Top Gear, James / Jeremy, NC-17
Title: Friday Night in Utah
Pairing: James/Jeremy
Summary: What else is there to do in Utah?
Warnings: PWP, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 1,337
Rating: NC-17
A/N: cenea had a lovely pic spam of the TG lads filming over in Utah, so all blame falls on her for this piece. Inspired by this picture. This has not been beta'd, so feel free to point out mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up. I also don't know anything about Utah (apart from silly stereotypes) or Mormonism; no disrespect is intended.
There was nothing. For miles and miles, just absolute nothing.
Well, nothing, according to Jeremy. In actual fact, there were multiple restaurants, corner shops, and bars all around their hotel, but Jeremy had said, very loudly and more than once, that the restaurants didn’t have proper food, the corner shops didn’t have anything of use, and the bars didn’t count because the morons (or was it Mormons?) shut them all at 9 in the evening. Thus, they had been unable to go out for their usual Friday night gallivant; getting drunk and taking the piss out of nearby innocents (usually James). Instead, James and Jeremy were holed up in Jeremy’s room, that was exactly the same as the room in the next, unoriginal hotel, raiding the contents of the mini bar.
“Orange juice, mineral water, coca cola, and some 3% proof beer that should never even exist,” said James as he rifled through the small cooler in Jeremy’s room. He held up his findings, with slight difficultly, for Jeremy, who was sprawled out on his bed, to see. Jeremy lifted his head up, crinkled his nose in a look of absolute disgust, then flopped back down again. “What’s your fridge like?” he grumbled.
“It’ll be exactly the same.”
“What about Hammond’s?”
James sighed, exasperated with his colleague, “All of them are the same, Clarkson. If you want to check, you can be the one to wake Hammond up from his beauty sleep, and you can be the one to have your bollocks ripped off when he gets in a mood.”
Jeremy huffed in annoyance, but didn’t move. James began to rearrange the drinks back to where he found them. When everything was in its place, he stood up and stared at Jeremy. Jeremy didn’t acknowledge it, although James was sure he could feel it burning into him. He gave up and started walking towards the door, when Jeremy continued to stare at the ceiling.
Jeremy’s voice rang loudly in the silence, “Where are you going?”
“To lock the door,” he answered casually.
“What for?”
James turned the dead bolt and it clicked into place like the cock of a gun. “So no one disturbs us,” he finally answered.
Realisation finally dawned on Jeremy and a large grin spread across his face, as James stalked towards him, a predatory gleam in his eye. He continued to lie on the bed, only his head lifting off to watch his lover, of only a few weeks, gently sit by his feet. Slowly, James removed Jeremy’s shoes and socks, careful to keep his hands from touching his skin as he did it, tantalising the other man. He swung his legs up and moved to kneel, shifting up the bed, so he could easily reach the buckle of Jeremy's belt. He slipped the leather from the belt loops and threw it to the floor.
Jeremy was now sitting up on his elbows, his eyes fixated on James’ actions.
Below James’ hands, he could feel Jeremy’s cock twitch, and he smirked as he undid the buttons, dragged the zipper down, then pulled the cream material down Jeremy’s legs and off, letting them fall to the floor with a soft rustle. There was a significant bulge in Jeremy’s white briefs, which James was itching to touch, but he knew he had to hold back until Jeremy was begging him for more.
As if reading his mind, Jeremy swung his arm forwards, snatching James’ wrist tightly between his fingers. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, his eyes flashing with want. “You’re going to stay up here.”
James just wrenched his arm back quickly, freeing his hand, and slipped backwards, away from Jeremy’s reach. Jeremy could see the humour in his eyes and narrowed his own. “You’ll pay for whatever it is you’re planning, May,” he growled.
James shrugged nonchalantly and smirked again. He dipped his head down and planted wet, open-mouthed kisses on Jeremy’s legs, starting at his calves, and moving slowly upwards, letting his tongue gently lick behind Jeremy’s knees. He tasted like sweat and dust, the latter of which he could feel like exfoliate on his tongue. He ignored it and moved upwards, getting closer to his destination, and causing Jeremy’s breathing to speed up in anticipation. He licked a wet strip up the inside of Jeremy’s thigh, which quivered under his tongue. He was careful to avoid touching any part of Jeremy’s white pants. It only earned him a hissed stream of obscenities, at which he arched an eyebrow. “What do you wan-”
Jeremy cut him off. “James if you don’t suck my cock right now, there will be serious consequences. If I could think properly, I’d list them, but as it is...”
James smiled falsely at him and pushed the edge of the blue cotton shirt Jeremy was wearing up, so his fingers could dance along the elastic waistband of Jeremy’s briefs. The air was thick with tension as James pulled the clothing down, finally freeing Jeremy’s leaking erection. The pants ended up on the floor with Jeremy’s trousers, but neither one paid them any notice; they both had their eyes on one goal, and as James dipped his head down, Jeremy sucked in a breath between his clenched teeth.
