Fics: TBBT Kink Meme
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From TBBT Kink Meme thread.
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Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3, 168
Prompt from ANON: Sheldon's sick and Leonard ends up having to take care of him, one thing leads to another and ;D
“So how is Sheldon doing?” Raj inquired over the video game racket.
“I think the better question is how is Leonard doing?” Howard muttered darkly. The two were unfortunately familiar with Sheldon’s habits when he was sick. If strangers thought the tall physicist was weird and demanding when he was in relatively normal health, they should see him when he was sick!
Leonard smiled slightly; it was the first time he had done so in the past two days while his idiosyncratic roommate was still awake. Somehow, having his two other friends over for a round of video gaming gave him a much needed mental break. It was nice to talk to someone whose brain hadn’t sailed away from Sane Island. Or perhaps it was the act of stabbing digital characters that calmed him so much. Eh, either way.
“He’s still got a fever, but the mucus output is slowing down,” Leonard replied, sounding happy about the latter fact. “And I’m handling it fine, thanks for asking. But… it’s almost time for his bath,” Leonard added, glancing down at his watch.
“Ohhh… I need to get home now,” Howard quickly spoke up, jumping to his feet. The engineer didn’t bother to pause the game, and missed Raj beheading his character as he streaked for the door. No way in hell he was getting roped into helping Sheldon bathe. Snorting, Leonard watched Howard’s retreat in amusement, eyeing his remaining friend.
“Hey, um…Raj? Wasn’t Howard your ride home?” Leonard questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, shit! Wait for meeee,” Raj called out, beating a similar path out of the apartment. With a soft sigh, Leonard shut the game off and started off towards his roommate’s door. To his surprise, Sheldon was already up and leaning heavily against the wall outside the bathroom. Unshaved and disheveled, Sheldon was a pitiful sight to behold, his lithe fingers clutching a blanket tightly around his frame. His nose was red from blowing his nose constantly, and his eyes, usually wide with condensation, were half-lidded in sleepiness.
“Hey buddy… how long have you been waiting?” In spite of all Sheldon’s demands for homemade soup, chest rubbings, and constant attention, Leonard couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for his friend. It was never fun being sick. Of course, if he got half the attention Sheldon received, Leonard might be inclined to enjoy it more… but no matter.
“Mmm… about…fordy-fide seconds. I could’t sleep,” Sheldon explained with a sniffle.
“Ah, well… let’s get your bath running.” Leonard stepped inside the bathroom and pulled the shower curtains aside, stopping the drain and flipping the water on. Normally Sheldon took showers, but the (whiny) big kid insisted on taking baths when he was sick because he did not have his normal strength to stand up. A load of crap in Leonard’s eyes, but he honored his friend’s request.
Leonard’s next stop was the hall closet, pulling out a matching towel and washcloth. Tucking those under his arm, the shorter physicist ventured into the sick bay, er… Sheldon’s room and rooted around in his drawer for his Friday pajamas. The last object for his quest was a clean pair of briefs, which he fished out of the drawer next to the pajama section. Wondering if all roommates knew each other’s underwear drawers, Leonard made his way back to the bathroom.
“Here you go,” he announced, separating his bounty on the countertop. Towel first, nearest to the shower. Washcloth on the side of the tub. Underwear next to the towel with sufficient distant as not to get wet from dripping appendages. Pajama shirt next to underwear, then the pants. Robe hung on the back of the door. God, he had been living with Sheldon too long.
Reaching out to tap the water off, Leonard stuck a hand down in the tub to test the temperature. Satisfied that it was warm enough, Leonard turned back to face Sheldon, holding out his dry hand.
“Water’s good. Give me the blanket and I’ll wash it while you bathe,” Leonard coaxed. He had no such intentions; he had stockpiled on clean linens from the very first sign of Sheldon’s sickness. It was much easier to just hand Sheldon a germ-free blanket after each bath than to try and fight the laundry machines every day.
Reluctantly, Sheldon loosened his grip on the blanket. “Leonard…”
“Yeah, buddy?” Leonard tugged on the blanket impatiently.
“By fever’s increased by a full degree. Combined with by lack of sabisfactory sleep, I’m (sniff) afraid the strength and attention required for de looming task is too much for me ad de moment,” Sheldon stated with as much authority as one who is stopped up with Tylenol possibly could.
“You’ll be fine, Sheldon. I told you, you’re not going to drown in the bathtub,” Leonard counteracted. The shorter physicist finally managed to wrestle the blanket away from the other man, but Sheldon only looked more pathetic and awkward standing there by the tub.
“Would gou help me?” Sheldon asked. There was no shame or hesitation in his voice; after all, it was simply a request from one friend to another.
“You want me to… bathe you?” Leonard squeaked slightly, staring up at his friend in disbelief. Surely he had heard wrong. What sounded like ‘help’? Held. No, that wasn’t right either.
With a deep breath, Leonard nodded in reply, although he avoided Sheldon’s gaze as he folded up the blanket and then tossed it out in the hall. “Fine. Get in. God, this is at least a tier three friendship request,” Leonard breathed. This had the distinct possibility of not going well; Leonard hoped he wouldn’t be forced to admit something he was not ready to tell Sheldon quite yet.
With painfully slow movements, Sheldon pulled his shirt over his head, the sudden coolness to his skin causing him to shiver. One sharp tug brought his pajama bottoms down, and his underwear quickly followed. Carefully stepping out of the pool of fabric around his feet, Sheldon climbed into the tub. It took a minute for the tall scientist to get situated, having to sit at the very back in order to stretch his legs out. The warm water was welcomed relief from the cold. Turning his head to the side, Sheldon watched as Leonard kneeled by the tub, washcloth in hand. Leonard had lost his jacket and rolled up his sleeves in preparation.
“Back first,” Sheldon instructed, but Leonard gave him a Look. Pondering on what he could have done to earn him that look, Sheldon twitched in surprise as warm water cascaded down his back. As Leonard began to rub his back in soothing circles, Sheldon closed his eyes, rather enjoying the sensation.
“You are so bossy,” Leonard remarked without malice, continuing to scrub downwards. He had never bathed anyone else, so he was secretly glad for his friend’s guidance. At least if Sheldon complained he wasn’t doing it right, Leonard could blame him!
“I wouldn’t have to be if gou weren’t so inept,” Sheldon shot back lazily. Leonard’s hand swept across his hip and started up his side, lightly tracing his ribs. Gently grasping Sheldon’s arm with his free hand, Leonard lifted it away from his side, allowing him to wash an armpit and then the underside of the appendage. As he made his soapy way down the left arm, Leonard noticed a strange twitching movement coming from Sheldon’s fingers. Gently soaping Sheldon’s palm, Leonard watched the movements curiously, lightly pressing the washcloth against the tips of the digits.
“Sheldon, are you really ok with this? You seem… really nervous,” Leonard asked. “I know you aren’t fond of being touched…Do you want me to leave you alone?”
“No!” Sheldon protested, much to his friend’s surprise. “The situation is not unpleasant. It’s just taking some minimal adjusting, which is evolutionary.”
Snorting, Leonard released Sheldon’s arm. “Personal hygiene is evolutionary. Taking a bath with someone else? I don’t see how that is beneficial in the long run.”
Sheldon ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at his friend with more intensity than Leonard thought required.
“Other side,” came Sheldon’s only response. Sheldon did little to help Leonard access his right side, refusing to twist, turn, or otherwise budge from his spot. In the end, Leonard had to stand up, awkwardly sprawling across the tub in order to wash what Leonard dubbed ‘not Sheldon’s best side’. Leonard was almost sneezed on twice, but luckily Sheldon diverted the flow into a soggy piece of toilet paper.
“There has GOT to be an easier way to do this,” Leonard muttered as he reclined back on steady ground before dropping to his knees again.
“Front, then hair… hurry up, I’m gedding sleepy…” Sheldon murmured, eyes flickering closed. That wasn’t the only thing Sheldon was ‘gedding,’ Leonard realized as he happened to glance down. Sheldon’s cock was half-aroused, growing harder as Leonard made his way down Sheldon’s chest and abdomen. Ignoring the erection, the soapy fabric dove between the legs, lathering up the inside of a thigh. All the while, Leonard watched Sheldon’s face carefully, but the scientist did not betray any sense of pleasure or repulsion. Deciding to test the waters, so to speak, Leonard dragged the cloth back up to the other man’s chest. Brushing the pad of his thumb over a nipple, Leonard teased the teat until it was a taunt bud. Sheldon squirmed at the attention and rested his head against the shower wall.
“Gou missed a spot,” Sheldon remarked. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense Leonard’s gaze. There was a pause, and then Sheldon heard the splash of water before Leonard’s grip on his cock registered. He could feel Leonard’s firm grip through the cloth, but one bare digit swept across the head of his length, collecting drops of pre-cum as it went.
Sheldon made one soft, appreciative noise in the back of his throat, but that was enough for Leonard. Abandoning the washcloth for bare hands, Leonard wrapped his fingers around Sheldon’s cock and began to pump. The water in the tub rolled in rhythmic waves as the physicist’s hand quickly moved up and down Sheldon’s length.
“Leonnnard….” Sheldon whined. Fighting instinct to thrust his hips, he silently pleaded for Leonard to go faster. His breathing was erratic, and soft moans came at ever increasing intervals.
“You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” Leonard asked. “Even when you’re sick, you are still an evil mastermind, just plotting and scheming…”
Sheldon smiled, a small little grin that Leonard had never seen in all the years he had known his roommate, but in the next instant it was gone, replaced by an open-mouth cry as orgasm hit him. Even as Sheldon’s seed spilled on his hand and in the water, Leonard continued to stroke, wringing every last drop of semen out of his friend.
