little smirk. "Of course, it's much nicer to be with you. But..." He voice lowered a little, husky, promising. "I'll be thinking about you...."
Daniel leaned in to silence him with a longing kiss, fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly, white knuckled. "Go," he whispered, looking more than a little tortured. "Please. Before I do something to you that I'll regret."
John pulled back from the kiss, nodding slowly. "See you tomorrow?"
Daniel agreed, watching him yearningly as he left the car, then driving off into the night.
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Title: Sound ( Before Darkness)
Fandom: Dark City
Characters: General (John Murdoch / Daniel Schreber)
Prompt: #37 Sound
Word Count: 1730
Rating: Mature
Summary: Follows above and consists of phone sex.
My Little Damn Table (24/100). Spoiler Free.
Sound
The first time Daniel took him out, after they'd been to the opera - an opera they hadn't much watched, being caught up in need and desire and Daniel's desperate attempts to keep both under control, - the doctor dropped him off at home. John let himself into the house, puttering around a little, trying to take his mind off of Daniel, away from the heady pleasure of his kisses, his teasing touch. He went into his room, tossing his jacket over a chair, which was quickly followed by the tie. Then he let himself flop into bed still half dressed, giving a low groan, feeling much more sexually frustrated than he'd let on.
His phone rang, in the pocket of his jacket, but John merely fumbled for the bluetooth headset that he'd left on his bedside table, hooking it over his ear and hitting the connect button. "Hello?"
"John?" Daniel's voice, a little anxious. "I - I just wanted to apologize...."
John smiled, feeling a rush of desire at the rich timbre of his clear tenor voice. "No need for apologies. You've made yourself very clear about all of this. If anything, I'm sorry for pushing you, however unintentionally."
"Thank you," Daniel said, sounding more than a little relieved.
John heard the noise of the car disappear, a jingle of keys. "You home already?"
"I don't live far," Daniel replied with a smile in his voice.
"Mmm... good." John closed his eyes to focus on the sound of his voice, languidly letting his hand smooth over his chest, enjoying the tease of sensation. "Daniel... does your phone have a headset?"
Slight confusion. "Yes, you've seen me use it, haven't you? I'm wearing it now."
"Good," he found himself saying. "I'm just... laying in bed relaxing. Unbuttoning my shirt...."
He heard a soft intake of breath on the other end, a soft hiss, and Daniel was silent for a moment before replying carefully. "Is that so...? Getting more comfortable?"
"Mmmhmm." He did start to unbutton his shirt, smiling as he tried to imagine Daniel on the other end. "I just got home from a really hot date, actually... it left me rather... worked up."
"Did it, now...." Daniel's words were careful, but he could hear the underlying desire in his voice. "I suppose your poor date must be... in a very similar state."
John wet his lips, his dress shirt falling open as he undid the last button, letting his fingers rest on his stomach. "Well, I hope that he's gone home to bed, to try and relax...."
Daniel's voice was a little husky. "I'm sure he's having a very difficult time keeping his mind off you."
John closed his eyes against the soft rush of arousal, letting his fingers play across his skin, wishing very much that they were Daniel's. "I'm definitely having a very hard time...." He replied, voice huskier than intended. "Daniel... what are you wearing?"
Amusement in his friend's voice. "The same thing I was when I dropped you off."
"I want you to take it off," he said softly. "Get comfortable with me...."
Another soft hiss, Daniel's voice, lower, softer. "Are we really going to do this, John?"
"Just... just talk me to sleep. Please. It's hard being away from you like this." There was no reply, but he heard a soft rustle of fabric, then Daniel's voice, soft, tentative.
"I took my suit jacket off...." Hesitation. "Tell me what you'd like me to do."
John smiled, closing his eyes, trying to imagine him. "The vest, too. Then unbutton your shirt...." He let his fingers tease his nipple slowly, trying to ignore for now the heat in his groin, wanting to focus on the voice at the other end of the phone. "Are you wearing an undershirt?"
Daniel's voice was a little husky. "Yes."
"Take it off." He heard the fabric brush against the mouthpiece of Daniel's headset, and made a little appreciative noise, deep in his throat. "I wish I was there to see it."
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked softly, and John smiled.
"Besides trying to picture you naked?" He sat up, wriggling out of the dress shirt and tossing it in the direction of the chair that held his jacket. "I just tossed my shirt across the room. I'm just lounging in bed with the quilts thrown back, wishing that the hands on my chest were yours and not mine...."
"That's a very nice mental image," the blonde replied slowly, and John thought he heard him swallow. "But it sounds like you're not very comfortable yet. Undo your pants for me."
John smiled, closing his eyes again, working by touch, imagining Daniel's hands. "It's difficult," he breathed softly, "I'm so hard..." He slipped his hand inside, letting himself cup his cock through the thin cotton of his shorts with a soft moan, arching up into his touch.
