What happened?
Author: wanderingsmith
nov 11, 2014
Summary: Plot??? WTF is that?
This? This is a smutty scene.
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: For Gadhar.
.....you know, now I think of it.. not so sure it
even qualifies as Explicit in my mind (though safest
for here, of course...)
so yeah, it appeared in my mind as The Morning After
Gadhar's
What would happen...but I never got around to
asking for permish to link into the universe, esp
with shifting the positions some, so.. -shrug- it
works as any of the other worlds where they finally
banged each other the night before
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and he'd
had a solid gym session first thing this morning. Caesar
was whistling cheerfully as he strode into the hangar.
So his brows flew up in surprise when he caught sight of
the area around the plane, "How the hell come all this
shit's still out..." But then he hurried to where he saw
his friends standing near Barney's bike with coffees,
checking on both Barney and Christmas to be sure they
were ok, "Did you have to take Christmas to-"
By then he was close enough to recognize the look Barney
was turning on Christmas as his 'told you so' glare.
Before Caesar could ask what the fuck, Christmas just
winked at Caesar before throwing Barney a smirk and
strutting toward the nearest pile of gear that Caesar
had expected them to have dealt with last night.
Caesar stared at him, wondering what the fuck he'd
missed to get the brit, that had been roughed up in that
last little spat bugging out of Bucharest, moving like
Caesar's favourite dance partner after a good lambada.
Giving up the weird question, he turned to Barney.
..Only to catch him still ...STARE-ing at Christmas'
retreating figure.... *intensely*.
Then, Caesar's eyes widened. OH! ..Well shit, they
coulda just *said*!
----
It was amazing how just a day could change your
perspective. Yesterday morning, watching Barney
cheerfully prep the plane for the flight home had been
nice, in that Barney happy always made Lee a little
happier; but it'd been a lonely nice. One actually
*more* frustrating for Barney's relaxed ease. Bloody man
was hard enough on Lee's self control when he was tense
from an op. But when he was happy?
Faint smirk permanently crimping lips into fucking
tempting ground zero for a solid kiss to make 'em as
swollen as a fight got 'em. Only without the pain. Voice
all lilty and teasing and warm through the gravel,
dancing down Lee's nerves like beer on a sweltering
bayou day. Swaggering like he was advertising in the
fucking Quartier Rouge. Whole body loose and flowing
like he *wanted*.... Well, until less than 24 hours ago,
Lee'd been sure what he wanted was a world away from
what Lee wanted. Or could offer.
Today? Today Lee fucking OWNED that swagger. And the
smoky promise in that voice. And he didn't have to be
frustrated, didn't have to contend himself with
fantasies and plans for his hand.
Well... he could think of things to do with his hand. He
smirked as he crowded Barney against the partition
separating the cockpit from the hold, snugging his
crotch to the tight ass covered in tighter jeans. Nosing
at Barney's nape, exposed as the man dropped his head to
groan with frustrated annoyance, "Christ, didn't you get
enough last night?"
Lee changed the nuzzling to a soft kiss, his hands
randomly feeling up the muscles stretching Barney's tee,
his hyper cheer mellowing into something he thought
might be contentment. "Never gonna have enough of you."
"Damn it, Lee," the lack of heat in the words was as
clear as Barney's lack of actual physical resistance to
Lee's molesting, even if he'd gone back to reaching for
the supplies to add to the med kit, "We already got in
trouble once today. You had enough last night to at
least keep a man happy while we work, just get a gr-
think of the Arctic for fuck's sake."
Lee stared at the ear that innocently turned into his
sight when Barney reached up to the open white box on
the wall, tuning out the half-rant now about the others
being here and they had shit to do and Lee was
interfering... As soon as the pale line nestled in dark
hairs stopped moving for a second, he gave into
temptation and gave the top of the earlobe a sharp suck.
The full body twitch Barney gave was imminently
satisfying.
"You *bastard*!"
Lee gave a short laugh at the sharp exclamation,
distantly aware the noise from the hangar seemed to have
faded. Nibbling more, now, and feeling a tingle of
arousal start up when he felt Barney shiver his way to
leaning back into him; *letting* himself lean, god!
Rocking his hips against Barney's ass and deliberately
growling low, "Any chance I can make you come in your
pants?"
"*Every* chance," Barney was trying to be fierce but the
words were only a jerky exhale. "Cut it out." God! That
would have practically been breathy if his voice hadn't
been so ground up by smoke and injuries; definitely as
weak as his arms pretending to try to pull Lee's hands
off his chest and hip, now.
Lee ignored him, of course, and instead nibbled the
curled-up rim, breathing on his target, wondering at the
response he'd get.
"Fuck Lee, the guys are just on the other side of the
hatch!"
Following that slightly louder than conversational
snarl, they heard Toll's voice ring out with forced
casualness, "Come on guys, early lunch, I'm buyin'!"
Barney turned his head under Lee's frozen lips and they
just looked at each other as Caesar quickly agreed and
they both browbeat a confused Gunner to follow.
When the sound of their footsteps faded, Barney turned
back and repeatedly knocked his forehead gently against
the wall, grimacing.
