Fic: Once Bitten (M7/Without a Trace/Adventure Inc) Adult
My first attempt at PWP. So, you know, be gentle with the pr0n virgin. Heh.
Title: Once Bitten
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Without a Trace/Adventure Inc.
Prompt: 060 - Drinks
Summary: PWP. Slash. Judson/Martin.
Warning: Mature/Adult: don't read it if you aren't old enough. Slash: don't read it if you're offended.
This is relevant to my claim because... Judson and Martin really are Chris and Vin. I swear.
Follows from Serendipity
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Martin absently flipped open his phone and accepted the call as he walked with Sam to the car. They’d just finished interviewing a witness and Martin was more than happy to go back to the office. Distraught family was not his speciality.
“Special Agent Fitzgerald.”
“Hello Special Agent Fitzgerald,” the man on the other end said. Martin immediately recognised the voice of the man he’d bumped into at Metropolitan Museum of Art two weeks before. The encounter hadn’t been memorable in and of itself, but Martin still hadn’t been able to shake it.
“Mister Cross,” he greeted in return, mouth curving into a smile. There was a low chuckle that sparked desire and Martin ducked his head. He turned away from Sam a little and slowed his pace. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Nine o’ clock, drinks, Sheraton, tonight.”
Martin stopped completely and turned away from Sam entirely. The command was a little forward considering he’d only met the man briefly and that had been two weeks before. Still, he couldn’t help but feel anticipation.
“I think that can be arranged,” Martin replied as he turned to look at Sam from the corner of his eye. She was watching him intently and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to see her reaction to the fact that her ex-lover was making arrangements to go out with another guy.
“See you then.”
“Definitely,” Martin replied, unable to hold back a pleased smile. He turned back to Sam who looked at him questioningly.
“Work related?” she asked. Martin shook his head.
“Personal call.”
“Oh,” she said, expression falling a little before she nodded and carried on to the car.
Martin walked into the hotel bar. He rubbed his hands lightly on his pants as he looked around. He spotted Judson in a corner and immediately made his way over. Judson smiled at him as he sat down opposite the man.
“It’s good to see you,” Judson said. Martin jumped a little at the hand that rested on his thigh. He flushed, but refused to drop his gaze and Judson grinned.
“You too,” Martin replied, his breath hitching as Judson’s hand slid higher. Judson tried to look ingenuous, but didn’t quite manage it. Martin caught the hand before it could reach any higher. “You got a room here?” he asked suddenly and Judson’s grin was practically predatory as he nodded. They both stood together and Judson’s hand settled on his hip as the man led him from the bar. Martin could feel Judson’s body heat behind him as they walked to the elevator.
Two women stood in the elevator chatting. One looked back at the two men, smiling flirtatiously, but neither noticed as they watched the numbers indicating the floors light up. They stood silently, slightly apart as they waited for the elevator to reach Judson’s floor. When the doors opened they moved swiftly into the hallway. The elevator doors had hardly closed when Judson pushed Martin up against the wall, mouth descending to devour Martin’s. Martin groaned, yielding to the mild pressure. Finally they parted for much needed breath.
“Not the best place,” he murmured and Judson nodded. Judson grabbed him lightly by the wrist and dragged him down the hall until he reached his room. A quick pat down of Judson’s pockets revealed the key and with a little fumbling they were inside. Judson slammed the door shut and pushed Martin against it. Judson nudged his leg between Martin’s and pressed flush against him. Martin bit his lip, head dropping back against the door.
“I want to fuck you Special Agent Fitzgerald,” Judson said. Martin closed his eyes, breathing heavily. It occurred to him briefly that, despite the fact that he felt that he’d known Judson forever, he really didn’t know anything about Judson other than his name.
“What is it that you do, anyway?”
"Professional explorer,” Judson replied before moving to target Martin’s throat. He bit down hard enough that it would leave a mark. Martin was his and he didn’t want anyone mistaking that fact.
“Okay,” Martin breathed, not entirely sure which statement he was replying to. He could feel Judson’s mouth twist into a smirk against his skin. “We gonna take this somewhere more comfortable, Indiana?” he asked.
Judson chuckled in the way he had that sent whatever blood Martin had left in his brain rocketing southward. Judson slid his arm around Martin’s waist, fingers working their way under Martin’s shirt and caressing the small of his back. He spun them around and edged Martin over to the bed. Martin collapsed back in a haphazard sprawl that Judson thought made the painstakingly neat man look positively lascivious. He grinned as he climbed on the bed to straddle Martin, who arched as their groins ground together. Judson moaned and captured Martin’s mouth in a searing kiss.
