I like write imagines, hcs and fanfiction, you can call me Orbit. My requests are always open, I mainly do youtubers but I'll have a list eventually of other things I'm willing to write about!
The ringing of my phone waked me from my peaceful sleep, I groaned to myself and slid the green answer button quickly hitting the speaker icon so I didn't have to try, giving a tired 'hmm?'
"Sean?" a voice I knew all to well came from the phone. Y/n, a friend I have back in the states, almost twelve years younger then me, but really fun to be around, and talk to.
"Y/n, do you have any clue what time it is?" I ask.
Y/n hummed in thought "- Nope can't say I do" he giggled quietly.
I peered at the dark screen of my phone as if he could see me, those giggles only meant one thing; he was probably high, he only giggle like that when he just got done smoking with his other boneheaded friends - whatever, as long as he didn't hurt himself.
"Do you have to call me when you're like this? its..." I glanced at my digital alarm clock and wanted to strangle y/n "4:05 am" he groaned burrying his face into the pillow.
"I needed to call you though!" the boy whined a bit.
"I highly doubt that" I huffed.
"I did" the voice got a bit pouty "I need you"
I paused a moment, not quite catching up with what y/n wanted me to "What do you need me for?"
Y/n huffed in annoyance "Isn't it obvious?" he asked with another soft giggle, I heard him shifting from the other side "I'm hard for you" the boy purred.
I froze, what? no way did y/n call me to have phone sex with him. I don't answer, my mouth feels dry and I don't know how to feel about what he just said to me. If he was being serious I'd probably take him up on the offer, even I couldn't deny the boy was cute, a bit young maybe to be in a full time relationship with but... cute.
My silence must of frustrated him more before he groaned "Common old man, lossen up, I don't want to just fantasize about you tonight" he said.
"Y/n I-"
"I wished you would of fucked me when you came down last year, I was waiting for you to do anything but you didn't... don't make me beg" he says, I hear him shift on what I assume is his bed again.
I've had phone sex before, but I knew I wasn't very good at it, my dirty talk could be better, but maybe y/n would forgive me for that.
"What are you wearing?" I ask already feeling lame.
A breathy giggle comes through the phone "just my boxers at the moment" he humors me.
"shit... you sleep naked?"
"Most of the time, LA's to hot for clothing" he says "you can tell me what to do" he attempts.
I turn on my back and place the phone on my chest. I reach down messaging my semi-hard cock, swallowing down a groan of pleasure.
"Why don't you get me fully hard first?" I ask, curious if his dirty talks any better then mind.
"I got home just a little bit ago, on the urber ride back to my house I was scrolling through instagram and I saw the picture you posted at the gym..." he paused a moment "the only thing I could think about was you man handling me in the locker room of a gym, making me your little play thing-" he paused "do you want me to lead?" he asks "is jack'o-boy a sub?"
I feel my cheeks heat up at his tease "ma...maybe" I say.
Theres a quiet aftet that makes me nervous "are you touching yourself?" he askes, his voice switches to a more domineering tone that makes my cock twitch.
"Yes" I say almost breathlessly.
"How?"
"M' palming myself" I let put a breathy moan.
"take your pants and boxers off" he says "and stop holding back, I want to hear you lose control for me"
I slip off my sweats and boxers waiting for more instructions, giving confirmation I did what he said.
"Good... I want you to stroke yourself, slowly" he says, i do so giving a soft whimper "do you like praise or being degraded?"
"both" i say "I like being talked down to more" I admit.
"do you like me controlling you?"
"yes"
"'course you do little slut" my cock twitch at his voice.
There's still a small part of my brain that's wondering, it seems to be shut up as soon as y/n moans from the other side of the phone. fuck that's actually hot.
"Do you like younger men controlling you? are you that much of a perv Sean?" he asks I can only whimper "I want words"
"Y...yes" I croak out.
This earns a dark chuckle from y/n before he hums a bit "Didn't think you would admit to it" he said "You're to easy, don't know if I like that, maybe I want you all to myself as my slutty little baby"
I want to stroke myself faster but I wait for the instructions to do so, I keep up the slow steady pace.
