MMOM Day 3: To the Victor Go the Spoils (James Bond/Alec Trevelyan, drabble)
This fic is rated: R
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Summary: for James, everything is a competition
Warnings: two guys jerking off
Word Count: 100
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland, bond_slash, mmom
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note:
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other recognizable characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
"Why is everything a bloody competition with you?" Alec complained.
James shrugged, and stroked himself harder, faster. Alec picked up the pace to match, and let his head tip back on the couch they were sharing. He closed his eyes, cupped his sack with his other hand.
James narrowed his eyes and stroked faster. After a long minute, though, he slowed. Turned his head to watch Alec.
Brow furrowed in concentration, mouth hanging half-open, gasping in rhythm with his strokes, Alec came. Almost spontaneously, James joined him.
Afterward, James leaned over to kiss Alec. "To the victor go the spoils."
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Summary: for James, everything is a competition
Warnings: two guys jerking off
Word Count: 100
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland, bond_slash, mmom
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note:
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other recognizable characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
"Why is everything a bloody competition with you?" Alec complained.
James shrugged, and stroked himself harder, faster. Alec picked up the pace to match, and let his head tip back on the couch they were sharing. He closed his eyes, cupped his sack with his other hand.
James narrowed his eyes and stroked faster. After a long minute, though, he slowed. Turned his head to watch Alec.
Brow furrowed in concentration, mouth hanging half-open, gasping in rhythm with his strokes, Alec came. Almost spontaneously, James joined him.
Afterward, James leaned over to kiss Alec. "To the victor go the spoils."