FIC Naked (1/1)
FIC: Naked (1/1) PWP
TITLE: Naked (1/1)
AUTHOR: Jan (Jacosta3)
PAIRING: Kevin/Scotty
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: PWP. Scotty appreciates the natural side of Kevin.
DISCLAIMER: The characters don't belong to me. I'm a Kevin/Scotty shipper (*tear rolls down cheek*). I hope I can do them justice.
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Black.
Sunlight.
Scotty's eyes.
After a particularly splendid night of sex, Kevin woke up in his very own bed, with his very own Scotty standing above him with a cup of coffee. Scotty's hair was mussed from the shower, but the rest of him was dry...and completely naked. Not a bad way to wake up.
Kevin crawled out of bed and stretched away the aches and pains that come with the territory of a great lover and a not-so-great mattress. The slightly chipped mug glued itself to Kevin's fingers as the caffeine burst zapped away his remaining grogginess. Once Kevin got his tongue off the roof of his mouth he thanked Scotty.
"If you had anywhere to go, you didn't have to wait for me."
Scotty smiled back at him.
"I'm a waiter. I...wait."
Kevin chuckled into his coffee at the appropriate time, but he wondered how many times Scotty had used that line before. A flash of irritation soured his otherwise good mood. Why did Scotty - so sweet and funny and supportive - annoy him? How cruel of a bastard must Kevin be to be so cynical about such a great guy? Sometimes Kevin felt like Scotty never looked at him as much as he looked inside him, seeing every imperfection, every flaw. What was worse, Kevin almost wanted Scotty to see those flaws. Wanted Scotty to make him a better man, loving and kind and self-sacrificing and all the other junk Kevin imagined the mythical perfect gay man was supposed to be.
Judging by Scotty's sudden expression of concern, Kevin realized how transparent he was being - in mood as well as body - and almost as a shield of armor, picked up his boxer shorts from the foot of the bed.
"Shower. Thanks for the coffee."
Warm water cleansed Kevin's body and mind in a way only a good hot shower can. As his mostly dried body slipped into a silk robe, he pondered whether or not Scotty had left. He'd given enough signals to suggest Scotty go, but deep down, he was hoping Scotty was still there.
When he slipped out of the bathroom he found Scotty, still there, still naked, and doing the dishes.
Scotty's voice rose above the sound of the spigot.
"Sorry. Hope I didn't give you any cold water. Force of habit!"
Kevin smirked. Somehow when he'd bought his new dishwasher the manual didn't mention the power bottom setting. Scotty's tight, smooth buns jostled slightly up and down as he dried the wine glasses from the previous night's date. Like two melons ripe for the pinch. Kevin was losing track of his original objection to why he didn't want Scotty in his house all the time, naked and hard and on his back and on his knees and everywhere else, so he tried to find focus.
"Are you some kind of nudist?"
Scotty shrugged.
"I think the term is naturalist. I'm just not in a rush to get dressed. Don't you ever have that urge to just be like you were when you were born?"
"When I was born, I looked like Abe Vigoda."
Kevin idled at the refrigerator over the apple or orange juice. Those teasing, watchful eyes bore into his back. He could tell Scotty was unsure about what to say next. Scotty being Scotty, he said it anyway.
"Kevin, why did you put your shorts on just to make it from the bed to the bathroom? Are you ashamed of your body?"
Kevin wasn't sure how to react. The truth was a large part of him still thought of sex and the naked body as something to keep hidden away until the scheduled times of release. He'd heard plenty of compliments about his body, about his looks, but he just didn't see himself that way. Something in him said he couldn't, that he had no right. Finally selecting the orange juice, Kevin did his best to diffuse the latest psychoanalysis.
"Let's just say that accidentally walking in on my Uncle Ira's bathroom break at the last family reunion gave me a life lesson in the perils of freeballing. Ever heard of low hangers? His were somewhere around the ceramic tile."
