Drabble-ish: The Lake (The Authority)
Of likely interest to, um, few. This was meant to be a stocking stuffer for yuletide but I missed the deadline. And because I'm impatient like that, and I don't want to wait for after New Year's when uploading opens again, here it is.
Fandom: The Authority
Pairing: Midnighter/Apollo (no, not Lee Adama)
Summary: er. Mud. Lake. Washing. Sex.
RATING: ADULT
Warning: And then there was slash. Unbeta'd. Written in a hurry. But meant to be a gift!
He had mud everywhere. Caked into the buckles of his uniform, pushed down into the tears in the spandex. There was even some that had gotten all the way down the front of his pants and was making his balls itch, even though he tried to pretend it wasn't there.
The air probably was cold too, but Midnighter was always cold so that made no difference.
Well, not always cold. Apollo and his elevated body temperature could warm him up. He slanted a glance at Apollo, who was already looking at him. His lips quirked upward in a knowing smile.
"I think we need to be clean. Don't you?" Apollo asked.
Midnighter just grunted, since he knew what he wanted, and washing was only part of it.
Since water temperature didn't matter to either of them, they went to the lake to the north of the city. Ice was beginning to rim the edge, but the water glimmered under the moon in a pattern that was nearly perfectly random to his eyes, at least until Apollo's naked body slid into the water like a dolphin.
Midnighter stopped his contemplating and peeled off the rest of his clothes. The boots were the work of only a moment and then he was racing into the water to join Apollo.
At first there was washing, but soon the hands were doing more than freeing dirt from skin. Midnighter's fingers rubbed the hot, taut skin of his lover, from brow to feet, loving the smooth perfection of it. Apollo's mouth and touch went everywhere, scalding. Even the water was feeling warmer with all their splashing.
Apollo's strong arms held him up so he wouldn't drown, even while spearing him deep, working him again and again.
"I love you, I love you," Apollo said it, every time he thrust, and his mouth was on Midnighter's neck, hot as the sun itself.
And when he finally came, the Midnighter was warm.
Still Christmas Eve here. Merry Christmas everyone else!
Fandom: The Authority
Pairing: Midnighter/Apollo (no, not Lee Adama)
Summary: er. Mud. Lake. Washing. Sex.
RATING: ADULT
Warning: And then there was slash. Unbeta'd. Written in a hurry. But meant to be a gift!
He had mud everywhere. Caked into the buckles of his uniform, pushed down into the tears in the spandex. There was even some that had gotten all the way down the front of his pants and was making his balls itch, even though he tried to pretend it wasn't there.
The air probably was cold too, but Midnighter was always cold so that made no difference.
Well, not always cold. Apollo and his elevated body temperature could warm him up. He slanted a glance at Apollo, who was already looking at him. His lips quirked upward in a knowing smile.
"I think we need to be clean. Don't you?" Apollo asked.
Midnighter just grunted, since he knew what he wanted, and washing was only part of it.
Since water temperature didn't matter to either of them, they went to the lake to the north of the city. Ice was beginning to rim the edge, but the water glimmered under the moon in a pattern that was nearly perfectly random to his eyes, at least until Apollo's naked body slid into the water like a dolphin.
Midnighter stopped his contemplating and peeled off the rest of his clothes. The boots were the work of only a moment and then he was racing into the water to join Apollo.
At first there was washing, but soon the hands were doing more than freeing dirt from skin. Midnighter's fingers rubbed the hot, taut skin of his lover, from brow to feet, loving the smooth perfection of it. Apollo's mouth and touch went everywhere, scalding. Even the water was feeling warmer with all their splashing.
Apollo's strong arms held him up so he wouldn't drown, even while spearing him deep, working him again and again.
"I love you, I love you," Apollo said it, every time he thrust, and his mouth was on Midnighter's neck, hot as the sun itself.
And when he finally came, the Midnighter was warm.
Still Christmas Eve here. Merry Christmas everyone else!