It Takes Two to Tango
A/N Melissa and I are both submitting a little fic based on a scene from our RPG. Here is my version.
It Takes Two to Tango
By Kat
NC-17
Locke/Desmond
Pushing open the door to their house, Desmond led John inside. They had just returned from a very long, exhausting day and were both dirty and hungry. "Go ahead an' take yer shower first. I'm goin' t' make somethin' t' eat," Desmond said.
John nodded and headed toward the bathroom. After he had bathed, he dressed in a pair of shorts and clean T-shirt. "That smells good," he stated, walking into the kitchen, where Desmond was just placing a dish of food on the table. "Made some fish 'n chips," Desmond replied, with a smile.
After their meal, John retired to the living room, while Desmond took his turn washing up. When he was finished with his shower, Desmond wrapped himself in a robe. It was his plan to put on a kettle for tea, before dressing. Passing by the living room, he spotted John lounging on the couch and decided he'd inform him he was going to prepare some tea. Desmond enterered the living room to realize John had fallen asleep. He looked so innocent and content that Desmond couldn't refrain from watching him for a few moments, as he slept. Smiling, he approached John and gently caressed his face.
Stirring awake, John opened his eyes to see Desmond standing before him in just his robe, his wet hair hanging about his shoulders. "Must've fallen asleep," he tiredly stated. "Didn' mean t' wake ye, Boxman," Desmond stated apologetically. "S'okay," John replied. He took Desmond's hand and started to caress it with his thumb. "I was jus' goin' t' put on the kettle fer some tea," Desmond explained. However, he was feeling distracted by John's attention to his hand. John smiled. "Have a seat," he said, pattng the spot beside him.
His cheeks flushing slightly, Desmond was feeling a bit embaressed with his state of dress. Yet, he did not want to leave John's side. Complying, he sat directly beside him. John was still caressing his hand and Desmond could feel his heartrate increase with their nearness. If that weren't enough, his eyes fell on John and he couldn't help noticing just how well the older man's shorts hugged him, accentuating his assests.
"Like what you see?" His heart pounding, Desmond felt his face turn a crimson red. Prying his eyes away, he forced himself to meet John's gaze. A playful smirk crossed John's lips. "I don't mind," he said, stroking Desmond's cheek. "I - " Desmond was terribly embaressed. "Shh," John insisted, placing a finger on Desmond's lips. Leaning forward, he kissed Desmond on the mouth. "I like what I see, too," John murmurred. Desmond closed his eyes, as John proceeded to cover his face with butterfly kisses, before returning to his lips. Sighing, he savoured the feel of John's mouth, as it met his.
Intertwining one hand in Desmond's damp hair, John breathed in his fresh, clean scent. "You smell nice," he whispered into Desmond's ear. With another sigh, Desmond melted into John's embrace. It felt so wonderful to be held in his strong arms. Something he had not felt for much too long. "You make me feel... special... " Desmond huskily stated, before nuzzling John's neck. "You are special," John replied, his eyes slipping closed.
A soft moan escaped John's throat, while Desmond kissed his neck. His hand came to rest on Desmond's thigh. It was then he became aware Desmond was most likely not wearing anything beneath his robe. The very idea excited John, causing him to become aroused. Desmond flinched slightly, upon realizing where John's hand was. "John?" he said with some trepidation. "I'll stop if you want me to," John replied. "Do you want me to?" Desmond didn't. He shook his head.
Wondering if John knew he was completely bare under his robe, Desmond felt himself start to harden. He quivered in anticipation, when John's hand worked further up his leg. "I'd like to touch you, Desmond," John uttered into his ear. "Is that okay?" Desmond's heart was pounding. "Aye," he replied hoarsly, nodding his head. His breath caught in his throat, as John wrapped his hand around his length. "I'll stop any time you want," John assured him, running his fingers up Desmond's hardness. "Just say the word." Desmond was finding it nearly impossible to think. "N-no. D-don't stop." He moaned loudly, while John continued to fondle him. Desmond felt himself growing harder with each caress. "Do you like when I touch you, Desmond?" John asked. "Aye." Desmond moaned again. John smiled.
John nuzzled Desmond's neck. "May I look at you?" he asked. Desmond was breathing heavily, but managed another, "Aye." Continuing to give attention to Desmond's neck, John tugged at the tie holding his robe closed. When it fell open, he caressed Desmond's bare chest, before sliding the robe from his shoulders. Sitting back, John took in the younger man's nude form. "You're so beautiful," he stated huskily.
