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Competitive Spirit
Classic Trek, Nyota Uhura/Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov, adult, not mine. Mistress Uhura has a challenge for her boys.
"I think," Uhura said, "That you boys should have a contest."
Sulu and Chekov looked at each other; it was Chekov who spoke first. "What kind of contest, Mistress?"
"Strip, both of you," she commanded. "Lie down beside me."
They did as they were ordered; she reached out and put a hand on each of their cocks. "I was thinking that I'd have you race to the finish, but that would be too easy." A wicked grin split her face. "Instead, I'll see who can hold out the longest. The winner gets me all to himself for a whole night."
Holding On For a Hero
Avengers, Phil Coulson(Steve Rogers), teen and up, not mine. Teenage!Coulson has a crush on Captain America.
TRIGGER WARNING: mention of bullying.
Phil Coulson had learned early; nobody would protect him from the bullies who'd beat him up just for being different. He'd survived by making himself a hard target.
But he always wished that just one person had his back. One person, one friend, he could depend on.
He'd wanted a hero.
As a boy, he'd idolized Captain America, and imagined him coming to his rescue. As a young man, his admiration took a more physical turn. There were many nights when he'd lie awake, imagining that instead of his own hands on his body, it was Steve Rogers touching him.
Synthesis
Doctor Who, auton!Rory Williams, teen and up, not mine. What do you THINK he was doing, all those years guarding the Pandorica?
The thing that had surprised Rory the most about being an Auton was how real everything felt. If he hadn't known, he would have thought he was a human.
Of course it felt real, he reminded himself. It had to be good enough to fool him into believing that he was the real Rory.
A week and a half into his chosen vigil, he decided to test exactly how good his artificial senses were. He leaned against the Pandorica, which was as close as he would get to Amy for millennia, and wrapped his (artificial) fingers around his (synthetic) cock.
Cocky Boys
Goldeneye, James Bond/Alec Trevelyan, adult, not mine. Just a random PWP.
In the back of the truck, bouncing down the dirt road heading into a war zone, there isn't room or comfort to do much of anything, but when James gives him that grin, Alec pulls out his cock and starts stroking it.
After a moment, James undoes his own zip. Alec feels his own tongue slide over his lower lip, his mouth suddenly dry, as James starts to stroke himself.
Alec adjusts his pace to match James stroke for stroke. For a few moments, even though they're cramped and uncomfortable, there is nowhere in the world he would rather be.
Long Distance Love
Robotech, Lisa Hayes/Rick Hunter, teen and up, not mine. What it says on the tin.
After a long day on the orbiting zero-g construction docks, Lisa comes back to her quarters, takes a shower, slips on her bathrobe and pours herself a glass of wine. Then she sits down in front of her communication screen, and calls Rick.
He answers on the first ring. Like her, he's dressed in a bathrobe. Easier access, she thinks, smirking.
For a long time they just talk, but then Rick starts telling her the story of the last time they were together, and she slips her hand between her legs as she falls under the spell of his voice.
Enforced Relaxation
Doctor Who, Tegan Jovanka/Nyssa of Traken, teen and up, not mine. Tegan takes being the coordinator very seriously, especially when it comes to Nyssa.
"Busy?" Tegan asks.
Nyssa barely looks up from the experiment she's been working on. This, Tegan decides, will never do. She wraps her arms around the other woman from behind. "You need to take a break. Relax for a few hours."
"Later."
"That's what I was going to say about your experiment. You'll be more efficient if you come to it fresh."
Nyssa scowled over her shoulder. "You may be the coordinator, but -- "
Tegan insinuates her fingers beneath Nyssa's waistband, and nudges her trousers lower. She traces circles down Nyssa's belly, until the other woman gasps, "All right, you win!"
Feeling the Lack
Pirates of the Caribbean, James Norrington, teen and up, not mine. Going through puberty is rough, especially on a sailing ship.
TRIGGER WARNING: an underage boy getting familiar with his hand.
Of all the things about shipboard life, the one that Midshipman James Norrington had the hardest time adjusting to is the lack of privacy. At home, he had a room of his own. Now, he shared the gun room with the Master Gunner, his wife, and eight other boys.
Now, he desperately wanted time to himself. He felt unaccustomed needs, needs that he knew were sinful, but that he was helpless to fight. So at night, when the lights were out, he buried his face into his pillow and took care of himself as quickly and quietly as he could.
Doing It Herself
Leverage, Parker, adult, not mine. Parker is very self-reliant.
Parker doesn't get people; relationships are hard for her. But she's learned one thing; that simply going up to men and asking if they would like to have sex with her generally results in them backing away slowly.
If she wants satisfaction, she decides, she has to do it herself.
So she goes out and buys several vibrators of various shapes and sizes. Flush from her latest heist, she can certainly afford it, and the clerks don't so much as bat an eye at the woman who spends nearly five hundred dollars on sex toys.
Then, it's time to experiment.
Caged Beast
Doctor Who, River Song, teen and up, not mine. The Stormcage is incredibly boring. River copes.
When the Doctor isn't there to take her out for a night (or several) of wedded bliss, the Stormcage is incredibly boring. During the day, River keeps herself sane with her calisthenics routine and research for an article she's writing and multiple plans to break herself out the next time she needs to race to the Doctor's rescue.
But the nights are the worst. After lights-out, they stretch to eternity, and she can feel every moment that lies between her and the next day.
In the dark, she dreams of the Doctor, and her hands drift down between her legs.
