Rating: Gen
Fandom: Pokemon
Paring: Originshipping
Characters: Wallace, Juan
Word Count: 1682
Summary: Wallace is a first year student at Hoenn U, Hoenn's very own university. During his studies he makes new friends and even begins to fall for one of the top students at the university. However, not everything is smooth sailing, as he has yet to find out.
Comment: The first chapter of an on going fic. Steven and the rest of the gang will be added in later chapters.
Rating: G
Fandom: Achievement Hunter/RoosterTeeth
Paring: Ryan/Jack
Characters: Ryan, Jack
Word Count: 378
Summary: Jack has to leave for a few days.
Comment: It's short, and hopefully a little bit fluffy.
“I have to go. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I have to. I’m sorry Ryan.” Ryan looked at the man with sad eyes.
He didn’t want Jack to leave the country for any amount of time. Since the beginning of their relationship Ryan had learnt a lot. For example, whenever Jack was away to see the friends he made in Australia, he would find it extremely hard to sleep, his thoughts would constantly be wondering whether or not the bearded man was okay. He realised that he had been quiet for some time, enough for Jack to continue packing his bags.
Ryan pulled on a fake smile and looked at the packing man. “No.” Jack turned around with a confused look on his face. “N-no.” Ryan could hear his voice break. He took a deep breath and blinked, willing tears to disappear.
“Ryan…” Jack slowly crossed the room, placing his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. “It’ll be okay, I’ll come back. I promise.” Jack placed a soft kiss on his forehead. He didn’t like seeing the sad look plastered over his face, and if he had any way of stopping it he would. “Stay there for a moment.” Jack ran out of the room, leaving Ryan stood there with a confused expression on his face.
Running into the other room, he picked up a long piece of tri-coloured material. Returning to the room, Ryan looked no happier about their situation. “Here.” Jack placed the material around Ryan’s neck; it took him a few moments to recognise what it was.
“Your hat?” Jack merely nodded. “Why?” Ryan asked. Jack only smiled back pulling him into a close hug.
“So you’ll have a piece of me while I’m gone.” Ryan sighed, melting into the hug, slowly feeling his anxieties about Jack leaving slipping away. Jack pulled away smiling softly. “I love you Ryan, I don’t want to leave-“
“I know, you have to.” He smiled back sympathetically. “I love you too.” Ryan sat on the end of the bed, watching as his boyfriend packed, questioning once again about what he would do while he was gone.
***
No one questioned Ryan when he walked into work the next few days with the hat wrapped around his neck.
Rating: E
Fandom: Achievement Hunter/RoosterTeeth
Paring: Ryan/Jack
Characters: Ryan, Jack
Word Count: 2,238
Summary: Ryan receives a mysterious parcel at the office. [I just wanted to write Ryan in a kilt.]
The package had quietly arrived during a Let’s Play. Lindsay had popped her head round the door, looking at the two teams playing against each other and quietly placed the box next to Ryan on the sofa. He smiled up at Lindsay and mouthed a ‘thank you’ in her direction, which was received with a smile. She left the room and allowed the guys to carry on with their recording.
After the game had finished, this time the lads had taken the lead, Ryan turned his attention back to the package. Puzzled, he looked the box over, checking for its place of origin. The large first class stamp with what he assumed to be the Queen of England gave him a rough idea where the package had come from. On the front of the box it had an order list, claiming the item inside was a ‘gift’ and one that came from Glasgow, Scotland.
He knew better than to open the package there. If it was from a fan, like he suspected, then it could be filled with all sorts of things. Ryan almost worried that there would be haggis smuggled into the box somewhere. He turned back towards the rest of the Achievement Hunters, realising he was missing an important conversation about an upcoming ‘Things to Do’ which they would need to film at some point that afternoon. It was agreed that they would have lunch first beforehand which gave them all at least an hour to go off and do things by themselves.
Ryan took his box and headed towards the warehouse where he put the package underneath his desk. Turning around he saw Jack who had a quizzical look on his face.
“What’s that?” The bearded man pointed to the package. He was curious to know why Ryan had received something in the middle of the Let’s Play.
“Fan mail, I think. I didn’t order anything, and if I did I don’t remember what it was.” He shrugged and poked Jack on the arm. “Why don’t the two of us go get some pizza, my treat?” At that Jack smiled and nodded and let Ryan lead the way to the local pizza joint.
