Corrupting Innocence - Heroes/SPN - Adam/John
Title: Corrupting Innocence
Pairing: John Winchester/Adam Monroe
Word Count: 1010
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the kink meme, for the request "virgin, Marines, piercing". It may be AU for S4 of Supernatural as I haven't been watching it, but it's set way pre-series.
Summary: "Hold still, John," Adam muttered, his hands steady and cold. "Stop being such a baby."
"Hold still, John," Adam muttered, his hands steady and cold. "Stop being such a baby."
The eighteen-year-old glared at him, full of youthful defiance and stubborn pride. "I'm not being 'a baby'. You're waving a damn needle around. Pardon me if I'm a little nervous."
"You trust me, don't you?" Adam asked, looking up at him. John was so young, so delightfully naïve and optimistic. If Adam had had any sense he would have known to stay far, far away from this young man: the people he cared about died. That was the nature of mortality. Adam should have retreated back to the Company, taken his place with Kaito, Angela and the others, and forgotten all about this teenager with his smart mouth and bright eyes.
And yet…
Yet here they were, hiding in their quarters, John sitting shirtless on the bed with a small clamp over his left nipple.
"Of course I trust you," John replied, baffled. "Trust has nothing to do with it."
"Hmm?"
"It's gonna hurt. Don't matter how much I trust you."
Adam turned the needle in his fingers, the metal having heated to his body temperature. He reached out with his other hand to run the pad of his thumb over John's nipple, just to see the way he shuddered. He'd love to tattoo him too, mark up that smooth body until there was no way for John to deny what had happened here.
"Do it," John breathed. His eyes didn't waver from Adam's. "Do it."
He took a second, held his breath, then pushed the point of the needle through his flesh with no hesitation. John's teeth clenched; his hands formed fists; he groaned through a closed mouth. He takes pain well, Adam noted, hiding away that bit of trivia for a more useful occasion as he picked up the small ring he'd managed to get from one of the other marines, threading it through the newly pierced hole as he listened to John suck pained air through his teeth.
"Almost done," he promised, looking at it now as he removed the clamp. The skin around John's nipple had gone a bright shade of pink while the gold piercing drew the attention effortlessly to the area. John looked down at it and smiled, looked like he was maybe going to start laughing until Adam sterilised it a little more roughly than he probably ought to have done.
"Shit," John said, laughter still trembling in his voice. "Can't believe I let you do that."
"'Let'? I believe you were the one encouraging me in the first place," Adam accused, leaning in to steal a shivering kiss from the youth's lips. He flinched more from that than he had from the needle driving through his flesh: he always did, some instinctual aversion. Not uncommon, Adam supposed, but still annoying. It was because of that that he had to fight for every kiss, every touch, every shiver of pleasure down his spine. He'd been chasing John since they ended up here together for two months - an inconceivably long time - and still the man resisted.
John yielded for him after Adam eased his hand through his hair. Soft and gentle with John - at first, before his limited control began to slip - in case he spooked him. His hand moved between them, toying over the fresh piercing. He felt John wincing and withdrew his fingers. "Why don't you let me distract you from it?" he suggested, moving down to undo the button and zip of John's trousers. The door wasn't locked: they'd have to be fast.
John was already hard when he peeled his pants down, his dick waiting for attention. Adam wasted no time, his mouth easing around the tip and drawing a contented moan forth. The cock felt thick and large in his mouth, the scent and taste imprinted in his mind, and he knew just how to work it, just how to drive John mad with the right move of his tongue, the right depth and speed.
The position was awkward, sitting and leaning down, so he shifted and slithered until it felt better. John's hand rested at the back of his head, but he didn't push him down, didn't buck up into his mouth. Nice kid. Sweet boy. If there was a Hell, Adam had no doubts that he would end up there if he ever died.
The whimpers that came from John's mouth were sweet to the ear. Adam's hand sneaked between them, underneath John, and he looked up at John's face as one finger pressed inside of him. Tight muscle clamped around him, so hot and so fresh: god, he could only imagine what it would be like when he finally got to fuck him, when John stopped clinging to his virginity like it was a precious metal. The idea of getting to claim him like that, mark his memories forever, sent a red-hot tremble all throughout Adam's body: he moaned around John's cock as his finger crooked inside his ass. It was enough to make John groan, his head thudding back against the wall as his heated come spilled out of his cock and into Adam's mouth. With no other option, Adam pulled off of him and swallowed, one hand covering his mouth as he wished to wash away the taste.
"Whoa," John gasped, groaning as his hips shuffled as he pulled his underwear and trousers back up over his hips. "That's one hell of a 'distraction'."
"Thank you." Adam leered hopefully, a smile on his face as he shifted to sit beside John, peeling off his own trousers after glancing once more at the piercing he'd left behind on John's nipple. "Now, would you feel like distracting me?"
John smiled - a warm expression, somehow still goofily innocent when his face possessed a red flush from orgasm - and nodded. "Definitely feel like it," he confirmed as he wriggled off the slim bunk to kneel on the floor.
