Rule, Britannia
Author: wanderingsmith with Gadhar
dec 27, 2015
Summary: Barney kinda smiled at Tool's
random teasing, muttering just loud enough to be
heard, "Lee likes your tattoos just fine. Just not
on himself."
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd
be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought,
so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with
'em..
AN:
so this started out as another back and forth
message sequence.. but then it kinda took off on me
and I thought.. well, it's christmas.. supposed to
make gifts..
Got another that I'd originally planned.. but this
one forced itself to the front so, yeah. here you go
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
WARNING
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
The quiet Eagles CD playing in the background and haze
of pipe-smoke in the air were relaxing old friends, just
as Tool, himself, was. Standing at a counter, oiling
half-rusted parts of an old Ford engine while Tool
stared at a painted plate waiting for inspiration to
strike, were still a regular down-time occurrence.
" 's a shame Christmas doesn't appreciate my art. Had a
real nice idea for a couple 8-leggers playing chase, the
other morning."
Barney kinda smiled at the random teasing, muttering
just loud enough to be heard, "Lee likes your tattoos
just fine. Just not on himself." He kept his tiny grin
at memories half-hidden.
Tool turned from his plate and blinked at him a few
times, obviously trying to pull the meaning out of that
one. That he then started to smile wide wasn't
especially surprising; Barney wasn't trying that hard to
keep secrets, these days. "Oh yeah? So." Tool raised a
brow, smile turning to a teasing smirk, "Gonna shave
your hair so I can draw wee Charlotte for Lee to enjoy?"
Rolling his eyes, Barney shook his head, "Lee likes the
hair too, Tool," which he wasn't going to expand on,
"But, I might let you doodle out something for him."
Tool's eyes narrowed a bit, "You do know I don't do
inking in some places, right?"
Barney choked a little at that, because, like he'd
*want* to have Tool near some places! "Jesus, nothing
like that Tool!"
Of course, Tool's just sitting there laughing at him,
"Just making sure, brother. But you know, I'll come up
with something.. we'll find somewhere to stick it."
Barney couldn't help but give him a bit of a wary look,
at that, considering the previous comment.
A pen appeared in Tool's fingers and started weaving on
a handy napkin as he mused aloud, "How about one of them
rampant lions his old motherland uses in so many of
their symbols. Nice powerful, angry fellow: good
representative of our boy, Christmas."
For a few seconds the only sound was the scratch of the
pen as Barney smiled a bit, relaxing with the more
reasonable conversation. Missing the smirking glance
Tool threw him. "Add a pretty knife, reverse-gripped,
ready to defend.." this time, Barney caught the grin
flickering up at him, narrowing his eyes at his old
friend, "And another paw clamped down on the edge of
your ass."
Barney figured he must have quite the look on his face,
way Tool's laughing at him now. But he can't deny he
likes the idea. He's belonged to Lee since the day he
flashed that damn smile Barney's way. So many years
floating through life, rootless, bondless; hardly aware
of it for never having felt otherwise. Until the day his
eyes locked on that smile, and the bright eyes attached
to it reached out and roped around him.
He'd only wasted the years after that, tripping over
himself trying to pretend it didn't make him want
things. Now he just tripped over himself trying to give
Lee everything.
The idea of having the way Lee'd held his soul all these
years carved into his skin held a hell of lot of appeal.
Hell, so did imagining Lee's reaction.
"Maybe throw in some fancy script along the arch of the
back, or around the mane, maybe even along one of the
lines... maybe his name...or...?"
----
The night Barney came back from Tool's limping, ever so
slightly, Lee hurried over, worried that something had
happened, only to have his lover pull him into a rough,
urgent kiss. And when Barney finally pulled back enough
for them to breathe, it was to turn his head and mutter
in Lee's ear, "Want you to take me to bed and fuck me so
good I forget my name."
And Lee felt that go straight to his cock, images of
Barney's face, the past times he's been able to drive
into all that solid calm and completely crumble it,
flowing into his mind, and he can't really deny a
request like that.
