Just One Look
Pfff, I don't even know. I just felt like answering that kink meme prompt for Welshy/Film Brain smut. Film Brain's so cute you can pair him with almost anyone, so I quickly wrote this little ficlet about him. At least I know the OP liked it, haha.
He was completely exhausted from several full days of shooting and wanted nothing more than to wrap the covers around him and disappear from the world for a good ten hours or so. His roommate had other ideas.
“Film Brain.” The soft, lilting voice was meant to put the Brit at ease, but it only made Film Brain’s body tense as he knew what was coming.
“What, Welshy?”
“Look up for a sec, love.”
He rolled his eyes and did as requested, pushing his pillow away with a sigh, only to quickly realize he was staring at a very naked Welsh man.
“What are you doing?” Film Brain quickly pulled the pillow back over his eyes in an attempt to hide his blush.
“Now, that wasn’t enough time to see anything. Look at it again.”
“No.”
“Come on, love, just look at it.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Just a quick look.”
“Welshy, I’m too tired to do anything tonight.”
He’d hoped this would be enough to convince Welshy to drop his games for the night, but instead Film Brain felt the bed shift as someone slid into place behind him.
“You should have mentioned you were tired, love,” the soft voice whispered into his ear, causing Film Brain to shiver. “You don’t have to look, then. You can just lie there and feel tonight.”
Strong arms encircled Film Brain’s waist before hands slowly pulled down his zipper and slid off his jeans and boxers. Film Brain’s blush has returned with a vengeance, and when he felt warm fingers tracing over the jut of his hipbones, a small moan escaped his lips.
“Waking up a bit, are you?” Welshy teased as his hands came to rest on the younger man’s ass. He fondled each cheek tenderly before gently parting them and trailing his fingers down the cleft of flesh. Film Brain’s moans became gasps when he felt one finger rub small circles over his entrance.
“Welshy!”
“How about tonight, I give you the fingering?” Welshy chuckled as Film Brain’s whole body flushed before he squeaked out a ‘Yes please’. “I’ll even use my middle finger for you, love.”
“Oh… do whatever you want...”
More chuckling before the sound of a small bottle being opened briefly captured Film Brain’s attention. Then the room filled with squeals as Welshy fully inserted his finger into Film Brain and slowly started to twist it.
“Shit! Th-that’s cold!”
“Only for a moment, love. Don’t worry, things will heat up soon enough.”
A second finger soon joined the first and they worked Film Brain's insides very thoroughly. They explored with confidence, stretching and rubbing and thrusting ever deeper, until finally grazing the spot that caused Film Brain to howl.
“Patience, darling. I won’t take long.” Welshy reassured before pressing his lips to the line of Film Brain’s neck.
Film Brain mewled out something that seemed to be understanding before writhing fervently on the bed, trying to press down harder on Welshy’s fingers, his body jolting with desire with each stroke of his prostate. Pleasure coiled at the base of his spine and the muscles in his stomach soon tightened as his insides were stretched by wonderfully flexing fingers over and over again.
“O-oh… oh Welshy, I-I’m-”
“It’s all right, love. It’s what I’m here for.” He pressed into Film Brain even harder, gently nipping at his tender neck, and felt the younger man shudder against him as he came.
With a smile, Welshy slowly freed his fingers and wiped them with a tissue. “Here’s one for you, mate. Don’t want you to be a mess when you wake up tomorrow.”
Welshy’s eyes widened slightly when the offered tissue box was tossed aside, then fully as Film Brain turned and pinned him to the bed, grinning cheekily at him. Welshy was quick to return the gesture.
“I thought you were tired.”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly sleep now. Not when I have yet to make good on my own threat... or should I say, promise.” Welshy groaned with pleasure as he felt nimble fingers beginning a slow journey across his body.
“I a-always knew… oh God… that you were a man of your word.”
He was completely exhausted from several full days of shooting and wanted nothing more than to wrap the covers around him and disappear from the world for a good ten hours or so. His roommate had other ideas.
“Film Brain.” The soft, lilting voice was meant to put the Brit at ease, but it only made Film Brain’s body tense as he knew what was coming.
“What, Welshy?”
“Look up for a sec, love.”
He rolled his eyes and did as requested, pushing his pillow away with a sigh, only to quickly realize he was staring at a very naked Welsh man.
“What are you doing?” Film Brain quickly pulled the pillow back over his eyes in an attempt to hide his blush.
“Now, that wasn’t enough time to see anything. Look at it again.”
“No.”
“Come on, love, just look at it.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Just a quick look.”
“Welshy, I’m too tired to do anything tonight.”
He’d hoped this would be enough to convince Welshy to drop his games for the night, but instead Film Brain felt the bed shift as someone slid into place behind him.
“You should have mentioned you were tired, love,” the soft voice whispered into his ear, causing Film Brain to shiver. “You don’t have to look, then. You can just lie there and feel tonight.”
Strong arms encircled Film Brain’s waist before hands slowly pulled down his zipper and slid off his jeans and boxers. Film Brain’s blush has returned with a vengeance, and when he felt warm fingers tracing over the jut of his hipbones, a small moan escaped his lips.
“Waking up a bit, are you?” Welshy teased as his hands came to rest on the younger man’s ass. He fondled each cheek tenderly before gently parting them and trailing his fingers down the cleft of flesh. Film Brain’s moans became gasps when he felt one finger rub small circles over his entrance.
“Welshy!”
“How about tonight, I give you the fingering?” Welshy chuckled as Film Brain’s whole body flushed before he squeaked out a ‘Yes please’. “I’ll even use my middle finger for you, love.”
“Oh… do whatever you want...”
More chuckling before the sound of a small bottle being opened briefly captured Film Brain’s attention. Then the room filled with squeals as Welshy fully inserted his finger into Film Brain and slowly started to twist it.
“Shit! Th-that’s cold!”
“Only for a moment, love. Don’t worry, things will heat up soon enough.”
A second finger soon joined the first and they worked Film Brain's insides very thoroughly. They explored with confidence, stretching and rubbing and thrusting ever deeper, until finally grazing the spot that caused Film Brain to howl.
“Patience, darling. I won’t take long.” Welshy reassured before pressing his lips to the line of Film Brain’s neck.
Film Brain mewled out something that seemed to be understanding before writhing fervently on the bed, trying to press down harder on Welshy’s fingers, his body jolting with desire with each stroke of his prostate. Pleasure coiled at the base of his spine and the muscles in his stomach soon tightened as his insides were stretched by wonderfully flexing fingers over and over again.
“O-oh… oh Welshy, I-I’m-”
“It’s all right, love. It’s what I’m here for.” He pressed into Film Brain even harder, gently nipping at his tender neck, and felt the younger man shudder against him as he came.
With a smile, Welshy slowly freed his fingers and wiped them with a tissue. “Here’s one for you, mate. Don’t want you to be a mess when you wake up tomorrow.”
Welshy’s eyes widened slightly when the offered tissue box was tossed aside, then fully as Film Brain turned and pinned him to the bed, grinning cheekily at him. Welshy was quick to return the gesture.
“I thought you were tired.”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly sleep now. Not when I have yet to make good on my own threat... or should I say, promise.” Welshy groaned with pleasure as he felt nimble fingers beginning a slow journey across his body.
“I a-always knew… oh God… that you were a man of your word.”