Ficlet: Request Line (Duncan/Logan) NC17
Title: Request Line
Author: sadiekate
Pairing/Character: Duncan/Logan
Word Count: 675
Rating: NC-17 for slash, and a little implied Veronica/Lilly femslash
Summary: This is not romance. This is not roses and poetry and song dedications going out on the request line.
Spoilers/Warnings: Not a lot in the way of plot. Mostly just the slash. Predates the series, so nothing spoilery.
Notes: This one is for smidgy06, who made me a request I couldn't refuse.
Duncan knows he should probably feel bad about going down on his sister’s boyfriend. Beyond the obvious reasons why this is wrong, there are some things that shouldn’t be shared. But he knows Lilly, knows her tongue is probably slipping past his girlfriend’s lips right now, knows she’s probably running her hand up Veronica’s thigh. Lilly likes to gamble, and she likes to raise the stakes.
The thought of it - Lilly, winning, - makes him bite down on Logan’s cock, and he hears the other boy grunt before he comes. He shouldn’t be surprised. Logan likes it a little rough, and Duncan doesn’t want to think about what that means. He’s seen the marks on Logan’s back, and he knows where they came from.
He doesn’t kiss Logan when he’s done, just slides underneath the covers next to him. A tongue in the mouth is more intimate in ways a cock in the mouth isn’t. He doesn’t write the rules - the rules are unwritten anyway, and unspoken. But they both follow them to the letter.
There are certain things that aren’t done. And if you’re going to do them anyway, you certainly aren’t going to talk about them.
He leaves a careful amount of room between them - enough distance so they can’t accidentally touch, enough proximity so that he can feel Logan’s body heat radiating off him in waves. Logan is like a volcano, all stony façade and subterranean heat. Duncan knows that anger curls in Logan’s depths, coiled like a primitive thing, and wonders if that’s what fuels his heat. Duncan’s never felt things that strongly, and he wonders if that’s why his own skin feels so tepid in comparison.
Logan’s hand bridges the gap between them, slides into the boxers that Duncan wears to sleep in. He feels Logan’s hand encircle his cock, struggles to keep his breathing even. Even a gasp would make this too real - gasps are so close to words.
The door cracks open a little, and Duncan sees his mother’s silhouette, framed in the hallway light. The Kanes aren’t happy about Duncan’s girlfriend and Lilly’s boyfriend spending the night every weekend, but they can’t exactly say no. They take turns doing bed checks at odd times, making sure gender lines are divided, like a middle-school dance. Duncan thinks sometimes that it would be hysterical to see the look on Celeste’s face if she walked in on Duncan swallowing while another boy came in his mouth. She’d probably be thrilled if everyone started having heterosexual teenage sex after that.
Nonetheless, he stills his body as her eyes adjust to the dark, keeps his breathing deep, feigning sleep. Logan’s hand still moves subtly under the covers - he’s a gambler, like Lilly - but Celeste doesn’t notice, and she clicks the door closed and moves on. Duncan kicks Logan hard in the shin, his first concession ever that this is something that’s actually happening. Logan moves his fist faster, more aggressively, and Duncan tries to switch his thoughts back to something he should be thinking about, to Veronica, but she’s only ever touched him once, and it wasn’t like this, and he lets out a shuddering sigh.
Logan hands him the box of tissues, and he goes to the bathroom to clean himself up. He splashes water on his face, and he can hear the muted voices of his parents down the hall. They’re arguing about something, and he wonders why they stay up late on weekends and haunt the halls, making sure everyone is in the proper place.
He thinks that maybe if they stopped checking, nothing would really change. Maybe everyone is in the proper place after all.
When he comes back to bed, Logan is already asleep, jaw slack, snoring slightly. Duncan wonders if this is how wives feel years into marriage, when romance is starting to wane. But this is not romance. This is not roses and poetry and song dedications going out on the request line.