***
Returning to the office always brought the pair of them down slightly. Although it was known that the two of them were together romantically they had both agreed to keep their relationship away from the office. Not because they were worried about what would happen if someone had something nasty to say about them – but because they both believed there should be a line between work and their personal lives.
“Gus wants me to be in this week’s podcast so I’ll be home a little late.” Jack uttered just before they reached the front door of the RoosterTeeth building. Ryan couldn’t help but be slightly shocked, he had hoped that the two of them could spend more time together, but he knew there was nothing he could do if he was needed for the podcast. He nodded and smiled.
“I’ll just have to wait for you to get back then.” Jack nodded and placed a small kiss on his partner’s cheek. After that, they both returned to their professional personas and found the rest of the Hunters, and filmed the things to do.
***
Ryan had left the office earlier than he expected. He had finished all of the work he needed to do before 4pm, and decided to head home early. As they only took one car to work, he dropped the car key off at Jack’s desk and headed out onto the main road, with the package he had received earlier that morning and caught a taxi back to the apartment they both shared.
During the ten minutes he spent in the taxi, it had started to rain heavily. Ryan could no longer see downtown Austin through the windows of the vehicle and he hoped it would lighten up by the time the Podcast had finished. He didn’t want Jack to be in an accident due to the rainfall. The taxi pulled up in front of apartment building, and Ryan paid the driver the amount requested. As he had no umbrella, he put the package over his head and made a run to the front door, struggling to open the door before slipping inside.
He put the box down on the island in the kitchen and pushed the button on the coffee maker. Knowing it would take a while before the pot was full, Ryan busied himself by taking a shower to get rid of the ‘rain’ smell that lingered on him from the very short amount of time he was out in it. By the time he was done, the pot of coffee was done and he decided that now would be the best time to open the package.
With a cup of coffee by his side, a towel around his waist and a pen-knife in his hand, he opened the box carefully. The contents however made him want to laugh, although the laugh that escaped him was awkward. Inside the box was a kilt. Authentic material, with a note stating that it was a joke, and that Ryan had every right to return it. No name was attached to the order which allowed Ryan to wonder who would go into the trouble of sending him a gift without saying who they were.
He picked the kilt up from the box, feeling the material. He had always suspected that kilts would be made from an itchy material that would need to be adjusted every so often just to feel comfortable. However this kilt was made from a soft, silky material, one that Ryan could see himself wearing – had it not been made into a kilt. That was when he got the idea, an idea that hopefully would be a nice surprise for Jack when he returned home. Looking up at the clock in the kitchen he reckoned he had another half an hour before Jack returned. He put the kilt back into the box, and took it and his cup of coffee into the bedroom where he would wait for his partner’s arrival.
***
Jack was shattered by the time he walked through the door. All he wanted to do was to eat and then fall asleep cuddling up to Ryan. Even though he had spent a lot of the day in the same room as him, it felt like they hadn’t really been able to connect all day.
“Ryan?” He called out. The light in the hallway leading to their bedroom was on, signalling that his partner should have been home.
“I’ll be there in a second.” Keeping to his word, he stepped out into the hallway in nothing but his gift from earlier. It was worth the audible gasp that escaped Jack. “You’re home later than I thought.” Ryan walked over to Jack, placing a kiss on his lips and smiling. “Is everything okay?” He tilted his head innocently, knowing full well that walking out in nothing but a kilt was nowhere near innocent.
Jack opened and closed his mouth, trying to form words that would not surface. He moved his hand, cupping the back of Ryan’s neck and pulled him into a needy kiss. Something about the older man wearing a kilt for him made him want to devour Ryan. He moved his mouth towards his boyfriend’s ear, licking the shell of it and blowing lightly causing Ryan to shiver in the most pleasant of ways. “I hope you’re wearing that like a true Scot.” He could practically feel the smirk on Ryan’s face.
“You’ll just have to find out won’t you?” Taking Jack’s hand, he placed it on his crotch. He knew that Jack would be able to feel that he was already hard. Jack lent back and looked into Ryan’s eyes, he moved the material and slid his hand underneath the kilt, refusing to let go of the eye contact. Sure enough, Ryan was not wearing anything underneath it. He grinded against Jack’s hand slightly, a breathless moan left his mouth.