Feeling himself straining against his shorts, John caressed himself. At the same time, Desmond couldn't help watching him. "Do you want to see?" Desmond felt the colour rise back into his cheeks. He nodded his head. First removing his T-shirt, John then pulled off his shorts, freeing himself from their constraint. Desmond bit his bottom lip, as John stroked his hardness once more. With a low moan, Desmond started to touch himself. John grabbed his wrist, saying, "Don't." Desmond frowned, until John asked, "Do you want to touch me?" Blinking, Desmond slowly nodded again. John took Desmond's hand and placed it on his rock hard erection. Inching closer to his lover, Desmond was pleased to feel John harden even more under his touch.
John had pulled his hand away from Desmond and now placed on the uppermost portion of Desmond's inner thigh, causing. Desmond to shutter. "Do you want more?" John whispered, running his finger just under Desmond's balls. "Aye," Desmond barely managed. "Tell me, Desmond. Tell me you want more." John continued to tease him, without actually touching where Desmond most desired. "John, please," Desmond pleaded. It almost hurt with how much he craved to feel the return of John's touch. Removing his hand completely, John tilted Desmond's face so they could make eye contact. "Let me hear you say it, Desmond." He caressed Desmond's lips with his thumb. Desperation evident in Desmond's eyes, he swallowed hard, before licking his dry lips.. "I- I want more... John."
Desmond gasped loudly, when John finally took him back in his large hand. "Feels so... good," he barely uttered, unable to surpress another groan. John brought Desmond's mouth back to his, kissing him deeply. Desmond moaned, as John thrust his tongue into his mouth. "John," he finally managed, feeling he was quickly reaching the point of no return. John, too, knew he was nearing the edge. "Desmond," he groaned. Only a few seconds passed, before each man found the release they so desperately needed.
Resting his forehead against Desmond's, John waited for his breath to slow. In turn Desmond snuggled against him, with a contented sigh. The two men gradually drifted to sleep.
Half an hour later, Desmond woke. Kissing John's neck, he was pleased to see the other man slowly open his eyes. "Ready for more?" John asked, with a playful smile. Returning his smile, Desmond nodded his head. He could already feel another erection forming at the idea. "Let's go to bed," John said. Standing, he spotted Desmond's arousal. His smile growing broader, John held out his hand.
Desmond allowed himself to be pulled up. He noticed that John, too, was ready for more action. Touching John's shaft he felt it become harder. John wrapped his arms around Desmond's waist, whispering, "Patience, lover," before leading him into the bedroom.
It Takes Two to Tango
By Kat
NC-17
Locke/Desmond
Pushing open the door to their house, Desmond led John inside. They had just returned from a very long, exhausting day and were both dirty and hungry. "Go ahead an' take yer shower first. I'm goin' t' make somethin' t' eat," Desmond said.
John nodded and headed toward the bathroom. After he had bathed, he dressed in a pair of shorts and clean T-shirt. "That smells good," he stated, walking into the kitchen, where Desmond was just placing a dish of food on the table. "Made some fish 'n chips," Desmond replied, with a smile.
After their meal, John retired to the living room, while Desmond took his turn washing up. When he was finished with his shower, Desmond wrapped himself in a robe. It was his plan to put on a kettle for tea, before dressing. Passing by the living room, he spotted John lounging on the couch and decided he'd inform him he was going to prepare some tea. Desmond enterered the living room to realize John had fallen asleep. He looked so innocent and content that Desmond couldn't refrain from watching him for a few moments, as he slept. Smiling, he approached John and gently caressed his face.
Stirring awake, John opened his eyes to see Desmond standing before him in just his robe, his wet hair hanging about his shoulders. "Must've fallen asleep," he tiredly stated. "Didn' mean t' wake ye, Boxman," Desmond stated apologetically. "S'okay," John replied. He took Desmond's hand and started to caress it with his thumb. "I was jus' goin' t' put on the kettle fer some tea," Desmond explained. However, he was feeling distracted by John's attention to his hand. John smiled. "Have a seat," he said, pattng the spot beside him.
His cheeks flushing slightly, Desmond was feeling a bit embaressed with his state of dress. Yet, he did not want to leave John's side. Complying, he sat directly beside him. John was still caressing his hand and Desmond could feel his heartrate increase with their nearness. If that weren't enough, his eyes fell on John and he couldn't help noticing just how well the older man's shorts hugged him, accentuating his assests.
"Like what you see?" His heart pounding, Desmond felt his face turn a crimson red. Prying his eyes away, he forced himself to meet John's gaze. A playful smirk crossed John's lips. "I don't mind," he said, stroking Desmond's cheek. "I - " Desmond was terribly embaressed. "Shh," John insisted, placing a finger on Desmond's lips. Leaning forward, he kissed Desmond on the mouth. "I like what I see, too," John murmurred. Desmond closed his eyes, as John proceeded to cover his face with butterfly kisses, before returning to his lips. Sighing, he savoured the feel of John's mouth, as it met his.
