Fic: Tasting the Palatte; NC-17 (language, sex)
Title: Tasting the Palatte
Pairing: Evan/Auggie Anderson
Fandom: SGA/Covert Affairs
Rating: NC-17 (language, sex)
Word Count: 1894
Notes: prompt: Lorne/Auggie Anderson, color inside the lines
Auggie entered his apartment and paused.
Something was off.
He cocked his head as he listened, trying to pick up a sound.
As he stood motionless a mélange of foreign scents began to waft his way. He was easily able to pick one out of the assortment and smiled upon identifying it.
He made his way to the bedroom as quietly as he could where he expected to find an intruder. Almost to the doorway, his foot caught on something and he stumbled to the floor.
“Shit! Auggie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect you home so early.”
“No need to apologize,” Auggie said as he got to his feet. “It’s my fault. I should have seen your bag in the middle of the floor. Wait a minute…” He waited a moment for a biting comeback. When there was no response, he said, “Evan, wipe that glower off your face. I may not be able to see you but I can feel those daggers.”
“Good. No, get away,” Evan protested halfheartedly when Auggie reached out to embrace him. “Don’t try to be happy to see me or to be my friend now, asshole.”
“But, Evan,” Auggie pleaded as Evan stepped into his arms. “It’s been over a year. I’ve missed you.” He punctuated the statement by grabbing Evan’s ass and pulling him close, grinding their crotches together.
“I missed you, too,” Evan said as he leaned up to give the spy a kiss. “Any good ops lately?”
“I have as many of those as you have missions you can discuss.”
“Fair enough.”
“Not that I’m not happy to see you,” Auggie said as Evan led him into the bedroom, “but why are you here? And for how long?”
“I got some time off and was thinking about hanging around here for a week, if that’s OK?”
Auggie smiled broadly. “That’s better than OK.”
“Good,” Evan said as he forcefully pushed Auggie back onto the bed before straddling the man. “There are a few things I’d like to do around here with my free time.”
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“If you don’t get back in this bed right now, I’m going to kick your ass.”
“I hate when you do that,” Evan grumbled as he set down his coffee mug. He left the chair from where he had been watching Auggie sleep and slid back into bed.
“I hate the fact that you get up before dawn on your vacation,” Auggie tossed back as Evan curled up behind him.
“It’s my internal clock,” Evan explained as he slid his hand over Auggie’s abs. He moved his hand lower to grasp the morning erection he knew he’d find. “Besides, someone has to be awake to do this,” he said as he began stroking.
“Doesn’t negate the fact that I’ve asked you to not stare at me with those painter’s eyes of yours.”
“I don’t know why you won’t let me paint you. You’re beautiful.”
Auggie groaned as Evan’s hand did something spectacular to his dick. “I might be in your eyes but for one, I refuse to sit still that long. Secondly, I can’t see the finished product so I can’t tell if you’ve done me justice.”
“And that’s why you need to just trust me,” Evan said as he lowered his head to Auggie’s cock. He flicked his tongue across the crown a few times before he spoke again. “I promise you it’ll be worth it.”
“Evan, no.”
“I’m sick of ‘no’” Evan said nastily as he slicked his middle finger with his own saliva. He wrapped his mouth fully around the erection in his hand and placed the finger inside Auggie’s spasming hole. He knew it would not take long for Auggie to climax so he kept an eye on the man’s arousal. When he felt Auggie get close to the edge, he stopped his ministrations and pressed hard on the base of his cock to prevent the orgasm.
“Bastard,” Auggie breathed.
“Say ‘yes’,” Evan ordered.
“No.”
Evan returned to his work. Feeling the taller man begin to struggle he flipped around to place his body in a position to better restrain Auggie.
“Torture,” Auggie exclaimed. “This is torture. As a member of the US military, you are supposed to operate within the provisions of the Geneva Convention. I will not concede to your request.”
“Fuck the Geneva Convention and fuck you,” Evan snapped. He lowered his head to press his tongue into Auggie’s wet hole.
“Oh, please…,” Auggie whined as Evan prevented another orgasm.
“Not until you give in.”
With a feral growl Auggie mustered his strength to lift Evan off his body. He flipped Evan onto his stomach and with only perfunctory preparation buried himself in Evan’s passage. “Don’t ever corner me because I will come out swinging,” he said as he thrust forcefully into Evan. He placed a hand around the airman’s neck to keep him subdued. “I’ve killed hostage-takers for less. I said no and I promise you that will not change.” After two more thrusts he unloaded into Evan with a growl full of possession and satisfaction.
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“Hi, honey. I’m home,” Auggie called out as he entered his apartment.
“In here,” Evan called from the bedroom.
“With all the time we spend in here I’m starting to wonder if you only want me for my body,” Auggie said as he entered the room.
“Oh, it’s not just your body,” Evan said as he moved to meet Auggie.
“Then why are you naked?”
Evan stopped in his tracks. “How do you know that?