“Feels good, eh?” Leonard smirked, then started in surprise as Sheldon’s frame wavered then pitched forwards.
“Sheldon? Sheldon! Oh, damn…”
Hours later…
“Sheldon… Sheldon, wake up…”
Groaning softly, the physicist stirred groggily as Leonard’s insistent voice rang in his ears. Eyes flickering open, they stared blearily at their familiar surroundings. That was odd, Sheldon reflected. He didn’t remember getting into bed. Also, exactly where was his pajama top?
“Oh, good… you’re finally awake. I need to take your temperature,” Leonard announced.
Struggling to sit up, two observations hit the scientist immediately. First, it was noted that he wasn’t wearing a pajama bottom either. Or underwear. In fact, the only article of clothing he had on was socks. Eyeing down and wriggling his toes, Sheldon also observed that he was sporting an erection. A fully aroused, wet erection. The wetness on his engorged member wasn’t semen, Sheldon quickly realized, but saliva.
“Leonard, what exactly…” Sheldon began.
“Temperature…” Leonard cut him off, holding up the thermometer. It wasn’t Sheldon’s usual thermometer, and he should know; he was well acquainted with his medical supplies. Sheldon twitched in aggravation at the interruption.
“What exactly is the desired outcome here?” Sheldon rushed to finish his question.
“Roll over on your side,” Leonard smiled, a lopsided little smirk that traveled down Sheldon’s spine and left him slightly dazed. Leonard gently guided him back down on the bed and rolled him over on his left side, pushing his right leg upwards so it dangled off the edge of the bed. Sitting down on the bed between Sheldon’s legs, Leonard lightly ran a hand down his friend’s spine. As Leonard traced a line down his ass, Sheldon shivered, but when a finger brushed against his exposed entrance, he couldn’t hold back a soft cry.
“Nnn! Ahhh…ahh…” Sheldon breathed, back arching slightly as Leonard continued to tease his opening. Suddenly the pressure was gone and Sheldon heard a soft pop. Careful not to startle his friend, Leonard laid a warm hand on Sheldon’s buttock before traveling down to his previous spot, his fingers now wet with lubrication. This time he did not tease, but slipped the tip of one digit inside Sheldon. Feeling Sheldon’s muscles tighten painfully around the intruder, Leonard waited patiently for the other man to adjust to the sensation, withdrawing his finger only to plunge back in deeper. With gentle skill, Leonard stretched his friend, adding a second finger once Sheldon was loosened enough. Panting loudly, Sheldon gripped the bed sheets tightly.
“Time to take your temperature,” Leonard sang out, giving Sheldon’s insides one last caress before withdrawing. In place of the fingers came the thermometer; Sheldon tensed as the object penetrated him. The cool metal was strange after Leonard’s warmth, but it was not uncomfortable. Leonard’s hand soothingly stroked over a hip as they waited. One of Sheldon’s hands drifted down the bed, taking himself into his palm. Wrinkling his nose as Leonard’s saliva coated his fingers, Sheldon lazily stroked himself, wondering how long his cock had been in his friend’s throat. Given the angle of his erection’s current state and the average time it took to stimulate himself to a similar state via masturbation, it would be possible to calculate, but he had to take into account the factors of external stimulation and-
“Time’s up,” Leonard announced loudly, largely because he could see the wheels spinning in Sheldon’s mind. Even as the thermometer was removed, Sheldon remained on his side, peering down at the other man. For the first time, he noticed that Leonard was in his boxers, the bulge in the fabric quite obvious even from his awkward angle.
“101.2… still got a fever…” Leonard reported. Getting up to throw the removable tip in the trash, Leonard watched as Sheldon rolled back over in the middle of the bed, slowly rising to his hands and knees. “Buddy? What are you doing?”
Sheldon shot him an exasperated look. “Surely gou realize what this position is for. I don’t understand your surprise; why else would gou stimulate me if penetration wasn’t the desired outcome?”
“Well… I was hoping, but I wasn’t sure if you were up to it… or wanted it. Not going to pass out on me again, are you?” Leonard raised a brow.
“I’m sick,” Sheldon protested. “Besides, I distinctly remember telling gou dat I was sleepy.”
Shaking his head with a smile, Leonard pushed the band of his boxers over his hips, leaving the garment on the floor as he went to join his roommate on the bed. Freed from restraint, his own cock rose in the air, the tip glistening. The bed dipped as Leonard crawled forwards on his knees, positioning himself behind Sheldon.
“Penetration wasn’t entirely my goal, you know,” Leonard stated softly, running a hand over Sheldon’s ass, feeling the other man quiver under his touch. A brush against Sheldon’s entrance proved that the other man was still relaxed, so Leonard reached for the lubricant. Applying a generous dose, the physicist spread the cool liquid down his throbbing member.
“What else was there?” Sheldon questioned, staring at his pillow. It was taking Leonard way too long…
“I just wanted to make you happy,” Leonard replied, tossing the lube on the floor. Sheldon’s breath quickened as he felt the head of Leonard’s shaft press against his entrance. “In any way I could,” Leonard finished. With a thrust, he slid inside the puckered hole, bracing himself as Sheldon cried out and spasmed underneath him.
God, he felt so tight. Leonard moaned and pulled out of Sheldon, only to plunge back in. Slowly, the rhythm grew faster as Leonard felt the man beneath him loosen. Sheldon, for his part, was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the feeling of Leonard inside him, god, inside him, hitting that spot, over and over and he wanted… “More,” Sheldon finally found the strength and air to croak out. “More, god, Leonard!”
Leonard needed no more encouragement, giving Sheldon all of him, driving himself deeper, faster into his friend. The bed squeaked in protest with each thrust, but Leonard wasn’t about to stop. Determining that he had enough balance, one hand loosened its grip on Sheldon’s hip, venturing down to grasp the bobbing cock that hung between Sheldon’s legs.
“Ahhh!…oh, yes…” Sheldon moaned as Leonard stroked him. Sheldon’s member was a mixture of spit and semen, and Leonard could tell that his friend was almost at the end. As he plunged in, Leonard’s hand grasped the tip of Sheldon’s cock, and as he withdrew, his hand moved downwards, keeping his grip firm.
“Nnn…ah! Yesss…L-Leonard…” Sheldon called out encouragingly.
“Shelly…ah…Sheldon…almost…there,” Leonard cried out. It only took a few more thrusts before Sheldon came, crying out as his seed spilled over Leonard’s caressing hand for the second time that night. The smell, feel, and sound of Sheldon’s orgasm was enough to send Leonard over the edge, the tip of his own cock filling Sheldon’s inside with cum.
In a panting heap, the two men collapsed on the bed. Leonard’s body felt entirely too warm against Sheldon, his breath hot on his neck. For once, Sheldon didn’t complain, even as Leonard pressed a kiss to his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Two very evil masterminds,” Leonard purred in Sheldon’s ear. “What a pair we make.”
“Speaking of make… I want some soup. Make me some?” Sheldon said, reaching in vain for the tissue box on his nightstand. “Leonard… sticky. We need to clean up,” Sheldon protested as Leonard’s grip prevented him from acquiring the tissues.
“Wow, you must have blown a fuse in that great brain of yours if you really did just say ‘Leonard, sticky’ as an explanation,” Leonard smirked, quite proud of his accomplishment. Sheldon frowned and glared over his shoulder.
“Hehe. Yes, you’re sticky. You’re sick, whiny, arrogant, controlling, condescending, positively anal about everything, but I love you, Sheldon… You’re a very loyal friend, and sweet in your own way. Just wanted you to know that,” Leonard murmured.
Sheldon blinked, processed the information, and nodded.
“Leonard?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“… I still want soup.”
/fin
Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Rating: PG-13 for some sexual talk
Word Count: 604
Prompt from ANON: Tickling in Bed
I think...this was a total kink fail. Does kink HAVE to be...porn?
“That’s odd,” Sheldon announced, brow furrowing as he stared at his computer screen. It was yet another Saturday night, and the physicist and his roommate turn partner were curled up on Leonard’s bed, each absorbed with their own devices.
“What’s that?” Leonard replied vaguely. His fingers hovered over his own laptop’s keyboard, waiting patiently. After some unidentifiable sign from the screen, he sprung into action, digits rapidly tapping the keys. The ensuing sound of gunfire and spellcasting was strangely muted; Sheldon always insisted that Leonard keep his gameplay volume turned down when they were on the bed. Leonard’s room, Sheldon’s rules. Always.
“According to this website, some people consider tickling a form of sexual foreplay, and the act of tickling lends itself to be a bonding mechanism.”
It only took one keystroke to pause the game, but it took Leonard longer to process Sheldon’s reply and its implication.
“Sheldon… what exactly prompted you to uncover that kind of… research?” Leonard inquired, leaning over to check out his roommate’s screen.
“Your question is irrelevant to the matter. I hardly see how this is a valid hypothesis,” Sheldon shot back indignantly. “I was held against my will and tickled until my ribs were sore and my lungs gasping for air numerous times during my childhood. Lack of oxygen isn’t arousing!”
“Aww, I’m sorry buddy. But look, what you experienced was relentless tickling, which isn’t what they are referring to,” Leonard explained, setting his laptop on the nightstand beside his bed.
“I wasn’t…” Sheldon started to reply, but paused as Leonard rolled over and straddled his hips. With a twitch, Sheldon gripped his laptop tighter and momentarily entertained the idea of using the machine as a defensive tactic. “I wasn’t aware that there were different stages of gargalesis.”