Signing through his own grimace, Lee leaned in to the
side, mood gentling, "Hey," he dropped a kiss on the
edge of Barney's cheekbone, "They," kiss "Approve."
kiss.
Barney just groaned and turned around in Lee's loosened
hold to give him his usual 'behave' look, but his voice
had a worried edge, "Fuck, Lee we have to fucking be
able *focus*."
Lee just snorted, stepping forward until Barney let
himself rest against a reasonably clear section of wall
with Lee against him, and giving him a serious look:
hell if he was giving this up now! Hell if he believed
either of them could help combusting now that they knew
what it felt like to melt into each other all night
long. "This is not a mission. Not even prep for one.
This is all of us chilling down, at home, safe. You know
damn well we'd *both* be different in the field." He
chose to interpret Barney's grimace as acknowledgement
of his brilliance and moved on to more important things,
"And you don't have to hold me against the wall," he
leaned in to whisper in the ear still wet from his
teasing "You let me hold *you* up and just feel."
He was half expecting more arguments about the locale,
but all he got was one of Barney's hands coming up to
grip his waist. And even a bit of happy lilt and smoke
coming back to that voice. "*You*'re the one that's
running hot."
Grin slowly growing against Barney's cheek, he dropped a
hand to the zipper of his lover's pants, "Not the only
one. And I'll make do with thinking about fucking you
when we get home." There was silence for a minute there,
but Lee didn't let it bother him: he'd felt the
half-hard flesh under his palm twitch and stiffen in his
hand. No matter how good it'd felt to have Barney fuck
him blind, there were days his fantasies had been to
slide into all that power and drive the self-controlled
bastard crazy with pleasure: he'd rather not give that
up. Not unless the price was too high.
Barney finally gave up the unsurprising fight with
himself and relaxed back against the wall, letting Lee
grip a thigh between both of his and catch his weight,
giving a growly sigh to match the exasperation drowning
under a growing heated challenge, "Hell yes."
And Lee felt his eyes brighten at the confirmation,
diving forward for a long, deep kiss. He finally pulled
out, ignoring Barney's aborted follow, sliding back to
that ear, "Can I really make you come with just this?"
Hard to imagine Barney so sensitive...
Oh man, that shudder! He'd barely touched the lobe with
his lip!
Heavy hands jerked up to grip Lee's loose shirt over his
chest, "Fucking *feels* like it!"
Lee slowed, part wanting to ask; 99% knowing he couldn't
start down that road. Forcibly shifting the thought away
and instead focusing on some recon to see just what he
could make happen with the tip of his tongue. He should
have known Barney would read his mind.
"Never.. would have trusted someone to.. let them watch
me that... out of it."
Aw shit. Lee's eyes slammed shut on a burst of
too-intense feeling; head lowering, lips losing their
target on a shuddering breath that came from deep. "Love
you."
Barney huffed a silent disbelieving laugh, "Yeah, don't
quite get why." One of his hands loosed its grip and
lifted to curve around Lee's skull as he whispered more
fiercely, "But I'll take it. Love you too much to keep
holding off."
Rolling his eyes, Lee ignored the jibe Barney seemed to
take at himself more often when they were alone: he'd
fight that side of the man to the end of his days.. just
not right this second. It was enough that his friend
accepted reality. He got back to his planned assault,
both hands hooked on Barney's belt, determined to get
Barney so riled he couldn't talk anymore.
The fact that all it took was a lingering kiss to the
top rim to have him tense in his arm, and that Barney
was actually willingly, knowingly, letting it happen,
was a fucking glorious feeling. Fair evening of the
score for Barney making him beg for something they both
wanted yesterday.
It'd been a while since he'd had the.. patience, or..
mood, to take the slow time with himself, or a partner.
Had to go easy, small and careful touches, he remembered
that; you couldn't hurry it, had to stay teasing a nerve
at a time. Force attention to lock on that one spot and
then wonder where it would move next; trusting and
defenceless. Oh yeah, he wanted to give that feeling to
Barney.
His eyes closed as he shifted to a different spot to
kiss, the better for the rest of his senses to wake up.
Sharp exhale from his lover clear in the silent space.
Warm air, thick with the metal and grease and cigar
smoke smell of Barney's plane, with its underlay of
sweat and blood and gunpowder. Barney's thick leather
belt and stiff new jeans, hard muscles tense and
twitching where he touched shirt instead. Heat coming
through the man's t-shirt to soak into Lee's chest where
they pressed together.
Barney couldn't quite believe how fast he was losing it.
Lee'd barely fucking *touched* him and he could feel
tension pooling in his gut! It wasn't the first time a
lover had found his damned ears, but he'd always shoved
them away from the too-strong response. And he'd never
thought to play with 'em himse-
Fuck! Even knowing, expecting, he still had to clench
his jaw; and he still fucking heard himself give some
small noise. Fuck. It was just lips doing nothing more
than TOUCH his fucking EAR!
The shake in his chest should have been fear, or
discomfort, at being so helpless, but Lee- this time
there was no denying that that noise was part of a
choked-off whimper. But Lee never commented, never
smiled, just held Barney steady against the wall and
kept working to drive him crazy until Barney couldn't
think about what he should feel letting someone watch
and listen to him so obviously under their power.
