17 - The least random of posts
Stories of people
Clinging to paperless air
The returning cold
A new prompt post, the first one of the year!
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Clinging to paperless air
The returning cold
A new prompt post, the first one of the year!
Here is a big "thank you" to everyone who makes this place so special by creating fics, art, videos and other things. To everyone who comments and to all of you for keeping this place wank-free and just have fun: You make my job an easy one and ( Read more... )
David's reply comes out as something between a moan and Nick's name, muffled, incoherent, and David squirms with frustration, for all the good it does him. The overhead light blinks to life, low and dull, in a thin line at the bottom of the cloth that is covering David's eyes. He struggles again as he hears footsteps approaching, twisting his hands and tugging futilely when he is unable to get them free. Any minute now Nick's feet will carry him around the corner and he will see...
“Dave, I got your message. What's so urgent that--”
Nick's voice cuts out abruptly with a short cry of shock, and David groans -- he knows what Nick is seeing -- but then Nick laughs, clearly amused, and David turns his head in the direction of where he thinks Nick must be standing.
Help. That's what he means to say, but between the gag and the blindfold and the fact that he can't get loose from the embarrassing position he is in, the word sounds more like, “Hmp.”
“Nice boxers,” Nick chuckles. He must be next to the bed now, David guesses as the flicker of a shadow moves against the thin strip of not-quite-vision that he has.
Nice boxers? David thinks. No they're not. They're tacky and ridiculous and he never should have trusted Sam when she put them in his hands and purred that he should wear them, or when she got a wickedly arousing glint in her eye and suggested they have a little fun.
This isn't David's idea of fun, being bound on his bed and naked except for a pair of boxer shorts covered in little blue hearts -- he's immensely grateful they're not red, for some reason -- while Nick doesn't even attempt to stifle his low, breathy laughs at the sight. He shouldn't really be bothered by the fact that it is Nick seeing him this way; Nick has, after all, seen him in boxers countless times, and completely naked just as much, but there's something about the vulnerability of his position that makes him feel suddenly mistrustful.
“Want a hand, Dave?” Nick asks. Thankfully he sounds serious now instead of amused. David nods rapidly, hair making swishy sounds against the pillow, and then Nick's hands are reaching round to the back of his head and carefully untying the cloth that is covering David's mouth.
“Thanks,” David gasps gratefully when it is gone, licking his lips and trying to get the faintly soapy taste of fabric conditioner out of his mouth. He is about to say something else when Nick kisses him, ever so softly, and he feels the side of the mattress dip down under Nick's weight. For the moment, David kisses back, not worrying about the fact that he is still tied up and blindfolded, and he doesn't really mind that Nick's hand is rubbing lightly on the centre of his chest; the physical contact is reassuring. He can feel the cuff of Nick's shirt, the coolness of the buttons, against his skin.
Little by little, David finds himself not caring that Nick has not yet freed him from his restraints. Nick kisses him more insistently, and David is drawn in, returning the kiss as best as he can with the restrictions of his movements. There has always been something about the way Nick kisses - all gentle flicks of tongue and tiny nibbles at David's lips -- that David finds fascinating, and incredibly arousing, so when the blunt stub of Nick's finger rolls over one of his exposed nipples, David moans into Nick's mouth, arching into the touch.
“What do you think, Dave?” Nick whispers, breaking away from David's mouth to press hot, wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck. David feels Nick shifting position; he can't quite tell to where until the smooth fabric of Nick's trousers slides over his legs and Nick's weight settles on his thighs, removing what little ability David had to move at all. “Want me to let you go?”
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“Fuck,” David says in a coarse voice.
“Not yet,” comes the amused reply, words buzzing through David's skin as Nick continues to lap and suck until David is panting breathlessly beneath him, rocking his hips back and forward in a desperate bid for friction that he can't quite find as Nick's body stays frustratingly out of reach. In ordinary circumstances, David would have grabbed hold of Nick and physically pushed their bodies together, but with his arms stretched out above his head all he can do is writhe helplessly.
