Smooth (Lincoln/Derek, NC-17)
Title: Smooth
Author: Callmetofu
Pairing: Lincoln/Derek
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Lincoln and Derek's bet included a few other things. Written for the Februray challenge
Beta: happywrite06
Last time I had my head shaved was when I was running with Derek. Remember Derek? Bet me 40 bucks I wouldn't shave it. I said, make it 100. Still owes me.
Lincoln, The Rat
"I look like a dick!" Lincoln said as he eyed himself in the bathroom mirror, running his hand over his bald head. "It's so shiny you can see your face in it." He turned to his friend and frowned. "Why am I doing this again?"
Derek grinned and wordlessly raised the clippers.
"No way, man, no way I'm going there."
"You do it, you go all the way." And he added with a salacious smile. "Pussy."
"Gimme that."
"I don't know why you’re complaining." Derek jumped to his feet and tugged on Lincoln's shirt. "You barely have any hair there anyway. It’s like chicken breast."
"Well, bitch, if you want it, you gotta do it yourself," Lincoln growled and waved the clippers in his friend's face.
"Well, bitch," Derek said pointedly. "Drop your drawers then." He leaned back and watched as Lincoln first stripped off his shirt and then slipped out of his pants and boxers. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, not making any attempt to cover his nakedness, even thrusting his crotch out provocatively, he tried to stare Derek down. "Dare you."
Derek threw him a grin deserving of a mad genius and reached for the shaving cream. He waited until Lincoln had steadied himself against the bathtub before he ran the clippers quickly over Lincoln's chest, disposing of the few hairs there. Then he began to slather Lincoln's crotch with shaving cream.
"It's not gonna sting or anything?" Lincoln asked, eyeing Derek's work suspiciously. "I don't want to get any blisters or shit like that."
"Shut up, you big pussy."
Lincoln blinked. It wasn't that it felt bad and it wasn't like they hadn't had a hand on each other's dicks before. Still it was just…weird. Swallowing hard he reached for a razor and joined Derek in relieving himself of his public hair.
"What?" Derek asked as he stopped his task for a second.
"What what?"
"You haven't said anything in while."
"Was just thinking how nice my dick would fit into your mouth like that,” Lincoln said as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.
Derek looked up again from his kneeling position. "Dream on, man."
"Shut up and keep shaving."
Despite the joking around and the coldness of the blade, he couldn’t hide how Derek's finger on the underside of his balls was effecting him. It really shouldn't be like this, getting hard while your best bud holds onto your balls. Especially not when he was holding a tool that could rob you of your manhood if he made one false move. Lincoln gritted his teeth and dipped his razor into the water, leaving foam and tiny dark curls to float inside the basin.
"That's disgusting," he announced and Derek looked up, his face now eye to eye with Lincoln's erection. He started to laugh.
Lincoln's head grew as red as a beet. "It's not funny," he yelled and turned his hips, deftly slapping Derek's face with his wiener. Derek fell flat on his ass, holding his belly, oblivious to the tiny wet smear on his cheek. Tears of laughter were streaming down his face. "Not funny," Lincoln repeated and tackled his friend. They rolled around on the cold bathroom tiles for a couple of seconds because in his current state Derek didn't really pose much of a challenge. Lincoln panted as he pinned his hands down on the floor. "You finished?" Derek nodded his head as it was obvious if he opened his mouth he’d laugh some more.
Lincoln released him slowly and they took their old positions up again. Derek worked quietly except for the occasional fits of giggles, Lincoln's hairless scrotum seemingly a source of endless amusement.
"The guys will laugh their asses off when they see you."
"Who says they're gonna see me?" Lincoln asked as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his friend's handiwork. Appreciatively, he ran his hand up his cock. "You know, it's true what they say." He turned to his side as a huge grin spread across his face. "It does make you look bigger."
Derek may have rolled his eyes as if to say ‘Yeah, right’ at his friend’s conceit but he apparently didn’t really disagree as he placed his hand on the inside of Lincoln's leg, the tips of his fingers brushing against Lincoln's now completely denuded balls. Lincoln swallowed hard. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't been able to convince his hard on to go down. He began to wonder if he was getting lightheaded. Derek's hands felt good. A growl escaped him and before he knew it he had put his hand on Derek's.
Then, avoiding his friend's gaze, he led it upwards, wrapping it around his dick. With the other hand, he grasped Derek's shoulder and gave a squeeze of encouragement. A gasp escaped him and he though his knees might buckle when Derek wordlessly began to stroke, one hand gliding up and down his dick, the other cupping his balls, exploring, tickling. There was no way to describe the feeling of naked skin against skin, skin that hadn't been touched this directly for a long time. He couldn't stop himself from leaning into it.
A burst of panic hit him in the pit of his stomach and he squeezed Derek's shoulder harder. How was he supposed to behave? Was he supposed to kiss Derek? Just a little favor between buddies? An adjunct servicing his commander? They had fucked girls together. They had even, one very drunken night, fucked a guy together. But this? This was completely new.
