Plum (Ocean's 11-verse, Danny/Rusty/Linus, prompt: idolise) For the Porn Battle
This is slightly too big for the Porn Battle comment-posts. I've written an Ocean's 11-verse prompt for each PB I've played with, so this is the 3rd. The first fic was Orange (O11/Torchwood, Rusty Ryan/ Jack Harkness), the second was Pineapple (O11, Danny/Rusty), so this is the 3rd. But they each can stand alone.
Six hours. They've got six hours until the next phase can start. The others, scattered around the city on their various tasks, won't be back before then. Six hours is a lot of time to kill.
The hotel suite isn't the nicest they've stayed in, but it's certainly up there. The couch they're on is long and plush, pillowy yet supportive. He reaches into the fruit basket the management thoughtfully left for them, hungry, as he always seems to be, and pulls out two firm, black plums. He rolls them around in his hand, not trying to hide the smirk of what it makes him think of. A noise from the other end of the couch says at least one of them are thinking the same way.
He looks up, to the other end of the couch, to watch Danny continue to take Linus apart, into little bitty pieces. Linus stares straight into his eyes, the lust and longing lit like an autumn fire, as Danny, tucked into the other corner of the couch, continues his slow tease of Linus from behind. Linus's button-down shirt is completely undone it never fails to amaze him how Linus can look like a little kid or a junior executive and Danny's hands wander slowly, back and forth, as his mouth leaves little nips and kisses to the younger man's neck and shoulders.
He's never quite sure why he let's Danny talk him into things, but he does. Deep down he trusts Danny completely, but a part of him near the surface sometimes stops and wonders why he lets these things happen. Thinking back to the conversation, for the Nth time, he finally admits to himself that he wasn't really talked into it, that he wanted it to happen. And Danny's hole card You've seen the way he looks at you. He idolises you. was less of an enticement than Danny might have thought. He'd seen, he'd known. The reality, he tells himself, was he was in from the first suggestion.
Danny's reaching lower now, rubbing Linus's lower belly, along the edge of the top of his trousers. Linus has never been a huge talker, but only grunts and groans come from him now.. Perhaps Danny told him talking wasn't allowed. Even without words, it's pretty obvious that Linus is extremely aroused; the heavy breathing, the unhidden bulge, the damp spot in front. The next step required different clothing anyway.
He realizes he's still holding the plums. He transfers one to the other hand, brings it up and takes a gentle bite. Good black plums are always so ruby red inside. Some of the juice lands on the side of his mouth. Unthinking, he licks it away. A strangled noise from the other end of the couch reminds him he is being watched.
Danny has the front of the trousers opened now. He notes with amusement the boxer-briefs within They'd had to remind him twice that you do not wear tighty whiteys under $2000 suits.. Then he turns his attention back to the task at hand.
Setting the second fruit on the table, he brings the plum back up to his mouth, first licking the sweet, ruby red flesh for excess juice before taking another bite. He's sure he heard two different noises that time, which makes him smile inside. Outside, he concentrates on slowly finishing the plum. When he's down to the small pit, he places it on a napkin on the table, carefully wipes his hands with another napkin, then looks up to contemplate his next move.
He gets up, then slowly walks to the other end of the couch, and sits down not a foot away from Linus. Danny, behind Linus, does not stop his movements, and Linus is still trying to stare at him, to watch him, but is having problems keeping focus.
He carefully, gently, leans in and kisses Linus. The younger man's mouth is sweet, almost as sweet as the plum, and his lips so soft. He gently pushes his tongue in, and it is willingly accepted, and their tongues touch and play for a moment.
He reaches one hand down Linus's body, stroking straight down the firm chest, down the trembling stomach muscles, and reaches into the boxer-briefs. After a few firm, slow strokes of the hardness within, he reaches down further.
Yep, like two firm plums.
Six hours. They've got six hours until the next phase can start. The others, scattered around the city on their various tasks, won't be back before then. Six hours is a lot of time to kill.
The hotel suite isn't the nicest they've stayed in, but it's certainly up there. The couch they're on is long and plush, pillowy yet supportive. He reaches into the fruit basket the management thoughtfully left for them, hungry, as he always seems to be, and pulls out two firm, black plums. He rolls them around in his hand, not trying to hide the smirk of what it makes him think of. A noise from the other end of the couch says at least one of them are thinking the same way.
He looks up, to the other end of the couch, to watch Danny continue to take Linus apart, into little bitty pieces. Linus stares straight into his eyes, the lust and longing lit like an autumn fire, as Danny, tucked into the other corner of the couch, continues his slow tease of Linus from behind. Linus's button-down shirt is completely undone it never fails to amaze him how Linus can look like a little kid or a junior executive and Danny's hands wander slowly, back and forth, as his mouth leaves little nips and kisses to the younger man's neck and shoulders.
He's never quite sure why he let's Danny talk him into things, but he does. Deep down he trusts Danny completely, but a part of him near the surface sometimes stops and wonders why he lets these things happen. Thinking back to the conversation, for the Nth time, he finally admits to himself that he wasn't really talked into it, that he wanted it to happen. And Danny's hole card You've seen the way he looks at you. He idolises you. was less of an enticement than Danny might have thought. He'd seen, he'd known. The reality, he tells himself, was he was in from the first suggestion.
Danny's reaching lower now, rubbing Linus's lower belly, along the edge of the top of his trousers. Linus has never been a huge talker, but only grunts and groans come from him now.. Perhaps Danny told him talking wasn't allowed. Even without words, it's pretty obvious that Linus is extremely aroused; the heavy breathing, the unhidden bulge, the damp spot in front. The next step required different clothing anyway.
He realizes he's still holding the plums. He transfers one to the other hand, brings it up and takes a gentle bite. Good black plums are always so ruby red inside. Some of the juice lands on the side of his mouth. Unthinking, he licks it away. A strangled noise from the other end of the couch reminds him he is being watched.
Danny has the front of the trousers opened now. He notes with amusement the boxer-briefs within They'd had to remind him twice that you do not wear tighty whiteys under $2000 suits.. Then he turns his attention back to the task at hand.
Setting the second fruit on the table, he brings the plum back up to his mouth, first licking the sweet, ruby red flesh for excess juice before taking another bite. He's sure he heard two different noises that time, which makes him smile inside. Outside, he concentrates on slowly finishing the plum. When he's down to the small pit, he places it on a napkin on the table, carefully wipes his hands with another napkin, then looks up to contemplate his next move.
He gets up, then slowly walks to the other end of the couch, and sits down not a foot away from Linus. Danny, behind Linus, does not stop his movements, and Linus is still trying to stare at him, to watch him, but is having problems keeping focus.
He carefully, gently, leans in and kisses Linus. The younger man's mouth is sweet, almost as sweet as the plum, and his lips so soft. He gently pushes his tongue in, and it is willingly accepted, and their tongues touch and play for a moment.
He reaches one hand down Linus's body, stroking straight down the firm chest, down the trembling stomach muscles, and reaches into the boxer-briefs. After a few firm, slow strokes of the hardness within, he reaches down further.
Yep, like two firm plums.