Two Fics for mintriddell.
Title: Don't Ask, Won't tell
Author: cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Pairing/Characters:Union Jack/Destroyer, Captain America.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Slash. And WW2 attitudes to homosexuality. think that's it.
Summary: It's being six months since they saw each, so why did Brian's room have to be next to Cap's?
Author's Notes: For mintriddell fanart, http://mintriddell.deviantart.com/art/Don-t-Tell-Cap-151651940. Unbetaed.
He tries his hardest, but he can’t stop the small giggle escaping him.
“Shhh!” Brian whispers, “Do you want Cap to see this?”
No, he certainly doesn’t. Because Cap is a very by the rules guy. And the rules say that this, that what they’re doing is wrong, that he and Brian must be sick for doing it.
Roger doesn’t give a dam. If he’s sick, then there’s no one whose company he’d rather be in.
Brian has shed his cowl, but since he entered the room, Brian hasn’t let off long enough for him to remove his.
Not that he blames the man. It’s been nearly 6 months since they saw each other.
Which is why it’s very annoying that Brian has the room next to Cap. Jim Hammond, while Roger likes the man, would have no idea that what they’re doing is supposed to be wrong, and Namor never gets involved with “Surface dweller rules”. Jack, he’s fairly sure has suspicions that he and her brother are like David and Jonathon, but she isn’t going to say anything (not if she didn’t after that time by the lake).
The memory of the lake, and moonlight playing off Brian’s backside, made him moan softly. Brian pulls away.
“You’re trying to get us caught!” he accused, smiling.
“Maybe.” He feels like a singer in some Soho Cabaret as he smiles at his lover. “You must admit there’s a certain...thrill. An added spice to the knowledge we might be caught at any moment. Rather like that cupboard by your tutor’s office at Oxford.”
For a moment, they share a conspiratorial smile, at the memory of the cramped oak cupboard that provided them with so many briefly happy moments. But Brian shakes his head.
“You’re not the one who had to deal with Bucky’s jokes for weeks after London. Honestly, where a child learns about that!” he shakes his head, the brown hair a smidgen too long.
“Same place we did, probably. Listening to the conversations of our elders.”
“Speak for yourself.” Brian muttered, flushing. Roger grinned at him.
“Brian Falsworth, are you saying...?”
“Let’s just say there was a reason I was so eager to learn German. And my love of Vampire literature had nothing to do with my uncle.”
He can’t help it, he laughs again. At points, he wants this so much, to be with Brian, to be open about what they are. But even if by some miracle they could persuade Cap and Bucky to keep their mouths shut, he knows it’s hopeless.
He’s addicted to Brian, there’s no chance of him pretending otherwise, and if today’s events, Brian, jumping him and pinning him against the wall with a kiss, without even giving him time to remove his mask to prove it’s him, and not one of the other Destroyers running around with the resistance....
The thought makes him pull back slightly. “How did you know it was me?”
Brian’s the one who laughs this time, and he glances nervously towards the door, hoping Cap won’t come through it to find out what all the noise is about.
“I know you Roger, whether you’re six inches, or six feet, whether you’re wearing a mask or not. Anyway,” he muttered, beginning to kiss along the edge of the cowl. “Cap told me you’d be coming today.”
Roger internally blinks. “Cap asked me here for a meeting.”
For a moment, they meet eyes.
“Please tell me there’s somewhere more...private than this?” Roger mutters, with a quick glance towards the door.
Brian considers the question. “There’s a wood shed in the garden. Probably some beetles, but...”
Roger cuts off his next words.
Fini
Title: Bathtime
Author: cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Pairing/Characters:Bucky, Toro, possibly one sided Bucky/Toro
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Probably the nearest I will ever come to writing porn. When you read it, you'll understand why.
Summary: For this piece of fan art by http://mintriddell.deviantart.com/art/Bath-time-151651331. Unbetaed.
“Come strip.”