“Yup,” was Leonard’s only vocal response, his hands maneuvering around Sheldon’s laptop and sliding underneath his friend’s nightshirt. Leonard was quite aware of Sheldon’s ticklish areas, but was in no hurry to reach them. Instead, his fingertips glided over pale skin, lightly brushing against Sheldon. Intrigued, Sheldon set his laptop down, watching Leonard’s fingers roam over his exposed abdomen. The taller physicist was hardly an expert on bodily contact, but this touching was so different from the heat-induced caresses he had grown accustomed to. It was a pleasant sensation, not unlike the feeling he experienced when Leonard held his hand.
Any niceties Sheldon was thinking were destroyed as Leonard’s hands suddenly ventured upwards, pressing against Sheldon’s ribs and scritching back and forth. With an undignified squeal, Sheldon attempted to squirm out of Leonard’s grasp, managing to dump his partner in the floor with a loud thump. Instinctively curling up to protect his vulnerable areas, Sheldon huffed crossly into a pillow.
Laughing, Leonard gamely climbed back on the bed, seeking out a second ticklish area: Sheldon’s knees. As his friend jerked in surprise underneath him, Leonard changed tactics, returning to his first target. Sheldon had tried to protect himself, but he hadn’t pulled his shirt down.
“L-Leonard! Stop it! This isn’t…aha!..ugh…h-humorous!” Sheldon gasped out. Leonard immediately ceased his actions and leaned down, capturing Sheldon’s lips against his own.
“W-what was that for?” Sheldon asked as they broke for air. Blue eyes scrutinized his partner’s face, seeking an explanation and understanding as usual.
“For being nice and willing to participate in the experiment,” Leonard smiled.
“Interesting. I should point out that the data is inconclusive at the moment…” Sheldon murmured. Leonard raised a brow then yelped as Sheldon reversed their positions, the feeling of Sheldon’s clammy digits brushing against sensitive areas.
“Ack! Sheldon! Ahehehe…Noooo!”
“Victory will be mine! Surrender, puny mortal!”
/fin
Pairing: Sheldon/Leonard
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3, 188
Prompt from ANON: Trying to hide their relationship from their mothers.
The advantage of possessing an intelligent, rational mind usually meant that Sheldon could easily predict and remember the outcomes of certain stimuli and consequently developed rigorous routines to address unsatisfactory issues. It was true that various social situations baffled Sheldon, but given a few nanoseconds, he could usually formulate a plan for reacting. If his day went like it was supposed to, Sheldon would never have to face unpleasant situations due to his complete control of his environment.
Which is why the tall scientist currently sat in Leonard’s chair, observing his friend with piercing eyes. The shorter bespectacled physicist sat on the arm of the chair, absentmindedly picking at a loose thread in his pants with one hand, the other cradling his cell phone to his ear.
“Mmmhmm. Sure. I understand. Yeah,” Leonard replied every once in a while to the flat voice on the other end. He couldn’t quite remember why he had sat down where he was, and vaguely wondered why his partner wasn’t in his usual spot. Suddenly a comment from the receiver snapped him out of his thoughts, eyes widening in alarm.
“Actually, that’s not a good time for us. You see…” Leonard started to protest, but trailed off as the other voice cut in, berating him loudly.
“Ok, ok… Yes, I see. Fine,” Leonard replied weakly, shaking his head to himself. Goodbyes were stiffly exchanged, and then Leonard snapped his phone closed, leaning back against the chair to expel a sigh.
This is what Sheldon had been waiting for; before Leonard could begin to whine and spew self-pitying sob stories about his relationship with his mother, Sheldon leaned in, capturing his friend’s lips with his own. By propping Leonard up on the armrest and placing himself in the seat of the chair, Sheldon had reduced the height difference significantly, allowing the two to engage in amorous activities without the fear of neck pain. Methodical attention was given to the task at hand, nibbling on Leonard’s bottom lip before asking for entrance with a flick of the tongue. Granting Sheldon access, Leonard moaned softly as the other’s tongue brushed against his. For a few minutes, Leonard’s thoughts were occupied solely on Sheldon, leaving all the stress and disappointment from his family behind.
Breathless, Sheldon leaned away, watching as Leonard also drew back with a sated smile on his face. Good. His plan had worked. Not that it ever failed, mind you.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Leonard said lazily. “Using your charm to condition me not to complain about mother…”
“It’s not charm, it’s sexual persuasion,” Sheldon replied indignantly. Just like Leonard to misunderstand a simple fact.
“Mmhmm… tell me, Shelly… what are the odds that both of our mothers would visit us at the same time?” Leonard sighed. He knew he didn’t have to relate the conversation he had just had on the phone. Sometimes Sheldon’s Vulcan hearing had its advantages. Mrs. Cooper had called two weeks ago to announce her impending visit, but of course Dr. Beverly Hofstadter had no such courtesy. Oh no, the day before was plenty of time to warn her son’s roommate and her son that she was stopping by.
Although Leonard proposed the question as a conversational tool, Sheldon’s mind leapt to solve it. “Given that there is three-hundred and sixty-five days in the non-leap year period, and the two events are independent… Let’s set my mother as variable A and your mother as variable B, we can calculate the probability using the formula P(A) = n(A) / n(S) and P(B) equals…..”
Sheldon rattled on, but Leonard ignored him, the stress his friend had distracted him from earlier resurfacing. What exactly were they going to do? His mother and Mrs. Cooper were as different from each other as night and day. No, that wasn’t quite right; they were in entirely separate universes, which may or may not experience a set pattern of electromagnetic radiation.
“…less than point two-oh-five percent,” Sheldon finished. Satisfied with himself, he rose out of the chair, seeking his usual spot on the couch. Leonard raised a brow, but allowed Sheldon to move away.
“Yes, yes, very small chance. My point is, what are we going to do with them?” Leonard questioned.
“I was thinking dinner out and polite conversation,” Sheldon answered with a puzzled frown.
“Funny,” Leonard muttered then shook his head sadly. “Sheldon…we’re going to have to operate under our former circumstances while our parents are here. I don’t think this is the best time to tell them about our relationship, do you?”
“The last thing I need to hear is another theological spat, especially in my own apartment.” Sheldon’s lips curled in distaste at the thought of heated arguments. “So, I suppose you are correct.”
“Don’t be too sad,” Leonard spoke a little snarkily, noticing Sheldon’s lack of disappointment at his proposal. He immediately regretted his words, but Sheldon didn’t flinch.
“Sarcasm?”
“Yeah, but… Never mind. I’m going to go move your stuff back into your room,” Leonard muttered.
“But I’ll need it tonight,” Sheldon protested, also rising to his feet to follow his friend down the hall. “I’ll move it in the morning; we can’t both sleep in my room!”
Sheldon didn’t quite know what to make of the resulting pounce and kiss he received from Leonard. Thankfully his brain power kicked in and filed the situation under ‘tolerable’ and proceeded to drive all thoughts from Leonard’s brain and his as well.
Next day. 8:47 p.m.
“Well, isn’t this a nice little restaurant,” Mrs. Cooper practically beamed, giving her son a pat on the hand. The two of them sat in the usual Sheldon-approved booth at the local Chinese eatery facing the Hofstadters.
“A bit drafty. I’ve also noticed that a large portion of the population appears frustrated. Probably stems from bad customer service,” Beverly Hofstadter replied demurely. Beside her, Leonard let out a sigh for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
From the moment his mother had stepped off the plane, Leonard’s day had gone downhill so far he suspected he was in the seventh level of Hell. There was simply no pleasing his maternal parent. She complained of being hungry; Leonard offered her a snack. But no, the pretzels were too salty, and the rest of the airport food was deemed too un-nutritious. Next, she complained of the wait. Leonard got out of that one because Sheldon explained that his mom’s plane would be landing soon, in thirty-two minutes in fact. Beverly and Sheldon agreed that it would be a waste of time to make two trips to the airport. Leonard knew that if he had given the same explanation, he would have received a disdainful response. Over the course of the day, Leonard had to remind himself several times that he was fortunate to find a partner who could tolerate his mother and vice-versa.
Mary’s flight had arrived none too soon, and prompted a rather awkward introduction between the mothers. Leonard had wanted to cringe as he perceived his mother’s piercing, psychiatrist-sweeping eyes appraising the smiling country figure of Mrs. Cooper. Thankfully, Mrs. Cooper had years of experience in dealing with her son, and easily transferred those skills and coping mechanisms to her son’s roommate’s mother.
“I’m so sorry,” Leonard had apologized once his mother was out of earshot. Mary had simply hugged him and blessed his soul.
The conversations, the trip to the zoo, and all the little touristy stops they had made in efforts to entertain their parents would have been almost bearable if Leonard had not become uncomfortably aware of how far his relationship with Sheldon had progressed. Every time he turned it seemed that he was catching himself, awkwardly faking a stretch to cover up the fact that he unconsciously reached for Sheldon’s hand, biting back pet names, and forcing himself not to stand so close to his roommate. It didn’t help matters that his mother’s piercing gaze seemed to bore into his brain, that usual air of knowing driving Leonard insane. There was no way his mother knew about them, Leonard had to calm himself. No way.
“We don’t have many places like this at home. Usually the illegals stick to themselves,” Mary continued, bringing Leonard back to the present. Sheldon grimaced and Beverley gave a little sniff.
Ironic, Leonard thought to himself as he pushed his food around on his plate. His mother and Mrs. Cooper balanced Sheldon out almost perfectly. They were practically the physical manifestation of the two sides to his friend’s personality: Mary was the warm-hearted Sheldon that he didn’t see nearly enough and his own mother was Sheldon’s scientific, idiosyncratic mind. Sheldon had worked hard that day, trying to please both ends of the spectrum, able to adapt to whoever was closest with remarkable ease. Leonard was envious.
