Day 5: Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Don't Think, Matthew Reilly Novels, Scarecrow/Knight
Title: Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Don't Think
Author: Nox
Fandom: Matthew Reilly Novels
Pairing: Scarecrow/Knight
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own it, not mine. No offence or liability intended
Warnings: Slash, Spoilers (Scarecrow)
Summary: Knight visits a drunken Shane Schofield.
Author's Notes: Prompt from
fredbassett
Shane had spent most of the first few weeks after Libby died flipping between near catatonic and drunk off his ass. He was indulging in the second when Aloysius Knight showed up out of the blue.
He probably shouldn't have been surprised, as talented a soldier and bounty hunter as Knight was, that he had managed to enter the house without so much as tripping the alarm or making a single noise.
He was too drunk to be jumpy, or even particularly angry so he just handed the whisky slightly unsteadily to Knight and gestured him down onto the couch.
He was pretty sure Knight was drunk, he knew he was, the kind of drunk when consequences are left to the morning and nothing is a bad idea.
He isn’t sure where it came from, how it started, who started it for that matter, but someone had and before he knew anything else Knight’s hand was pushing into his pants and his was returning the favour.
He couldn’t think beyond the fact that it felt so fucking nice to have someone else touch his dick and how good it felt to have Knight twist and press him down into the couch.
Knight’s hand in his pants was pushing them hastily off his hips and Shane lifted obligingly while wrestling with Knight’s fly.
Knight’s hand wrapped around him and he dropped his head back into the couch, shifting Knight’s body until he could push his pants further off, running his fingers over the tip of his cock.
It was hard, fast and dirty, Knight breathing hot air into his ear every time he groaned, a man’s body hair brushing against his naked thighs, it was hot and close and just a step away from something Shane couldn’t quite identify.
Knight pressed his face into Shane’s neck as he came, teeth scraping against skin as he groaned, come splattering against Shane’s thigh.
He bit down on Shane’s ear as he sped up his strokes, tongue wrapping around his skin, slight pain sending him over the edge.
Knight slid down the couch and Shane fuzzily shifted, allowing the other man to sprawl over him.
The air smelt of sex and sweat and forgetting but Shane had already fallen asleep, Knight breathing into his ear and didn’t notice.
Author: Nox
Fandom: Matthew Reilly Novels
Pairing: Scarecrow/Knight
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own it, not mine. No offence or liability intended
Warnings: Slash, Spoilers (Scarecrow)
Summary: Knight visits a drunken Shane Schofield.
Author's Notes: Prompt from
fredbassett
Shane had spent most of the first few weeks after Libby died flipping between near catatonic and drunk off his ass. He was indulging in the second when Aloysius Knight showed up out of the blue.
He probably shouldn't have been surprised, as talented a soldier and bounty hunter as Knight was, that he had managed to enter the house without so much as tripping the alarm or making a single noise.
He was too drunk to be jumpy, or even particularly angry so he just handed the whisky slightly unsteadily to Knight and gestured him down onto the couch.
He was pretty sure Knight was drunk, he knew he was, the kind of drunk when consequences are left to the morning and nothing is a bad idea.
He isn’t sure where it came from, how it started, who started it for that matter, but someone had and before he knew anything else Knight’s hand was pushing into his pants and his was returning the favour.
He couldn’t think beyond the fact that it felt so fucking nice to have someone else touch his dick and how good it felt to have Knight twist and press him down into the couch.
Knight’s hand in his pants was pushing them hastily off his hips and Shane lifted obligingly while wrestling with Knight’s fly.
Knight’s hand wrapped around him and he dropped his head back into the couch, shifting Knight’s body until he could push his pants further off, running his fingers over the tip of his cock.
It was hard, fast and dirty, Knight breathing hot air into his ear every time he groaned, a man’s body hair brushing against his naked thighs, it was hot and close and just a step away from something Shane couldn’t quite identify.
Knight pressed his face into Shane’s neck as he came, teeth scraping against skin as he groaned, come splattering against Shane’s thigh.
He bit down on Shane’s ear as he sped up his strokes, tongue wrapping around his skin, slight pain sending him over the edge.
Knight slid down the couch and Shane fuzzily shifted, allowing the other man to sprawl over him.
The air smelt of sex and sweat and forgetting but Shane had already fallen asleep, Knight breathing into his ear and didn’t notice.