MMoM #1 (Panik, D/T, NC-17)
Title: MMoM #1 (based extremely loosely on Wolfmother's "Colossal")
Pairing: David/Timo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An open-air handjob for Day 1 of MMoM
Date: 5/1/10
colossal ~ wolfmother
In the winter light, color was washed out, and the world was still.
Timo ran his hands over the frosted bark of the tree beside him, his footsteps crunching brittle-sharp through the twigs and pine needles blanketing the forest floor. His breath was steam curling from his lips and he smiled, the cold air a dry, wonderful ache in his chest.
He was a city boy, but he loved being outside totally alone. He could think out here, no noise to take the place of lyrics and rhythms in his head. There weren't even any birds calling, no animals scattering through the underbrush. The bare branches of skeletal birches and oaks made negative images against the white sky, perfectly-formed like slashes of black ink on crisp new paper. It was the kind of thing he liked to photograph, simple, clean, hard edges and uncomplicated, bleak vistas. But he hadn't brought his camera with him today. Today was for composing, either lyrics or a new story for his next film. He'd promised David when he left earlier that he was going to do Serious Work today, hoping to quell the manic look in David's eye that he always got right before giving Timo a royal ass-chewing for slacking on his work.
Just because David could crank out genius-level work on demand with no food and less sleep did not, in Timo's opinion, meant he should get to knock Timo's creative process, but that had never seemed to make much of a dent in David's fervor.
Still, it wasn't quite like the old days when they'd had to work or starve, living hand-to-mouth in a way that sapped Timo's creativity and turned David's angry and dark. Timo could afford to take a morning off to wander in the cold, thinking and not much else.
He'd been walking for a long time. The tips of his fingers over his cutoff gloves were numb and white and he felt alive, frigid inside and out like something sharpened. All his nerves tingled from the cold and when he heard a crash in the sticks and brush, he jumped nearly out of his skin with alarm.
"...ow." The voice drifted up from a few yards off the path, a little behind Timo.
"David?" Timo asked incredulously, backtracking and peering over a fallen and half-rotted tree he'd nimbly climbed over a few minutes ago.
"G'ntag." David's dark head poked up from behind the log, dead leaves and pine needles clinging in his hair.
"Shit, are you alright?" Timo blurted, crawling back over the log and reaching down to haul David up by one arm. He helped dust David off, patting him to make sure he hadn't injured himself.
"Fine, fine," David said breezily, looking up and flashing Timo a bright, lopsided grin. "And I almost had you, too!"
"...had me?" Timo cocked an eyebrow down at David, reaching up to delicately pluck a twig from his hair. With leaves still stuck to him and his face white with a high flush from the cold in his cheeks and across his nose and lips, David looked like some wild thing, like a tree spirit. His eyes glittered at Timo, amusement pulling at his lips.
"Yes. I've been following you for like an hour. If my foot hadn't slipped on that slippery fucking log, I'd have sneaked right up on you."
"David...why were you following me?" Timo couldn't even muster real confusion, just a mystified kind of resignation. There was no explaining half the ideas David got into his head, much less questioning them; they usually turned out to have a brilliant twist at the end, anyway, that redeemed them into good ideas.
David laughed, bright and high, took hold of the front of Timo's shirt, and pushed him - hard - back against a tree. Timo's breath rushed out of him sharply, and he felt David's breath wet and hot on his lips.
"I got lonely," David said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world, and kissed him.
The cold air was shocking on Timo's warm mouth, David's tongue wet and slick and dragging in the cold. Timo gulped a sharp, dry breath and laughed against David's lips. "Lonely?" he gasped. "You couldn't have waited another...I dunno, hour for me to get back home?"
"No. Nope." David pressed his mouth back to Timo's, teeth scraping over his bottom lip almost painfully. The cold made the warm contact of David's lips and skin too-hot, like burning brands, and then David pulled back just long enough to tug his gloves off with his teeth, hurried and breathless. "It was cold in the house without you."