"What do you like better, daddy or sir? or maybe you're more of a master type?" he questions.
"D...daddy" I whine my whole body feels hot at this point, so I can't tell if I'm blushing or not.
"'course" he said "what do you want baby?"
"Can I go faster?"
There's a pause and I have to hold back a whine by biting my lip.
"sure baby" y/n grunts out.
I automatically speed my hand up letting out a moan, I close my eyes imagining y/n watching over me as he makes me please myself.
"God, you sound so fucking beautiful" he says as he lets out a moan.
"Daddy" I whine finally just letting myself fully submit to my younger friend, there was something that felt so exciting about letting a younger guy dom over me.
"That's right doll, moan for me" he huffed "moan like the little slut you are"
I squirmed in my bed, usually I had no issue lasting awhile but I already felt myself getting close, I blamed it on new experiences, but maybe it was just that y/n had me so turned on. I groaned a bit squeezing my eyes shut.
"Daddy I-"
"Me too, hold it till I say" y/n cut me off ragged breaths coming from his side as he neared his end.
I whimpered as I forced myself to hold back blowing my load as hard as it was I did manage.
"Fuck Sean, Cum with me" he ordered.
It was easy to follow his command, automatically letting myself go, moaning his name as I did so. My orgasm shook through me making my body tremble a few seconds after it was done. I panted closing my eyes, I felt tired. Of course I feel tired its 5:30 now. I grabbed my phone wondering if y/n was still on the line, the call was still going, counting up the time under his icon. I sighed a bit wondering if he fell asleep.
"So..." he said finally, I heard the shifting of blankets for what felt like probably the hundredth time that night "when you coming back to visit?" he asks.
I find myself chuckling "A lot sooner then I had planned"
Theres always something peaceful about the rain, even when your driving and it makes it harder to see. I was stuck inside with nothing to really but watch the rain gather on my bedroom window, my room Sean had been gone most of the day, off filming some youtube video in his office, and I was stuck at home with nothing to do but watch as the rain covered the streets of Brighton and cars drove past the house. I had nothing but my imagination to turn to... sure I could turn on the tv and watch something but it would probably turn into endless scrolling before eventually giving up and going back to staring out the window, so I was going to cut out the middle part and just stare.
I glanced at the clock, who knows how long Sean will be gone. My mind wonder to a more naughty place, having a roommate had it disadvantages when it came to getting some personal one on one time with yourself. Fuck I was horny, but their was nothing new about that, I had a pretty high labido, pretty much ready to go whenever someone said the word. I turned toward my computer in my chair, a blink email open to my boss... oh right, I was trying to get work done at one point.
I opened incognito mode on my browser and typed pornhub before letting it load, it could be a little to tame sometimes for my taste but at the moment I just wanted to have something to lazily jerk off too. When the sight loaded my eyes were assulted with naked women, I scrunched up my nose a bit. Not what I wanted to see at the moment. I quickly got to the gay side with a few clicks and looked at the some of the thumbnails, I came to someone who looked a little like Sean, I bit my lip. Typical gay boy falling for his straight friend, well more lusting after but still. I clicked on it turning down my speakers so if Sean did come in he wouldn't just hear porn blasting.
I slide my sweat pants down enough to let my cock free, already hard aching to get some attention, I teased myself, only letting the tips of my fingers lightly brush along the length of my cock. I let out a frustrated breath, my mind to weak to deal with even me teasing myself at the moment - its been too long. I wrap a hand around myself letting out a soft moan as I do so, my attention turning to the man on the screan, who was also jerking himself off, mumbling dirty things to the camera.
"I bet you like watch me jerk off don't you? yeah touch your pathetic cock fag" came from my speaker, the male had a deep voice.
He was putting it on a little thick, not that I don't like being degraded but sometimes pornstars should just shut up. I went with it though;
"oh fuck yes" i answered the man who couldn't hear me.
