FICS - Multiple Stories (2 Drabbles, 1 Ficlet) - RPS
Fandom: RPS
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: John Barrowman/Scott Gill
Warnings: M/M, RPS, Non-celebrity partner involvement
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
Beta: Thanks bunches to shayasar for reading through (not that it really needs it, it is only 100 words! LOL.)
A/N: Happy Birthday #1 to cait_85 !
(John’s POV)
It’s the simple things in life that you cherish the most. Like sitting at the table eating breakfast together while reading the paper, or watching a movie wrapped up in each other’s arms on the couch.
You don’t need any words during those times. Everything is said through the feel of skin or the connection of eyes.
They are the moments that make me realize how much I truly love Scott and how I know that my life would be incomplete without him in it. He’s the other half of my soul, the person that makes life worth living for.
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: John Barrowman/Gareth David-Lloyd
Warnings: M/M, RPS
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
Beta: Thanks bunches to shayasar for the quick read.
A/N: Happy Birthday #2 to cait_85 !
(John’s POV)
Green, blue, red, and yellow. All of those shades cast over us, twinkling on bodies that lay naked on a fleece blanket next to them.
What our Christmas tree highlighted most though was his gorgeous, firm ass, propped up and being devoured by my eager mouth.
“Fuck, John! Fuck!” he screamed as my tongue dipped deeper into him. Hands clenched at the soft material beneath us, pleasure making its course.
I smiled as I continued my assault. Rimming had become a preferred foreplay tactic of mine and ‘tis the season for a few of my favorite things after all.
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: John Barrowman/Daniel Boys (mentions of John/Scott, John/Gareth)
Warnings: M/M, RPS, Smut (pure smut with maybe a smidgen of plot)
Length: Ficlet, about 900 words or so
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
Summary: This is a totally made up fic that takes place the night of the Faenol Festival. It takes huge liberties in assuming that Daniel and John stayed at a hotel afterwards.
Beta: Thanks to the every lovely shayasar for correcting my tense swapping awfulness.
A/N: Happy Birthday #3 to cait_85 ! Probably out of character for both of the guys…I know…chalk it up to creative license (and as a way for me to kill my Daniel/John bunnies so I can concentrate on other things!) Please forgive me if it is awful and remember it was finals week for me…my brain was focused on medical stuff. I promise I will give them a better story in the future, they deserve it.
(Daniel’s POV)
First, he gets me all hot and bothered on stage, shaking his ass…touching mine, more than once, supposedly just as a mock gesture. Not to mention how much singing that duet with him always makes my temperature skyrocket (as well as other things but I am not going to think about those things right now.)
Hot and bothered? Christ, Daniel, you sound like a damn teenager. Get a freaking grip.
I would, but given the fact that John Barrowman is sitting in a hot tub right in front of me, totally relaxed, kind of makes me…makes it…just a tad hard.
Hell, I am full of the puns tonight.
I was thinking a quick swim in the warm hotel pool might help out my problems, being cold from the concert and being revved up from my time with John, but doesn’t look like that is going to happen.
Unless…I mean, he is constantly flirting with me- has been since we first met.
Maybe the rumors are true? Perhaps he does have a sort of an open relationship with his partner? I’ve heard so many stories about him and Gareth David-Lloyd.
Could I get so lucky? (Told you I was full of the awful innuendo tonight.)
Just get in the hot tub, Daniel. I am sure John won’t mind in the least if you join him, he was out there in that cold weather as well. Then, see where it leads. What’s to lose? It’s not like you’ll make the first move on someone who has a partner. Not really your style.
John’s eyes are closed and he doesn’t see me as I walk over and slip into the water across from him.
“Hey, John” His eyes shoot open and I swear he nearly jumped out of his swim shorts at the sound of my voice. Now, that might not be a bad thing.
The sooner I get him out of his clothes, the better. Wow, you would think I haven’t been laid in ages. Then again….it has been a while.
“Daniel,” he says, my name pure honey coming off of his lips. “I didn’t think you were going to show up.”
“Show up?”
“You said you had big plans for after the concert. I was just assuming you meant me.”
My mouth falls open at John’s statement and all I can do is stare back at him until his grin grows cheekier and he breaks out in hearty laughter.
“You should see your face, Boys. It is priceless. I could almost kiss you.”
“Damnit, Barrowman. Stop being such a tease,” I say, trying to inflect some humor into my voice, finally realizing that John is just putting on a show for me. Typical.
“Who says I’m teasing?”
“John, I’m tired. I really don’t…”
“Don’t what? Don’t want me? Bullshit.”
