Third Time Lucky, Ben Cross/Anton Yelchin, NC-17
Title: Third Time Lucky
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek XI RPS
Pairing: Ben Cross/Anton Yelchin, mention of Bruce Greenwood/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 950 approximately
Disclaimer: Fiction. This came out of my head and did not happen in reality (sadly enough).
Summary: Ben doesn't think he could be lucky a third time. He might just be wrong about that.
Note: Ben's first Master was Ian Charleson, his Chariots Of Fire co-star. Sorry about the cheesy title but it does actually fit.
It's not that bad sitting in the background, watching the flirting. And the... well, really, Bruce and Zach should get a room by now, shouldn't they? Ben sighs, he's not sure if he's jealous or not, and... well, damn, Zach's hand on Bruce's neck, if that doesn't mean what he thinks it means... more than just fucking, Zach is clearly Bruce's Master. He watches as they make their excuses and leave, Zach's possessive hand on Bruce's hip.
"He ought to just come out and put a collar on Bruce," Anton says, whispering it to Ben. "It's not like he can hide it all that well."
"And how do you know about collars, young Anton?" Ben teases. The boy is young enough to be his grandson. Perhaps he can impart some wisdom.
"I've been legal for two years," Anton rolls his eyes. "Six months after I was legal, I was on my knees in a BDSM club. Six months after that I was the one with the whip in my hand, because I'd already figured out I liked to be in control. How old were you when you were first on your knees?" he asks.
"How did you...?" Ben stares at him.
"It wasn't Zach you were looking at with envy," Anton said. "Two and two. Maybe it was five, I don't know yet..." he trails off, letting Ben have the floor.
"Not until Chariots Of Fire," Ben answers. "Met my first Master there, even though things didn't last. I sometimes wonder if he'd still be with us today if I'd asked for more, but I wanted to explore..." he sighs softly. "Then later I met another Master, and we were together almost thirty years - Master and boy, and lovers too. And yes, I'm married. That's separate, and yes, she knows. She has other interests too."
Anton takes the words in and Ben smiles, letting him absorb the words. He's sure Anton couldn't be interested in an old man like him, of course, but maybe he knows someone...
"So are you looking for another Master?" Anton asks, and it's a shade too casual, but Ben can't read it.
"If it happens, yes, but maybe I'm not meant to find another," Ben answers, truthfully. "I was lucky twice. Can I really ask for more?"
"We can always ask," Anton answers, softly. "It's getting that can be harder. Sometimes."
Ben raises an eyebrow. "What is this about?"
"It's about me looking at you and wanting to know what you look like naked," Anton replies.
"Not like you, not young and hard-bodied."
"If I wanted that, I'd be chasing Karl," Anton shakes his head. "And you keep in wonderful shape, don't put yourself down." There's a tone of command to that last remark, and Ben can't resist.
"Yes, Sir," he says, softly.
The effect it has isn't quite what he expects. Anton's entire demenour changes, his posture stiffens, and his tone, when he speaks again, is different. "Don't ever call me that unless you mean it!" and he doesn't shout, but he might as well for the effect those words have on Ben.
"What if I do mean it?" he asks, still not sure this isn't just some kind of game.
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"Well, then," Anton moves so quickly Ben barely has time to realise he's cornered before Anton's rubbing wantonly against him. "We go to my room. I get to play with you any way I want." Ben knows he'll be asked limits and those things, so he nods in agreement. "We see if this is just sexual tension brought on by wine and the party, or if I might be willing to keep you."
Ben's eyes widen and his hips thrust back, unconsciously. It's been too long, and he's hard and leaking before he can catch his breath, and grinding on Anton's leg.
"How many times can you come?" Anton asks, thrusting back.
"Twice..." Ben replies. "Second takes... a... while." At least these days it does. It could be an advantage, though.
"Then don't stop," Anton murmurs, pulling Ben's head down and closer so he can whisper in his ear. "Going to let you rub off on me now, and if you don't come in your pants I'll be very disappointed. Then I'm taking you up to my room, where I have many lovely toys. I will want to know all about the kinds of toys you like, of course, but later, because even if I asked you now, I doubt you'd remember."
Ben moans softly, knowing Anton's right about that, but even as he knows not to say it, an image of himself tied and gagged, Anton with a paddle or a crop, crosses his mind and the next grind is even more needy, the next moan almost too loud, but smothered in Anton's shoulder.
"Stop thinking, you'll alert the whole room," Anton teases, thrusting himself, and Ben's gratified to realise he's hard too, and it can't all be youthful exuberance, can it? Some of it must be him. And it's that that pushes him right to the edge, and a whispered plea for permission to come. A nod of assent and Ben grinds again, coming in his pants and gasping heavily as he leans on Anton, feeling the last few thrusts until Anton's found his release too.
Luckily the room is dark enough for them to hide the evidence as they get their coats and make their goodbyes, Ben smiling as Chris wraps around Rachel in a dark corner.