I found my imagination doing what it does best, imagining it was Sean, the voice was to different, but the body build and face worked out, so I did my best to look past the voice. I stroked myself a little faster, I wanted to enjoy it but their was always that little bit of anxiety that Sean might have weaseled his way into the house with out making any noise and would catch me.
"Thats right - I bet you wish you could suck it, don't you sissy?"
"pls, sean" I find myself whining as I tilt my head back allowing my mind to do whatever it wanted to get me off, the mans voice slowly started to sound like Seans.
"That's right you'd do anything for an alpha like me wouldn't you?"
"god, fuck, yes~" I moan getting lost in the image of Sean stroking himself in front of me, teasing me, not letting me touch him only allowing me to watch "Sean, fuck, please" i begged outloud.
"Oh god, I might use your throat as a cock warmer later"
"Please Sean I want it" my hand move faster as I was getting closer to cumming.
"y/n?" the door opened and I gasped, I tried to stop myself but I came hard as Sean walked through the door with a strangled moan.
ooOOoo
{ Sean's Pov }
I had gotten done with my filming a little earlier then I thought I would have, and went straight home after locking up the office. I huffed as I hadn't brought an umbrella with me, so I'd be walking back in the rain with no protection. stupid wheather. I walked as quick as I could back to my house, jogging the last block, even then I still got pretty wet, my hair dripped along and my sweated was soaked.
I quickly got inside dripping on the floor should clean that before y/n sees, he tries so hard to keep the house clean for both of us, I don't expect him to, but it is nice that he does most of the cleaning.
"Sean" I hear y/n moan, I freeze, was he.... No, why would be calling out my name while doing that? he must of been hurt that was it.
"y/n?" I call.
"Sean please" another moan from his room.
I walk to his room slowly drying off as I dripped all over the house. I thought about knocking but instead I just opened the door, I heard y/n gasp then watch in shock as he came, I froze in place. He was moaning my name... I swallowed dryly, feeling a bit of arousals gather itself in me and watched as y/n scrambled closing out of the tab he was watching, the moans of the other male cutting abruptly as he did so. He tucked himself back into his sweats and gave an awkward cough.
"Knockings a smart thing to do" he says simply, his whole face a light shade of red from embarrassment.
"Sorry, I..." I paused "I heard my name"
This makes y/n eyes widden "oh..." he says before licking his lips, his eyes move up and down my body linger near my package for a little bit "you're wet" he says.
"yeah..." I nod its awkward, but I know what I want to do, I want to march over their and pull y/n into a kiss before demanding he fix the problem he made.
"you should -" I pulled him up by the shirt pressing my lips to his, I didn't give him a chance to kiss back before I pushed him onto his knees.
I slipped my jeans off before sitting down in his chair and looked down at a shocked y/n. I smirked a bit enjoying the confusion and excitment that was mixing on the boys face.
"are you going to fix this?" I asked pointing to my still covered dick, it was pressing against my boxers, begging for attnetion from y/n.
"If I dont?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow - of course he's the bratty type, anything to get a rise of out the dom. I shrugged a bit "Don't make me force you" I simply say, I had been with his type before... maybe not ever a guy but girl versions of it.
"You won't" he smirked challenging me.
I waisted no time grabbing his hair and forcefully pulling him closer and pressing his face into my lap "really now?" I smirk "come on don't make this hard for yourself"
Y/n sat for a minute probably processing what was happening. I wondered if he would try testing me to see how far I would go with this whole thing. As he stayed still I got my answer. I pulled him away harshly before slipping my boxers off and storking myself.
"You're being very disobedient" I said tightening my grip on his hair, a small whimper escaping his throat a I did so, I pulled him back to my dick "Lick" I say.
This time he obeys licking strips up my cock, I let out a low moan loosening my grip on his hair "good boy" I say "make me cum and maybe I'll reward you with the same kindness" I push my food into his buldge, he lets out a moan before pushing attempting to grind against my foot. I pull it away with a small chuckle as he whines at the loss. I moan as he takes me in his warm mouth.
"Fuck yeah baby, take it" I moan stopping myself from fucking his throat, I wantd to savor the pleasure for awhile.