Flummoxed. Flabbergasted. Floored. (Can I use any more words that start with ‘f’?)
I’m dreaming. That has to be the explanation for all of this. I never left my hotel room. Yep, that’s it. I must have fallen onto the bed and passed out.
“You’re really cute when you are confused. Well, you’re cute all of the time, but this just brings it out even more.”
Did John just call me cute?
“Look, Daniel. I know you want me. I’ve known it for a while. But that’s okay because I’ll take what you have to offer.”
“Would you like me to show you what I want?” Whoa? Where did that come from?
He nods at me so I throw caution to the wind and slide over beside him, wasting no time in lowering my hand to cup his dick.
Mmm…already getting nice and hard. This is going to be fun. An open invitation.
Awesome. Astounding. Amazing. (Oh hell, I am picking up that using thing in threes from John. Must stop now.)
Giving John a couple of soft squeezes, I let my lips trail along his shoulder and up his neck. His eyes have closed and his breathing has picked up.
“Daniel, I really want you,” he moans, when my hand dips inside his swim shorts and slowly starts to stroke him. Fuck, he’s got a nice dick.
“What do you want, John?”
“Your mouth.” That can be arranged.
Using the water as natural leverage, I put my hand behind his back and let him float up towards me. His arms rest on the side of the hot tub and his head is already leaning back in anticipation of what is to come.
A quick glance to make sure no one is around, not that I really give a damn at this moment, and I’m slipping his trunks down over his hips.
Sliding my hand up and down his shaft gets him just how I wanted. Nice and hard. My tongue replaces my hand and makes numerous passes over and around, finishing at his head- that being the next area of my exploration.
God he tastes fucking delicious. Not quite what I expected, but downright tasty just the same. I’ll be looking forward to when he spurts a glob of those juices down my throat.
Which is where his cock is currently dwelling. Taking people deep is one of my specialties and John seems to thoroughly enjoy it. He hasn’t stopped moaning since I started.
One of his hands laces itself into my brown hair and I let him guide me as I suck him off.
“Gah! Daniel, that’s so damn good,” he grunts, squirming beneath me.
His cock starts to swell and I know he is close. One more powerful suck and he will be…
“Fuck!” Liquid comes shooting forth, filling my mouth.
Pulling him towards me, once I let his dick slip from my mouth, I join our lips and share him with himself. He eagerly attacks my mouth, tongue swirling around, savoring the flavor of me and him.
“John, I want to fuck you,” I say, drawing back from him, breathless from his exploration.
“Be my guest. Sauna?”
Pulling him out of the hot tub, we make our way over to the sauna, stepping inside where both of us quickly shed our shorts after locking the door.
Yeah, a little late for thinking of safety first. Better late than never…
My thoughts drift off as I really look at the naked body in front of me.
Jesus, is John ever fucking hot. Smoking. Instant meltdown of my senses gorgeous.
Our bodies come together in the middle of the room, my hardened cock being pressed tightly to him as tongues clash for control over one another’s mouths. Even with the slight height difference, we still fit together rather well.
I can’t wait any longer.
Turning John around, I push gently on his back, giving him the hint to lean over, which he readily does, placing his hands on the bench, giving me clear access.
Fuck. In all of my hurry to have my way with him, I forgot a couple important elements.
“Black duffle by the deck chairs,” he says, turning his head to grin at me. “Call me optimistic.”
Not wanting to waste any more time, I essentially sprint out the door and am (not sure here) back in a jiffy, condom and lube in hand. Both of which are speedily applied.
My body is already pulsing from simply just staring at his waiting ass. No more watching though.
“Daniel,” he gasps, as I slide into him.
Once fully sheathed within, I smooth my hands over his back, waiting for the sign that he is ready for more. I’m not afraid to admit, I take a little getting used to.
Fuck, just being clamped upon by his muscles is doing a hell of a lot for me. Moving is going to kick some major ass.
Bucking his hips back towards mine is all the encouragement I needed. I start off slow, wanting to savor as much of this as I can, not knowing if this is our only chance or not.
He doesn’t seem to like my pace though, “Harder Daniel. Faster.”
Not a problem for me. I can do exactly as he wants.
Quick thrusts and an extremely heightened tempo. To both his ass and his dick.
Going to fucking explode.
Ready to burst.
“Fuck, John, fuck!” I shout, jamming my dick, deep into his ass and losing my load, before collapsing onto his back.