“….right, Leonard?” Sheldon stared at his roommate.
“Uh-huh, yeah, sure ba…buddy,” Leonard corrected himself hastily. He hoped he was agreeing to a good thing.
“Are you alright, dear? You seem a little distracted,” Mrs. Cooper frowned thoughtfully.
“Hmph. He’s always had a fleeting attention span when it comes to emotional matters,” Dr. Hofstadter sniffed. Across from her, Sheldon nodded in agreement.
“I do not! I’m just tired,” Leonard muttered. What exactly constituted emotional matters? The moo shu pork?
“It has been a long day,” Mrs. Cooper agreed. “The time change thing doesn’t make it any easier.” Sheldon opened his mouth to reply, but both Leonard and his mother shot him a look.
An hour later…
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay in a hotel?” Leonard pleaded in vain. “I mean, it’ll be a lot more comfortable than my room…”
“Although your bed is not an adequate length, it will do. Thank you for changing the sheets,” Beverly addressed her last statement towards the taller scientist. Sheldon nodded knowingly.
“There was nothing wrong with the sheets… I changed them this morning…” Leonard spoke out loud to anyone that was listening.
“That’s good, sweetie. It’s nice to see responsible young men taking good care of their place. Why, if Sheldon’s brother’s place was half as clean, I’d praise the lord and die of shock,” Mary remarked.
“Don’t give Leonard too much credit. He only changed the linens because we-“
“Well, good night!” Leonard practically shouted over Sheldon’s voice. His roommate blinked and started to twitch, only to realize what he had nearly revealed.
“Good night, dears. See you in the morning. Don’t forget to say your prayers,” Mary shook her finger at her son. Sheldon grimaced.
Making his way over to his chair, Leonard sighed down at the air mattress. He should have realized that it was inevitable that he would be sleeping on the floor tonight. Even if his mother had gone to a hotel, Sheldon would have still given up his room for his own mother and claimed Leonard’s bed.
“I think that went rather well,” Sheldon remarked, sliding past his friend and sitting down on the couch. “Of course, you could have been more agreeable.”
Leonard jerked his head up and narrowed his eyes. “I hauled you and our mothers everywhere you wanted to go. Tell me, what more could I have done?”
“True, but the entire time you acted resentful.” Sheldon placed his pillow on his spot, reclining to a horizontal state and pulling the covers over his thin body. Awkward, but he would tolerate it for his mother’s sake. “Turn out the light, Leonard.”
“Good night to you too,” Leonard replied grumpily, doing as he was told. As darkness consumed the living room, the scientist moved hesitantly, not trusting his memory to guide him even when his eyes could not. Finding the edge of the couch, Leonard pressed against the structure, using it to take him back to the mattress in front of his chair. As he walked by, Leonard’s fingers lightly drifted through Sheldon’s hair, a silent offering of truce. Sheldon did not stir, but Leonard could sense his gaze as he settled on the mattress.
Half an hour had not passed since Leonard had curled under the covers when Sheldon shifted, the couch squeaking in protest.
“Leonard… I’m cold,” Sheldon’s voice floated above him. Unfortunately for him, the social rules governing hospitality had forced him to turn down the temperature at Dr. Hofstadter’s request and now the scientist shivered, unused to such frigidity.
“Yeah, so? Go get you another blanket,” Leonard shot back tiredly. Sheldon was silent for a minute before he huffed, getting to his feet and taking a few steps away from his temporary bed. Rubbing his eyes, the shorter scientist jerked in surprise as he felt the mattress dip. For a moment, Leonard thought Sheldon was going to take his covers, but any dishonorable thoughts disappeared as Sheldon’s lips clumsily pressed against his nose, hands groping blindly in the darkness.
“Hnn… you move too much,” Sheldon whispered, reaching instinctively to cradle Leonard’s head in his hands. Successfully finding his friend’s mouth, Sheldon snaked his tongue out, lapping out at the slightly parted lips. Leonard tried to suppress a moan, but a little whimpering sound escaped anyway as he submitted. Sheldon’s breath was hot and minty as he explored familiar territory, a sharp contrast to the cold fingers pulling his covers off and digging into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down around his knees.
Oh god.
“Sheldon, we can’t do this!” Leonard hissed frantically. “Our parents…our…oooh…” Leonard’s mouth formed a little ‘o’ as Sheldon’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
“This is such a bad idea,” he protested weakly, already losing the willpower and mental capabilities to string an argument together.
“I’ve always wondered if you could be quieter during intercourse. This is an excellent opportunity to test out my theory,” Sheldon murmured, giving the cock in his hand a gentle tug. Leonard’s hips arched as he fought back a loud moan.
“Can you do this?” Leonard could practically feel the smugness radiating from the man above him as Sheldon’s hand drifted down to the base of his cock. Leonard’s member was already engorged, and drops of pre-cum began to collect on the tip as Sheldon stroked him faster and faster. “Will you be able to control yourself when my erect penis is inside you, hitting your prostate with each thrust and making you beg for release?”
Whimpering, Leonard could only thrust into the hand stroking him, cursing and loving the situation at the same time. Suddenly the pumping stopped, Sheldon’s fingers drawing away from the heated shaft.
“Sheldon?” Leonard whispered, attempting to squint in the darkness.
“Hold on,” came Sheldon’s soft reply, shifting and twisting carefully. His roommate’s actions were explained swiftly as Sheldon straddled the man beneath him, his own erection brushing against Leonard’s.
Leonard bit back another moan as pleasure filled him, silently rising to meet Sheldon’s thrusts. The scent of sex was thick in the air, the heavy panting unavoidable as the two pressed together. Then Sheldon went suddenly still, his body crouching over Leonard’s to capture the shorter man’s mouth before the other could protest or question his behavior.
Footsteps.
Leonard’s heart rate tripled, paralyzed with fear. The soft sound of pattering feet drew closer, closer, coming down the hall towards the kitchen and living room. A horrible image filled Leonard’s mind, both women’s horrified expressions as they stared down at the sweaty, sticky mess of tangled limbs, Sheldon inexcusably on top of him…
Sheldon felt Leonard’s breath hitch, and silently drew his mouth away, knowing that Leonard realized the situation now. Carefully turning his head to peer around the chair, Sheldon watched as the refrigerator door was opened, the light seeming unusually harsh. A hand reached out towards a shelf, and both boys heard a muttering sound from their unwanted visitor. Then there was a quiet click as the door was shut, complete darkness engulfing them.
With baited breath, the roommates listened to the shuffling feet, Leonard scarcely believing that the sound was retreating. Safe. They were safe. Neither said a word until the muted sound of a bedroom door closing reached their ears.
“That was too close… Damn, Sheldon. We can’t… can’t…. Sh-Sheldon…!” Leonard whispered, voice increasing as his friend’s hands gripped his ankles.
“I’m not done with you,” Sheldon whispered back, forcing Leonard’s legs upwards. Choking back a moan, Leonard drew his knees to his chest, exposing his entrance to unseeing eyes.
“My experiment is incomplete without penetration,” Sheldon continued, slick fingers brushing against the puckered hole. As Sheldon worked at loosening him, Leonard wadded up the edge of a blanket, taking the fabric into his mouth and biting down.
Riding out the brief pain, Leonard moaned helplessly around his self-made gag as Sheldon slid inside him. Adrenaline pumped through both men’s body, the prospective of getting caught sharpening their senses and giving an edge of panic to their pleasure. Sheldon’s movements inside him were rougher, faster than usual, and Leonard loved it.
Embarrassingly, it didn’t take long before Leonard came, his weeping erection giving birth to a sticky stream of semen as the man bit back a scream. The smell of Leonard’s orgasm was enough to send Sheldon over the edge, giving one last deep thrust inside his friend before he, too, was spent.
Collapsing in a panting heap on top of Leonard, Sheldon groaned lowly, sated and content not to move. Wrapping his arms around the other man, Leonard pressed a kiss to Sheldon’s temple.
“Hey buddy… we need to clean up and separate. We can’t fall asleep like this,” he whispered into an ear.
Cleaning up in the dark proved just as difficult, and Sheldon nearly took Leonard’s eye out when he handed him the box of Kleenexes. Sheldon was in charge of hiding the evidence, while Leonard straightened his covers and slipped his boxers back on.
“So, what was your theory? That I would or would not give us away?” Leonard asked after the two had once again settled into their separate sleeping spots.
“Would. You nearly did, too,” Sheldon murmured sleepily. Rolling his eyes, Leonard let the conversation drop. Welcome sleep overcame them quickly.
Next morning
“I’ve had a nice visit, thank you both so much,” Mrs. Cooper smiled at the two men, suitcase clutched in her hand. The four adults were clustered by the door.
“You’re very welcome! Thanks again for the pancakes,” Leonard replied, giving his stomach a light pat. “They were delicious!”
“Come again,” Sheldon said evenly.
“Perhaps,” Dr. Hofstadter answered. “But do not anticipate a recurring visit any time soon.”
“That’s fine, mom,” Leonard sighed, secretly happy and yet… not. At least Mrs. Cooper wanted to see her son.
“We better go if we’re going to catch that taxi,” Mrs. Cooper announced, giving Sheldon a hug, then Leonard. Beverley sniffed and merely nodded. The two women turned to head out the door, synchronously stopping as they crossed the threshold.
“By the way, boys… Jesus forgives you,” Mary smiled.
“There are pills on the market that will help you maintain an erection longer,” Beverly added.
Stunned, Leonard and Sheldon speechlessly watched their mothers disappear down the stairwell.
I'll also own up to the foursome fic, but I won't post it here. =/
It makes me happy to make other people happy... so I hope you enjoy these, anons! Forgive me if I butchered your prompts...
