toews/kane, "quiet"
Title: Quiet
Fandom: Blackhawks RPS
Pairing: Toews/Kane
Rating: R
Words: 446
Summary: Jonny's losing his careful grip on control...
Jonny’s losing his careful grip on control. Patrick can see it in the faint light coming from the back of the plane; the wet hair at Jonny’s temples, the drop of sweat clinging to his jaw, the skin on his neck gleaming where his head is tilted back against the seat, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
He’s quiet, so quiet, even as Patrick nudges his nose into denim, the crease between Jonny’s leg and his cock, hardening with every passing second.
Slowly, carefully, quietly, he slides his fingers up Jonny’s other leg to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with a barely audible snick. The fingers in his hair tighten and pull, hard.
Pat grins, fingertips slipping beneath Jonny’s underwear to find skin, burning hot and smooth as silk. Soon, he has Jonny’s cock in his hand, full and already leaking precome. “Shhh...” He whispers, and gets a muffled whimper in reply. “Don’t wanna wake up the team...”
He glances up to see Jonny’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, his fist in his mouth. Jonny has his eyes closed, but he opens them, dark eyes boring into Pat as he licks his lips and wraps them around the head.
Jonny’s hips buck up instinctively, pushing his cock further into Pat’s mouth. He obligingly opens his mouth wider, flattens his tongue along the underside. Jonny shakes underneath him, hips vibrating under Pat’s fingers as Pat swallows him down. His own jeans are uncomfortably tight; there’s something about watching Captain Serious come apart underneath him that makes Pat go instantly, achingly hard.
Please, Jonny mouths, then whispers it. “Please...”
Pat hums contentedly and bobs his head, letting Jonny lazily thrust his hips forward. He spends minutes alternating between quick licks of his tongue and swallowing him down, hollowing his cheeks until he has Jonny practically thrashing beneath him. Pat nearly gags, the taste of precome on the back of his throat, and pulls back a little, swallows, and wraps his fingers around the base of Jonny’s cock and presses his tongue against the slit.
That’s it; Jonny chokes silently and, with one painful tug on Pat’s hair, shoots ropes of come into Pat’s mouth, some splattering onto Pat’s lips, his jaw, his cheek. Jonny hauls him up for a kiss, wet, messy, licking the come off Pat’s skin.
After, Jonny jerks him off, hard and fast, and Pat writhes underneath him. Jonny wipes them off with a spare t-shirt and shoves it back in the duffle bag at their feet, laughing ever so quietly into Pat’s ear, and Pat grins.
He loves making his Captain fall apart.
Fandom: Blackhawks RPS
Pairing: Toews/Kane
Rating: R
Words: 446
Summary: Jonny's losing his careful grip on control...
Jonny’s losing his careful grip on control. Patrick can see it in the faint light coming from the back of the plane; the wet hair at Jonny’s temples, the drop of sweat clinging to his jaw, the skin on his neck gleaming where his head is tilted back against the seat, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
He’s quiet, so quiet, even as Patrick nudges his nose into denim, the crease between Jonny’s leg and his cock, hardening with every passing second.
Slowly, carefully, quietly, he slides his fingers up Jonny’s other leg to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with a barely audible snick. The fingers in his hair tighten and pull, hard.
Pat grins, fingertips slipping beneath Jonny’s underwear to find skin, burning hot and smooth as silk. Soon, he has Jonny’s cock in his hand, full and already leaking precome. “Shhh...” He whispers, and gets a muffled whimper in reply. “Don’t wanna wake up the team...”
He glances up to see Jonny’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, his fist in his mouth. Jonny has his eyes closed, but he opens them, dark eyes boring into Pat as he licks his lips and wraps them around the head.
Jonny’s hips buck up instinctively, pushing his cock further into Pat’s mouth. He obligingly opens his mouth wider, flattens his tongue along the underside. Jonny shakes underneath him, hips vibrating under Pat’s fingers as Pat swallows him down. His own jeans are uncomfortably tight; there’s something about watching Captain Serious come apart underneath him that makes Pat go instantly, achingly hard.
Please, Jonny mouths, then whispers it. “Please...”
Pat hums contentedly and bobs his head, letting Jonny lazily thrust his hips forward. He spends minutes alternating between quick licks of his tongue and swallowing him down, hollowing his cheeks until he has Jonny practically thrashing beneath him. Pat nearly gags, the taste of precome on the back of his throat, and pulls back a little, swallows, and wraps his fingers around the base of Jonny’s cock and presses his tongue against the slit.
That’s it; Jonny chokes silently and, with one painful tug on Pat’s hair, shoots ropes of come into Pat’s mouth, some splattering onto Pat’s lips, his jaw, his cheek. Jonny hauls him up for a kiss, wet, messy, licking the come off Pat’s skin.
After, Jonny jerks him off, hard and fast, and Pat writhes underneath him. Jonny wipes them off with a spare t-shirt and shoves it back in the duffle bag at their feet, laughing ever so quietly into Pat’s ear, and Pat grins.
He loves making his Captain fall apart.