fic: "Pants Must Be Worn at All Times" (NC-17)
Title: Pants Must Be Worn At All Times
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Time Machine misbehaviour
Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Summary: “Unlike you, Leonard, I do not suffer under the delusion that altering my intelligence or interests will improve my chances of sexual interaction with another person. However,” the taller scientist approached the Time Machine closer, “I have come up with a solution to your dilemma."
Word Count: 1,277
Notes: Written for the following prompt at bbt_kink: Two of the characters have sex in the Time Machine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing--no copyright infringement is intended. The first few lines of dialogue [you'll recognize them] are courtesy of Big Bang Theory Transcripts.
“Oh, wait. Did you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” Sheldon looked at Leonard expectantly.
The shorter physicist sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Wow, I’m on fire tonight.” Sheldon turned and sat down across from the Time Machine, where Leonard finally stopped flicking the coloured lights on and off.
“Eh,” he started, “here’s the thing. Girls like Penny never end up with guys who own time machines.”
“I disagree,” Sheldon immediately replied, “your inability to successfully woo Penny long predates your acquisition of the time machine. That failure clearly stands on its own.”
“Thanks for pointing it out.” Leonard said flatly.
“In addition,” Sheldon continued, ignoring his roommate, “your premise is flawed. In the original film, Rod Taylor got Yvette Mimeaux with that very time machine. In Back to the Future, Marty McFly got the opportunity to hook up with his extremely attractive young mother.” The taller physicist stood again, looking down at Leonard blithely.
“Those are movies!” Leonard squinted up at the taller man as if he had a giant squid head. Of course, with Sheldon, a squid head would have been more normal.
“Well of course they’re movies. Were you expecting me to come up with an example involving a real life time machine? That’s absurd.” Sheldon shook his head and turned to leave.
Not comforted in the slightest, Leonard eventually drifted off, dreaming of earlier in the day. When he woke from his dream of valiantly winning Penny’s heart, he found Sheldon again standing over him.
“It’s still my turn.”
Leonard ignored him and flicked the Time Machine lights on again. “Do you ever wish you weren’t as smart as you are? Or didn’t like stuff like comic books and Star Trek as much?”
Sheldon snorted derisively. “Unlike you, Leonard, I do not suffer under the delusion that altering my intelligence or interests will improve my chances of sexual interaction with another person. However,” the taller scientist approached the Time Machine closer, “I have come up with a solution to your dilemma. Scoot up a bit.”
Morbidly curious, Leonard mutely obeyed, sliding closer to the control dials and glowing lights, leaving the back of the seat vacant. He watched at Sheldon removed his slippers and climbed into the space he had left. The shorter man was dumbfounded-he had never been this close to Sheldon, let alone at the other man’s direction. Leonard looked down at the red velvet seat, where Sheldon’s flannel-clad thighs rested against his own.
“Sh-Sheldon?” Leonard asked softly, “What are you doing?”
“Since Penny is unavailable to relieve your sexual frustrations,” the taller man began calmly, his hands just brushing Leonard’s shoulders, “I thought I might be of service. Of course I have no interest in coitus, but I have come to understand that other partner activities may be equally satisfying.”
Flabbergasted, Leonard twisted in his seat to look Sheldon in the eye. “Are you suggesting we... fool around?”
“If you want to use laymen’s terms, then yes.”
The shorter man turned back towards the kitchen, still processing this information. Was this Sheldon’s way of showing he had feelings for Leonard? Or was it, as he had said, merely Sheldon’s logical solution for Leonard’s “problem” with Penny? He had never imagined his roommate to be so generous if that were the case.
Sheldon took Leonard’s silence as acceptance of his offer and slid long-fingered hands underneath the smaller man’s jacket and shirt, rubbing small circles up his back. “It would behoove you to relax, Leonard. Being tense does not facilitate orgasm.”
Leonard chuckled, amused at Sheldon’s serious take on the awkward situation. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax, leaning slightly against Sheldon’s hands. The taller man’s hands were rather cold, and Leonard could feel goosebumps rising along his arms. Leonard rested his hands tentatively on Sheldon’s legs; beneath the flannel, he could feel the other man’s wiry muscle. The smaller physicist caught himself thinking about what lay beneath Sheldon’s pyjamas-between that and the backrub, he was already half hard.
As if reading Leonard’s thoughts, Sheldon slid his hands around Leonard’s waist, fingertips teasing along the waistband of his pants. Leonard sighed and leaned back against Sheldon’s chest. It felt right-probably too right, but Leonard was beyond analyzing it.
Sheldon rested his chin on Leonard’s shoulder as he focused on unfastening the other man’s pants. Noticing Sheldon’s struggle with the second button, Leonard helped out by unfastening them the rest of the way. He could feel Sheldon nod approvingly against his shoulder as the taller man delved into Leonard’s Superman boxers.
It felt like an age before Sheldon’s fingers wrapped around his cock. When they finally did, Leonard moaned and wriggled into the velvet seat of the Time Machine. Sheldon pumped him methodically, one hand still resting on his waist. Leonard vaguely imagined they were a sight to see-Sheldon in pyjamas, Leonard with his shirt hiked up and pants undone, all in the reddish glow of the prop’s coloured lights.
