Dance
Author: wanderingsmith
feb 10, 2015
Summary: P?WP??
Barney wasn't particularly aware of raising
the skin to his lips to lick the salt off, not
until his nose flared at the scent and
suddenly he was aware of the air in the
warm-enough to workout half-naked room
beginning to smell of an exercise-warm body,
now that the door was closed.
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: lol, this sat as about 2 lines in
a file for the last few months... until
someone who knows who they are woke my brain
up on a track on the weekend.
-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-
He'd seen Lee ply his art in the field plenty of
times over their years together. Had even, once or
twice, gotten to stand still and actually watch a
whole show instead of only catching moments in
between dealing out his own game.
He had never, somehow, seen *this*.
When Gunner'd said Lee was 'working out', Barney'd
pictured barbells, a punching bag, maybe a target
range of some sort. And he'd seen plenty of all
three as he'd padded barefoot, of all things,
through the gym hidden in the industrial area on
the outskirts of town, following the direction the
woman working the punching bag near the reception
desk had given him.
He *hadn't* pictured a room the size of his living
room with mats on the floor and walls... and Lee
in loose cotton pants shadow boxing and whipping
kicks back and forth and generally jumping and
flipping through the air; some kind of deadly
fucking *dance* around the place!
A hungry feeling came stealing as he stared at the
kaleidoscope of flexing, sweat-shinny muscles that
sent Lee's perfect body flying through the room as
though decimating an army. He had enough
self-knowledge and reasoning to take the step back
and fumble the door to the room closed before
stepping forward to the edge of the mats. And
indulging the hell out of himself.
Lee had to be aware of his presence on some level,
too many years in their dangerous line of work for
him to let someone near him like this, but his
tempo hadn't seemed to change. Not a hint of
flaunting appearing, which Barney knew *he'd* have
been hard-pressed to stop himself from doing. No
glance in his audience's direction, his expression
the same focused calm as when Barney had walked
in, the moves as likely to take him far from
Barney as to whip by him; the edge of the mat his
only border. Even when a spin had the tip of Lee's
hand pass what felt like inches from Barney's arm,
close enough that drops of sweat flying off him
spattered on Barney's forearm, he still never
reacted.
Barney wasn't particularly aware of raising the
skin to his lips to lick the salt off, not until
his nose flared at the scent and suddenly he was
aware of the air in the warm-enough to workout
half-naked room beginning to smell of an
exercise-warm body, now that the door was closed.
None of the stress and fear of the field, none of
the smell of iron-filled blood exposed to air, or
blowback or smoke or grease or fuel. Instead there
was the clean smell of fresh sweat born of
satisfying work. He could almost taste Lee's joy,
the blood rushing under his skin to push his body
to new wild moves; shoulders, biceps and forearms
pushing his body from the floor, whipping through
the air in punches that had nothing to do with
western boxing, skin of his back flowing as though
over interlocked pebbles as he flipped and jumped
and twisted in midair.
And his fucking *abs*! Every single move seemed to
make a section twitch, and shift, and Barney could
feel *himself* getting hot, and twitching; the
T-shirt and jeans that had been cool outside, now-
And then Lee stopped. Landed on his feet facing
sideways to Barney from some wild side-kick and
stood still for a moment, breathing hard, eyes
closed and lips just barely curled in obvious
pleasure. Then he shook every limb out one by one
before reaching down for a water bottle and
starting to glug it.
Watching some of the water spill past his lips to
trail into the already wet hair of his chest, the
lust that had been building up in Barney's gut got
too hot to take and he stepped onto the mat,
barely thinking clearly enough to move slow and
nonthreatening until Lee turned to him and smiled
welcome, swallowing the last of the water, "Hey
Barney. What are you-"
Barney pounced.
The side wall was only a couple feet from where
Lee stood and he didn't fight the weight of
Barney's body shoving him into the mat-softened
surface, his hands on Lee's biceps, mouth on
mouth, their teeth clacking on impact, flare of
pain from lips getting pinched.
Before Lee really has time to react, beyond
pitching his empty bottle, Barney's mouth was
trailing down his throat, moaning at the bite of
salt on his tongue, head lost with the scent of
power and pleasure and the man, all saturating his
lungs, his hands moving to try to grip and stroke
at the sweat-slick ripped walls of muscle that
were Lee's sides and back.
”Fuck- Barney! Jesus fuck!!"
Barney had to crouch down slightly to trail his
lips down over pecs still overheated and hard from
exercise and moving with Lee's every panting
breath, hair as weirdly soft as the stuff on his
skull giving every inch of skin the sexy feel of
the man who drove him fucking nuts. Lee finally
seemed to catch up and his arms boxed Barney's
head in more warm skin, fingers driving through
his hair just as he bit at the edge of one of
those wide muscles before moving down to the first
row of abs that had been flexing and twisting to
send Lee's not inconsequential length and weight
into acrobatic feats.
The images flickering in his mind made him slow to
trace every inch, from centre to one side and back
and to the other side of the muscle with his
tongue, as aroused by the strands of hair he felt
under his tongue as by the flexing power of the
blood-hot muscles, his thick fingers coming up to
press and stroke besides his lips, sending the
muscles tensing.
He could hear Lee gasp, sound dimmed by the
forearms tightening on his ears, and Barney could
feel that pleasure on his lips as soft skin
shivered over jerks of the muscles it covered.
