One Night Secret
Title: One Night Secret
Fandom: Whose Line UK
Pairings: Tony/Paul, Jim/Steve, Jim/Tony.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "The look between them said it all - tonight had been a one-off."
Disclaimer: This fic is in no way intended to portray a true representation of the people involved. As far as I know, this never happened.
Note: SMUT ALERT! This was written in a bit to encourage my muse to find me endings for the two other fics I have on the go but cannot finish for love nor money.
Cross-posted to britline, whoselineslash and wl_fanfiction. Submitted to fanfic100 for prompt 023 - Lovers.
One Night Secret
It had been an unusual day. Jim and Steve had been on edge throughout the show, Paul was being decidedly bitchy, and Tony was left in the middle of it all, utterly bewildered.
Later, things began to make sense. Another argument, something so commonplace that Tony was surprised to learn that they'd actually finished things this time. An unwavering professionalism that masked contempt, even when Paul had set his mind to goad them into honesty. A fight of his own, as he had tried to do the decent thing and get Paul to shut the hell up, only for Paul to turn on him for apparently nothing.
Now, Tony and Jim were sat in the hotel bar. They had arrived separately - Jim had been there already when Tony had arrived, determined to show Paul that he wasn't about to sit in and wait all night. Jim had beckoned him over, words slurring slightly as he thanked Tony for his concern. Drink flowed freely as the night wore on, both men bitching about what love had apparently done to them and all the while exchanging looks that barely concealed what both were silently thinking.
Now, the night was a game. It was never a question of if; the only question in their minds was over who would be brave enough to make the first move. Actions became more deliberate, even through the intoxication; teasing looks, provocative gestures, conversation shifting to reflect what was at the fore of their thoughts. All the while, that question hovered - who would break first?
In the end, Tony yielded. It was a simple action, hand resting deliberately on Jim's thigh, but it was enough - it was the signal that confirmed that they were going down this road. Dark brown eyes met striking blue, and at once both men were on their feet, Jim grabbing Tony's hand and leading him away from the bar. Soon, they were outside; the chill in the air barely registering with them as they found themselves in some small outside pocket that seemed to serve no purpose further than an exit point for the fire escape.
Jim gave Tony a predatory grin as he pinned the smaller man against the wall, lips soon crushing lips in a forceful, urgent kiss. Tony responded eagerly, swept up by the approach so different from Paul's languid assumption that he would take charge. He wasn't used to being the one to submit, and he had certainly never pictured Jim as the aggressor, but lord did he want more.
The two men pressed closer to each other, moans swallowed by heated kisses as their passion intensified. Hands travelled bodies wantonly: caressing, groping, daring. Then Jim's mouth was on Tony's neck, and Tony had to bite down hard on his lip to stop himself from crying out. The cold night air contrasted deliciously with the burning heat between them and Tony wasn't sure he could contain himself for this to last as he wanted it to.
Jim pulled back, eyes glistening as he wordlessly pushed Tony to his knees. The implication was clear and Tony complied instantly, hand travelling the length of Jim's erection as trousers were unfastened. He set his mouth to work, using intuition to guide his licks and sucks. The fact that his movements were limited by space only served to increase the tension, forcing him to be creative in his ministrations.
His scalp prickled as a hand curled in his hair, so tightly he feared he'd be losing a fair few thousand strands, but if he felt discomfort then he didn't show it. Repressed grunts sounded as music to him as the grip on his hair tightened, hips bucking as Jim fucked Tony's mouth. Then a muffled cry, and warm, salty liquid spurted into his mouth and trickled down his throat even before he had a chance to swallow.
Before he even had a chance to think, Jim had pulled him to his feet, lips colliding and tongues darting between mouths even as the taste of Jim's semen still lingered. Then a hand, sliding between them, rubbing and squeezing through the thick denim of Tony's jeans. The choked cry of frustration sounded more like a whine as Tony tried to press closer, so close and yet so unable to fall with Jim's touch so far away.
Then, the quietly unmistakable sound of zip being pulled down and Jim's hand was suddenly so much closer. Tony's head fell forward, teeth sinking through thin fabric into Jim's shoulder as he fought not to cry out. The ecstasy swelled inside him, his breath quickening as Jim seemed to find all the right moves to push him over the edge. A final stroke, a choked-back scream and suddenly, it was all over.
As eyes met once again, Tony could only watch in awe as Jim licked the sticky fluid from his hand. Jim's other hand found one of Tony's, and wordlessly the two men returned to the hotel. Tony didn't protest as Jim took the lead, guiding the other man to his hotel room. Still without a word, Jim nodded towards the en-suite bathroom and Tony nodded his understanding in return. He had to clean up, and this was the safest place for him to do so.
It took mere minutes for Tony to shower and redress, and then he was leaving Jim's room. As he opened the door, he turned and met Jim's gaze. The look between them said it all - tonight had been a one-off. Tony would go back to Paul; what fate awaited Jim and Steve remained to be seen. Whatever happened, neither Tony nor Jim would speak of this night to another.