"No, seriously Kevin. You have such a beautiful body."
Unwittingly, Kevin's shoulders tensed up a bit at the compliment. Scotty soon slinked behind him to put those nimble fingers to work on the tension, his plea whispered in Kevin's sensitive ear.
"Kevin, we're all taught to be so ashamed of ourselves, and I don't know why. Skin is skin. Nothing shameful. I've seen you half-dressed and totally dressed and I've done things to you in the dark that I still can't quite believe, but I've never really seen you. ALL of you."
The tension still wasn't going away. Kevin had no idea what the point of this latest adventure in Scotty's Guide to Gay Shame was, but he knew Scotty well enough to know a losing battle.
Sighing, Kevin slid his robe down his torso, briefly concerned with the welfare of the silk material as it hit the floor.
Scotty's mouth fell open as he drank in every detail before him. Kevin felt embarrassed, degraded at being worshiped, although he wasn't entirely sure why. He also felt, among other swellings, a swelling of pride. Scotty's eyes, and soon his hands - what those hands could do - explored every area of Kevin's body. Kevin knew he was on display, that the man he was on exhibit for could truly appreciate what he viewed as a work of art.
Scotty tenderly kissed him, as if to thank Kevin for crossing this boundary he was obviously hesitant to cross. The tender kiss threatened to turn rough and passionate, but Scotty soon broke away.
Those fingers which knew Kevin so well finally settled in a pattern gliding up and down his chest and stomach, especially fascinated with Kevin's chest hair. Memories of Scotty's head heavy against his chest as they slept at night made Kevin smile, before teeth on his left nipple elicited a carnal groan.
"Hair...nice..." were all the words Kevin could make out as Scotty muttered, kiss, and bit his way down Kevin's flat, furry stomach.
"When I was in college my first boyfriend told me gay men should shave off all their body hair or they were self-hating, straight-acting sellouts. Oh yeah...tongue in my navel...oh God Scotty...anyway, he lives in Utah now, he's married...oh fuck baby you need to patent that thing...and swears Jesus made him straight. What a loser...oooohhhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKK take me all the way, just like that..."
Scotty interrupted his deep-throating to smile up at his lover.
"Peaks and valleys, huh?"
Kevin wasn't sure if Scotty meant Utah, or something else. The something else became apparent when Kevin felt a sharp set of teeth nip at either side of his buttocks, followed by practiced fingers spreading him open for a hot, wet invasion. Kevin's knees buckled as the persistent tongue began to tremor inside him, a finger joining to enter the tight hole. This wasn't the first time Kevin had been given a rim job, but Scotty was so good at knowing how to make him feel good, and was someone he cared about, maybe even more than cared about.
Soon the pleasure of Scotty's drilling and massaging became almost unbearable, and Kevin pulled him up. Sitting Scotty on the countertop, he buried his face in Scotty's neck, moaning and panting as they rubbed their tumescent shafts against each other, furiously, faster and faster, Scotty's nose buried in Kevin's still-wet hair as Kevin's musky chest stuck to Scotty's smooth abs, sweat and sex binding them together in this moment, a moment neither wanted to end. Soon, all too soon, Kevin cried out as their lovemaking spilled all over their naked legs and stomachs. Then they rested, breathing heavy and frantic, slowly calming as their tired eyes gazed into each other's souls.
The afterglow was often Kevin's favorite part of sex, but being able to see Scotty's orgasm in the bright sunlight had made this even better. On impulse, he kissed Scotty's forehead and nose. Scotty, still panting, began to blush.
"Oh God! I really don't know what came over me - besides you just a few minutes ago. I might as well say it - I've wanted to take a bite out of your ass since the first time I saw you, when you were in those tight suit pants you wear so well."
Kevin just rubbed Scotty's temples, soaking in his angelic yet devilish smile.
"Well, Scotty...they always say breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
Sounds of raucous laughter filled the apartment. Somehow, the two men never did make it out of the apartment that day, and their clothes never did make it off the floor.