From TBBT Kink Meme thread.
If you find typos and point them out, I'll love you forever.
Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3, 168
Prompt from ANON: Sheldon's sick and Leonard ends up having to take care of him, one thing leads to another and ;D
“So how is Sheldon doing?” Raj inquired over the video game racket.
“I think the better question is how is Leonard doing?” Howard muttered darkly. The two were unfortunately familiar with Sheldon’s habits when he was sick. If strangers thought the tall physicist was weird and demanding when he was in relatively normal health, they should see him when he was sick!
Leonard smiled slightly; it was the first time he had done so in the past two days while his idiosyncratic roommate was still awake. Somehow, having his two other friends over for a round of video gaming gave him a much needed mental break. It was nice to talk to someone whose brain hadn’t sailed away from Sane Island. Or perhaps it was the act of stabbing digital characters that calmed him so much. Eh, either way.
“He’s still got a fever, but the mucus output is slowing down,” Leonard replied, sounding happy about the latter fact. “And I’m handling it fine, thanks for asking. But… it’s almost time for his bath,” Leonard added, glancing down at his watch.
“Ohhh… I need to get home now,” Howard quickly spoke up, jumping to his feet. The engineer didn’t bother to pause the game, and missed Raj beheading his character as he streaked for the door. No way in hell he was getting roped into helping Sheldon bathe. Snorting, Leonard watched Howard’s retreat in amusement, eyeing his remaining friend.
“Hey, um…Raj? Wasn’t Howard your ride home?” Leonard questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, shit! Wait for meeee,” Raj called out, beating a similar path out of the apartment. With a soft sigh, Leonard shut the game off and started off towards his roommate’s door. To his surprise, Sheldon was already up and leaning heavily against the wall outside the bathroom. Unshaved and disheveled, Sheldon was a pitiful sight to behold, his lithe fingers clutching a blanket tightly around his frame. His nose was red from blowing his nose constantly, and his eyes, usually wide with condensation, were half-lidded in sleepiness.
“Hey buddy… how long have you been waiting?” In spite of all Sheldon’s demands for homemade soup, chest rubbings, and constant attention, Leonard couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for his friend. It was never fun being sick. Of course, if he got half the attention Sheldon received, Leonard might be inclined to enjoy it more… but no matter.
“Mmm… about…fordy-fide seconds. I could’t sleep,” Sheldon explained with a sniffle.
“Ah, well… let’s get your bath running.” Leonard stepped inside the bathroom and pulled the shower curtains aside, stopping the drain and flipping the water on. Normally Sheldon took showers, but the (whiny) big kid insisted on taking baths when he was sick because he did not have his normal strength to stand up. A load of crap in Leonard’s eyes, but he honored his friend’s request.
Leonard’s next stop was the hall closet, pulling out a matching towel and washcloth. Tucking those under his arm, the shorter physicist ventured into the sick bay, er… Sheldon’s room and rooted around in his drawer for his Friday pajamas. The last object for his quest was a clean pair of briefs, which he fished out of the drawer next to the pajama section. Wondering if all roommates knew each other’s underwear drawers, Leonard made his way back to the bathroom.
“Here you go,” he announced, separating his bounty on the countertop. Towel first, nearest to the shower. Washcloth on the side of the tub. Underwear next to the towel with sufficient distant as not to get wet from dripping appendages. Pajama shirt next to underwear, then the pants. Robe hung on the back of the door. God, he had been living with Sheldon too long.
Reaching out to tap the water off, Leonard stuck a hand down in the tub to test the temperature. Satisfied that it was warm enough, Leonard turned back to face Sheldon, holding out his dry hand.
“Water’s good. Give me the blanket and I’ll wash it while you bathe,” Leonard coaxed. He had no such intentions; he had stockpiled on clean linens from the very first sign of Sheldon’s sickness. It was much easier to just hand Sheldon a germ-free blanket after each bath than to try and fight the laundry machines every day.
Reluctantly, Sheldon loosened his grip on the blanket. “Leonard…”
“Yeah, buddy?” Leonard tugged on the blanket impatiently.
“By fever’s increased by a full degree. Combined with by lack of sabisfactory sleep, I’m (sniff) afraid the strength and attention required for de looming task is too much for me ad de moment,” Sheldon stated with as much authority as one who is stopped up with Tylenol possibly could.
“You’ll be fine, Sheldon. I told you, you’re not going to drown in the bathtub,” Leonard counteracted. The shorter physicist finally managed to wrestle the blanket away from the other man, but Sheldon only looked more pathetic and awkward standing there by the tub.
“Would gou help me?” Sheldon asked. There was no shame or hesitation in his voice; after all, it was simply a request from one friend to another.
“You want me to… bathe you?” Leonard squeaked slightly, staring up at his friend in disbelief. Surely he had heard wrong. What sounded like ‘help’? Held. No, that wasn’t right either.
With a deep breath, Leonard nodded in reply, although he avoided Sheldon’s gaze as he folded up the blanket and then tossed it out in the hall. “Fine. Get in. God, this is at least a tier three friendship request,” Leonard breathed. This had the distinct possibility of not going well; Leonard hoped he wouldn’t be forced to admit something he was not ready to tell Sheldon quite yet.
With painfully slow movements, Sheldon pulled his shirt over his head, the sudden coolness to his skin causing him to shiver. One sharp tug brought his pajama bottoms down, and his underwear quickly followed. Carefully stepping out of the pool of fabric around his feet, Sheldon climbed into the tub. It took a minute for the tall scientist to get situated, having to sit at the very back in order to stretch his legs out. The warm water was welcomed relief from the cold. Turning his head to the side, Sheldon watched as Leonard kneeled by the tub, washcloth in hand. Leonard had lost his jacket and rolled up his sleeves in preparation.
“Back first,” Sheldon instructed, but Leonard gave him a Look. Pondering on what he could have done to earn him that look, Sheldon twitched in surprise as warm water cascaded down his back. As Leonard began to rub his back in soothing circles, Sheldon closed his eyes, rather enjoying the sensation.
“You are so bossy,” Leonard remarked without malice, continuing to scrub downwards. He had never bathed anyone else, so he was secretly glad for his friend’s guidance. At least if Sheldon complained he wasn’t doing it right, Leonard could blame him!
“I wouldn’t have to be if gou weren’t so inept,” Sheldon shot back lazily. Leonard’s hand swept across his hip and started up his side, lightly tracing his ribs. Gently grasping Sheldon’s arm with his free hand, Leonard lifted it away from his side, allowing him to wash an armpit and then the underside of the appendage. As he made his soapy way down the left arm, Leonard noticed a strange twitching movement coming from Sheldon’s fingers. Gently soaping Sheldon’s palm, Leonard watched the movements curiously, lightly pressing the washcloth against the tips of the digits.
“Sheldon, are you really ok with this? You seem… really nervous,” Leonard asked. “I know you aren’t fond of being touched…Do you want me to leave you alone?”
“No!” Sheldon protested, much to his friend’s surprise. “The situation is not unpleasant. It’s just taking some minimal adjusting, which is evolutionary.”
Snorting, Leonard released Sheldon’s arm. “Personal hygiene is evolutionary. Taking a bath with someone else? I don’t see how that is beneficial in the long run.”
Sheldon ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at his friend with more intensity than Leonard thought required.
“Other side,” came Sheldon’s only response. Sheldon did little to help Leonard access his right side, refusing to twist, turn, or otherwise budge from his spot. In the end, Leonard had to stand up, awkwardly sprawling across the tub in order to wash what Leonard dubbed ‘not Sheldon’s best side’. Leonard was almost sneezed on twice, but luckily Sheldon diverted the flow into a soggy piece of toilet paper.
“There has GOT to be an easier way to do this,” Leonard muttered as he reclined back on steady ground before dropping to his knees again.
“Front, then hair… hurry up, I’m gedding sleepy…” Sheldon murmured, eyes flickering closed. That wasn’t the only thing Sheldon was ‘gedding,’ Leonard realized as he happened to glance down. Sheldon’s cock was half-aroused, growing harder as Leonard made his way down Sheldon’s chest and abdomen. Ignoring the erection, the soapy fabric dove between the legs, lathering up the inside of a thigh. All the while, Leonard watched Sheldon’s face carefully, but the scientist did not betray any sense of pleasure or repulsion. Deciding to test the waters, so to speak, Leonard dragged the cloth back up to the other man’s chest. Brushing the pad of his thumb over a nipple, Leonard teased the teat until it was a taunt bud. Sheldon squirmed at the attention and rested his head against the shower wall.
“Gou missed a spot,” Sheldon remarked. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense Leonard’s gaze. There was a pause, and then Sheldon heard the splash of water before Leonard’s grip on his cock registered. He could feel Leonard’s firm grip through the cloth, but one bare digit swept across the head of his length, collecting drops of pre-cum as it went.
Sheldon made one soft, appreciative noise in the back of his throat, but that was enough for Leonard. Abandoning the washcloth for bare hands, Leonard wrapped his fingers around Sheldon’s cock and began to pump. The water in the tub rolled in rhythmic waves as the physicist’s hand quickly moved up and down Sheldon’s length.
“Leonnnard….” Sheldon whined. Fighting instinct to thrust his hips, he silently pleaded for Leonard to go faster. His breathing was erratic, and soft moans came at ever increasing intervals.
“You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” Leonard asked. “Even when you’re sick, you are still an evil mastermind, just plotting and scheming…”
Sheldon smiled, a small little grin that Leonard had never seen in all the years he had known his roommate, but in the next instant it was gone, replaced by an open-mouth cry as orgasm hit him. Even as Sheldon’s seed spilled on his hand and in the water, Leonard continued to stroke, wringing every last drop of semen out of his friend.
