Tin Man: "A Taste of Honey," Wyatt Cain/Glitch
Title: "A Taste of Honey" ( view my table)
Author: hexeengel, copyright © 2011 S.E.J.
Beta: n/a
Pairing: Wyatt Cain/Glitch
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After finding some honey, Glitch puts it to use
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I gain nothing.
Warnings: Slash
Notes: Cain's POV. Takes place post-series. This is xposted to my fic comm, hexefics.
"Cain! Look what I've found!" Glitch came bursting in from one of his walks through the woods on our property. He laid his handkercheif on the table in front of me, and carefully peeled back the fabric. Inside was a large piece of honeycomb, coated and overflowing with that sticky, golden liquid.
"There's a simply exquisite hive not far from here. And if you light a small fire and fan the smoke at it, the bees fly off and what do you know, we have honey for toast!" I watched him as he spoke, rummaging through the kitchen for a jar. I knew where they were, but I loved watching him move, graceful as the honey was viscous.
"That's great sweetheart," I praised him. "Good job finding that." I leaned over in my chair for a better look; he was on all fours, digging around under the sink. Yes he was very thin, but his ass was round and soft.
To my slight disappointment he stood again, hands on his hips and a pout on his lips. Alright, so maybe I wasn't that disappointed, because he looked absolutely adorable like that. He stomped a foot and scowled, casting his gaze around the room.
"Now where in Gods' names..." His expression changed when he saw the grin on my face. "You know, don't you?" I nodded. "Wyatt Cain, sometimes you're a giant pain in the ass."
"That didn't sound like pain last night sweetheart."
"Don't change the subject! Where are they please?"
I pointed over his head. "In that cupboard behind you. Top shelf."
He sighed. "You would put them there darling, you're taller than I am. Would you bring the honey over here please?"
As he turned and opened the cupboard door, I scooped up the handkercheif and laid it on the counter beside him. He was right, I am taller, and just then felt as though I should help. He was on hip tip-toes, arm fully extended, fingers barely grazing a jar. Standing behind him I reached up, pressing against his body, pinning him to the counter. I chuckled as I set the jar down, as he wiggled his ass against my now obvious erection.
"Well then darling, is that so?"
"Indeed it is Glitch." I purred in his ear, catching his wrist in my hand as he lowered his arm. He shivered and made a sensual humming sound.
"Seeing as that's the case, you may want to back up a pace or two. I have an idea."
My grin got bigger as I released his wrist and took that step back. "You usually do."
"That's because I'm a genuis darling." He'd gotten the comb into the jar, and turned to face me with it still in his hand. His eyes darted to the bulge in my pants then. But before I could move he was on his knees, undoing my belt, the jar on the floor beside him.
When his hand grasped my cock I got even harder. I sucked air in through my teeth as he stroked, achingly slow.
"So beautiful," he muttered, "So perfect." He dragged my clothes down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, leaning back against the table for balance and support. I was so hard my cock was damn near pointed to the ceiling. Glitch took it in his hand again and I moaned.
"I need a taste," he said, and I twitched. "But let's make it interesting, shall we darling?"
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."
He grinned and picked up the honey jar. He tipped it until the glistening nectar began to flow out, drizzling onto my cock. When he was satisfied, he set the jar aside and licked his lips.
"Delectable," he said, as he leaned forward and extended his tongue. He used it to spread the honey all over me, coating me in the thick, sticky mess. And he licked me. And licked me. And licked me, warming the honey and driving me mad.
"Glitch," I growled. "More."
"So impatient Cain," he scolded me. But his breath was ragged and his eyes shining. He wanted it just as badly. I took a fistful of curls.
"More."
He moaned and opened his mouth and took in my solid, throbbing length. He took me deep, sucking hard, making sounds as though he was a starving man enjoying his first meal in days.
His hands locked onto my hips for leverage as he pulled back, the honey putting up resistance and making his lips drag. I moaned loudly and thrust forward, not wating to leave that wet heat. His dark eyes stared up at me, begging for more.
Still holding his hair I pushed forward, over and over, roughly taking his mouth. One hand dropped off my hip to free his own erection, and I watched his arm move in time with my thrusts. And he just. Kept. Looking at me.
And it was suddenly too much. The pressure of his mouth sliding over me, the sounds he made, the way he stroked himself, and those damn beautiful eyes. I felt it building fast and gripped his hair tighter. He squealed and his breath came harder, he knew I was close. The finger of my other hand dug into his shoulder as I cried out.
"Glitch, yes, fuck yes I'm gonna cum!"
And he pushed forward, taking me all the way back into his throat. That did it, I exploded, surrounded by him like that. And he shook as he swallowed, his own orgasm so intense he could hardly contain it.
After a few labored breaths, I helped him stand and pulled him close. He gave me a dreamy sort of smile.
"Thank you darling."
"No, sweetheart, thank you."