TITLE: Naked (1/1)
AUTHOR: Jan (Jacosta3)
PAIRING: Kevin/Scotty
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: PWP. Scotty appreciates the natural side of Kevin.
DISCLAIMER: The characters don't belong to me. I'm a Kevin/Scotty shipper (*tear rolls down cheek*). I hope I can do them justice.
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Black.
Sunlight.
Scotty's eyes.
After a particularly splendid night of sex, Kevin woke up in his very own bed, with his very own Scotty standing above him with a cup of coffee. Scotty's hair was mussed from the shower, but the rest of him was dry...and completely naked. Not a bad way to wake up.
Kevin crawled out of bed and stretched away the aches and pains that come with the territory of a great lover and a not-so-great mattress. The slightly chipped mug glued itself to Kevin's fingers as the caffeine burst zapped away his remaining grogginess. Once Kevin got his tongue off the roof of his mouth he thanked Scotty.
"If you had anywhere to go, you didn't have to wait for me."
Scotty smiled back at him.
"I'm a waiter. I...wait."
Kevin chuckled into his coffee at the appropriate time, but he wondered how many times Scotty had used that line before. A flash of irritation soured his otherwise good mood. Why did Scotty - so sweet and funny and supportive - annoy him? How cruel of a bastard must Kevin be to be so cynical about such a great guy? Sometimes Kevin felt like Scotty never looked at him as much as he looked inside him, seeing every imperfection, every flaw. What was worse, Kevin almost wanted Scotty to see those flaws. Wanted Scotty to make him a better man, loving and kind and self-sacrificing and all the other junk Kevin imagined the mythical perfect gay man was supposed to be.
Judging by Scotty's sudden expression of concern, Kevin realized how transparent he was being - in mood as well as body - and almost as a shield of armor, picked up his boxer shorts from the foot of the bed.
"Shower. Thanks for the coffee."
Warm water cleansed Kevin's body and mind in a way only a good hot shower can. As his mostly dried body slipped into a silk robe, he pondered whether or not Scotty had left. He'd given enough signals to suggest Scotty go, but deep down, he was hoping Scotty was still there.
When he slipped out of the bathroom he found Scotty, still there, still naked, and doing the dishes.
Scotty's voice rose above the sound of the spigot.
"Sorry. Hope I didn't give you any cold water. Force of habit!"
Kevin smirked. Somehow when he'd bought his new dishwasher the manual didn't mention the power bottom setting. Scotty's tight, smooth buns jostled slightly up and down as he dried the wine glasses from the previous night's date. Like two melons ripe for the pinch. Kevin was losing track of his original objection to why he didn't want Scotty in his house all the time, naked and hard and on his back and on his knees and everywhere else, so he tried to find focus.
"Are you some kind of nudist?"
Scotty shrugged.
"I think the term is naturalist. I'm just not in a rush to get dressed. Don't you ever have that urge to just be like you were when you were born?"
"When I was born, I looked like Abe Vigoda."
Kevin idled at the refrigerator over the apple or orange juice. Those teasing, watchful eyes bore into his back. He could tell Scotty was unsure about what to say next. Scotty being Scotty, he said it anyway.
"Kevin, why did you put your shorts on just to make it from the bed to the bathroom? Are you ashamed of your body?"
Kevin wasn't sure how to react. The truth was a large part of him still thought of sex and the naked body as something to keep hidden away until the scheduled times of release. He'd heard plenty of compliments about his body, about his looks, but he just didn't see himself that way. Something in him said he couldn't, that he had no right. Finally selecting the orange juice, Kevin did his best to diffuse the latest psychoanalysis.
"Let's just say that accidentally walking in on my Uncle Ira's bathroom break at the last family reunion gave me a life lesson in the perils of freeballing. Ever heard of low hangers? His were somewhere around the ceramic tile."
"No, seriously Kevin. You have such a beautiful body."
