Fic: Psychically Yours. Used, Bert/Quinn, NC-17, 8300 words.

[sinsense]

Psychically Yours
The Used, Bert/Quinn, NC-17, 8300 words

Quinn really doesn't want to work for the Psychic Agents Division, but that's before he meets his fellow employees. For evocatory in the usedfic exchange. Beta work by thesamefire and T. Any remaining mistakes are because I ignored their sound advice.

Warning: This could be read as having dub-con elements. Please

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[sinsense]

BABY. I got your emails and was, like, okay-- maybe a little cheerfully choked up, because I am a giant nerd. :D!

I had this whole daydream about how most Dampers kill themselves instead of going into government service, because it's seen as a huge betrayal to use damping powers against other people with powers, and Jepha has MASSIVE MANPAIN about the fact that he, y'know, likes living. I could see Bob being another Damper, and Jepha completely shuts down and refuses to fight him, and constantly avoids him when he's brought into the Center.

Bob's totally not the guilt-tripping type, and he has no idea why this other (hot, jesus fucking christ, hot) Damper is avoiding him. They should be friends, or at least on speaking terms. He keeps seeking Jepha out; he thinks Jepha is all quiet and reserved and horrible at social situations because Jepha is completely mute and flinchy around him. Then one day he finds Jepha in the middle of the night, when Jepha is incredibly, incredibly high, and they get to talking (while Jepha is housing an entire pizza), and Jepha sort of vaguely implies everything.

So Bob gets him into another conversation the next day, not letting Jepha avoid him, and manages to get Jepha to start sniffling, then bawling, in the hallway. Quinn tries to put the hurt on Bob, and ends up clipping Jepha on the cheek with a punch aimed at Bob when Jepha gets in the middle of it, and it's a MESS. But then Bob gets Quinn calmed down, and is being all sweet and consoling to Jepha, and manages to score a date without ever attempting to get one (he just wanted to talk! Jepha's the one who suggested getting a drink one night!).

Annnnd then ridiculous kinky sex! (Bob touches Jepha's side and he just rolls over and tilts his ass up, and what is Bob supposed to do but rim him? Obviously!)

Endless comment is endless. ♥ Thank you for reading it and commenting, is what I mean. I hope you like the blither! Clearly I have thought way too much about this story.

[algernon_mouse]

No seriously, you have no idea how much I loved this. When it ended, I honest to God, howled NOOOOOO.

I like this idea of yours, and I encourage you to explore it further. Like possibly to the point where Bob's getting a blow job from Jepha, and Jepha fingers his ass to the point that Bob is torn between fucking Jepha's mouth, and twisting down onto Jepha's fingers. And somewhere in that indecision, Bob twists his hand into the back of Jepha's hair and just pulls. Jepha groans, and when he does his throat opens and Bob's dick slides all the way down.

Bob's never had anyone deep throat him before and he freezes for a second because the feeling is intense. Bob's breathes out Jepha's name, and Jepha groans again. This time Bob feels it in the pit of his stomach, where it curls up and starts a fire.

Bob's fingers tremble, his thighs shake, and there a tiny beads of sweat springing up on the back of his knees. Jepha eases his finger over Bob's prostate again, and Bob comes on a high note. His orgasm feels like its been ripped out of his chest and when Jepha pulls off, and slides his fingers out of Bob's ass, Bob feels as though he's going to collapse.

"Jepha," Bob says. Bob's not the praying sort but Jepha's name comes out sounding reverent, and Bob's shocked by that too.