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cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-05-29 05:28 am
cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-05-29 05:28 am
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Prompting Post V
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storm-sexuality
(Anonymous) 2012-07-03 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)This makes flying difficult.
Re: storm-sexuality
Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
(Anonymous) 2012-07-04 06:10 am (UTC)(link)Take this! Take it and for all its horribleness!
*throws cat out the window*
SCA
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A soft exhale. Thunder claps. A sharp inhale. He hears his breathing, slightly uneven, stutter as lightning strikes. They're about to divert. Douglas knows this. Obvious. Inconclusive. Easy.
The real problem is Martin.
Every time they go near a storm, the man becomes unreasonably aroused. The first time Douglas discovered it was on an early flight. Martin was fidgeting, tugging at his clothing and gear before Douglas finally snapped at him. Martin apologized - profusely - but continued to jerk and whine whenever thunder sounded. His face flushed and he bit his lip ragged.
"Afraid of a little thunder?" Douglas scorned, irritated with his captain's stress. Martin opened his mouth, then promptly closed it, choosing to nod instead. Neither of them spoke of it, but every time it happened Martin would squirm and sometimes even moan; a soft sound, barely audible in the cabin. Just enough so that when Douglas gazed curiously at him, he leaned over and hid his cherry red face from view.
It took him a few years to figure out what it was. It was at that point that the two of them came to an...understanding.
Douglas turns passively to his captain, who is now shaking and fidgeting, and eyes his captain's groin. Martin in turn unbuckles himself and stands up, neck flushing decadently. Oh, yes. He's far gone now; the only to stop Martin from being an outright distraction is to quel the ache inside him that storms - strangely - bring on.
Stand. Step. Embrace.
It's like a dance. Martin shakes like a leaf, arms wrapped 'round himself, and Douglas accepts him into his embrace, planting a sound kiss on his captain's lips. Rosy lips part and a soft whine emits. Douglas leans in and they kiss; Martin's body relaxes the slightest bit, and he moans when Douglas invades. The kiss deepens, Douglas cups Martin's cheek, hand on his thigh. Soft lips slide over his own. Warm breath fills his mouth and he tastes Martin.
Douglas groans deeply at the same moment that thunder sounds; Martin shudders violently, erection rubbing against his thigh. Douglas briefly touches it, feels it twitch and then begins to unbutton his trousers. Martin hardly needs prompting; this happens often enough.
Trousers, shoes, and pants: off. Shirt: on. They'll need to dress soon to divert anyway.
Douglas allows some foreplay. He gropes his captain's behind, feels the muscle tense under his fingers as he brings him up and around his waist. Lightning flashes, and then Douglas slams Martin into the controls, earning a happy shout.
Shoes. Left. Right. Trousers. Pants.
Martin's lower half is naked, a bare canvas for Douglas to mark. Somehow, only wearing socks, his jacket, and the captain's hat makes it all the more appealing. His uniform is uncomfortably tight. Douglas hikes Martin's shirt to his chest, exposing the rosy nipples, hard and wanting. He takes one in his mouth; lavishes it with his tongue while his hands explore the newly accessible skin.
Martin's chest rumbles with pleasure, back arched and forearms shaking to hold himself against the controls. Douglas runs his hands over his ankles, his calves, and his thighs, leaving invisible prints, small touches that send spikes of pleasure to Martin's groin. His cock twitches obscenely against his stomach, erect and red. Thunder claps and Martin throws his head back, tensing against a full body shudder.
Debauched. Disheveled. Beautiful.
Martin always gets like this, for some reason. Aroused and wanting during a storm. Thunder claps, and he moans. Lightning strikes; he flushes. Douglas takes him time, sucking each nipple until it's hard and red, Martin's chest heaving against his lips, moans and sighs spilling like water. He feels his own trousers dampen when Martin's prick brushes the fabric, already oozing pre-come.
He peppers kisses down Martin's chest, aroused, uniform straining, wanting Martin more than anything despite this peculiar need.
Douglas moves Martin's legs until they are wrapped around his middle, nearly parallel to the floor. He pulls lubricant from his pocket and squeezes some onto his fingers; at the sound, Martin moans his name, quiet against the rumbling sky.
It's unusual for him, and Douglas pauses. At home, they share moans and whispers of affection, but here - here is where all is quiet, and Martin wants to focus on the feeling, the roll of pleasure that follows the dark clouds around them. He takes the head of Martin's cock into his mouth and sucks softly, earning a strangled gasp and a thrust of his hips. Douglas holds him down with one hand, focusing on the finger that has just penetrated his lover's pucker.
Stretch. Wait. Relax.
It's a series of steps he knows well. He sucks Martin as deeply as he can, slurping noisily because Martin enjoys it, and he in turn enjoys how he writhes and shouts, trying to abstain from gurgling his pleasure as loudly as he does. A second finger, and Martin arches as thunder claps. It's the loudest so far, and Martin twitches in his mouth, leaking profusely.