“Come on.” Jack removed his hand, instead deciding that he was going to carry the other man to their shared bedroom. He put Ryan down on the bed gently before kissing him. The kisses they shared would warm Jack in a way that would always leave him giddy and lightheaded like a young schoolgirl. “I can’t believe you would even consider doing this.” He placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Well, I thought I should put it to good use.” Ryan lent up and straightened out the creases in the kilt. The bright red material contrasted with their bed sheets. Jack couldn’t help but stare at it. “Hey,” he felt a hand on his chin moving his head so that he could look at Ryan once more. “Weren’t we in the middle of something?” The smirk on his face made Jack smirk back and kiss the older of the two.
Leaning over to the bedside table Jack brought out a bottle of lube and a condom, and placed them beside his partner’s leg. “Tell me if I have the wrong idea.”
“You don’t.” Ryan lifted his hips slightly, urging the other man to carry on. With the added encouragement Jack lent down and placed a kiss upon Ryan’s forehead, lifting the kilt just above his hips as he did so. He spread Ryan’s legs slightly, and started to prepare his boyfriend. Uncapping the bottle he applied a small amount of the clear liquid on his fingertips before running them along his partner’s entrance. Jack looked down at himself and then frowned.
Realising that he was still very much fully clothed, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it towards the door of their bedroom. Removing his belt was his next challenge; with his fingers shaking from excitement he found it hard to slide the material away from the buckling mechanism. Ryan leant up and removed it for the other man, unbuttoning the button to his jeans before leaning back down and getting comfortable. Quickly both trousers and underwear were discarded and Jack went back to stretching Ryan.
It didn’t take long before three fingers were inside of Ryan, which left him panting; trying to catch his breath. “Please.” Jack nodded, took the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it onto himself. Slowly, Jack entered, causing the both of them to moan loudly.
Sex between them was always like this, timid and shy. Something they did together but only to please the other. No matter how many times they would do it, they would make sure it was what the other wanted, and make sure that the other knew he was loved and cared for. They knew the exact ways to each other shiver in anticipation. What they shared together they knew they would never be able to share with any other person. No one else could make them feel the way the other man did.
Stroking Ryan’s erection, Jack made sure that his thrusts were in the same rhythm, something he knew would make his boyfriend quiver in pleasure.
“I…” A gasp was heard
“Yes?”
“I need to…” Jack pressed his face into Ryan’s neck, kissing and biting lightly at the flesh he found there. Another gasp left the older of the two. Jack knew that Ryan’s neck was sensitive and would always use it to his advantage when possible.
“I know; you don’t have to wait for me.” He smiled softly into his partner’s neck.
“I… I want to.” Jack leant up, watching Ryan’s face as he squeezed the base of his cock. The pace in which he thrust into his partner sped up, leaving them both panting wanting to relieve themselves. “P-please Jack.” Said man leant down to Ryan’s ear taking the lobe into his mouth and lightly tugging at it.
“Now.” Jack whispered, releasing his hold on Ryan’s erection. The pair of them came together, their names on each other’s lips. Jack pulled out, tied the condom and put it in the trash can beside their bed. He would remember to empty it in the morning. He rolled over, pulling Ryan into a hug, who decided it would be a good idea to push the kilt back down from where Jack had pushed it up earlier.
“I’m glad you liked it.” Ryan whispered into Jack’s chest. “I had worried you wouldn’t.”
“Is that what was in the parcel today?” Ryan nodded, yawning slightly.
“It didn’t say who sent it though, just that it came from Glasgow.” Jack hummed slightly.
“Well if you ever find out who sent it you’ll have to thank them for me.”
“Why?”
“Because not only do you look gorgeous in it, but now every time we have to play Minecraft I’m only going to be able to think about tonight.” Ryan couldn’t help but laugh, which was shortly followed by a long yawn.
“Good night Jack.”
“Night, Ryan.” Jack placed a kiss on his forehead and looked to the ceiling with a smile on a face. He could finally delete the confirmation email from the people who agreed to send it. He knew the second he saw the red material on their website that it would leave the pair of them happy one way or another. The $40 shipping charge was certainly worth it.
Rating: G
Fandom: Achievement Hunter/RoosterTeeth
Paring: Pre Ryan/Jack
Characters: Team Lads, Team Gents
Word Count: 667
Summary: After finding out about the original Edgar, Ryan gets upset.
