Look at Me
Title: Look At Me
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Tommy Shepard
Prompt: Sight
Word Count:
Rating:****NC-17****
Summary: Tommy and Anole are trying to work out what they are, still. Picks up right where What We Are left off.
Author's Notes: Sequel to What We Are.
"Why not?" Tommy asked.
"Because -- because it's too goddamned weird," Victor said, trying to pull out of Tommy's grasp. This was not to be, since Tommy was still on top of him again, a half hard erection pressing against his thigh. Tommy pressed his mouth against Victor's collarbone, nibbling at green flesh already tender from last night. "Stop that," the mutant said, grabbing Tommy's hair and pulling.
"But you don't want me to," Tommy said, using his I know this, and you know this, so why are you arguing? voice. One hand had slipped between them, and he was fondling Victor's balls. "You want me to stay. You want me."
"You don't know what I want."
"I could ask the Cuckoos. They owe me a favor." Tommy's lips brushed across his check, then down along his jaw line as his fingers teased up and down Vic's penis.
Victor squirmed, his eyes fluttering closed. He inhaled deeply, the smells of Tommy and what they had done the night before almost overwhelming. He knew they shouldn't be doing this. But Tommy was making that needy, keening noise in his throat; Victor had never been able to say no to that noise.
Tommy reached over to the night stand and fumbled with the box of condoms, bringing one of the packets over. "Where's the-- ah-hah." The mostly empty bottle of KY hit the bed, rolling to rest against Victor's hip. And then he was kissing the mutant, fumbling the condom packet open. He was saying something between kisses, but he was speaking too fast for Victor to understand. It came out a high-pitched whine that seemed to run across his skin and down his spine. His back arched, and his eyes squeezed shut as Tommy pressed a well-lubricated finger into his ass.
Suddenly, Tommy raked his nails down Victor's side. "Lookatme." Victor yelped in pain, his eyes shooting open. He opened his mouth to berate Tommy, but the speedster clamped his hand over it. "Iwantyoutolookatme," he said, looking down at Victor intensely. The look on his face was one of mingled anger, lust, and desperation, and his voice was full of need. "Iwantyoutoseeme. Iwantyoutothinkofmenothim."
"I-"
Tommy thrust in too quickly, and Victor let out a strangled cry. "Lookatme," the speedster repeated, his hand moving from Victor's mouth to skitter across the mutant's cheek, his fingers catching the tears of pain that sprang up in his eyes. His other hand wrapped around the base of Victor's cock, stroking slowly. Victor groaned as Tommy's forehead pressed against his. The white haired man's whole body seemed to be vibrating as his kissed Victor, his tongue as demanding as his eyes.
It hurt. Victor was going to be sore later. But he actually expected this; Tommy sometimes went too fast. In a way, Victor welcomed the pain.
"Say my name," Tommy moaned, thrusting into Victor, ice blue eyes locked on his. He stroked the mutant's hard on just a little faster. "Say it. It's me here, with you. Not him. Say my name!"
"Tommy."
This seemed to satisfy the speedster. His thrusts slowed, though his hand did not. Victor's legs wrapped around Tommy's waist, his hips rocking against the speedsters. "Again." he panted. "Say it again."
"Tommy." Victor buried his hands in Tommy's silvery white hair. "Tommy..." What do you want from me?
"Yesss..." See me. Need me. "Want you...to come... saying my name... Need you." Tommy kissed him again, all tongue and teeth, greedy and unrelenting.
"Tommy," Victor said when they separated for air, his hands exploring the other man's back and buttocks. "Tommy Tommy Tommytommytommytommeeee~"
The speedster was talking too fast to be heard as Victor came, hot and sticky all over Tommy's fist and both their stomachs as he continued to thrust. The lizard like mutant clung to him bonelessly, lips and teeth locking on his shoulder. He tasted blood, hot and coppery on his tongue, as he bit down too hard. This wasn't about gentleness. This was about claiming. He lapped at the little punctures he'd left behind as Tommy's back arched so far Victor thought it might break, and he spent himself in the other man. He withdrew slowly, reaching up to touch his shoulder with his clean hand. "Ow," he said softly.
"Should have gone slower," Victor retorted, not feeling even the least bit sorry. In a few hours, the bite wouldn’t even be noticeable. Vic would be sore a lot longer.
"Kinda like it." Tommy gave him a cheeky grin.
"You're sick," Vic said with no real rancor as his hands ran down Tommy's chest.
"Fuckin' vampire," the man teased. "My beautiful vampire." He drew little patterns in the cum on Victor's stomach, looking very pleased with himself.
"So goddamn sick," Victor shut his eyes and sighed.
"Hey. Look at me."
The mutant looked up at Tommy's now worried face.
"I-"
Victor pulled him down into a tender kiss. "Shh."
