Fill: Or is It Just You? (2/3)
anonymous
June 9 2011, 06:13:11 UTC
Glancing back at Alan he was immediately distracted at how sweat and moisture from the pop can had dampened the hair at the back of his neck. It was dark and curling and Flynn's fingers twitched with the desire to touch.
"Uhm." Flynn blinked and came to focus on Alan's face, which was slightly turned in an interesting way, pointedly not looking at Kevin. Maybe it was time to concede that no work was getting done, and just send Alan home before their professional relationship got figuratively and possibly literally fucked.
"Flynn!" One of the girls from the arcade came charging up the stairs. Her hair was frazzled in the humidity, her face pink and shiny. She stopped in the doorway, gasping for air. "Macy said she wasn't feeling well, and she fainted!"
"Ah, fuck!" Flynn dashed down the stairs and found two more of his teens in the employee lounge, trying to prop the woozy Macy up. "Jenni, get her some water." The girl who had fetched him ran off to do so.
"How you doing, kiddo?" He asked Macy as she came around with some help from Jenni's water.
"Kinda nauseous."
"Dehydration. Okay, Macy, go call your mom." He looked at the rest of the girls. They looked almost as bad as Macy, all of them wilting. He addressed the group. "That's it, we're closing down for the day. Finish your tasks, then go home and run through a sprinkler or- What?
With Macy recovered the girls had started looking at him funny and giggling. "Boss, where's your shirt?" They all busted out laughing then, like a pack of wild hyenas. Teenage girls. Disturbing. He had only just overheard Jenni whisper to another girl, "He was upstairs with Mr. Bradley." Which set off another fit of giggles.
"Never mind your closing tasks. Just get out of here. You'll be paid for the full shift."
The girls immediately scattered, grabbing their things and heading out the back with a chorus of "Thanks, Boss!" And "See ya, Boss!"
Flynn sighed and ran a hand through his hair, thanking God he only had a son.
He shut down the staff area and went out to the game floor. Only one customer was still there. A regular, Daryl, was sweating over the controls of Space Paranoids. "Come on, D, closing up."
"Nooo, I'm so close!"
Flynn looked at the screen. "No, you're not."
"But-"
"Don't make me throw you out, man!" As if he could really make good on the threat of taking out the 270lb twenty-something.
"Okay, dude, okay. Hey, where's your shirt?"
"Been playing strip poker with some super models, and we need our privacy."
"Really? Can I-"
"Get out!"
Once Daryl was finally out the door, Flynn locked them. He opened the electrical box and switched off the power to the main floor. The sudden silence already made the air seem cooler.
He trudged up the stairs. "Closed up, Alan, we might as well- What are you doing?"
Bradley was on the floor, on his back, his shirt completely unbuttoned and spread out underneath him. His arms were crossed over his eyes. "Nicer on the floor," he explained. "Pop's got warm, too. Could you get me some ice?"
All other brain processes screeched to a halt as he was reminded of his earlier stray fantasy. It was all the more vivid now that Bradley's smooth chest and abdomen were exposed. He could see it so clearly: taking an ice cube in each hand, sliding them around the rosy nipple, and how his stomach muscles would clench and tremble. Maybe his back would arch as he gasped and then...
No! No no no no no. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. It was too damn hot to contemplate strenuous physical activity, slick skin, and extra body heat.
"Flynn, everything okay?" Alan brought his arms down to lean back on as he squinted up at his friend.
God, Kevin hoped Bradley's eyes were bad enough without his glasses. Otherwise, there was no way of hiding the erection he was now sporting, thanks to his dirty, treacherous mind. "Y'know, it is pretty bad in here," he said, edging along the room trying to keep his distance as he made his way to the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a," Cold, cold, very cold, "shower."
Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)
anonymous
June 9 2011, 06:18:20 UTC
He slipped in the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. "Why you gotta complicate everything?" Flynn frowned down at the straining front of his jeans. He moaned in relief, as unzipped, finally getting his pants and underwear off.
