Lovers 100 : One Wild Night
Title: One Wild Night
Summery: Theodore realized they were in for one wild night.
Prompt: 029. Blindfold
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13/R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore let out a shiver as James’s fingertips traced teasingly down the length of his spine. His mouth slowly twisted into a cocky grin, “You’re getting bolder, James.”
“Am I?” James asked, voice quiet and soft, betraying nothing. He continued to stroke the length of Theodore’s bare back.
“I think,” Theodore inhaled sharply, “…I’m beginning to wear off on you…”
James made a small noise of acknowledgement, as though he were considering the idea.
Theodore let himself be led down to lie flat on his belly by strong guiding hands, pushing against the rippling muscles of his shoulder blades. The soft fabric of the pillow was cool against his warming cheek. He felt the mattress shift as James maneuvered on the bed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a long, lean arm reach to the small dressed by the bedside.
The drawer pulled open with a squeak, and a slender hand disappeared inside, withdrawing something swiftly, receding into his palm.
Theodore’s grin only widened. The hands came down against his the small of his back, slowly drawing their way upwards until long fingers curled around his shoulders and teased the loose length of his dark brown hair.
James leaned down, body hovering just above Theodore’s. His knee slid up between Theodore’s legs, inching them apart. He idly threaded a finger or two through Theodore’s hair, before dipping his head down to press his lips close to his ear.
His breath was hot and moist against him, tickling the sensitive skin, as he whispered.
Theodore’s eyes fluttered and his brow shifted slightly as a dark band of cloth was slowly drawn over his eyes. It was pulled taut and fastened at the back of his head, blocking out his sight and all light.
James’s hand was against the back of his neck as he told him in a low command to sit back up, guiding his slow and blind movements.
“James…” Theodore murmured, feeling his hands leave him, again.
James hesitated before leaning in close, lips just brushing against his lover’s.
“Touch me.”
There was a pause before Theodore reached a clumsy hand out. James did not remain still. Fingers came to close around a wrist.
James kissed him, drawing forth a low moan. He sucked lightly on his bottom lip, before rubbing his forehead against Theodore’s nose and cheek.
His voice was husky in his ear, darkened and dangerous, “Tease me… touch me… pleasure me…”
Theodore drew in a sharp gasp as hard, velvety skin brushed against his thigh, igniting his own passion as it began to pool at his groin.
“You don’t have your eyes,” James took his hands in his, laying them against his chest before drawing them back again, plunging Theodore into darkness, “Use everything else…”
Theodore leaned forward, reaching, but this time his hands did not connect with warm flesh, but the cool linen of the bed sheets.
“Take me.” James’s voice whispered, from somewhere in the vast darkness of their bedroom, and before his eyes.
Summery: Theodore realized they were in for one wild night.
Prompt: 029. Blindfold
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13/R
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore let out a shiver as James’s fingertips traced teasingly down the length of his spine. His mouth slowly twisted into a cocky grin, “You’re getting bolder, James.”
“Am I?” James asked, voice quiet and soft, betraying nothing. He continued to stroke the length of Theodore’s bare back.
“I think,” Theodore inhaled sharply, “…I’m beginning to wear off on you…”
James made a small noise of acknowledgement, as though he were considering the idea.
Theodore let himself be led down to lie flat on his belly by strong guiding hands, pushing against the rippling muscles of his shoulder blades. The soft fabric of the pillow was cool against his warming cheek. He felt the mattress shift as James maneuvered on the bed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a long, lean arm reach to the small dressed by the bedside.
The drawer pulled open with a squeak, and a slender hand disappeared inside, withdrawing something swiftly, receding into his palm.
Theodore’s grin only widened. The hands came down against his the small of his back, slowly drawing their way upwards until long fingers curled around his shoulders and teased the loose length of his dark brown hair.
James leaned down, body hovering just above Theodore’s. His knee slid up between Theodore’s legs, inching them apart. He idly threaded a finger or two through Theodore’s hair, before dipping his head down to press his lips close to his ear.
His breath was hot and moist against him, tickling the sensitive skin, as he whispered.
Theodore’s eyes fluttered and his brow shifted slightly as a dark band of cloth was slowly drawn over his eyes. It was pulled taut and fastened at the back of his head, blocking out his sight and all light.
James’s hand was against the back of his neck as he told him in a low command to sit back up, guiding his slow and blind movements.
“James…” Theodore murmured, feeling his hands leave him, again.
James hesitated before leaning in close, lips just brushing against his lover’s.
“Touch me.”
There was a pause before Theodore reached a clumsy hand out. James did not remain still. Fingers came to close around a wrist.
James kissed him, drawing forth a low moan. He sucked lightly on his bottom lip, before rubbing his forehead against Theodore’s nose and cheek.
His voice was husky in his ear, darkened and dangerous, “Tease me… touch me… pleasure me…”
Theodore drew in a sharp gasp as hard, velvety skin brushed against his thigh, igniting his own passion as it began to pool at his groin.
“You don’t have your eyes,” James took his hands in his, laying them against his chest before drawing them back again, plunging Theodore into darkness, “Use everything else…”
Theodore leaned forward, reaching, but this time his hands did not connect with warm flesh, but the cool linen of the bed sheets.
“Take me.” James’s voice whispered, from somewhere in the vast darkness of their bedroom, and before his eyes.