"Tell me what you're doing." Daniel's voice urged again, low and a little breathless, and John smiled.
"I'm stroking myself," He replied softly, unashamed. "Through my shorts. Do the same for me, Daniel? Lay back in bed and just listen to me...."
He heard a soft sigh of pleasure, murmured words. "I can't believe I'm doing this with you."
"If I were there, I'd be doing it to you," he replied softly, "Wish it was your hand slipping into the waistband of my shorts, fingers curling around my cock...."
He heard a soft expletive on the other end of the phone, Daniel's voice breathless. "Don't stop talking."
He chuckled, low and throaty. "I won't stop talking if you don't stop touching yourself. Deal?"
Hesitation, then the answer he'd been wanting. "... agreed."
"Good." He smiled, eyes still closed, remembering the blatant desire he'd seen in Daniel's eyes earlier. "But you should take off your suit pants... they look like they're dry clean only."
A low chuckle. "I won't argue with that. But you should, too."
"Easy enough. I just have to arch my back to pull them down, and kick them off the end of the bed...."
"Good." Daniel's voice, thick with desire, drove him wild. "Now go back to what you were doing."
He smiled, letting his hand wander back to the core of his arousal. "Which was?"
Only the slightest pause. "Touching yourself and thinking about me. Telling me about it."
"Mmmm." He slipped his fingers into his shorts again with a soft sigh. "I can do that. You drive me so crazy, Daniel...."
His lovers voice was a little laboured. "Are your shorts in the way? Pull them down."
"Gladly, lover... mmm, that's better... god, I'm so hard, I can't help myself... feels so good to stroke myself, my hips just... tense and rock up against my hand so I can slowly fuck my fingers...."
He was rewarded with a very soft whimper on the other end of the phone. "Do you keep lube nearby?"
John smiled, free hand reaching to tug open the drawer on his bedside table. "Of course. Makes things feel so much better..." He moved as he spoke, detailing his actions. "When I'm like this, I like to drip just a little bit on the head of my cock, and... massage it with my thumb... Ohh, god...." he drew a sharp breath, gasping despite himself at the pleasure of the sensations, at the heady arousal of Daniel's low groan on the other end of the phone. "Try it."
"I am," Daniel admitted softly, breathless, voice lowering a little. "Please... pretend that it's me, touching you."
"Mmm... god, love, for that I don't even have to try...." He let his hips buck up with the surge of desire, swallowing hard, switching channels but continuing to narrate. "You use more lube, because you know that I like it... love how wet and slick your fingers are as you stroke my cock slowly, letting me thrust into your hand...." He bit his lip against a whimpered moan, trying to stay coherent enough for speech, finding the eroticism of the situation amazingly intense. "God, I needed this so badly... just wanted you to undo my pants in the car and stroke me until I begged for you to fuck me...."
A sharp hiss of breath on the other end. "Don't stop - !"
He tightened his fingers around himself a little, breathless, trying to speak though the sharp pulses of pleasure that made his breath catch, made him groan. "Wanted you to... pull me on top of you, pull me down onto your cock to ride you, wanted to feel you so hard and thick inside me... oh god, Daniel, faster...!"
"John," his love whimpered, almost helplessly, "Oh hell, I need you so bad...."
He felt another surge of pleasure at Daniel's words, crying out despite himself, fingers moving faster on himself. "God, Daniel... you're going to make me come - !"
"Let me - " Daniel's voice caught helplessly, breathlessly, and John could hear his obvious pleasure. "Let me hear you, please... come for me...?"
John gave up on talking, focusing only on the sensations driven through him by touch, by Daniel's voice and gasps of pleasure on the other end of the phone. He made no effort to quiet himself, moans of pleasure throaty and helpless as his body tensed, pleasure building inescapably, taking him in a hot shower of sparks, white behind his closed eyes, pleasure that pulsed through his body, hot and sharp and satisfying. "Oh, fuck - !"
As his mind began to function again, he heard Daniel's choked cry on the other end of the phone, a sharp, audible gasp, and after a moment of tense stillness, a long exhalation of pleasure, of relief. "Ahh, John....."
"I'm still here," he managed, trying to catch his breath, trying to make his heart still. "You ok...?"
"Yes." A soft, breathless chuckle. "Oh yes. Thank you, John."
He let himself relax, ignoring the stickiness on his hand for now. He could clean up later.... "Mmm, no... thank you. I'm going to sleep very very soundly now, I think."
"Good." Daniel's voice was soft and warm, relaxed. "Me too. That was... a very unexpected but nice way to end the evening."
John smiled, trying to keep himself from drifting off. "Mmm-hmm...."
"Get some rest," he heard the doctor say softly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'll try not to be late," John murmured teasingly, before saying sleepy goodbyes and passing out.
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