N is for Need
Title: N is for Need
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis - AU
Series: Part of the Telpa ‘verse
Characters/Pairing: Parrish/Lorne
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 695
Prompt: Kink Bingo Fill: “Shaving/Depilation”
Notes: This is a remix of a mini-fic I did for Kink Bingo Amnesty for the same fill, it’s in here.
“I want you to shave me, you’ll find the things you need in the bathing room.” Wrin Par’rish pointed and Lorne went to gather the things he would need to properly shave David.
After setting down the bowl of warm water he had brought from the washroom, the telpa arranged a towel over the back of David’s favorite chair. David sat down and sprawled out with his legs akimbo and yawned. He’d had a very long and aggravating day dealing with some difficulties down at the Magistrate’s offices.
Lorne dipped the shaving brush into the warm water and then twirled it around in the cup that held the shaving soap to build up a lather. David watched him, everything Lorne did was very deliberate, sure, certain. He didn’t make extraneous movements, it seemed that with everything the telpa did, he did with careful forethought and measured and planned. He touched the brush to David’s face, circling it in an almost sensual fashion as he applied the warmed lather. When his whole face was covered, Lorne spread the lather with his fingertips. That was what David had been waiting for, the touch of Lorne’s rough, calloused fingertips on his skin.
The Telpa stropped the razor, sharpening the edge before raising it to David’s face. There were not too many people David would allow to put a blade that sharp within striking distance of his throat. His body telpa was one of them. Lorne touched the edge to the top of David’s cheek, drawing it down slowly with the perfect amount of pressure applied to remove the day’s growth of whiskers. He flicked the soap suds off with a quick snap of his wrist over the bowl, and then rinsed the blade in the bowl. He repeated the actions on the other cheek. David closed his eyes as Lorne rinsed the blade again. He felt the light touch of the tip of the blade near his lip and the scrape of the razor as Lorne pressed his lip down to pull the skin taut.
The telpa urged him to turn his head with a touch of his fingers on David’s temple. He pulled him back after shaving one side of his throat and did the other. The brush came back, more soap was being brushed on for another shave. Then Lorne’s fingers were rubbing his cheeks and throat again. It felt good, David didn’t want it to stop. He loved the feel of Lorne’s hands, work hardened, not soft at all, there was a scratchy quality to the telpa’s fingertips that David enjoyed feeling very much. David had other telpa in the house that were experts at the techniques of massage. Lorne had not been trained as a masseuse since coming to Bardero Par’rish, but the telpa did know what he was doing, he must have learned the skills under Dranawrina Emmagen.
“Tilt your head back, please,” Lorne requested softly.
He heard Lorne talking but David wasn’t really listening, he was lost in thought and dozing lightly. Lorne’s fingers paused on his cheeks. “Wrin David, are you asleep?” There was a trace of humor in the telpa’s voice as he asked the question.
“Mmm? Hands feel good, keep doing that,” David urged.
“I was trying to shave you, Wrin Par’rish,” Lorne replied.
David opened his eyes, looked up and took the straight razor from Lorne’s hand. “Massage first. Shave after,” he snapped. He dropped the razor on the floor beside the chair and leaned his head back.
Lorne straddled his legs and began to methodically massage his temples and his scalp. David let out a groan, this was what he needed, why he’d ordered Lorne to shave him at this time of the day. His body telpa had strong hands and an attention to detail that the rest of his staff lacked. Lorne would get him relaxed and see to what he needed. He needed those hands on him now, after the day he had had.
When David woke to nature’s call, it was dawn and he was in bed. Lorne was stretched out beside him, snoring lightly. He had really needed that shave, apparently.
The End Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis - AU
Series: Part of the Telpa ‘verse
Characters/Pairing: Parrish/Lorne
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 695
Prompt: Kink Bingo Fill: “Shaving/Depilation”
Notes: This is a remix of a mini-fic I did for Kink Bingo Amnesty for the same fill, it’s in here.
“I want you to shave me, you’ll find the things you need in the bathing room.” Wrin Par’rish pointed and Lorne went to gather the things he would need to properly shave David.
After setting down the bowl of warm water he had brought from the washroom, the telpa arranged a towel over the back of David’s favorite chair. David sat down and sprawled out with his legs akimbo and yawned. He’d had a very long and aggravating day dealing with some difficulties down at the Magistrate’s offices.
Lorne dipped the shaving brush into the warm water and then twirled it around in the cup that held the shaving soap to build up a lather. David watched him, everything Lorne did was very deliberate, sure, certain. He didn’t make extraneous movements, it seemed that with everything the telpa did, he did with careful forethought and measured and planned. He touched the brush to David’s face, circling it in an almost sensual fashion as he applied the warmed lather. When his whole face was covered, Lorne spread the lather with his fingertips. That was what David had been waiting for, the touch of Lorne’s rough, calloused fingertips on his skin.
The Telpa stropped the razor, sharpening the edge before raising it to David’s face. There were not too many people David would allow to put a blade that sharp within striking distance of his throat. His body telpa was one of them. Lorne touched the edge to the top of David’s cheek, drawing it down slowly with the perfect amount of pressure applied to remove the day’s growth of whiskers. He flicked the soap suds off with a quick snap of his wrist over the bowl, and then rinsed the blade in the bowl. He repeated the actions on the other cheek. David closed his eyes as Lorne rinsed the blade again. He felt the light touch of the tip of the blade near his lip and the scrape of the razor as Lorne pressed his lip down to pull the skin taut.
The telpa urged him to turn his head with a touch of his fingers on David’s temple. He pulled him back after shaving one side of his throat and did the other. The brush came back, more soap was being brushed on for another shave. Then Lorne’s fingers were rubbing his cheeks and throat again. It felt good, David didn’t want it to stop. He loved the feel of Lorne’s hands, work hardened, not soft at all, there was a scratchy quality to the telpa’s fingertips that David enjoyed feeling very much. David had other telpa in the house that were experts at the techniques of massage. Lorne had not been trained as a masseuse since coming to Bardero Par’rish, but the telpa did know what he was doing, he must have learned the skills under Dranawrina Emmagen.
“Tilt your head back, please,” Lorne requested softly.
He heard Lorne talking but David wasn’t really listening, he was lost in thought and dozing lightly. Lorne’s fingers paused on his cheeks. “Wrin David, are you asleep?” There was a trace of humor in the telpa’s voice as he asked the question.
“Mmm? Hands feel good, keep doing that,” David urged.
“I was trying to shave you, Wrin Par’rish,” Lorne replied.
David opened his eyes, looked up and took the straight razor from Lorne’s hand. “Massage first. Shave after,” he snapped. He dropped the razor on the floor beside the chair and leaned his head back.
Lorne straddled his legs and began to methodically massage his temples and his scalp. David let out a groan, this was what he needed, why he’d ordered Lorne to shave him at this time of the day. His body telpa had strong hands and an attention to detail that the rest of his staff lacked. Lorne would get him relaxed and see to what he needed. He needed those hands on him now, after the day he had had.
When David woke to nature’s call, it was dawn and he was in bed. Lorne was stretched out beside him, snoring lightly. He had really needed that shave, apparently.
The End Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/