Sunday - November 30th, 2008 Who: Fisher and James When: Afternoon Where: Woods outside the school What: Naughty business Rated: NSFW
James: *makes it to campus, skeptical that fisher is actually in the woods naked until he finds the first article of clothing. smiles and follows the rest*
Fisher: *huddled, shivering, in his underwear against a tree* Ugh fuck, worst idea ever...
James: *grins broadly* Mmm.. just what I asked for. Christmas must have come early this year. *crosses over to him to slip arms around his waist, pulling him into his warmth and then whispers* Hello there.
Fisher: *hugs him tightly, clinging* I am freezing. God you smell good....
James: Like smoke and money? *laughs, leaning down to softly kiss his shoulders, hands sliding up and down his back to warm him* Silly boy.. Don't you know it's Winter?
Fisher: *shivering again, though not from the cold, closing his eyes* W-well... I figured you'd be warm enough... p-plus I was thinking... mmm.... of you naked....
James: Mmm? *kisses up his neck to his ear, breath warm* You know that could be arranged...
Fisher: *melts* Oh fuck...
James: *lightly nibbles on his ear and then pulls away slightly, just long enough to slide off his jacket and toss it aside, a small shiver from the cold ignored as he cups his face in his hands and kisses his lips*
Fisher: *gasps softly, resting hands gingerly on his waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt* Think I'm... getting warmer...
James: Think? *brow quirks, trails kisses down along the line of his jaw* I can do better than that. *slides hands lightly down his sides then hooks fingers in waist of his underwear*
Fisher: *jerks suddenly, breath hitching* Oh God... James... *slides his hands beneath his shirt, nails scratching over his stomach*
James: *continues to kiss down his thin frame, taking a little time to focus on his nipples as he slides his underwear down then pulls away so fisher can take his shirt off before going right back to work on making a downward descent*
Fisher: *panting hard, tugs James' shirt off frantically, arching his chest up into that mouth, tossing the garment off to the side and running his fingers in the other man's hair*
James: *trails a tongue down the other man's stomach while moving onto his knees in front of him, kissing and biting against his hip bone with a soft growl*
Fisher: *stomach muscles tensing, breath getting more ragged* Oh, James...
James: *shivers at the sound of his name, kisses growing steadily closer before ghosting lips along the other man's shaft then wrapping those warm lips around his cock, mouth working up and down upon him*
Fisher: *tugs his hair sharply, growling* Oh fuck yes...
James: *sucks him for a while before slipping a finger into his mouth, getting it nice and wet before working it into the other man's ass while continuing to blow him*
Fisher: *gasping, groaning and panting, grips James' hair and shoulders tightly to stay upright, until he decides he can't take any more. pulls himself out of James' mouth and shoves him hard onto his back, crawling over him and unbuttoning his jeans with his teeth before tugging them down*
James: *shocked by the sudden movement, he grunts as his back hits the ground, then watches in awe. hand drops down to tease dark strands of hair, glad it's growing back out, hips arching up to make his jeans easier to take off*
Fisher: *after removing his jeans, starts kissing up the inside of his thighs, nipping gently, kissing over his groin, over his hip bones, lips brushing over his stomach, trailing a thin line down the happy trail with his tongue, hands roaming over his thighs*
James: *cant help but tremble a bit beneath him, temperature of skin rising, unable to keep eyes off of him* You are so beautiful...
Fisher: *blushing a little, shaking his head dismissively* You're just saying that because I'm gonna put your cock in my mouth.
James: *laughs warmly* I'd still say it even if you'd taken a vow of celibacy and never went near my cock again. *smirks* Though you are a lot MORE beautiful with my dick in your mouth
Fisher: *pauses, looking up at him* Say it again.
James: *grins* You're even more beautiful with my dick in your mouth.