Corrupting innocence, Adam thought as John's mouth worked its magic. There's nothing else like it.
Pairing: John Winchester/Adam Monroe
Word Count: 1010
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the kink meme, for the request "virgin, Marines, piercing". It may be AU for S4 of Supernatural as I haven't been watching it, but it's set way pre-series.
Summary: "Hold still, John," Adam muttered, his hands steady and cold. "Stop being such a baby."
"Hold still, John," Adam muttered, his hands steady and cold. "Stop being such a baby."
The eighteen-year-old glared at him, full of youthful defiance and stubborn pride. "I'm not being 'a baby'. You're waving a damn needle around. Pardon me if I'm a little nervous."
"You trust me, don't you?" Adam asked, looking up at him. John was so young, so delightfully naïve and optimistic. If Adam had had any sense he would have known to stay far, far away from this young man: the people he cared about died. That was the nature of mortality. Adam should have retreated back to the Company, taken his place with Kaito, Angela and the others, and forgotten all about this teenager with his smart mouth and bright eyes.
And yet…
Yet here they were, hiding in their quarters, John sitting shirtless on the bed with a small clamp over his left nipple.
"Of course I trust you," John replied, baffled. "Trust has nothing to do with it."
"Hmm?"
"It's gonna hurt. Don't matter how much I trust you."
Adam turned the needle in his fingers, the metal having heated to his body temperature. He reached out with his other hand to run the pad of his thumb over John's nipple, just to see the way he shuddered. He'd love to tattoo him too, mark up that smooth body until there was no way for John to deny what had happened here.
"Do it," John breathed. His eyes didn't waver from Adam's. "Do it."
He took a second, held his breath, then pushed the point of the needle through his flesh with no hesitation. John's teeth clenched; his hands formed fists; he groaned through a closed mouth. He takes pain well, Adam noted, hiding away that bit of trivia for a more useful occasion as he picked up the small ring he'd managed to get from one of the other marines, threading it through the newly pierced hole as he listened to John suck pained air through his teeth.
"Almost done," he promised, looking at it now as he removed the clamp. The skin around John's nipple had gone a bright shade of pink while the gold piercing drew the attention effortlessly to the area. John looked down at it and smiled, looked like he was maybe going to start laughing until Adam sterilised it a little more roughly than he probably ought to have done.
"Shit," John said, laughter still trembling in his voice. "Can't believe I let you do that."
"'Let'? I believe you were the one encouraging me in the first place," Adam accused, leaning in to steal a shivering kiss from the youth's lips. He flinched more from that than he had from the needle driving through his flesh: he always did, some instinctual aversion. Not uncommon, Adam supposed, but still annoying. It was because of that that he had to fight for every kiss, every touch, every shiver of pleasure down his spine. He'd been chasing John since they ended up here together for two months - an inconceivably long time - and still the man resisted.
John yielded for him after Adam eased his hand through his hair. Soft and gentle with John - at first, before his limited control began to slip - in case he spooked him. His hand moved between them, toying over the fresh piercing. He felt John wincing and withdrew his fingers. "Why don't you let me distract you from it?" he suggested, moving down to undo the button and zip of John's trousers. The door wasn't locked: they'd have to be fast.
John was already hard when he peeled his pants down, his dick waiting for attention. Adam wasted no time, his mouth easing around the tip and drawing a contented moan forth. The cock felt thick and large in his mouth, the scent and taste imprinted in his mind, and he knew just how to work it, just how to drive John mad with the right move of his tongue, the right depth and speed.
The position was awkward, sitting and leaning down, so he shifted and slithered until it felt better. John's hand rested at the back of his head, but he didn't push him down, didn't buck up into his mouth. Nice kid. Sweet boy. If there was a Hell, Adam had no doubts that he would end up there if he ever died.
The whimpers that came from John's mouth were sweet to the ear. Adam's hand sneaked between them, underneath John, and he looked up at John's face as one finger pressed inside of him. Tight muscle clamped around him, so hot and so fresh: god, he could only imagine what it would be like when he finally got to fuck him, when John stopped clinging to his virginity like it was a precious metal. The idea of getting to claim him like that, mark his memories forever, sent a red-hot tremble all throughout Adam's body: he moaned around John's cock as his finger crooked inside his ass. It was enough to make John groan, his head thudding back against the wall as his heated come spilled out of his cock and into Adam's mouth. With no other option, Adam pulled off of him and swallowed, one hand covering his mouth as he wished to wash away the taste.
"Whoa," John gasped, groaning as his hips shuffled as he pulled his underwear and trousers back up over his hips. "That's one hell of a 'distraction'."
"Thank you." Adam leered hopefully, a smile on his face as he shifted to sit beside John, peeling off his own trousers after glancing once more at the piercing he'd left behind on John's nipple. "Now, would you feel like distracting me?"
John smiled - a warm expression, somehow still goofily innocent when his face possessed a red flush from orgasm - and nodded. "Definitely feel like it," he confirmed as he wriggled off the slim bunk to kneel on the floor.
Corrupting innocence, Adam thought as John's mouth worked its magic. There's nothing else like it.