Day 28: Autoerotic, Iron Man, James Rhodes/Jarvis, R
Title: Autoerotic
Author: joanne_c
Fandom or Genre: Iron Man
Pairing or Character: James Rhodes/Jarvis
Rating/Warnings: R
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are the property of Marvel and Stan Lee, not me.
A/N: My second idea involving James Rhodes.
Summary: James has known Tony a long time. He's also known Jarvis a long time. If knowing is the right word.
Tony Stark was late. Again. James Rhodes thought that he could set his watch by Tony - as long as he set it at least two hours fast. Maybe three some days. He muttered something and sipped coffee. He really didn't like to sit around waiting. It felt... weird. In Tony's house. Without Tony.
"Mr. Rhodes?" Tony never had reprogrammed Jarvis with James' rank. He wasn't sure if it was because it kept changing or if it was because Tony never thought of him as his rank. James liked to think it was the second more than the first. Or then again, Tony might just not get around to it. That was also highly possible.
"Yes, Jarvis?" James asked.
"Are you comfortable? Have everything you need?"
"Yes, thank you," James answered, sighing.
"You're sighing."
"Mr Stark is late," James couldn't believe he was explaining himself to a computer. Still, it wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever done.
"Ah I see. Would you like me to entertain you? There is music, and information on absolutely everything in the world. Or you could watch television or a film."
"Talk to me about Stark Industries," James replied. It was only things he'd know, but at least the voice was soothing. Or mostly soothing.
As Jarvis rattled off statistics about Stark Industries, James' thoughts strayed to the guy whose voice Tony had copied for Jarvis - actually that had been his name, something Jarvis, though James couldn't recall his first name. He and Tony had gotten drunk together a few times. But James hadn't. No... he had gotten to know Mr Jarvis in an entirely different way.
Rough, hard kisses. That voice whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do with James in James' ear. Just a few words and he was hard.
And... apparently it had been the voice, because statistics on metallic compounds were not something that usually made James hard. And yet, he was. Just listening to that voice again... relaxed and allowing himself to remember and he was hard.
He stroked himself quickly because if Tony came in he'd never, ever be able to explain why he was jerking off in Tony's living room to the voice of his computer. He almost stopped, laughing at the ridiculousness, but his cock twitched and protested, so James got a few tissues and placed them strategically so he wouldn't make too much of a mess. Again, Tony's living room. Not somewhere he wanted to mess up. And still the voice and James stroked himself, groaning softly as he drew nearer and nearer to the edge, remembering the feel of Mr Jarvis' cock in his ass, his mouth on the other man's cock as he was talked dirty to in that voice and he came then, gasping, then wiping himself down quickly, not allowing himself to linger.
James disposed of the tissues, zipped up, and looked at his watch again. Jarvis was still talking about Stark Industries, and he would wait another half hour. No more.
Tony turned up twenty-eight minutes later.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom or Genre: Iron Man
Pairing or Character: James Rhodes/Jarvis
Rating/Warnings: R
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are the property of Marvel and Stan Lee, not me.
A/N: My second idea involving James Rhodes.
Summary: James has known Tony a long time. He's also known Jarvis a long time. If knowing is the right word.
Tony Stark was late. Again. James Rhodes thought that he could set his watch by Tony - as long as he set it at least two hours fast. Maybe three some days. He muttered something and sipped coffee. He really didn't like to sit around waiting. It felt... weird. In Tony's house. Without Tony.
"Mr. Rhodes?" Tony never had reprogrammed Jarvis with James' rank. He wasn't sure if it was because it kept changing or if it was because Tony never thought of him as his rank. James liked to think it was the second more than the first. Or then again, Tony might just not get around to it. That was also highly possible.
"Yes, Jarvis?" James asked.
"Are you comfortable? Have everything you need?"
"Yes, thank you," James answered, sighing.
"You're sighing."
"Mr Stark is late," James couldn't believe he was explaining himself to a computer. Still, it wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever done.
"Ah I see. Would you like me to entertain you? There is music, and information on absolutely everything in the world. Or you could watch television or a film."
"Talk to me about Stark Industries," James replied. It was only things he'd know, but at least the voice was soothing. Or mostly soothing.
As Jarvis rattled off statistics about Stark Industries, James' thoughts strayed to the guy whose voice Tony had copied for Jarvis - actually that had been his name, something Jarvis, though James couldn't recall his first name. He and Tony had gotten drunk together a few times. But James hadn't. No... he had gotten to know Mr Jarvis in an entirely different way.
Rough, hard kisses. That voice whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do with James in James' ear. Just a few words and he was hard.
And... apparently it had been the voice, because statistics on metallic compounds were not something that usually made James hard. And yet, he was. Just listening to that voice again... relaxed and allowing himself to remember and he was hard.
He stroked himself quickly because if Tony came in he'd never, ever be able to explain why he was jerking off in Tony's living room to the voice of his computer. He almost stopped, laughing at the ridiculousness, but his cock twitched and protested, so James got a few tissues and placed them strategically so he wouldn't make too much of a mess. Again, Tony's living room. Not somewhere he wanted to mess up. And still the voice and James stroked himself, groaning softly as he drew nearer and nearer to the edge, remembering the feel of Mr Jarvis' cock in his ass, his mouth on the other man's cock as he was talked dirty to in that voice and he came then, gasping, then wiping himself down quickly, not allowing himself to linger.
James disposed of the tissues, zipped up, and looked at his watch again. Jarvis was still talking about Stark Industries, and he would wait another half hour. No more.
Tony turned up twenty-eight minutes later.