I watched as y/n bobbed his head up in down, taking my cock little by little, I already felt close, it had been far to long since I had been with anyone, hopefull y/n was new long term play thing for me... maybe somethubg more. I push his head down all the way thrusting my cock into his throat as I stood, he gages at first but slowly he relaxes allowing me to do what I want without struggle.
"fuck y/n" I can't hell but moan "shit, I'm cumming" my hips stutter and I prop myself up with the desk as I cum down his throat allowing myself to ride it out, I feel hin swallow around my cock making me moan a bit. I fall back into the chair my cock leave y/n mouth as I do.
Y/n catches his breath and I look down at him, seeing a small dark patch in his sweats.
"Did I make you wet?" I smirk only earning a glare from him, I chuckle pushing my foot into his buldge once more and rubbing him through his sweats, he moans probably still sensitive from cumming before.
"Sean" he seens to beg.
I stop and pull him onto my lap effortlessly, allowing his legs to on either side of my right leg.
"hump my leg and make yourself cum like the little bitch you are" I say looking up into his eyes.
I wonder if he'll listen, or if he'll just call it off, we haven't talked kinks or anything before this so I was swinging blind. But as y/n props his his hands on my chest and slowly started humping my leg I relax, watching him.
"thats right, just like that, let md hear you moan" I say.
Y/n response with a moan moving his hips faster on my thigh chasing after his orgasam. I smirk as he whines obviously close by the way his hips are moving.
"Cum, make a mess in your pants" I whisper close to his ear.
Thats all it seemed to take, I watch as his gray sweat pants got a bit darker and smirker, I pushed my leg up into it earning a strangled whimper.
"Don't, sensitive" he whined as he laid his head on my shoulder, leaning his body into mine.
ooOOoo
{ Y/n Pov }
I felt tired but I wanted to stay awake to talk aboout what happened. I felt Sean slip off my pants and clean us both up with the tissues I had on my desk. He picked me up and carried me to my bed, I thought he would leave once he put me down but he crawled in with me, pulling me into his chest.
"Sean?" I questioned.
"I liked cuddling after sex" he said simply.
Of course he did. "What was that?"
"what do you want it to be?" he pulled away a bit so we could look at one another.
"...Something more then just sex?" I say.
"okay, I wouldn't mind that" Sean smiled a bit making my heart flutter.
"but you're-"
"I swear to got of you say I'm 'straight' after what happened back their I'm smacking you" he cut me off.
I went quiet, he had point, but still. I decided maybe it didn't matter, maybe all that mattet was I was with Sean now. So I cuddled back into him and closed my eyes, more then ready for sleep. Beford drifting off I felt him press a soft kiss into my head.
summary; just wanted to rewrite Jim and Ricks meeting and put a little gay twist on it :)
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Jim had his reservations about seeing Rick Payne, the professor had been helpful to Melinda when she needed, but now he had to go, and make it seem not suspicious that he was there. He easily found his way around the campus to Paynes office. He gave a gentle knock on the already open office door to make himself present.
He saw a younger -- rather cute -- male leaning over a projector poking at it with a pencil.
"uh, hello? I'm looking for Professor-Dr Payne?" he asked figured the professor was somewhere else.
"So are half the credit card companies in the US" the male said, glancing up toward him "what can I do for you?"
"You're Payne?" he asks.
"Yes, Unfortunately" he nods "You are?"
"Sorry I just thought you were much older" Jim says, suddenly he feels dumb, he probably looked dumb standing there shocked over seeing how young the professor was... had to be not much older then himself.
"Why don't you come back in 45 years?" he says.
Jim bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn't smile at the professors witty comments. He takes a deep breath regathering himself. He moved further into the office keeping his eyes on the professor as he continued to tinker with the projector.
"Um, I'm Jim Clacy, Melinda Gordon's husband? She says you help her sometimes" this seems to get the young professors attention as he stood up and quickly shakes Jims hand.
There's a brief moment where Jim feels lost in the touch… what was happening to him… had to be this ghost thing getting to him… right?
"You're Melinda's husband" the man smiles "wow this is very interesting"
The shake is going on longer than needing to, yet Jim can't find it in him to complain.
