Fic: Games
Fucking hell. Three fics in less than twenty four hours. Moral: Lir needs more sleep. *Collapses*
Title: Games
Author: Liritar
Pairing: Matt/Ted
Rating: R
Summary: Ted shows his softer side.
Prompt: slashyheroes15 11. Playful
“What are you doing?” He cracked an eye open to glare at the man whose finger, not quite as up to speed as the rest of him, jabbed him one more time in the side before stopping. Matt wondered how, in the face of all the evidence, he still managed to look innocent.
“Nothing.”
Matt groaned. “Ok, how about this one? Why the hell were you poking me?”
Ted snorted softly. “I wanted to see if you were awake.”
“And you couldn’t, I don’t know, ask?”
“This was more fun.”
Matt wondered if it was worth just looking in the man’s mind to see what was up, but… Ted’s brain wasn’t his favorite place to hang out. There was too much pain and bitterness, and other things that he knew he wasn’t supposed to hear. He always felt awkward after accidental glimpses of his… friend’s inner self. “Really.”
“Yeah.” That was all he said, no explanation, no nothing.
Matt was starting to get irritated. “Ok, I’m awake. Now. Did you want something, or can I go back to sleep?”
Ted just grinned slowly. Yeah, I want something, he heard, or sensed, or felt, or whatever. Then rough lips were touching his, gently for once. Almost… tender. That wasn’t a word he’d connected with Ted before. They’d had a few previous… encounters, but they’d all been frenzied, hurried… well, fucks. He wouldn’t have thought the man would want anything meaningful. Matt let his eyes slide shut as his lips parted, inviting Ted inside.
Ted’s hands slid up his sides, almost tickling in the lightness of it. He gasped, his breath filling Ted’s mouth. His friend-lover?-shifted, throwing a leg over him to straddle his stomach, lips meeting his more firmly. It was good, but frustrating, Matt decided, this newfound patience of Ted’s. He strained slightly, trying to get more contact with the man who was not quite pinning him.
Hey, Matt, can you hear me? The man teasingly swiped his tongue along Matt’s, as if emphasizing the fact that he didn’t need it to talk to him.
He let out a muffled noise of affirmation, not quite sure where it was going, but willing to play along if it was what Ted wanted.
A snort of laughter, or something similar, came from Ted. That’s going to come in handy. Hey, Parkman, you like this? Then his fingers were slipping up his chest, ghosting over his nipples, fucking playing with him.
Yes, he liked that, damn Ted. He writhed, silently begging him to commit to actually touching him, doing something, anything.
Yeah, I think you like that. He could just hear the grin in the man’s voice. Like he’d been taking smugness lessons from Bennet. How about this? Then Matt’s lips were left to the suddenly chill air of the room, and he shivered. He didn’t have long to notice that, though, before Ted’s mouth replaced one of his hands, warm and wet over the sensitive nub of flesh.
“Ah, Ted,” he gasped, hands clenching at the sheet beneath him. He wasn’t used to this, not from him. They were usually practically finished by now, and Ted hadn’t even started.
Yeah? Want something?
He was ready to scream in frustration. “No,” he growled savagely, “I can do this all day.”
Good. So can I.
Matt bit his lip. Fucking bastard. If he’d wanted a smug asshole in his bed, he’d have gone to Bennet. So instead he’d chosen the almost perpetually angry asshole. Matt decided that maybe he’d have been better off staying the fuck at home. He moaned softly as Ted’s tongue swiped across his chest, heading towards his other nipple. Yeah. He shouldn’t be here.
Who the hell was he kidding? “God, Ted, please…”
What, you don’t want to play with me? He slid backwards down Matt’s body until he was over his hips, pressing against his aching cock. Or do you just want to try a different game?
“Unless the game involves you taking my clothes off and actually fucking me, we’re not playing anymore,” he gasped out, trying not to whimper. He wasn’t going to be that pathetic. He wasn’t.
Ted raised his head to stare into Matt’s eyes, reflecting the hunger Matt felt inside. “That sounds fun,” he said roughly, looking and sounding more like the Ted he had come to know.
Heavy hands pulled off his pajama pants, dropping them by the bed. Ted’s didn’t take long to join them, and then the man was between his legs. He let his head fall back, eyes half-closing as he waited, knowing it wasn’t going to take long, not now.
You know, you look nice like that. Ted’s hand rested lightly on his thigh for a moment before he pushed slowly into him.
Matt’s arm slid around Ted to pull him close. “All right, who the hell are you, and what have you done with Ted?” he panted, laughing and groaning at the same time.
What, a guy can’t say nice things when he’s fucking someone?
“You don’t.” Not that it wasn’t… appreciated. Or something. But… unexpected. That’s what it was. What this whole night was.
Maybe I like you. Matt wasn’t sure if he’d heard that right, and didn’t bother to ask. He didn’t want to talk, not now. Not with Ted finally fucking him like he usually did, like it might be the last time they ever saw each other. Hard and fast and intense and good, so fucking good… He clung to him, nails clawing at his back, ignoring the heat radiating from the man, like always, hoping it was just the exercise and that they weren’t going to explode this time.
It was over even faster than usual; not surprising, all things considered. Faster, and more intense. Deeper, somehow, like they… had a connection, now. Like they were doing this for each other, not just themselves.
Ted lay across his chest, sweaty and panting. Matt, fuck, I can’t… I don’t… The babbled thoughts cut off abruptly as he drew in a sharp breath. Just… thanks.
“Yeah,” he whispered back. “You, too.”
Had something unspoken, unthought, even, passed between them? There seemed to be meaning there, but… Matt just didn’t know.
