Controlled Love, Part 24: Discontent
Title: Discontent
Series: Controlled Love, Part 24. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17
Summary: InnerHottie!TonyTMderien is dreaming again.
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Discontent
In the following days, Tony told himself he was content, that his feelings for Control were gone, that there was no more longing. He never asked Control about his new relationship; instead, he pretended to himself that Mrs. Control had never left. He needed the false reality as a crutch, making it easier for him to accept that Control would never be his.
He continued to deliver Control's coffee every morning at eleven o'clock. He was grateful that he'd managed to get his mind back to correct thinking about his boss. He never wanted to stop taking Control his morning cup.
It was only deep in the middle of the night, halfway between dreaming and wakefulness, that his mind betrayed him. He'd lost track of how many times he thought back to that imaginary incident at the embassy, with Control practically begging him to come, their eyes intensely focused on each other.
Sometimes he woke just as the vivid dream started. He stripped off his pyjamas, feeling daring and wanton as the sheets brushed his naked flesh. He held his eyes closed, replaying the fantasy, one hand tightly wrapped around his cock, pumping vigorously as his other hand skated across his chest. When he came, it was with Control's name on his lips and Control's voice in his head, "Please, Tony, please…"
Other times, he woke up with his pyjamas wet and sticky, his orgasm achieved in dream but no less powerful than any achieved in reality. In fact, some of those climaxes were even more forceful as they were often the result of the dream taking new paths, building on the events of The Incident.
One night he pictured himself crawling across the floor to Control and then being wrapped up in those long strong arms and being kissed endlessly by those soft beautiful lips. Another night he visualised Control on his knees in front of the chair, looking up as he took Tony's length deep in his mouth and had Tony's hands locked tightly in his hair. Perhaps the most arousing dream of all was having Control here in his own bed, on his knees and elbows, face pressed into the mattress as Tony pounded into him over and over.
He told himself the dreams meant nothing and that he was in charge of his feelings. He told himself he was content. He willed himself to believe it.
Series: Controlled Love, Part 24. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17
Summary: InnerHottie!TonyTMderien is dreaming again.
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Discontent
In the following days, Tony told himself he was content, that his feelings for Control were gone, that there was no more longing. He never asked Control about his new relationship; instead, he pretended to himself that Mrs. Control had never left. He needed the false reality as a crutch, making it easier for him to accept that Control would never be his.
He continued to deliver Control's coffee every morning at eleven o'clock. He was grateful that he'd managed to get his mind back to correct thinking about his boss. He never wanted to stop taking Control his morning cup.
It was only deep in the middle of the night, halfway between dreaming and wakefulness, that his mind betrayed him. He'd lost track of how many times he thought back to that imaginary incident at the embassy, with Control practically begging him to come, their eyes intensely focused on each other.
Sometimes he woke just as the vivid dream started. He stripped off his pyjamas, feeling daring and wanton as the sheets brushed his naked flesh. He held his eyes closed, replaying the fantasy, one hand tightly wrapped around his cock, pumping vigorously as his other hand skated across his chest. When he came, it was with Control's name on his lips and Control's voice in his head, "Please, Tony, please…"
Other times, he woke up with his pyjamas wet and sticky, his orgasm achieved in dream but no less powerful than any achieved in reality. In fact, some of those climaxes were even more forceful as they were often the result of the dream taking new paths, building on the events of The Incident.
One night he pictured himself crawling across the floor to Control and then being wrapped up in those long strong arms and being kissed endlessly by those soft beautiful lips. Another night he visualised Control on his knees in front of the chair, looking up as he took Tony's length deep in his mouth and had Tony's hands locked tightly in his hair. Perhaps the most arousing dream of all was having Control here in his own bed, on his knees and elbows, face pressed into the mattress as Tony pounded into him over and over.
He told himself the dreams meant nothing and that he was in charge of his feelings. He told himself he was content. He willed himself to believe it.