Lovers 100 : Distracted
Title: Distracted
Summery: “And’ you’re such a tease…”
Prompt: 069. Tease
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Andrew calmly pushed Theodore’s hand and suggestively wiggling fingers off his side and continued reading, flipping the page over, unperturbed.
“Teddy…” He said warningly, as the very same hands came back up to fondle his hips, again.
Theodore shifted in his chair and scooted closer to where Andrew stood, undeterred.
Andrew slapped his hand, making a scolding noise as though he were pushing an overly friendly puppy back down.
“And’…” Theodore murmured in a low and sultry voice, “And’, darling… come here…”
“I’m in the middle of this, Teddy.” Andrew said, distractedly. He frowned and turned the page over again, rereading a section. “For the love of… Go bother James!”
“James doesn’t have this.”
Andrew let out a surprised cross between a squeak and a squeal as two grabby hands clamped down on his bum. “TEDDY!”
Theodore giggled, “I knew I’d get your attention, yet.”
Andrew huffed, pulling away and out of Theodore’s reach.
“And’, you’re such a tease…”
Andrew rolled his eyes skyward, “Tease implies response, Theo. There had been no response. And there will not be, ever, if you keep it up!”
Whatever his reasons were, Theodore did not stop. He stood and sauntered up behind him, laying his hands on his shoulders, massaging them. He leaned close and whispered huskily into his ear, lips just brushing his skin, “You’re so covered, today… what is it that you’re wearing beneath such a heavy coat…”
“You know perfectly well what I’m wearing, Theodore, as you watched me dress this morning. Now honestly- we are on duty!”
“I fail to see where the issue lies in that…” Theodore grazed his teeth along the tip of his ear.
Andrew drew in a sharp breath. “It means that it’s entirely inappropriate and sailing into dangerous waters. There’s too big of a risk of being discovered.”
“The door is locked. For all anyone knows we’re out of the office. These walls are stone, and the door heavy. The curtains can be drawn easily enough.”
“There is also work to be done, though I’m sure you don’t care much about that. I however, do. Now if you please…” Andrew turned and pushed him back, forcing him back to his seat behind his desk.
Theodore reached out and took hold of his hips, pulling him back into his lap, where he landed with an oomph, long legs sprawling out in front of him as arms waved in attempt to regain a hold.
He grinned and swooped in to kiss him.
Andrew slowly stopped his struggles as he settled against him, assured by the strong arms around his waist that he wasn’t going to fall. His hand loosened, and the distracting pages slipped down to the floor.
Theodore drew back, noses still touching, as they both breathed hard, Andrew’s face flushed. “I knew you’d welcome the distraction.” He grinned.
Andrew whimpered as his hand slid forward, coming to cup the growing bulge in his breeches.
Theodore stroked him gently through the thin fabric. His slow ministrations and teasing fingers drew forth a heated moan and Andrew thrust his hips upward to meet them. He reached his hand back, clutching a handful of powdered wig tightly.
“Teddy…”
“What do you want, love?” Theodore asked, voice scarcely audible, though his lips were pressed against his ear.
“You…”
“You have me… body and soul…” Theodore nuzzled him.
Andrew groaned, “Don’t tease me, Teddy.” He could feel Theodore’s grin against his jaw. “I want you… inside me, now…”
“Deep inside… stroking you until you’re begging me to let you come?”
Andrew nodded frantically, “Yes… Oh, god…” He bucked his hips again, “Yes.”
In a flash, Theodore’s fingers had unlaced Andrew’s breeches, letting his pulsing member free of its tight confines. He idly stroked his length with a curved hand before he pulled his breeches down to his ankles. He lifted his hips, arching just out of his seat and removed his own.
Andrew’s mouth fell open and a flow and guttural moan escaped his lips as Theodore’s hard cock rubbed against the curve of his arse.
Theodore shuttered, put forced himself to regain control. He reached into his coat pocket and fumbled for the vial of oil there. He opened it with his thumb, cork bouncing lightly on the stone floor.
Andrew breathed hard, shifting and arching against him. “Teddy… hurry up.”
“Patience, love… patience…”
“Fuck patience, Teddy.” Andrew snarled and grabbed his hand, already coated and slick with the oil, pushing it up to his entrance. He uttered scattered syllables and odd, fumbling words as he quickly found the spot of torment and desire deep inside him with learned ease.