“Feels good, eh?” Leonard smirked, then started in surprise as Sheldon’s frame wavered then pitched forwards.
“Sheldon? Sheldon! Oh, damn…”
Hours later…
“Sheldon… Sheldon, wake up…”
Groaning softly, the physicist stirred groggily as Leonard’s insistent voice rang in his ears. Eyes flickering open, they stared blearily at their familiar surroundings. That was odd, Sheldon reflected. He didn’t remember getting into bed. Also, exactly where was his pajama top?
“Oh, good… you’re finally awake. I need to take your temperature,” Leonard announced.
Struggling to sit up, two observations hit the scientist immediately. First, it was noted that he wasn’t wearing a pajama bottom either. Or underwear. In fact, the only article of clothing he had on was socks. Eyeing down and wriggling his toes, Sheldon also observed that he was sporting an erection. A fully aroused, wet erection. The wetness on his engorged member wasn’t semen, Sheldon quickly realized, but saliva.
“Leonard, what exactly…” Sheldon began.
“Temperature…” Leonard cut him off, holding up the thermometer. It wasn’t Sheldon’s usual thermometer, and he should know; he was well acquainted with his medical supplies. Sheldon twitched in aggravation at the interruption.
“What exactly is the desired outcome here?” Sheldon rushed to finish his question.
“Roll over on your side,” Leonard smiled, a lopsided little smirk that traveled down Sheldon’s spine and left him slightly dazed. Leonard gently guided him back down on the bed and rolled him over on his left side, pushing his right leg upwards so it dangled off the edge of the bed. Sitting down on the bed between Sheldon’s legs, Leonard lightly ran a hand down his friend’s spine. As Leonard traced a line down his ass, Sheldon shivered, but when a finger brushed against his exposed entrance, he couldn’t hold back a soft cry.
“Nnn! Ahhh…ahh…” Sheldon breathed, back arching slightly as Leonard continued to tease his opening. Suddenly the pressure was gone and Sheldon heard a soft pop. Careful not to startle his friend, Leonard laid a warm hand on Sheldon’s buttock before traveling down to his previous spot, his fingers now wet with lubrication. This time he did not tease, but slipped the tip of one digit inside Sheldon. Feeling Sheldon’s muscles tighten painfully around the intruder, Leonard waited patiently for the other man to adjust to the sensation, withdrawing his finger only to plunge back in deeper. With gentle skill, Leonard stretched his friend, adding a second finger once Sheldon was loosened enough. Panting loudly, Sheldon gripped the bed sheets tightly.
“Time to take your temperature,” Leonard sang out, giving Sheldon’s insides one last caress before withdrawing. In place of the fingers came the thermometer; Sheldon tensed as the object penetrated him. The cool metal was strange after Leonard’s warmth, but it was not uncomfortable. Leonard’s hand soothingly stroked over a hip as they waited. One of Sheldon’s hands drifted down the bed, taking himself into his palm. Wrinkling his nose as Leonard’s saliva coated his fingers, Sheldon lazily stroked himself, wondering how long his cock had been in his friend’s throat. Given the angle of his erection’s current state and the average time it took to stimulate himself to a similar state via masturbation, it would be possible to calculate, but he had to take into account the factors of external stimulation and-
“Time’s up,” Leonard announced loudly, largely because he could see the wheels spinning in Sheldon’s mind. Even as the thermometer was removed, Sheldon remained on his side, peering down at the other man. For the first time, he noticed that Leonard was in his boxers, the bulge in the fabric quite obvious even from his awkward angle.
“101.2… still got a fever…” Leonard reported. Getting up to throw the removable tip in the trash, Leonard watched as Sheldon rolled back over in the middle of the bed, slowly rising to his hands and knees. “Buddy? What are you doing?”
Sheldon shot him an exasperated look. “Surely gou realize what this position is for. I don’t understand your surprise; why else would gou stimulate me if penetration wasn’t the desired outcome?”
“Well… I was hoping, but I wasn’t sure if you were up to it… or wanted it. Not going to pass out on me again, are you?” Leonard raised a brow.
“I’m sick,” Sheldon protested. “Besides, I distinctly remember telling gou dat I was sleepy.”
Shaking his head with a smile, Leonard pushed the band of his boxers over his hips, leaving the garment on the floor as he went to join his roommate on the bed. Freed from restraint, his own cock rose in the air, the tip glistening. The bed dipped as Leonard crawled forwards on his knees, positioning himself behind Sheldon.
“Penetration wasn’t entirely my goal, you know,” Leonard stated softly, running a hand over Sheldon’s ass, feeling the other man quiver under his touch. A brush against Sheldon’s entrance proved that the other man was still relaxed, so Leonard reached for the lubricant. Applying a generous dose, the physicist spread the cool liquid down his throbbing member.
“What else was there?” Sheldon questioned, staring at his pillow. It was taking Leonard way too long…
“I just wanted to make you happy,” Leonard replied, tossing the lube on the floor. Sheldon’s breath quickened as he felt the head of Leonard’s shaft press against his entrance. “In any way I could,” Leonard finished. With a thrust, he slid inside the puckered hole, bracing himself as Sheldon cried out and spasmed underneath him.
God, he felt so tight. Leonard moaned and pulled out of Sheldon, only to plunge back in. Slowly, the rhythm grew faster as Leonard felt the man beneath him loosen. Sheldon, for his part, was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the feeling of Leonard inside him, god, inside him, hitting that spot, over and over and he wanted… “More,” Sheldon finally found the strength and air to croak out. “More, god, Leonard!”
Leonard needed no more encouragement, giving Sheldon all of him, driving himself deeper, faster into his friend. The bed squeaked in protest with each thrust, but Leonard wasn’t about to stop. Determining that he had enough balance, one hand loosened its grip on Sheldon’s hip, venturing down to grasp the bobbing cock that hung between Sheldon’s legs.
“Ahhh!…oh, yes…” Sheldon moaned as Leonard stroked him. Sheldon’s member was a mixture of spit and semen, and Leonard could tell that his friend was almost at the end. As he plunged in, Leonard’s hand grasped the tip of Sheldon’s cock, and as he withdrew, his hand moved downwards, keeping his grip firm.
“Nnn…ah! Yesss…L-Leonard…” Sheldon called out encouragingly.
“Shelly…ah…Sheldon…almost…there,” Leonard cried out. It only took a few more thrusts before Sheldon came, crying out as his seed spilled over Leonard’s caressing hand for the second time that night. The smell, feel, and sound of Sheldon’s orgasm was enough to send Leonard over the edge, the tip of his own cock filling Sheldon’s inside with cum.
In a panting heap, the two men collapsed on the bed. Leonard’s body felt entirely too warm against Sheldon, his breath hot on his neck. For once, Sheldon didn’t complain, even as Leonard pressed a kiss to his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Two very evil masterminds,” Leonard purred in Sheldon’s ear. “What a pair we make.”
“Speaking of make… I want some soup. Make me some?” Sheldon said, reaching in vain for the tissue box on his nightstand. “Leonard… sticky. We need to clean up,” Sheldon protested as Leonard’s grip prevented him from acquiring the tissues.
“Wow, you must have blown a fuse in that great brain of yours if you really did just say ‘Leonard, sticky’ as an explanation,” Leonard smirked, quite proud of his accomplishment. Sheldon frowned and glared over his shoulder.
“Hehe. Yes, you’re sticky. You’re sick, whiny, arrogant, controlling, condescending, positively anal about everything, but I love you, Sheldon… You’re a very loyal friend, and sweet in your own way. Just wanted you to know that,” Leonard murmured.
Sheldon blinked, processed the information, and nodded.
“Leonard?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“… I still want soup.”
/fin
Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Rating: PG-13 for some sexual talk
Word Count: 604
Prompt from ANON: Tickling in Bed
I think...this was a total kink fail. Does kink HAVE to be...porn?
“That’s odd,” Sheldon announced, brow furrowing as he stared at his computer screen. It was yet another Saturday night, and the physicist and his roommate turn partner were curled up on Leonard’s bed, each absorbed with their own devices.
“What’s that?” Leonard replied vaguely. His fingers hovered over his own laptop’s keyboard, waiting patiently. After some unidentifiable sign from the screen, he sprung into action, digits rapidly tapping the keys. The ensuing sound of gunfire and spellcasting was strangely muted; Sheldon always insisted that Leonard keep his gameplay volume turned down when they were on the bed. Leonard’s room, Sheldon’s rules. Always.
“According to this website, some people consider tickling a form of sexual foreplay, and the act of tickling lends itself to be a bonding mechanism.”
It only took one keystroke to pause the game, but it took Leonard longer to process Sheldon’s reply and its implication.
“Sheldon… what exactly prompted you to uncover that kind of… research?” Leonard inquired, leaning over to check out his roommate’s screen.
“Your question is irrelevant to the matter. I hardly see how this is a valid hypothesis,” Sheldon shot back indignantly. “I was held against my will and tickled until my ribs were sore and my lungs gasping for air numerous times during my childhood. Lack of oxygen isn’t arousing!”
“Aww, I’m sorry buddy. But look, what you experienced was relentless tickling, which isn’t what they are referring to,” Leonard explained, setting his laptop on the nightstand beside his bed.
“I wasn’t…” Sheldon started to reply, but paused as Leonard rolled over and straddled his hips. With a twitch, Sheldon gripped his laptop tighter and momentarily entertained the idea of using the machine as a defensive tactic. “I wasn’t aware that there were different stages of gargalesis.”