The fact that words like that crumble *his* calm isn't
new. Though the second time he smashed his knuckles
between a door frame and Barney's shoulder blade because
he couldn't really stop kissing and stroking and he
needed *more* of Barney than he could get from the
half-missed kisses he stole as they stumbled toward
their bedroom, did kinda drive it home, kiss interrupted
this time by Lee's swearing and Barney's chuckling at
him.
Then they finally made it to the bed and Lee just kept
pushing so Barney landed on his back. About to follow
him down, though, he hesitated when he saw the hidden
flinch cross Barney's face, "Barney??"
The self-deprecating grin Barney wore as he sat up to
pull his shirt over his head didn't completely reassure
Lee, but whatever the fuck was going on, that hard-on in
the moron's pants hadn't gone down and Lee automatically
got his own shirt off as he kept staring, fumbling as he
watched those thick fingers that regularly drove *him*
wordless now carefully lower that strained zipper.
And then stop. Lee's eyes rose to catch on a grin that
looked way too young and playful to be his old lonely
buddy and he was still trying to breathe through the hot
jolt of love that that gave him when Barney flowed to
his knees, one hand holding up his jeans, and turned,
still upright, giving Lee a wink before he muttered, low
and teasing, "Gonna finish the job?"
"You are a fucking tease, Barney Ross." Instead of
obeying the veiled order, Lee got on the bed behind him,
knees around Barney's, and his hands stroked a slow path
along Barney's sides, tracing the muscles that had
flexed to so easily keep him straight as he moved on the
soft bed. He'd learned the hard way that he couldn't go
to the gym to watch the man work out. And he'd yet to
get him to give Lee a private show at home, so this was
as close as he got to indulging in a bit of skin
worship.
The smooth power gliding under his palm as he mouthed
the rough skin of Barney's neck tightened his gut with
lust and there was a hard to control urge pumping
through his veins to growl possession; unreasonable,
illogical desire to never let the man out of his arms.
But Lee's brain still held sway and he kept his mouth
occupied and ignored the dark need, unwilling to risk
his commanding lover very reasonably objecting to the
controlling behaviour.
Barney let him get away with his petting with no more
than a shivery sigh until he stroked up and slowly
pinched the hard nipples he found. The sharp exhale of
sound and shudder were accompanied with Barney losing
his grip on the open placket of his pants and drew Lee's
eyes and hands down, sliding both hands inside boxers to
give an approving squeeze to the hard handful he found,
grinding his own trapped cock against his lover's hard
ass.
When a thick arm came up and back to wrap around his
neck, he could smell the start of that layer of sweat
that'd slick Barney's body in a bit, could feel his
senses start a familiar spiral into primitive sex even
before he heard his name rasped in that smoky voice.
Felt hips rock his prize through his loose grip.
Whatever had riled Barney up to be so quick on the
trigger tonight, Lee never *could* resist anything the
man wanted. Even if it meant pulling back so he could
get his lily-white ass bare enough to fuck him
speechless.
Hearing Barney's breath speed up when he started to
lower jeans and boxers together wasn't really
surprising: just another proof the man was riled way up.
But when he saw the first shadow appear, his own breath
caught and he slowed, gently pulling the material away
from the injured skin before lowering it to expose the
stark black lines stylized on Barney's skin. His name.
The insignia he'd once worn with such stupid pride.
Gripping his lover's ass with the very possession he'd
been trying to hold back for so long.
"Barney." Christ. He barely recognized that cracked
voice. And he couldn't look away from every nuance of
meaning sliding into his heart the longer he stared; not
even when he felt the man turn his head to look at him
over his shoulder.
"Never had pain make me horny before. Almost had to ask
him to stop."
Lee dragged his eyes up, needing to see the eyes that
went with the uncertainty in that voice. Then he
couldn't help but dive forward to kiss *his* man; rough
and clumsy and Barney's head didn't turn enough and he
had his hands tight in that thick hair to keep him as
close as they could be. Rough and desperately deep
between the misses because he was babbling, Barney's
name and love and breathless swears because he never
could find words when feelings exploded through him like
this and he could feel Barney's clumsy-looking and yet
so fucking fast and precise fingers gripping his back,
non-existent nails digging into him in something like
desperation as he returned the babble with Lee's name.