Theodore wasted no time in thrusting a second finger past the tight ring of muscle. He kissed him, tongue plundering the willing mouth as Andrew arched back, head turned far as it would go. His mind was scattered, he didn’t remember adding a third finger, or the forth, but slowly withdrew them and wrapped them around his own aching length, begging with need.
Andrew shifted his position above him, hovering just above his body, before he sank down, slowly and persistently, until Theodore was firmly lodged inside him. He shuttered in a mixture of pleasure and light and keen pain.
Theodore cried out before he could stop himself and thrust upward, arching his back, tilting his hips. One hand snaked around to Andrew’s chest, fingers clumsily and distractedly fondling for a nipple.
Andrew grabbed his free hand and drew it around his waist and hip, plunging it down to his freely bobbing erection. He undulated his body and hips to meet Theodore’s thrusts, while grinding himself hard into his open hand as he stroked and squeezed.
Knowing that continuing for all hours of the day was not an option, they drove the passion in hard, pushing it up farther to a lustful and haughty finish.
Andrew clenched around him, uttering a ragged cry, pumping furiously and without rhythm into his hand.
They came hard, and together. They lay back, bare skin of their legs resting and pressing together.
Theodore fumbled in his desk drawer for a cloth as Andrew’s hand slowly loosened around his handful of the double-curled wig, falling limply to the side. He handed it to Andrew, who tenderly cleaned himself and Theodore’s hand, before slowly rising to stand. He nearly lost his balance, legs wobbly and like jelly, but caught himself on the desk, Theodore’s hand supporting his arm.
They were both still breathing heavily, though it had begun to slow back to a normal pace, readjusting their shirts and coats, lacing up breeches once more, when a defined knock came at the door.
Theodore straightened and smoothed his wig as best he could. Andrew simply shoved Theodore’s hat back on to cover up the evidence. He wiped the sweat from his brow and walked, albeit stiffly, towards the door as Theodore sat down at his desk, retrieving the forgotten pages and pretending to sort through them.
“Hello, Andrew…”
“James.”
“Have you finished those pages I gave you this morning? I was hoping to look over them again, if possible.”
James found he could not put his finger on it exactly, but for some reason, it seemed as though his friends and lieutenants were distracted, somehow…
Summery: “And’ you’re such a tease…”
Prompt: 069. Tease
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Andrew calmly pushed Theodore’s hand and suggestively wiggling fingers off his side and continued reading, flipping the page over, unperturbed.
“Teddy…” He said warningly, as the very same hands came back up to fondle his hips, again.
Theodore shifted in his chair and scooted closer to where Andrew stood, undeterred.
Andrew slapped his hand, making a scolding noise as though he were pushing an overly friendly puppy back down.
“And’…” Theodore murmured in a low and sultry voice, “And’, darling… come here…”
“I’m in the middle of this, Teddy.” Andrew said, distractedly. He frowned and turned the page over again, rereading a section. “For the love of… Go bother James!”
“James doesn’t have this.”
Andrew let out a surprised cross between a squeak and a squeal as two grabby hands clamped down on his bum. “TEDDY!”
Theodore giggled, “I knew I’d get your attention, yet.”
Andrew huffed, pulling away and out of Theodore’s reach.
“And’, you’re such a tease…”
Andrew rolled his eyes skyward, “Tease implies response, Theo. There had been no response. And there will not be, ever, if you keep it up!”
Whatever his reasons were, Theodore did not stop. He stood and sauntered up behind him, laying his hands on his shoulders, massaging them. He leaned close and whispered huskily into his ear, lips just brushing his skin, “You’re so covered, today… what is it that you’re wearing beneath such a heavy coat…”
“You know perfectly well what I’m wearing, Theodore, as you watched me dress this morning. Now honestly- we are on duty!”
“I fail to see where the issue lies in that…” Theodore grazed his teeth along the tip of his ear.
Andrew drew in a sharp breath. “It means that it’s entirely inappropriate and sailing into dangerous waters. There’s too big of a risk of being discovered.”
“The door is locked. For all anyone knows we’re out of the office. These walls are stone, and the door heavy. The curtains can be drawn easily enough.”
“There is also work to be done, though I’m sure you don’t care much about that. I however, do. Now if you please…” Andrew turned and pushed him back, forcing him back to his seat behind his desk.
Theodore reached out and took hold of his hips, pulling him back into his lap, where he landed with an oomph, long legs sprawling out in front of him as arms waved in attempt to regain a hold.
