Ficlet: One-Man Show
Title: One-Man Show
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Warning: voyeurism (if that's a warning)
Word Count: 300
Summary: Everyone knows Mycroft likes to watch. Total PWP.
Author's Notes: This is another old one I'm just now posting. It was an exercise for my writers' group, and it couldn't exceed 300 words.
Sprawled in Mycroft’s chair, Greg made sure he was visible from knees to hair as he unbuttoned just the top half of his shirt. His fingers were hidden as they moved over his pecs, rubbed and tugged there until he gasped and spread his legs. He finished opening his shirt so that nothing blocked the view when he licked his fingers and gave the other side of his chest the same treatment.
His hand drifted down his abdomen, following the thin trail of hair there to his waistband. He kept going down, cupping himself through the cotton, bucking into the heat of his palm. He unfastened his slacks, pulling the front open wide to drag his thumb up the column of his erection through the fabric of his pants. He lifted up enough to remove just his trousers then pulled his cock out through the slit of his boxers. He drew the foreskin back and fingered the surface there until he was moaning softly and oozing enough fluid to help smooth his way. He started slowly, hips undulating into his fist, his other hand lifting and pulling on the balls still in his pants as he swayed. Groaning as he twisted his wrist at the top of each stroke, he let himself move a little bit faster as each minute ticked by.
Finally, his neck arched back as he started babbling, “Jesus. That’s it, My. Like that, yeah. Fuck. Fuck!” Grunting loudly, he came hard, white ropes splashing across his quivering stomach as he kept stroking and squeezing the head of his cock between his finger and thumb until he was empty.
When he caught his breath, he reached his clean hand over to the laptop on the desk, attached the video file to the email message, and pushed send.
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Warning: voyeurism (if that's a warning)
Word Count: 300
Summary: Everyone knows Mycroft likes to watch. Total PWP.
Author's Notes: This is another old one I'm just now posting. It was an exercise for my writers' group, and it couldn't exceed 300 words.
Sprawled in Mycroft’s chair, Greg made sure he was visible from knees to hair as he unbuttoned just the top half of his shirt. His fingers were hidden as they moved over his pecs, rubbed and tugged there until he gasped and spread his legs. He finished opening his shirt so that nothing blocked the view when he licked his fingers and gave the other side of his chest the same treatment.
His hand drifted down his abdomen, following the thin trail of hair there to his waistband. He kept going down, cupping himself through the cotton, bucking into the heat of his palm. He unfastened his slacks, pulling the front open wide to drag his thumb up the column of his erection through the fabric of his pants. He lifted up enough to remove just his trousers then pulled his cock out through the slit of his boxers. He drew the foreskin back and fingered the surface there until he was moaning softly and oozing enough fluid to help smooth his way. He started slowly, hips undulating into his fist, his other hand lifting and pulling on the balls still in his pants as he swayed. Groaning as he twisted his wrist at the top of each stroke, he let himself move a little bit faster as each minute ticked by.
Finally, his neck arched back as he started babbling, “Jesus. That’s it, My. Like that, yeah. Fuck. Fuck!” Grunting loudly, he came hard, white ropes splashing across his quivering stomach as he kept stroking and squeezing the head of his cock between his finger and thumb until he was empty.
When he caught his breath, he reached his clean hand over to the laptop on the desk, attached the video file to the email message, and pushed send.