@devirnis tagged me (and others have earlier in the week, thank you!) I have no WIP to share because I just wanted to write a quick smutty ficlet lol. Someone posted that there isn't enough medal porn (how did I not reblog the post?!) and that got my thinking about the whole slow thing and I ended up writing this S7 post-medal ceremony thing. Nothing fancy but I think we all need a pick-me-up right now.
'You told them we were taking things very slow?' Evan's socked foot creeps up the inseam of Tommy's sweatpants as he says it, eyebrow cocked and lips ready for the beer bottle in his hand. Both of them are reclined on opposite ends of Evan's couch; legs as tangled as the twin medals on Buck's nightstand.
Tommy remembers the exact location of the bite mark on Evan's thigh, and he pushes his own foot out to press against it.
'I did,' Tommy admits.
Evan shifts in his seat, lets the pressure of Tommy's foot ignite a hot ache that makes his next inhale shaky. 'You know this is second week in a row you've spent more nights here than at your place, right?'
It's because I've been following your lead, and not because of how indulgent it feels when Evan walks down the stairs from his bedroom while Tommy's waiting for their coffee to brew. He already knows the quirks of Evan's coffee-maker, how it needs a heavy hand on the lid to close fully, and he's made peace with the squeak of the kitchen cabinet every time he opens it and reaches for their cups. It's not his place to attack the hinge with WD40 but maybe it could be.
Tommy pulls Evan on top of him instead of giving himself away. The stupid arm of what he refers to as Evan's 'show-home couch' digs into the back of his neck while he lets Evan's body keep him grounded. There's an awkward slip, Evan's hand shoots out to thump his beer bottle down on the floor, the two of them fumbling like teenagers in the back of a car as they try to fit themselves on the too-small couch.
Evan's laugh tastes hoppy, and the sound of it is as warm as insistent shift of his body against Tommy's own. The couch isn't big enough to hold them both, no matter how many times they've tried to rearrange themselves lately. Evan pulls Tommy up by the collar, gets him to sit and stay before standing up to pull his sweats down and kick them off.
Tommy lifts his hips to gets his down, too, but stops at Evan's disapproving no. 'You said very slow, right? Well...'
Evan hitches his eyebrow as he plays with the waistband of his briefs. He hooks his thumbs under the elastic, teasing and tempting them both for a moment, before pushing them down until his dick springs free. Even in the low light his smile is brilliant and fuck, Tommy's already desperate to get his hands on him -- or himself -- whatever's going to spark the charged air between them. Evan's dick is huge in his fist and glistening at the tip as he stroke it lightly. His cropped hoodie, frayed where it rests just under his navel, makes him look like the wettest dream Tommy's ever had.
Tommy wants him so much he can feel it like an ache in the back of his teeth. The desire to touch him, feel him — it's still as burning hot as it was after he kissed him in his kitchen for the first time. It feels like it's always been there, even -- in a hanger with a storm brewing somewhere over the horizon, or awkwardly dancing around each other on a basketball court. This kid who took a hit from a lightning bolt, well— watching the blotchy flush creep up his stomach gives Tommy an idea of what it must have felt like. It's hard to keep his hands to himself. Tommy grips the cushions behind him when Evan straddles him and licks from his Adam's apple to his lips and hears the leather give under his hands.
'I'm starting to regret telling you,' Tommy says and Evan bites his jaw lightly. Tommy's always been good holding his tongue, his gasps, his moans — but his skin's always been a traitor. It flushes at the lightest touch. It's something Evan's loved to test since he first dug his fingers into Tommy's back and realised he could still see the imprints long after their heart-rates had slowed to normal.
'No you're not.' Evan's voice is hushed and focussed, quiet against the white noise of shifting fabric and creaking leather. Tommy can feel how hard Evan's cock is as it bumps against the front of his t-shirt, and his palm is hot when it presses down against Tommy's dick. 'You tryin' to protect my honour or something? Because believe me, that medal upstairs is about as much as I've got.'
'Maybe I should've told them I've been fucking your brains out for weeks. Hmm?' It's the thing that gets Evan reaching down to stroke himself again. 'Coulda dragged you into the storage closet and sucked your dick while everyone wondered where we went.'
'D-do you think they woulda guessed?'
'Oh yeah.' Tommy chases Evan lips. Evan's mouth is getting lazy. It's slack when Tommy kisses it. Little puffs of air cool the spit on Tommy's mouth as Evan ups the speed of his hand. 'You know how puffy my lips get,' Tommy reminds him and Evan nods against him. 'Next time,' Tommy says, and thinks about what it could mean to have someone to stop by and check in on while they're on shift.