He leaned forward to rest his forehead on mine. He still had honey on his lips...and that golden liquid from the beehive as well.
Author: hexeengel, copyright © 2011 S.E.J.
Beta: n/a
Pairing: Wyatt Cain/Glitch
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After finding some honey, Glitch puts it to use
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I gain nothing.
Warnings: Slash
Notes: Cain's POV. Takes place post-series. This is xposted to my fic comm, hexefics.
"Cain! Look what I've found!" Glitch came bursting in from one of his walks through the woods on our property. He laid his handkercheif on the table in front of me, and carefully peeled back the fabric. Inside was a large piece of honeycomb, coated and overflowing with that sticky, golden liquid.
"There's a simply exquisite hive not far from here. And if you light a small fire and fan the smoke at it, the bees fly off and what do you know, we have honey for toast!" I watched him as he spoke, rummaging through the kitchen for a jar. I knew where they were, but I loved watching him move, graceful as the honey was viscous.
"That's great sweetheart," I praised him. "Good job finding that." I leaned over in my chair for a better look; he was on all fours, digging around under the sink. Yes he was very thin, but his ass was round and soft.
To my slight disappointment he stood again, hands on his hips and a pout on his lips. Alright, so maybe I wasn't that disappointed, because he looked absolutely adorable like that. He stomped a foot and scowled, casting his gaze around the room.
"Now where in Gods' names..." His expression changed when he saw the grin on my face. "You know, don't you?" I nodded. "Wyatt Cain, sometimes you're a giant pain in the ass."
"That didn't sound like pain last night sweetheart."
"Don't change the subject! Where are they please?"
I pointed over his head. "In that cupboard behind you. Top shelf."
He sighed. "You would put them there darling, you're taller than I am. Would you bring the honey over here please?"
As he turned and opened the cupboard door, I scooped up the handkercheif and laid it on the counter beside him. He was right, I am taller, and just then felt as though I should help. He was on hip tip-toes, arm fully extended, fingers barely grazing a jar. Standing behind him I reached up, pressing against his body, pinning him to the counter. I chuckled as I set the jar down, as he wiggled his ass against my now obvious erection.
"Well then darling, is that so?"
"Indeed it is Glitch." I purred in his ear, catching his wrist in my hand as he lowered his arm. He shivered and made a sensual humming sound.
"Seeing as that's the case, you may want to back up a pace or two. I have an idea."
My grin got bigger as I released his wrist and took that step back. "You usually do."
"That's because I'm a genuis darling." He'd gotten the comb into the jar, and turned to face me with it still in his hand. His eyes darted to the bulge in my pants then. But before I could move he was on his knees, undoing my belt, the jar on the floor beside him.
When his hand grasped my cock I got even harder. I sucked air in through my teeth as he stroked, achingly slow.
"So beautiful," he muttered, "So perfect." He dragged my clothes down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, leaning back against the table for balance and support. I was so hard my cock was damn near pointed to the ceiling. Glitch took it in his hand again and I moaned.
"I need a taste," he said, and I twitched. "But let's make it interesting, shall we darling?"
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."
He grinned and picked up the honey jar. He tipped it until the glistening nectar began to flow out, drizzling onto my cock. When he was satisfied, he set the jar aside and licked his lips.
"Delectable," he said, as he leaned forward and extended his tongue. He used it to spread the honey all over me, coating me in the thick, sticky mess. And he licked me. And licked me. And licked me, warming the honey and driving me mad.
"Glitch," I growled. "More."
"So impatient Cain," he scolded me. But his breath was ragged and his eyes shining. He wanted it just as badly. I took a fistful of curls.
"More."
He moaned and opened his mouth and took in my solid, throbbing length. He took me deep, sucking hard, making sounds as though he was a starving man enjoying his first meal in days.
His hands locked onto my hips for leverage as he pulled back, the honey putting up resistance and making his lips drag. I moaned loudly and thrust forward, not wating to leave that wet heat. His dark eyes stared up at me, begging for more.
Still holding his hair I pushed forward, over and over, roughly taking his mouth. One hand dropped off my hip to free his own erection, and I watched his arm move in time with my thrusts. And he just. Kept. Looking at me.
And it was suddenly too much. The pressure of his mouth sliding over me, the sounds he made, the way he stroked himself, and those damn beautiful eyes. I felt it building fast and gripped his hair tighter. He squealed and his breath came harder, he knew I was close. The finger of my other hand dug into his shoulder as I cried out.
"Glitch, yes, fuck yes I'm gonna cum!"
And he pushed forward, taking me all the way back into his throat. That did it, I exploded, surrounded by him like that. And he shook as he swallowed, his own orgasm so intense he could hardly contain it.
After a few labored breaths, I helped him stand and pulled him close. He gave me a dreamy sort of smile.
"Thank you darling."
"No, sweetheart, thank you."
He leaned forward to rest his forehead on mine. He still had honey on his lips...and that golden liquid from the beehive as well.