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Tommy Shepard
Prompt: Sight
Word Count:
Rating:****NC-17****
Summary: Tommy and Anole are trying to work out what they are, still. Picks up right where What We Are left off.
Author's Notes: Sequel to What We Are.
"Why not?" Tommy asked.
"Because -- because it's too goddamned weird," Victor said, trying to pull out of Tommy's grasp. This was not to be, since Tommy was still on top of him again, a half hard erection pressing against his thigh. Tommy pressed his mouth against Victor's collarbone, nibbling at green flesh already tender from last night. "Stop that," the mutant said, grabbing Tommy's hair and pulling.
"But you don't want me to," Tommy said, using his I know this, and you know this, so why are you arguing? voice. One hand had slipped between them, and he was fondling Victor's balls. "You want me to stay. You want me."
"You don't know what I want."
"I could ask the Cuckoos. They owe me a favor." Tommy's lips brushed across his check, then down along his jaw line as his fingers teased up and down Vic's penis.
Victor squirmed, his eyes fluttering closed. He inhaled deeply, the smells of Tommy and what they had done the night before almost overwhelming. He knew they shouldn't be doing this. But Tommy was making that needy, keening noise in his throat; Victor had never been able to say no to that noise.
Tommy reached over to the night stand and fumbled with the box of condoms, bringing one of the packets over. "Where's the-- ah-hah." The mostly empty bottle of KY hit the bed, rolling to rest against Victor's hip. And then he was kissing the mutant, fumbling the condom packet open. He was saying something between kisses, but he was speaking too fast for Victor to understand. It came out a high-pitched whine that seemed to run across his skin and down his spine. His back arched, and his eyes squeezed shut as Tommy pressed a well-lubricated finger into his ass.
Suddenly, Tommy raked his nails down Victor's side. "Lookatme." Victor yelped in pain, his eyes shooting open. He opened his mouth to berate Tommy, but the speedster clamped his hand over it. "Iwantyoutolookatme," he said, looking down at Victor intensely. The look on his face was one of mingled anger, lust, and desperation, and his voice was full of need. "Iwantyoutoseeme. Iwantyoutothinkofmenothim."
"I-"
Tommy thrust in too quickly, and Victor let out a strangled cry. "Lookatme," the speedster repeated, his hand moving from Victor's mouth to skitter across the mutant's cheek, his fingers catching the tears of pain that sprang up in his eyes. His other hand wrapped around the base of Victor's cock, stroking slowly. Victor groaned as Tommy's forehead pressed against his. The white haired man's whole body seemed to be vibrating as his kissed Victor, his tongue as demanding as his eyes.
It hurt. Victor was going to be sore later. But he actually expected this; Tommy sometimes went too fast. In a way, Victor welcomed the pain.
"Say my name," Tommy moaned, thrusting into Victor, ice blue eyes locked on his. He stroked the mutant's hard on just a little faster. "Say it. It's me here, with you. Not him. Say my name!"
"Tommy."
This seemed to satisfy the speedster. His thrusts slowed, though his hand did not. Victor's legs wrapped around Tommy's waist, his hips rocking against the speedsters. "Again." he panted. "Say it again."
"Tommy." Victor buried his hands in Tommy's silvery white hair. "Tommy..." What do you want from me?
"Yesss..." See me. Need me. "Want you...to come... saying my name... Need you." Tommy kissed him again, all tongue and teeth, greedy and unrelenting.
"Tommy," Victor said when they separated for air, his hands exploring the other man's back and buttocks. "Tommy Tommy Tommytommytommytommeeee~"
The speedster was talking too fast to be heard as Victor came, hot and sticky all over Tommy's fist and both their stomachs as he continued to thrust. The lizard like mutant clung to him bonelessly, lips and teeth locking on his shoulder. He tasted blood, hot and coppery on his tongue, as he bit down too hard. This wasn't about gentleness. This was about claiming. He lapped at the little punctures he'd left behind as Tommy's back arched so far Victor thought it might break, and he spent himself in the other man. He withdrew slowly, reaching up to touch his shoulder with his clean hand. "Ow," he said softly.
"Should have gone slower," Victor retorted, not feeling even the least bit sorry. In a few hours, the bite wouldn’t even be noticeable. Vic would be sore a lot longer.
"Kinda like it." Tommy gave him a cheeky grin.
"You're sick," Vic said with no real rancor as his hands ran down Tommy's chest.
"Fuckin' vampire," the man teased. "My beautiful vampire." He drew little patterns in the cum on Victor's stomach, looking very pleased with himself.
"So goddamn sick," Victor shut his eyes and sighed.
"Hey. Look at me."
The mutant looked up at Tommy's now worried face.
"I-"
Victor pulled him down into a tender kiss. "Shh."