Sheldon, Leonard decided, was more than semi-pro at this. He went more slowly than Leonard typically did when pleasuring himself, but Leonard certainly wasn’t complaining. When Sheldon used his thumb to smear drops of Leonard’s pre-cum around the head, Leonard moaned loudly, gripping the arm of the Time Machine like a vice.
The hand resting on Leonard’s waist wandered up the smaller physicist’s chest and began toying with a nipple. Twisting slightly at the new sensation, Leonard suddenly noticed that Sheldon was hard against his clothed buttocks. Realizing the one-sidedness of the encounter, Leonard cleared his throat.
“Sheldon, do you want me to-“
“That’s not necessary,” Sheldon interrupted, voice husky. The taller man squeezed Leonard’s cock in an attempt to distract him.
Leonard gasped, convulsively gripping the velvet seat arm. “Are you sure? I could-” he moaned suddenly as Sheldon gently bit where his neck and shoulder met- “return the favour...”
“You will have ample opportunity to do so at another time, Leonard.” The hand on Leonard’s cock began moving slightly faster, slicked with pre-cum and sweat.
Giving up on his idea, the smaller physicist contented himself with thrusting into Sheldon’s hand and rubbing his hands along the other man’s flannel-clad legs. As he neared the edge, Leonard squeezed his eyes shut against the kitchen and the dials of the Time Machine, but he was unable to eliminate the red glow of the lights from his vision even as he came, groaning and spurting a sticky mess into Sheldon’s waiting hands.
The pair sat in silence for a few moments, Leonard’s pants hanging undone and Sheldon’s chin still resting on his shoulder. Leonard stared at the dials of the Time Machine in the glow of the lights, the date still set to the day before yesterday. He realized that he no longer wished to go back and prevent himself from getting the giant prop.
Sheldon moved first, removing himself from the red velvet seat to wash his hands thoroughly in the kitchen sink. Leonard came back to himself then and adjusted his boxers and pants. He was still slightly sticky from the encounter, but he didn’t really care. The smaller physicist almost wanted to stay sticky, if only to prove that it had actually happened.
As he fastened the last button on his pants, Leonard had another realization.
“Uhm, didn’t we just break the Time Machine rules? Pants must be worn at all times in the Time Machine?”
Sheldon finished drying his hands as he responded blithely, “No. You did not remove your pants.”
The taller man left the room, leaving Leonard to again contemplate the glowing lights and dials alone.
Reviews are like candy and much appreciated!
Also, if anyone's interested, the original thread containing this prompt can be found here.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Time Machine misbehaviour
Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Summary: “Unlike you, Leonard, I do not suffer under the delusion that altering my intelligence or interests will improve my chances of sexual interaction with another person. However,” the taller scientist approached the Time Machine closer, “I have come up with a solution to your dilemma."
Word Count: 1,277
Notes: Written for the following prompt at bbt_kink: Two of the characters have sex in the Time Machine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing--no copyright infringement is intended. The first few lines of dialogue [you'll recognize them] are courtesy of Big Bang Theory Transcripts.
“Oh, wait. Did you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” Sheldon looked at Leonard expectantly.
The shorter physicist sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Wow, I’m on fire tonight.” Sheldon turned and sat down across from the Time Machine, where Leonard finally stopped flicking the coloured lights on and off.
“Eh,” he started, “here’s the thing. Girls like Penny never end up with guys who own time machines.”
“I disagree,” Sheldon immediately replied, “your inability to successfully woo Penny long predates your acquisition of the time machine. That failure clearly stands on its own.”
“Thanks for pointing it out.” Leonard said flatly.
“In addition,” Sheldon continued, ignoring his roommate, “your premise is flawed. In the original film, Rod Taylor got Yvette Mimeaux with that very time machine. In Back to the Future, Marty McFly got the opportunity to hook up with his extremely attractive young mother.” The taller physicist stood again, looking down at Leonard blithely.
“Those are movies!” Leonard squinted up at the taller man as if he had a giant squid head. Of course, with Sheldon, a squid head would have been more normal.
“Well of course they’re movies. Were you expecting me to come up with an example involving a real life time machine? That’s absurd.” Sheldon shook his head and turned to leave.
Not comforted in the slightest, Leonard eventually drifted off, dreaming of earlier in the day. When he woke from his dream of valiantly winning Penny’s heart, he found Sheldon again standing over him.
“It’s still my turn.”
Leonard ignored him and flicked the Time Machine lights on again. “Do you ever wish you weren’t as smart as you are? Or didn’t like stuff like comic books and Star Trek as much?”
Sheldon snorted derisively. “Unlike you, Leonard, I do not suffer under the delusion that altering my intelligence or interests will improve my chances of sexual interaction with another person. However,” the taller scientist approached the Time Machine closer, “I have come up with a solution to your dilemma. Scoot up a bit.”