Fisher: *sticks his tongue out, licking slowly from base to tip*
James: *shivers, the grin fading into a look of bated lust*
Fisher: *eyes smirking, very slowly takes the tip into his mouth, closing his lips over it, gaze locked*
James: *head falls back to exhale a gasp before looking down once more, lust burning behind intense blues*
Fisher: *chuckling, slowly takes him in, inch by inch, fingers curling against his skin until he's taken it all in, tongue rubbing the underside*
James: Oh hell, Fisher... *breathing hard and heavy, biting lower lip to resist the urge to roll up and into his warm mouth*
Fisher: *slowly pulls back, swirling his tongue over the tip* Don't hold back on me, James... you wanna fuck my mouth, do it. *gently nips the tip*
James: *shivers at those words but replies breathily* I'd rather kiss it.
Fisher: *darkly* Later, my love. Right now... *growls, taking him into his mouth again*
James: *growls and then moans, hips rocking up and into that sweet mouth with a sharp intake of breath*
Fisher: *starts working on him frantically, panting and sucking hard, working his mouth over the shaft, no holding back, both hands scratching over his stomach and thighs*
James: Oh fuck... *breathing hard and heavy, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips into that sweet mouth. alternates between watching him and closing his eyes to savor the feeling* Stop... Oh fuck, Fisher... If you keep that up... *growls*
Fisher: *slipping his hands beneath James' hips, lifts them slightly to take his cock further into his mouth, mouth and tongue unrelenting*
James: *wants to push him away but cant, instead growling and pushing his fingers back through the other man's hair, hands grasping at the ground as all the blood rushes from his head*
Fisher: *suddenly breaks away, looking up at James with dark, hungry eyes* Fuck me. Now.
James: *panting and trembling as he moves too quickly to oblige, slightly dizzy from it, recovers to press a firm kiss against his lips as he rolls them, pushing fisher's back against the ground*
Fisher: *sitting back, spreads his legs apart to let James between them, grabbing a handful of his hair to return the kiss, letting himself fall back onto the ground, moaning and lifting his hips to maat James' body*
James: *still kissing him, grasps his shaft and drives slowly into the smaller man at which point he has to break the kiss to breathe, shuddering softly on top of him as he attempts to find a pace and keep from finishing too soon*
Fisher: *whimpers loudly, pushing against him, nails clawing at his back, gasping for air when the kiss is broken* Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck..... James....
James: *presses flush against him, pulling a thigh up and around his waist to push into him deeper* I love you... *ghosts lips along the other man's throat and neck as he rolls his hips* Of fuck, Fisher... You are so... *growls softly*
Fisher: *arches his neck up, exposing more skin* Don't stop... wanna hear you... come.... inside me... *wraps both legs around him* Come for me James.... fuck, you are so fucking sexy... *arches into him, rolling his hips sharply*
James: *shivers at every word, entire body tensing, hands clutching at his thigh roughly as his hips begin to jerk. temperature rises significantly just before a groan rocks through him* Fisher.... *heat pulses inside of him, filling him deep*
Fisher: *cries out loudly, half in pain and half in pleasure, clinging to him tightly, shuddering as he rides James' climax, panting*
James: *falls panting against him, nuzzling his face into his neck, kissing and licking at his skin, breath hot, body trembling*
Fisher: *shivers suddenly, the cold air hitting him* Fuck....
James: *still panting* We should get out of the cold before you end up sick.
Fisher: *grips him tightly* Don't go.
James: *smiles and kisses him softly* I'm not going anywhere that I don't intend to take you with me.
Fisher: *smiles, swallowing* Okay.
James: *sits up, intending to head to his vehicle or something but changes his mind and instead pulls Fisher into his lap and grabs his coat to wrap around him followed by his arms*
Fisher: *curls up into him, hugging him tightly, soaking in the warmth, resting his head on his shoulder*
James: *nuzzles into him, pressing a few soft, random kisses wherever he can reach* Do you think you'll ever stop secretly disbelieving me when I tell you that I love, that you're beautiful, that... you'e exactly what I want?
Fisher: *quiet a moment, palm resting flat on James' chest. then, quietly* It's not really a secret if you can ask about it, is it?
James: *soft laugh* No. *quiet* You get this look on your face sometimes. It's like.. almost like curiousity, like you're studying me because you can't possibly figure me out, figure us out...
Fisher: Well I... can't. I mean you're... you're just.... you had everything, you had a family and your husband was... and you left it. And I can't think of why you'd do that.