He turned on the shower, twisting the knob all the way in the blue. He hopped into the small cubicle, closing the opaque glass door. He gasped in shock at the cold water, shuddering a couple times before he became accustomed to the temperature. It was really nice and refreshing after the heavy heat in the rest of the building. As for his other problem... Even in the face of the cold water his dick was persistent and still smugly straining upward.
Well, nothing else for it. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, starting with slow stokes. Unsurprisingly, his thoughts drifted back to Alan. Lying on the floor, shirt open, no! This was completely for himself now, he could make it go however he wanted. So, lying the floor, completely naked. His skin glistening as he writhed in the heat, moaning Kevin's name, begging to be touched.
Kevin had his eyes shut, head tipped back against the wall as his hand worked. The shower door sliding open startled the hell out of him. He snatched his hand away from himself and slipped. Thankfully, there was no way of actually falling in the small shower. "Alan! What the fuck?"
"You're being very selfish." Dumbstruck, Flynn just stared. Alan had completely removed his shirt finally, along with his pants apparently, and was standing in his bathroom in only a pair of striped boxer shorts. A pair of tented boxer shorts. He didn't know how long Alan had been standing there, and even with the opaque glass, he could not mistake what Flynn had been doing. "Hogging the shower, and leaving me to suffer and swelter on my own?"
"You want to come in?"
Alan grinned and slipped out of his boxers. Heart hammering, Flynn tried to make space, but the stall was barely room enough for one grown man. With two, they were pressed against each other the moment Alan stepped in. They both hissed and swore, but for different reasons. Flynn, for the way Alan's hardness slid against his own length; Bradley because he hadn't expected the freezing cold water. Alan reached for the knob and turned it to a more tolerable temperature. "There, that's-"
Flynn grabbed Alan's head and pulled it down. They exchanged salt-water kisses as their hips moved in time, cocks sliding easily against wet bodies. Flynn smoothed his hands done Alan's chest, and finally took the other man's tempting nipples between his fingers. Bradley hissed and nipped at Flynn's lip in retaliation.
Flynn slid his hands around Alan's ribs and lower to grab that amazing ass and pull their bodies even closer. Alan broke away from the kiss to lap at the water streaming down Kevin's neck. Head wheeling from being in a situation he thought impossible an hour ago, Flynn found himself daring enough to move a hand, slide a finger down between Alan's cheeks and rubbed at the small entrance he found there.
The noise Alan made was an impossibly sexy mix of a groan, a choke, and a gasp. His thrusts against Kevin became more forceful, faster. Flynn could feel his own blood boiling up again, surging heat through his body, but settling in his groin.
"Kevin, I- I can't." Hearing and feeling Bradley's control slipping, Flynn let go of his own. As his orgasm overtook him, Flynn pressed against Alan as if he was trying to climb inside him, and probably was. They shouted out together as liquid heat poured out between their bodies, only to soon be washed away by the cool water.
Alan was slumped against the side of the shower, Flynn's limp weight heavy against him. The water streamed over and between them, aiding in their recovery. Flynn pushed himself off and turned the shower off.
The two men stared at each other, the only sounds echoing against the tile was the steady beat of dripping water and their heavy breathing. "So,uh, that happened." Flynn immediately winced at the lameness of the statement.
"Yes, it did," Alan agreed.
"So..."
"So now we can go somewhere with working air and actually get some work done?"
Re: Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)severaJune 14 2011, 05:29:32 UTC
Wah. Already posted full version at the Tron Slash comm, so not bothering to log out.
Thank you! That's the fun of limited POV; your chosen character not always accurately aware of what's going on until its too late. Glad you liked the shower sex. I'm still pretty new to actually writing more explicit fic.
Re: Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)
anonymous
June 9 2011, 14:28:32 UTC
LOL! I love how Tron-like Alan is at the end. It's kind of like how Tron was with Yori in the deleted scene. Her rooms all pretty, and Yori has gone all sparkle!cape, and the words out of Tron's mouth was "How do we get to the I.O. tower?" XD
I'm guessing Alan's eyes without his glasses aren't that bad, since he managed to figure out just why Kevin wasn't getting any work done.