It's only a few minutes before Ben is unaware of anything else but Anton's arms around him. And the hope that just maybe he's been lucky enough to find a third Master.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek XI RPS
Pairing: Ben Cross/Anton Yelchin, mention of Bruce Greenwood/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 950 approximately
Disclaimer: Fiction. This came out of my head and did not happen in reality (sadly enough).
Summary: Ben doesn't think he could be lucky a third time. He might just be wrong about that.
Note: Ben's first Master was Ian Charleson, his Chariots Of Fire co-star. Sorry about the cheesy title but it does actually fit.
It's not that bad sitting in the background, watching the flirting. And the... well, really, Bruce and Zach should get a room by now, shouldn't they? Ben sighs, he's not sure if he's jealous or not, and... well, damn, Zach's hand on Bruce's neck, if that doesn't mean what he thinks it means... more than just fucking, Zach is clearly Bruce's Master. He watches as they make their excuses and leave, Zach's possessive hand on Bruce's hip.
"He ought to just come out and put a collar on Bruce," Anton says, whispering it to Ben. "It's not like he can hide it all that well."
"And how do you know about collars, young Anton?" Ben teases. The boy is young enough to be his grandson. Perhaps he can impart some wisdom.
"I've been legal for two years," Anton rolls his eyes. "Six months after I was legal, I was on my knees in a BDSM club. Six months after that I was the one with the whip in my hand, because I'd already figured out I liked to be in control. How old were you when you were first on your knees?" he asks.
"How did you...?" Ben stares at him.
"It wasn't Zach you were looking at with envy," Anton said. "Two and two. Maybe it was five, I don't know yet..." he trails off, letting Ben have the floor.
"Not until Chariots Of Fire," Ben answers. "Met my first Master there, even though things didn't last. I sometimes wonder if he'd still be with us today if I'd asked for more, but I wanted to explore..." he sighs softly. "Then later I met another Master, and we were together almost thirty years - Master and boy, and lovers too. And yes, I'm married. That's separate, and yes, she knows. She has other interests too."
Anton takes the words in and Ben smiles, letting him absorb the words. He's sure Anton couldn't be interested in an old man like him, of course, but maybe he knows someone...
"So are you looking for another Master?" Anton asks, and it's a shade too casual, but Ben can't read it.
"If it happens, yes, but maybe I'm not meant to find another," Ben answers, truthfully. "I was lucky twice. Can I really ask for more?"
"We can always ask," Anton answers, softly. "It's getting that can be harder. Sometimes."
Ben raises an eyebrow. "What is this about?"
"It's about me looking at you and wanting to know what you look like naked," Anton replies.
"Not like you, not young and hard-bodied."
"If I wanted that, I'd be chasing Karl," Anton shakes his head. "And you keep in wonderful shape, don't put yourself down." There's a tone of command to that last remark, and Ben can't resist.
"Yes, Sir," he says, softly.
The effect it has isn't quite what he expects. Anton's entire demenour changes, his posture stiffens, and his tone, when he speaks again, is different. "Don't ever call me that unless you mean it!" and he doesn't shout, but he might as well for the effect those words have on Ben.
"What if I do mean it?" he asks, still not sure this isn't just some kind of game.
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"Well, then," Anton moves so quickly Ben barely has time to realise he's cornered before Anton's rubbing wantonly against him. "We go to my room. I get to play with you any way I want." Ben knows he'll be asked limits and those things, so he nods in agreement. "We see if this is just sexual tension brought on by wine and the party, or if I might be willing to keep you."
Ben's eyes widen and his hips thrust back, unconsciously. It's been too long, and he's hard and leaking before he can catch his breath, and grinding on Anton's leg.
"How many times can you come?" Anton asks, thrusting back.
"Twice..." Ben replies. "Second takes... a... while." At least these days it does. It could be an advantage, though.
"Then don't stop," Anton murmurs, pulling Ben's head down and closer so he can whisper in his ear. "Going to let you rub off on me now, and if you don't come in your pants I'll be very disappointed. Then I'm taking you up to my room, where I have many lovely toys. I will want to know all about the kinds of toys you like, of course, but later, because even if I asked you now, I doubt you'd remember."
Ben moans softly, knowing Anton's right about that, but even as he knows not to say it, an image of himself tied and gagged, Anton with a paddle or a crop, crosses his mind and the next grind is even more needy, the next moan almost too loud, but smothered in Anton's shoulder.
"Stop thinking, you'll alert the whole room," Anton teases, thrusting himself, and Ben's gratified to realise he's hard too, and it can't all be youthful exuberance, can it? Some of it must be him. And it's that that pushes him right to the edge, and a whispered plea for permission to come. A nod of assent and Ben grinds again, coming in his pants and gasping heavily as he leans on Anton, feeling the last few thrusts until Anton's found his release too.
Luckily the room is dark enough for them to hide the evidence as they get their coats and make their goodbyes, Ben smiling as Chris wraps around Rachel in a dark corner.
It's only a few minutes before Ben is unaware of anything else but Anton's arms around him. And the hope that just maybe he's been lucky enough to find a third Master.