James: Because you are... impossible to get over. No one.. gets me the way that you get me. No one really sees me the way that you do. *quiet a moment* You were the first person to ever really look at me and.. you're still the only person that ever really listens. *exhales a breath* Thinking that I had... that maybe I had really lost you made me realize just how... impossibly empty it would be to live without you.
Fisher: *sniffles quietly* Oh.
James: *small laugh* Oh... *holds him a bit tighter, burying nose in his hair*
Fisher: *whispering* I'm never going to be good enough for you, James. You have to know that.
James: Only because you already are. *pulls back a bit, forcing fisher to look at him* Fisher... you.. you piss me off sometimes. There are times when you are so fucking.. stubborn and self-destructive and passive-aggressive and fucking just.. impossible that I... get so frustrated that I want to just grab you and shake you and yell at you until either you stop being that way or I can't yell anymore, and I'm pretty sure you've probably felt the same way about me more than once but, at the end of the day, it all boils down to one thing. No one has ever seen me as clearly as you do and still loved me so unfailingly. So how could you possibly ever be NOT good enough for me when that's all that I've ever really wanted?
Fisher: *shrinks a little as he talks, unable to keep eye contact for very long. When he's done, pauses a moment, then peers up hesitantly* I'll... try. And not make you crazy. Be less... stubborn and self destructive.
James: Fisher... *sighs and then smiles a little* I want your stubborness. I want you self-destructiveness. I want your insecurites and your neurosis and.. your creepy dead people following us around, poking their noses in our business, trying to climb in bed with me and peek at me in the shower. *soft laugh* I want you constantly stealing all of my heat because you could be cold in 110 degree weather. And I want your sordid history and these arms... *slides hands down along the outside of both arms* thin and pale and damaged as they may be, wrapped around me as often as possible. *pulls him closer* And I never, never, want to stop being crazy for and with and because of you. *fixes him with a look* And you may as well just suck it up and deal with it already because we both know that James fucking McGaven always gets what he wants. *smirks*
Fisher: *squirms a little when James touches his arms, but smiles despite it. stays quiet, looking at the ground, then exhales slowly* I wanna make you dinner.
James: Okay... *grins* I wanna eat your dinner.
Fisher: And... and I want you to come to my place. And eat at my table, with my brother, who might not come out of his room. And I want you to stay and watch a movie and sit on my couch and... and hold my hand.
James: All you have to say is when.
Fisher: I need to go shopping. You know for like, food stuff. Friday?
James: What time should I be there?
Fisher: *looks at him* You'd really wanna come? Really?
James: Yes. *soft laugh* I want things to be different this time too, Fisher. I mean.. I know you don't remember everything about before but it was always just... just us, you and me, alone together. And while I love being alone with you, having you all to myself, I don't think it was good for us. It made everything seem kind of... surreal and then when it wasn't just you and I anymore we weren't... prepared for that. *smiles* I wanna be your boyfriend. I wanna do boyfriend things with you and for you and.... *serious* I don't just want to have sex with you. I want to date you, Fisher Majors.
Fisher: *startled* Like.... date dates?
James: *nods* Date dates. *pauses* You know, that you're comfortable with. I don't expect you to just.. be prepared to go and snog in front of complete strangers in some highly public place or anything but... dinner and a movie at your place with your brother is a start.
Fisher: *small, shy smile* Not anyplace that's not service mouse ear ice cream, anyway.
James: Well, you know.. what happens in California... *small laugh, laces fingers with his own and pulls hand up to kiss his knuckles and then his palm and then his wrist*
James: Good. *smirks* I'd prefer not to be mediocre or average at anything.
Fisher: I mean it. I dunno if I can handle all of you.
James: We'll take it slow. Give you time to build up a bit of resistence to my charm. *winks*
Fisher: *kisses him suddenly*
James: *grunts in surprise and then melts into it, arms wrapping around him to kiss him back*
Fisher: *presses against his body, stealing his warmth, tongue pushing past his lips*
James: *moans, tongue dancing with his, pulling him even more tightly against him*
Fisher: *pulls back slightly, lightening the kiss* Seven, on Friday.