Re: Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)noctavalJune 9 2011, 15:01:00 UTC
Love it! "Why you gotta complicate everything?" Flynn frowned down at the straining front of his jeans. Hilarious! And I love the ending - Alan is srs bsns, man. :3
Re: Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 04:07:44 UTC
Man... When I saw this prompt on the kinkmeme, I thought to myself--"I think this is gonna make a gorgeous fic." Thanks for making this a real fic, better than what I had even imagined.
Re: Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)severaJune 14 2011, 05:45:47 UTC
writer de-anon btw
The thing about the prompt that got me which the OP probably didn't intend, was how concerned I was for the staff and costumers if the A/C was broke down. So, I had to include them (to also make sure they were shooed away for better Flynn/Alan privacy).
I'm sure Flynn's given his erection a talking-to about inappropriate behaviour on more than one occasion.
Re: Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)xandriJune 21 2011, 05:35:22 UTC
The thing about the prompt that got me which the OP probably didn't intend, was how concerned I was for the staff and costumers if the A/C was broke down. So, I had to include them (to also make sure they were shooed away for better Flynn/Alan privacy).
AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT. Not the OP, but seriously, great job.
Re: Fill: Or is It Just You? (3/3)allronix1July 22 2011, 11:31:19 UTC
*snerk*
Full confession: I'm totally willing to see Flynn as a case of "bi the way" (Translation for the non-Tropers: Someone who likes both, but doesn't make a huge deal about it nor hide it). Alan's a much harder sell, especially for any fic that doesn't make explicit what went on with Lora.
"Nah, be a man, sweat it out. Hey, think of it as like one those Indian sweat lodges. We'll be purifying ourselves and become more spiritually connected."
"And that'll help us make video games?"
Flynn flopped down on the couch. "Whatever works."
LOL. Oh, Great. I can actually HEAR the voices involved. Question for the fanbase - do you think Flynn was always a little interested in spirituality, or did a combination of getting drafted into a holy war and Jordan's untimely shove into the fridge car crash prompt it?
"Okay, dude, okay. Hey, where's your shirt?"
"Been playing strip poker with some super models, and we need our privacy."
*giggling insanely* Between the Yaoi-fangirl prototypes and this...And then he goes back upstairs, and his auxiliary brain kicks into override seeing his (very good-looking) pal on the floor and praying Alan's blind as a bat...
And then we find that our darling Alan is quite capable of shocking his crazy pal once in a while. Followed by some bits that are hotter than summer in LA.
And finished with the crowner. "So now we can go somewhere with working air and actually get some work done?"
"Uhm." Flynn blinked and came to focus on Alan's face, which was slightly turned in an interesting way, pointedly not looking at Kevin. Maybe it was time to concede that no work was getting done, and just send Alan home before their professional relationship got figuratively and possibly literally fucked.
"Flynn!" One of the girls from the arcade came charging up the stairs. Her hair was frazzled in the humidity, her face pink and shiny. She stopped in the doorway, gasping for air. "Macy said she wasn't feeling well, and she fainted!"
"Ah, fuck!" Flynn dashed down the stairs and found two more of his teens in the employee lounge, trying to prop the woozy Macy up. "Jenni, get her some water." The girl who had fetched him ran off to do so.
"How you doing, kiddo?" He asked Macy as she came around with some help from Jenni's water.
"Kinda nauseous."
"Dehydration. Okay, Macy, go call your mom." He looked at the rest of the girls. They looked almost as bad as Macy, all of them wilting. He addressed the group. "That's it, we're closing down for the day. Finish your tasks, then go home and run through a sprinkler or- What?
With Macy recovered the girls had started looking at him funny and giggling. "Boss, where's your shirt?" They all busted out laughing then, like a pack of wild hyenas. Teenage girls. Disturbing. He had only just overheard Jenni whisper to another girl, "He was upstairs with Mr. Bradley." Which set off another fit of giggles.
"Never mind your closing tasks. Just get out of here. You'll be paid for the full shift."
