Day 11: Anticipation, Grey's Anatomy, Derek/Mark, NC-17
Title: Anticipation
Author: joanne_c
Fandom or Genre: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing or Character: Derek Shepherd/Mark Sloane
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and the characters in this story are the property of Shonda Rimes.
A/N: Another fandom I love but don't write nearly enough in, and two of my favourite guys to slash. They have such wonderful subtext. And honestly, would be better off with each other than any of the women they keep trying with.
Summary: Derek and Mark have been anticipating each other for years.
Derek groaned as he heard his phone not three minutes after he'd settled into bed. He picked it up and sighed. "Hello, and this had better be good, I just got off a seventeen hour shift."
"I'll trade you eight hours of listening to the driest people in the world talk about plastics," Mark Sloane replied. "I'm so glad this is over tomorrow."
"You could've told me that then," Derek sighed.
"Yes but I wouldn't have got to hear your sexy, husky, half asleep voice," Mark purred. "Which would have been such a pity..."
"I'm starting to think it's time you put up or shut up," Derek mused.
"What do you mean?" Mark asked.
"You keep making hints. Saying we could do things. Hell, we nearly had a threesome with Addison once. But you never take it past that level."
"Derek, there was Addison. And Meredith. And Rose..." Mark listed them off. "And that's only the major ones and the most recent."
"There hasn't been Addison or Meredith for a while," Derek answered. "As for Rose...well..."
"Well, the anticipation got too much?" Mark suggested.
"Hell, I've been anticipating you for years," Derek shot back. "If it meant anything I could've continued anticipating. I didn't."
"So what does that mean?" Mark asked, his voice not quite hesitant.
:"When you get back here, we stop dancing around," Derek said. "We see if there's actually anything there beyond fantasies when I jerk off."
"You think about me when you jerk off?" Mark asked.
"I thought about you a couple times with Meredith," Derek replied.
"What do you think about?" Mark asked, curiously.
"Kissing you... beyond those pecks on the cheek. Spending a lot of time doing that. I like your lips," Derek responded.
"I like that idea," Mark answered. "What else? And are you hard?"
"A little, and there's a lot of things."
"Touch yourself. Get yourself off by telling me this."
"Mark... I..."
"Hey, it was you who said it was time to put up or shut up. I'm not there and won't be until tomorrow. I want something to jerk off to in the morning."
"You aren't now?"
"Yes, but I want it for then too. Now tell me!"
"Your hands on me. Stroking. Slow, how I like it, up and down, leisurely, not rushing or pushing... mmmm," Derek did as he said.
"Mmmm," Mark agreed. "Increasing slowly, though? Going a little faster?"
"Sure," Derek's voice was fading in and out. "Your mouth too... sucking. Maybe a 69..."
"Who does the fucking in your fantasies, Derek? Or is the answer neither."
"Depends on my mood..." Derek answered. "I want you the first time, though. Deep inside me..." His voice was ragged.
So was Mark's. "Come... let me hear you."
Derek stroked his cock again and cried out as he came harder than he had in months.
Mark was a moment behind him, shouting his pleasure into the phone.
Derek gasped and picked the phone up again. "Whoa, that was intense."
"Imagine how it'll be when we're in the same room," Mark teased.
"See you tomorrow..." Derek murmured.
"The anticipation is almost over," Mark replied.
"I wish this was like in stories and you were really on the other side of my door," Derek said.
"Sorry. Promise I'm still in New York," Mark sighed. "I wish that too."
"Someday you will be. I like the idea of playing this out..." Derek smiled into the phone.
"You have an imagination," Mark said, sounding intrigued.
"Oh you have no idea," Derek replied. "You'll find some of it out tomorrow. Good night Mark."
"Good night Derek."
Derek pressed the button on his phone and put it on the bedstand. Then he turned over and closed his eyes. He was going to need some sleep if he planned on showing Mark some of his imagination tomorrow.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom or Genre: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing or Character: Derek Shepherd/Mark Sloane
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and the characters in this story are the property of Shonda Rimes.
A/N: Another fandom I love but don't write nearly enough in, and two of my favourite guys to slash. They have such wonderful subtext. And honestly, would be better off with each other than any of the women they keep trying with.
Summary: Derek and Mark have been anticipating each other for years.
Derek groaned as he heard his phone not three minutes after he'd settled into bed. He picked it up and sighed. "Hello, and this had better be good, I just got off a seventeen hour shift."
"I'll trade you eight hours of listening to the driest people in the world talk about plastics," Mark Sloane replied. "I'm so glad this is over tomorrow."
"You could've told me that then," Derek sighed.
"Yes but I wouldn't have got to hear your sexy, husky, half asleep voice," Mark purred. "Which would have been such a pity..."
"I'm starting to think it's time you put up or shut up," Derek mused.
"What do you mean?" Mark asked.
"You keep making hints. Saying we could do things. Hell, we nearly had a threesome with Addison once. But you never take it past that level."
"Derek, there was Addison. And Meredith. And Rose..." Mark listed them off. "And that's only the major ones and the most recent."
"There hasn't been Addison or Meredith for a while," Derek answered. "As for Rose...well..."
"Well, the anticipation got too much?" Mark suggested.
"Hell, I've been anticipating you for years," Derek shot back. "If it meant anything I could've continued anticipating. I didn't."
"So what does that mean?" Mark asked, his voice not quite hesitant.
:"When you get back here, we stop dancing around," Derek said. "We see if there's actually anything there beyond fantasies when I jerk off."
"You think about me when you jerk off?" Mark asked.
"I thought about you a couple times with Meredith," Derek replied.
"What do you think about?" Mark asked, curiously.
"Kissing you... beyond those pecks on the cheek. Spending a lot of time doing that. I like your lips," Derek responded.
"I like that idea," Mark answered. "What else? And are you hard?"
"A little, and there's a lot of things."
"Touch yourself. Get yourself off by telling me this."
"Mark... I..."
"Hey, it was you who said it was time to put up or shut up. I'm not there and won't be until tomorrow. I want something to jerk off to in the morning."
"You aren't now?"
"Yes, but I want it for then too. Now tell me!"
"Your hands on me. Stroking. Slow, how I like it, up and down, leisurely, not rushing or pushing... mmmm," Derek did as he said.
"Mmmm," Mark agreed. "Increasing slowly, though? Going a little faster?"
"Sure," Derek's voice was fading in and out. "Your mouth too... sucking. Maybe a 69..."
"Who does the fucking in your fantasies, Derek? Or is the answer neither."
"Depends on my mood..." Derek answered. "I want you the first time, though. Deep inside me..." His voice was ragged.
So was Mark's. "Come... let me hear you."
Derek stroked his cock again and cried out as he came harder than he had in months.
Mark was a moment behind him, shouting his pleasure into the phone.
Derek gasped and picked the phone up again. "Whoa, that was intense."
"Imagine how it'll be when we're in the same room," Mark teased.
"See you tomorrow..." Derek murmured.
"The anticipation is almost over," Mark replied.
"I wish this was like in stories and you were really on the other side of my door," Derek said.
"Sorry. Promise I'm still in New York," Mark sighed. "I wish that too."
"Someday you will be. I like the idea of playing this out..." Derek smiled into the phone.
"You have an imagination," Mark said, sounding intrigued.
"Oh you have no idea," Derek replied. "You'll find some of it out tomorrow. Good night Mark."
"Good night Derek."
Derek pressed the button on his phone and put it on the bedstand. Then he turned over and closed his eyes. He was going to need some sleep if he planned on showing Mark some of his imagination tomorrow.