And all of it was making his head hurt. They were standing so close that Lincoln could feel Derek's heated breath against his collar bone. Groaning, he let his head fall forward. He sunk his teeth into the spot where Derek's neck met his shoulders. He was surprised by the softness of his skin against his lips as he tasted salt against his tongue. Derek responded in kind to the bite by gripping his balls roughly, which brought him up almost onto his toes. He leaned onto Derek for support. He didn't want to imagine the embarrassment that would ensue if he toppled over. His fingers wove into Derek's hair and he forced Derek's head closer.
The last semblances of self control were spinning away from him. Lincoln wasn't used to this, to doing it this quietly without his usual arsenal of grunts and growls and yeah baby, just like that. It was just a fucking handjob for Christ sakes, but God, those hands. By now he wanted to reciprocate but he didn't trust himself to keep steady if he loosened his grip just a little. He thrust upward into Derek's hand, so close to Derek's body.
Yes, fuck, just a little more and then he was coming hard all over Derek's hands and his shirt, spurt after spurt. His knees buckled and he sank down, his naked ass on the bathtub's rim.
Derek took his hands away immediately and stepped back, his back against the wall, breathing heavy. Before Lincoln could fully recover Derek had already bolted for the basin, holding the edge of his shirt under the stream. Lincoln's hand twisted in the shower curtain as he caught his breath.
"You can have one of mine," he said as soon as he could speak again. He pushed himself to his feet and pulled one of the overhead cupboards open. Grabbing a non-descript gray sweater he threw it in Derek's general direction. Derek caught it out of the air and pulled it over his head.
Lincoln's hand darted out to grab Derek's shirt before stretching it out so he could examine the wet spot. He started laughing. "I got my shit all over."
"Yeah, pisshead, something to be really proud of." Derek kicked half heartedly against Lincoln's shins. "Will you put something on already? Your pale ass is white as an albino's."
"Yeah, yeah. Just let me tell you if Michael ever finds out about this, I'll kick your ass. You’ll wish you were never born. He'd never let me live it down." He bent down quickly to collect his clothes while Derek stood next to the door. He eyed the hallway suspiciously and edged out once he had deemed that all was clear.
"Hey, 'rek," Lincoln called after him, still struggling with the leg of his pants.
"What?" Derek said, poking his head back into the bathroom.
Lincoln sent him the biggest, most persuasive shit eating grin he was capable of. "Just so you know, you still owe me."
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Reference: Lincoln and Derek in Sweet Caroline (quicktime)
Author: Callmetofu
Pairing: Lincoln/Derek
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Lincoln and Derek's bet included a few other things. Written for the Februray challenge
Beta: happywrite06
Last time I had my head shaved was when I was running with Derek. Remember Derek? Bet me 40 bucks I wouldn't shave it. I said, make it 100. Still owes me.
Lincoln, The Rat
"I look like a dick!" Lincoln said as he eyed himself in the bathroom mirror, running his hand over his bald head. "It's so shiny you can see your face in it." He turned to his friend and frowned. "Why am I doing this again?"
Derek grinned and wordlessly raised the clippers.
"No way, man, no way I'm going there."
"You do it, you go all the way." And he added with a salacious smile. "Pussy."
"Gimme that."
"I don't know why you’re complaining." Derek jumped to his feet and tugged on Lincoln's shirt. "You barely have any hair there anyway. It’s like chicken breast."
"Well, bitch, if you want it, you gotta do it yourself," Lincoln growled and waved the clippers in his friend's face.
"Well, bitch," Derek said pointedly. "Drop your drawers then." He leaned back and watched as Lincoln first stripped off his shirt and then slipped out of his pants and boxers. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, not making any attempt to cover his nakedness, even thrusting his crotch out provocatively, he tried to stare Derek down. "Dare you."
Derek threw him a grin deserving of a mad genius and reached for the shaving cream. He waited until Lincoln had steadied himself against the bathtub before he ran the clippers quickly over Lincoln's chest, disposing of the few hairs there. Then he began to slather Lincoln's crotch with shaving cream.
"It's not gonna sting or anything?" Lincoln asked, eyeing Derek's work suspiciously. "I don't want to get any blisters or shit like that."
"Shut up, you big pussy."
Lincoln blinked. It wasn't that it felt bad and it wasn't like they hadn't had a hand on each other's dicks before. Still it was just…weird. Swallowing hard he reached for a razor and joined Derek in relieving himself of his public hair.
"What?" Derek asked as he stopped his task for a second.
"What what?"
"You haven't said anything in while."
"Was just thinking how nice my dick would fit into your mouth like that,” Lincoln said as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.
Derek looked up again from his kneeling position. "Dream on, man."
"Shut up and keep shaving."
Despite the joking around and the coldness of the blade, he couldn’t hide how Derek's finger on the underside of his balls was effecting him. It really shouldn't be like this, getting hard while your best bud holds onto your balls. Especially not when he was holding a tool that could rob you of your manhood if he made one false move. Lincoln gritted his teeth and dipped his razor into the water, leaving foam and tiny dark curls to float inside the basin.
