Temptation Waits, Logan/Dick (NC-17)
Title: Temptation Waits
Author:
love_girl_18 and
andrellia
Word Count: 1163
Spoilers: Although there not mentioned I'll say everything (its a future fic)
Raiting: NC-17
Pairing: Logan/Dick
Warnings: Slash, male sex, depression
Summary: Veronica's gone and Dick's not
Authors Note: Ok so this is my first Lick fic and first NC-17 fic so I'm a little nervous. This is for
klaick003 and her un-healthy obsession with Dick/Ryan. Thanks to my awesome betas
15north,
klawick003,
tdog0150
She's gone. But you keep telling yourself otherwise, you keep saying "she just needs time" or "she runs, always runs but she always comes back".
You almost believe it.
You wake up one day and finally accept that she's not coming back, but just because you accept it doesn't mean that it’s better, or easier for that matter.
It's been three months since you've felt her touch, smelled her hair, kissed her lips. If she's gone it's almost as if a part of you is gone too.
You haven't left the house in four months. You've become obsessed with the idea that she'll come home one day and you won't be there. Then she'll leave again.
You get drunk one night and she appears. You don't know what to say to her. Finally you ask her if she left because you didn't buy her a pony. You blink and then she's gone.
You paint the fence, fix the sink, hang up the picture frames. You even plant a flowerbed for her. You tell yourself that maybe if you do everything she asked you to, she’ll come back.
You buy an exercise machine. You work out once or twice a day. You don't want her coming back to find you overweight because then you'll just be one more step away from being perfect and that's what you have to be. Perfect. Because if you're perfect she won't leave. But then you remember she already has.
He calls you one night asking if you can grab a beer. You figure you’ve got nothing else to lose so you say yes.
You walk down the streets of Neptune. Not much has changed. Then you think of course it never changed. It’s only been five months. The only thing that's changed is you.
You see him sitting in a booth and you join him. You order a beer. Three beers later and you still haven't said a word to each other.
"I miss him," he whispers.
You look at him. He looks as if he's about to break. "I know." More silence passes before you speak again. "I miss her."
He looks at you with sympathy. "I know." He opens his mouth again to speak and for a moment, you think he's just going to order another beer, but instead he says, "I've missed you."
You smile. The first smile in five months. "I've missed you too."
He smirks at you. "I've missed kicking your ass in video games."
"You're on."
~
You reach the house. It's empty and quiet. Just like you.
You grab him another beer. There's silence still but not awkward silence.
Finally you break it.
"She's not coming back, is she?" you ask with tears in your eyes
"Maybe," he says. "One day."
"I've missed this, you know- us," you stutter, "us just hanging out."
"Me too."
You lean closer to him. Now there's only about an inch in between your lips. His hand's on your cheek and the next thing you know is he's kissing you. His lips taste like alcohol and cigarettes but they're so soft. He kisses you tenderly, slipping his tongue in your mouth and you back away.
"This isn't right," you whisper.
"It’ll always be right."
This time it's you kissing him and this time there are no soft kisses. You're devouring his mouth, sucking on his lip. He moves his tongue into your mouth and you work your hands up and down his back and he places his hands in your hair.
The next thing you know you're in the bedroom. Her bedroom.
"Dick, I can't," you whisper. "Not in here."
He nods his head as if he understands. Then he moves back, separating himself from you. You panic for a moment thinking that maybe he’s going to leave too, but then his hand is in yours and he’s leading you to the guest bedroom.
He pushes you down on the bed unceremoniously and climbs on top of you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His blonde locks fall on your face and for a minute you pretend that it’s her golden tresses tickling your cheek, her moist lips kissing down the column of your throat, and her fingers dipping below the waist of your pants.
You didn’t think you were that drunk, but you must have been because suddenly you’re naked and he is too but you can’t remember how either of you got that way.
He kisses his way down your stomach-wet, open-mouthed, sloppy kisses-tasting you like he’s been wanting to for years. You want to ask him if he has been, but then he’s kneeling between your thighs and his hand is on your cock so you can’t really think about that right now. You can’t really think about anything at all.
His lips circle the head of your throbbing erection and your hands tangle in his hair almost painfully. His head jerks back, so you loosen your grip with an apologetic look. But then he’s letting you sink deeper into the cavern of his mouth and you grip his hair even harder than you did before in unrepentant bliss.
You haven’t been with anyone for months, so it doesn’t take long before your coming, white, hot, and hard in the back of his throat. He doesn’t gag like you thought he would; he doesn’t even stop sucking you off. He just keeps with his timed suction, milking you until your cock jerks out its last reserves and you’re only half hard anymore.
His lips leave your dick with an audible pop and then he’s looking at you the way he always does when he makes a joke he thinks was particularly witty, and you know what he’s asking for. He wants your approval, he always has, so you give it to him the only way you can think of and drag him to your lips for a deep intimate kiss.
His build is similar to your own, so when he stretches out over you his cock slides against yours evenly and it’s enough to get you fully hard again.
He takes charge again and in an instant you’re on your hands and knees, wanton and ready, as he positions his dick at you’re opening. You tense at the feel of the head of his cock sinking into you. It hurts, and you know you should give yourself time to adjust, but it feels so good to be connected with him, to be connected with anyone again, that you unrelentingly slide back along the length of his shaft until he’s buried to the hilt.
You can feel him stretching you, molding you, as you slowly adjust to his intrusion and then you’re pushing back into him, urging him to move. He pulls out experimentally at different lengths, three inches, six inches, before sinking back into you, and you find yourself meeting him thrust for thrust until he’s moving harder and faster inside you. It’s not long before that all too familiar feeling stirs low in your abdomen, the one you had just minutes ago, and you know it won’t be long before you’re coming. He knows it too and he begs you to let him come with you.
His hand grips your cock, fingers flitting across the engorged tip, and your back bows as every muscle in your body tenses. His body goes rigid at the feel of your hips bucking against his in short jerky spasms and his hand squeezes your cock painfully hard. He comes inside of you and the feeling is as tangible as the warm, white, fluid covering his hand from your own release.
He spoons you, nestling his cock along the cushion of your bottom and nuzzling his nose into the side of your neck. His breath is warm and moist on your skin and the sound of his breathing is like a lullaby in your ear. It’s the first time in months that you’ve felt at peace with anyone, with yourself, and it’s with that comforting thought that your mind slips into a peaceful slumber.
~
You wake up the next morning and he's right there next to you. You smile to yourself then kiss his forehead and he opens his eyes.
"Thank you," you whisper.
"For what?"
"For helping me forget." You say then you kiss him again
You hear a knock at the door. You slip out of bed and put on a pair of boxers. You open the door and there she is smiling at you. The next thing you know, she's hugging you and whispering that she's sorry and that she'll never leave you again.
Dick comes out of the bedroom fully clothed. "I should go," he mutters when he sees her in your arms.
"No," you stammer. "I mean wait. Veronica, can you give us a second?"
She doesn't reply; just nods and leaves the room.
"So I guess she's back," he mumbles.
"I guess so. Dick, I-"
"Don't explain. You don't need to," he interrupts. After a moment of silence he asks, "I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, I'll see you around," you whisper.
You watch him walk out of the apartment and out of your life.
You whisper "I love you" and you know he hears you but he just keeps walking. You no longer miss her, but long for him.
~fins
A/N: Ok much head hurts like Hell so leave me love or prehaps lick. O and the title comes from the Song Temtation Waits - by Garabge