He grinned and swooped in to kiss him.
Andrew slowly stopped his struggles as he settled against him, assured by the strong arms around his waist that he wasn’t going to fall. His hand loosened, and the distracting pages slipped down to the floor.
Theodore drew back, noses still touching, as they both breathed hard, Andrew’s face flushed. “I knew you’d welcome the distraction.” He grinned.
Andrew whimpered as his hand slid forward, coming to cup the growing bulge in his breeches.
Theodore stroked him gently through the thin fabric. His slow ministrations and teasing fingers drew forth a heated moan and Andrew thrust his hips upward to meet them. He reached his hand back, clutching a handful of powdered wig tightly.
“Teddy…”
“What do you want, love?” Theodore asked, voice scarcely audible, though his lips were pressed against his ear.
“You…”
“You have me… body and soul…” Theodore nuzzled him.
Andrew groaned, “Don’t tease me, Teddy.” He could feel Theodore’s grin against his jaw. “I want you… inside me, now…”
“Deep inside… stroking you until you’re begging me to let you come?”
Andrew nodded frantically, “Yes… Oh, god…” He bucked his hips again, “Yes.”
In a flash, Theodore’s fingers had unlaced Andrew’s breeches, letting his pulsing member free of its tight confines. He idly stroked his length with a curved hand before he pulled his breeches down to his ankles. He lifted his hips, arching just out of his seat and removed his own.
Andrew’s mouth fell open and a flow and guttural moan escaped his lips as Theodore’s hard cock rubbed against the curve of his arse.
Theodore shuttered, put forced himself to regain control. He reached into his coat pocket and fumbled for the vial of oil there. He opened it with his thumb, cork bouncing lightly on the stone floor.
Andrew breathed hard, shifting and arching against him. “Teddy… hurry up.”
“Patience, love… patience…”
“Fuck patience, Teddy.” Andrew snarled and grabbed his hand, already coated and slick with the oil, pushing it up to his entrance. He uttered scattered syllables and odd, fumbling words as he quickly found the spot of torment and desire deep inside him with learned ease.
Theodore wasted no time in thrusting a second finger past the tight ring of muscle. He kissed him, tongue plundering the willing mouth as Andrew arched back, head turned far as it would go. His mind was scattered, he didn’t remember adding a third finger, or the forth, but slowly withdrew them and wrapped them around his own aching length, begging with need.
Andrew shifted his position above him, hovering just above his body, before he sank down, slowly and persistently, until Theodore was firmly lodged inside him. He shuttered in a mixture of pleasure and light and keen pain.
Theodore cried out before he could stop himself and thrust upward, arching his back, tilting his hips. One hand snaked around to Andrew’s chest, fingers clumsily and distractedly fondling for a nipple.
Andrew grabbed his free hand and drew it around his waist and hip, plunging it down to his freely bobbing erection. He undulated his body and hips to meet Theodore’s thrusts, while grinding himself hard into his open hand as he stroked and squeezed.
Knowing that continuing for all hours of the day was not an option, they drove the passion in hard, pushing it up farther to a lustful and haughty finish.
Andrew clenched around him, uttering a ragged cry, pumping furiously and without rhythm into his hand.
They came hard, and together. They lay back, bare skin of their legs resting and pressing together.
Theodore fumbled in his desk drawer for a cloth as Andrew’s hand slowly loosened around his handful of the double-curled wig, falling limply to the side. He handed it to Andrew, who tenderly cleaned himself and Theodore’s hand, before slowly rising to stand. He nearly lost his balance, legs wobbly and like jelly, but caught himself on the desk, Theodore’s hand supporting his arm.
They were both still breathing heavily, though it had begun to slow back to a normal pace, readjusting their shirts and coats, lacing up breeches once more, when a defined knock came at the door.
Theodore straightened and smoothed his wig as best he could. Andrew simply shoved Theodore’s hat back on to cover up the evidence. He wiped the sweat from his brow and walked, albeit stiffly, towards the door as Theodore sat down at his desk, retrieving the forgotten pages and pretending to sort through them.
“Hello, Andrew…”
“James.”
“Have you finished those pages I gave you this morning? I was hoping to look over them again, if possible.”
James found he could not put his finger on it exactly, but for some reason, it seemed as though his friends and lieutenants were distracted, somehow…