Savile
Author: wanderingsmith
jan 5, 2016
Summary: Most days, Barney loved
watching Christmas pitching one of his
tantrums.
It was a little harder to enjoy when Barney
had to keep jerking his eyes away from their
unconscious drag over his body. And the damn
beautifully fitted suit they'd gotten him
rigged with for this damn job.
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..
-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-
Most days, Barney loved watching Christmas
pitching one of his tantrums. Some utterly twisted
part of him enjoying the names the brit found to
call him for whatever latest thing he'd done
that'd annoyed him. A far less twisted, and more
predictable, part of him simply loving the way he
put his whole heart into the rant; expressions
flowing across his face, and his whole body
animated.
It was a little harder to enjoy when Barney had to
keep jerking his eyes away from their unconscious
drag over his body. And the damn beautifully
fitted suit they'd gotten him rigged with for this
damn job.
"For fuck's sake, Christmas. The only invite we
got our hands on was for some British lord. Can
you see any of the rest of us passing for
British??"
"You could have tried fucking harder!" still
glaring hard enough to singe anyone less
burn-proof than Barney, Lee plucked at the satiny
trim of the black suit jacket, "You fucking know
how much I HATE monkey suits??"
Barney snorted, "Hell yeah, I know. You whined
about it for *years* last time. I'm hardly likely
to forget!" Whined and ranted and fussed enough
that Barney'd promised he'd only ever go that
route if it was a last resort. "Just get in there
and use that damn supposed charm of yours and find
where the damn safe is so we can all go home."
With a last glare and snarl, Christmas finally
turned to climb out of the surveillance van and
headed for the brightly lit mansion in the middle
of Amsterdam's old downtown.
Toll's cleared throat behind him jerked Barney out
of watching the way the jacket shifted over Lee's
shoulders as he stretched and twitched his way
across the street. Fuck! Not good.
Luckily Toll kept his comment to a raised brow and
smirk, Thorn was already focused on hacking the
system, and Gunner had put on some audio book back
when Lee'd starting snarling that the suit was
trying to strangle him.
"He's in. I've got the security camera feed."
It took Lee two hours of schmoozing to figure out
where the hidden safe was and get the damn USB
stick out of it. Two hours with Barney's eyes
glued to that screen, half because it drove him
nuts not to be there to back him up in person, but
mostly because he couldn't look away from the
absolutely beautiful way that suit flowed over his
body. He fucking *tried* not to shift in his seat,
but by the end, even Gunner was giving him dry,
knowing looks, and he was wondering how he was
going to stand up.
Lucky for him, the alarm went off with Christmas
still inside and the hard-on vanished as they all
scrambled plan B into place. By the time they got
Lee away from the Russian mafia, he'd forgotten
the problem; focused on getting rid of the chase
and then getting them discretely into their hotel.
He remembered with a blast when Lee stood nose to
nose with him in the elevator, waft of heated,
cologned skin coming out of his opened, sweat-damp
collar to whirl around Barney as Lee ranted and
waved his arms; and then looped his tie around
Barney's neck.
"I am *never* wearing one of these again! I just
about strangled myself jumping out that bloody
window! Not to mention the bastard that tried to
use it to break my fucking neck! *You* wear the
fucking tux next time. You can mumble a fake
British accent just as good as you mumble
American."
Barney just rolled his eyes, trying not to breathe
too obviously deep as the arousal that'd faded to
an unnoticed tingle flared back to life. "That's
real nice, Christmas. Such reassuring words from a
friend. Come on, the doors just opened and you
smell like you need to get in your shower."
Lee snorted as he stepped back and through the
door readily enough, "I smell like daisies."
"Daisies," Barney forced a smirk, following him
out into the silent hallway, "If that's what you
were going for, you spritzed from the wrong
bottle." The scent coming off that fucking tie
around his head was anything but daisies. Was
*Lee*, through and through. Strong and spicy and
musky and-
Shit! Thank god Lee wasn't looking down.
"Says the guy who constantly reeks of smoke."
Barney shoved Lee toward the next door over from
his, "You love my cigars; only reason you don't
snitch 'em is you're pretending to be a health
freak so Toll leaves you alone," getting his door
open, he raised a hand when Lee went to reply
again, "Just get the fuck in your room,
Christmas."
He just had time to see the tongue Lee stuck out
at him as his door closed.
And Barney stood still in his dim room, looking
for control.
The first breath, full of Lee's sweat and cologne
from that damn tie, convinced him it was a
completely wasted effort. He just swore under his
breath and threw himself backwards on the bed,
hands diving for his jean zipper, shielding his
twitching cock from the teeth as he undid the way
too fucking tight, now, pants. Finally free, he
moaned, relief and frustration and *fuck* the man
drove him crazy!
"Hell. Daisies. Bastard." He grabbed the damn tie,
small reasonable part of him thinking he should
rip it off and throw it across the room.
Instead, he pulled it up to his nose, moaning
again as the scent soaked through his hyper-aware
senses. His eyes dropped close as the image of Lee
strutting around in that fucking suit filled his
mind. His fist slipped down to wrap around his
cock to the memory of Lee's eyes, bright with
fire, slick skin of his throat open and inviting
Barney to lean in to breathe him in, to see if he
fucking *tasted* as good as he smelled. Fuck he
could probably get off without even the fist he
had stripping his cock! Fuck, the sound of Lee's
voice after his run through the explosion-filled
night, out of breath and still managing to rant-
He didn't hear the connecting door open.