SPOILERS: Minecraft Let's Play Episode #60: King Ryan
“I can’t believe you did that.” Ryan threw his headset to one side and glared towards Michael’s desk. He didn’t mind that the tower of pimps that was in front of his house would be given away or that he wasn’t eligible to win it this week – he was annoyed at how Michael could do what he did without him even noticing.
“You have to admit it was funny.” He then turned to glare at Gavin. As annoying as the pair can be at times, Ryan finally had enough with their antics. The Brit smiled at the rest of his team, only to frown when he noticed Ryan get up away from his xbox. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“Out. Just fix my house by the time you get back.” Ryan grabbed his jacket and headed towards his desk, located on the other side of the building. The rest of the hunters turned to look at each other.
“Do you think he’s actually mad?”
“Ryan? Nah, he’ll be back to normal by tomorrow.”
Jack looked at the door; a look of concern was clear on his face. He hoped that Ryan was okay with the fact Edgar was no longer under his floor. He could help but feel bad. When Edgar started to become a running joke Ryan had confessed to Jack that he felt like one of the group. Everyone had their own thing. Jack looked back to the group noticing they had all gone back to their desks to work on editing their own clips and then sending them to Gavin.
“I’ll be back in a bit.” His voice went unheard and with that he went to look for Ryan. It didn’t take long to get where his desk was, however it came as a shock when Jack found it empty. “Shit.” He whispered before finding the nearest employee and asking if they had seen him.
“Ryan? He left early, seemed really pissed off.” They shrugged and Jack thanked them before running to his car and driving to the nearest toy store.
***
A few hours after Ryan had left he heard the knock at the door. He looked at the cup of coffee in his hands and frowned. He didn’t really want to talk to anyone at the moment. He was still annoyed about what happened at work.
“Ryan, it’s me. Please open up.” He turned his head towards the door. He couldn’t help but feel shocked that Jack had come round after what happened. Putting his coffee down on the table he got up and opened the front door to his apartment. Instead of seeing Jack’s bearded face, instead he saw a medium sized cow plush. “I know you probably have a bunch of these from fans, but I thought about how Edgar is your thing in the let’s plays and I thought you could use a real one to cheer you up.” Jack moved the plush lower so that he could gauge the reaction on his friend’s face.
Ryan could feel tears coming to his eyes. He didn’t think anyone cared enough to do such a nice thing for him. Jack moved slightly closer.
“I’m sorry; I can take it back if you don’t want it?”
“It’s not that.” He shook his head. “I just… it’s been a long day.” He smiled at Jack. “Thank you.” He sniffed and wiped at his eyes, slightly embarrassed to be crying in front of Jack.
“Hey come here.” He pulled Ryan into a hug. “It’ll be fixed tomorrow.” Ryan nodded into Jack’s shoulder; he was glad that Jack wasn’t laughing at him for this. He pulled away slightly with a smile on his face. Jack handed the cow to Ryan.
“Do… do you want a coffee?”
“Sure.” With that, Ryan moved aside and let his friend in.
Run Rabbit, Run. || Hannibal Lecter (Character Study)
Rating: Mature
Fandom: NBC Hannibal
Paring: None
Characters: Hannibal Lecter
Word Count: 788
Summary:After moving to a new town, after nearly being caught for his previous murders, Hannibal goes hunting. Character Study.
Comment: This was originally written for an RP, the original can be found here [x]
WARNING: Cannibalism, violence and murder is included in this character study. Please do not read on if you get triggered by these easily.
Found also at: AO3
The need was constant. It has been days since Hannibal was last able to eat a decent meal. It was hard for him to go rabbit hunting. They would constantly slip from his grasp or hide amongst the other rabbits that plagued this new town. He hadn’t expected it to be so large. Hannibal was the kind of man who liked his meat fresh, and enjoyed the excitement that came with hunting for his meat. The pungent smell of fear would consume every cannibalistic sense that he possessed. It was that smell that allowed Hannibal to keep killing his victims, time after time after time.
This woman he had spotted had been walking around the empty streets for nearly an hour. She was dizzy with confusion. With her heels in on hand and her phone in the other, Hannibal knew that this was the woman that he would have tonight. It was just a case of finding a way to lead her into a secluded location. He strolled down towards her with a sweet smile. Originally he had got other people to do the killing, but he knew nobody in this town. It meant that he was left to kill for himself.
