Fic: Sleeper's Awake
Title: Sleeper's Awake
Author: heather_mist
Word Count: about 1000
Disclaimer: Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin belong entirely to Patrick O'Brian, I have just borrowed them with love.
Pairing: Jack/Stephen
Rating: Probably verging on NC-17
Summary: Jack has his own way of rousing Stephen from his sleep
Authors Notes: Almost all the fics I post here seem to have the characters doing a lot of talking and they are generally towards the 'g' rating. In this there is no talking - and it isn't 'g' either...
Edited to add : I've changed the title from the original because I realised that there is already a fic, posted not all that long ago called 'In The Quiet of the Morning' - and while I don't mind borrowing heavily from the original series author, it's just a bit too cheeky to be borrowing from a fellow fanfic writer - so now it is called, as you see 'Sleepers Awake'!
Sleepers Awake
A small movement at his side made Jack look down; Stephen stirred, muttered something unintelligible under his breath but did not wake, and Jack smiled to himself. It had been a warm night and at some point the cot’s thin blanket must have slipped to the floor unnoticed for they now lay there uncovered, completely naked, but quite comfortable nonetheless. As was his custom, Jack was lying almost flat on his back, while Stephen had nestled against his side, his head cradled on Jack’s shoulder and Jack’s arm draped protectively over him, his hand resting lightly on the slender hip. His eyes traversed Stephen’s body: it was not, perhaps, that of an Adonis by regular standards, but Jack loved to look on him nonetheless, particularly like this when Stephen was relaxed and unguarded, and Jack was therefore at his leisure to feast his eyes. His gaze lingered on Stephen’s prick, as dormant as its owner. Even like this it was a sight that never failed to please and arouse him. Of course he adored it stiff and upright - primed and ready for action as it were, and in his adoration he was frequently and quite literally on his knees before it in his own form of worship (a thought he was careful not to share with Stephen however whose Catholicism, he felt sure, would be shocked by such blasphemy), but he also loved it like this. He loved to wake it, to see the transformative effect his touch had, the way Stephen’s body responded to his, he found it immensely gratifying.
Jack drew a gentle finger down the soft flesh, revelling in its silkiness beneath his work-hardened hands; it reminded him a little of the ears of his spaniel Bess, and tenderly he stroked it again before tracing a feather-light caress along the edge of Stephen’s scrotum. Stephen breathed out a small moan and shifted in his sleep, his upper hip instinctively rolling back a little giving Jack easier access, but still he did not wake. At his next touch however Jack felt Stephen’s prick, a little firmer now, twitch against his hand and at this his own responded in kind, demanding notice too. Impatiently he gave it a quick rub, back and forth, to relieve the immediate urge to be touched before returning his attention to Stephen. Another soft stroke or two and then he placed a finger and thumb either side of the shaft to give a little more pressure but still at the same seductively gentle and slow pace he had used before, enjoying the leisurely arousal he was provoking. A couple more passes, a soft flutter of fingertips against Stephen’s balls to heighten the effect, and the engorgement beneath his hand became even more pronounced. As Stephen’s prick began to rise Jack’s fingers curled around it, pulling gently and increasing both friction and pressure but still keeping to the established slow rhythm.
Stephen moaned again, louder this time, and arched his hips towards Jack, thrusting more emphatically into his hand, his eyelids fluttering open. Jack hushed him as he would a restless horse and, leaning in, placed delicate kisses on each eyelid to encourage them to remain shut before pressing his lips warmly to Stephen’s upturned mouth. The flesh against his palm responded with another decided twitch and he resumed his caresses, his hand sliding sensuously up and down the growing length, delighting in the feel of its increasing solidity and girth.
