Fic: Transient
OK, YOU GUYS. BE WARNED.
I wrote pr0n for peace-bloom who is perhaps beginning to realise that I am powerless to the requests of anyone who shares the first name Esther. :O Also she prodded, and perhaps I am powerless to consistent prodding too. Use that information as you will, flisters.
So, this has not had a beta. YOU GUYS ARE MY BETA FOR THIS ONE, OK? ANY TYPOS, ERRORS, WHATEVERS - YOU GOTTA TELL ME. ALRIGHT? Good. Also, any feedback, comments, anything at all, is more than welcome. :D
ETA: You call yourself fans???!?!?! Es & SJ, I'm lookin' at you! I had Davo's eyes as blue in this until I took notice of some icon or another. They're not blue at all! Lousy betas! You're fired. Nix, you can stay on though. You're excused by not being a Whovian, but the rest of you - sheesh!
Title: Transient
Pairing: David Tennant/John Simm
Rating: NC-17 for porny smutty goodness. It's basically PWP.
Disclaimer: Not real. Didn't happen (I wager). No slander intended. Please don't sue me, lads. Please just eat something. Especially you, Davo. You're far too skinny. Eat. Got that?
John Simm felt the need to rugby tackle David Tennant to the floor. And when David was down, John pinned him there, his full weight on top of him. David raised an eyebrow and looked at John, and, for a second, it was too much for John to bear.
John leant down and kissed him, taking David's bottom lip between his teeth. David tasted of apple, and some sharp cheese, and warmth. He almost didn't kiss John back, and then he did, reaching up to grab the back of John's head with his hands and pulling him down closer. John forgot to breathe, forgot how to breathe. David was squirming beneath him, his hands moving, one stroking a pattern, from the back of his head, down the side of his neck, and again, again, again. The other hand ran down the side of John's torso, finding his waist, then distracted, groping at John's buttocks, then back to his waist and pulling at his t-shirt. And then David's hand was under his clothes, cool against his skin, and David moaned into John's mouth and John thought he would come then and there, his pants on, his cock pressed hard through denim and cotton against David's cock.
He grabbed David by the shoulders and pushed him into the floor. He broke away and looked down at him. David didn't even open his eyes or close his mouth. John grabbed the bottom of David's t-shirt and pulled it roughly over David's head, David's arms going up to help him before returning to John's body, tugging at John's t-shirt. John stripped too, undoing his belt and catching a glimpse of David's brown smiling eyes. David kicked off one shoe before becoming bored with the task and grabbing at John's body, pulling him down and wrapping one leg (still in jeans) around John's middle, while John tried losing his own jeans and shoes and socks at the same time as kissing David as hard and as fast as he could. The word 'multi-tasking' popped into his head and he laughed into David's mouth.
'What?' said David, between kisses.
'Nothing,' said John a short while later. His jeans were off and David's hands were down the back of his underpants.
David mumbled something into John's mouth and fiddled with the elastic of John's pants.
'What?' said John, between kisses.
David eventually stopped biting John's lip and ran his tongue along John's jaw to his ear where he lightly bit John's earlobe.
'You're wearing tighty-whities,' he whispered into John's ear, breathy and with vowels heavy with the Scottish accent.
'So?' said John, in between working on David's neck with his mouth, his hands on David's thin body, fingers coasting over nipples.
'Nngh,' said David, trying to hold onto John's hips and grinding upwards. 'Well...' He couldn't finish the sentence.
John was kissing down David's torso, fingers light and teasing, his mouth warm and wet and expressive. David's breathing was increasingly ragged. He looked down to see John holding his hips firmly in his hands and with his belt buckle between his teeth. John was watching him, but then laughed and undid David's belt and jeans with his hands, his eyes still fixed on David's face. He pulled off David's jeans.
'Oh,' John said, a note of surprise or amusement playing in his voice. 'Going commando, are we?'
'That's what-' But David forgot the use of language before he could finish. The things John was doing with his mouth to David's cock. David's brain was all sparks flying and misfiring and the sensation and John's wonderful mouth and the heat and the build-up. It was too much. He wanted-
Then John was kissing him again. His mouth hot and fleshy. Their bodies naked against each other. David reached down and grabbed John's cock with his hand. Tried to grab his own cock too. The angle was all wrong. It was clumsy. It wasn't enough, wasn't fast enough, wasn't-
But it didn't matter. John groaned into David's mouth and exhaled with his nose. It was a long moment, expanding outwards, heat and sticky wetness on David's belly and John's kiss slowing down and David's heart beating, fast, in his ears. John rested his head against David's forehead.
'Hey,' John said, very quietly. David was shaking. 'You OK?' John asked.
'Yeah,' said David. 'Just-' He closed his eyes. John kissed his eyelids.
Later, in the shower, John could see the outline of David's ribs. Water on skin. John enveloped him in a hug, holding him tightly in an attempt to counter the feeling that David was far too transient to last.