This night was their one night secret.
Fandom: Whose Line UK
Pairings: Tony/Paul, Jim/Steve, Jim/Tony.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "The look between them said it all - tonight had been a one-off."
Disclaimer: This fic is in no way intended to portray a true representation of the people involved. As far as I know, this never happened.
Note: SMUT ALERT! This was written in a bit to encourage my muse to find me endings for the two other fics I have on the go but cannot finish for love nor money.
Cross-posted to britline, whoselineslash and wl_fanfiction. Submitted to fanfic100 for prompt 023 - Lovers.
One Night Secret
It had been an unusual day. Jim and Steve had been on edge throughout the show, Paul was being decidedly bitchy, and Tony was left in the middle of it all, utterly bewildered.
Later, things began to make sense. Another argument, something so commonplace that Tony was surprised to learn that they'd actually finished things this time. An unwavering professionalism that masked contempt, even when Paul had set his mind to goad them into honesty. A fight of his own, as he had tried to do the decent thing and get Paul to shut the hell up, only for Paul to turn on him for apparently nothing.
Now, Tony and Jim were sat in the hotel bar. They had arrived separately - Jim had been there already when Tony had arrived, determined to show Paul that he wasn't about to sit in and wait all night. Jim had beckoned him over, words slurring slightly as he thanked Tony for his concern. Drink flowed freely as the night wore on, both men bitching about what love had apparently done to them and all the while exchanging looks that barely concealed what both were silently thinking.
Now, the night was a game. It was never a question of if; the only question in their minds was over who would be brave enough to make the first move. Actions became more deliberate, even through the intoxication; teasing looks, provocative gestures, conversation shifting to reflect what was at the fore of their thoughts. All the while, that question hovered - who would break first?
In the end, Tony yielded. It was a simple action, hand resting deliberately on Jim's thigh, but it was enough - it was the signal that confirmed that they were going down this road. Dark brown eyes met striking blue, and at once both men were on their feet, Jim grabbing Tony's hand and leading him away from the bar. Soon, they were outside; the chill in the air barely registering with them as they found themselves in some small outside pocket that seemed to serve no purpose further than an exit point for the fire escape.
Jim gave Tony a predatory grin as he pinned the smaller man against the wall, lips soon crushing lips in a forceful, urgent kiss. Tony responded eagerly, swept up by the approach so different from Paul's languid assumption that he would take charge. He wasn't used to being the one to submit, and he had certainly never pictured Jim as the aggressor, but lord did he want more.
The two men pressed closer to each other, moans swallowed by heated kisses as their passion intensified. Hands travelled bodies wantonly: caressing, groping, daring. Then Jim's mouth was on Tony's neck, and Tony had to bite down hard on his lip to stop himself from crying out. The cold night air contrasted deliciously with the burning heat between them and Tony wasn't sure he could contain himself for this to last as he wanted it to.
Jim pulled back, eyes glistening as he wordlessly pushed Tony to his knees. The implication was clear and Tony complied instantly, hand travelling the length of Jim's erection as trousers were unfastened. He set his mouth to work, using intuition to guide his licks and sucks. The fact that his movements were limited by space only served to increase the tension, forcing him to be creative in his ministrations.
His scalp prickled as a hand curled in his hair, so tightly he feared he'd be losing a fair few thousand strands, but if he felt discomfort then he didn't show it. Repressed grunts sounded as music to him as the grip on his hair tightened, hips bucking as Jim fucked Tony's mouth. Then a muffled cry, and warm, salty liquid spurted into his mouth and trickled down his throat even before he had a chance to swallow.
Before he even had a chance to think, Jim had pulled him to his feet, lips colliding and tongues darting between mouths even as the taste of Jim's semen still lingered. Then a hand, sliding between them, rubbing and squeezing through the thick denim of Tony's jeans. The choked cry of frustration sounded more like a whine as Tony tried to press closer, so close and yet so unable to fall with Jim's touch so far away.
Then, the quietly unmistakable sound of zip being pulled down and Jim's hand was suddenly so much closer. Tony's head fell forward, teeth sinking through thin fabric into Jim's shoulder as he fought not to cry out. The ecstasy swelled inside him, his breath quickening as Jim seemed to find all the right moves to push him over the edge. A final stroke, a choked-back scream and suddenly, it was all over.
As eyes met once again, Tony could only watch in awe as Jim licked the sticky fluid from his hand. Jim's other hand found one of Tony's, and wordlessly the two men returned to the hotel. Tony didn't protest as Jim took the lead, guiding the other man to his hotel room. Still without a word, Jim nodded towards the en-suite bathroom and Tony nodded his understanding in return. He had to clean up, and this was the safest place for him to do so.
It took mere minutes for Tony to shower and redress, and then he was leaving Jim's room. As he opened the door, he turned and met Jim's gaze. The look between them said it all - tonight had been a one-off. Tony would go back to Paul; what fate awaited Jim and Steve remained to be seen. Whatever happened, neither Tony nor Jim would speak of this night to another.
This night was their one night secret.