“I think I like you like this,” Nick murmurs. And then he is gone; teeth, tongue, and lips all disappointingly absent; weight no longer pinning David to the bed. David whines and tries to lift his head. He can hear the rustling of cloth and the dull clink of metal, and imagines that Nick is undressing. A sharp spike of lust shoots through him as he thinks of Nick watching him as he takes off his clothes, the blue-grey gaze that David knows so well slipping languidly over his exposed form. The thought makes him shiver.
It feels like forever before Nick finally returns to the bed, but David is not sure whether Nick has removed his clothes or not because Nick perches at the foot of it, as far away from David as it is possible for him to be, and his fingers swirl tight little circles on David's ankle in a way that makes David's leg twitch.
“Nick?” David breathes, stretching his other foot down as far as it will go but not finding anything more than empty air. Then Nick shifts, sitting just in reach of David's questing toes, and the fingers on David's ankle curl round and hold gently as Nick lifts it away from the mattress. “Nick?” David says again.
Nick doesn't answer. David feels a tickle of breath against his foot, and then Nick's lips are pressing gently against the pads of his toes. The sensation is unusual. David would have balked at the suggestion if Nick had asked -- feet aren't something he generally associates with sex -- but as Nick darts his tongue into the space between David's toes, David gives a gruff moan of pleasure, and another, louder moan as Nick sucks a toe into his mouth.
“Nice?” Nick questions, his breath ghosting hotly over David's sole as he applies his tongue there, licking slowly from heel to toes and back down. David nods, grunting ungracefully as Nick nibbles round to his instep, his toes curling tightly as a series of tingles shoot up his leg and straight to his groin. He wishes Nick would touch him; he's painfully hard and longs to feel Nick's hand on him instead of this slow, torturous teasing, but at the same time what Nick is doing to his foot, the way his tongue is dancing in locations that feel as specific as they are seemingly random, is incredibly erotic, and he finds being tied up, letting go of any degree of control over the situation, strangely liberating.
Nick is mouthing his way along the back of David's calf, his large hands sliding up David's thighs but stopping just short of where David wants so desperately to be touched. David rocks his hips, whimpering as Nick makes steady progress along his leg, past his knee, along the inside of his thigh to the edge of the ridiculous boxer shorts he has, by now, forgotten that he is wearing; forgotten, that is, until Nick comments, his voice thick with mirth:
“Those really are nice boxers, Dave.”
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But anyway, this is really superb. Am I wrong to wish Dave would spend at least another hour or so in this, er, predicament?
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“If you like them so much you can have them.”
“I like them better on you,” Nick chuckles.
“I'd like them better off me,” David says in irritation, mostly because the hideous garment is in the way of what Nick is doing with his mouth, something which is entirely unfair.
“In a while,” Nick promises lightly, his hand creeping under the hem to stroke David's bare skin. David groans. He's never realised what an utter tease Nick could be.
Without the benefit of having his hands free so he can direct Nick's head exactly where he wants it to go, David can only grumble in frustration as Nick kisses his stomach. After a few minutes of this, David is so hopelessly turned on by the few fleeting touches through the cotton of his boxers that he is pleading for more.
Finally, Nick's fingers curl around the waistband of his underwear and tug them over his hips. David kicks his legs impatiently, eager to get rid of them entirely and mumbling a curse that becomes a loud, keening wail as Nick's mouth is on him, sucking him hot and hard and deep. David bucks upward helplessly, grabbing at the ties that bind his wrists and using them to attempt to get his body away from the mattress and closer to the tight heat of Nick's mouth.
“Nick, fuck, Nick that's...” David shouts, trailing off with a strangled sound as Nick starts to move, working his mouth up and down while he pins David to the bed by his hips, hands gripping tightly as David begins to tremble and shake.
The way David is lying and the faint ache that is beginning to set into the joints of his shoulders seems to keep him from shooting to immediate climax, instead, he lingers somewhere on the edge, crying out increasingly hoarsely as Nick shows no sign of stopping, the low hums that he makes reverberating through every taut muscle in David's body.