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Classic Trek, Nyota Uhura/Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov, adult, not mine. Mistress Uhura has a challenge for her boys.
"I think," Uhura said, "That you boys should have a contest."
Sulu and Chekov looked at each other; it was Chekov who spoke first. "What kind of contest, Mistress?"
"Strip, both of you," she commanded. "Lie down beside me."
They did as they were ordered; she reached out and put a hand on each of their cocks. "I was thinking that I'd have you race to the finish, but that would be too easy." A wicked grin split her face. "Instead, I'll see who can hold out the longest. The winner gets me all to himself for a whole night."
Holding On For a Hero
Avengers, Phil Coulson(Steve Rogers), teen and up, not mine. Teenage!Coulson has a crush on Captain America.
TRIGGER WARNING: mention of bullying.
Phil Coulson had learned early; nobody would protect him from the bullies who'd beat him up just for being different. He'd survived by making himself a hard target.
But he always wished that just one person had his back. One person, one friend, he could depend on.
He'd wanted a hero.
As a boy, he'd idolized Captain America, and imagined him coming to his rescue. As a young man, his admiration took a more physical turn. There were many nights when he'd lie awake, imagining that instead of his own hands on his body, it was Steve Rogers touching him.
Synthesis
Doctor Who, auton!Rory Williams, teen and up, not mine. What do you THINK he was doing, all those years guarding the Pandorica?
The thing that had surprised Rory the most about being an Auton was how real everything felt. If he hadn't known, he would have thought he was a human.
Of course it felt real, he reminded himself. It had to be good enough to fool him into believing that he was the real Rory.
A week and a half into his chosen vigil, he decided to test exactly how good his artificial senses were. He leaned against the Pandorica, which was as close as he would get to Amy for millennia, and wrapped his (artificial) fingers around his (synthetic) cock.
Cocky Boys
Goldeneye, James Bond/Alec Trevelyan, adult, not mine. Just a random PWP.
In the back of the truck, bouncing down the dirt road heading into a war zone, there isn't room or comfort to do much of anything, but when James gives him that grin, Alec pulls out his cock and starts stroking it.
After a moment, James undoes his own zip. Alec feels his own tongue slide over his lower lip, his mouth suddenly dry, as James starts to stroke himself.
Alec adjusts his pace to match James stroke for stroke. For a few moments, even though they're cramped and uncomfortable, there is nowhere in the world he would rather be.
Long Distance Love
Robotech, Lisa Hayes/Rick Hunter, teen and up, not mine. What it says on the tin.
After a long day on the orbiting zero-g construction docks, Lisa comes back to her quarters, takes a shower, slips on her bathrobe and pours herself a glass of wine. Then she sits down in front of her communication screen, and calls Rick.
He answers on the first ring. Like her, he's dressed in a bathrobe. Easier access, she thinks, smirking.
For a long time they just talk, but then Rick starts telling her the story of the last time they were together, and she slips her hand between her legs as she falls under the spell of his voice.
Enforced Relaxation
Doctor Who, Tegan Jovanka/Nyssa of Traken, teen and up, not mine. Tegan takes being the coordinator very seriously, especially when it comes to Nyssa.
"Busy?" Tegan asks.
Nyssa barely looks up from the experiment she's been working on. This, Tegan decides, will never do. She wraps her arms around the other woman from behind. "You need to take a break. Relax for a few hours."
"Later."
"That's what I was going to say about your experiment. You'll be more efficient if you come to it fresh."
Nyssa scowled over her shoulder. "You may be the coordinator, but -- "
Tegan insinuates her fingers beneath Nyssa's waistband, and nudges her trousers lower. She traces circles down Nyssa's belly, until the other woman gasps, "All right, you win!"
Feeling the Lack
Pirates of the Caribbean, James Norrington, teen and up, not mine. Going through puberty is rough, especially on a sailing ship.
TRIGGER WARNING: an underage boy getting familiar with his hand.
Of all the things about shipboard life, the one that Midshipman James Norrington had the hardest time adjusting to is the lack of privacy. At home, he had a room of his own. Now, he shared the gun room with the Master Gunner, his wife, and eight other boys.
Now, he desperately wanted time to himself. He felt unaccustomed needs, needs that he knew were sinful, but that he was helpless to fight. So at night, when the lights were out, he buried his face into his pillow and took care of himself as quickly and quietly as he could.
Doing It Herself
Leverage, Parker, adult, not mine. Parker is very self-reliant.
Parker doesn't get people; relationships are hard for her. But she's learned one thing; that simply going up to men and asking if they would like to have sex with her generally results in them backing away slowly.
If she wants satisfaction, she decides, she has to do it herself.
So she goes out and buys several vibrators of various shapes and sizes. Flush from her latest heist, she can certainly afford it, and the clerks don't so much as bat an eye at the woman who spends nearly five hundred dollars on sex toys.
Then, it's time to experiment.
Caged Beast
Doctor Who, River Song, teen and up, not mine. The Stormcage is incredibly boring. River copes.
When the Doctor isn't there to take her out for a night (or several) of wedded bliss, the Stormcage is incredibly boring. During the day, River keeps herself sane with her calisthenics routine and research for an article she's writing and multiple plans to break herself out the next time she needs to race to the Doctor's rescue.
But the nights are the worst. After lights-out, they stretch to eternity, and she can feel every moment that lies between her and the next day.
In the dark, she dreams of the Doctor, and her hands drift down between her legs.
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