FIC: Love Game (1/2) (GI Joe: Rise of Cobra) (Rex/James)
Title: Love Game (1/2)
Author: Daemonikk
Summary: In which McCullen has some, uh, personal shower time after a long day at work. Word count: 850 words.
Rating: M15 to R, depending on your thoughts on masturbation.
Notes: There are showertimes and explicit cock action. What more could you possibly want?
Long days were not unusual to McCullen, but fifteen hours of business negotiations were trying even his patience. Why did multiple governments always need to have all of their most enormous shipments delivered at exactly the same time? It was enough to drive a man to drink.
The clock on his computer read 3:40 AM. Putting aside his papers and returning his pen to its holder, he put his head in his hands for a moment, rubbing his temples, then his eyes. His brain felt like there was someone with a pair of red-hot skewers attempting an amateur double lobotomy via the optic nerves. Definitely time to stop for the night.
Standing to stretch a little of the stiffness from his spine and legs sounded like bubble wrap being popped. He ran a hand through his hair (no, it most certainly was not thinning, he had a pronounced widow's peak, damn it), and loosened his tie, making his way towards his private quarters. It was a matter of small pride to him that he could undress while punching in the passcode to his rooms with one hand. It had taken him many a night to perfect that particular trick.
The warmth of his quarters was more than welcome on his rapidly exposed skin. A dish on the oaken kitchen table held his tie pin, wallet and other small personal effects. His jacket and waistcoat were laid carefully over the back of one of the chairs, but that was about all the care he could muster, the rest of his clothing falling in a haphazard trail from the main door to the bathroom. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he dragged himself into the shower stall.
He leant against the wall for a long moment, just enjoying the driving water jets pounding on his tired muscles, warmth soaking him and soothing away his headache. He'd been so tense lately. These long hours at a desk were no good for him. It had been days since he'd even had a moment to himself, maybe to take a stroll around the facility. Visit the laboratory.
He smirked to himself, running a hand slowly over his chest. Rex never seemed to sleep. Perhaps he'd still be in the lab. There'd be no harm in going over just to visit, see if he was in...
He'd grown terribly fond of Rex over the past year. Terribly fond indeed. He had noticed the subtle little ways that Rex returned his affections, ever mindful of the importance of maintaining a professional demeanor in front of the employees.
His hand trailed of its own accord further down his stomach. They'd traded secretive little smiles, Rex's eyes dancing slyly over his mask. He'd taken to wearing a three-piece suit even in his free time, after noticing the predatory way Rex would stare at him in formal wear. His cock twitched approvingly at the memory. Such a charmingly civilised fetish, and one he was only too happy to cater to. He curled his hand lightly around his quickly hardening cock, stroking himself slowly. A little self-indulgence wouldn't hurt, surely...
Rex had a lovely habit of pacing slowly around the laboratory during his presentations to James. He was oddly graceful, in a way, all elegant posture and almost fey hand movements. It afforded James a fine view of his body from all angles, his slender build shown off to wonderful effect by the fine tailoring of his jacket. He would have thought it entirely accidental, were it not for the enigmatic little glances Rex kept throwing him out of the corner of his eye, as if waiting for his move in a game of chess. Challenging. Almost daring him.
He ran a thumb over the head of his now-stiff cock, shivering pleasantly, and returned to rub along its length. A soft groan escaped him at the thought of Rex in his laboratory, waiting for him, leaning over an operating platform. God, he wanted to see that body laid out before him, wanted so much to touch every inch of it...
He happened to find the scars that covered Rex rather stimulating, attractive, even. He still wasn't sure why, but there was something about them, and only on Rex, that just got his blood running. Maybe it was their pallor. Maybe it was the idea of how they would feel beneath his fingertips. Against the skin of his neck and shoulder. Against his chest, beneath him. His hand pumped faster. Even against his back, over him, inside him, mechanical gasps and growls in his ears.
“Rex...”
Such a pity that he couldn't breathe without that respirator.
“Oh, God...”
How good his mouth would feel...
Wrapped around him...
“Yes...”
Such a beautiful boy...
Sucking, devouring--
“Rex!”
His hips bucked violently and his head ground into the tiles of the wall as he came, spending himself in wrenching bursts over his clenched-white knuckles. He moaned and whispered Rex's name as he came down, the warm water washing over his happily quaking form.
Yes. A trip down to the laboratories would seem in order. Immediately.