Intertwining one hand in Desmond's damp hair, John breathed in his fresh, clean scent. "You smell nice," he whispered into Desmond's ear. With another sigh, Desmond melted into John's embrace. It felt so wonderful to be held in his strong arms. Something he had not felt for much too long. "You make me feel... special... " Desmond huskily stated, before nuzzling John's neck. "You are special," John replied, his eyes slipping closed.
A soft moan escaped John's throat, while Desmond kissed his neck. His hand came to rest on Desmond's thigh. It was then he became aware Desmond was most likely not wearing anything beneath his robe. The very idea excited John, causing him to become aroused. Desmond flinched slightly, upon realizing where John's hand was. "John?" he said with some trepidation. "I'll stop if you want me to," John replied. "Do you want me to?" Desmond didn't. He shook his head.
Wondering if John knew he was completely bare under his robe, Desmond felt himself start to harden. He quivered in anticipation, when John's hand worked further up his leg. "I'd like to touch you, Desmond," John uttered into his ear. "Is that okay?" Desmond's heart was pounding. "Aye," he replied hoarsly, nodding his head. His breath caught in his throat, as John wrapped his hand around his length. "I'll stop any time you want," John assured him, running his fingers up Desmond's hardness. "Just say the word." Desmond was finding it nearly impossible to think. "N-no. D-don't stop." He moaned loudly, while John continued to fondle him. Desmond felt himself growing harder with each caress. "Do you like when I touch you, Desmond?" John asked. "Aye." Desmond moaned again. John smiled.
John nuzzled Desmond's neck. "May I look at you?" he asked. Desmond was breathing heavily, but managed another, "Aye." Continuing to give attention to Desmond's neck, John tugged at the tie holding his robe closed. When it fell open, he caressed Desmond's bare chest, before sliding the robe from his shoulders. Sitting back, John took in the younger man's nude form. "You're so beautiful," he stated huskily.
Feeling himself straining against his shorts, John caressed himself. At the same time, Desmond couldn't help watching him. "Do you want to see?" Desmond felt the colour rise back into his cheeks. He nodded his head. First removing his T-shirt, John then pulled off his shorts, freeing himself from their constraint. Desmond bit his bottom lip, as John stroked his hardness once more. With a low moan, Desmond started to touch himself. John grabbed his wrist, saying, "Don't." Desmond frowned, until John asked, "Do you want to touch me?" Blinking, Desmond slowly nodded again. John took Desmond's hand and placed it on his rock hard erection. Inching closer to his lover, Desmond was pleased to feel John harden even more under his touch.
John had pulled his hand away from Desmond and now placed on the uppermost portion of Desmond's inner thigh, causing. Desmond to shutter. "Do you want more?" John whispered, running his finger just under Desmond's balls. "Aye," Desmond barely managed. "Tell me, Desmond. Tell me you want more." John continued to tease him, without actually touching where Desmond most desired. "John, please," Desmond pleaded. It almost hurt with how much he craved to feel the return of John's touch. Removing his hand completely, John tilted Desmond's face so they could make eye contact. "Let me hear you say it, Desmond." He caressed Desmond's lips with his thumb. Desperation evident in Desmond's eyes, he swallowed hard, before licking his dry lips.. "I- I want more... John."
Desmond gasped loudly, when John finally took him back in his large hand. "Feels so... good," he barely uttered, unable to surpress another groan. John brought Desmond's mouth back to his, kissing him deeply. Desmond moaned, as John thrust his tongue into his mouth. "John," he finally managed, feeling he was quickly reaching the point of no return. John, too, knew he was nearing the edge. "Desmond," he groaned. Only a few seconds passed, before each man found the release they so desperately needed.
Resting his forehead against Desmond's, John waited for his breath to slow. In turn Desmond snuggled against him, with a contented sigh. The two men gradually drifted to sleep.
Half an hour later, Desmond woke. Kissing John's neck, he was pleased to see the other man slowly open his eyes. "Ready for more?" John asked, with a playful smile. Returning his smile, Desmond nodded his head. He could already feel another erection forming at the idea. "Let's go to bed," John said. Standing, he spotted Desmond's arousal. His smile growing broader, John held out his hand.
Desmond allowed himself to be pulled up. He noticed that John, too, was ready for more action. Touching John's shaft he felt it become harder. John wrapped his arms around Desmond's waist, whispering, "Patience, lover," before leading him into the bedroom.