“Clothes,” Judson said even as he pushed at Martin’s jacket. Martin shucked out of his jacket and flung it carelessly away. As Judson began to work on the buttons of Martin’s shirt, Martin unbuckled Judson’s belt. In moments they’d divested each other of clothing, and flushed and heated skin slid against skin.
“Fuck,” Martin gasped.
“In a minute,” Judson muttered, reaching into the bedside drawer.
Martin spread his legs as Judson settled between them. A cold finger pressed into him and he held his breath for a moment, becoming used to the sensation, before he pushed back. It was not long before Judson had added another two fingers and Martin threw his head back as he moved to meet Judson’s fingers.
“Yes. Fuck. Right there,” Martin groaned as he arched at the sensation shooting through him.
“Not yet,” Judson admonished, stroking Martin’s hip lightly with his thumb.
“Get on with it before I go looking for my gun.”
“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” Judson said, removing his fingers.
“You bring out… oh god… the best… in me,” Martin replied breathlessly as Judson eased in, slowly and interminably, until he could go no further.
“God, you’re tight,” Judson groaned, his breath hissing out of him.
Gradually he began to move until they had reached a rhythm in which they met each other perfectly. Martin’s vision sparked each time Judson hit just the right spot and he was reduced to a litany of half words and grunts. Judson’s grip on Martin’s hip became bruising as he fought for a small measure of restraint.
“More,” Martin ordered, pushing back to meet Judson’s thrust. Judson lifted his hand from Martin’s hip and reached between them, grabbing Martin firmly as he pumped in time with his thrusts. Martin cried out as he came and after a final thrust Judson came too. He collapsed on top of Martin, ignoring the stickiness between them for the meantime.
“Still think you need your gun, Special Agent?” Judson asked with an amused, satisfied grin.
“Shut up, Indiana.”
Judson laughed breathlessly as they lay there for several long moments. Finally he pressed a chaste kiss on Martin’s lips before he rolled over and climbed out of bed to go find a wet cloth.
“Next time I’ll remember to bring my fedora and whip,” he said as he returned.
“You do that,” Martin murmured as he blinked sleepily. Judson grinned at the easy acceptance that there would be a next time.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Title: Once Bitten
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Without a Trace/Adventure Inc.
Prompt: 060 - Drinks
Summary: PWP. Slash. Judson/Martin.
Warning: Mature/Adult: don't read it if you aren't old enough. Slash: don't read it if you're offended.
This is relevant to my claim because... Judson and Martin really are Chris and Vin. I swear.
Follows from Serendipity
Table
Martin absently flipped open his phone and accepted the call as he walked with Sam to the car. They’d just finished interviewing a witness and Martin was more than happy to go back to the office. Distraught family was not his speciality.
“Special Agent Fitzgerald.”
“Hello Special Agent Fitzgerald,” the man on the other end said. Martin immediately recognised the voice of the man he’d bumped into at Metropolitan Museum of Art two weeks before. The encounter hadn’t been memorable in and of itself, but Martin still hadn’t been able to shake it.
“Mister Cross,” he greeted in return, mouth curving into a smile. There was a low chuckle that sparked desire and Martin ducked his head. He turned away from Sam a little and slowed his pace. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Nine o’ clock, drinks, Sheraton, tonight.”
Martin stopped completely and turned away from Sam entirely. The command was a little forward considering he’d only met the man briefly and that had been two weeks before. Still, he couldn’t help but feel anticipation.
“I think that can be arranged,” Martin replied as he turned to look at Sam from the corner of his eye. She was watching him intently and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to see her reaction to the fact that her ex-lover was making arrangements to go out with another guy.
“See you then.”
“Definitely,” Martin replied, unable to hold back a pleased smile. He turned back to Sam who looked at him questioningly.
“Work related?” she asked. Martin shook his head.
“Personal call.”
“Oh,” she said, expression falling a little before she nodded and carried on to the car.
Martin walked into the hotel bar. He rubbed his hands lightly on his pants as he looked around. He spotted Judson in a corner and immediately made his way over. Judson smiled at him as he sat down opposite the man.
“It’s good to see you,” Judson said. Martin jumped a little at the hand that rested on his thigh. He flushed, but refused to drop his gaze and Judson grinned.