James: Mmm... *eyes still closed for a moment, nodding* I will be there. *opens eyes, reaching up to craddle his cheek in his hand*
Fisher: *hesitant a moment, then softly* And if.. y'wanted to... bring Devon. You could. If he wanted.
James: *smiles softly* I might. I can let you know beforehand so you'll be sure to have enough food.
Fisher: Okay. Thanks. *looks up at him* I love you.
James: *kisses his lips softly* I love you too.
Fisher: I don't ever want to leave this spot.
James: You have to. *grins* Can't cook from here. *soft laugh*
Fisher: But it's cold out there.
James: Well I could just keep putting my hands all over you while you're getting dressed, make sure you don't have a chance to get too cold.
Fisher: *chuckling* And also no chance of getting dressed...
James: Well.... My intentions would be good. *small laugh*
Fisher: Mm, so would your hands, that's the problem...
James: *growls a little then laughs*
Fisher: *shivers* Oh God don't do that...
James: *grins then pushes him back onto the ground with another soft growl, pressing a flutter of kisses all along his neck, throat, and upper chest*
Fisher: *whimpering* James... oh God, please...
James: Please what? *trails his tongue up over his Adam's apple*
Fisher: P-please... don't.... *moans softly, arching into him* Don't stop...
James: *kisses along his chest, hands stroking up over his sides, down his thighs and back up to smooth down his arms*
Fisher: *shivering and writhing, breathing quickly* James, James... mmm.... *pulls his arms away*
James: *growls softly* Don't pull away from me. *somewhat forcibly takes hold of one of his arms again, pressing a flutter of kisses up along his forearm*
Fisher: *struggles a little though not much. sighing, looks down and watches him* Why do you always do that?
James: *looks up at him smiling* Because I love you. Every single inch. And because it.. *purses his lips in thought* It reminds me of how extremely fucking grateful I am that you're still here in spite of all of this.
Fisher: *smiles and blushes, looking away* You're so cheesy.
James: I know. *kisses the inside of his arm again* You love it. *more kisses*
Fisher: *mumblegrumble* Guess it could be worse.... *sighs softly*
James: Mmm. *is distracted by his downward progression of soft, warm kisses against his skin*
Fisher: *gasps softly* Your mouth is so, so warm...
James: Mmm, you think it's warm now... *trails down down from his navel to right above his groin* You've seen nothing yet.
Fisher: *breath hitches, fingers curling into the leaves and dirt* Y-yeah, I have... it was.... hot.
James: *growls a little and then envelopes his cock with the heat of his mouth, stroking his lips up and down with his tongue pressed flush against his shaft*
Fisher: *cries out in surprise, hips jerking slightly* OH shit... mm.... *lifts a hand to stroke through James' hair, grasping slightly*
James: *moans around him, lips tightening is as much of a smirk as he could wear with his mouth around his cock, slowly working his lips up and down, mouth hot around him*
Fisher: *shudders hard, groaning loudly, seeming to forget they're in the woods still on campus*
James: *pushes up onto his palms so as to have more leverage to continue stroking him with his mouth*
Fisher: *rolls his hips slightly, keeping pace with james' mouth, panting heavily* fuck, fuck fuck....
James: *groans around him, working harder and faster, taking him in deeper as the heat of his mouth grows*
Fisher: *keening softly, both hands run through James' hair, tugging sharply as he finally explodes down his throat, crying out in a short, sharp exhale*
James: *deep throats just as he gets off, swallowing him down and moaning, holding mouth there until the throbbing stops at which point he slowly slides his mouth off of him*
Fisher: *shivering and whimpering, gropes weakly for him* 'Mere... c'mere... cold.
James: *smiles, licking his lips as he slides up his form, pressing the warmth of his body against fisher's own*
Fisher: *wraps his arms around him, holding him tightly, still panting a little* Can't... believe I did that in public...
James: *laughs warmly, nuzzling against his neck* And of course that's what you choose to be concerned about.
Fisher: *faint laugh* Also got a rock in my back...
James: *sighs and then rolls them both over, kissing his neck as arms run up and down his back* Better?
Fisher: *clings to him, snuggling in* Mm hmm.