He had to drop to his knees, and tug at Lee's hips
to make him widen his stance enough to lower him
an inch, to not miss a single line of skin. The
hands in his hair twitched with the touch at more
sensitive skin and Lee moaned his name, hips
rocking the hard shape tenting his light pants
against the stubble of Barney's throat.
He could actually feel the muscles changing under
his lips now, from workout hard to tensed in
expectation. The rock-solid heat melting to Lee's
usual hard body; warm with need for the pleasure
Barney gave him. Tang of good work-sweat changing
to 'want you' musk.
Still and always the glistening dancing killer
behind his closed lids. Still and always fuelling
bright lust to taste every inch of that power.
The first touch of Barney's desperate breath on
the skin next to Lee's belly button made him gasp
sharply, muscles twitching, "Fuck! Barney!!" The
panting tone didn't translate to the hands on
Barney's head, only to the hips stuttering under
his mouth. The moans that followed sounded so much
like surrender, even as Barney could feel the left
oblique clench under his tongue hard enough to
send 160 pounds of muscle flying through the air
again.
His fingers were shaking and fumbling the tie
holding Lee's pants up as he closed his teeth on
the edge of that hollow at his hip, trying to get
his breathing under control. Lee's nails digging
into his scalp for a second sent distracting
pleasure rippling down his core with a groan, just
as the damn knot finally gave in and he could
scramble the cloth out of his way.
A second to open his eyes and take in the sight of
Lee's hard cock sticking out and twitching a plea
and he dove in, lips more than wet enough with
sweat and spit to slide halfway down. Pulling up
to swipe his tongue at the tip, half trying to
breathe right and half conscious of the sound of
Lee's head hitting the wall. Sliding back down
tight, slower, lower, swallowing and breathing and
feeling Lee's whole body against and in him,
twitching and shivering, Barney's hands on Lee's
sides, feeling the muscles expanding with every
breath, tensing with the slide of Barney's lips.
When he stayed still and slicked his tongue back
and forth over the head, precum biting at his
taste buds instead of sweat, Lee's groans found
broken words, even as he jerked with every swipe,
"Fuck- Please! God- Fuck yes Barney!"
He was sliding down with the first words, knowing
that tone; *wanting* it. Shallow slide, and tight,
tongue trying to lend a hand through the too-quick
move. Close, so close; could feel that every
muscle touching him was hard and unmoving,
reaching for- And then that familiar wordless cry
as jets of heat filled his mouth and the hands in
his hair tightened, holding him tighter for Lee's
hips to jerk freely. And for a few seconds, all he
could do was concentrate on breathing around the
hard shaft taking his mouth, shuddering at the
feel of that need, feeling it echo inside him.
Then Lee's grip loosed and his body slumped back
against the wall and Barney couldn't hold himself
back, swallowing as he let the softened cock slip
from between his lips, feet and thighs pushing him
hard to his feet as he wrenched at his painful
jeans' button and zipper. He gasped at the first
touch of his hand on his swollen cock, other hand
blindly finding the wall next to Lee's shoulder,
eyes fixed on the slick plane of the man's
still-shivering abs, Lee's hands back in his hair
with lazy strokes. All it took was three quick
tugs and he was coming, groaning and whole body
jerking as he stared at the white steaks landing
on that tanned skin shining with his spit.
His breath settling down from the intensity of
Barney's unexpectedly intense appreciation, Lee
couldn't look away from the messy, spiky,
damp-edged hair, his fingers still stroking
through it to make it worse. Just rolled out of
bed look, minus the bed. The skin of the cheek not
dropped on Lee's shoulder glowing and flushed.
Still wearing a T-shirt now damp from contact with
Lee's messy body, body he'd *made* messy in an
unforgettable way. Pants.. barely open, spent cock
hanging out as much as Lee's was. Drowsing and
smiling and fuck if he'd ever seen Barney look so
debauched. Couldn't help leaning his head and
kissing the exposed section of neck, nosing the
old shirt to expose more of the shoulder, almost
able to drop lazy love bites all the way to the
edge of Barney's tats.
Debauched and smiling like there was nowhere else
he wanted to be. "Anybody ever tell you you're
beautiful?"
Barney never budged, just gave a slurred chuckle
that Lee felt breathe on his drying skin, "Nobody
that blind."
He'd have let the laugh slide, but he couldn't
ignore the comment. Had to reply, if only quietly,
too satisfied and lazy to be firm. "Beauty comes
from the heart. Seen through the damn thing. You
*are* beautiful."
After a minute, Barney sighed acquiescence; then,
clumsily wiping his hand on his shirt, he reached
behind Lee's head, move sloppy with tiredness,
"Bloody poet. You know I'm a sucker for that
shit."
Lee chuckled, kissing his ear, chuckling again
when Barney twitched and shivered and let more his
weight find its way on Lee; made his voice as soft
as it got and muttered, "Yeah. I do know." He
could still feel the ghost of Barney's almost
desperate touch on his chest: it was suddenly easy
to speak things aloud he'd thought would never
leave his notebook, even after they found their
way to bed together.
"Knew a man once,
Could shoot faster than anything,
Except my knives." He grinned when Barney couldn't
resist snorting.
"Loved to fly his plane,
Even if she was older than him.
Who cared for his team,
And, more fool him, loved me."
He turned his head to kiss the rising backchat off
of Barney's swollen lips before lifting his head
just enough to whisper the last words,
"Strong enough to lay me out.
Strong enough to let me take him."
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