David is not sure how much time he has spent with eyes squeezed shut and every one of his senses reeling when Nick presses a slick finger into him; he doesn't care how it looks when he pushes back with his hips as much as he can, or how it sounds when he begs Nick to stop teasing and fuck him. He is thrashing wildly, completely out of control.
And he is loving every moment of it.
(captcha says: pref torment. Oh how right it is!)
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“God, Dave, do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?” Nick whispers, the rush of air against David's ear making him shiver.
“Please, Nick,” David pleads. He is overcome by an intense desire to touch, and yanks his arms to get them free. “Untie me.”
Nick responds to the request instantly, stretching his hand up and loosening the knot that is holding David in place, and David, unrestricted for the first time since Nick arrived, drags his nails down Nick's back, ignoring the aching of his shoulders as he urges Nick to move, clinging with arms around Nick's shoulders as Nick kisses him again, briefly, before his head falls to David's shoulder.
The movement of Nick's body and the way he is breathing filthy words into David's ear is made all the more intense, somehow, by the fact that David still can't see anything. He grinds his hips erratically, suddenly wanting to be on his knees with Nick behind him, fucking him hard as he begs for more. The thought alone is enough to make him come with a guttural cry, every muscle tensing as he throws his head back. A few seconds later, Nick collapses on top of him with one final jolt of his hips.
His arm feeling heavy, David reaches up and slips the blindfold from his eyes, blinking at the brightness of the room as his eyes adjust. Nick stirs and rolls off to one side, stretching sleepily as he turns his head and looks at David with a dazed and sated smile.
“That was fucking amazing,” Nick says.
David nods in agreement, chucking the blindfold over the side of the bed to the floor and letting his arm fall back to the mattress. Nick reaches out to him and drags him closer, the rough palm of his hand curling around David's cheek as he places a quick kiss against David's lips, his face lengthens as he suppresses a yawn, and David realises that he is tired too, physically exhausted. He closes his eyes; just for a second, he tells himself. It turns out to be longer.
When he wakes up, David turns to see Nick still asleep, his boyish features relaxed as he snores lightly. Over Nick's shoulder, David can see a pink slip of card on the bedside table, and he reaches across Nick's sleeping form to see what it is.
Nick, it says in Sam's handwriting. No doubt Miriam has already given you your present. I hope you're wearing them. They were a joke, if you hadn't guessed. Your real present is on the bed. Happy valentines day. P.S. I'd like him back by seven, and Miriam expects you home then as well.
The sneaky little... David thinks. He leans over to return the card to where he had found it and spies Nick's clothes on the floor in a pile. Right on top there is a pair of boxer shorts, they're identical to David's except for one detail; the hearts on Nick's pair are yellow.
Stifling his laughter, David looks at the clock and notices that it is not even one o'clock. He flops back down on the bed and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes, grinning wider and wider as an idea pops into his head, then he cranes over his side of the bed and grabs the blindfold and ties, running them through his fingers thoughtfully as he watches Nick sleep.
Six hours until seven o'clock; plenty of time.
Besides, why should Nick have all the fun?
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Dominant!Nick teasing a tied up David is just... hnnnngh!
*Loses power of comprehensive speech due to the sexiness of this fic*
I like the reveal that it was all a set up by Sam and Miriam as a present for Nick. And I really love the detail of the matching boxer shorts, with their respective party-coloured hearts on them. That made me grin like a loon. ♥
Besides, why should Nick have all the fun?
Nooooooooo! I need a sequel now! How could you end it there? D:
Srsly though, great fic, AA. I think I may need to go and take a cold shower now!
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And now I have visions of David, having got Nick to agree to it, being all WTF DO I DOOOOOO? Bumbling his way nervously through a few moves and then them both collapsing in laughter.
But this makes me chuckle, so it's not all bad. ;)
I am glad you enjoyed. :)
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That's actually a rather adorable mental image. David being all "I will be the dominant one this time" assuming it would come naturally to him once he started, and then realising he has no idea how to act like a dom! XD
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Hot.
Please write more Clameron porn. PLEASE
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David, I like you but these shorts, definitely not flattering. *cannot unsee* Sorry, too busy laughing to comment more intelligently. Thanks for sharing.
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