His hand joins mine and together, we stroke him until he is screaming and joining me in the orgasm department.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: John Barrowman/Scott Gill
Warnings: M/M, RPS, Non-celebrity partner involvement
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
Beta: Thanks bunches to shayasar for reading through (not that it really needs it, it is only 100 words! LOL.)
A/N: Happy Birthday #1 to cait_85 !
(John’s POV)
It’s the simple things in life that you cherish the most. Like sitting at the table eating breakfast together while reading the paper, or watching a movie wrapped up in each other’s arms on the couch.
You don’t need any words during those times. Everything is said through the feel of skin or the connection of eyes.
They are the moments that make me realize how much I truly love Scott and how I know that my life would be incomplete without him in it. He’s the other half of my soul, the person that makes life worth living for.
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: John Barrowman/Gareth David-Lloyd
Warnings: M/M, RPS
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
Beta: Thanks bunches to shayasar for the quick read.
A/N: Happy Birthday #2 to cait_85 !
(John’s POV)
Green, blue, red, and yellow. All of those shades cast over us, twinkling on bodies that lay naked on a fleece blanket next to them.
What our Christmas tree highlighted most though was his gorgeous, firm ass, propped up and being devoured by my eager mouth.
“Fuck, John! Fuck!” he screamed as my tongue dipped deeper into him. Hands clenched at the soft material beneath us, pleasure making its course.
I smiled as I continued my assault. Rimming had become a preferred foreplay tactic of mine and ‘tis the season for a few of my favorite things after all.
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: John Barrowman/Daniel Boys (mentions of John/Scott, John/Gareth)
Warnings: M/M, RPS, Smut (pure smut with maybe a smidgen of plot)
Length: Ficlet, about 900 words or so
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and lest we forget Fiction = False, Fake, Not Real (and any of those other handy dandy synonyms found in Webster’s big book.) No offense is meant to any of the parties represented.
Summary: This is a totally made up fic that takes place the night of the Faenol Festival. It takes huge liberties in assuming that Daniel and John stayed at a hotel afterwards.
Beta: Thanks to the every lovely shayasar for correcting my tense swapping awfulness.
A/N: Happy Birthday #3 to cait_85 ! Probably out of character for both of the guys…I know…chalk it up to creative license (and as a way for me to kill my Daniel/John bunnies so I can concentrate on other things!) Please forgive me if it is awful and remember it was finals week for me…my brain was focused on medical stuff. I promise I will give them a better story in the future, they deserve it.
(Daniel’s POV)
First, he gets me all hot and bothered on stage, shaking his ass…touching mine, more than once, supposedly just as a mock gesture. Not to mention how much singing that duet with him always makes my temperature skyrocket (as well as other things but I am not going to think about those things right now.)
Hot and bothered? Christ, Daniel, you sound like a damn teenager. Get a freaking grip.
I would, but given the fact that John Barrowman is sitting in a hot tub right in front of me, totally relaxed, kind of makes me…makes it…just a tad hard.
Hell, I am full of the puns tonight.
I was thinking a quick swim in the warm hotel pool might help out my problems, being cold from the concert and being revved up from my time with John, but doesn’t look like that is going to happen.
Unless…I mean, he is constantly flirting with me- has been since we first met.
Maybe the rumors are true? Perhaps he does have a sort of an open relationship with his partner? I’ve heard so many stories about him and Gareth David-Lloyd.
Could I get so lucky? (Told you I was full of the awful innuendo tonight.)
Just get in the hot tub, Daniel. I am sure John won’t mind in the least if you join him, he was out there in that cold weather as well. Then, see where it leads. What’s to lose? It’s not like you’ll make the first move on someone who has a partner. Not really your style.
John’s eyes are closed and he doesn’t see me as I walk over and slip into the water across from him.
“Hey, John” His eyes shoot open and I swear he nearly jumped out of his swim shorts at the sound of my voice. Now, that might not be a bad thing.
The sooner I get him out of his clothes, the better. Wow, you would think I haven’t been laid in ages. Then again….it has been a while.
“Daniel,” he says, my name pure honey coming off of his lips. “I didn’t think you were going to show up.”
“Show up?”
“You said you had big plans for after the concert. I was just assuming you meant me.”
My mouth falls open at John’s statement and all I can do is stare back at him until his grin grows cheekier and he breaks out in hearty laughter.
“You should see your face, Boys. It is priceless. I could almost kiss you.”
“Damnit, Barrowman. Stop being such a tease,” I say, trying to inflect some humor into my voice, finally realizing that John is just putting on a show for me. Typical.
“Who says I’m teasing?”