“Yup,” was Leonard’s only vocal response, his hands maneuvering around Sheldon’s laptop and sliding underneath his friend’s nightshirt. Leonard was quite aware of Sheldon’s ticklish areas, but was in no hurry to reach them. Instead, his fingertips glided over pale skin, lightly brushing against Sheldon. Intrigued, Sheldon set his laptop down, watching Leonard’s fingers roam over his exposed abdomen. The taller physicist was hardly an expert on bodily contact, but this touching was so different from the heat-induced caresses he had grown accustomed to. It was a pleasant sensation, not unlike the feeling he experienced when Leonard held his hand.
Any niceties Sheldon was thinking were destroyed as Leonard’s hands suddenly ventured upwards, pressing against Sheldon’s ribs and scritching back and forth. With an undignified squeal, Sheldon attempted to squirm out of Leonard’s grasp, managing to dump his partner in the floor with a loud thump. Instinctively curling up to protect his vulnerable areas, Sheldon huffed crossly into a pillow.
Laughing, Leonard gamely climbed back on the bed, seeking out a second ticklish area: Sheldon’s knees. As his friend jerked in surprise underneath him, Leonard changed tactics, returning to his first target. Sheldon had tried to protect himself, but he hadn’t pulled his shirt down.
“L-Leonard! Stop it! This isn’t…aha!..ugh…h-humorous!” Sheldon gasped out. Leonard immediately ceased his actions and leaned down, capturing Sheldon’s lips against his own.
“W-what was that for?” Sheldon asked as they broke for air. Blue eyes scrutinized his partner’s face, seeking an explanation and understanding as usual.
“For being nice and willing to participate in the experiment,” Leonard smiled.
“Interesting. I should point out that the data is inconclusive at the moment…” Sheldon murmured. Leonard raised a brow then yelped as Sheldon reversed their positions, the feeling of Sheldon’s clammy digits brushing against sensitive areas.
“Ack! Sheldon! Ahehehe…Noooo!”
“Victory will be mine! Surrender, puny mortal!”
/fin
Pairing: Sheldon/Leonard
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3, 188
Prompt from ANON: Trying to hide their relationship from their mothers.
The advantage of possessing an intelligent, rational mind usually meant that Sheldon could easily predict and remember the outcomes of certain stimuli and consequently developed rigorous routines to address unsatisfactory issues. It was true that various social situations baffled Sheldon, but given a few nanoseconds, he could usually formulate a plan for reacting. If his day went like it was supposed to, Sheldon would never have to face unpleasant situations due to his complete control of his environment.
Which is why the tall scientist currently sat in Leonard’s chair, observing his friend with piercing eyes. The shorter bespectacled physicist sat on the arm of the chair, absentmindedly picking at a loose thread in his pants with one hand, the other cradling his cell phone to his ear.
“Mmmhmm. Sure. I understand. Yeah,” Leonard replied every once in a while to the flat voice on the other end. He couldn’t quite remember why he had sat down where he was, and vaguely wondered why his partner wasn’t in his usual spot. Suddenly a comment from the receiver snapped him out of his thoughts, eyes widening in alarm.
“Actually, that’s not a good time for us. You see…” Leonard started to protest, but trailed off as the other voice cut in, berating him loudly.
“Ok, ok… Yes, I see. Fine,” Leonard replied weakly, shaking his head to himself. Goodbyes were stiffly exchanged, and then Leonard snapped his phone closed, leaning back against the chair to expel a sigh.
This is what Sheldon had been waiting for; before Leonard could begin to whine and spew self-pitying sob stories about his relationship with his mother, Sheldon leaned in, capturing his friend’s lips with his own. By propping Leonard up on the armrest and placing himself in the seat of the chair, Sheldon had reduced the height difference significantly, allowing the two to engage in amorous activities without the fear of neck pain. Methodical attention was given to the task at hand, nibbling on Leonard’s bottom lip before asking for entrance with a flick of the tongue. Granting Sheldon access, Leonard moaned softly as the other’s tongue brushed against his. For a few minutes, Leonard’s thoughts were occupied solely on Sheldon, leaving all the stress and disappointment from his family behind.
Breathless, Sheldon leaned away, watching as Leonard also drew back with a sated smile on his face. Good. His plan had worked. Not that it ever failed, mind you.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Leonard said lazily. “Using your charm to condition me not to complain about mother…”
“It’s not charm, it’s sexual persuasion,” Sheldon replied indignantly. Just like Leonard to misunderstand a simple fact.
“Mmhmm… tell me, Shelly… what are the odds that both of our mothers would visit us at the same time?” Leonard sighed. He knew he didn’t have to relate the conversation he had just had on the phone. Sometimes Sheldon’s Vulcan hearing had its advantages. Mrs. Cooper had called two weeks ago to announce her impending visit, but of course Dr. Beverly Hofstadter had no such courtesy. Oh no, the day before was plenty of time to warn her son’s roommate and her son that she was stopping by.
Although Leonard proposed the question as a conversational tool, Sheldon’s mind leapt to solve it. “Given that there is three-hundred and sixty-five days in the non-leap year period, and the two events are independent… Let’s set my mother as variable A and your mother as variable B, we can calculate the probability using the formula P(A) = n(A) / n(S) and P(B) equals…..”
Sheldon rattled on, but Leonard ignored him, the stress his friend had distracted him from earlier resurfacing. What exactly were they going to do? His mother and Mrs. Cooper were as different from each other as night and day. No, that wasn’t quite right; they were in entirely separate universes, which may or may not experience a set pattern of electromagnetic radiation.
“…less than point two-oh-five percent,” Sheldon finished. Satisfied with himself, he rose out of the chair, seeking his usual spot on the couch. Leonard raised a brow, but allowed Sheldon to move away.
“Yes, yes, very small chance. My point is, what are we going to do with them?” Leonard questioned.
“I was thinking dinner out and polite conversation,” Sheldon answered with a puzzled frown.
“Funny,” Leonard muttered then shook his head sadly. “Sheldon…we’re going to have to operate under our former circumstances while our parents are here. I don’t think this is the best time to tell them about our relationship, do you?”
“The last thing I need to hear is another theological spat, especially in my own apartment.” Sheldon’s lips curled in distaste at the thought of heated arguments. “So, I suppose you are correct.”
“Don’t be too sad,” Leonard spoke a little snarkily, noticing Sheldon’s lack of disappointment at his proposal. He immediately regretted his words, but Sheldon didn’t flinch.
“Sarcasm?”
“Yeah, but… Never mind. I’m going to go move your stuff back into your room,” Leonard muttered.
“But I’ll need it tonight,” Sheldon protested, also rising to his feet to follow his friend down the hall. “I’ll move it in the morning; we can’t both sleep in my room!”
Sheldon didn’t quite know what to make of the resulting pounce and kiss he received from Leonard. Thankfully his brain power kicked in and filed the situation under ‘tolerable’ and proceeded to drive all thoughts from Leonard’s brain and his as well.
Next day. 8:47 p.m.
“Well, isn’t this a nice little restaurant,” Mrs. Cooper practically beamed, giving her son a pat on the hand. The two of them sat in the usual Sheldon-approved booth at the local Chinese eatery facing the Hofstadters.
“A bit drafty. I’ve also noticed that a large portion of the population appears frustrated. Probably stems from bad customer service,” Beverly Hofstadter replied demurely. Beside her, Leonard let out a sigh for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
From the moment his mother had stepped off the plane, Leonard’s day had gone downhill so far he suspected he was in the seventh level of Hell. There was simply no pleasing his maternal parent. She complained of being hungry; Leonard offered her a snack. But no, the pretzels were too salty, and the rest of the airport food was deemed too un-nutritious. Next, she complained of the wait. Leonard got out of that one because Sheldon explained that his mom’s plane would be landing soon, in thirty-two minutes in fact. Beverly and Sheldon agreed that it would be a waste of time to make two trips to the airport. Leonard knew that if he had given the same explanation, he would have received a disdainful response. Over the course of the day, Leonard had to remind himself several times that he was fortunate to find a partner who could tolerate his mother and vice-versa.
Mary’s flight had arrived none too soon, and prompted a rather awkward introduction between the mothers. Leonard had wanted to cringe as he perceived his mother’s piercing, psychiatrist-sweeping eyes appraising the smiling country figure of Mrs. Cooper. Thankfully, Mrs. Cooper had years of experience in dealing with her son, and easily transferred those skills and coping mechanisms to her son’s roommate’s mother.
“I’m so sorry,” Leonard had apologized once his mother was out of earshot. Mary had simply hugged him and blessed his soul.
The conversations, the trip to the zoo, and all the little touristy stops they had made in efforts to entertain their parents would have been almost bearable if Leonard had not become uncomfortably aware of how far his relationship with Sheldon had progressed. Every time he turned it seemed that he was catching himself, awkwardly faking a stretch to cover up the fact that he unconsciously reached for Sheldon’s hand, biting back pet names, and forcing himself not to stand so close to his roommate. It didn’t help matters that his mother’s piercing gaze seemed to bore into his brain, that usual air of knowing driving Leonard insane. There was no way his mother knew about them, Leonard had to calm himself. No way.
“We don’t have many places like this at home. Usually the illegals stick to themselves,” Mary continued, bringing Leonard back to the present. Sheldon grimaced and Beverley gave a little sniff.
Ironic, Leonard thought to himself as he pushed his food around on his plate. His mother and Mrs. Cooper balanced Sheldon out almost perfectly. They were practically the physical manifestation of the two sides to his friend’s personality: Mary was the warm-hearted Sheldon that he didn’t see nearly enough and his own mother was Sheldon’s scientific, idiosyncratic mind. Sheldon had worked hard that day, trying to please both ends of the spectrum, able to adapt to whoever was closest with remarkable ease. Leonard was envious.