I wrote pr0n for peace-bloom who is perhaps beginning to realise that I am powerless to the requests of anyone who shares the first name Esther. :O Also she prodded, and perhaps I am powerless to consistent prodding too. Use that information as you will, flisters.
So, this has not had a beta. YOU GUYS ARE MY BETA FOR THIS ONE, OK? ANY TYPOS, ERRORS, WHATEVERS - YOU GOTTA TELL ME. ALRIGHT? Good. Also, any feedback, comments, anything at all, is more than welcome. :D
ETA: You call yourself fans???!?!?! Es & SJ, I'm lookin' at you! I had Davo's eyes as blue in this until I took notice of some icon or another. They're not blue at all! Lousy betas! You're fired. Nix, you can stay on though. You're excused by not being a Whovian, but the rest of you - sheesh!
Title: Transient
Pairing: David Tennant/John Simm
Rating: NC-17 for porny smutty goodness. It's basically PWP.
Disclaimer: Not real. Didn't happen (I wager). No slander intended. Please don't sue me, lads. Please just eat something. Especially you, Davo. You're far too skinny. Eat. Got that?
John Simm felt the need to rugby tackle David Tennant to the floor. And when David was down, John pinned him there, his full weight on top of him. David raised an eyebrow and looked at John, and, for a second, it was too much for John to bear.
John leant down and kissed him, taking David's bottom lip between his teeth. David tasted of apple, and some sharp cheese, and warmth. He almost didn't kiss John back, and then he did, reaching up to grab the back of John's head with his hands and pulling him down closer. John forgot to breathe, forgot how to breathe. David was squirming beneath him, his hands moving, one stroking a pattern, from the back of his head, down the side of his neck, and again, again, again. The other hand ran down the side of John's torso, finding his waist, then distracted, groping at John's buttocks, then back to his waist and pulling at his t-shirt. And then David's hand was under his clothes, cool against his skin, and David moaned into John's mouth and John thought he would come then and there, his pants on, his cock pressed hard through denim and cotton against David's cock.
He grabbed David by the shoulders and pushed him into the floor. He broke away and looked down at him. David didn't even open his eyes or close his mouth. John grabbed the bottom of David's t-shirt and pulled it roughly over David's head, David's arms going up to help him before returning to John's body, tugging at John's t-shirt. John stripped too, undoing his belt and catching a glimpse of David's brown smiling eyes. David kicked off one shoe before becoming bored with the task and grabbing at John's body, pulling him down and wrapping one leg (still in jeans) around John's middle, while John tried losing his own jeans and shoes and socks at the same time as kissing David as hard and as fast as he could. The word 'multi-tasking' popped into his head and he laughed into David's mouth.
'What?' said David, between kisses.
'Nothing,' said John a short while later. His jeans were off and David's hands were down the back of his underpants.
David mumbled something into John's mouth and fiddled with the elastic of John's pants.
'What?' said John, between kisses.
David eventually stopped biting John's lip and ran his tongue along John's jaw to his ear where he lightly bit John's earlobe.
'You're wearing tighty-whities,' he whispered into John's ear, breathy and with vowels heavy with the Scottish accent.
'So?' said John, in between working on David's neck with his mouth, his hands on David's thin body, fingers coasting over nipples.
'Nngh,' said David, trying to hold onto John's hips and grinding upwards. 'Well...' He couldn't finish the sentence.
John was kissing down David's torso, fingers light and teasing, his mouth warm and wet and expressive. David's breathing was increasingly ragged. He looked down to see John holding his hips firmly in his hands and with his belt buckle between his teeth. John was watching him, but then laughed and undid David's belt and jeans with his hands, his eyes still fixed on David's face. He pulled off David's jeans.
'Oh,' John said, a note of surprise or amusement playing in his voice. 'Going commando, are we?'
'That's what-' But David forgot the use of language before he could finish. The things John was doing with his mouth to David's cock. David's brain was all sparks flying and misfiring and the sensation and John's wonderful mouth and the heat and the build-up. It was too much. He wanted-
Then John was kissing him again. His mouth hot and fleshy. Their bodies naked against each other. David reached down and grabbed John's cock with his hand. Tried to grab his own cock too. The angle was all wrong. It was clumsy. It wasn't enough, wasn't fast enough, wasn't-
But it didn't matter. John groaned into David's mouth and exhaled with his nose. It was a long moment, expanding outwards, heat and sticky wetness on David's belly and John's kiss slowing down and David's heart beating, fast, in his ears. John rested his head against David's forehead.
'Hey,' John said, very quietly. David was shaking. 'You OK?' John asked.
'Yeah,' said David. 'Just-' He closed his eyes. John kissed his eyelids.
Later, in the shower, John could see the outline of David's ribs. Water on skin. John enveloped him in a hug, holding him tightly in an attempt to counter the feeling that David was far too transient to last.