When Logan rolls over and tangles their legs together, Duncan thinks it might even be better.
Author: sadiekate
Pairing/Character: Duncan/Logan
Word Count: 675
Rating: NC-17 for slash, and a little implied Veronica/Lilly femslash
Summary: This is not romance. This is not roses and poetry and song dedications going out on the request line.
Spoilers/Warnings: Not a lot in the way of plot. Mostly just the slash. Predates the series, so nothing spoilery.
Notes: This one is for smidgy06, who made me a request I couldn't refuse.
Duncan knows he should probably feel bad about going down on his sister’s boyfriend. Beyond the obvious reasons why this is wrong, there are some things that shouldn’t be shared. But he knows Lilly, knows her tongue is probably slipping past his girlfriend’s lips right now, knows she’s probably running her hand up Veronica’s thigh. Lilly likes to gamble, and she likes to raise the stakes.
The thought of it - Lilly, winning, - makes him bite down on Logan’s cock, and he hears the other boy grunt before he comes. He shouldn’t be surprised. Logan likes it a little rough, and Duncan doesn’t want to think about what that means. He’s seen the marks on Logan’s back, and he knows where they came from.
He doesn’t kiss Logan when he’s done, just slides underneath the covers next to him. A tongue in the mouth is more intimate in ways a cock in the mouth isn’t. He doesn’t write the rules - the rules are unwritten anyway, and unspoken. But they both follow them to the letter.
There are certain things that aren’t done. And if you’re going to do them anyway, you certainly aren’t going to talk about them.
He leaves a careful amount of room between them - enough distance so they can’t accidentally touch, enough proximity so that he can feel Logan’s body heat radiating off him in waves. Logan is like a volcano, all stony façade and subterranean heat. Duncan knows that anger curls in Logan’s depths, coiled like a primitive thing, and wonders if that’s what fuels his heat. Duncan’s never felt things that strongly, and he wonders if that’s why his own skin feels so tepid in comparison.
Logan’s hand bridges the gap between them, slides into the boxers that Duncan wears to sleep in. He feels Logan’s hand encircle his cock, struggles to keep his breathing even. Even a gasp would make this too real - gasps are so close to words.
The door cracks open a little, and Duncan sees his mother’s silhouette, framed in the hallway light. The Kanes aren’t happy about Duncan’s girlfriend and Lilly’s boyfriend spending the night every weekend, but they can’t exactly say no. They take turns doing bed checks at odd times, making sure gender lines are divided, like a middle-school dance. Duncan thinks sometimes that it would be hysterical to see the look on Celeste’s face if she walked in on Duncan swallowing while another boy came in his mouth. She’d probably be thrilled if everyone started having heterosexual teenage sex after that.
Nonetheless, he stills his body as her eyes adjust to the dark, keeps his breathing deep, feigning sleep. Logan’s hand still moves subtly under the covers - he’s a gambler, like Lilly - but Celeste doesn’t notice, and she clicks the door closed and moves on. Duncan kicks Logan hard in the shin, his first concession ever that this is something that’s actually happening. Logan moves his fist faster, more aggressively, and Duncan tries to switch his thoughts back to something he should be thinking about, to Veronica, but she’s only ever touched him once, and it wasn’t like this, and he lets out a shuddering sigh.
Logan hands him the box of tissues, and he goes to the bathroom to clean himself up. He splashes water on his face, and he can hear the muted voices of his parents down the hall. They’re arguing about something, and he wonders why they stay up late on weekends and haunt the halls, making sure everyone is in the proper place.
He thinks that maybe if they stopped checking, nothing would really change. Maybe everyone is in the proper place after all.
When he comes back to bed, Logan is already asleep, jaw slack, snoring slightly. Duncan wonders if this is how wives feel years into marriage, when romance is starting to wane. But this is not romance. This is not roses and poetry and song dedications going out on the request line.
When Logan rolls over and tangles their legs together, Duncan thinks it might even be better.