All he felt was the hyper-aware nerves all waiting for
that blazing heat to move. Lust for it while fearing it.
Wanting to turn his head and bite: taste Lee's skin on
his tongue. But unwilling to disturb the source of the
damn need twisting through him.
And it didn't take long before he'd given up holding
back the noises, needing his mouth open to pant, his
clenched teeth cutting the noises into pieces of
whimpers at the back of his throat. There was no other
contact than the tickling, burning, nerve-wracking heat
torturing his ear; his too fucking tight jeans too
steady a pressure on his fucking aching cock to get him
over, Lee's thigh carefully not near his crotch. And he
fucking *needed*! But *getting* meant giving up the
promise of what was growing inside him...
He couldn't help but rock his hips at least; almost
able, if he really focused -in the seconds between new
touches stabbing every iota of his fucking attention-,
to make himself imagine those long, scarred, calloused
fingers coming to wrap around him instead of some
fraction of movement against damp material being his
only reward.
He was shivering almost constantly, now, tension
building up until his whole body was clenched up to
fight the shots of pleasure zapping into the glow in his
belly, too much too strong too sharp, too *much*;
fighting back every clench, every twitch making him
flinch. Each time knowing it was a little closer, a
little more, a little stronger.
To hear Barney's gravelly, confident voice in a moan
broken by pants, his name ground into it here and there,
soaked in need and sex, it was all Lee could do to stick
to his pace. His own breath starting to pant with the
tension tightening through him. Every piece of a cry,
every second of a moan went through him like a physical
touch. Feeling fingers clenched in his shirt, hard and
tight as though the man needed an anchor to keep from
flying apart.
He could feel himself throbbing with every shudder under
his lips and fingers; skating breathless on the edge of
a cliff. And with one more cry of his name, he had to
pull back, had to let some of that feeling of pure
desire out, lips over his target so he could fool
himself that he was sticking to plan, "Fuck, you don't
know how beautiful you are! You felt so good last night.
So hard. So deep inside me. Want to make you feel that
good!"
The loss of the brand on his ear was a shock, unthinking
panic for the second before Lee's rough voice replaced
it, shifting air currents on impossibly sensitive skin
sending more zaps of hard need into his belly. Then the
fucking *words* slicked through his mind and he felt the
tidal wave of pleasure start to rise in his belly and
low back, spreading to his groin and arrowing for his
balls, and then it was too much and he knew it was
coming and it would be so hard so much, but he couldn't
stop it. Didn't really *want* to stop it!
Body arched tight against impact, breath jammed in his
chest, hands white-knuckled in their anchor. And then it
hit, and for long moments there was nothing but
pleasure-pain everywhere.
When Barney's painful tension suddenly snapped and he
cried out, rough voice almost as loud as a scream,
echoing in the metal plane and empty hangar, body
convulsing with the backlash of release, Lee could feel
half his own body almost tingling with the need to come,
feel it fucking *thrum* sharply with the sound of
Barney's voice so ecstatic. Fuck there was no way- the
rest of the day would be impossible HELL if he didn't-
Then Barney's knees folded and Lee shoved him against
the wall with his body, including his waist; and the
resulting touch, let along hard pressure, on his cock
was more than enough to push him over the edge of the
cloud and into orgasm, moaning low and long into
Barney's neck with the sudden release.
When Lee finally stopped shivering, Barney's slurred
voice, sounding half-asleep and wholly satisfied,
muttered, too damn near his ear for his current state,
"Did you seriously just come without any fucking touch?"
And Lee huffed a laugh, grinning unashamedly, "Pretty
close, yeah."
"How the hell can you be so horny at your age?"
One last shudder wracking him, Lee sighed in
satisfaction and slowly got his muscles to report in as
he teased, licking a salty stripe from Barney's collar
to his ear, "Your fault."
His strength back online, he shifted, keeping up the
full-body press but tilting his head in to kiss the
drowsing man in his arms, slow and deep and soft. Wet
pants were bearable enough to wait, putting gear away
could wait. No reason in the world not to get lost in
each other and let the pleasure high seep through them
as slow as it wanted.
Eventually, it was Lee's phone that broke the peace by
buzzing, and they pulled apart slightly, Barney's eyes
opening and waking to laugh at him, "You need to get
that, Christmas?"
Lee rolled his eyes, ”Just 'cause *you* hate carrying
one around doesn't mean it isn't useful, sometimes; *I*
have no interest in hurrying to pick up a receiver,
right now...” He reached one hand down to his pocket
without otherwise budging, his fingers casually
squeezing the release to flip the top. "From Tool. 'Your
team's hiding out at my shop.'" He snorted, giving
Barney a wry look, "*My* team?? Didn't realize I'd have
to adopt your kids."
Barney just shook his head, smirk in place, though the
eyes were too soft for the leader of the Expendables,
"Maybe we *should* take a honeymoon, at least until you
settle down. Be easier on the guys at least."
And Lee grinned, ignoring the poke at his libido, "Wanna
go for matching ear cuffs instead of rings?"
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