James wrapped his lips gently around the head of Jeremy’s cock and licked away the precome that had gathered there. He slid one of his hands around the base and slowly began to stroke, setting up a rhythm between his hand and mouth. In front of him, Jeremy’s eyes were concentrated on James’ mouth, watching his own cock disappear into its depths. He groaned in the back of his throat and James’ copied, letting the vibrations wash around Jeremy’s erection, prompting Jeremy to groan louder. James sent him a warning look with his eyes that told him to shut up or they’d be caught. Jeremy threw his head back and shut both his eyes and his mouth tightly, as James continued his ministrations without mercy.
James removed his hand and mouth, causing Jeremy’s head to shoot back up, his eyes glaring daggers. James took the time to appreciate the view; Jeremy, shirt clinging tightly across his chest, sleeves pushed up, bunched at his elbows, his erection standing proudly, the red vibrant against the blue background. It was definitely a nice sight to behold. He leant forwards, his hand resting on the flesh of Jeremy’s thigh, and pressed his lips again the other man’s. Jeremy didn’t even complain that James had stopped sucking him off, he just kissed back lazily, his tongue swiping at the edges of James’ mouth, tasting himself on James’ tongue. He drew James closer and sighed into his mouth and James moved his hand to, once again, wrap around his cock, slowly stroking him as their tongues danced. He thumbed the tip and Jeremy bucked his hips upwards, trying to get more contact with James’ fingers. With only a few more flicks of his wrist, James had Jeremy writhing under him and biting his bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, as he came hard into James’ waiting palm. James kissed him once more quickly, before removing himself from the bed, and headed towards the bathroom to clean off his hand.
When he returned to the room, Jeremy was in the same position, but he had regained his breath at last. He caught Jeremy’s eye and inclined his head slightly in a gesture of farewell. Jeremy’s brow furrowed. “Where are you going?” he asked, only a slight hint of disappointment evident in his voice.
“I’ve got a large bottle of whiskey, which I bought from Duty Free on the way over, and some poor American television shows that are calling my name. See you in the morning, Clarkson.”
Not even the sting of his sore and slightly swollen lip could stop the smile that broke out on his face at Jeremy’s astonished look, as he walked out of the door without so much as a backwards glance.
Pairing: James/Jeremy
Summary: What else is there to do in Utah?
Warnings: PWP, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 1,337
Rating: NC-17
A/N: cenea had a lovely pic spam of the TG lads filming over in Utah, so all blame falls on her for this piece. Inspired by this picture. This has not been beta'd, so feel free to point out mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up. I also don't know anything about Utah (apart from silly stereotypes) or Mormonism; no disrespect is intended.
There was nothing. For miles and miles, just absolute nothing.
Well, nothing, according to Jeremy. In actual fact, there were multiple restaurants, corner shops, and bars all around their hotel, but Jeremy had said, very loudly and more than once, that the restaurants didn’t have proper food, the corner shops didn’t have anything of use, and the bars didn’t count because the morons (or was it Mormons?) shut them all at 9 in the evening. Thus, they had been unable to go out for their usual Friday night gallivant; getting drunk and taking the piss out of nearby innocents (usually James). Instead, James and Jeremy were holed up in Jeremy’s room, that was exactly the same as the room in the next, unoriginal hotel, raiding the contents of the mini bar.
“Orange juice, mineral water, coca cola, and some 3% proof beer that should never even exist,” said James as he rifled through the small cooler in Jeremy’s room. He held up his findings, with slight difficultly, for Jeremy, who was sprawled out on his bed, to see. Jeremy lifted his head up, crinkled his nose in a look of absolute disgust, then flopped back down again. “What’s your fridge like?” he grumbled.
“It’ll be exactly the same.”
“What about Hammond’s?”
James sighed, exasperated with his colleague, “All of them are the same, Clarkson. If you want to check, you can be the one to wake Hammond up from his beauty sleep, and you can be the one to have your bollocks ripped off when he gets in a mood.”
Jeremy huffed in annoyance, but didn’t move. James began to rearrange the drinks back to where he found them. When everything was in its place, he stood up and stared at Jeremy. Jeremy didn’t acknowledge it, although James was sure he could feel it burning into him. He gave up and started walking towards the door, when Jeremy continued to stare at the ceiling.
Jeremy’s voice rang loudly in the silence, “Where are you going?”
“To lock the door,” he answered casually.
“What for?”
James turned the dead bolt and it clicked into place like the cock of a gun. “So no one disturbs us,” he finally answered.