“Are you okay miss?” his Lithuanian accent coming across heavily. He didn’t want to scare the poor lamb. The woman was taken aback by the question. She had never expected someone to find her.
“Oh sorry, was I making a racket? I just have no signal and there are no taxis around here.” She frowned. Feathered brown hair fell onto her face, shielding pale grey eyes. Hannibal knew that this was the one area of town that had a bad signal when it came to mobile networks. Not many people lived or worked in the area as it was known as the ‘addict’s corner’ due to the vast amounts of drug dealers that tried to sell their loot.
“If you’re looking for a lift I could take you? My car isn’t too far from here.” He pointed in the direction he had just been walking. Sitting there was a vintage car, one he had spent a year saving up for using pay checks from his previous psychiatrist job. The woman nodded and smiled. They headed towards the car, and it took all of Hannibal’s strength not to smirk, knowing his plan was coming together. He opened the car door for woman, bowing down slightly and offering to take her shoes from her.
“It’s so rare to meet such a gentleman these days.” She said with a genuine smile as she handed her shoes to him. Hannibal took them and placed them in the trunk of his car. It was such a shame that he would never see them on this woman. He walked round and sat in the driver’s seat. He asked politely where she wanted to be taken. “It’s just three blocks from here. You know Luigi’s Pizza is?” Hannibal nodded and headed to that direction. However before getting to their destination he took a wrong turn towards a small abandoned office building. The woman turned towards Hannibal with a look of confusion. Before she could speak, her head was being forced down onto the dashboard, knocking her unconscious. Luckily the deep blanket of fog that covered the town that night was able to mask their figures.
Hannibal dragged the woman into the abandoned office building, leaving her in the corridor almost certain that she would awaken soon. He knew he had to work quickly. Grabbing the large carving knife he had placed in the small kitchenette earlier, he came back and admired his handiwork. Hannibal was almost certainly the best when it came to picking his meat. This rabbit was the prime of her colony. It was almost a shame he was going to kill her. He pressed the blunt edge of the knife against her neck, feeling it move slightly as her pulse pressed against it. It only took one quick swipe for the blood to project onto the cobwebbed walls.
He took the knife and sliced up along her sternum, revealing her ribcage and lungs. Breaking the ribcage was always something he hated to do, but it would be worth it once he was able to get his hands on the luscious pair of lungs before him. He fancied the smokey texture that city-goers lungs seemed to hold. The rush of adrenaline passed through him. It had been so long.
Hannibal took his ingredient and headed back to his car before driving back to his newly bought apartment. He knew he was going to enjoy tonight’s meal. He looked at the pair of lungs and smirked. After all, rabbit was his favourite.
To Watch Someone Die || Allison Cameron/Remy 'Thirteen' Hadley
Rating: Mature
Fandom: House M.D.
Paring: Allison Cameron/Remy 'Thirteen' Hadley
Word Count: 1,146
Summary: Cameron is faced with the life-changing decision of whether or not it is time to pull the plug.
Comment: This was originally written for an RP, the original can be found here [x]
WARNING: Major character death
Found also at: AO3
Cameron looked down at Remy’s chart. It was heart-breaking to see the conditions of her Huntington’s were progressing faster and faster. The woman that she had grown to love and care about was slipping through her fingertips and there was nothing she could do about it. No cure. She took the chart off of the bed and sat by the foot of it. Remy was heavily sedated to prevent the jerked movements that she now couldn’t control. Cameron’s hand lay on the medically stilled leg of her girlfriend; she could feel the stray tear roll down her cheek. She needed to stay strong through this. Stay strong for Remy.
She couldn’t help but feel like she should have done more in Remy’s lifetime. She knew that she loved her deeply. No one else had even come close to what she felt for this woman. Stroking the brunette’s hair, Cameron pondered whether or not she should have proposed to her. She had wanted to, and now with the laws changing some states would allow it. Would Remy have liked that? Would she have laughed at the idea? Would she have worn a pretty white dress? The thought of a wedding with this woman was something that Cameron could imagine so easily. She could picture forever with Remy. Those thoughts and fantasies of a wedding and a life afterwards were soon crushed when she looked at the other woman’s face. It was evident that she wasn’t going to last much longer and all that filled Cameron was regret.
