|Atalanta Pendragonne (atalantapendrag) wrote in teatime_fans,|
@ 2007-08-19 14:57:00
Crossover fic: Wake-Up Call
Title: Wake-up Call
Rating: Explicit sex; Adults only!
Characters/Pairings: Teatime/Nny (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac crossover by way of the Stolen Time RP and fanfiction setting)
Summary/Description: Nny and Teatime indulge in some of each other's little fondnesses.
Author's Note: If you've read fidrich's excellent The Kind of Little Boy you'll know the background for Teatime's... reticences.
Word Count: 716
Warning: Light bondage, oblique references to past child abuse
Nny was drugged again, in the deep and peaceful sleep he could never manage any other way. Relaxation changed his face, smoothed his forehead and released the habitual tension of his jaw. Someday, Teatime vowed, someday he would see Nny this relaxed when he was awake.
But he'd be anything but relaxed when he awoke, Teatime thought with anticipation. The collar first, of course. Before anything else, he buckled the leather collar that signified so much around Nny's throat, then reached for the coiled rope with only the slightest inward flinch, and set to binding his arms together from elbows to wrists, leaving his hands pressed together to emulate an attitude of prayer. His narrow chest still rose and fell in the slow deep breathing of heavy slumber. Good, good. Almost as an afterthought, Teatime covered Nny's still-closed eyes with a blindfold before rolling him onto his side and lying comfortable behind him.
Nestled like spoons, Teatime nuzzled the nape of Nny's neck and let his hands wander, enjoying the feel of Nny's skin, the delicate neck with its vulnerable arterial pulse,. his smooth belly and bony chest, sharply protruding hipbones, and thin legs. Scrawny, he called himself, but Teatime was exceedingly fond of his wiry frame, so deceptively strong. Most people's concept of 'attractive' made no sense to Teatime; Nny was attractive because he was Nny. Anyone else was irrelevant. He pinched Nny's nipples, reached down to caress his cock, and grinned approvingly as it hardened under his touch.
Pleased that Nny had started to stir, Teatime bit his earlobe sharply and moved his hand to rest on Nny's hip, which earned him a sleepy but distressed whine, even sweeter than Teatime had hoped. "I hoped you'd wake up," Teatime told him, as he realized he was bound, collared, and blindfolded; the gasp of surprise was clear. "I was planning an awake-thing."
"Nnnh," Nny mumbled, putting up a nominal struggle to test the ropes, then smiling at the security of the knots. "What kind of awake-thing?"
"One you'll like." Teatime flipped Nny onto his back and straddled his thighs, fighting back a moment of uncertainty. He'd been planning this, working up the nerve, and he was going to do it. Because Nny would like it. And because he could. He could, damn it. Clutching Nny's hip with one hand, Teatime grasped himself with the other, shivering involuntarily as he rubbed his thumb in a circle on the head of his cock. It's just like when I do it to Nny. Or when he does it to me. Or when he's watching. I won't be silly. I won't. One pump, two, and he was gratified to see Nny's erection grow, and hear his breathing quicken. It helped, seeing Nny respond reminded him that it was still for him, after all, was still okay.
"Are you... God, Te... Sir, God..."
Hearing Nny's lust-roughened voice made it even easier. So did the honorific; he knew it didn't come naturally to Nny. "Shhh, shhh now, good Nny, good boy, my good boy..." It didn't need to be easier now, as Teatime moved his hand faster, hearing himself make the same foolish sounds he did when Nny did this to him, feeling all the same things... as long as he clutched tight, pumped hard, the pleasure was enough to block out everything else, and his free hand clenched on Nny's hip. Of course, the pace and intensity brought him to the edge quickly, and he came with a loud cry, startling himself with the speed of it. Nny cried out too as the sticky wetness spattered his own cock. The sight of that was... oddly compelling, Teatime realized, looking at Nny's flushed cheeks, pleading expression, and jutting, engorged prick.
"Please. God, anything, but please..."
Pleading, indeed. Teatime laughed a little breathlessly, and stretched out beside Nny, pulling off his blindfold and unknotting the ropes. "Oh, I don't think so. I had to make myself feel good, didn't I? You weren't helping me at all. I think you should have to do the same thing.
Fitting, he thought. Only, Teatime wasn't about to wear the blindfold.