Fic: Reunion (M7/Adventure Inc./Without a Trace) Teen
I wrote a whole two pages of the HL thing, but none of the characters are cooperating, so here's another ficlet.
Title: Reunion
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Adventure Inc./Without a Trace
Prompt: 058 - Dinner
Summary: The boys are naughty and Martin's father's a bastard.
Warning: Slash: don't read it if you're offended.
This is relevant to my claim because... Judson and Martin really are Chris and Vin. I swear.
Follows Serendipity, Once Bitten and Twice Shy.
Table
Martin nodded politely at the man extolling the virtues of his candidate’s political campaign. He couldn’t even be sure which candidate it was, he’d simply been nodding along when it seemed appropriate. He hated these dinners, but hated even more that his father insisted he went as well. As far as he was concerned these demonstrations of power and influence dressed up as award ceremonies were pointless. It had been much easier to bow out when he’d been further away.
“Excuse me, Judge Sinclair,” a soft, familiar voice interrupted. Martin couldn’t help the shiver when Judson’s hand brushed the small of his back as he came to stand next to Martin. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrow Martin for a few minutes. We have some catching up to do.”
“Oh, no, of course not,” the judge said, somewhat bemusedly.
Martin’s entire focus shifted to the tips of Judson’s fingers at his shoulder blade as Judson led him out of the dining room.
“It’s been a while.”
“Only three weeks, and you know how it is: adventure, mortal peril and treasure.”
“Uh huh,” Martin agreed absently as he half turned, took Judson’s hand and pulled him into a seminar room. Judson gave a low, amused chuckle that made Martin shiver.
“You’re beautiful,” Judson told him, brushing a thumb across Martin’s bottom lip as he opened his mouth to protest. Martin’s jaw clicked shut and Judson leaned in. Judson breath ghosted over Martin’s skin and he paused, lips millimetres away from Martin’s, a smirk curving his mouth. Martin waited a heartbeat, entire body tense with longing, before he realised that Judson was teasing him. He closed the gap, awkwardly knocking noses for a moment. Martin’s fingers dug into Judson’s hair as he pulled him closer. It wasn’t until he’d had Judson with him that he realised just how much he had missed the man. He kissed Judson with a need that left Judson playing catch up.
Judson’s hands dropped to Martin’s waist and began to unbutton his pants.
“Judson,” Martin objected, even as Judson dropped to his knees. “We can’t.”
“Pretty sure we can,” Judson said with a lopsided grin. The grin widened at the sight of Martin’s white cotton boxer-briefs. He hadn’t yet managed to persuade Martin to wear anything else, but he hadn’t tried that hard either. He was quickly developing a fetish for them. Judson pressed a kiss to the front of them, feeling heat emanating from straining flesh. Martin’s eyes dropped shut.
“Oh god,” he moaned.
Judson hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Martin’s pants and began to slowly ease them down. Martin bit his lip and dug his fingers into Judson’s hair. They both froze when the door opened.
“Martin,” Victor snapped, taking the scene in. “Senator Patterson wants to meet you.” He gave Martin and Judson, who was still on his knees, a disdainful look. “And for god’s sake, pull yourself together first.” With that he turned and walked out.
“I figure we’ve still got a few minutes,” Judson suggested as he slid his hands up Martin’s thighs.
“I don’t think so,” Martin countered, dropping his head back to lean again the wall. “My father’s a very effective mood killer.”
Judson rose to his feet. His arms slid around Martin and he pulled the resistant man to him.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Judson ran a hand through Martin’s short hair soothingly.
“My father’s not going to make it easy.”
“That’s alright. I’ve been told I’m my own special stubborn.”
Martin smiled reluctantly and leaned into his embrace.
“I can believe that,” Martin murmured into the crook of Judson’s neck.
“So, what say we put those few minutes to good use?”
Title: Reunion
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Adventure Inc./Without a Trace
Prompt: 058 - Dinner
Summary: The boys are naughty and Martin's father's a bastard.
Warning: Slash: don't read it if you're offended.
This is relevant to my claim because... Judson and Martin really are Chris and Vin. I swear.
Follows Serendipity, Once Bitten and Twice Shy.
Table
Martin nodded politely at the man extolling the virtues of his candidate’s political campaign. He couldn’t even be sure which candidate it was, he’d simply been nodding along when it seemed appropriate. He hated these dinners, but hated even more that his father insisted he went as well. As far as he was concerned these demonstrations of power and influence dressed up as award ceremonies were pointless. It had been much easier to bow out when he’d been further away.
“Excuse me, Judge Sinclair,” a soft, familiar voice interrupted. Martin couldn’t help the shiver when Judson’s hand brushed the small of his back as he came to stand next to Martin. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrow Martin for a few minutes. We have some catching up to do.”
“Oh, no, of course not,” the judge said, somewhat bemusedly.
Martin’s entire focus shifted to the tips of Judson’s fingers at his shoulder blade as Judson led him out of the dining room.
“It’s been a while.”
“Only three weeks, and you know how it is: adventure, mortal peril and treasure.”
“Uh huh,” Martin agreed absently as he half turned, took Judson’s hand and pulled him into a seminar room. Judson gave a low, amused chuckle that made Martin shiver.
“You’re beautiful,” Judson told him, brushing a thumb across Martin’s bottom lip as he opened his mouth to protest. Martin’s jaw clicked shut and Judson leaned in. Judson breath ghosted over Martin’s skin and he paused, lips millimetres away from Martin’s, a smirk curving his mouth. Martin waited a heartbeat, entire body tense with longing, before he realised that Judson was teasing him. He closed the gap, awkwardly knocking noses for a moment. Martin’s fingers dug into Judson’s hair as he pulled him closer. It wasn’t until he’d had Judson with him that he realised just how much he had missed the man. He kissed Judson with a need that left Judson playing catch up.
Judson’s hands dropped to Martin’s waist and began to unbutton his pants.
“Judson,” Martin objected, even as Judson dropped to his knees. “We can’t.”
“Pretty sure we can,” Judson said with a lopsided grin. The grin widened at the sight of Martin’s white cotton boxer-briefs. He hadn’t yet managed to persuade Martin to wear anything else, but he hadn’t tried that hard either. He was quickly developing a fetish for them. Judson pressed a kiss to the front of them, feeling heat emanating from straining flesh. Martin’s eyes dropped shut.
“Oh god,” he moaned.
Judson hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Martin’s pants and began to slowly ease them down. Martin bit his lip and dug his fingers into Judson’s hair. They both froze when the door opened.
“Martin,” Victor snapped, taking the scene in. “Senator Patterson wants to meet you.” He gave Martin and Judson, who was still on his knees, a disdainful look. “And for god’s sake, pull yourself together first.” With that he turned and walked out.
“I figure we’ve still got a few minutes,” Judson suggested as he slid his hands up Martin’s thighs.
“I don’t think so,” Martin countered, dropping his head back to lean again the wall. “My father’s a very effective mood killer.”
Judson rose to his feet. His arms slid around Martin and he pulled the resistant man to him.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Judson ran a hand through Martin’s short hair soothingly.
“My father’s not going to make it easy.”
“That’s alright. I’ve been told I’m my own special stubborn.”
Martin smiled reluctantly and leaned into his embrace.
“I can believe that,” Martin murmured into the crook of Judson’s neck.
“So, what say we put those few minutes to good use?”