“You too,” Martin replied, his breath hitching as Judson’s hand slid higher. Judson tried to look ingenuous, but didn’t quite manage it. Martin caught the hand before it could reach any higher. “You got a room here?” he asked suddenly and Judson’s grin was practically predatory as he nodded. They both stood together and Judson’s hand settled on his hip as the man led him from the bar. Martin could feel Judson’s body heat behind him as they walked to the elevator.
Two women stood in the elevator chatting. One looked back at the two men, smiling flirtatiously, but neither noticed as they watched the numbers indicating the floors light up. They stood silently, slightly apart as they waited for the elevator to reach Judson’s floor. When the doors opened they moved swiftly into the hallway. The elevator doors had hardly closed when Judson pushed Martin up against the wall, mouth descending to devour Martin’s. Martin groaned, yielding to the mild pressure. Finally they parted for much needed breath.
“Not the best place,” he murmured and Judson nodded. Judson grabbed him lightly by the wrist and dragged him down the hall until he reached his room. A quick pat down of Judson’s pockets revealed the key and with a little fumbling they were inside. Judson slammed the door shut and pushed Martin against it. Judson nudged his leg between Martin’s and pressed flush against him. Martin bit his lip, head dropping back against the door.
“I want to fuck you Special Agent Fitzgerald,” Judson said. Martin closed his eyes, breathing heavily. It occurred to him briefly that, despite the fact that he felt that he’d known Judson forever, he really didn’t know anything about Judson other than his name.
“What is it that you do, anyway?”
"Professional explorer,” Judson replied before moving to target Martin’s throat. He bit down hard enough that it would leave a mark. Martin was his and he didn’t want anyone mistaking that fact.
“Okay,” Martin breathed, not entirely sure which statement he was replying to. He could feel Judson’s mouth twist into a smirk against his skin. “We gonna take this somewhere more comfortable, Indiana?” he asked.
Judson chuckled in the way he had that sent whatever blood Martin had left in his brain rocketing southward. Judson slid his arm around Martin’s waist, fingers working their way under Martin’s shirt and caressing the small of his back. He spun them around and edged Martin over to the bed. Martin collapsed back in a haphazard sprawl that Judson thought made the painstakingly neat man look positively lascivious. He grinned as he climbed on the bed to straddle Martin, who arched as their groins ground together. Judson moaned and captured Martin’s mouth in a searing kiss.
“Clothes,” Judson said even as he pushed at Martin’s jacket. Martin shucked out of his jacket and flung it carelessly away. As Judson began to work on the buttons of Martin’s shirt, Martin unbuckled Judson’s belt. In moments they’d divested each other of clothing, and flushed and heated skin slid against skin.
“Fuck,” Martin gasped.
“In a minute,” Judson muttered, reaching into the bedside drawer.
Martin spread his legs as Judson settled between them. A cold finger pressed into him and he held his breath for a moment, becoming used to the sensation, before he pushed back. It was not long before Judson had added another two fingers and Martin threw his head back as he moved to meet Judson’s fingers.
“Yes. Fuck. Right there,” Martin groaned as he arched at the sensation shooting through him.
“Not yet,” Judson admonished, stroking Martin’s hip lightly with his thumb.
“Get on with it before I go looking for my gun.”
“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” Judson said, removing his fingers.
“You bring out… oh god… the best… in me,” Martin replied breathlessly as Judson eased in, slowly and interminably, until he could go no further.
“God, you’re tight,” Judson groaned, his breath hissing out of him.
Gradually he began to move until they had reached a rhythm in which they met each other perfectly. Martin’s vision sparked each time Judson hit just the right spot and he was reduced to a litany of half words and grunts. Judson’s grip on Martin’s hip became bruising as he fought for a small measure of restraint.
“More,” Martin ordered, pushing back to meet Judson’s thrust. Judson lifted his hand from Martin’s hip and reached between them, grabbing Martin firmly as he pumped in time with his thrusts. Martin cried out as he came and after a final thrust Judson came too. He collapsed on top of Martin, ignoring the stickiness between them for the meantime.
“Still think you need your gun, Special Agent?” Judson asked with an amused, satisfied grin.
“Shut up, Indiana.”
Judson laughed breathlessly as they lay there for several long moments. Finally he pressed a chaste kiss on Martin’s lips before he rolled over and climbed out of bed to go find a wet cloth.
“Next time I’ll remember to bring my fedora and whip,” he said as he returned.
“You do that,” Martin murmured as he blinked sleepily. Judson grinned at the easy acceptance that there would be a next time.
“I’ll hold you to that.”