“Don’t see why you can’t go first.”
“Cause I can’t melt snow, Dofus!”
“Don’t see why it has to be snow.” Toro muttered, pulling off his jacket.
“Cause we can’t have a fire. Smoke would attract attention.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Quit stalling. We have to be in the club in an hour.”
“O.K.” Toro glanced at his friend. “Can you turn around?”
“Why? I’ve seen more of you.” Bucky rolled his eyes, but at Toro’s glare he turned his back.
Toro breathed in and out, before undoing his shirt. He couldn’t blame Steve for arguing they needed a bath, it had been nearly a month since the last time they’d bathed, and he had to admit they were a little ripe. Among the resistance, it wasn’t a big deal, as everyone smelt the same, if not worse.
But then Bucky and he got a mission to infiltrate a nightclub in town where the generals and other high Nazi officials gathered. And it became very clear that they couldn’t go on as they had been.
It was just...he wished it wasn’t Bucky. He could hardly control his body’s reaction to Bucky in costume. To be exposed, naked, like that around him...he was shivering, but not because of the cold.
Carefully, he climbed rapidly into the bath, packing the snow around him.
“O.K.” he muttered, shivering. He tried to raise his temperature, knowing he couldn’t burst into flames.
Bucky turned around, grinning.
“See, told you it wasn’t that bad.” He said. Toro nodded, staring ahead.
“Uhuh.” The snow was melting around his groin and he rapidly moved more to cover it. “So what’s the mission about?”
Bucky talked telling Toro everything he knew about the club and about their target, but Toro hardly heard one word of it. He was concentrating on keeping his body under control, not reacting, especially as the water heated up, Bucky pulled off his shirt and slipped down to his shorts.
It was alright, it was almost over, then Bucky reached down and picked up a sponge.
“Here.” He said, “Lean forward, “
“What?” he was pleased he managed to keep the panic out of his voice. If Bucky touched him, even with that sponge (which looked like it being around in the Somme), he wasn’t certain that wouldn’t react.
“Your back. It’s virtually black.” He gestured with a hand. “Lean forward.”
Toro looked uncomfortable.
“Come on. It’ll give the edges of the tub a chance to cool before I get in.”
Toro swallowed, leaning forward, moving his hands to cover himself. “Sure you want it? Might get my cooties.”
“Only five year olds reveal in that crap.” The sponge was rough, and it felt like it was cutting into his skin. He bites back a moan, cursing under his breath the heat increase below his waist. Bucky scooped up water with his hands, letting it run over Toro’s back.
“Here,” he muttered. “Let me do your hair.”
His voice was breathless, as he muttered. “No shampoo.”
Bucky shrugged. “Soap works as well. Carboxylic should get rid of anything living up there.”
He’d got a cup from somewhere, carefully scooping the melting snow and pouring it over Toro’s head. The water was cold, of course it was, it was melting snow, but then Bucky’s hands were on his head, combing through his hair, and he wanted to cry out, to yell so much, but the water was almost hot as Bucky poured it over his head, and Bucky’s hand was under his chin, making him tilt his head backwards, so there was no way he could claim soap was in his eyes.
This was exquisite torture, this was...
“O.K. you’re done.”
He blinked up. He was hard, almost comfortably so, he was nowhere near done.
“Huh?”
“You’re clean, come on, get out.”
He had never been prouder of his control than at moment.
“Turn around.” it sounded breathless, but none of the desperation had slipped through.
Bucky shrugged, but he did so. Reaching down, Toro grabbed one of the rags that would act as towels.
“Going to the Khasier. Meet you back here.”
“Don’t take too long.” Bucky’s voice carried after him as he headed down the path, holding the towel bunched up around him to hide his shame. “Might need someone to hotten things up.”
The pain was so acute, that he was barely aware of his voice replying. “Perhaps you’d better ask Pappy then.”
If he’d turned around, he would have seen the confusion and hurt on Bucky’s face.