James: *continues to stroke his back, kissing his shoulders* I've missed this so much. I've missed just having you this.. close.
Fisher: *small chuckle* Wish I could say th'same, but... can't miss what you don't remember not having. Still... *kisses the side of his neck* I'm glad you're not going to New York.
James: Mmm. I would stay or go anywhere for you.
Fisher: *smiling* What a terrifying thought.
James: I know.... *laughs softly*
Fisher: *softly and seriously* You really do scares me, James. Everything about you does. You say these things that are just... absolutely insane, and you mean every word.
James: Mmm, well it's it obvious? *smirks* I'm crazy.
Fisher: I did notice. *quiet a moment, then softly* Are you... is this going to end up like you and Will did?
James: No.
Fisher: Cuz when you were yelling at him, and we were in the hotel... I thought that... well if he was close, I thought you really would have... *trails off*
James: Hurt him?
Fisher: *nods*
James: *sighs and then softly* I might have...
Fisher: *in a small voice* Oh.
James: But I've never... I mean as many times as you and I have argued and you've made me... *exhales a breath* I've never hurt you. I don't think I ever could.
Fisher: *quiet a moment* I guess I shouldn't believe you, I mean... they say that people who abuse will tell you anything you want to hear. But... *looks into his eyes* You've never lied to me. Have you?
James: *shifts so that he can see him better* Not even when the truth hurts.
Fisher: *looks him over, staying quiet, then kisses him softly*
James: *kisses him back, holding him just a little bit tighter*
Fisher: Let's go inside.
James: Are you sure? I thought... you didn't want me around Lyle right now.
Fisher: He needs to get used to you, doesn't he?
James: *smiles and then kisses him softly once more before letting him go so they can both get dressed*
Fisher: *hops into his clothing quickly, zipping up and shivering* Grr, fuckin' New England...
James: *laughs, tugging on the last of his clothes before moving to wrap arms around fisher from behind* Lead the way.
Fisher: *moves the arms around his waist to wrap them around his shoulders, holding on to the wrists and bending forward, lifting James off his feet and starting off back toward the building*
James: What.. are you... *laughs* You're crazy! I'm too big for you to... Okay. You asked for it. *wraps his legs around his waist*
Fisher: *wraps his arms beneath his legs* Ugh, seriously... you're so fat, omigod... *giggling*
James: I told you! I'm deceptively heavy. *grins*
Fisher: Must be the huge cock you're lugging around...
James: You shouldn't talk about yourself that way. *smirks*
Fisher: Hey! I will drop you like a bad habit, McCafferty! *grunts* Y'know... clinging to you desperately until someone pries you from my iron grip and then sends me away for a month to detox...
James: Mmm, that would be a mistake. *nips at his ear* A month isn't nearly long enough to recover from an addiction to me.
Fisher: Coulda been, if you weren't so psycho and stalked me across the country
James: But see that's the problem though. They'd have to send me away too.
Fisher: I could've told them to. Called the police or something. Ooh! Restraining order, those are classy
James: Nothing says love like a restraining order. *laughs then pauses* You ready to put me down yet?
Fisher: Why would I put you down?
James: Cuz I'm heavy!
Fisher: I said you were fat, not heavy.
James: Ah, okay. I'll just relax then, enjoy the ride. *rests chin on shoulder*
Fisher: *carries him all the way to the back door to the staff apartments* Okay, here's your stop. Get off me.
James: Hmm? Get you off? I already did that. *smirks and then climbs off of the other man's back, tugging him to him to kiss him again, first his lips, then his nose, then his neck*
Fisher: *goes along with it for a moment, purring* Okay, okay seriously sir... that'll be $22.50.
James: *grins against his skin, still kissing and being generally handsy* You got change for a hundred?
Fisher: *chuckles a little, grinning* Do I look like a bank owner's son to you?
James: Mmm, no. Guess that means you'll have to start me a tab.... *nips at his ear*
Fisher: *shivers* H-hey! Cut that out. I'm not walking in there with a boner.
James: *laughs* Then stop being so damn sexy...
Fisher: I'm not!