“I know I don’t tell you enough Remy, but I really, truly love you.” The tears wouldn’t stop. She didn’t want to lose her other half. She threw the chart across the room in anger. Nothing could be done about the situation. Nothing could be fixed. It had hurt the first time she had lost someone she loved to illness but this time felt a thousand times worse. She heard the soft rustle of bed sheets moving. She had awoken Remy and felt so much worse about it. The soft murmur escaped the sick woman and Cameron shook her head, kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes. “Go back to sleep darling. I’ll still be here.”
Remy shook her head. She looked towards the machine that was keeping her heart from failing, the machine that was keeping her alive. It was the only thing stopping her from drifting off to an eternal slumber. Cameron followed her gaze. “Remy, I can’t.” She took hold of Remy’s hand. “I can’t do that. Not to you.” The grip on Remy’s hand tightened. “I can’t be the reason you die. I don’t want to let you go.” The soft utter of ‘please’ caused Cameron’s heart to break. She had some idea how much pain and suffering Remy was going through, but Cameron had no idea it would result to her wanting to be killed. To be euthanized.
Cameron looked into her girlfriend’s eyes. She knew that one day the machine would have to be turned off. She just wanted a little while longer with Remy. “A-are you sure?” She could hear her voice breaking. Remy nodded. “I just want you to know that even though you probably can’t remember who I am due memory lapses, you made my life a happy one. You showed me what it was like to love and be loved in return and I cannot thank you enough for that Remy. I never thought I would be able to fall in love with another woman, not until you showed up on my street stark raving drunk.” Cameron tried to smile but it only caused more tears to fall.
“I thought to myself, ‘why is it that I am the only one awake when there is a drunk on the street.’ I knew I had to help you. Usually I would have left them on the side of the road; someone would have found them, but not you. I was drawn to you. From the first moment, I was drawn to you.” She thought back to that night that Remy had passed out on her couch. “I remember so clearly that night. How I was worried you would choke on your own vomit during the night. I was so very worried.” She pushed a lock of stray hair off of Remy’s forehead. She had no idea if the other woman was listening to her any more. It was a known symptom that those who suffered with Huntington’s would not be able to concentrate on things.
“Then in the morning you kissed me, and I couldn’t stop thinking of you. How gentle you were with me. I fell for you then. You were such a kind soul to me and I don’t want to lose you now.” She looked at the machine with a look of sadness. She reached over a hesitated. Cameron looked back to her sick girlfriend and saw her nod. It felt like she was ripping her own heart out when she removed the plug from the socket in the wall. She wanted nothing more than to curl up behind Remy and hold her.
So she did. Cameron got onto the small bed and wrapped her arms around the frail body she found there. “I love you Remy, and that isn’t going to change.” She could feel herself crying once more. Tears that held all the things they had promised to do together but no longer had the chance. She counted the strained breaths and irregular heartbeats.
A slurred voice uttered words that only caused Cameron’s chest to ache. “Thank you, I loved you too.” Cameron held on tighter to her girlfriend, burying her head in the back of her neck, hoping that the long brown hair would hide the tears that fell. She knew the doctor’s that were treating Remy would check in soon due to the removal of the life-support.
The sounds of Remy’s life finally coming to an end was too much for Cameron. She began to wail loudly. She didn’t want to leave Remy during her last moments but she also didn’t want to witness her death. She knew she would never be able to forgive herself should she leave. It felt like years that Remy suffered without the life-support. When the dull beep went off, Cameron felt numb. She was alone in the world again. Everyone that she had loved she’s lost. Cameron laid there for hours, until she was forcefully removed by the doctor’s. She knew she could bounce back from this; she had done previously with Joe. Except she hadn’t been with Joe as long as she’d been with Remy, she had been with Remy for years.
It hurt so much. She was reminded of what she said years ago, it really was easier to die than to watch someone die.
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Cabin Pressure
Paring: Martin Crieff/Douglas Richardson
Word Count: 2,083
Summary: After a comment from Douglas, Martin can't stop thinking about what it would be like for the two of them to get together. Basically PWP [For Starmelace on AO3]
Found also at: AO3
Three weeks earlier MJN had been on a flight to Madrid, a short flight carrying only cargo. For some reason one avid Doctor Who fan had wanted the small charter airline to bring over a 70’s police phone box. Arthur naturally, had been excited at the prospect of carrying a replica of the TARDIS that he would ask Carolyn why GERT-I didn’t make any strange noises when taking off – which in turn had earned a laugh from Douglas saying that it wouldn’t be long before the old plane would be battered enough that it would make noises of its own.
