For Sammie. Because she begged
An AJ/Howie ficlet to get her through some sort of paper she was writing. I told her she could have the ending when she said she's finished even though I think she's lying so here it is :)
"It's watching me," Howie mumbled against AJ's neck, glancing over his lover's shoulder to see the reflective eyes glowing in the near darkness. Closing his own eyes at the feel of fingernails lightly scraping his sides, he arched into the other man, moaning softly when damp lips sucked at his shoulder.
"It's my protective talisman," AJ rasped, not caring about Howie's sensitive nature when it came to sex. If he had his way, they would be buried beneath several blankets in a darkened room with only their senses of sight, touch and sound to guide them. Not that AJ minded that, once in a while. He preferred to see his lover's reactions to his touches and kisses... "A fan gave it to me..."
"What if they had given you a giant golden dildo?" Howie questioned honestly.
AJ smirked. "I'd be lubing it up to use on you."
"Alexander--"
"You know I love you, babe," AJ crooned, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Howie's collarbone. Hearing the pleased sigh, he glanced up to see the tension easing from the man's face. Eyes slowly closing. Smirking with satisfaction, he moved his tongue lower, tasting the sweet essence of the man's skin. When he toyed with one peaked nipple, he felt the body begin to tense once more. Certain it was from excitement, he reached to remove his jeans, cursing vividly when he was pushed to the side.
"Cover that thing up," Howie insisted.
"You told me that you wanted to fucking-Oh!" AJ breathed in realization. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned upon seeing the familiar glowing eyes. "Don't you like having an audience?"
"If I liked having an audience, we'd still be at Nick's... Please?"
AJ sighed, leaning across the bed to retrieve the small statue. Running his fingers lovingly over the painted porcelain, he offered Howie a small pout. "It's not like it can really see, you know... If it could, I'd have a secret camera in it so I can catch all your beautiful fucking faces--"
"Alexander--"
"Of course, I'd need some mics to go with it so I could catch all those good sounds you make too--"
"Alexander James--"
"Too bad they haven't invented some sort of virtual reality recorder so you can get the bumps and shakes," AJ lamented, yelping when the statue was yanked from his hands. He watched in horror as it was tossed towards the floor, clattering noisily before it rolled beneath the dresser. "Goddamn, Howie--"
Howie's hand slipped beneath the loosened waistband of AJ's jeans, wasting no time in closing around the hardened length of his cock. Leaning up, he caught AJ's lips in a sultry kiss, pulling his lover down over him. "Forget the fucking owl and fuck me, okay?"
"Can we look into finding one of those recorders?" AJ requested with a blissful sigh as his jeans were pushed away.
"Sure," Howie agreed, biting down gently on AJ's tongue before rolling him to his back.
AJ laid his head back, hoping his panting wasn't too obvious when warm lips trailed over his abdomen. Hand flopping across the pillows, he arched against the the open mouth, grasping what he was searching for as his cock was enveloped in wet heat. Growling against a whimper, he hurriedly pushed the button on the remote before pushing it aside, taking only a second to make sure the eyes were glowing red before losing himself in Howie's touch.
"It's watching me," Howie mumbled against AJ's neck, glancing over his lover's shoulder to see the reflective eyes glowing in the near darkness. Closing his own eyes at the feel of fingernails lightly scraping his sides, he arched into the other man, moaning softly when damp lips sucked at his shoulder.
"It's my protective talisman," AJ rasped, not caring about Howie's sensitive nature when it came to sex. If he had his way, they would be buried beneath several blankets in a darkened room with only their senses of sight, touch and sound to guide them. Not that AJ minded that, once in a while. He preferred to see his lover's reactions to his touches and kisses... "A fan gave it to me..."
"What if they had given you a giant golden dildo?" Howie questioned honestly.
AJ smirked. "I'd be lubing it up to use on you."
"Alexander--"
"You know I love you, babe," AJ crooned, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Howie's collarbone. Hearing the pleased sigh, he glanced up to see the tension easing from the man's face. Eyes slowly closing. Smirking with satisfaction, he moved his tongue lower, tasting the sweet essence of the man's skin. When he toyed with one peaked nipple, he felt the body begin to tense once more. Certain it was from excitement, he reached to remove his jeans, cursing vividly when he was pushed to the side.
"Cover that thing up," Howie insisted.
"You told me that you wanted to fucking-Oh!" AJ breathed in realization. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned upon seeing the familiar glowing eyes. "Don't you like having an audience?"
"If I liked having an audience, we'd still be at Nick's... Please?"
AJ sighed, leaning across the bed to retrieve the small statue. Running his fingers lovingly over the painted porcelain, he offered Howie a small pout. "It's not like it can really see, you know... If it could, I'd have a secret camera in it so I can catch all your beautiful fucking faces--"
"Alexander--"
"Of course, I'd need some mics to go with it so I could catch all those good sounds you make too--"
"Alexander James--"
"Too bad they haven't invented some sort of virtual reality recorder so you can get the bumps and shakes," AJ lamented, yelping when the statue was yanked from his hands. He watched in horror as it was tossed towards the floor, clattering noisily before it rolled beneath the dresser. "Goddamn, Howie--"
Howie's hand slipped beneath the loosened waistband of AJ's jeans, wasting no time in closing around the hardened length of his cock. Leaning up, he caught AJ's lips in a sultry kiss, pulling his lover down over him. "Forget the fucking owl and fuck me, okay?"
"Can we look into finding one of those recorders?" AJ requested with a blissful sigh as his jeans were pushed away.
"Sure," Howie agreed, biting down gently on AJ's tongue before rolling him to his back.
AJ laid his head back, hoping his panting wasn't too obvious when warm lips trailed over his abdomen. Hand flopping across the pillows, he arched against the the open mouth, grasping what he was searching for as his cock was enveloped in wet heat. Growling against a whimper, he hurriedly pushed the button on the remote before pushing it aside, taking only a second to make sure the eyes were glowing red before losing himself in Howie's touch.