Fic: Avatar (Adam/Hiro)
I wrote this right after 3x6 to cheer myself up, then I completely forgot about it until now.
Title: Avatar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Hiro, Adam/oc (but he's only an avatar)
Summary: Adam searches for Hiro in another man's body.
Word count: 763
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Breathe, Adam ordered himself as he leaned back against the pillow sprawled somewhere between his head and shoulder, shutting his mind to anything other than that ever present need flowing deeper than his skin. Don’t say his name. Whatever you do, don’t say his name. Not that it really mattered, for the man crouched between his legs had no right to complain, his role simple. Pleasure Adam in bed and don’t ask questions, a rule he’d been forgetting lately, so Adam just grabbed him by the hair and guided him where he wanted him, though the man proved ever so eager once Adam coaxed him in the proper direction. Right now, his desire lay in a slow, tender sucking as the man’s mouth encased him completely, dipping up and down on his member in the most aching, glorious tease. Adam had struck finer than gold when he’d discovered this one shuffling around the darker corners of court, bright eyed and gracious, waiting for a man of the proper disposition. Yet any particulars about personality or temperament were but minor considerations, for Adam’s interest was entirely superficial. The boy wasn’t one of those tall, supple youths that graced the desperate verses of many a frustrated soul eager to sing of the charms of the male figure. His head reached no higher than Adam’s collarbone, his frame what some might call stocky though far from corpulent, his fingers thick and short, yet still possessing a subdued grace, so like... But then no part of him had been subdued. The whole picture painted a figure so similar to Hiro’s that Adam took him into his bed that very day. His exquisite skills were but the icing on a dream that Adam had sought long and hard to fulfill. Despite their prolonged familiarity, the boy still stroked him with a languorous, hesitant exploration, discovering every piece of him one step at a time, and Adam could sink back so easily and see Hiro touching him with that same curious want, beautifully enthusiastic even in this.
That old fantasy slipped over him again. Tugging at the ends of that tight sash tied around Hiro’s waist, pushing back his clothes to reveal delightfully soft skin tinged the slightest, warm pink as Adam continued unwrapping him, letting all that pesky cloth drop to the ground. He’d kneel down then, stroking up his thighs to squeeze his backside, teasing at his tender hole with curious fingers as he nuzzled Hiro’s rising member with his nose, lips, mouth, tongue, swallowing him just as this boy did now, but it was Hiro in front of him, dark hair tangling under Adam’s hand, warm mouth urging wanton mewls out of Adam’s throat. He’s too close now, his orgasm threatening much too quickly, but not before he recalled one last memory, and the bed under his back shifted into the rough texture of a pallet laid across wooden floorboards. Hiro slept a mere foot away, curled on his side facing Adam, though that was only because he’d waited for Hiro to fall asleep before switching from his right side to his left so he could watch over his slumber, at least, if that was the only pleasure allowed him. His eyes never closed for longer than a blink as he traced the beauty of his unconscious form with his gaze, lingering over the soft fall of his eyelashes over his shut eyelids, the adorable mew of that supple mouth as he dreamed, his hands tucked under his head, curled up fingers warm and inviting, and all the while he wished to God that he could be granted the privilege of even one kiss. One small brush of lips. Just that. But it could never be.
He came with a scream that no amount of iron will could contain, Hiro’s face fading into the banality of patterned wallpaper. Reality. Nothing but hideous, disgusting reality.
“Monsieur?” the boy murmured, hesitant.
Adam turned away without even deigning a glance in his direction, refusing to muddy his thoughts with this unwelcome intrusion, and flopped down on his front, spreading his legs wide so the boy would be sure of his intention.
“But, monsieur,” the boy continued, an annoying whine in his tone. “I wanted-“
“You’ll have me like this or not at all.”
The boy knew better than to question him when he raised that tone. Soon he lied atop Adam and probed his entrance, preparing him. Adam sank his face into the hollow of his arms as he’s breached and let the dream fall over him anew.