Lee tugged at his sleeve again as the door swung
open, growling in frustration, "Barney, undo these
damn-"
Looking up to aim his snarl at the man responsible
for his imprisonment, he froze at the sight that
met his eyes.
The first response, to walk the fuck back out and
leave Barney his privacy, not to mention find some
himself, now, came to a screeching halt when he
recognized the tie across the man's
backward-tilted face.
*His* tie. As soaked in his sweat, and *not
daisies*, as the collar of this fucking shirt,
and- Christfuckingchristgnnnhh-
He was barely aware of Barney staring into his
eyes in some sort of shock, less aware of somehow
covering the few feet to the bed.
Until he was straddling Barney's thighs on the
bouncing bed, the stiffness of those legs dragging
his gaze, from Barney's wide, pitch black pupils,
down. And he could feel his senses flaring with
awareness. Cigar and dirty fire smoke. Heavy
breathing. *Both* of them were fucking sweaty.
That damn cologne.
Sharp scent of sex.
Barney's familiar thick, nicked and bleeding hand,
stilled, wrapped tight around his stiff cock, tip
slick and glistening in the dim light of the
entryway and begging- Lee wrapped his hand slowly
around that damp grip, hearing his breathing get
louder, then pulled Barney's hand off, grabbing
the other off its white-knuckled grip on his
thigh. Rising his eyes to Barney's, trying to
glare but feeling his eyes too wide, he laid the
one hand on his cuff and reluctantly let go the
other to move his wrist against it. His voice came
out as raspy as Barney's, "Undo these fucking
things or I'm taking a knife to them."
Still looking dazed, and fuck if that cock didn't
stay solidly stiff between them, Barney looked
down and wordlessly undid the cuff links Lee'd
hated on sight. When the first cuff was free, he
jerkily presented the other to be freed, eyes
drawn to that shiny tie cutting across Barney's
nose and lips like some 80s jungle movie
camouflage grease.
The second he had his hands, he ignored Barney's
offer of the fucking things, diving for his damn
slacks' now restrictive buttons. Barney's hands
fell out of his sight and Lee glanced up as he
breathed out in relief, catching that gaze locking
on his crotch as Barney's lips parted.
Feeling the hips next to his knees flex, Lee
leaned forward, grinning when Barney suddenly
jerked his eyes back up to meet Lee's. Without a
word, he didn't wait to hear what Barney looked
like he was about to say.
He carefully raised that tie, and then laid it
neatly across Barney's eyes, nodding in
satisfaction as his mouth dropped open without
delivering whatever its planned speech had been.
He straightened long enough to find Barney's
hands, and then pushed them to the bed next to his
shoulders as Lee lowered himself on top of him,
lining their cocks up side by side.
And then it was all friction and heat, his blood
rushing under his skin, fresh sweat breaking out
under the damned suit; and under Barney's layers
of shirt and sweater and sleeveless vest. Sweat
and other liquid where they were grinding
together. Barney's breath running away fast, his
head turning into the open collar of Lee's shirt,
undeniably breathing him in; undeniably fucking
moaning, and Lee could *feel* him swelling against
his abs and jerkily rotated his shoulder to give
Barney more access, rocking his hips just a little
harder and faster. Wanting to watch Barney's face,
but feeling himself wanted that bad turning his
crank too much to resist inciting it.
And then he felt the body under him jerk hard, and
a rush of wet warmth between them as Barney
groaned, teeth closing briefly on Lee's neck.
His turn to groan with need, rocking faster
against Barney's slicked abs, turning his head to
pant against his ear, "You *could*'ve fucking
*said* something!"
Still catching his breath, Barney huffed a snort
in return, "Are you fucking nuts?"
"Was *getting* th-" he broke off with a groan when
Barney tensed his stomach and ground back against
him, dragging him that much closer.
"Wouldn't risk losing you outa my life."
"Moron. Fuck- Fuck so close-"
"Let go, Lee, come on," he started shaking at the
low gravel growled against the sensitive skin
under his ear, "Wanna feel you give it up. Slick
me up until that fancy suit's covered with *both*
of-"
He was coming before he even felt the teeth pinch
his earlobe.
----
Since Barney wasn't complaining, for once, about
his weight or anything else, Lee didn't bother
moving, even once he'd caught his breath. Now that
they were both cooling down, it was nice to just
lay on the easy rise and fall of Barney's chest
and listen to the steady pound of his heart under
Lee's ear. Their hands still clasped loosely,
fingers twitching and vaguely stroking. He teased
vaguely, "I'd a' cut the links off and just paid
for it if I'd known you were gonna cover the damn
suit with spunk."
"Nothing dry cleaning can't fix."
Lee chuckled at that lazy, satisfied growl, "Girls
at the kiosk'll give you some nasty looks."
"Worth it."
It took a few seconds for that to register, then
Lee almost sat up to rant him out. Instead, he
stayed where he was to snarl, "If you think I'm
wearing this fucking thing again-"
Barney's hips rocking slow up against his
interrupted his chain of thought even before the
images Barney's almost cajoling tone brought up,
"Not even just for me?"
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