How to Enjoy a Summer's Day (NC-17)

Jan 25, 2012 10:34


Title: How to Enjoy a Summer's Day/My Little Water Nymph
Author: burntsoap
Pairing: Haddock/Tintin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex in a swimming pool, PW a teeny bit of P
Word count: 1,910
Summary: "Haddock liked the swimsuit Tintin was wearing when he went searching for the treasure and how fitting it was on him. So one day, when Tintin is swimming in the indoor pool (it’s big enough to have one somewhere) he joins him and they have sex in the pool" - from the tintin_kinkmeme prompt: http://tintin-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1701.html?thread=42405#cmt42405


The chlorine-ridden water splashes in all directions when Tintin dives in. He abandoned his snorkeling gear at the foot of the pool, slipped on his Speedos, and held his breath before the jump, simply needing a little cooling down on such a hot summer day. Tintin was grateful that the Captain had an indoor pool handy.

He had spent the day watering plants, regardless of Nestor insisting that he’ll do it after he readies the lemonade. The captain immediately said that he’ll take his lemonade with a spit-fire of whiskey. Now, Tintin smiled to himself, shaking his head, and was engulfed with water yet again.

Massive windows made the pool very spacious and cast sunlight against the water. Nestor is seen wheeling the cart full of lemonade through a window, the Captain following eagerly. But he pauses, shuffles back and peers through the window. He grins, grabbing his drink, along with a glass of lemonade for Tintin and tells Nestor that he can run along. Nestor frowns and moves on.

Tintin’s petting Snowy, who previously dove into the pool after him, but barked angrily and sprung back out. He scratches behind Snowy’s ear, curled and dripping wet, knowing well that the dog loves the attention. He’s sitting on the rim of the pool, his legs dangling in the water, when he spies the Captain on the other side of the pool, gazing at him with an unreadable expression. “Captain? Everything alright?”

The captain twitches, as if being pulled from a trance. “Aye, lad, I’ve got drinks, c’mere.” Tintin smiles, jumping back into the water abruptly, splashing Snowy in the process. The dog barks at him as he swims across the pool, and pops his head out, looking up at the Captain, who is overdressed for the weather as per usual. He’s sporting a navy blue shirt with an anchor plastered on the front, and he wouldn’t be sweating so much if he didn’t top it off with a thick black cotton blazer, leather dress shoes, and wool pants.

The captain seems on edge, at least to Tintin, and he has no clue why. But he accepts the drink that’s put in his hand nonetheless. “Cheers.” He dips his head back, holding on to the rim of the pool with one hand, as he gulps down the lemonade. He can taste a dab of whiskey, but keeps quite, aware that the captain is a sly dog indeed.

It’s a shallow area, but Tintin steadies himself anyhow. Haddock watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows eagerly. The captain could feel the beads of sweat pooling at his brow and swipes at his forehead quickly. But Tintin notices, reading his disheveled state as something entirely different.

“Look at you, Captain, you’re completely flustered. This is no way to dress on such a hot summer’s day!” Tintin puts the drink down and extends his hand to Haddock, who simply stares at it.

“Come into the pool to cool off,” Tintin propositions. He licks his bottom lip and Haddock’s eyes follow his tongue, words falling to deaf ears.

Haddock hears a thump thump thump in his ears and it drives him mad until he realizes it’s only his blasted heartbeat. Why does the lad torture me? “You’re acting awfully weird today, Captain, take that jacket off at least.” A hand on Haddock’s calf thrusts him back into reality. “Wha-?”

Tintin is still stubbornly oblivious. “Kneel down then, I’ll get it for you, honestly…” Haddock obeys instantly and it feels like his heartbeat has screeched to a stop when Tintin grabs on to the lapels of his coat, struggling to roll the jacket over his shoulders. He shifts uncomfortably, praying that Tintin won’t notice him bulging out of his pants. The feeling is excruciating, an itch he can’t scratch. Now if only Tintin would move his hands south of the equator….

He doesn’t notice that Tintin has stopped moving. Small hands are now resting on his shoulders and pulling him in closer. Tintin doesn’t even have to notice the bulge; Haddock is sending signals that are flashing like red lights, utterly hard to miss now.

Tintin’s muscles ripple and the water sloshes in protest as he pulls himself out until he’s kneeling into the captain’s embrace. He nearly falls back into the water before a firm arm loops around his back and catches him. They stare at each other, panting.

“Can I kiss you?” he blushes at his own uncertainly. The captain answers by swooping in and catching his lips. His beard and mustache scratch against Tintin’s smooth skin, but it fuels his arousal rather than adds discomfort. Haddock grunts into the kiss and the hand on Tintin’s back slides down lower and cups his bum.

One squeeze has Tintin coming apart at the seams, his Speedos trapping his cock with severe tightness. He breaks away, catching his breath. “Come inside, Captain.” He’s perfectly aware of the innuendo in his statement and smirks when the captain’s eyes widen as expected.

Jacket piled on the floor, followed by everything else, and Haddock’s plopping into the water. Tintin whirls around and is greeted by the captain’s lips on his neck, his jaw, his lips. He scrambles wildly to support himself as his legs have inexplicably turned into jelly. The captain notices this and twists Tintin’s body around. He blindly curls his fingers and pulls against a notch in the ledge. His hands slip a little, but he gets a firm grasp.