"It's cold out here," Timo pointed out, but he'd slipped his fingers into David's hip pockets and pulled his pelvis in tight to his own, clearly not about to let David get away. He dipped his head and slowly licked the soft place beneath the corner of David's jaw. David heaved a shaky sigh and threaded his fingers together at the back of Timo's neck, his palms warm from being in the gloves but his fingertips as cold as Timo's.
"Warmer now," David said, looking up at Timo almost in challenge, as if daring him to keep arguing. His pupils were big, eating up the blue, and he looked almost fevered. Timo took pity on him and threaded a hand in his soft hair, tugging gently, affectionate.
"Sorry I've been so busy lately," he whispered, ghosting a kiss against David's lips and feeling the shudder run through him. He pressed his lips more definitely to the corner of David's mouth. "Didn't mean to make you lonely."
"'M not now," David murmured, framing Timo's jaw with his thumbs and biting gently at his chin. He slicked his tongue back into Timo's mouth and leaned into him harder, pressing him back against the tree, and Timo relented completely, going pliant and opening his mouth to David's insistent kisses. The sucking and breaking sounds were loud and wet in the silent woods, their breath misting thickly between them like a visible sign of their quickening pace. David's narrow hips were locked up against Timo's without even a millimeter to spare, their hipbones knocking together through their jeans. Timo whined low in his throat, unable to move or get any leverage, and David rutted up into him once, turning the sound lower, wavering into a groan.
"Oh god. David." He tightened his fist in David's hair and pulled him back from the kiss so he could get at his neck again, his collarbone, his earlobe. David made a sound somewhere between frustration and pain at being manhandled, but Timo knew it was just that he wasn't getting his way right then. He smirked against David's adam's apple and David gasped, jerking his hips against Timo's again and then dropping back, his hands going down and ripping open Timo's fly.
Timo flattened back against the tree of his own accord, the hand not knotted in David's hair flying back and digging into the cold bark of the tree. The roughness bit into his fingertips and he hissed, cold air rushing down into his open jeans. "David, Jesus, frostbite, oh shit..."
"Oh shut up, you pussy," David chided, crowding up against Timo again. He sucked Timo's lower lip into his mouth and shoved his hand into Timo's boxers, not drawing him out but skillfully curling his bare hand around his dick with the familiarity of long practice. "I won't let you freeze off anything really important. You aren't gonna last that long, anyway."
Timo snorted, but it wasn't quite as forceful as he'd meant it to be, shivers wracking him with the overstimulation of David's cold fingers on his rapidly-hardening cock. "You should've...just asked me for this, this morning," he panted into David's hair, David's face buried in against his neck and barely enough space between them for David to move his hand on Timo at all.
"Thought...thought I could wait, but I just..." David grunted, his words not saying what he wanted them to. The spoken language was not his medium. "Couldn't be alone today."
"You're never alone," Timo whispered against the shell of David's ear, darting out his tongue to lick it, and David cried out low against Timo's shoulder. He started putting a twist on every upstroke that made Timo lose his mind so fast his knees almost gave out. "I'm not...going anywhere," he gritted out, needing David to know.
"Oh, I know you're not," David told him, breath so hot on Timo's cold neck, goosebumps flashing up all over him. "You're gonna come back to the house with me, and I'm gonna tear your clothes off and fuck you until I'm warm again. Hear me?"
Timo dropped his head back and swallowed convulsively, staring up at the stark black branches against the white sky. "I hear you," he slurred, trying to fuck his hips up but still pinned tight to the tree, dependent on David continuing to move, oh god please don't stop. "Hear you...hear you..." He screwed his eyes shut, lights popping behind his eyelids, and shouted as he came, everything going shockingly hot and wet in the freezing air. He trembled and tightened his fingers to a white-knuckled grip on the tree; if David hadn't had him so tightly shoved to the tree he'd have fallen for sure.
"God," he breathed, steam wisping up from his mouth and disappearing in the colorless air. David was zipping him back up and there was a wet sound that made Timo look down. Yep, David was licking his hand clean, watching him. He was even more flushed, even more wild-looking now, and Timo tangled both of his hands up in his clothes, suddenly afraid David might disappear, blow away on the cold winter air.