A low prolonged ‘Ohh…’ of pleasure escaped Stephen and Jack seized the opportunity to claim his mouth too, his tongue insinuating itself between his parted lips to flick provocatively at the roof before twining around Stephen’s own questing tongue. As their kiss prolonged, growing steadily deeper and more passionate, Jack felt Stephen’s hand steal beneath his arm to cup and fondle his balls, touching him the way Jack loved to be touched: a soft squeeze, a tender but insistent tugging, and all the while Stephen’s thumb describing a continuous, arousing circle against the sensitive skin. His breath grew ragged and he caught Stephen’s lower lip between his teeth, biting gently, as his own hand grew more urgent, sometimes encompassing the whole of the shaft from root to tip, sometimes concentrating just on the head, covering it with his palm and playing with it, varying his speed from fast to slow, his touch from firm to soft, in the way he knew Stephen liked. Jack thrust his hips a little toward Stephen and felt his cock being grasped firmly, encircled by Stephen’s thumb and forefinger, the hand moving rhythmically up and down, a strong steady beat, entirely sure of it’s tempo and measure.
As he fondled Stephen’s cock, Jack’s other hand swept over his buttocks massaging and kneading the meagre cheeks, his finger seeking out the cleft and the sensitive pucker of flesh within, to rub and tease and press against it lasciviously, but not actually to enter. Stephen gave a groan of pure animal lust and pumped Jack even more insistently, his tongue plundering his mouth as he did so. Their hands, with all the familiarity of intimate knowledge and much practice, worked in concert: their pace quickening, their touch sure. Then, just as he felt his own and Stephen’s climaxes building, Jack pressed the tip of his finger home, thrusting shallowly but hard and fast, his hand on Stephen’s prick matching in rhythm and pace. Their cries of pleasure were lost in each other’s mouths and against each other’s necks as, hands jerking in unison, they brought each other off, their seed intermingling on their bellies as they came, mere seconds apart…
For a moment or two Stephen leant his forehead on Jack’s chest, both of them breathing hard, then at last he lifted his head and opened his eyes. The pale irises had shrunk to a narrow band around each lustrous dark pupil, and as their eyes met Jack could see a world, an ocean, of love and desire there. He knew his own reflected the same. They held each other’s gaze for a long, long, moment before Jack, with a smile as sweet as a boy’s, pulled Stephen’s head back down to his shoulder, kissed him tenderly on its crown and held him close, his hand once more resting protectively on Stephen’s hip.
Author: heather_mist
Word Count: about 1000
Disclaimer: Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin belong entirely to Patrick O'Brian, I have just borrowed them with love.
Pairing: Jack/Stephen
Rating: Probably verging on NC-17
Summary: Jack has his own way of rousing Stephen from his sleep
Authors Notes: Almost all the fics I post here seem to have the characters doing a lot of talking and they are generally towards the 'g' rating. In this there is no talking - and it isn't 'g' either...
Edited to add : I've changed the title from the original because I realised that there is already a fic, posted not all that long ago called 'In The Quiet of the Morning' - and while I don't mind borrowing heavily from the original series author, it's just a bit too cheeky to be borrowing from a fellow fanfic writer - so now it is called, as you see 'Sleepers Awake'!
Sleepers Awake
A small movement at his side made Jack look down; Stephen stirred, muttered something unintelligible under his breath but did not wake, and Jack smiled to himself. It had been a warm night and at some point the cot’s thin blanket must have slipped to the floor unnoticed for they now lay there uncovered, completely naked, but quite comfortable nonetheless. As was his custom, Jack was lying almost flat on his back, while Stephen had nestled against his side, his head cradled on Jack’s shoulder and Jack’s arm draped protectively over him, his hand resting lightly on the slender hip. His eyes traversed Stephen’s body: it was not, perhaps, that of an Adonis by regular standards, but Jack loved to look on him nonetheless, particularly like this when Stephen was relaxed and unguarded, and Jack was therefore at his leisure to feast his eyes. His gaze lingered on Stephen’s prick, as dormant as its owner. Even like this it was a sight that never failed to please and arouse him. Of course he adored it stiff and upright - primed and ready for action as it were, and in his adoration he was frequently and quite literally on his knees before it in his own form of worship (a thought he was careful not to share with Stephen however whose Catholicism, he felt sure, would be shocked by such blasphemy), but he also loved it like this. He loved to wake it, to see the transformative effect his touch had, the way Stephen’s body responded to his, he found it immensely gratifying.