Auggie grimaced. “As crass as it sounds, I’m somewhat familiar with the scent of your crotch. And right now it’s rather forward.” He reached down and unerringly grasped Evan’s erection. “As I thought: aroused.”
“I think I liked you better when you had sight,” Evan groused.
“So what’s with the chocolate, strawberry and other fruit?”
“You need to stop that now,” Evan said lightly. “Otherwise I’m going to start thinking you’re not really blind.”
“I could ask why you’re walking around my apartment pointing at the North Star,” Auggie said with a raised eyebrow. “What’s going on?”
“You’re going to paint.”
“Excuse me?”
“Paint,” Evan said simply. “You’re going to do it.”
“And why would you think this is a good idea?”
“I didn’t say it was a good idea.”
“Then why?”
“You won’t let me paint you so you’re going to paint me.” Evan led Auggie to a corner of the room where there was plastic laid on the floor. “This is red,” Evan said as he grasped Auggie’s hand and dipped a finger in a jar of strawberry jam before he lifted it to Auggie’s mouth. “Brown and we’ll call it black,” he said when he repeated the maneuver with jars of milk and dark chocolate sauce. He continued through a number of jars of jams and sauces representing various colors.
“That’s nice and all,” Auggie said. “But I think it might be a bit difficult for me to make consistent lines on a canvas.”
“Already thought of that,” Evan said smugly. “Your canvas is about two feet in front of you.”
Auggie stepped forward with his arm outstretched. When his hand came in contact with Evan’s bare chest he smiled. “You have my undivided attention.”
Evan said, “I figure that though it doesn’t come cheap, this type of canvas should make it easy for you to stay within the lines. Auggie, I want you to paint what you see, what you feel. Hopefully that will make you understand what I want to do.”
“Painting me is that important to you?””
“Since we’ve met I’ve wanted to do nothing more,” Evan said. “When you had your accident I was scared because I thought that I would never see your eyes light up again like they did when we saw each other. And I was right: they don’t. But now it’s been replaced with so much more. There’s a twinkle there and a new appreciation for everything around you.
“Auggie,” Evan continued with emotion. “We may only spend a few weeks a year together but I can’t tell you how much this time means to me; how much painting you would mean to me…how much you mean to me. I can’t tell you what I do but trust me when I say I have a working knowledge of how tenuous life is. If after you paint me you still don’t want me to do a painting of you, I’ll never ask you again.”
“Fine.”
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“I think a little green would be appropriate here,” Auggie said after a moment of consideration. He dipped his brush into the jar of jalapeño jelly and dabbed it across Evan’s nipples.
Evan nodded his approval. “Good choice.” He moaned softly as the pepper lightly burned him.
“Now,” Auggie mused between licking the jelly off. “Do I go with the beige or the burgundy?”
“If you’re headed in the direction I think you are, go with the burgundy,” Evan advised.
Auggie chuckled. “I think you may know me a little too well, Major.” He dipped another brush into the corresponding jar of red wine jelly. He traced it in a line down Evan’s chest from his sternum to just above the neatly trimmed pubic hair. He then continued in lines along the inside of each of Evan’s thighs.
“I must say I didn’t expect that,” Evan said slightly impressed.
“It’s all about keeping you on your toes.” Auggie followed the line down to Evan’s navel with his tongue. “I wouldn’t want you to get bored.”
Evan’s breath hitched as the inside of his thigh was lightly tickled by Auggie’s tongue. “You never bore me. Never. But I think I’m starting to regret this.”
“Really?” Auggie nipped at random spots along a leg. “Not living up to your expectations?”
“No. Or yes.” Evan let out a frustrated groan. “Just fuck me already.”
“Oh, no.” Auggie looked up at Evan. Evan was very familiar with the steamy and devious expression on Auggie’s face. “You want to paint me? You’re going to have to deal with me tasting every inch of your body. And you know how much I like to savor a good meal.”
--- epilogue ---
“Dinner was wonderful,” Auggie said to Annie as they entered his apartment. “Thank you.”
“No,” she replied. “Thank you for listening to me jabber about my failed love life. Men suck.”
Auggie laughed. “Hey, now. Not all men are horrible cretins.”
“I didn’t mean you.”
“I know that.” He took a deep breath. “Can I show you something?”
“Sure,” she said perplexed by the sudden change.
He led her into his bedroom. Before he could say anything he heard her gasp with awe. “What?” He asked.
“Auggie,” she said breathlessly. “They’re amazing.”
“They?”
“The portraits of you. I assume that’s what you wanted me to see.”
Though he was annoyed by the deception he couldn’t contain the fond smile that slowly appeared on his face. “There was only supposed to be one.”
“Well, there are three of them,” she confirmed. “One on each of the walls around your bed. When did you have them done?”
“Recently. There’s a story behind that,” he said as he led her back out to the kitchen. “It involves one of the few who isn’t a cretin.”