ORIGINAL: "BRB, SAVING WORLD." SLASH.
Title: BRB, Saving World
Summary: In which teleporting to take advantage of your lover is an acceptable use of super human powers.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Excessive fondling and heated kissing. Two cuss words.
Charmaine groaned as he rolled over, blindly searching the opposite side of the bed for the warmth of another. Opening his eyes groggily, he stifled a sigh when he found the bed empty, save himself. Fighting to stay awake-and ignoring that he was still half-hard-he clambered out of bed, feet slipping into his atrocious yellow slippers with routine ease. He yawned widely as he shuffled into the kitchen. If he was lucky, Richard had turned the coffee maker on before he vanished to god-knows-where.
To his delight, Charmaine found the coffee was still brewing when he entered the kitchen. It smelled wonderfully strong and he found himself humming in anticipation. Richard always did make the best coffee. However, as he moved closer he noted something peculiar-a bright orange post it note was stuck to the coffee pot. Hardly able to contain his curiosity, he ambled closer and ripped it from the pot.
BRB,
Saving world.
Laughter burst from his throat in loud volume and soon he was doubled over on his side, unable to contain himself. It took a moment or two to regain his composure and when he did, he couldn’t help the affectionate smile that spread across his lips.
Pop!
Charmaine gasped, startled as warm hands snaked around his torso and lingered at his hips. "You're awake," a warm and decidedly male voice whispered in his ear, hot and rough. He shuddered and leaned into Richard's warmth, enjoying the way the other man's body felt against his. They fit together so unbelievably perfect.
"You should really stop doing that," he chided.
"Mm, doing what?" Richard asked, his right hand trailing the hem of Charmaine's sweatpants. He suppressed a shudder and willed himself to think of anything except how much his body ached for the man pressed up against him.
"Ah," Charmaine stumbled, cheeks flushing hotly, "catching me off guard with your teleporting and then promptly taking advantage of me."
Richard laughed throatily, breath hot on Charmaine's neck. "Stop being obstinate," he scolded fervently, "you know you like it when I take advantage of you." As he talked, his hand slipped under Charmaine's sweatpants and he fondled the edge of his boxers.
Charmaine let out strangled moan. "Richard, no," he gasped as Richard's hand went lower and lower. His touch was tantalizing, warm and oh-so-torturous. And then, all and once, Richard withdrew his hand, leaving Charmaine absolutely wanton.
"Richard, what-" he groaned in confusion, trying and failing to make sense as to why Richard had stopped his teasing.
Blue eyes bore into him as Richard simply stared. He brought his hand to Charmaine's cheek and began to stroke it tenderly. "You're so…" he trailed off, as if he couldn't quite find the words.
"Spit it out, Richard," Charmaine groaned, feeling wholly neglected and warm at once.
He smiled so warmly, it scared Charmaine slightly. Richard was rarely tender with anyone or anything. He always did everything with rough determination and it was startling to see him don a gentle expression. However, even though Richard couldn’t find the words, Charmaine understood perfectly. "I love you too, Richard," he breathed so softly he was afraid for a moment Richard hadn't heard him.
And then Richard was on him like a dog in heat, flipping him around and lifting him onto the counter, lips smashing into his in unchecked passion. He nipped at Charmaine's lower lip and growled in satisfaction as a startled gasp allowed him access. Richard's mouth was hot and bitter, like the coffee Charmaine so loved. It was intoxicating and dizzying and-
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Shit!" Richard cursed, ripping away from Charmaine and leaving him aching. "Stupid Order-"
Charmaine cut him off with a chaste kiss. "Quit complaining," he reprimanded softly. "Someone needs you, so go."
Richard was scowling. "At present it looks like you need me."
He flushed. "And whose fault is that?"
The smug grin on Richard's face should have been illegal. "Shall I help you finish before-"
"No," Charmaine cut in, all but rolling his eyes. "Go save the world, you jackass."
Richard was laughing. "Alright," he said, swooping down to claim a kiss from Charmaine. That one kiss turned into two and soon Richard was trailing kisses up Charmaine's neck, all the way to his ear. "I love you, Charm," he whispered lovingly and with a Pop! he was gone.
Charmaine sighed at the loss of physical contact. It was difficult having a superhero for a boyfriend. Richard was always teleporting off just when things started to get good. Though, he mused, that's part of his charm. Ignoring a certain part of his body, he poured himself a cup of coffee-two sugar cubes and a dash of milk-and headed for the bathroom with a nice, cold shower in mind.