Unwittingly, Kevin's shoulders tensed up a bit at the compliment. Scotty soon slinked behind him to put those nimble fingers to work on the tension, his plea whispered in Kevin's sensitive ear.
"Kevin, we're all taught to be so ashamed of ourselves, and I don't know why. Skin is skin. Nothing shameful. I've seen you half-dressed and totally dressed and I've done things to you in the dark that I still can't quite believe, but I've never really seen you. ALL of you."
The tension still wasn't going away. Kevin had no idea what the point of this latest adventure in Scotty's Guide to Gay Shame was, but he knew Scotty well enough to know a losing battle.
Sighing, Kevin slid his robe down his torso, briefly concerned with the welfare of the silk material as it hit the floor.
Scotty's mouth fell open as he drank in every detail before him. Kevin felt embarrassed, degraded at being worshiped, although he wasn't entirely sure why. He also felt, among other swellings, a swelling of pride. Scotty's eyes, and soon his hands - what those hands could do - explored every area of Kevin's body. Kevin knew he was on display, that the man he was on exhibit for could truly appreciate what he viewed as a work of art.
Scotty tenderly kissed him, as if to thank Kevin for crossing this boundary he was obviously hesitant to cross. The tender kiss threatened to turn rough and passionate, but Scotty soon broke away.
Those fingers which knew Kevin so well finally settled in a pattern gliding up and down his chest and stomach, especially fascinated with Kevin's chest hair. Memories of Scotty's head heavy against his chest as they slept at night made Kevin smile, before teeth on his left nipple elicited a carnal groan.
"Hair...nice..." were all the words Kevin could make out as Scotty muttered, kiss, and bit his way down Kevin's flat, furry stomach.
"When I was in college my first boyfriend told me gay men should shave off all their body hair or they were self-hating, straight-acting sellouts. Oh yeah...tongue in my navel...oh God Scotty...anyway, he lives in Utah now, he's married...oh fuck baby you need to patent that thing...and swears Jesus made him straight. What a loser...oooohhhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKK take me all the way, just like that..."
Scotty interrupted his deep-throating to smile up at his lover.
"Peaks and valleys, huh?"
Kevin wasn't sure if Scotty meant Utah, or something else. The something else became apparent when Kevin felt a sharp set of teeth nip at either side of his buttocks, followed by practiced fingers spreading him open for a hot, wet invasion. Kevin's knees buckled as the persistent tongue began to tremor inside him, a finger joining to enter the tight hole. This wasn't the first time Kevin had been given a rim job, but Scotty was so good at knowing how to make him feel good, and was someone he cared about, maybe even more than cared about.
Soon the pleasure of Scotty's drilling and massaging became almost unbearable, and Kevin pulled him up. Sitting Scotty on the countertop, he buried his face in Scotty's neck, moaning and panting as they rubbed their tumescent shafts against each other, furiously, faster and faster, Scotty's nose buried in Kevin's still-wet hair as Kevin's musky chest stuck to Scotty's smooth abs, sweat and sex binding them together in this moment, a moment neither wanted to end. Soon, all too soon, Kevin cried out as their lovemaking spilled all over their naked legs and stomachs. Then they rested, breathing heavy and frantic, slowly calming as their tired eyes gazed into each other's souls.
The afterglow was often Kevin's favorite part of sex, but being able to see Scotty's orgasm in the bright sunlight had made this even better. On impulse, he kissed Scotty's forehead and nose. Scotty, still panting, began to blush.
"Oh God! I really don't know what came over me - besides you just a few minutes ago. I might as well say it - I've wanted to take a bite out of your ass since the first time I saw you, when you were in those tight suit pants you wear so well."
Kevin just rubbed Scotty's temples, soaking in his angelic yet devilish smile.
"Well, Scotty...they always say breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
Sounds of raucous laughter filled the apartment. Somehow, the two men never did make it out of the apartment that day, and their clothes never did make it off the floor.