But he did know that, whatever games Ted wanted to play, he’d play too.
Title: Games
Author: Liritar
Pairing: Matt/Ted
Rating: R
Summary: Ted shows his softer side.
Prompt: slashyheroes15 11. Playful
“What are you doing?” He cracked an eye open to glare at the man whose finger, not quite as up to speed as the rest of him, jabbed him one more time in the side before stopping. Matt wondered how, in the face of all the evidence, he still managed to look innocent.
“Nothing.”
Matt groaned. “Ok, how about this one? Why the hell were you poking me?”
Ted snorted softly. “I wanted to see if you were awake.”
“And you couldn’t, I don’t know, ask?”
“This was more fun.”
Matt wondered if it was worth just looking in the man’s mind to see what was up, but… Ted’s brain wasn’t his favorite place to hang out. There was too much pain and bitterness, and other things that he knew he wasn’t supposed to hear. He always felt awkward after accidental glimpses of his… friend’s inner self. “Really.”
“Yeah.” That was all he said, no explanation, no nothing.
Matt was starting to get irritated. “Ok, I’m awake. Now. Did you want something, or can I go back to sleep?”
Ted just grinned slowly. Yeah, I want something, he heard, or sensed, or felt, or whatever. Then rough lips were touching his, gently for once. Almost… tender. That wasn’t a word he’d connected with Ted before. They’d had a few previous… encounters, but they’d all been frenzied, hurried… well, fucks. He wouldn’t have thought the man would want anything meaningful. Matt let his eyes slide shut as his lips parted, inviting Ted inside.
Ted’s hands slid up his sides, almost tickling in the lightness of it. He gasped, his breath filling Ted’s mouth. His friend-lover?-shifted, throwing a leg over him to straddle his stomach, lips meeting his more firmly. It was good, but frustrating, Matt decided, this newfound patience of Ted’s. He strained slightly, trying to get more contact with the man who was not quite pinning him.
Hey, Matt, can you hear me? The man teasingly swiped his tongue along Matt’s, as if emphasizing the fact that he didn’t need it to talk to him.
He let out a muffled noise of affirmation, not quite sure where it was going, but willing to play along if it was what Ted wanted.
A snort of laughter, or something similar, came from Ted. That’s going to come in handy. Hey, Parkman, you like this? Then his fingers were slipping up his chest, ghosting over his nipples, fucking playing with him.
Yes, he liked that, damn Ted. He writhed, silently begging him to commit to actually touching him, doing something, anything.
Yeah, I think you like that. He could just hear the grin in the man’s voice. Like he’d been taking smugness lessons from Bennet. How about this? Then Matt’s lips were left to the suddenly chill air of the room, and he shivered. He didn’t have long to notice that, though, before Ted’s mouth replaced one of his hands, warm and wet over the sensitive nub of flesh.
“Ah, Ted,” he gasped, hands clenching at the sheet beneath him. He wasn’t used to this, not from him. They were usually practically finished by now, and Ted hadn’t even started.
Yeah? Want something?
He was ready to scream in frustration. “No,” he growled savagely, “I can do this all day.”
Good. So can I.
Matt bit his lip. Fucking bastard. If he’d wanted a smug asshole in his bed, he’d have gone to Bennet. So instead he’d chosen the almost perpetually angry asshole. Matt decided that maybe he’d have been better off staying the fuck at home. He moaned softly as Ted’s tongue swiped across his chest, heading towards his other nipple. Yeah. He shouldn’t be here.
Who the hell was he kidding? “God, Ted, please…”
What, you don’t want to play with me? He slid backwards down Matt’s body until he was over his hips, pressing against his aching cock. Or do you just want to try a different game?
“Unless the game involves you taking my clothes off and actually fucking me, we’re not playing anymore,” he gasped out, trying not to whimper. He wasn’t going to be that pathetic. He wasn’t.
Ted raised his head to stare into Matt’s eyes, reflecting the hunger Matt felt inside. “That sounds fun,” he said roughly, looking and sounding more like the Ted he had come to know.
Heavy hands pulled off his pajama pants, dropping them by the bed. Ted’s didn’t take long to join them, and then the man was between his legs. He let his head fall back, eyes half-closing as he waited, knowing it wasn’t going to take long, not now.
You know, you look nice like that. Ted’s hand rested lightly on his thigh for a moment before he pushed slowly into him.
Matt’s arm slid around Ted to pull him close. “All right, who the hell are you, and what have you done with Ted?” he panted, laughing and groaning at the same time.
What, a guy can’t say nice things when he’s fucking someone?
“You don’t.” Not that it wasn’t… appreciated. Or something. But… unexpected. That’s what it was. What this whole night was.
Maybe I like you. Matt wasn’t sure if he’d heard that right, and didn’t bother to ask. He didn’t want to talk, not now. Not with Ted finally fucking him like he usually did, like it might be the last time they ever saw each other. Hard and fast and intense and good, so fucking good… He clung to him, nails clawing at his back, ignoring the heat radiating from the man, like always, hoping it was just the exercise and that they weren’t going to explode this time.
It was over even faster than usual; not surprising, all things considered. Faster, and more intense. Deeper, somehow, like they… had a connection, now. Like they were doing this for each other, not just themselves.
Ted lay across his chest, sweaty and panting. Matt, fuck, I can’t… I don’t… The babbled thoughts cut off abruptly as he drew in a sharp breath. Just… thanks.
“Yeah,” he whispered back. “You, too.”
Had something unspoken, unthought, even, passed between them? There seemed to be meaning there, but… Matt just didn’t know.
But he did know that, whatever games Ted wanted to play, he’d play too.