For licenseartistic - July 07 - Bear
Title / Prompt: July 07 - Bear
Character: Noah (HRG) Bennet
Warnings: None really -- m/m sexxors with no actual nudity, hints of D/s, adultery
Pairings: Bennet/Parkman, hints of Claude/Bennet UST
Your character's fandom: Heroes
Word count: 646 per PocketWord
Rating: hard R
Disclaimer: Not mine -- if he was, there would have been a lot less U in the UST...
Crossposted to licenseartistic
"Huh? Wha--? Somethin' wrong with Ted?" These are the first words out of Parkman's mouth when he wakes up.
Bennet chuckles softly and shakes his head. "No, Ted's okay -- sleeping quietly next door as far as I can tell," he answers, gesturing towards the neon sign outside the motel room. "No sign of electrical interference or the like," he adds, before Parkman can even ask 'How do you know?'
"Thought I was the telepath here," Parkman mutters, then he squints up at Bennet just as he realizes what state he's in. Bennet knows he'd see a faint blush in his cheeks if the lighting were better, and as he smiles, he can see Parkman's eyes go wider. "Um... what did you want, again?"
"I think we need to talk." Simple, to the point, which is good, because the rest of this will probably get very awkward...
"It's--" and Parkman shifts to look at the digital clock, then scowls up at him, "3:47 in the morning, and you want to talk now? You don't talk for most of the damned drive, and you want to talk now?"
//...before it's too late...//
"Don't do that, Parkman," Bennet warns, then his expression softens. "Sorry -- I shouldn't... you can't help yourself." Then he takes a deep breath, lets it out very slowly, and takes off his glasses, placing them on the small nightstand between the two beds. "This is... not easy for me. But I made a serious mistake once, and I don't intend to do it again."
Before he even thinks -- and Bennet can tell because of the look on his face the moment the words are out of his mouth -- Parkman asks, "Who's Claude?" And now he can't help himself -- he has to get off the bed and put some distance between them, because otherwise he might punch Parkman, and it's really not the man's fault he has no control. He's halfway to the door when he hears Parkman moving, and then there's a warm hand on his shoulder and, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"
He reacts the way he's been trained to -- no reason to hide it like he did when the FBI raided Primatech. In an instant he turns, grabs Parkman, and shoves him up against the door. And Parkman gasps, his eyes going wide and reflecting the blinking neon, his expression telling Bennet everything he needs to know. Hands grab wrists and pin them to the door, and Parkman moans softly, his eyes sliding closed for a moment. Bennet leans in to kiss him, pressing a thigh against his hardening cock. That's when Parkman's eyes open wide once more, and Bennet smiles into the kiss. //The dream came from me,// he projects, and Parkman whimpers softly.
Finally he pulls back just enough to let Parkman speak, although he continues to hold the man there against the door. "You-- you're married," Parkman observes.
He grins and says, "So are you."
"Point taken. Um..." A long pause, then, "This is kind of weird, you know."
//Is it better when you can't think coherently?// and lewd thoughts and images flood Parkman's mind, leaving him panting and writhing against Bennet where he has him pinned. When he finally lets up, he can tell the man is halfway to coming.
"You want to do all that... to me?" Parkman breathes, lips bare millimeters away from his.
//I'm not as conservative as I look.//
"...a harness, too?"
//You're not exactly a bear, but you'd look damned good in leather...//
And that's enough to do it as Parkman whimpers, "Oh god..." and comes right there, rubbing against his thigh.
Bennet smiles -- a wickedly knowing grin -- and steps away from him. //Back on the bed, now,// and as Parkman covers the distance in record time his smile grows. It's very nice to be in charge...
Character: Noah (HRG) Bennet
Warnings: None really -- m/m sexxors with no actual nudity, hints of D/s, adultery
Pairings: Bennet/Parkman, hints of Claude/Bennet UST
Your character's fandom: Heroes
Word count: 646 per PocketWord
Rating: hard R
Disclaimer: Not mine -- if he was, there would have been a lot less U in the UST...
Crossposted to licenseartistic
"Huh? Wha--? Somethin' wrong with Ted?" These are the first words out of Parkman's mouth when he wakes up.
Bennet chuckles softly and shakes his head. "No, Ted's okay -- sleeping quietly next door as far as I can tell," he answers, gesturing towards the neon sign outside the motel room. "No sign of electrical interference or the like," he adds, before Parkman can even ask 'How do you know?'
"Thought I was the telepath here," Parkman mutters, then he squints up at Bennet just as he realizes what state he's in. Bennet knows he'd see a faint blush in his cheeks if the lighting were better, and as he smiles, he can see Parkman's eyes go wider. "Um... what did you want, again?"
"I think we need to talk." Simple, to the point, which is good, because the rest of this will probably get very awkward...
"It's--" and Parkman shifts to look at the digital clock, then scowls up at him, "3:47 in the morning, and you want to talk now? You don't talk for most of the damned drive, and you want to talk now?"
//...before it's too late...//
"Don't do that, Parkman," Bennet warns, then his expression softens. "Sorry -- I shouldn't... you can't help yourself." Then he takes a deep breath, lets it out very slowly, and takes off his glasses, placing them on the small nightstand between the two beds. "This is... not easy for me. But I made a serious mistake once, and I don't intend to do it again."
Before he even thinks -- and Bennet can tell because of the look on his face the moment the words are out of his mouth -- Parkman asks, "Who's Claude?" And now he can't help himself -- he has to get off the bed and put some distance between them, because otherwise he might punch Parkman, and it's really not the man's fault he has no control. He's halfway to the door when he hears Parkman moving, and then there's a warm hand on his shoulder and, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"
He reacts the way he's been trained to -- no reason to hide it like he did when the FBI raided Primatech. In an instant he turns, grabs Parkman, and shoves him up against the door. And Parkman gasps, his eyes going wide and reflecting the blinking neon, his expression telling Bennet everything he needs to know. Hands grab wrists and pin them to the door, and Parkman moans softly, his eyes sliding closed for a moment. Bennet leans in to kiss him, pressing a thigh against his hardening cock. That's when Parkman's eyes open wide once more, and Bennet smiles into the kiss. //The dream came from me,// he projects, and Parkman whimpers softly.
Finally he pulls back just enough to let Parkman speak, although he continues to hold the man there against the door. "You-- you're married," Parkman observes.
He grins and says, "So are you."
"Point taken. Um..." A long pause, then, "This is kind of weird, you know."
//Is it better when you can't think coherently?// and lewd thoughts and images flood Parkman's mind, leaving him panting and writhing against Bennet where he has him pinned. When he finally lets up, he can tell the man is halfway to coming.
"You want to do all that... to me?" Parkman breathes, lips bare millimeters away from his.
//I'm not as conservative as I look.//
"...a harness, too?"
//You're not exactly a bear, but you'd look damned good in leather...//
And that's enough to do it as Parkman whimpers, "Oh god..." and comes right there, rubbing against his thigh.
Bennet smiles -- a wickedly knowing grin -- and steps away from him. //Back on the bed, now,// and as Parkman covers the distance in record time his smile grows. It's very nice to be in charge...