"Yeah, my wife out of town, she sent me -"
"Your wife fascinates me," Payne cuts him off.
Jim feels a spike of jealousy rise in him… except he's not jealous of Payne, no, who then. Their still holding hands despite the fact they weren't shaking one anothers hand anymore. Jim wonders if Payne realize this but he can't think straight while the professors deep blue eyes are locked on to his, so full of wonder, so curious, almost like he's trying to get to know Jim without asking any questions.
"Yeah… she has that effect on people" he's surprised when he sounds bitter… okay stay calm Jim… you're just all messed up because of this ghost. "Look, sometimes she says you help her and I'm working on this project and I was wondering if you'd give me a hand" they finally let go of one another hands, except now Payne just feels too close to him, a smile on the professors lips.
"Well, what kind of project?" Payne asks.
"I'm writing a book, you know everyone's doing it these days," he says with a shrug.
"Melinda said you were a paramedic?"
"It's a hobby"
"Saving lives is a hobby?"
This time Jim can't help but let out a small laugh "no writing"
"oh writing - writing the book is a hobby" Payne nods and it makes Jim wonder if he was this way all the time, he also can't help but want to find out.
"I'm a little lost right now, I'm playing with all this… symbolism, cats for instance, uh -" before he can finish his thought Payne starts walking away toward one of his bookshelves.
Jim looks after him confused and quickly follows. He misses how close they are, he wants them to be close again - focus Clancy. Payne grabs a book from the shelf and meets him part way at on of his desks.
"Here you go Melinda's husband" he says setting the book down "Take your pick"
Jim looks through the book, he flips a few pages, looking at the different breeds of cats. His eyes catches the one from his dream and quickly stops flipping.
"Ah, that one" he points to what book has labeled as 'The Abyssinian Cat'.
"Excellent, Abyssinian, an Egyptian cat, very spooky looking huh?" Pyan has a playful smile on his face that makes Jim smile as well, he nods in agreement, "You know the ancient Egyptians were crazy about cats Jim"
Jim has to force himself to focus, because all his brain seemed to want to focus on was the fact that Payne said his name.
"If you killed a cat, you had to be killed… if your cat died you went into mourning, you shave off your eyebrows while in mourning - which I tell you must of been a fantastic look"
Jim let out a slight laugh but nods, he likes the passionate glint in the professor's eyes as he tells Jim about this stuff. Jim loses himself in those eyes for a second before shaking his head slightly.
"Okay… well what if I throw some beetles in the story what would that mean?" he asks
"That would depend"
"On what?"
"The Beetle, I wasn't partial to George"
Jim goes silent, if the professor wasn't so cute with his playful little jokes and snide remarks Jim would of been very annoyed. Instead he wants to listen to the professor talk more - he wants to see how the man conducts his classes, and how he is as a friend… maybe - damn it, it's just the ghost messing your head up. Payne moves past him and for the shortest, yet longest moment in Jim's life his arm brushes Paynes. Jim feels dazed.
"I'm joking, That's a joke" he says as he settles behind what seems to be his main desk and looks at his computer "Guess Melinda hasn't told you a lot about me" he sounds almost disappointed.
"No… No, she just said you were a great guy" he smiled, Payne did seems like a great guy, albeit a little sarcastic and coy, but still…
"Well, then you have been horribly miss informed" he said another playful smile that takes Jims breath away "what color are these beetles?"
"Their green… and their shiny, kinda beautiful when not appearing out of nowhere" he automatically feels likes he's given away to much.
Payne has that curious glint in his eyes again "Green? Those are scrabs, there's a lot of Eygiption symbolism in your book"
"Could be… yeah" Jim nods.
They not at one another, the eye contact feels too long and yet Jim wants it to last, however Payne breaks it to type something on his computer, mumbling to himself as he types.
"There's your green scarabs"
Jim takes that as an invitation to get closer to Payne again, he looks at that bugs on the screen pointing to one, but Paynes already explained.