The thought flies out of Tommy's head when Evan grabs Tommy's hand and shoves it up and under his hoodie. Tommy grabs Evan's pec, pushes him back just enough to see the whole picture. Evan starts to shake as he comes apart. Tommy rubs his thumb over Evan's nipple, rolls it between his fingers as Evan's cock starts to spurt. Cum drips down Evan's fist, and the front of Tommy's t-shirt and, maybe it's a step too far, but he's going to be using Evan's washer and dryer before they turn in for the night. When Evan collapses against him he makes a note to gather up Evan's stuff and wash it, too, because he's definitely going to ball it up and not deal with it in the morning if he doesn't.
Their shaky laugh gets lost between them. Shared grins that turn into kisses more tongue than anything else. Evan slips off of him and gets down on his knees. Urges Tommy's hips up so he can finally pull his sweats off. Evan kisses his thighs, sucks the skin so they have matching bruises like any respectable couple should, a presses his thumb against Tommy's taint with the kind of expert pressure that makes Tommy's stomach tighten and his legs fall open.
'You look good down there,' Tommy says lamely because he has to say something but his brain is misfiring.
''bout to look even better,' Evan replies with a wink and ok, Evan's not doing much better and Tommy's relieved the playing field's still level.
'Slow, remember?' Tommy reminds him, and it's pointless because his dick is almost in Evan's throat. He grabs Evan's hair in his fist and laughs in disbelief. This fucking kid, he thinks, is gonna be a world of hurt.
thanks for the earlier tags: @rcmclachlan, @owlgirl495, @ambernotember. also tagging @chemistry66, @sad-girl-hours23, @apollabarnes <3
Damian's sensation seeking post-resurection when he couldn't feel anything, when he was beating his head into a wall and full on running into gunfire, but he goes to Jason about it. Because Jason's also been dead and come back, he should understand.
Their situation was nowhere near the same, but sure, Jason gets the self-destructive urge well enough. And it isn’t as if he doesn't get a kick out of putting the kid through death traps and mind games, just so he can maybe feel something. Only, nothing sticks until they work down the list far enough to broach the topic of CNC. Nothing so much as makes Damian's breath hitch until he wakes up with Jason's hand around his throat while the other's pushing down his pajama bottoms. Nothing so much as wets his eyes, makes him shake, until Jason's pushing into him with the absolute bare minimum of preparation.
i was half asleep when he called — i ran towards my computer and opened it , that familiar skype jingle reverberating around my room. i joined , wiping the slight crust from my eyes as i was greeted by farleigh.
" mm , hey babe. "
he stretches his arms , it's 9am for me , but 2am for him. he's barely lit in his dim dorm room. " hey. " i smiled , i had a particular tiring day. " how's my girl ? "
he smiled along with me , his eyes widened in anticipation for my answer. " fine , just boring . . work and school is just killing me. " i say , he nods along. " i bet , were you asleep? " he tilted his head. " not really , was waiting for your call. " i chuckled.
it had been a few months since i had moved back to the states from oxford , i missed him so much. we had made oxford our home — once i was finally starting to feel comfortable it all just got ripped away from me by my family. " i miss you. " he chirps , i sigh.
" i miss you too. " i couldn't help but frown , we barely ever had time to talk - and when we did we were both usually so tired we'd fall asleep on call. which i didn't mind one bit. i grabbed my charging computer and unplugged it , bringing it on my bed , laying down.
" how was college ? " i finally spoke. " it was fine , just had a meeting with my counselor and he's going to get a few of my classes changed around. " he explained. " that's good , any plans for winter break? " it's almost that time of the year. half of me hopes i'd be able to go back to oxford to see him.
" actually , yeah. " he reaches down towards his desk , opening a drawer off screen. " are you doing anything? " he asks whilst searching for whatever he was looking for. " not really , just hanging around my family. " i didn't really want to be around them after what they pulled.
" ah. " he smiles. " close your eyes. " he chuckles a little , i shake my head and reluctantly do what he told me to do. i heard some shuffling but couldn't see a thing. " nooow . . open. " and i do , and he's holding a slip of paper towards the camera.
i could barely make it out , it took a minute and a bit of squinting to finally figure out what it was — it was a plane ticket. he was coming here , to me. i couldn't help but squeal , i was overjoyed.
" can't wait to see you. " he says , putting the ticket back into his drawer for safe keeping.
My sister and her husband keep going to these social nights at a local [???] where the conceit is to paint a painting based on a specific image while sipping wine or tea or w.e. like a kind of Bob Ross Paint Along event. And they're both really pretty good actually! So they tend to put the paintings up around the house.
It's cool for many reasons but I don't know exactly how to explain why the idea really, really delights me that their house's like entire aesthetic design is that the walls are just totally covered in pairs of nearly-identical-but-just-slightly-different images, not like low key almost-wallpaper, but like huge and ornate full color clearly whole-assed paintings of beautiful landscapes and animals etc etc