Morbidly curious, Leonard mutely obeyed, sliding closer to the control dials and glowing lights, leaving the back of the seat vacant. He watched at Sheldon removed his slippers and climbed into the space he had left. The shorter man was dumbfounded-he had never been this close to Sheldon, let alone at the other man’s direction. Leonard looked down at the red velvet seat, where Sheldon’s flannel-clad thighs rested against his own.
“Sh-Sheldon?” Leonard asked softly, “What are you doing?”
“Since Penny is unavailable to relieve your sexual frustrations,” the taller man began calmly, his hands just brushing Leonard’s shoulders, “I thought I might be of service. Of course I have no interest in coitus, but I have come to understand that other partner activities may be equally satisfying.”
Flabbergasted, Leonard twisted in his seat to look Sheldon in the eye. “Are you suggesting we... fool around?”
“If you want to use laymen’s terms, then yes.”
The shorter man turned back towards the kitchen, still processing this information. Was this Sheldon’s way of showing he had feelings for Leonard? Or was it, as he had said, merely Sheldon’s logical solution for Leonard’s “problem” with Penny? He had never imagined his roommate to be so generous if that were the case.
Sheldon took Leonard’s silence as acceptance of his offer and slid long-fingered hands underneath the smaller man’s jacket and shirt, rubbing small circles up his back. “It would behoove you to relax, Leonard. Being tense does not facilitate orgasm.”
Leonard chuckled, amused at Sheldon’s serious take on the awkward situation. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax, leaning slightly against Sheldon’s hands. The taller man’s hands were rather cold, and Leonard could feel goosebumps rising along his arms. Leonard rested his hands tentatively on Sheldon’s legs; beneath the flannel, he could feel the other man’s wiry muscle. The smaller physicist caught himself thinking about what lay beneath Sheldon’s pyjamas-between that and the backrub, he was already half hard.
As if reading Leonard’s thoughts, Sheldon slid his hands around Leonard’s waist, fingertips teasing along the waistband of his pants. Leonard sighed and leaned back against Sheldon’s chest. It felt right-probably too right, but Leonard was beyond analyzing it.
Sheldon rested his chin on Leonard’s shoulder as he focused on unfastening the other man’s pants. Noticing Sheldon’s struggle with the second button, Leonard helped out by unfastening them the rest of the way. He could feel Sheldon nod approvingly against his shoulder as the taller man delved into Leonard’s Superman boxers.
It felt like an age before Sheldon’s fingers wrapped around his cock. When they finally did, Leonard moaned and wriggled into the velvet seat of the Time Machine. Sheldon pumped him methodically, one hand still resting on his waist. Leonard vaguely imagined they were a sight to see-Sheldon in pyjamas, Leonard with his shirt hiked up and pants undone, all in the reddish glow of the prop’s coloured lights.
Sheldon, Leonard decided, was more than semi-pro at this. He went more slowly than Leonard typically did when pleasuring himself, but Leonard certainly wasn’t complaining. When Sheldon used his thumb to smear drops of Leonard’s pre-cum around the head, Leonard moaned loudly, gripping the arm of the Time Machine like a vice.
The hand resting on Leonard’s waist wandered up the smaller physicist’s chest and began toying with a nipple. Twisting slightly at the new sensation, Leonard suddenly noticed that Sheldon was hard against his clothed buttocks. Realizing the one-sidedness of the encounter, Leonard cleared his throat.
“Sheldon, do you want me to-“
“That’s not necessary,” Sheldon interrupted, voice husky. The taller man squeezed Leonard’s cock in an attempt to distract him.
Leonard gasped, convulsively gripping the velvet seat arm. “Are you sure? I could-” he moaned suddenly as Sheldon gently bit where his neck and shoulder met- “return the favour...”
“You will have ample opportunity to do so at another time, Leonard.” The hand on Leonard’s cock began moving slightly faster, slicked with pre-cum and sweat.
Giving up on his idea, the smaller physicist contented himself with thrusting into Sheldon’s hand and rubbing his hands along the other man’s flannel-clad legs. As he neared the edge, Leonard squeezed his eyes shut against the kitchen and the dials of the Time Machine, but he was unable to eliminate the red glow of the lights from his vision even as he came, groaning and spurting a sticky mess into Sheldon’s waiting hands.
The pair sat in silence for a few moments, Leonard’s pants hanging undone and Sheldon’s chin still resting on his shoulder. Leonard stared at the dials of the Time Machine in the glow of the lights, the date still set to the day before yesterday. He realized that he no longer wished to go back and prevent himself from getting the giant prop.
Sheldon moved first, removing himself from the red velvet seat to wash his hands thoroughly in the kitchen sink. Leonard came back to himself then and adjusted his boxers and pants. He was still slightly sticky from the encounter, but he didn’t really care. The smaller physicist almost wanted to stay sticky, if only to prove that it had actually happened.
As he fastened the last button on his pants, Leonard had another realization.
“Uhm, didn’t we just break the Time Machine rules? Pants must be worn at all times in the Time Machine?”
Sheldon finished drying his hands as he responded blithely, “No. You did not remove your pants.”
The taller man left the room, leaving Leonard to again contemplate the glowing lights and dials alone.
Reviews are like candy and much appreciated!
Also, if anyone's interested, the original thread containing this prompt can be found here.