Jack drew a gentle finger down the soft flesh, revelling in its silkiness beneath his work-hardened hands; it reminded him a little of the ears of his spaniel Bess, and tenderly he stroked it again before tracing a feather-light caress along the edge of Stephen’s scrotum. Stephen breathed out a small moan and shifted in his sleep, his upper hip instinctively rolling back a little giving Jack easier access, but still he did not wake. At his next touch however Jack felt Stephen’s prick, a little firmer now, twitch against his hand and at this his own responded in kind, demanding notice too. Impatiently he gave it a quick rub, back and forth, to relieve the immediate urge to be touched before returning his attention to Stephen. Another soft stroke or two and then he placed a finger and thumb either side of the shaft to give a little more pressure but still at the same seductively gentle and slow pace he had used before, enjoying the leisurely arousal he was provoking. A couple more passes, a soft flutter of fingertips against Stephen’s balls to heighten the effect, and the engorgement beneath his hand became even more pronounced. As Stephen’s prick began to rise Jack’s fingers curled around it, pulling gently and increasing both friction and pressure but still keeping to the established slow rhythm.
Stephen moaned again, louder this time, and arched his hips towards Jack, thrusting more emphatically into his hand, his eyelids fluttering open. Jack hushed him as he would a restless horse and, leaning in, placed delicate kisses on each eyelid to encourage them to remain shut before pressing his lips warmly to Stephen’s upturned mouth. The flesh against his palm responded with another decided twitch and he resumed his caresses, his hand sliding sensuously up and down the growing length, delighting in the feel of its increasing solidity and girth.
A low prolonged ‘Ohh…’ of pleasure escaped Stephen and Jack seized the opportunity to claim his mouth too, his tongue insinuating itself between his parted lips to flick provocatively at the roof before twining around Stephen’s own questing tongue. As their kiss prolonged, growing steadily deeper and more passionate, Jack felt Stephen’s hand steal beneath his arm to cup and fondle his balls, touching him the way Jack loved to be touched: a soft squeeze, a tender but insistent tugging, and all the while Stephen’s thumb describing a continuous, arousing circle against the sensitive skin. His breath grew ragged and he caught Stephen’s lower lip between his teeth, biting gently, as his own hand grew more urgent, sometimes encompassing the whole of the shaft from root to tip, sometimes concentrating just on the head, covering it with his palm and playing with it, varying his speed from fast to slow, his touch from firm to soft, in the way he knew Stephen liked. Jack thrust his hips a little toward Stephen and felt his cock being grasped firmly, encircled by Stephen’s thumb and forefinger, the hand moving rhythmically up and down, a strong steady beat, entirely sure of it’s tempo and measure.
As he fondled Stephen’s cock, Jack’s other hand swept over his buttocks massaging and kneading the meagre cheeks, his finger seeking out the cleft and the sensitive pucker of flesh within, to rub and tease and press against it lasciviously, but not actually to enter. Stephen gave a groan of pure animal lust and pumped Jack even more insistently, his tongue plundering his mouth as he did so. Their hands, with all the familiarity of intimate knowledge and much practice, worked in concert: their pace quickening, their touch sure. Then, just as he felt his own and Stephen’s climaxes building, Jack pressed the tip of his finger home, thrusting shallowly but hard and fast, his hand on Stephen’s prick matching in rhythm and pace. Their cries of pleasure were lost in each other’s mouths and against each other’s necks as, hands jerking in unison, they brought each other off, their seed intermingling on their bellies as they came, mere seconds apart…
For a moment or two Stephen leant his forehead on Jack’s chest, both of them breathing hard, then at last he lifted his head and opened his eyes. The pale irises had shrunk to a narrow band around each lustrous dark pupil, and as their eyes met Jack could see a world, an ocean, of love and desire there. He knew his own reflected the same. They held each other’s gaze for a long, long, moment before Jack, with a smile as sweet as a boy’s, pulled Stephen’s head back down to his shoulder, kissed him tenderly on its crown and held him close, his hand once more resting protectively on Stephen’s hip.