Ficlet: "Exploration" (Allan/Tom)
Title: Exploration
Author: oddmonster
Pairing: Allan Quartermain/Tom Sawyer
Rating NC-17
Word Count: 400 words of PWP
Author's Note: Hi! I'm totally new here, but I'm super glad to see this comm exists! Hope this is okay to post here! *bounce*
Tom's flat on his back, pinned, eyes screwed shut, trying not to cry aloud. Allan, on top of him, pounding into him, after all they've been through together, he thinks this might be the final straw. He'd had no idea it would be like this. No idea.
Allan moves, adjusting the angle and Tom bites his lip, trying to hang on, trying to give as good as he's getting.
There's a dry chuckle next to his ear, then a savage nip at his earlobe. "Eyes open, boy," he hears. "Come on, look at me, now. Look at me."
A good boy, a dutiful boy, Tom cracks open his eyes, and the sight of Allan looming over him, sweat gleaming through the iron-grey chest hair undoes him. Hands clenching on Allan's shoulders he gasps, turned entirely inside-out. As wave after wave of sensation drowns him, Tom finds he can't close his eyes, can't even imagine losing a moment of this.
Allan bears down hard. He pull's Tom's hair and buries his forehead against Tom's chest as he comes, gasping raggedly.
For a few moments the two of them lie still together, panting in a heap. Then Allan rolls away, lying with his back to Tom's shoulder, emotions unreadable. The loss is immediate and piercing, but Tom doesn't know the words to ask his lover back, to ask for more. The smell of their sex floods his nostrils, and he stares up at the ceiling, bereft. He's humiliated by the tears that prick his eyes, but how could he have known? How could he have had any--
Sheets rustle as Allan turns over and settles closer, flat on his back, shoulder to Tom's own, but the warmth of him is nearly enough to soothe.
Tom tries to sneak peeks without turning his head but gives up, letting his eyelids flicker closed.
"Bravo, boy," Allan says, after a moment. "Bravo."
Tom grins, fears beaten back by his lover's calm, measured voice. "I guess you could consider this ace well and truly pipped."
The familiar chuckle is music to Tom's ears. Allan sits up and, propped on his elbows, looks around the small enclosure. "How long, d'you think, before Nemo misses his exploration pod?"
Tom sees his chance and takes it, crawling over Allan, pinning him, reveling in the sensation of skin on skin. When he settles back down, he steals a kiss. "Not nearly long enough."
Author: oddmonster
Pairing: Allan Quartermain/Tom Sawyer
Rating NC-17
Word Count: 400 words of PWP
Author's Note: Hi! I'm totally new here, but I'm super glad to see this comm exists! Hope this is okay to post here! *bounce*
Tom's flat on his back, pinned, eyes screwed shut, trying not to cry aloud. Allan, on top of him, pounding into him, after all they've been through together, he thinks this might be the final straw. He'd had no idea it would be like this. No idea.
Allan moves, adjusting the angle and Tom bites his lip, trying to hang on, trying to give as good as he's getting.
There's a dry chuckle next to his ear, then a savage nip at his earlobe. "Eyes open, boy," he hears. "Come on, look at me, now. Look at me."
A good boy, a dutiful boy, Tom cracks open his eyes, and the sight of Allan looming over him, sweat gleaming through the iron-grey chest hair undoes him. Hands clenching on Allan's shoulders he gasps, turned entirely inside-out. As wave after wave of sensation drowns him, Tom finds he can't close his eyes, can't even imagine losing a moment of this.
Allan bears down hard. He pull's Tom's hair and buries his forehead against Tom's chest as he comes, gasping raggedly.
For a few moments the two of them lie still together, panting in a heap. Then Allan rolls away, lying with his back to Tom's shoulder, emotions unreadable. The loss is immediate and piercing, but Tom doesn't know the words to ask his lover back, to ask for more. The smell of their sex floods his nostrils, and he stares up at the ceiling, bereft. He's humiliated by the tears that prick his eyes, but how could he have known? How could he have had any--
Sheets rustle as Allan turns over and settles closer, flat on his back, shoulder to Tom's own, but the warmth of him is nearly enough to soothe.
Tom tries to sneak peeks without turning his head but gives up, letting his eyelids flicker closed.
"Bravo, boy," Allan says, after a moment. "Bravo."
Tom grins, fears beaten back by his lover's calm, measured voice. "I guess you could consider this ace well and truly pipped."
The familiar chuckle is music to Tom's ears. Allan sits up and, propped on his elbows, looks around the small enclosure. "How long, d'you think, before Nemo misses his exploration pod?"
Tom sees his chance and takes it, crawling over Allan, pinning him, reveling in the sensation of skin on skin. When he settles back down, he steals a kiss. "Not nearly long enough."