Fic : Unconventional (Joe/David RPS) challenge #71
Written for Challenge #71 - History
Title: Unconventional
Authors: lysambre and melagan
Pairing/characters: David Hewlett, Joe Flanigan
Rating: Nc-17
Words: 850
Warnings/spoilers:RPS, Partner betrayal.
Beta: Huge thanks to neevebrody. Any mistakes are the fault of the authors.
Summary: Being at the conventions with David reminds Joe of what he really wants.
Unconventional
Joe thought the Vancouver Con had been torture.
It was wonderful getting to be on stage together. Then there were the smiles, the teasing, and the shoulder-to-hip hugs. It made him crazy to have David that close but mostly it reminded him how damn much he’d missed it.
Germany. Different Con, different country, but it was temptation all over again.
They'd spent the best part of an hour in front of the fans, trying not to touch each other too much. It was much harder than it should have been because it was natural to gravitate towards David. He’d had his arm around the man just two weeks ago and it would have been so easy to let his arm slide down David’s back until he had a good handful of ass. Incredible ass. David looked better than ever, and had been pushing Joe’s buttons all day long. Yeah, it was flirting, Hewlett style.
Joe smiled, soft and predatory.
~~*~~
“We can’t. I mean we shouldn’t. I …what if …. ”
Joe watched as Hewlett stopped to lick dry lips. His eyes tracked every movement of David’s tongue. He had plans for that.
“I’m, I’m, married now.” It was a weak protest at best, the color high in David’s cheeks and his fingers curling into Joe’s shirt.
“You were mine first,” Joe’s growled. “You’re still mine.”
Joe backed David against the wall. The stage curtain brushed against his shoulder reminding him of where they were. He hoped like hell none of the fans were curious enough to be poking around after everyone else had left, because stopping now - wasn’t an option.
“Oh god, ohgod, ohgod”
It wasn’t quite a whimper from David, but it was close. More importantly, it wasn’t a ‘no.’ Joe leaned down and licked at David’s neck. Christ, he tasted good.
It took no time at all to get David’s pants open and off, because the clever devil already had them unfastened. He must have done it while Joe was nuzzling behind his ear, distracted by the scent of the man.
David always did have quick hands and he was proving it again, sliding his hand inside the back of Joe's trousers and touching skin. Bare, warm skin.
“Typical. Don’t you ever wear underwear?”
“You like it and I know it, Hewlett.”
“Mmm, yes. But I can’t help it. I’m a man who appreciates convenience.”
David’s voice gave him away. It always had. Joe knew every nuance of it, how it sounded when David was exhausted, or excited, worried or horny. He’d heard it all while they were ‘family’ on the set and this voice, this voice said ‘horny, want’ like nobody’s business.
“Everything in one handy location. Can’t argue with that.” Then Joe put action to words.
It took no effort at all to slide his hand between sturdy legs and rub his finger behind David’s heavy balls. Oh god, how he'd missed the heft and feel of them in his hand. The smell of arousal, David’s arousal, was sweet and Joe wanted badly to leave his mark somewhere on that pale skin. He was arching his back against the wall now, putting his hard nipples in evidence, in demand, and who was Joe to refuse them?
It had been too long for both of them and David was thrusting his hips forward now, practically climbing Joe, his cock hard and looking for a place to rut. Joe pulled one of David's legs around his hip, holding him so that David had to keep his balance between Joe, the wall, and the strength of his fingers digging into Joe’s shoulders.
It was all sweet and easy. Easy to scrape a finger across David’s asshole, easy to hold the man shaking in his arms, the man trying to get more, harder …David's groan was perfect music to Joe's ears. David was all his and they both knew it.
"Going to fuck you later, Hewlett, and you're going to ask for it-hell, you're going to beg for it"
David's babbling didn't make any sense, except for the only kind that counted. The kind that said, "God yes, I missed you, I want you, I need this. Please, oh please, Joe.”
Joe was hard, so hard. There was no holding back and he thrust against David, hard and harder still, until he thought there’d be bruises, until David just mewled and gave it all over to him. When Joe finally came, with David - they always had triggered each other - it was so damn good.
Better than good because he knew that later he was going to mark the other man with his scent. Later that night, he'd help David unwind enough to finally get the sleep he so badly needed. He'd even put up with David’s cuddling (if he had to) for the man's own good.
Yeah, they'd both be sticky and sated and David would try to snuggle up against him. It wouldn't be so bad. It was maybe even possible that Joe had missed the warmth of having David sleeping beside him.
