Title: Night Moves Author: escapist_art Pairing: Thing/Lurch Word Count: 1375 Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: They weren't real to begin with, and they definitely aren't mine. Summary: One lonely night. Warnings: I'm not even sure if Thing is a male, but slash? And generally creepy, kooky, ooky, etc...ness. Angst!
The night had gotten late when everyone else had finally decided to go to bed and all of Lurch's tasks had been completed. He watched with hungry eyes as Gomez chased Morticia up the stairs, catching her on the landing and dipping her for a lingering kiss. The sounds of their laughter rang through the house, and he felt a little pang of jealousy. Trying to seem as if he wasn't watching, wasn't drinking in the vision of them together so that he would have something to remember in his quiet moments later, Lurch half-heartedly dusted the top of Thing's box.
All too soon the pair had disappeared at the top of the stairs, and with a sad sigh Lurch went to return his duster to the utility closet. He had no idea that Thing had been watching him from another part of the room, hidden behind a pair of musty drapes. Slowly he trudged up the servants stairs in the back of the house, the wallpaper as dreary and depressing as he himself felt just then. The door to his lonely bedroom creaked open, then closed again behind him.
There were few rushed movements that he ever made, and undressing was not one of those times. The mirror that he stood before was not tall enough to show his face, which was just as well. Bit by bit he pealed away the layers of his uniform, dropping each item onto a pile on a chair, his room the only place he allowed himself not to be completely tidy. The skin he revealed was pale, with a grayish undertone. Even to his own lingering touch it seemed cool, though still soft and supple.
He grazed his fingers over his bare collarbone, then down his chest to one bared nipple. A low, deep moan escaped him as he toyed with the darkened nipple. Closing his eyes, he imagined that the hand were any but his own, though he found it difficult. His head tilted back on his long neck, the corded muscles pulling taut. Pressing his palm flat against his torso, he drug his hand down lower and lower over the smooth skin. When his fingertips brushed down along his manhood his breath caught, and he looked at himself in the mirror, hunkering down so that he could see his own eyes reflected there.
What he saw made him whimper. There was nothing about him that he thought attractive, and just now he felt despair that anyone would ever touch him with even the smallest amount of desire. He felt pathetic for having no one but himself to caress him this way, and his heart twinged with a lonely ache that was nearly enough to flatten the big man. Allowing his hand to fall away, his shoulders slumped as he turned and moved to find his night shift in the dresser. He sniffed as he tugged it over his head, the loose fabric hanging from his shoulders. Placing the nightcap on top of his grey hair, he turned out the lights, then slipped in between the cool cotton of his sheets.
For a while he lay there trying to conjure up pleasant pictures of old girlfriends, lovers he had seen, anything to take his mind away from the loneliness engulfing him. On this particular night nothing seemed to be helping, and after a good half hour he was no closer to sleep than when he had first climbed into the bed. So when the small box on his nightstand creaked open, he knew that Thing was near. Wondering what they wanted, he leaned up on an elbow and began to reach for the lamp when he felt the hand grip his wrist to stop him. It startled and worried him that perhaps there was something wrong somewhere in the house. Those concerns faded when the hand loosened, and then jumped onto the mattress next to him.
Eyebrows drawing together, he pushed up in the bed, his pillows bunching behind him as he leaned against the ancient headboard. He could feel the tiny pitter-patter of the fingertips as they moved along the bed, and he scooted up more as he felt the hand diving beneath his covers. Confused, he couldn't begin to imagine what Thing was up to tonight. Delicate fingers brushed up along his inner thigh, and his breath caught in a loud gasp. In a flash Thing was completely wrapped around Lurch's member, causing a rush of excitement to course through his entire being. The moan that was drawn from him was loud and deep, surprising even him.
This was unexpected, but entirely welcome, and Lurch sank back down into the bed again as he closed his eyes and drug the covers up higher over his chest. At first Thing's movements had been rushed, as if they were afraid of being thrown off before they'd had a chance to even begin, but as they sensed that Lurch was going to allow this intimacy, they slowed and became more expert. Strong fingers slipped up and down Lurch's massive length, the thumb riding over the thick vein as if drawn to it. Over and over they traveled the full distance, drawing gasps and hitched breaths from the man. It was an erotic sensation, and Lurch gave himself over to it completely.
Sharp, wide hips jerked up into the loving touch, though it really did him no good. There was no rushing Thing unless he wrapped his own hand around them, and he didn't want to do that. Thing's thumb paused at the head of Lurch's cock, smearing the fluid it found at the tip around and around while holding tightly to prevent being thrown off by the wild thrusting of the man's body. Lurch fisted the sheets in his large hands while he panted out animal noises into the dark night. "Yes, yes, yes! Yes!" he cried out as the hand followed the curve downward to the base of his prick, gave a little squeeze, then dipped down to fondle his balls. He moaned out loudly, the sound reverberating through the entire room.
Then came a sound as though Lurch were inhaling his tongue when an adventurous finger circled the tight entry none had ever explored before. His eyes popped open, and he automatically drew his legs up, his knees falling wide open beneath the covers. He wasn't sure if he should welcome the sensation or not, but his body seemed to be enjoying it. A further intrusion of a fingertip just inside had the man reaching behind himself and gripping the headboard, his mouth wide open, though no sound escaped him. Deeper the finger entered him until he caught his breath with a whimper. Further movement and the addition of another finger nearly undid him, but he pressed onto the hand that seemed determined to completely unnerve him this evening.
Writhing now, Lurch looked wildly around the darkened room, not sure if he should put an end to this invasion, or simply relax and enjoy it. Thing turned and curled its fingers upward, sending Lurch into a frenzy of motion. More! More! He wanted more of that, and now! How had he lived his life until now without knowing that such deep pleasure existed? Bucking his hips, he nearly sat on Thing to get more of that incredible feeling, his breathing harsh and ragged. One of his hands flew to his stiff rod and began working over it furiously until finally he reached his explosive release, Thing still partly inside of him. "Aaaaahhhhhh!!!" he roared out as hot burst after burst splattered over his tight stomach.
He was shaking and breathless when he felt Thing pull free of him, his body giving another hard twitch because of it. Collapsing, exhausted by the ordeal, he lay sweaty back against his pillows as he tried to catch his breath. Thing timidly crawled up along his side, pausing next to his hand. Lurch took Thing in his hand and tenderly cleaned the fingers with the corner of his sheet, then laced his large fingers with Thing's smaller ones. He brought the back of Thing up to his face, and nuzzled against them as he gratefully drifted off to sleep.