Lovers 100 : Now
Title: Now
Summery: Right here, right now.
Prompt: 066. Table
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
There was a brief moment of dead silence before the tablecloth was grabbed and viciously pulled away. Half-filled dishes, silverware and freshly filled goblets were thrown to the floor with a series of loud crashes and the crackling and shattering of glass and porcelain.
Theodore groaned as James held his arm in a bruising grip, bodily slamming him into the bare table. His weight pressed him down. The metal buckle on his uniform belt dug into him as he laid on his belly on the table, cheek pressed against the cool, freshly polished wood.
James’s erratic breath was hot on his neck as he leaned into him, holding him firmly.
Theodore shook beneath him, startled breath fogging the polish, “J-James…?” He stammered.
James snarled into his ear. Words of danger and unhinged desperation echoed and pulsed through his veins.
Theodore inhaled sharply as James’s rough, unshaven cheek rubbed against his neck and face.
“I could take you…” James growled darkly, “right here… right now.”
Theodore gasped. His breeches were pulled down unceremoniously, pooling at his ankles. He felt the hard bulge press against the back of his thigh, grinding against him. His legs hung off the edge of the table, curved edge digging into his shins.
James sneered behind him, wild and untamed hair pulling rebelliously out of its tie, falling around his worn face. He yanked his own breeches down, freeing his rock hard member from its confines. He rose up just enough and thrust down, entering his lover in one quick stroke of time.
Theodore cried out. He bit his lip, so hard he could taste the metallic glint of his own blood. His hands clenched and curled, tightening around air. Fingernails clawed desperately at the table. Long, jagged marks marred the glossy surface.
James moaned. He drew back and began to thrust wildly. He shuttered and bucked his hips, the hot, tight passage clenching around his cock with surprised agony.
Theodore’s eyes rolled back into his head, as James pressed against that spot of pleasure deep inside. He breathed impossibly hard. He groaned and wiggled beneath the weight of all he had thought he had lost. His hips began to move and he arched upwards, slowly meeting James’s thrusts.
“James… James…” He whimpered. “James… oh god god god…”
One of James’s hands rose up to clench tightly around Theodore’s uniform-coat clad shoulder, releasing its death grip on his forearm. The other slipped underneath the powdered wig, tugging it off with unexpected tenderness. Fingers threaded through the rich brown locks beneath, removing the tie and letting the silky tendrils fall and drape across his flushed cheeks.
Theodore arched his back again, forming a harsh angle. His own cock was rock hard and rubbing with delicious and aching friction against the table. He shuttered as came against in, pressed down hard.
The loud howling and wretched cry from above him echoed against silent walls, still bearing the bits of layers of dust from his long absence. James came hard, buried deep inside him. He fell down slowly, chest resting against Theodore’s broad shoulders, face buried in his hair.
“Teddy…” James whimpered quietly.
Summery: Right here, right now.
Prompt: 066. Table
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: NC-17
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
There was a brief moment of dead silence before the tablecloth was grabbed and viciously pulled away. Half-filled dishes, silverware and freshly filled goblets were thrown to the floor with a series of loud crashes and the crackling and shattering of glass and porcelain.
Theodore groaned as James held his arm in a bruising grip, bodily slamming him into the bare table. His weight pressed him down. The metal buckle on his uniform belt dug into him as he laid on his belly on the table, cheek pressed against the cool, freshly polished wood.
James’s erratic breath was hot on his neck as he leaned into him, holding him firmly.
Theodore shook beneath him, startled breath fogging the polish, “J-James…?” He stammered.
James snarled into his ear. Words of danger and unhinged desperation echoed and pulsed through his veins.
Theodore inhaled sharply as James’s rough, unshaven cheek rubbed against his neck and face.
“I could take you…” James growled darkly, “right here… right now.”
Theodore gasped. His breeches were pulled down unceremoniously, pooling at his ankles. He felt the hard bulge press against the back of his thigh, grinding against him. His legs hung off the edge of the table, curved edge digging into his shins.
James sneered behind him, wild and untamed hair pulling rebelliously out of its tie, falling around his worn face. He yanked his own breeches down, freeing his rock hard member from its confines. He rose up just enough and thrust down, entering his lover in one quick stroke of time.
Theodore cried out. He bit his lip, so hard he could taste the metallic glint of his own blood. His hands clenched and curled, tightening around air. Fingernails clawed desperately at the table. Long, jagged marks marred the glossy surface.
James moaned. He drew back and began to thrust wildly. He shuttered and bucked his hips, the hot, tight passage clenching around his cock with surprised agony.
Theodore’s eyes rolled back into his head, as James pressed against that spot of pleasure deep inside. He breathed impossibly hard. He groaned and wiggled beneath the weight of all he had thought he had lost. His hips began to move and he arched upwards, slowly meeting James’s thrusts.
“James… James…” He whimpered. “James… oh god god god…”
One of James’s hands rose up to clench tightly around Theodore’s uniform-coat clad shoulder, releasing its death grip on his forearm. The other slipped underneath the powdered wig, tugging it off with unexpected tenderness. Fingers threaded through the rich brown locks beneath, removing the tie and letting the silky tendrils fall and drape across his flushed cheeks.
Theodore arched his back again, forming a harsh angle. His own cock was rock hard and rubbing with delicious and aching friction against the table. He shuttered as came against in, pressed down hard.
The loud howling and wretched cry from above him echoed against silent walls, still bearing the bits of layers of dust from his long absence. James came hard, buried deep inside him. He fell down slowly, chest resting against Theodore’s broad shoulders, face buried in his hair.
“Teddy…” James whimpered quietly.