“….right, Leonard?” Sheldon stared at his roommate.
“Uh-huh, yeah, sure ba…buddy,” Leonard corrected himself hastily. He hoped he was agreeing to a good thing.
“Are you alright, dear? You seem a little distracted,” Mrs. Cooper frowned thoughtfully.
“Hmph. He’s always had a fleeting attention span when it comes to emotional matters,” Dr. Hofstadter sniffed. Across from her, Sheldon nodded in agreement.
“I do not! I’m just tired,” Leonard muttered. What exactly constituted emotional matters? The moo shu pork?
“It has been a long day,” Mrs. Cooper agreed. “The time change thing doesn’t make it any easier.” Sheldon opened his mouth to reply, but both Leonard and his mother shot him a look.
An hour later…
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay in a hotel?” Leonard pleaded in vain. “I mean, it’ll be a lot more comfortable than my room…”
“Although your bed is not an adequate length, it will do. Thank you for changing the sheets,” Beverly addressed her last statement towards the taller scientist. Sheldon nodded knowingly.
“There was nothing wrong with the sheets… I changed them this morning…” Leonard spoke out loud to anyone that was listening.
“That’s good, sweetie. It’s nice to see responsible young men taking good care of their place. Why, if Sheldon’s brother’s place was half as clean, I’d praise the lord and die of shock,” Mary remarked.
“Don’t give Leonard too much credit. He only changed the linens because we-“
“Well, good night!” Leonard practically shouted over Sheldon’s voice. His roommate blinked and started to twitch, only to realize what he had nearly revealed.
“Good night, dears. See you in the morning. Don’t forget to say your prayers,” Mary shook her finger at her son. Sheldon grimaced.
Making his way over to his chair, Leonard sighed down at the air mattress. He should have realized that it was inevitable that he would be sleeping on the floor tonight. Even if his mother had gone to a hotel, Sheldon would have still given up his room for his own mother and claimed Leonard’s bed.
“I think that went rather well,” Sheldon remarked, sliding past his friend and sitting down on the couch. “Of course, you could have been more agreeable.”
Leonard jerked his head up and narrowed his eyes. “I hauled you and our mothers everywhere you wanted to go. Tell me, what more could I have done?”
“True, but the entire time you acted resentful.” Sheldon placed his pillow on his spot, reclining to a horizontal state and pulling the covers over his thin body. Awkward, but he would tolerate it for his mother’s sake. “Turn out the light, Leonard.”
“Good night to you too,” Leonard replied grumpily, doing as he was told. As darkness consumed the living room, the scientist moved hesitantly, not trusting his memory to guide him even when his eyes could not. Finding the edge of the couch, Leonard pressed against the structure, using it to take him back to the mattress in front of his chair. As he walked by, Leonard’s fingers lightly drifted through Sheldon’s hair, a silent offering of truce. Sheldon did not stir, but Leonard could sense his gaze as he settled on the mattress.
Half an hour had not passed since Leonard had curled under the covers when Sheldon shifted, the couch squeaking in protest.
“Leonard… I’m cold,” Sheldon’s voice floated above him. Unfortunately for him, the social rules governing hospitality had forced him to turn down the temperature at Dr. Hofstadter’s request and now the scientist shivered, unused to such frigidity.
“Yeah, so? Go get you another blanket,” Leonard shot back tiredly. Sheldon was silent for a minute before he huffed, getting to his feet and taking a few steps away from his temporary bed. Rubbing his eyes, the shorter scientist jerked in surprise as he felt the mattress dip. For a moment, Leonard thought Sheldon was going to take his covers, but any dishonorable thoughts disappeared as Sheldon’s lips clumsily pressed against his nose, hands groping blindly in the darkness.
“Hnn… you move too much,” Sheldon whispered, reaching instinctively to cradle Leonard’s head in his hands. Successfully finding his friend’s mouth, Sheldon snaked his tongue out, lapping out at the slightly parted lips. Leonard tried to suppress a moan, but a little whimpering sound escaped anyway as he submitted. Sheldon’s breath was hot and minty as he explored familiar territory, a sharp contrast to the cold fingers pulling his covers off and digging into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down around his knees.
Oh god.
“Sheldon, we can’t do this!” Leonard hissed frantically. “Our parents…our…oooh…” Leonard’s mouth formed a little ‘o’ as Sheldon’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
“This is such a bad idea,” he protested weakly, already losing the willpower and mental capabilities to string an argument together.
“I’ve always wondered if you could be quieter during intercourse. This is an excellent opportunity to test out my theory,” Sheldon murmured, giving the cock in his hand a gentle tug. Leonard’s hips arched as he fought back a loud moan.
“Can you do this?” Leonard could practically feel the smugness radiating from the man above him as Sheldon’s hand drifted down to the base of his cock. Leonard’s member was already engorged, and drops of pre-cum began to collect on the tip as Sheldon stroked him faster and faster. “Will you be able to control yourself when my erect penis is inside you, hitting your prostate with each thrust and making you beg for release?”
Whimpering, Leonard could only thrust into the hand stroking him, cursing and loving the situation at the same time. Suddenly the pumping stopped, Sheldon’s fingers drawing away from the heated shaft.
“Sheldon?” Leonard whispered, attempting to squint in the darkness.
“Hold on,” came Sheldon’s soft reply, shifting and twisting carefully. His roommate’s actions were explained swiftly as Sheldon straddled the man beneath him, his own erection brushing against Leonard’s.
Leonard bit back another moan as pleasure filled him, silently rising to meet Sheldon’s thrusts. The scent of sex was thick in the air, the heavy panting unavoidable as the two pressed together. Then Sheldon went suddenly still, his body crouching over Leonard’s to capture the shorter man’s mouth before the other could protest or question his behavior.
Footsteps.
Leonard’s heart rate tripled, paralyzed with fear. The soft sound of pattering feet drew closer, closer, coming down the hall towards the kitchen and living room. A horrible image filled Leonard’s mind, both women’s horrified expressions as they stared down at the sweaty, sticky mess of tangled limbs, Sheldon inexcusably on top of him…
Sheldon felt Leonard’s breath hitch, and silently drew his mouth away, knowing that Leonard realized the situation now. Carefully turning his head to peer around the chair, Sheldon watched as the refrigerator door was opened, the light seeming unusually harsh. A hand reached out towards a shelf, and both boys heard a muttering sound from their unwanted visitor. Then there was a quiet click as the door was shut, complete darkness engulfing them.
With baited breath, the roommates listened to the shuffling feet, Leonard scarcely believing that the sound was retreating. Safe. They were safe. Neither said a word until the muted sound of a bedroom door closing reached their ears.
“That was too close… Damn, Sheldon. We can’t… can’t…. Sh-Sheldon…!” Leonard whispered, voice increasing as his friend’s hands gripped his ankles.
“I’m not done with you,” Sheldon whispered back, forcing Leonard’s legs upwards. Choking back a moan, Leonard drew his knees to his chest, exposing his entrance to unseeing eyes.
“My experiment is incomplete without penetration,” Sheldon continued, slick fingers brushing against the puckered hole. As Sheldon worked at loosening him, Leonard wadded up the edge of a blanket, taking the fabric into his mouth and biting down.
Riding out the brief pain, Leonard moaned helplessly around his self-made gag as Sheldon slid inside him. Adrenaline pumped through both men’s body, the prospective of getting caught sharpening their senses and giving an edge of panic to their pleasure. Sheldon’s movements inside him were rougher, faster than usual, and Leonard loved it.
Embarrassingly, it didn’t take long before Leonard came, his weeping erection giving birth to a sticky stream of semen as the man bit back a scream. The smell of Leonard’s orgasm was enough to send Sheldon over the edge, giving one last deep thrust inside his friend before he, too, was spent.
Collapsing in a panting heap on top of Leonard, Sheldon groaned lowly, sated and content not to move. Wrapping his arms around the other man, Leonard pressed a kiss to Sheldon’s temple.
“Hey buddy… we need to clean up and separate. We can’t fall asleep like this,” he whispered into an ear.
Cleaning up in the dark proved just as difficult, and Sheldon nearly took Leonard’s eye out when he handed him the box of Kleenexes. Sheldon was in charge of hiding the evidence, while Leonard straightened his covers and slipped his boxers back on.
“So, what was your theory? That I would or would not give us away?” Leonard asked after the two had once again settled into their separate sleeping spots.
“Would. You nearly did, too,” Sheldon murmured sleepily. Rolling his eyes, Leonard let the conversation drop. Welcome sleep overcame them quickly.
Next morning
“I’ve had a nice visit, thank you both so much,” Mrs. Cooper smiled at the two men, suitcase clutched in her hand. The four adults were clustered by the door.
“You’re very welcome! Thanks again for the pancakes,” Leonard replied, giving his stomach a light pat. “They were delicious!”
“Come again,” Sheldon said evenly.
“Perhaps,” Dr. Hofstadter answered. “But do not anticipate a recurring visit any time soon.”
“That’s fine, mom,” Leonard sighed, secretly happy and yet… not. At least Mrs. Cooper wanted to see her son.
“We better go if we’re going to catch that taxi,” Mrs. Cooper announced, giving Sheldon a hug, then Leonard. Beverley sniffed and merely nodded. The two women turned to head out the door, synchronously stopping as they crossed the threshold.
“By the way, boys… Jesus forgives you,” Mary smiled.
“There are pills on the market that will help you maintain an erection longer,” Beverly added.
Stunned, Leonard and Sheldon speechlessly watched their mothers disappear down the stairwell.
I'll also own up to the foursome fic, but I won't post it here. =/
It makes me happy to make other people happy... so I hope you enjoy these, anons! Forgive me if I butchered your prompts...