Arthur left to make coffee for the two pilots and left Douglas and Martin to their own games. They didn’t really need coffee for an hour and a half flight, but Arthur felt that he would be at least somewhat helpful if he made it. Douglas smirked and looked over to his captain.
“Okay then Martin, since we have a fairly short flight, I’ve thought of a game that not only can I naturally win – but will be short in length.” He innocently looked back at the controls before him even though Martin knew it was just an act.
“And what exactly would that be?” the captain bitterly replied.
“We should compile a list of the oddest places we’ve had sex – first person who makes the other question if it was the truth wins.”
“Surely I could just lie to you and win?”
“Except lying has never been your best quality has it?” Martin could feel his anger rising slightly. He didn’t want to be a part of this and knowing his luck he would have to endeavour it – despite it not ending well in his favour.
“Is this just another attempt to prove how much of a mighty sky god you truly are Douglas? I for one don’t care about your sexual escapades and would rather that you didn’t flaunt them in my face. Unless you need someone to know your dirty secrets.” He smiled to himself thinking he had the upper hand. “Are you that insecure with yourself as a partner that you constantly feel the need to tell me about it?”
“Of course I’m not.” Douglas paused and looked over to his the ginger haired man. “Have you ever thought that maybe I tell you about all these things because I want you to have the image in your head?”
“What on Earth do you mean?”
“I mean, well. I want you to picture it as us.”
Martin paled slightly; he opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by the flight deck door opening. Arthur waltzed in carrying two mugs filled with freshly brewed coffee. He watched as his pilots sipped at their hot beverages and decided to sit quietly in the middle of the doorway of the flight deck until the end of the flight.
--
Every flight since ‘the incident’ as Martin liked to call it had been exactly the same as the previous flights. Nothing had changed except from one small thing. Martin couldn’t get the image of Douglas taking him six ways sideways in different situations. The annoying part to these thoughts was that they could be triggered at any time of the day with no warning and it was then that Martin realised that he was in trouble.
He wasn’t an idiot. He knew perfectly well that Douglas had been joking with him in order to get some satisfaction that he could make the ginger haired man squirm. However it didn’t stop Martin feeling an attraction to Douglas and as the days past his frustration grew. He flopped onto his bed and ruffled his hair. Martin needed to get this plan to work if he had any chance of getting these thoughts out of his head anytime soon. He needed to seduce a sky god.
--
It was weeks before Martin had the chance to put his plan into practice. He knew that as soon as they landed Arthur would have to rush off and meet with the girls from the pony club. Something important had happened to one of the horses the night before and Arthur had nervously asked Martin if he could clean and lock up GERT-I for him. Martin of course accepted and was handed the keys.
“Thanks skip, you’re brilliant.” He jumped up and down before bouncing down the hotel corridor and into his room. Martin was stunned but shook it off as Arthur being Arthur. He was going to get Douglas Richardson’s attention. He was going to do this.
He smiled and went into his own room and packed his things. The three of them had been in Sydney for four days due to a client needing the crew to take him to and from the Australian city. He knew exactly what to do.
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The plane landed safely and as predicted, Arthur ran quickly from GERT-I. Douglas looked confused as he noticed the energetic steward sprint across the airfield.
“What’s with him?”
“Oh, he had an issue with the pony club is all.” Martin uttered sadly. Douglas turned his gaze to his captain. He had noticed that Martin had been eerily quiet and had assumed that it had been no more than being tired from the long flight.
“Is everything alright Martin?” he asked, concern etched across his face.
“Hmm? Oh no, I’m fine.” He said quietly. Martin tried to make his way to get out of the flight deck and into the galley but was stopped by an arm, which belonged to one Douglas Richardson.
“Bullshit.” Martin felt Douglas’ hands on his forearms. “Something is clearly up and I’m not letting you past until you tell me what exactly has hot you like this.” The captain laughed and tilted his head back.
“Fine. You want to know? You really want to know?” Douglas nodded slowly. “You managed to do it.”
“Do what?”
“You got those bloody images in my head. O-of us-” Martin flushed. “Y-yeah, and the worst part is that nothing is going to come from it. You just gave me those thoughts for some sort of sick twisted game. Sometimes I-” he was cut off by the feel of a pair of lips on his own.