David leaned in close, pressing sticky lips to Timo's. "Not going anywhere either," he promised, and Timo's eyes slipped shut, content.
Pairing: David/Timo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An open-air handjob for Day 1 of MMoM
Date: 5/1/10
colossal ~ wolfmother
In the winter light, color was washed out, and the world was still.
Timo ran his hands over the frosted bark of the tree beside him, his footsteps crunching brittle-sharp through the twigs and pine needles blanketing the forest floor. His breath was steam curling from his lips and he smiled, the cold air a dry, wonderful ache in his chest.
He was a city boy, but he loved being outside totally alone. He could think out here, no noise to take the place of lyrics and rhythms in his head. There weren't even any birds calling, no animals scattering through the underbrush. The bare branches of skeletal birches and oaks made negative images against the white sky, perfectly-formed like slashes of black ink on crisp new paper. It was the kind of thing he liked to photograph, simple, clean, hard edges and uncomplicated, bleak vistas. But he hadn't brought his camera with him today. Today was for composing, either lyrics or a new story for his next film. He'd promised David when he left earlier that he was going to do Serious Work today, hoping to quell the manic look in David's eye that he always got right before giving Timo a royal ass-chewing for slacking on his work.
Just because David could crank out genius-level work on demand with no food and less sleep did not, in Timo's opinion, meant he should get to knock Timo's creative process, but that had never seemed to make much of a dent in David's fervor.
Still, it wasn't quite like the old days when they'd had to work or starve, living hand-to-mouth in a way that sapped Timo's creativity and turned David's angry and dark. Timo could afford to take a morning off to wander in the cold, thinking and not much else.
He'd been walking for a long time. The tips of his fingers over his cutoff gloves were numb and white and he felt alive, frigid inside and out like something sharpened. All his nerves tingled from the cold and when he heard a crash in the sticks and brush, he jumped nearly out of his skin with alarm.
"...ow." The voice drifted up from a few yards off the path, a little behind Timo.
"David?" Timo asked incredulously, backtracking and peering over a fallen and half-rotted tree he'd nimbly climbed over a few minutes ago.
"G'ntag." David's dark head poked up from behind the log, dead leaves and pine needles clinging in his hair.
"Shit, are you alright?" Timo blurted, crawling back over the log and reaching down to haul David up by one arm. He helped dust David off, patting him to make sure he hadn't injured himself.
"Fine, fine," David said breezily, looking up and flashing Timo a bright, lopsided grin. "And I almost had you, too!"
"...had me?" Timo cocked an eyebrow down at David, reaching up to delicately pluck a twig from his hair. With leaves still stuck to him and his face white with a high flush from the cold in his cheeks and across his nose and lips, David looked like some wild thing, like a tree spirit. His eyes glittered at Timo, amusement pulling at his lips.
"Yes. I've been following you for like an hour. If my foot hadn't slipped on that slippery fucking log, I'd have sneaked right up on you."
"David...why were you following me?" Timo couldn't even muster real confusion, just a mystified kind of resignation. There was no explaining half the ideas David got into his head, much less questioning them; they usually turned out to have a brilliant twist at the end, anyway, that redeemed them into good ideas.
David laughed, bright and high, took hold of the front of Timo's shirt, and pushed him - hard - back against a tree. Timo's breath rushed out of him sharply, and he felt David's breath wet and hot on his lips.
"I got lonely," David said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world, and kissed him.
The cold air was shocking on Timo's warm mouth, David's tongue wet and slick and dragging in the cold. Timo gulped a sharp, dry breath and laughed against David's lips. "Lonely?" he gasped. "You couldn't have waited another...I dunno, hour for me to get back home?"
"No. Nope." David pressed his mouth back to Timo's, teeth scraping over his bottom lip almost painfully. The cold made the warm contact of David's lips and skin too-hot, like burning brands, and then David pulled back just long enough to tug his gloves off with his teeth, hurried and breathless. "It was cold in the house without you."
"It's cold out here," Timo pointed out, but he'd slipped his fingers into David's hip pockets and pulled his pelvis in tight to his own, clearly not about to let David get away. He dipped his head and slowly licked the soft place beneath the corner of David's jaw. David heaved a shaky sigh and threaded his fingers together at the back of Timo's neck, his palms warm from being in the gloves but his fingertips as cold as Timo's.