Fini
Author: cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Pairing/Characters:Union Jack/Destroyer, Captain America.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Slash. And WW2 attitudes to homosexuality. think that's it.
Summary: It's being six months since they saw each, so why did Brian's room have to be next to Cap's?
Author's Notes: For mintriddell fanart, http://mintriddell.deviantart.com/art/Don-t-Tell-Cap-151651940. Unbetaed.
He tries his hardest, but he can’t stop the small giggle escaping him.
“Shhh!” Brian whispers, “Do you want Cap to see this?”
No, he certainly doesn’t. Because Cap is a very by the rules guy. And the rules say that this, that what they’re doing is wrong, that he and Brian must be sick for doing it.
Roger doesn’t give a dam. If he’s sick, then there’s no one whose company he’d rather be in.
Brian has shed his cowl, but since he entered the room, Brian hasn’t let off long enough for him to remove his.
Not that he blames the man. It’s been nearly 6 months since they saw each other.
Which is why it’s very annoying that Brian has the room next to Cap. Jim Hammond, while Roger likes the man, would have no idea that what they’re doing is supposed to be wrong, and Namor never gets involved with “Surface dweller rules”. Jack, he’s fairly sure has suspicions that he and her brother are like David and Jonathon, but she isn’t going to say anything (not if she didn’t after that time by the lake).
The memory of the lake, and moonlight playing off Brian’s backside, made him moan softly. Brian pulls away.
“You’re trying to get us caught!” he accused, smiling.
“Maybe.” He feels like a singer in some Soho Cabaret as he smiles at his lover. “You must admit there’s a certain...thrill. An added spice to the knowledge we might be caught at any moment. Rather like that cupboard by your tutor’s office at Oxford.”
For a moment, they share a conspiratorial smile, at the memory of the cramped oak cupboard that provided them with so many briefly happy moments. But Brian shakes his head.
“You’re not the one who had to deal with Bucky’s jokes for weeks after London. Honestly, where a child learns about that!” he shakes his head, the brown hair a smidgen too long.
“Same place we did, probably. Listening to the conversations of our elders.”
“Speak for yourself.” Brian muttered, flushing. Roger grinned at him.
“Brian Falsworth, are you saying...?”
“Let’s just say there was a reason I was so eager to learn German. And my love of Vampire literature had nothing to do with my uncle.”
He can’t help it, he laughs again. At points, he wants this so much, to be with Brian, to be open about what they are. But even if by some miracle they could persuade Cap and Bucky to keep their mouths shut, he knows it’s hopeless.
He’s addicted to Brian, there’s no chance of him pretending otherwise, and if today’s events, Brian, jumping him and pinning him against the wall with a kiss, without even giving him time to remove his mask to prove it’s him, and not one of the other Destroyers running around with the resistance....
The thought makes him pull back slightly. “How did you know it was me?”
Brian’s the one who laughs this time, and he glances nervously towards the door, hoping Cap won’t come through it to find out what all the noise is about.
“I know you Roger, whether you’re six inches, or six feet, whether you’re wearing a mask or not. Anyway,” he muttered, beginning to kiss along the edge of the cowl. “Cap told me you’d be coming today.”
Roger internally blinks. “Cap asked me here for a meeting.”
For a moment, they meet eyes.
“Please tell me there’s somewhere more...private than this?” Roger mutters, with a quick glance towards the door.
Brian considers the question. “There’s a wood shed in the garden. Probably some beetles, but...”
Roger cuts off his next words.
Fini
Title: Bathtime
Author: cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Pairing/Characters:Bucky, Toro, possibly one sided Bucky/Toro
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Probably the nearest I will ever come to writing porn. When you read it, you'll understand why.
Summary: For this piece of fan art by http://mintriddell.deviantart.com/art/Bath-time-151651331. Unbetaed.
“Come strip.”
“Don’t see why you can’t go first.”
