Ficlet (Brainy/Simon): Lectures and Liaisons II: Felt
Author: heavenlyxbodies (formerly cobalt_mystic)
Title: Lectures and Liaisons II: Felt
Pairing: Simon/Professor Milton Fine (aka Brainiac)
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretties. One belongs to ppl with fancy lawyers and more money than Midas- namely Millar Gough Ink, Warner Bros. Television, DC Comics, Tollin/Robbins Productions, and the like. The other belongs to Benson Entertainment, Inc, who probably has fancy lawyers even if they don’t have more money than Midas, lol.
Warnings/Squicks: the pairing, smut, pool table abuse
Summary: SMUT, pure unvarnished smut
AN: This goes into the list of ’Things Mys Never Thought She’d Do’, but my Xandra asked and well, yeah, Mys caved.
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The room was dark, a single hanging lamp swung lazily over the newly acquired pool table in the corner of the room. The balls were expertly racked, his cue carefully chosen and chalked. He felt the smooth slid of the heavy, polished wood through his hands, and the control and power in that simple stick of wood. His fingers splayed over the lush green felt as he lined up his shot. His back in perfect parallel with the table. His stance sure and confident, exactly as he was in every other area of his existence.
“My God,” Simon sucked in a breath at the graceful form idly playing pool. He couldn’t wait to be spread out beneath the other man, being played with the skill of a master. “Milton,” he half whimpered his lover’s name.
The professor looked up, cocking his eyebrow invitingly at the young blonde, and pocketing his shot without breaking their eye contact. “Seems I’m solids,” he drawled, straightening and repositioning for his next shot. Peering up at his companion through full lashes, Milton’s gun-metal eyes roamed hungrily over Simon’s body, only stopping their exploration when they met the summer cornflower blue of the blonde. “Grab some wood; the heavier rods are at the end,” he offered suggestively.
The blonde dutifully examined the heavy shafts, hoping he was choosing one that was the right weight, width, and length for him.
Milton continued to watch the blonde from beneath his lashes as he made smooth work of the next few shots- the soft tap of one ball colliding with another echoing loudly in the empty room. The professor relished the play and flow of the younger man’s muscles over his back and shoulders as each shudder and flinch triggered by the resounding clap of the balls ratcheted both men’s arousal.
Tremors ran through Simon’s body as the sound of each potted shot reminded him how much he needed and wanted to be pounded by this man. His palm ran over the length of wood, an unconscious show of his desire.
Coming up behind the blonde, Milton pressed against him, covering the pale hand with his own as it stroked the cue. His lips gently brushed the shell of Simon’s ear and his warm breath tickled the man’s flesh delightfully, “Relax. We’ve got time.” Milton nipped his lover’s ear, “This isn’t the type of game we need to rush.” Nuzzling Simon’s neck, he drug his hand up the blonde’s arm then trailed his fingers lightly down the tightly rippled chest of the other man until he was cupping his swelling groin.
Simon’s head fell back in a wanton gasp, “You’ll teach me?”
Chuckling low in his throat, Milton smiled as he kissed the length of neck exposed to him. “Don’t I always.”
Relaxing further into the weight of his lover, “Yes,” Simon sighed happily.
“First,” the professor’s voice was soft and husky as he kneaded Simon’s erection through his jeans, “to choose your stick.” Fingers scraped along the blonde’s zipper, “The length,” stopping to work the button, then lower the metal closure, “and the weight are the best places to start- they have the most effect on your game.” Milton squeezed the pale length possessively, “Note how firm and straight the shaft is…”
Simon’s breath shuddered as the slightly older man worked his flesh with expert strokes.
“…how it glides across the flesh, silky and smooth, almost as if they were one.”
“Milton- please!”
With a lecherous smile Milton gave a sharp tug on his partner’s cock. “On to the playing surface then,” he replied casually.
Whimpering at the sudden loss of contact, Simon allowed himself to be turned and pinned facing the forest green wool of the table. Releasing an erotic moan as his cock was pressed almost painfully against the hard wood. The sensation consumed him so completely that he barely noticed when his lover tore his shirt open- not reacting until warm fingers pinched his exposed nipples. Simon screamed, panting with pleasure, his hands gripping the cushion.