Realisation finally dawned on Jeremy and a large grin spread across his face, as James stalked towards him, a predatory gleam in his eye. He continued to lie on the bed, only his head lifting off to watch his lover, of only a few weeks, gently sit by his feet. Slowly, James removed Jeremy’s shoes and socks, careful to keep his hands from touching his skin as he did it, tantalising the other man. He swung his legs up and moved to kneel, shifting up the bed, so he could easily reach the buckle of Jeremy's belt. He slipped the leather from the belt loops and threw it to the floor.
Jeremy was now sitting up on his elbows, his eyes fixated on James’ actions.
Below James’ hands, he could feel Jeremy’s cock twitch, and he smirked as he undid the buttons, dragged the zipper down, then pulled the cream material down Jeremy’s legs and off, letting them fall to the floor with a soft rustle. There was a significant bulge in Jeremy’s white briefs, which James was itching to touch, but he knew he had to hold back until Jeremy was begging him for more.
As if reading his mind, Jeremy swung his arm forwards, snatching James’ wrist tightly between his fingers. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, his eyes flashing with want. “You’re going to stay up here.”
James just wrenched his arm back quickly, freeing his hand, and slipped backwards, away from Jeremy’s reach. Jeremy could see the humour in his eyes and narrowed his own. “You’ll pay for whatever it is you’re planning, May,” he growled.
James shrugged nonchalantly and smirked again. He dipped his head down and planted wet, open-mouthed kisses on Jeremy’s legs, starting at his calves, and moving slowly upwards, letting his tongue gently lick behind Jeremy’s knees. He tasted like sweat and dust, the latter of which he could feel like exfoliate on his tongue. He ignored it and moved upwards, getting closer to his destination, and causing Jeremy’s breathing to speed up in anticipation. He licked a wet strip up the inside of Jeremy’s thigh, which quivered under his tongue. He was careful to avoid touching any part of Jeremy’s white pants. It only earned him a hissed stream of obscenities, at which he arched an eyebrow. “What do you wan-”
Jeremy cut him off. “James if you don’t suck my cock right now, there will be serious consequences. If I could think properly, I’d list them, but as it is...”
James smiled falsely at him and pushed the edge of the blue cotton shirt Jeremy was wearing up, so his fingers could dance along the elastic waistband of Jeremy’s briefs. The air was thick with tension as James pulled the clothing down, finally freeing Jeremy’s leaking erection. The pants ended up on the floor with Jeremy’s trousers, but neither one paid them any notice; they both had their eyes on one goal, and as James dipped his head down, Jeremy sucked in a breath between his clenched teeth.
James wrapped his lips gently around the head of Jeremy’s cock and licked away the precome that had gathered there. He slid one of his hands around the base and slowly began to stroke, setting up a rhythm between his hand and mouth. In front of him, Jeremy’s eyes were concentrated on James’ mouth, watching his own cock disappear into its depths. He groaned in the back of his throat and James’ copied, letting the vibrations wash around Jeremy’s erection, prompting Jeremy to groan louder. James sent him a warning look with his eyes that told him to shut up or they’d be caught. Jeremy threw his head back and shut both his eyes and his mouth tightly, as James continued his ministrations without mercy.
James removed his hand and mouth, causing Jeremy’s head to shoot back up, his eyes glaring daggers. James took the time to appreciate the view; Jeremy, shirt clinging tightly across his chest, sleeves pushed up, bunched at his elbows, his erection standing proudly, the red vibrant against the blue background. It was definitely a nice sight to behold. He leant forwards, his hand resting on the flesh of Jeremy’s thigh, and pressed his lips again the other man’s. Jeremy didn’t even complain that James had stopped sucking him off, he just kissed back lazily, his tongue swiping at the edges of James’ mouth, tasting himself on James’ tongue. He drew James closer and sighed into his mouth and James moved his hand to, once again, wrap around his cock, slowly stroking him as their tongues danced. He thumbed the tip and Jeremy bucked his hips upwards, trying to get more contact with James’ fingers. With only a few more flicks of his wrist, James had Jeremy writhing under him and biting his bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, as he came hard into James’ waiting palm. James kissed him once more quickly, before removing himself from the bed, and headed towards the bathroom to clean off his hand.
When he returned to the room, Jeremy was in the same position, but he had regained his breath at last. He caught Jeremy’s eye and inclined his head slightly in a gesture of farewell. Jeremy’s brow furrowed. “Where are you going?” he asked, only a slight hint of disappointment evident in his voice.
“I’ve got a large bottle of whiskey, which I bought from Duty Free on the way over, and some poor American television shows that are calling my name. See you in the morning, Clarkson.”
Not even the sting of his sore and slightly swollen lip could stop the smile that broke out on his face at Jeremy’s astonished look, as he walked out of the door without so much as a backwards glance.