God only knew how long they crouched there, lost in the
wildness of their hearts, before Lee could finally
breathe on the other side of that wave of crazy emotions
and got his forehead pressing on Barney's, breathless
chuckles puffed between their lips. Black eyes shinning
back into his as Barney flashed one of his too-rare,
full, un-edged, smiles.
This time the kiss he pressed in was almost soft: quick,
slow, press with only a quick slick of tongue on tongue
before he pulled back to smile, "Glad you let him
finish," he stared hard at the man in his arms, wishing
he could send his thoughts right to him, "Love you,
Barney."
Maybe he could. Because he could feel the heat from the
love staring back at him wrap around him; knew without a
doubt that he belonged.
"I know."
Nodding slowly, Lee pulled back, letting his eyes track
back down. His.
This time he let that curl of possession spread out and
grow. Pushed gently on Barney's shoulder to get him to
lay down. Hands sliding down over the dead chicken that
had always seemed to own Barney's heart, down until he
gently skimmed around the edges of inflamed skin that
would soon be a clear picture of the power that Barney
now let rule his life.
Love for a disowned Englishman. For Lee.
He leaned down to breathe softly over the paw curving
down, its nails almost at the crease to thigh, "Mine..."
It was only a whisper, first escape from that creature
inside. Lee still feeling a twinge of almost fear,
waiting for a reaction.
One of Barney's hands swung down to lay on the bed, palm
open upward near Lee's head. Quiet mutter only slightly
muffled, "Yours, Lee."
And that was so much more than he could be expected to
keep from rekindling the lust that'd been tamped.
This time there was no hesitation, only a low growl as
he wrapped one hand around Barney's, "Mine." His other
hand clamped on unmarked flesh and he turned his head to
lay a mostly-gentle bite on that cheek before kissing
the small of Barney's back, tasting the salt of sweat,
knowing, now, that it was from laying silent and still
under that buzzing needle so close to where Lee could
make him melt with pleasure, knowing that every tingle
was drawing Lee's mark deep into his very skin. Knowing
it would drive Lee crazy when he saw it.
He laid another kiss, just a little lower, feeling a
fine tension in the muscles under his hands. Another
kiss and he heard a faint whine, a barely-there grind of
hips into mattress. As he shifted lower, his thumb
slowly pressed muscle away from the wrinkle of skin that
he had every intention of sliding into before they both
fell soundly asleep.
He could hear Barney breathing hard, could feel himself
breathing just as hard, could feel the tension that
deliberately relaxed under his hand. Knew what Barney
expected.
But that wasn't enough for the glowing need in side him.
"Mine." He saw the skin twitch as his breath hit it,
then felt it twitch harder when his tongue licked a wide
strip over it, saliva slicking hot and sweet with the
wordless shout of surprise he heard, the jerk the hand
he held made. Not trying to escape, no. The moan that
followed a slow trace around the perimeter of dark pink
was full of nothing but lust, the hips shifting back to
be closer to him, not to get away.
Mine Mine Mine. Slow slow trace, senses drowning in musk
stronger than when he sucked Barney off, fingers
tightening to hold against the slippery sweat popping on
both their skin. Until he felt the shift and clench of
muscle and ignored the invitation/demand by only licking
over the shivery opening, feeling the half-wild sounds
Barney was making soak into him and crank the fucking
lust hardening his cock ever harder.
He could only feel that flutter under his tongue so many
times before he had to give in. Slick and already flexed
open, there was nothing to stop his tongue sliding right
in, chopped sob and the hand he held almost crushed his
but Lee wasn't stopping. Thumb dug harder so he could
get closer, deeper, moan in his throat as he felt the
clench force him out but then convulsively let go when
he pushed back in.