The girls immediately scattered, grabbing their things and heading out the back with a chorus of "Thanks, Boss!" And "See ya, Boss!"
Flynn sighed and ran a hand through his hair, thanking God he only had a son.
He shut down the staff area and went out to the game floor. Only one customer was still there. A regular, Daryl, was sweating over the controls of Space Paranoids. "Come on, D, closing up."
"Nooo, I'm so close!"
Flynn looked at the screen. "No, you're not."
"But-"
"Don't make me throw you out, man!" As if he could really make good on the threat of taking out the 270lb twenty-something.
"Okay, dude, okay. Hey, where's your shirt?"
"Been playing strip poker with some super models, and we need our privacy."
"Really? Can I-"
"Get out!"
Once Daryl was finally out the door, Flynn locked them. He opened the electrical box and switched off the power to the main floor. The sudden silence already made the air seem cooler.
He trudged up the stairs. "Closed up, Alan, we might as well- What are you doing?"
Bradley was on the floor, on his back, his shirt completely unbuttoned and spread out underneath him. His arms were crossed over his eyes. "Nicer on the floor," he explained. "Pop's got warm, too. Could you get me some ice?"
All other brain processes screeched to a halt as he was reminded of his earlier stray fantasy. It was all the more vivid now that Bradley's smooth chest and abdomen were exposed. He could see it so clearly: taking an ice cube in each hand, sliding them around the rosy nipple, and how his stomach muscles would clench and tremble. Maybe his back would arch as he gasped and then...
No! No no no no no. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. It was too damn hot to contemplate strenuous physical activity, slick skin, and extra body heat.
"Flynn, everything okay?" Alan brought his arms down to lean back on as he squinted up at his friend.
God, Kevin hoped Bradley's eyes were bad enough without his glasses. Otherwise, there was no way of hiding the erection he was now sporting, thanks to his dirty, treacherous mind. "Y'know, it is pretty bad in here," he said, edging along the room trying to keep his distance as he made his way to the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a," Cold, cold, very cold, "shower."
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He turned on the shower, twisting the knob all the way in the blue. He hopped into the small cubicle, closing the opaque glass door. He gasped in shock at the cold water, shuddering a couple times before he became accustomed to the temperature. It was really nice and refreshing after the heavy heat in the rest of the building. As for his other problem... Even in the face of the cold water his dick was persistent and still smugly straining upward.
Well, nothing else for it. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, starting with slow stokes. Unsurprisingly, his thoughts drifted back to Alan. Lying on the floor, shirt open, no! This was completely for himself now, he could make it go however he wanted. So, lying the floor, completely naked. His skin glistening as he writhed in the heat, moaning Kevin's name, begging to be touched.
Kevin had his eyes shut, head tipped back against the wall as his hand worked. The shower door sliding open startled the hell out of him. He snatched his hand away from himself and slipped. Thankfully, there was no way of actually falling in the small shower. "Alan! What the fuck?"
"You're being very selfish." Dumbstruck, Flynn just stared. Alan had completely removed his shirt finally, along with his pants apparently, and was standing in his bathroom in only a pair of striped boxer shorts. A pair of tented boxer shorts. He didn't know how long Alan had been standing there, and even with the opaque glass, he could not mistake what Flynn had been doing. "Hogging the shower, and leaving me to suffer and swelter on my own?"
"You want to come in?"
Alan grinned and slipped out of his boxers. Heart hammering, Flynn tried to make space, but the stall was barely room enough for one grown man. With two, they were pressed against each other the moment Alan stepped in. They both hissed and swore, but for different reasons. Flynn, for the way Alan's hardness slid against his own length; Bradley because he hadn't expected the freezing cold water. Alan reached for the knob and turned it to a more tolerable temperature. "There, that's-"
Flynn grabbed Alan's head and pulled it down. They exchanged salt-water kisses as their hips moved in time, cocks sliding easily against wet bodies. Flynn smoothed his hands done Alan's chest, and finally took the other man's tempting nipples between his fingers. Bradley hissed and nipped at Flynn's lip in retaliation.