The captain leaves no space between them as he presses against Tintin’s backside. He moans. “Oh, sweet Mary and Joseph, my little water nymph ya are” the captain croons, his lips resting in the nape of Tintin’s neck. Tintin feels like he’s about to explode and he just can’t seem to find the proper words, his tongue is numb. The captain senses this and presses his cock into the slight dip between Tintin’s arse cheeks, the Speedos resisting the motion.

He mumbles. “Confounded thing make your arse look gorgeous, but all it do is get in the way.” Tintin giggles and then blushes, thinking he sounds like a schoolgirl.

He grips Tintin from the front, one hand resting on the navel, and the other hand is anxiously yanking Tintin’s Speedos down. The water makes it a little smoother and he only rolls them down enough that Tintin’s cock springs out and his ass exposed. Haddock grips Tintin’s chest, breathing feverishly, and uses his free hand to knead his fingers between Tintin’s arse cheeks, teasing.

He whispers in Tintin’s ear. “Tell me what you want, lad.”

“I want you. Captain,” he gasps, but Haddock shakes his head stubbornly and continues to tease around his puckered hole. “No. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Tintin feels his cheeks redden again. You dirty, dirty man - he thinks.

“I want- I want you to-” his numb tongue makes him stumble over his words and he scrunches up his face as he tries to speak. “Yes?” the captain encourages in an almost antagonizing way. “Go on.” Tintin wants to curse the captain for putting him in this state. It’s abnormal for him to be at such a loss for words. But he’ll go along with it anyway.

“Oh, you sick son of a gun, Iwantyoutofuckme, Captain.” Haddock hears every word, but smiles and says, “sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, cotton in my ears.”

Tintin groans, feeling frustrated. “Please, just f-fuck me, Captain,” he breathes. “As you wish.” The captain murmurs and curls a finger, pressing it into Tintin’s arsehole. Tintin sighs with the sensation, nibbling on his lip when Haddock presses in further with his mouth and beard tickling Tintin’s shoulder blade. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

He chokes; body sagging a little in the water, but the captain will have none of that. He’s hoisted upright, and the finger seems to press even deeper into him as the hand on his chest smooth down to cup his balls. The finger stretches him sweetly and is joined by a second, scissoring him open as the Captain uses the hand on his cock to tease the head. Several strokes later, Tintin feels a current run through his body and he comes into the water. Haddock milks his orgasm for all its worth, replacing the fingers in Tintin’s ass with his cock.

The water is a retched lubricant, but Haddock eases in slowly. “Oh!” Tintin scrambles to hold on as Haddock slides into him until hips are pressing into his back. Snowy’s barking at them, obviously not understanding Tintin when he tells him off.

“Blasted dog!” Haddock yells, waving an arm threateningly and Snowy scampers off with his tail down, terrified. He pulls out and pushes flush against Tintin, consuming him with an embrace so powerful that Tintin can barely move as he’s fucked into the pool wall. Normally, Haddock’s rugged sailor nails would leave marks on his skin, but in the water, they simply glide over Tintin’s hips, not a scratch.

“Siren… water nymph…” Haddock pants between thrusts. “You’ve… bewitched… me.”

Tintin’s moans are soft as the Captain hits the spot that makes a thousand sirens swoon. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Captain.” Tintin knows when Haddock’s ready to burst, they’ve done this a hundred times. Occasionally, poor Nestor has to clean up the messes. “Just a little more-” and Haddocks comes, rocking into Tintin with shallow thrusts.

Tintin reaches an arm around awkwardly and holds Haddock to him.

“Stay, just for a moment.” Haddock grunts, his legs somewhat worn down, but he stays.

Later, they’re lying naked by the pool, Haddock sipping his drink and Tintin watching quietly. Snowy’s lying at their feet, relieved that the captain’s not snapping at him again.

“So… you were saying that my swim attire makes my arse look gorgeous, eh?” Tintin smiles with coy intent.

“Aye, it hugs you in all the right places.” Haddock pulls Tintin close to kiss him on the mouth, his lips skimming Tintin’s cheek as he pulls away. “You mean to say, my arse hugs your cock in all the right places, no?”

Haddock slaps his bum for affect, the slapping sound echoes obscenely loud. “Billions of Bavarian blue barnacles, you’re got quite a filthy mouth on yeh laddie.”

“As I’ve been told, you love this ‘filthy mouth’.” Tintin was always scheming, he knew what set the captain off, and he knew which buttons to push.

“You bet I do.” Haddock slaps his bum harder and Tintin winces, still smirking. “You’re a reporter, but a darn naughty one at that.”

“How ‘bout another, then? I see you’re eager.” Tintin cups Haddock’s slowly growing erection. He slides his fingers over it, hitting all the right spots. “’m not the only one that’s eager, lad.” But the captain obliges, folding Tintin’s legs until his knees are pushing into his armpits and pressing their chests together as he shoves into him in one go. Tintin was always quite limber.

Snowy, alarmed, runs away, this time, up to the bedroom for some peace and quiet. Their noises could still be heard from upstairs though.

Tintin’s already stretched out, they’re both tired, so when Haddock comes into him and pulls out, they simply lie there, smiling.

“I suppose I should wear my thong and garters next time” Tintin whispers, his expression neutral. He might as well have broken glass into Haddock’s eyes at that moment.

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