“Don’t forget to check the surface for irregularities. This also shows how well maintained the table is.” Milton ran his hands over Simon’s chest, making certain he touched every piece of the silken skin.
His hands travelled to the blonde’s ass, squeezing and spreading the soft, pale cheeks.
Milton sank to his knees, eager to watch his lover’s quivering entrance as he ‘explained’ and demonstrated the next instructions. “It’s always a good idea,” he breathed over Simon’s hole, “to visualize your shot. And to take a few practice strokes.”
The last of Milton’s words were all but drowned out by Simon’s gasp, as Milton slid two saliva slicked fingers inside him.
After a few moments of fingering his lover and playing with that delightful spot that made Simon writhe and howl, he pulled away, removing his clothing and what remained of Simon’s.
Before the blonde could regain any control of his speech or body, Milton had him turned around with his ass on the table. Claiming Simon’s mouth in a possessive and demanding kiss, he pushed Simon down to lie against the kelly green material.
Simon felt himself positioned so his legs draped the professor’s shoulders, allowing Milton’s straining erection to align easily with his wanting hole.
“When you’re ready, let the shaft slide over the flesh,” Milton slowly pressed into his lover, “guiding your stroke home,” groaning against the tight embrace.
The burn of being filled to bursting sent chills through Simon’s body. Wrapping his legs around his lover, he rocked into him knowing Milton would understand what he craved.
Instantly, Milton quickened and deepened his thrusts and he curled his arms under the younger man’s shoulders giving him even greater leverage.
The table shook with the force of Milton’s pounding causing the remainder of the faux-ivory balls to roll aimlessly over the baize. The balls’ cool, feather touches were a strange addition to the medley of Simon’s already unwinding senses.
Surrounded by chaos and desire, Simon clung to the only thing he trusted- the man inside him. He clutched and clawed the other man’s back as he rode the waves of pleasure towards his much needed release.
All too soon, both men were gasping and screaming their climax.
Unlike earlier, Milton continued to caress his lover, petting him and whispering replies to the words he knew Simon was unaware he spoke. Replies like, “I’m here.” “I always will be.” “Never alone.” And something that sounded suspiciously like “Love.” He knew Simon wouldn’t remember them, but that didn’t make them any less true.
Title: Lectures and Liaisons II: Felt
Pairing: Simon/Professor Milton Fine (aka Brainiac)
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretties. One belongs to ppl with fancy lawyers and more money than Midas- namely Millar Gough Ink, Warner Bros. Television, DC Comics, Tollin/Robbins Productions, and the like. The other belongs to Benson Entertainment, Inc, who probably has fancy lawyers even if they don’t have more money than Midas, lol.
Warnings/Squicks: the pairing, smut, pool table abuse
Summary: SMUT, pure unvarnished smut
AN: This goes into the list of ’Things Mys Never Thought She’d Do’, but my Xandra asked and well, yeah, Mys caved.
*********
The room was dark, a single hanging lamp swung lazily over the newly acquired pool table in the corner of the room. The balls were expertly racked, his cue carefully chosen and chalked. He felt the smooth slid of the heavy, polished wood through his hands, and the control and power in that simple stick of wood. His fingers splayed over the lush green felt as he lined up his shot. His back in perfect parallel with the table. His stance sure and confident, exactly as he was in every other area of his existence.
“My God,” Simon sucked in a breath at the graceful form idly playing pool. He couldn’t wait to be spread out beneath the other man, being played with the skill of a master. “Milton,” he half whimpered his lover’s name.
The professor looked up, cocking his eyebrow invitingly at the young blonde, and pocketing his shot without breaking their eye contact. “Seems I’m solids,” he drawled, straightening and repositioning for his next shot. Peering up at his companion through full lashes, Milton’s gun-metal eyes roamed hungrily over Simon’s body, only stopping their exploration when they met the summer cornflower blue of the blonde. “Grab some wood; the heavier rods are at the end,” he offered suggestively.
The blonde dutifully examined the heavy shafts, hoping he was choosing one that was the right weight, width, and length for him.
Milton continued to watch the blonde from beneath his lashes as he made smooth work of the next few shots- the soft tap of one ball colliding with another echoing loudly in the empty room. The professor relished the play and flow of the younger man’s muscles over his back and shoulders as each shudder and flinch triggered by the resounding clap of the balls ratcheted both men’s arousal.
