Fic: Softer
Title: Softer
Author: mummyluvr314
Pairings: Josh/Bishop, established Josh/Aidan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, unless you don’t know who the characters are. But then, why are you here?
Summary: It was a new side to Aidan - softer, gentler, slower. That was probably because it wasn’t Aidan.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one.
The room was dark when the bed shifted and dipped under the vampire’s weight. Josh rolled into the cool body beside his, grumbling a little at the fact Aidan had stayed out so late.
The other man muttered a soft apology and wrapped strong arms around him, pulling the werewolf in close. For once, Josh let him. It had been a crappy month for both of them, and he’d take all the comfort he could get, nuzzling into the embrace and puffing warm breath across perpetually cold skin.
Aidan shivered against him, fingernails digging into the smaller man’s back. Josh arched into the touch, goosebumps pebbling over his skin at the first careful brush of fangs against his pulse point. He was used to it - living on the edge, taking nights to let the monsters out of the closet to play. He was honestly surprised it wasn’t rougher, shocked that the soft touch of teeth was followed by the swipe of a tongue.
They loved each other - maybe, probably - but the sex was never about that. It was about release, about claiming each other, marking out territory, curling into each other on sweat-soaked and bloody sheets and waiting for the sun to rise.
This was softer, more caring. It was nice after all the chaos, to melt into familiar arms and let himself be swept away by tongue and teeth and hands.
He gave as good as he got, too, flipping Aidan onto his back and rolling his hips down into the taller man, eliciting a groan. Josh leaned down and caught Aidan’s lips, tracing fangs with his tongue and smiling at the small shudder that ran through the body beneath him.
His hands trailed lower, down frozen flesh and toward the waistband of Aidan’s jeans. He wanted to see how far he could take this gentleness, this new side of his lover.
And then the lights flipped on.
“Sally,” Josh scolding, turning to glare at the ghost even as his hands lingered over Aidan’s fly.
But it wasn’t Sally.
Aidan was standing in the doorway with a shocked look on his face, backpack dropped to the floor beside him.
Mouth working silently, Josh looked down at the body beneath him. He was about Aidan’s height, but older, with too-blond hair and jet black eyes. He was laughing.
The stranger held up a hand and pushed him aside easily, sitting up on the bed and rolling his shoulders. He smiled at Aidan. “Well, this is awkward,” he said before getting to his feet and scooping his discarded sweater off the floor. “Be seein’ you.” He threw a wink back toward Josh before sliding past the other vampire and moving silently down the stairs.
Josh waited until the door closed before turning to Aidan. He raised a brow and forced himself to stop gaping. “Who the hell was that?”
Author: mummyluvr314
Pairings: Josh/Bishop, established Josh/Aidan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, unless you don’t know who the characters are. But then, why are you here?
Summary: It was a new side to Aidan - softer, gentler, slower. That was probably because it wasn’t Aidan.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one.
The room was dark when the bed shifted and dipped under the vampire’s weight. Josh rolled into the cool body beside his, grumbling a little at the fact Aidan had stayed out so late.
The other man muttered a soft apology and wrapped strong arms around him, pulling the werewolf in close. For once, Josh let him. It had been a crappy month for both of them, and he’d take all the comfort he could get, nuzzling into the embrace and puffing warm breath across perpetually cold skin.
Aidan shivered against him, fingernails digging into the smaller man’s back. Josh arched into the touch, goosebumps pebbling over his skin at the first careful brush of fangs against his pulse point. He was used to it - living on the edge, taking nights to let the monsters out of the closet to play. He was honestly surprised it wasn’t rougher, shocked that the soft touch of teeth was followed by the swipe of a tongue.
They loved each other - maybe, probably - but the sex was never about that. It was about release, about claiming each other, marking out territory, curling into each other on sweat-soaked and bloody sheets and waiting for the sun to rise.
This was softer, more caring. It was nice after all the chaos, to melt into familiar arms and let himself be swept away by tongue and teeth and hands.
He gave as good as he got, too, flipping Aidan onto his back and rolling his hips down into the taller man, eliciting a groan. Josh leaned down and caught Aidan’s lips, tracing fangs with his tongue and smiling at the small shudder that ran through the body beneath him.
His hands trailed lower, down frozen flesh and toward the waistband of Aidan’s jeans. He wanted to see how far he could take this gentleness, this new side of his lover.
And then the lights flipped on.
“Sally,” Josh scolding, turning to glare at the ghost even as his hands lingered over Aidan’s fly.
But it wasn’t Sally.
Aidan was standing in the doorway with a shocked look on his face, backpack dropped to the floor beside him.
Mouth working silently, Josh looked down at the body beneath him. He was about Aidan’s height, but older, with too-blond hair and jet black eyes. He was laughing.
The stranger held up a hand and pushed him aside easily, sitting up on the bed and rolling his shoulders. He smiled at Aidan. “Well, this is awkward,” he said before getting to his feet and scooping his discarded sweater off the floor. “Be seein’ you.” He threw a wink back toward Josh before sliding past the other vampire and moving silently down the stairs.
Josh waited until the door closed before turning to Aidan. He raised a brow and forced himself to stop gaping. “Who the hell was that?”