Flynn slid his hands around Alan's ribs and lower to grab that amazing ass and pull their bodies even closer. Alan broke away from the kiss to lap at the water streaming down Kevin's neck. Head wheeling from being in a situation he thought impossible an hour ago, Flynn found himself daring enough to move a hand, slide a finger down between Alan's cheeks and rubbed at the small entrance he found there.
The noise Alan made was an impossibly sexy mix of a groan, a choke, and a gasp. His thrusts against Kevin became more forceful, faster. Flynn could feel his own blood boiling up again, surging heat through his body, but settling in his groin.
"Kevin, I- I can't." Hearing and feeling Bradley's control slipping, Flynn let go of his own. As his orgasm overtook him, Flynn pressed against Alan as if he was trying to climb inside him, and probably was. They shouted out together as liquid heat poured out between their bodies, only to soon be washed away by the cool water.
Alan was slumped against the side of the shower, Flynn's limp weight heavy against him. The water streamed over and between them, aiding in their recovery. Flynn pushed himself off and turned the shower off.
The two men stared at each other, the only sounds echoing against the tile was the steady beat of dripping water and their heavy breathing. "So,uh, that happened." Flynn immediately winced at the lameness of the statement.
"Yes, it did," Alan agreed.
"So..."
"So now we can go somewhere with working air and actually get some work done?"
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Thank you! That's the fun of limited POV; your chosen character not always accurately aware of what's going on until its too late. Glad you liked the shower sex. I'm still pretty new to actually writing more explicit fic.
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I'm guessing Alan's eyes without his glasses aren't that bad, since he managed to figure out just why Kevin wasn't getting any work done.
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I didn't even think about that when writing the end! But, yeah, it totally is just like Tron. Aw, the bit doesn't fall far from the logic tree.
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"Why you gotta complicate everything?" Flynn frowned down at the straining front of his jeans.
Hilarious! And I love the ending - Alan is srs bsns, man. :3
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Talking to their penises is one of those I've always assumed all men do. I may be wrong. And a part of me doesn't want to know if I am.
<3 Alan, always did prefer the more reliable, focused type myself. ;)
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Yessss. <3
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Thank you for commenting! I spent a lot of time just imagining it myself well before I ever put pen to paper.
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And also, Flynn talking to his erection. XD
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The thing about the prompt that got me which the OP probably didn't intend, was how concerned I was for the staff and costumers if the A/C was broke down. So, I had to include them (to also make sure they were shooed away for better Flynn/Alan privacy).
I'm sure Flynn's given his erection a talking-to about inappropriate behaviour on more than one occasion.
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AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT. Not the OP, but seriously, great job.
OH GOD, DARYL. It's still hilarious. XD
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Full confession: I'm totally willing to see Flynn as a case of "bi the way" (Translation for the non-Tropers: Someone who likes both, but doesn't make a huge deal about it nor hide it). Alan's a much harder sell, especially for any fic that doesn't make explicit what went on with Lora.
"Nah, be a man, sweat it out. Hey, think of it as like one those Indian sweat lodges. We'll be purifying ourselves and become more spiritually connected."
"And that'll help us make video games?"
Flynn flopped down on the couch. "Whatever works."
LOL. Oh, Great. I can actually HEAR the voices involved. Question for the fanbase - do you think Flynn was always a little interested in spirituality, or did a combination of getting drafted into a holy war and Jordan's untimely shove into the fridge car crash prompt it?
"Okay, dude, okay. Hey, where's your shirt?"
"Been playing strip poker with some super models, and we need our privacy."
*giggling insanely* Between the Yaoi-fangirl prototypes and this...And then he goes back upstairs, and his auxiliary brain kicks into override seeing his (very good-looking) pal on the floor and praying Alan's blind as a bat...
And then we find that our darling Alan is quite capable of shocking his crazy pal once in a while. Followed by some bits that are hotter than summer in LA.
And finished with the crowner. "So now we can go somewhere with working air and actually get some work done?"
Terminal case of the giggles here.
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