“John, I’m tired. I really don’t…”
“Don’t what? Don’t want me? Bullshit.”
Flummoxed. Flabbergasted. Floored. (Can I use any more words that start with ‘f’?)
I’m dreaming. That has to be the explanation for all of this. I never left my hotel room. Yep, that’s it. I must have fallen onto the bed and passed out.
“You’re really cute when you are confused. Well, you’re cute all of the time, but this just brings it out even more.”
Did John just call me cute?
“Look, Daniel. I know you want me. I’ve known it for a while. But that’s okay because I’ll take what you have to offer.”
“Would you like me to show you what I want?” Whoa? Where did that come from?
He nods at me so I throw caution to the wind and slide over beside him, wasting no time in lowering my hand to cup his dick.
Mmm…already getting nice and hard. This is going to be fun. An open invitation.
Awesome. Astounding. Amazing. (Oh hell, I am picking up that using thing in threes from John. Must stop now.)
Giving John a couple of soft squeezes, I let my lips trail along his shoulder and up his neck. His eyes have closed and his breathing has picked up.
“Daniel, I really want you,” he moans, when my hand dips inside his swim shorts and slowly starts to stroke him. Fuck, he’s got a nice dick.
“What do you want, John?”
“Your mouth.” That can be arranged.
Using the water as natural leverage, I put my hand behind his back and let him float up towards me. His arms rest on the side of the hot tub and his head is already leaning back in anticipation of what is to come.
A quick glance to make sure no one is around, not that I really give a damn at this moment, and I’m slipping his trunks down over his hips.
Sliding my hand up and down his shaft gets him just how I wanted. Nice and hard. My tongue replaces my hand and makes numerous passes over and around, finishing at his head- that being the next area of my exploration.
God he tastes fucking delicious. Not quite what I expected, but downright tasty just the same. I’ll be looking forward to when he spurts a glob of those juices down my throat.
Which is where his cock is currently dwelling. Taking people deep is one of my specialties and John seems to thoroughly enjoy it. He hasn’t stopped moaning since I started.
One of his hands laces itself into my brown hair and I let him guide me as I suck him off.
“Gah! Daniel, that’s so damn good,” he grunts, squirming beneath me.
His cock starts to swell and I know he is close. One more powerful suck and he will be…
“Fuck!” Liquid comes shooting forth, filling my mouth.
Pulling him towards me, once I let his dick slip from my mouth, I join our lips and share him with himself. He eagerly attacks my mouth, tongue swirling around, savoring the flavor of me and him.
“John, I want to fuck you,” I say, drawing back from him, breathless from his exploration.
“Be my guest. Sauna?”
Pulling him out of the hot tub, we make our way over to the sauna, stepping inside where both of us quickly shed our shorts after locking the door.
Yeah, a little late for thinking of safety first. Better late than never…
My thoughts drift off as I really look at the naked body in front of me.
Jesus, is John ever fucking hot. Smoking. Instant meltdown of my senses gorgeous.
Our bodies come together in the middle of the room, my hardened cock being pressed tightly to him as tongues clash for control over one another’s mouths. Even with the slight height difference, we still fit together rather well.
I can’t wait any longer.
Turning John around, I push gently on his back, giving him the hint to lean over, which he readily does, placing his hands on the bench, giving me clear access.
Fuck. In all of my hurry to have my way with him, I forgot a couple important elements.
“Black duffle by the deck chairs,” he says, turning his head to grin at me. “Call me optimistic.”
Not wanting to waste any more time, I essentially sprint out the door and am (not sure here) back in a jiffy, condom and lube in hand. Both of which are speedily applied.
My body is already pulsing from simply just staring at his waiting ass. No more watching though.
“Daniel,” he gasps, as I slide into him.
Once fully sheathed within, I smooth my hands over his back, waiting for the sign that he is ready for more. I’m not afraid to admit, I take a little getting used to.
Fuck, just being clamped upon by his muscles is doing a hell of a lot for me. Moving is going to kick some major ass.
Bucking his hips back towards mine is all the encouragement I needed. I start off slow, wanting to savor as much of this as I can, not knowing if this is our only chance or not.
He doesn’t seem to like my pace though, “Harder Daniel. Faster.”
Not a problem for me. I can do exactly as he wants.
Quick thrusts and an extremely heightened tempo. To both his ass and his dick.
Going to fucking explode.
Ready to burst.
“Fuck, John, fuck!” I shout, jamming my dick, deep into his ass and losing my load, before collapsing onto his back.
His hand joins mine and together, we stroke him until he is screaming and joining me in the orgasm department.