"That's disgusting," he announced and Derek looked up, his face now eye to eye with Lincoln's erection. He started to laugh.
Lincoln's head grew as red as a beet. "It's not funny," he yelled and turned his hips, deftly slapping Derek's face with his wiener. Derek fell flat on his ass, holding his belly, oblivious to the tiny wet smear on his cheek. Tears of laughter were streaming down his face. "Not funny," Lincoln repeated and tackled his friend. They rolled around on the cold bathroom tiles for a couple of seconds because in his current state Derek didn't really pose much of a challenge. Lincoln panted as he pinned his hands down on the floor. "You finished?" Derek nodded his head as it was obvious if he opened his mouth he’d laugh some more.
Lincoln released him slowly and they took their old positions up again. Derek worked quietly except for the occasional fits of giggles, Lincoln's hairless scrotum seemingly a source of endless amusement.
"The guys will laugh their asses off when they see you."
"Who says they're gonna see me?" Lincoln asked as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his friend's handiwork. Appreciatively, he ran his hand up his cock. "You know, it's true what they say." He turned to his side as a huge grin spread across his face. "It does make you look bigger."
Derek may have rolled his eyes as if to say ‘Yeah, right’ at his friend’s conceit but he apparently didn’t really disagree as he placed his hand on the inside of Lincoln's leg, the tips of his fingers brushing against Lincoln's now completely denuded balls. Lincoln swallowed hard. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't been able to convince his hard on to go down. He began to wonder if he was getting lightheaded. Derek's hands felt good. A growl escaped him and before he knew it he had put his hand on Derek's.
Then, avoiding his friend's gaze, he led it upwards, wrapping it around his dick. With the other hand, he grasped Derek's shoulder and gave a squeeze of encouragement. A gasp escaped him and he though his knees might buckle when Derek wordlessly began to stroke, one hand gliding up and down his dick, the other cupping his balls, exploring, tickling. There was no way to describe the feeling of naked skin against skin, skin that hadn't been touched this directly for a long time. He couldn't stop himself from leaning into it.
A burst of panic hit him in the pit of his stomach and he squeezed Derek's shoulder harder. How was he supposed to behave? Was he supposed to kiss Derek? Just a little favor between buddies? An adjunct servicing his commander? They had fucked girls together. They had even, one very drunken night, fucked a guy together. But this? This was completely new.
And all of it was making his head hurt. They were standing so close that Lincoln could feel Derek's heated breath against his collar bone. Groaning, he let his head fall forward. He sunk his teeth into the spot where Derek's neck met his shoulders. He was surprised by the softness of his skin against his lips as he tasted salt against his tongue. Derek responded in kind to the bite by gripping his balls roughly, which brought him up almost onto his toes. He leaned onto Derek for support. He didn't want to imagine the embarrassment that would ensue if he toppled over. His fingers wove into Derek's hair and he forced Derek's head closer.
The last semblances of self control were spinning away from him. Lincoln wasn't used to this, to doing it this quietly without his usual arsenal of grunts and growls and yeah baby, just like that. It was just a fucking handjob for Christ sakes, but God, those hands. By now he wanted to reciprocate but he didn't trust himself to keep steady if he loosened his grip just a little. He thrust upward into Derek's hand, so close to Derek's body.
Yes, fuck, just a little more and then he was coming hard all over Derek's hands and his shirt, spurt after spurt. His knees buckled and he sank down, his naked ass on the bathtub's rim.
Derek took his hands away immediately and stepped back, his back against the wall, breathing heavy. Before Lincoln could fully recover Derek had already bolted for the basin, holding the edge of his shirt under the stream. Lincoln's hand twisted in the shower curtain as he caught his breath.
"You can have one of mine," he said as soon as he could speak again. He pushed himself to his feet and pulled one of the overhead cupboards open. Grabbing a non-descript gray sweater he threw it in Derek's general direction. Derek caught it out of the air and pulled it over his head.
Lincoln's hand darted out to grab Derek's shirt before stretching it out so he could examine the wet spot. He started laughing. "I got my shit all over."
"Yeah, pisshead, something to be really proud of." Derek kicked half heartedly against Lincoln's shins. "Will you put something on already? Your pale ass is white as an albino's."
"Yeah, yeah. Just let me tell you if Michael ever finds out about this, I'll kick your ass. You’ll wish you were never born. He'd never let me live it down." He bent down quickly to collect his clothes while Derek stood next to the door. He eyed the hallway suspiciously and edged out once he had deemed that all was clear.
"Hey, 'rek," Lincoln called after him, still struggling with the leg of his pants.
"What?" Derek said, poking his head back into the bathroom.
Lincoln sent him the biggest, most persuasive shit eating grin he was capable of. "Just so you know, you still owe me."
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Reference: Lincoln and Derek in Sweet Caroline (quicktime)