“Cause I can’t melt snow, Dofus!”
“Don’t see why it has to be snow.” Toro muttered, pulling off his jacket.
“Cause we can’t have a fire. Smoke would attract attention.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Quit stalling. We have to be in the club in an hour.”
“O.K.” Toro glanced at his friend. “Can you turn around?”
“Why? I’ve seen more of you.” Bucky rolled his eyes, but at Toro’s glare he turned his back.
Toro breathed in and out, before undoing his shirt. He couldn’t blame Steve for arguing they needed a bath, it had been nearly a month since the last time they’d bathed, and he had to admit they were a little ripe. Among the resistance, it wasn’t a big deal, as everyone smelt the same, if not worse.
But then Bucky and he got a mission to infiltrate a nightclub in town where the generals and other high Nazi officials gathered. And it became very clear that they couldn’t go on as they had been.
It was just...he wished it wasn’t Bucky. He could hardly control his body’s reaction to Bucky in costume. To be exposed, naked, like that around him...he was shivering, but not because of the cold.
Carefully, he climbed rapidly into the bath, packing the snow around him.
“O.K.” he muttered, shivering. He tried to raise his temperature, knowing he couldn’t burst into flames.
Bucky turned around, grinning.
“See, told you it wasn’t that bad.” He said. Toro nodded, staring ahead.
“Uhuh.” The snow was melting around his groin and he rapidly moved more to cover it. “So what’s the mission about?”
Bucky talked telling Toro everything he knew about the club and about their target, but Toro hardly heard one word of it. He was concentrating on keeping his body under control, not reacting, especially as the water heated up, Bucky pulled off his shirt and slipped down to his shorts.
It was alright, it was almost over, then Bucky reached down and picked up a sponge.
“Here.” He said, “Lean forward, “
“What?” he was pleased he managed to keep the panic out of his voice. If Bucky touched him, even with that sponge (which looked like it being around in the Somme), he wasn’t certain that wouldn’t react.
“Your back. It’s virtually black.” He gestured with a hand. “Lean forward.”
Toro looked uncomfortable.
“Come on. It’ll give the edges of the tub a chance to cool before I get in.”
Toro swallowed, leaning forward, moving his hands to cover himself. “Sure you want it? Might get my cooties.”
“Only five year olds reveal in that crap.” The sponge was rough, and it felt like it was cutting into his skin. He bites back a moan, cursing under his breath the heat increase below his waist. Bucky scooped up water with his hands, letting it run over Toro’s back.
“Here,” he muttered. “Let me do your hair.”
His voice was breathless, as he muttered. “No shampoo.”
Bucky shrugged. “Soap works as well. Carboxylic should get rid of anything living up there.”
He’d got a cup from somewhere, carefully scooping the melting snow and pouring it over Toro’s head. The water was cold, of course it was, it was melting snow, but then Bucky’s hands were on his head, combing through his hair, and he wanted to cry out, to yell so much, but the water was almost hot as Bucky poured it over his head, and Bucky’s hand was under his chin, making him tilt his head backwards, so there was no way he could claim soap was in his eyes.
This was exquisite torture, this was...
“O.K. you’re done.”
He blinked up. He was hard, almost comfortably so, he was nowhere near done.
“Huh?”
“You’re clean, come on, get out.”
He had never been prouder of his control than at moment.
“Turn around.” it sounded breathless, but none of the desperation had slipped through.
Bucky shrugged, but he did so. Reaching down, Toro grabbed one of the rags that would act as towels.
“Going to the Khasier. Meet you back here.”
“Don’t take too long.” Bucky’s voice carried after him as he headed down the path, holding the towel bunched up around him to hide his shame. “Might need someone to hotten things up.”
The pain was so acute, that he was barely aware of his voice replying. “Perhaps you’d better ask Pappy then.”
If he’d turned around, he would have seen the confusion and hurt on Bucky’s face.
Fini