Maybe more than he wanted to admit.
~~~*~~~
Title: Unconventional
Authors: lysambre and melagan
Pairing/characters: David Hewlett, Joe Flanigan
Rating: Nc-17
Words: 850
Warnings/spoilers:RPS, Partner betrayal.
Beta: Huge thanks to neevebrody. Any mistakes are the fault of the authors.
Summary: Being at the conventions with David reminds Joe of what he really wants.
Unconventional
Joe thought the Vancouver Con had been torture.
It was wonderful getting to be on stage together. Then there were the smiles, the teasing, and the shoulder-to-hip hugs. It made him crazy to have David that close but mostly it reminded him how damn much he’d missed it.
Germany. Different Con, different country, but it was temptation all over again.
They'd spent the best part of an hour in front of the fans, trying not to touch each other too much. It was much harder than it should have been because it was natural to gravitate towards David. He’d had his arm around the man just two weeks ago and it would have been so easy to let his arm slide down David’s back until he had a good handful of ass. Incredible ass. David looked better than ever, and had been pushing Joe’s buttons all day long. Yeah, it was flirting, Hewlett style.
Joe smiled, soft and predatory.
~~*~~
“We can’t. I mean we shouldn’t. I …what if …. ”
Joe watched as Hewlett stopped to lick dry lips. His eyes tracked every movement of David’s tongue. He had plans for that.
“I’m, I’m, married now.” It was a weak protest at best, the color high in David’s cheeks and his fingers curling into Joe’s shirt.
“You were mine first,” Joe’s growled. “You’re still mine.”
Joe backed David against the wall. The stage curtain brushed against his shoulder reminding him of where they were. He hoped like hell none of the fans were curious enough to be poking around after everyone else had left, because stopping now - wasn’t an option.
“Oh god, ohgod, ohgod”
It wasn’t quite a whimper from David, but it was close. More importantly, it wasn’t a ‘no.’ Joe leaned down and licked at David’s neck. Christ, he tasted good.
It took no time at all to get David’s pants open and off, because the clever devil already had them unfastened. He must have done it while Joe was nuzzling behind his ear, distracted by the scent of the man.
David always did have quick hands and he was proving it again, sliding his hand inside the back of Joe's trousers and touching skin. Bare, warm skin.
“Typical. Don’t you ever wear underwear?”
“You like it and I know it, Hewlett.”
“Mmm, yes. But I can’t help it. I’m a man who appreciates convenience.”
David’s voice gave him away. It always had. Joe knew every nuance of it, how it sounded when David was exhausted, or excited, worried or horny. He’d heard it all while they were ‘family’ on the set and this voice, this voice said ‘horny, want’ like nobody’s business.
“Everything in one handy location. Can’t argue with that.” Then Joe put action to words.
It took no effort at all to slide his hand between sturdy legs and rub his finger behind David’s heavy balls. Oh god, how he'd missed the heft and feel of them in his hand. The smell of arousal, David’s arousal, was sweet and Joe wanted badly to leave his mark somewhere on that pale skin. He was arching his back against the wall now, putting his hard nipples in evidence, in demand, and who was Joe to refuse them?
It had been too long for both of them and David was thrusting his hips forward now, practically climbing Joe, his cock hard and looking for a place to rut. Joe pulled one of David's legs around his hip, holding him so that David had to keep his balance between Joe, the wall, and the strength of his fingers digging into Joe’s shoulders.
It was all sweet and easy. Easy to scrape a finger across David’s asshole, easy to hold the man shaking in his arms, the man trying to get more, harder …David's groan was perfect music to Joe's ears. David was all his and they both knew it.
"Going to fuck you later, Hewlett, and you're going to ask for it-hell, you're going to beg for it"
David's babbling didn't make any sense, except for the only kind that counted. The kind that said, "God yes, I missed you, I want you, I need this. Please, oh please, Joe.”
Joe was hard, so hard. There was no holding back and he thrust against David, hard and harder still, until he thought there’d be bruises, until David just mewled and gave it all over to him. When Joe finally came, with David - they always had triggered each other - it was so damn good.
Better than good because he knew that later he was going to mark the other man with his scent. Later that night, he'd help David unwind enough to finally get the sleep he so badly needed. He'd even put up with David’s cuddling (if he had to) for the man's own good.
Yeah, they'd both be sticky and sated and David would try to snuggle up against him. It wouldn't be so bad. It was maybe even possible that Joe had missed the warmth of having David sleeping beside him.
Maybe more than he wanted to admit.
~~~*~~~