Little Secrets [3/3]
anonymous
March 16 2010, 04:32:38 UTC
The sensation was…strange, to say the least, and Michael wasn't even the one on the receiving end. This wasn't something he did to himself all that often, mostly out of paranoia that some ever-present member of his family was going to walk in at the wrong time, but he'd done it enough to knew what he liked. He and Eirik, he figured, were similar enough that they might like the same kinds of things. Subconsciously, he wet his lips, sliding his hand over the length of Eirik's cock with teasing slowness at first. Eirik couldn't hold back a grunt, shifting just enough against Michael's body to brush against him in the right place.
There was no way that Eirik hadn't detected the shiver that ran through Michael's body at that. Oddly, rather than making him want some attention for himself, the touch just spurred Michael on to continue. It was frustrating to have to stay within the confines of his jeans, but the alternative was making a mess of the library, and that was not an option. They would have to make a sacrifice and make a mess of his pants, since they didn't exactly have time to decide at this rate. Michael could already feel a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Remember what you like, he thought to himself like a mantra, and he smeared some of the pre-cum over the slit of Eirik's cock with his thumb. Eirik shuddered, thrusting forward. Before long, he was fucking Michael's fist, still pushed tightly enough against him to make it look like their hips were rocking together in rhythm. Michael had become undeniably hard himself, but all that mattered right now was Eirik. Eirik, who was leaning close enough to whisper in Michael's ear in a way that sent a jolt up his spine.
"Didn't know you could - would - Jesus Christ, Michael," Eirik panted, pausing a second to take Michael's earlobe into his mouth. Michael let out a short hiss and sped up the motion of his hand. "Fuck, I promise I'll make it up to you later, I just - I need -"
And that was all it took; Eirik came with a low whimper in Michael's ear. Michael took his hand out of his pants, leaving Eirik grinding against him. Eirik caught on to what he had in mind quickly, and they moved together until Michael was coming too, biting his lip so hard to keep himself quiet that he was surprised it didn't draw blood.
They stayed where they were for a few minutes, trying to get their breathing back in check, for a good few minutes. Eirik looked down at his shirt with distaste. In his frenzy, Michael had ended up clinging to it with the hand that had been covered in come.
"That's disgusting," he remarked bluntly. "You're lucky I was wearing a white shirt to begin with."
Michael rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He took a wad of tissues out of his pocket and started to clean up what he could. "You're welcome, darling." The pet name made Eirik flinch, which was exactly what he'd been going for. He smirked a little to himself, satisfied, and then glanced down at their pants. "What are we going to do about that?"
"Hope that no one comes by before we figure something out."
"Works for me." Hand now clean, Michael picked one of the books off the shelf to look at the cover. He'd been wondering where they were since Eirik had first pushed him down the aisle. The book had "The First World War" emblazoned across the cover in large letters.
"Good going." He snorted. "No one would think to find us like this in the history section."
Re: Little Secrets [3/3]monimi101May 15 2010, 22:53:47 UTC
That was really good. :3 Normally I don't think about these two very much, because they're not in the series itself very often, but you write them so well, anyways.
The whole time I was reading it, I saw it my head in a Clamp sort of style, it was *great*.
( In my headcannon, Iceland is a total music snob, as well, cos Sigur Ros comes from there. :D )
Re: Little Secrets [3/3]monimi101May 15 2010, 22:54:16 UTC
That was really good. :3 Normally I don't think about these two very much, because they're not in the series itself very often, but you write them so well, anyways.
The whole time I was reading it, I saw it my head in a Clamp sort of style, it was *great*.
( In my headcannon, Iceland is a total music snob, as well, cos Sigur Ros comes from there. :D )
Re: Little Secrets [3/3]
anonymous
September 29 2010, 05:22:17 UTC
I'm so in love! This pairing is brilliant! And I love how you wrote both of them here. I'm a Hong Kong fangirl so I adored his inner mischievous nature, and I love that he's not paired with the usual suspects in this fic. Also I don't read a lot of fics with the Nordics, but this mischievous made me look harder at Iceland. And I <3 their names, especially Michael for Hong Kong. But I love the line: Do they just go around being indifferent about everything together? LMAO! And oh gosh the smut!!!So hot and lovely~
There was no way that Eirik hadn't detected the shiver that ran through Michael's body at that. Oddly, rather than making him want some attention for himself, the touch just spurred Michael on to continue. It was frustrating to have to stay within the confines of his jeans, but the alternative was making a mess of the library, and that was not an option. They would have to make a sacrifice and make a mess of his pants, since they didn't exactly have time to decide at this rate. Michael could already feel a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Remember what you like, he thought to himself like a mantra, and he smeared some of the pre-cum over the slit of Eirik's cock with his thumb. Eirik shuddered, thrusting forward. Before long, he was fucking Michael's fist, still pushed tightly enough against him to make it look like their hips were rocking together in rhythm. Michael had become undeniably hard himself, but all that mattered right now was Eirik. Eirik, who was leaning close enough to whisper in Michael's ear in a way that sent a jolt up his spine.
"Didn't know you could - would - Jesus Christ, Michael," Eirik panted, pausing a second to take Michael's earlobe into his mouth. Michael let out a short hiss and sped up the motion of his hand. "Fuck, I promise I'll make it up to you later, I just - I need -"
And that was all it took; Eirik came with a low whimper in Michael's ear. Michael took his hand out of his pants, leaving Eirik grinding against him. Eirik caught on to what he had in mind quickly, and they moved together until Michael was coming too, biting his lip so hard to keep himself quiet that he was surprised it didn't draw blood.
They stayed where they were for a few minutes, trying to get their breathing back in check, for a good few minutes. Eirik looked down at his shirt with distaste. In his frenzy, Michael had ended up clinging to it with the hand that had been covered in come.
"That's disgusting," he remarked bluntly. "You're lucky I was wearing a white shirt to begin with."
Michael rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He took a wad of tissues out of his pocket and started to clean up what he could. "You're welcome, darling." The pet name made Eirik flinch, which was exactly what he'd been going for. He smirked a little to himself, satisfied, and then glanced down at their pants. "What are we going to do about that?"
"Hope that no one comes by before we figure something out."
"Works for me." Hand now clean, Michael picked one of the books off the shelf to look at the cover. He'd been wondering where they were since Eirik had first pushed him down the aisle. The book had "The First World War" emblazoned across the cover in large letters.
"Good going." He snorted. "No one would think to find us like this in the history section."
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The whole time I was reading it, I saw it my head in a Clamp sort of style, it was *great*.
( In my headcannon, Iceland is a total music snob, as well, cos Sigur Ros comes from there. :D )
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The whole time I was reading it, I saw it my head in a Clamp sort of style, it was *great*.
( In my headcannon, Iceland is a total music snob, as well, cos Sigur Ros comes from there. :D )
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