"- usually symbolized regeneration or rebirth"
"Right so if I was - uh… if my character was getting sent these symbols what do you think that would mean?" he asks, despite all of Jim's weird behavior and thoughts he is getting the information his needs.
"Could mean a lot of things, could mean beauty, Egypt, could mean the goddess Isis she's the most powerful, most popular" he says, it give Jim's brain a jump start into actually thinking about this "but you have cats… that would make me think of the goddess Bastet, he's the protector or cats and women" Jim realizes something it must show on his face because the professor waits for him to speak.
"Did you just say Bastet?" he asks.
"Bastet, yeah, just now" Payne nods.
"Bastet cosmetics, you know Bastet cosmetics?" he asks quickly.
"Cosmetics? I - um - I'm not… that's not really my area of expertise" another playful smile that almost makes Jim forget the revelation he just made.
"You know what Doc. you helped me a lot, thanks" he shakes Payne's hand and starts to leave before he get caught up in the feeling of theirs hands touching again.
"You're leaving? Wait!" Payne moves to chase after him "Do you guys do this all the time? the two of you?"
Jim keeps walking, not allowing himself to look back, if he does he's afraid he might stay "what?" he asks getting to the door and having to pause.
"The: saying something, but I'm not telling you what I mean, and I'm being wacky and evasive thing, do you both do it?"
Jim looks back at him, giving him a playful smile "I don't know what your talking about" he shrugs.
"Yeah… " Payne smiles, it hits Jim hard, he made Payne smile "Just like that… that's good"
Jim leave Payne forcing himself to keeping. Melinda, you love Melinda, don't go back.
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After talking to Melinda the next day they had settled on the choice that he should look for this model that's shown up in his dreams. He looks through every beauty and girly magazine he can get his hands on, grabbing all of them finally he finds her.
"There you are" he mumbled to himself, grabbing the magazine and going to check out.
He reaches into his pocket to grab his wallet, he hears footsteps behind him.
"Do you have Smithsonian?" It Payne, he doesn't have to look to know that and once again he's too close, yet not close enough.
Payne moved past him having to shuffle past Jims back.
"Sorry" Jim says keeping his head down, not looking at the man's beautiful blue eyes that make him question everything he knew about himself.
Payne says nothing until he gets a clear view of him then he's pointing at him "Ah your…"
Jim hates that it hurts him so much that Payne forgot his name, he hoped it didn't show.
"Jim"
"Jim! Melinda husband" stop calling me that - he reaches out shaking Jim's hand.
"Yeah… and your professor Payne" he says, once more the shake last a few seconds to long, was it Payne or him doing this?
"Yes I am" Jim hates what Paynes smile does to him, they let go of each others hands "But please call me Rick"
The paramedic feels like he's been blessed, this man wants him to call him by his first name? It makes Jims heart flutter… fuck, whats happening to me? he simply nods.
"How's the book coming?" he asks.
Jim contemplated telling him the truth… he couldn't - "slowly"
The vender starts saying out loud what he picked out and Jim feels mortified, he wants to crawl into the hole and stay there.
"- one fashion today, and one tween sheek" the vendor's voice is judgmental - Jim doesn't care about him.
He refused to look up but he sees Rick peeking over the vendors shoulder with a playful smile, like he's figured out something that no one else has, he forced his eyes back down to his wallet as he plays with a dollar bill poking out it.
"Melinda's still out of town?" Rick's voice is playful, Jim still feels embarrassed and he knows he's probably blushing, but he still loves that tone of the professor's voice.
"She's coming back soon"
"Ah" Rick nods as Jim gets his change back.
Jim grabs his magazines and turns around to hide somewhere for awhile. Maybe for a few months until Rick forgets about this, and Jim is hopefully back to normal.
"Hey Jim" Rick says getting his attention to turn again "Maybe I can come by and keep you company while Melindas gone, or you could come by my office again and we can discuss your book" he smiles, its a genuine offer.
"Yeah… sure I'd like that" Jim nods his mouth not being able to close all the way.
Rick nods and smiles at him before turning to find his Smithsonian, Jim leaves. Looks like I have a book to start writing...
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