Title: Avatar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Hiro, Adam/oc (but he's only an avatar)
Summary: Adam searches for Hiro in another man's body.
Word count: 763
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Breathe, Adam ordered himself as he leaned back against the pillow sprawled somewhere between his head and shoulder, shutting his mind to anything other than that ever present need flowing deeper than his skin. Don’t say his name. Whatever you do, don’t say his name. Not that it really mattered, for the man crouched between his legs had no right to complain, his role simple. Pleasure Adam in bed and don’t ask questions, a rule he’d been forgetting lately, so Adam just grabbed him by the hair and guided him where he wanted him, though the man proved ever so eager once Adam coaxed him in the proper direction. Right now, his desire lay in a slow, tender sucking as the man’s mouth encased him completely, dipping up and down on his member in the most aching, glorious tease. Adam had struck finer than gold when he’d discovered this one shuffling around the darker corners of court, bright eyed and gracious, waiting for a man of the proper disposition. Yet any particulars about personality or temperament were but minor considerations, for Adam’s interest was entirely superficial. The boy wasn’t one of those tall, supple youths that graced the desperate verses of many a frustrated soul eager to sing of the charms of the male figure. His head reached no higher than Adam’s collarbone, his frame what some might call stocky though far from corpulent, his fingers thick and short, yet still possessing a subdued grace, so like... But then no part of him had been subdued. The whole picture painted a figure so similar to Hiro’s that Adam took him into his bed that very day. His exquisite skills were but the icing on a dream that Adam had sought long and hard to fulfill. Despite their prolonged familiarity, the boy still stroked him with a languorous, hesitant exploration, discovering every piece of him one step at a time, and Adam could sink back so easily and see Hiro touching him with that same curious want, beautifully enthusiastic even in this.
That old fantasy slipped over him again. Tugging at the ends of that tight sash tied around Hiro’s waist, pushing back his clothes to reveal delightfully soft skin tinged the slightest, warm pink as Adam continued unwrapping him, letting all that pesky cloth drop to the ground. He’d kneel down then, stroking up his thighs to squeeze his backside, teasing at his tender hole with curious fingers as he nuzzled Hiro’s rising member with his nose, lips, mouth, tongue, swallowing him just as this boy did now, but it was Hiro in front of him, dark hair tangling under Adam’s hand, warm mouth urging wanton mewls out of Adam’s throat. He’s too close now, his orgasm threatening much too quickly, but not before he recalled one last memory, and the bed under his back shifted into the rough texture of a pallet laid across wooden floorboards. Hiro slept a mere foot away, curled on his side facing Adam, though that was only because he’d waited for Hiro to fall asleep before switching from his right side to his left so he could watch over his slumber, at least, if that was the only pleasure allowed him. His eyes never closed for longer than a blink as he traced the beauty of his unconscious form with his gaze, lingering over the soft fall of his eyelashes over his shut eyelids, the adorable mew of that supple mouth as he dreamed, his hands tucked under his head, curled up fingers warm and inviting, and all the while he wished to God that he could be granted the privilege of even one kiss. One small brush of lips. Just that. But it could never be.
He came with a scream that no amount of iron will could contain, Hiro’s face fading into the banality of patterned wallpaper. Reality. Nothing but hideous, disgusting reality.
“Monsieur?” the boy murmured, hesitant.
Adam turned away without even deigning a glance in his direction, refusing to muddy his thoughts with this unwelcome intrusion, and flopped down on his front, spreading his legs wide so the boy would be sure of his intention.
“But, monsieur,” the boy continued, an annoying whine in his tone. “I wanted-“
“You’ll have me like this or not at all.”
The boy knew better than to question him when he raised that tone. Soon he lied atop Adam and probed his entrance, preparing him. Adam sank his face into the hollow of his arms as he’s breached and let the dream fall over him anew.