For Jess who wanted a little bit of Ernie fantasising about Terry. *grins*
Title: The Bathroom Scene Author:katling Pairing/Character: Ernie MacMillan/Terry Boot... sort of Rating: NC-17 Warning: Ernie's fantasising in the shower... what do you think will be happening Word Count: 686 Summary: Ernie takes a shower.
Ernie placed his hands against the wall of the shower and bowed his head, letting the hot water beat down against his neck and shoulders. It had been busy in the shop today and he felt like he hadn’t stopped once since the doors opened. He felt tired and every muscle ached.
He sighed as the hot water began to go to work on his sore muscles. As he did he saw that while he was tired, one part of him was feeling rather perky.
“Oh, give it a rest,” he muttered, trying to ignore the erection hanging hot and heavy between his thighs. “Too damn tired.”
He would have turned the shower to cold but he was in no mood to be uncomfortable. Instead he tried to think of the most unattractive thoughts that he could. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to work tonight and he groaned and leaned one arm against the wall, resting his forehead on it. He sighed again, this time wearily and reached down with his free hand, wrapping it around his cock and started stroking slowly.
He closed his eyes as he moved his hand slowly back and forth, concentrating on the slowly growing arousal that was pooling low in his belly and riffling through his mind to find an appropriate fantasy...
“Nice.”
Ernie gave a start and yelped before turning to see where the voice had come from. Terry Boot was standing in the bathroom, leaning with one hip against the sink. He was watching Ernie with a tiny grin on his face and Ernie silently cursed himself for not closing the shower curtain. Ever since the attack, he’d found he didn’t like the closed-in feeling it caused and had gotten out of the habit of closing it.
“Jeez, Terry, what are you doing in here?” he said a little breathlessly as he tried to decided whether or not to cover up. He still hadn’t removed his hand from his cock and his erection hadn’t flagged in the slightest.
“Looking for you,” Terry replied, his gaze flicking up and down then he grinned. “Found you.”
Ernie swallowed hard as he remembered the erotic dreams he had about Terry on occasion. “What are you doing in my bathroom?”
“You didn’t answer when I came in,” Terry replied as though that was perfectly obvious. He then pushed himself off the sink and prowled... it was the only description Ernie’s addled brain could find... towards the shower. “Need some help with that?” he asked with a cheeky grin, indicating Ernie’s still enthusiastic erection.
“Uh... what?” Ernie yelped.
Terry’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he quickly stripped off his robes and stepped into the shower. He gently tugged Ernie’s hand away from his cock then dropped smoothly to his knees.
“Terry... what the... holy fuck!” Ernie gasped as Terry licked his way up the length of his cock then swallowed it down.
He quickly braced himself against the wall and tried not to buck his hips forward. His eyes slid closed at the hot, wet sensation of Terry’s mouth around his cock.
“Fuck... Terry,” he moaned, weaving the fingers of one hand into Terry’s hair.
He whimpered when Terry pulled off to grin up at him. “Maybe later,” Terry said teasingly then he went back to what he’d been doing.
Ernie nearly choked at Terry’s suggestion then lost himself in the startling but really very, very nice blowjob he was getting. It was entirely too soon when he found himself on the verge of his orgasm and he tugged lightly at Terry’s hair.
“Terry... gonna come,” he murmured, his hips bucking lightly despite his best efforts.
Terry hummed and slid a finger into the cleft of Ernie’s arse, brushing over his entrance and Ernie was gone. He groaned and swore as he came in Terry’s mouth, his orgasm rolling over him almost gently but intensely...
“Ernie?”
Ernie’s eyes flew open to find a wide-eyed and blushing Terry standing in the door to his bathroom and all he could do was groan and let his head fall foward, hoping that he hadn’t screwed everything up.