"Warmer now," David said, looking up at Timo almost in challenge, as if daring him to keep arguing. His pupils were big, eating up the blue, and he looked almost fevered. Timo took pity on him and threaded a hand in his soft hair, tugging gently, affectionate.
"Sorry I've been so busy lately," he whispered, ghosting a kiss against David's lips and feeling the shudder run through him. He pressed his lips more definitely to the corner of David's mouth. "Didn't mean to make you lonely."
"'M not now," David murmured, framing Timo's jaw with his thumbs and biting gently at his chin. He slicked his tongue back into Timo's mouth and leaned into him harder, pressing him back against the tree, and Timo relented completely, going pliant and opening his mouth to David's insistent kisses. The sucking and breaking sounds were loud and wet in the silent woods, their breath misting thickly between them like a visible sign of their quickening pace. David's narrow hips were locked up against Timo's without even a millimeter to spare, their hipbones knocking together through their jeans. Timo whined low in his throat, unable to move or get any leverage, and David rutted up into him once, turning the sound lower, wavering into a groan.
"Oh god. David." He tightened his fist in David's hair and pulled him back from the kiss so he could get at his neck again, his collarbone, his earlobe. David made a sound somewhere between frustration and pain at being manhandled, but Timo knew it was just that he wasn't getting his way right then. He smirked against David's adam's apple and David gasped, jerking his hips against Timo's again and then dropping back, his hands going down and ripping open Timo's fly.
Timo flattened back against the tree of his own accord, the hand not knotted in David's hair flying back and digging into the cold bark of the tree. The roughness bit into his fingertips and he hissed, cold air rushing down into his open jeans. "David, Jesus, frostbite, oh shit..."
"Oh shut up, you pussy," David chided, crowding up against Timo again. He sucked Timo's lower lip into his mouth and shoved his hand into Timo's boxers, not drawing him out but skillfully curling his bare hand around his dick with the familiarity of long practice. "I won't let you freeze off anything really important. You aren't gonna last that long, anyway."
Timo snorted, but it wasn't quite as forceful as he'd meant it to be, shivers wracking him with the overstimulation of David's cold fingers on his rapidly-hardening cock. "You should've...just asked me for this, this morning," he panted into David's hair, David's face buried in against his neck and barely enough space between them for David to move his hand on Timo at all.
"Thought...thought I could wait, but I just..." David grunted, his words not saying what he wanted them to. The spoken language was not his medium. "Couldn't be alone today."
"You're never alone," Timo whispered against the shell of David's ear, darting out his tongue to lick it, and David cried out low against Timo's shoulder. He started putting a twist on every upstroke that made Timo lose his mind so fast his knees almost gave out. "I'm not...going anywhere," he gritted out, needing David to know.
"Oh, I know you're not," David told him, breath so hot on Timo's cold neck, goosebumps flashing up all over him. "You're gonna come back to the house with me, and I'm gonna tear your clothes off and fuck you until I'm warm again. Hear me?"
Timo dropped his head back and swallowed convulsively, staring up at the stark black branches against the white sky. "I hear you," he slurred, trying to fuck his hips up but still pinned tight to the tree, dependent on David continuing to move, oh god please don't stop. "Hear you...hear you..." He screwed his eyes shut, lights popping behind his eyelids, and shouted as he came, everything going shockingly hot and wet in the freezing air. He trembled and tightened his fingers to a white-knuckled grip on the tree; if David hadn't had him so tightly shoved to the tree he'd have fallen for sure.
"God," he breathed, steam wisping up from his mouth and disappearing in the colorless air. David was zipping him back up and there was a wet sound that made Timo look down. Yep, David was licking his hand clean, watching him. He was even more flushed, even more wild-looking now, and Timo tangled both of his hands up in his clothes, suddenly afraid David might disappear, blow away on the cold winter air.
David leaned in close, pressing sticky lips to Timo's. "Not going anywhere either," he promised, and Timo's eyes slipped shut, content.