James: You are. *gropes his ass with a grin*
Fisher: *seriously* All I did was writhe beneath the perfectly tuned ministrations of your mouth until I was brought to a complete and soul-changing orgasm that made me cry out in wild abandon. How is that at all sexy?
James: *growls softly* You are going to be the death of me one day.
Fisher: *innocent* What?
James: *glares then turns him around and pushes him towards the door* Get your little teasing ass inside!
Fisher: *lets himself slam against it, putting his hands beside his head, palms flat* NO PLEASE STOP RAPING ME!!!! *giggles*
James: Fisher! *glances around to make sure no one is looking before he swats him on the ass* You're terrible.
Fisher: *looks back over his shoulder, still against the door, gving James a sultry gaze*
James: *quirks a brow, closing the space between them to lean in and whisper in his ear* You keep looking at me like that, little boy, and you're going to get yourself in trouble.
Fisher: *chuckling darkly* I'm always in some kind of trouble, aren't I? *pushes himself back against James*
James: *groans, sliding his hands over the other man's form* Mmm, fuck Fisher...
Fisher: *murmuring, turning his head to nip a kiss on James' lips* I love how you say my name like that... like you couldn't control yourself even if you wanted to...
James: Mmm, I'm trying damn hard but... You have a way of making that.. pretty fucking impossible. *trails his tongue along the shell of his ear* Like now.
Fisher: *inhales slowly, moaning low in his chest, closing his eyes* I am so fucking terrified this isn't real...
James: It is.. *ensures him softly, kissing his neck and along the line of his jaw* I love you. So, so much...
Fisher: Promise?
James: Cross my heart and hope to die. *smirks* Stick a needle in my eye.
Fisher: How about just kiss me again?
James: Mmm, I can do that. *pulls him around to face him, both hands cupping his face as he kisses him deeply, pressing his back against the door*
Fisher: *whimpers softly, letting his eyes flutter closed, melting into the kiss while both hands grab hold of James' waist*
James: *kisses him until he can't kiss any longer, breaking away to breathe though not changing the space between them, breath warm against his face as he then kisses his nose and both his eyelids*
Fisher: *breathing unevenly* There aren't... enough words to say what I wanna say right now....
James: Then don't say anything, just... *nuzzles nose against his own* Stay with me forever.
Fisher: *swallows, whispering* Okay.
James: *squeezes him softly* Let's go upstairs.
Fisher: Okay. *one last kiss, then grabs the doorknob, stepping inside, then stops* Um... he might not say anything, so... don't take it personally.
James: Mmm... *savors the kiss, eyes closed, then licks his lips as he pulls away* Okay. I won't.
Fisher: *unsure* Okay. This'll be fine.
James: It will be. And if it isn't... *short pause* We'll deal with that later.
Fisher: *small groan, heading upstairs*
James: *takes his hand to follow behind him, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they approach his floor*
Fisher: *stops once they get to his door, just staring at it*
James: I don't have to go in. I... If you need some time, maybe to talk to him about it first, I understand.
Fisher: *takes a deep breath, grabs the doorknob and walks inside, tugging James along*
James: *stumbles in behind him with a smile* Nice place.
Fisher: Yeah, don't you love the minimalism of it all.
James: Mmm, course. Nothing to detract from... I dunno, the architectural beauty? *soft laugh*
Fisher: Our stuff isn't in yet, so... I mean it's not too bad. We have plates and stuff. So that's something.
James: At least it's warm. *shivers a little, adjusting to the heat* Lyle in his room?
Fisher: I... think so? Maybe? *calls* Lyle? Are you... here? *mumbling* Or lying in wait ready to strike...?
James: *quirks a brow slightly* Should I be concerned. *makes himself comfy on the sofa, pouting a little as he pats the space next to him for fisher to join him*
Fisher: No... I don't think so. *sits* I just... dunno. About him.
James: *reaches his hand over to lace fingers with fisher's own*
Fisher: *small smile* Thanks.
James: *smiles over at him then leans in to kiss him softly* So.. wanna watch some tv?
Fisher: *rests his head on his shoulder* M'kay. Sounds good. *squeezes his hand*
James: *smiles then grabs the remote, turning the tv on and settling down to simply enjoy his present company*