Summary: In which teleporting to take advantage of your lover is an acceptable use of super human powers.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Excessive fondling and heated kissing. Two cuss words.
Charmaine groaned as he rolled over, blindly searching the opposite side of the bed for the warmth of another. Opening his eyes groggily, he stifled a sigh when he found the bed empty, save himself. Fighting to stay awake-and ignoring that he was still half-hard-he clambered out of bed, feet slipping into his atrocious yellow slippers with routine ease. He yawned widely as he shuffled into the kitchen. If he was lucky, Richard had turned the coffee maker on before he vanished to god-knows-where.
To his delight, Charmaine found the coffee was still brewing when he entered the kitchen. It smelled wonderfully strong and he found himself humming in anticipation. Richard always did make the best coffee. However, as he moved closer he noted something peculiar-a bright orange post it note was stuck to the coffee pot. Hardly able to contain his curiosity, he ambled closer and ripped it from the pot.
BRB,
Saving world.
Laughter burst from his throat in loud volume and soon he was doubled over on his side, unable to contain himself. It took a moment or two to regain his composure and when he did, he couldn’t help the affectionate smile that spread across his lips.
Pop!
Charmaine gasped, startled as warm hands snaked around his torso and lingered at his hips. "You're awake," a warm and decidedly male voice whispered in his ear, hot and rough. He shuddered and leaned into Richard's warmth, enjoying the way the other man's body felt against his. They fit together so unbelievably perfect.
"You should really stop doing that," he chided.
"Mm, doing what?" Richard asked, his right hand trailing the hem of Charmaine's sweatpants. He suppressed a shudder and willed himself to think of anything except how much his body ached for the man pressed up against him.
"Ah," Charmaine stumbled, cheeks flushing hotly, "catching me off guard with your teleporting and then promptly taking advantage of me."
Richard laughed throatily, breath hot on Charmaine's neck. "Stop being obstinate," he scolded fervently, "you know you like it when I take advantage of you." As he talked, his hand slipped under Charmaine's sweatpants and he fondled the edge of his boxers.
Charmaine let out strangled moan. "Richard, no," he gasped as Richard's hand went lower and lower. His touch was tantalizing, warm and oh-so-torturous. And then, all and once, Richard withdrew his hand, leaving Charmaine absolutely wanton.
"Richard, what-" he groaned in confusion, trying and failing to make sense as to why Richard had stopped his teasing.
Blue eyes bore into him as Richard simply stared. He brought his hand to Charmaine's cheek and began to stroke it tenderly. "You're so…" he trailed off, as if he couldn't quite find the words.
"Spit it out, Richard," Charmaine groaned, feeling wholly neglected and warm at once.
He smiled so warmly, it scared Charmaine slightly. Richard was rarely tender with anyone or anything. He always did everything with rough determination and it was startling to see him don a gentle expression. However, even though Richard couldn’t find the words, Charmaine understood perfectly. "I love you too, Richard," he breathed so softly he was afraid for a moment Richard hadn't heard him.
And then Richard was on him like a dog in heat, flipping him around and lifting him onto the counter, lips smashing into his in unchecked passion. He nipped at Charmaine's lower lip and growled in satisfaction as a startled gasp allowed him access. Richard's mouth was hot and bitter, like the coffee Charmaine so loved. It was intoxicating and dizzying and-
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Shit!" Richard cursed, ripping away from Charmaine and leaving him aching. "Stupid Order-"
Charmaine cut him off with a chaste kiss. "Quit complaining," he reprimanded softly. "Someone needs you, so go."
Richard was scowling. "At present it looks like you need me."
He flushed. "And whose fault is that?"
The smug grin on Richard's face should have been illegal. "Shall I help you finish before-"
"No," Charmaine cut in, all but rolling his eyes. "Go save the world, you jackass."
Richard was laughing. "Alright," he said, swooping down to claim a kiss from Charmaine. That one kiss turned into two and soon Richard was trailing kisses up Charmaine's neck, all the way to his ear. "I love you, Charm," he whispered lovingly and with a Pop! he was gone.
Charmaine sighed at the loss of physical contact. It was difficult having a superhero for a boyfriend. Richard was always teleporting off just when things started to get good. Though, he mused, that's part of his charm. Ignoring a certain part of his body, he poured himself a cup of coffee-two sugar cubes and a dash of milk-and headed for the bathroom with a nice, cold shower in mind.