Ficlet: Shower (NC-17, JRM solo, RPS)
Yep, the best cure for cramps is: Smut! So, I did another one of those "written in 15 minutes, no edit, no beta" thingies.
Uhm, all you need to know before reading this is that Jon spent about 1-2 days or so (we're not done writing that yet, but roughly that time-frame) as Sharpe's pet before this. It's only 290 words, so really short (well, and also, there's only so much you can write in 15 minutes ;)
Jon stands in the shower and lets the warm water flow over his body. The bruises and cuts Sharpe left still hurt slightly, but it’s bearable. He needed the past day to recover, to find himself again, to find air to breathe. He wanted to call Dean right away, as soon as the time with Sharpe was over, but he couldn’t. And if he’s honest, he can’t really remember what he did yesterday.
But today, he did call. In fact, it was the first thing he did in the morning. And Christ, it was too good to hear Dean’s soft voice again. It always has a soothing effect on him and he’s aching. Aching to see him again, to feel his hands on him...
The shower. This is the place where he told Dean he loves him. And fuck, he was so beautiful - on his knees, Jon’s cock in his mouth, water running over both of them.
Jon closes his eyes and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking lightly, imagining it being Dean’s tongue licking down his shaft. His hips thrust forward, into his hand, into Dean’s mouth, into the familiar warmth. He leans back against the wall behind him; his breathing is coming in quick, harsh gasps. Water is caressing his chest, his nipples, his balls. Running over his body, dripping from his chin, embracing him.
"Dean..." Jon whispers his name as he comes with a shudder. He has to go to him. Now.
Quickly, he finishes showering, dries himself and gets his clothes. Not bothering with his hair, he gets out the door and into his car, driving up to Dean. He’s good two hours early, but he doesn’t care, he has to see him. Now.
Uhm, all you need to know before reading this is that Jon spent about 1-2 days or so (we're not done writing that yet, but roughly that time-frame) as Sharpe's pet before this. It's only 290 words, so really short (well, and also, there's only so much you can write in 15 minutes ;)
Jon stands in the shower and lets the warm water flow over his body. The bruises and cuts Sharpe left still hurt slightly, but it’s bearable. He needed the past day to recover, to find himself again, to find air to breathe. He wanted to call Dean right away, as soon as the time with Sharpe was over, but he couldn’t. And if he’s honest, he can’t really remember what he did yesterday.
But today, he did call. In fact, it was the first thing he did in the morning. And Christ, it was too good to hear Dean’s soft voice again. It always has a soothing effect on him and he’s aching. Aching to see him again, to feel his hands on him...
The shower. This is the place where he told Dean he loves him. And fuck, he was so beautiful - on his knees, Jon’s cock in his mouth, water running over both of them.
Jon closes his eyes and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking lightly, imagining it being Dean’s tongue licking down his shaft. His hips thrust forward, into his hand, into Dean’s mouth, into the familiar warmth. He leans back against the wall behind him; his breathing is coming in quick, harsh gasps. Water is caressing his chest, his nipples, his balls. Running over his body, dripping from his chin, embracing him.
"Dean..." Jon whispers his name as he comes with a shudder. He has to go to him. Now.
Quickly, he finishes showering, dries himself and gets his clothes. Not bothering with his hair, he gets out the door and into his car, driving up to Dean. He’s good two hours early, but he doesn’t care, he has to see him. Now.