“I wasn’t playing with you. I wanted you to think of us together because that’s what I think about.” The First Officer leant close towards Martin, putting his lips close enough that the younger man could feel Douglas’ breath on the shell of his ear. “I think about taking you Martin, in every crude, inappropriate way.”
It was then that Martin pushed Douglas to the wall of the flight deck and kissed his First Officer. At first he was timid and Douglas was almost worried that this was the first time Martin had ever done anything of the sort. That thought was soon dismissed when he felt the swift movement of a tongue on his lower lip. Douglas opened his mouth slightly, allowing Martin to explore with his tongue.
It was Martin who broke from the kiss, looking straight into Douglas’ brown eyes he smiled softly. The elder of the two leant forward and kissed the younger’s neck. His large, bold hands moved towards the lithe frame of the captain and removed his jacket.
“Tell me if you don’t want this. I’m not going to force you into things you’ll regret later” Martin let out a small gasp and nodded. He could feel the soft silk of his tie being removed from around his neck.
“I-I told you, those images were in my head. Why would I back out now?” Martin was caught off guard when he felt the soft caress of Douglas’s tongue on the shell of his ear. A small huff of breath escaped the captain’s mouth. He hadn’t realised just how much he had wanted this. Now he feared that should Douglas not want anything to do with him after this little escapade that he may go stir crazy. Swift fingers moved down to the buttons on his uniform. “D-Douglas.” He gasped.
“I’ve hardly even touched you and look how you’re acting.” Douglas moved his hand towards the younger man’s neck, slowly stroking the pale white muscle. The first officer moved to kiss his captain, softly taking his lips onto his own. Smiling when he heard Martin mewl slightly. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Martin shook his head, ginger curls covering his eyes slightly when he looked back at his co-worker.
Douglas finally removed the pale blue shirt of the small pale pilot. Something about seeing Martin pinned against the flight deck wall made Douglas want to cherish and protect him. However, in his lust filled haze all the first officer wanted to do was to take his captain and make him his own. He made work on kissing the younger man’s neck, marking it with small maroon coloured bruises. Ones that Martin would look back on in the morning and remember what had happened right here in GERT-I.
A sudden gasp was heard from the ginger haired pilot, he was not expecting that Douglas would remove his trousers so quickly. Part of him wondered why Douglas had agreed to do this in the first place, he didn’t feel important enough to be in the company of his first officer let alone be important enough to undergo sexual acts. He felt the other man’s hand stroke him softly through his boxer shorts and bit his lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.
“I want to be able to hear you.” Douglas whispered, running the thumb of his free hand gently across Martin’s lips. They kissed again, tongues finding themselves fighting for dominance, a fight Douglas naturally won. The hand in Martin’s trousers did not lose rhythm, and had decided to speed up slightly which elected another surprised gasp to escape the captain’s mouth.
It didn’t take long until the pressure started to build in Martin’s groin.
“I’m s-so close.” He uttered, loud enough so that his partner could hear. Douglas smiled softly at the younger man. He moved close towards Martin’s ear and rubbed his nose softly against it.
“Let go for me.” The older man whispered, and so Martin did. It turned out that Martin was quiet when he climaxed, most likely due to the countless nights that he had stopped himself from screaming out in the fear that the students would catch him in personal acts. Instead of screaming Martin found himself gasping and clinging to Douglas’ uniform. He felt the strong arms of the first officer wrap around his waist and a chin rest upon the crown of his head.
Martin found difficulty in catching his breath, he tried to look up at Douglas but found this to be difficult with the other man cradling him. “What about you?” he said quietly, not wanting to cause any tension or make Douglas feel uncomfortable. The man in question moved his chin from Martin’s head and looked into pale, stormy eyes. They looked so questioning and naïve with the sun coming through the flight deck window.
“Well, it’s all up to you. If you want to carry on this,” He motioned between the two of them, “You know where I live. All you have to do is come home with me tonight. I’ll cook you something up… if you want to that is. I’m not going to force you into anything you don’t want to be a part of.” Martin smiled and cuddled up to Douglas’ chest.
“So what time should I come round then?” He said with a grin. Douglas grinned back. Whatever it was that was forming between the two pilots was going to be difficult. There would be arguments over landings and cheese trays but Douglas realised that as long as he could have Martin in his arms like this everyday for as long as possible, he would endure whatever the world threw at them.