"A-ah!" Martin slaps a hand over his mouth, sweat beading all over his body as he thrusts his hips into his first officer's mouth with abandon. Douglas stuffs his finger as far as it can go, pleased to hear another muffled shout, sounding lewd even through his fingers. Aching with desire for this beautiful man, he stretches his captain, wary of his muscular body tensing, and only when he relaxes and pushed against the intrusion does Douglas add a third finger.
Stretch. Stretch. Kiss.
He kisses and nips his way back up to Martin's face, meeting all too eager lips that pursue his own, moaning and groaning with abandon into his mouth, tongue striking his teeth messily. Martin is a quivering mess, wanting to be fucked, slow and hard. He finds some solace in taking Douglas face in his hands and kissing the hell out of him, unconcerned that saliva collects and slips down his chin, because it's between the two of them and it feels so, so good.
Douglas finally frees himself with a rough purr, pulling back so he can hold Martin's hip with one hand, lining up. He's still completely dressed while Martin lies undone, reduced to the picture of a needy whore. He bucks to meet Douglas when he pushes inside, only wincing for a few moments. Lightning flashes, nearly blinding the two of them, and with a groan he takes Douglas into his body, lips caught in his teeth.
He clutched at his first officer's shoulders, moaning when Douglas pushed in to the hilt. It hurts, a bit, but it's so sweet. He's so hot, so warm. Throbbing inside of him, filling him as the thunder echos in his ears. Douglas pulls back, almost slipping out, waiting.
Thunder sounds, and he thrusts in just as it rolls through their bodies. Martin gasped and cries out sharply, his own fluid slipping down his cock, begging to be attended.
"O-oh!" Martin cries, sounding surprised, as if the intensity is unexpected. He can feel the thunder purr and roll inside him, hot pleasure coursing through his veins, making it impossible to be quiet. Martin moans and pants, locking his feet around Douglas' waist as he is thrust into deeply. Martin bellows; Douglas feels himself spiral ever closer to orgasm, but he manages to hold himself, finger digging into slip hips. He waits until thunder claps, once, twice, thrusting in smoothly, deeply, as hard as he can, watching Martin come apart under his touch. He throws his head back and arches like he's in pain, lips forming a perfect little heart.
Douglas sweeps in and claims those lips, snapping his hips, pulling Martin close, and deepening their embrace. He pulls out, waiting until Martin whines and wiggles in frustration, breathing incoherent nothings, and then snaps back in, unconcerned how it aches just a bit, to see Martin's face come undone because of him. A few more well-placed thrusts, a slight change in angle, and suddenly Martin outright screams - "Douglas!" - clamping down tight. Douglas breathes through it, trying not to explode (because he's so relaxed, releasing himself from his normal confines, so undone and free, and Douglas can't help but love him more) and slams into his lover, receiving the happy, sharp cries with growls of his own.
When he feels a spectacular clap of thunder roll through his body, shaking his very bones, Martin rolls his hips and pressed in close, moaning into his lips as he spills himself wetly between their bodies. Douglas is sucked in, crushed by his lover's tight muscles and he comes, pleasure coursing through his body, hot and intense. It's almost unsatisfying, as it always is at these times. But this is about Martin.
He's shuddering hard, fingers white against Douglas' shoulders.
Pull out (gently). Help Martin to his feet. Wipe him clean.
Douglas takes care of him, wiping his forehead with wipes he now keeps in the cabin, dabbing at the sweat on his body. Eventually, Martin's breathing becomes semi-normal and he clears his throat, wincing when it stings.
Blushing, now in embarrassment, he pulls his trousers from the floor and begins to dress. Douglas dabs at his uniform, knowing it will need a good cleaning, but not too disheartened. It's all part of the process.
"Sir owes me a trip to the dry-cleaners," he quips. Silence broken, Martin stammers an apology, but smiles anyway. He fidgets where he stands, still feeling a bit wet, and then kisses Douglas on the cheek.
"Martin—"
"Thank you." He knows it's for him, that Douglas is doing this for him. He needs it. Doesn't know why, just does. Douglas pulls him in - he assumes for a hug - but soon he's squealing as Douglas' knuckles rub against his sweaty hair with abandon.
"Don't get all sweet on me. We have a flight to handle, if you're done, Mr. Crieff." He kisses his forehead and plants himself in his seat, letting Martin lower himself into his own. They trade smirks and it's all normal once again.
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I know a bit doesn't make sense, like by then they would have diverted or gone around the storm or WHATEVER, but I don't caaare. It's the fic world, screw logic for just a bit ;)
Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
(Anonymous) 2012-07-04 06:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
(Anonymous) 2012-07-04 06:28 am (UTC)(link)OP Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
(Anonymous) 2012-07-04 06:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
(Anonymous) 2012-07-04 06:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
(and diverting would equal just teasing Martin. that wouldn't be nice. this is a much, much better option!)
Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
I loved this. It's so, so good and so well written too. The style you choose for this one here is imho brilliant and I was drawn into it right from the beginning. I always, always like your work but I think this must have been your best so far.
Thank you so much for writing this!
And wut the hell, I'm sure Gerti has seen some storms before and would protect them especially when on autopilot. She understands :)
Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL
(Anonymous) 2012-07-11 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)ALL OF YOU ARE.
Re: Storm-Sexual - (mini-maybe)FILL