Tremors ran through Simon’s body as the sound of each potted shot reminded him how much he needed and wanted to be pounded by this man. His palm ran over the length of wood, an unconscious show of his desire.
Coming up behind the blonde, Milton pressed against him, covering the pale hand with his own as it stroked the cue. His lips gently brushed the shell of Simon’s ear and his warm breath tickled the man’s flesh delightfully, “Relax. We’ve got time.” Milton nipped his lover’s ear, “This isn’t the type of game we need to rush.” Nuzzling Simon’s neck, he drug his hand up the blonde’s arm then trailed his fingers lightly down the tightly rippled chest of the other man until he was cupping his swelling groin.
Simon’s head fell back in a wanton gasp, “You’ll teach me?”
Chuckling low in his throat, Milton smiled as he kissed the length of neck exposed to him. “Don’t I always.”
Relaxing further into the weight of his lover, “Yes,” Simon sighed happily.
“First,” the professor’s voice was soft and husky as he kneaded Simon’s erection through his jeans, “to choose your stick.” Fingers scraped along the blonde’s zipper, “The length,” stopping to work the button, then lower the metal closure, “and the weight are the best places to start- they have the most effect on your game.” Milton squeezed the pale length possessively, “Note how firm and straight the shaft is…”
Simon’s breath shuddered as the slightly older man worked his flesh with expert strokes.
“…how it glides across the flesh, silky and smooth, almost as if they were one.”
“Milton- please!”
With a lecherous smile Milton gave a sharp tug on his partner’s cock. “On to the playing surface then,” he replied casually.
Whimpering at the sudden loss of contact, Simon allowed himself to be turned and pinned facing the forest green wool of the table. Releasing an erotic moan as his cock was pressed almost painfully against the hard wood. The sensation consumed him so completely that he barely noticed when his lover tore his shirt open- not reacting until warm fingers pinched his exposed nipples. Simon screamed, panting with pleasure, his hands gripping the cushion.
“Don’t forget to check the surface for irregularities. This also shows how well maintained the table is.” Milton ran his hands over Simon’s chest, making certain he touched every piece of the silken skin.
His hands travelled to the blonde’s ass, squeezing and spreading the soft, pale cheeks.
Milton sank to his knees, eager to watch his lover’s quivering entrance as he ‘explained’ and demonstrated the next instructions. “It’s always a good idea,” he breathed over Simon’s hole, “to visualize your shot. And to take a few practice strokes.”
The last of Milton’s words were all but drowned out by Simon’s gasp, as Milton slid two saliva slicked fingers inside him.
After a few moments of fingering his lover and playing with that delightful spot that made Simon writhe and howl, he pulled away, removing his clothing and what remained of Simon’s.
Before the blonde could regain any control of his speech or body, Milton had him turned around with his ass on the table. Claiming Simon’s mouth in a possessive and demanding kiss, he pushed Simon down to lie against the kelly green material.
Simon felt himself positioned so his legs draped the professor’s shoulders, allowing Milton’s straining erection to align easily with his wanting hole.
“When you’re ready, let the shaft slide over the flesh,” Milton slowly pressed into his lover, “guiding your stroke home,” groaning against the tight embrace.
The burn of being filled to bursting sent chills through Simon’s body. Wrapping his legs around his lover, he rocked into him knowing Milton would understand what he craved.
Instantly, Milton quickened and deepened his thrusts and he curled his arms under the younger man’s shoulders giving him even greater leverage.
The table shook with the force of Milton’s pounding causing the remainder of the faux-ivory balls to roll aimlessly over the baize. The balls’ cool, feather touches were a strange addition to the medley of Simon’s already unwinding senses.
Surrounded by chaos and desire, Simon clung to the only thing he trusted- the man inside him. He clutched and clawed the other man’s back as he rode the waves of pleasure towards his much needed release.
All too soon, both men were gasping and screaming their climax.
Unlike earlier, Milton continued to caress his lover, petting him and whispering replies to the words he knew Simon was unaware he spoke. Replies like, “I’m here.” “I always will be.” “Never alone.” And something that sounded suspiciously like “Love.” He knew Simon wouldn’t remember them, but that didn’t make them any less true.