All there was was the dim room, his skin burning and the
smell of sex heavy in the air, the man he loved going
crazy under his touch, and the crazier 'Mine' echoing in
his mind, merging with the music of a wrecked voice
without words to command him.
He was almost surprised when he felt the sudden hard
clench that turned to the steady rhythm of orgasm on a
loud shout. A few of those ripples against his tongue
and his cock was throbbing loud enough to get through
and he scrambled up to open his buttons and lower his
pants and underwear enough to free himself. His eyes
never moved from the glistening wet hole still twitching
and he barely thought to spit in his palm to slick his
cock as best he could before pushing his way in with a
gasp.
Slick and hot and pulling him in with every contraction
and it was all Lee could do not to come right there and
then. A few panted breaths, knowing that whine was from
his own throat 'cause he could hear Barney moaning low,
and he pulled at Barney's hips to get him on his knees,
stilling again to catch his control until he felt
Barney's leg muscles settle into position, though he
left his arms under his head rather than try to hold
himself up.
Slow thrusts, eyes straying from sweat-curled black hair
to that sketch of a lion that moved with the clenching
muscles countering Lee's retreats. Slow torture to keep
from coming because he didn't want this to end, not yet.
Sweat-slick back flexing to take his thrusts. Pink skin
stretched around his cock. "Mine."
He changed his hold with the jolt that shook Barney at
the word, and felt him respond with a sudden clench even
before he moaned and that was more than he could take.
Speeding up as Barney pushed up until he was on hands
and knees and could meet every thrust, the air filling
with both of their grunts.
Too close, too close. He slipped a hand down and around
to wrap around the half-hard cock swinging with every
snap of his hips, hand tight and jerking in time to his
thrusts, trying to get his lover off before he couldn't
hold himself back anymore.
"Harder. Close."
Hardly an order he'd refuse. Shifting to brace himself
better, the angle changed and he felt the jerk of
reaction before he heard the gasp. Felt slick coat his
jerking hand and, unthinking, pulled out as he felt the
long-denied release fire through him, watched the white
streaks land on old scars and new ink.
----
Barney's eyes were already half-closed and his brain
angling toward sleep when he felt Lee drop down besides
him. He rustled up the energy to turn onto his side and
throw and arm out to catch him closer, getting a deep
sigh for payment as Lee slipped close. He frowned,
though his eyes stayed closed, "Lee?" because that
wasn't his usual burrowed-in spot... But he felt fingers
trace odd lines on his back, then, and realized,
faintly, just why he was going to sleep covered in
spunk. Even if he hadn't still been blown away by the
crazy pleasure Lee's given him, he still wouldn't have
minded, though. He tugged Lee closer, letting sleep
start to latch onto him.
"Shhh, sleep. Be right back" There was a kiss on his
cheek accompanying the words as he was jostled
half-awake, then the dip of Lee's warmth leaving the
bed. Barney yawned and rolled back on his stomach,
instinctively pulling Lee's pillow into a hug. He said
he'd be back. And Barney didn't have the energy to rub
two thought together after that goddamn perfect bit of
fucking.
The descending sleep haze lifted again when he felt a
cloth gently land on the new tat and he made himself
raise his head to look. "Lee?"
The brit gave him one of those new quiet smiles Barney'd
gotten to see more and more since they'd started
sleeping together, "Should at least keep it clean for a
few days," he lifted a hand holding a tube, "Unless
you're gonna drop the macho bit and let me put cream
on?"
If Barney'd been awake, he'd have found an argument to
explain how he felt about that. But he was mostly
asleep, and Lee looked hopeful. Barney sighed and went
back to his pillow, letting the knifeman do what he
wanted with his ass.
"Come on, let go, Barney." The quiet whisper would have
had him wide awake, in the field. Right then, it barely
penetrated. But the pillow he was hugging wasn't Lee. So
it neither needed protecting from whatever was tugging
it, nor was it what he really wanted.
Then it was finally Lee in his arms, head on Barney's
bicep, face buried in his neck; hand back to tracing the
drying streaks on Barney's back.
He was asleep when Lee muttered into his skin, "Mine."
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