Building a House the Anole Chronicles part 15: An Hour
TITLE: Building a House the Anole Chronicles part 15: An Hour
AUTHOR: dorksidefiker
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Anole/Hellion
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 48. Massage
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: In which Julian finally gets his hour from Victor.
WARNINGS: Slash.
NOTES: Another Building a House story.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Victor didn’t so much as look up as the door of his office opened, then quietly shut behind Julian. “You promised me an hour, remember?”
Victor looked at Julian from between his fingers. “I can’t do this right now,” he muttered.
“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” Julian reminded him as he crossed the room, leaning across the desk until he and Victor were almost nose to nose. “What happened?”
“I can’t talk about it, Julian.” Victor shook his head. “I - I just can’t.”
“Does it have something to do with why Their Royal Pain-In-the-Asses are sleeping in separate rooms?”
Victor ground his teeth. “You do not want to speculate about this, Keller. Just don’t.
Julian stretched out a hand, cupping Victor’s chin. “Then give me my hour. We don’t even have to do anything. Just relax.” Invisible hands kneaded Victor’s shoulders, seeking out the knots of tension. “You haven’t taken a real break since you left Earth -- sick leave for injuries doesn’t count -- and it’s gonna burn you out. So give me this one hour, okay?”
Victor let out a gusty sigh, leaning back into the telekinetic massage. “Alright, you’ll get your hour.” He closed his eyes, and a few moments later the telekinetic hands were replaced with ones of flesh and blood. “Mmm…”
Julian’s lips brushed Victor’s ear. “I promise, it’ll be time well spent.” His tongue traced the outer shell of Victor’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. The buttons on Victor’s uniform popped open one by one, and Victor let the top slide off until it was in a pile on his desk. Julian’s hand slid down his chest until Victor pulled them away, spinning his chair around to pull Julian in to his lap and kissing him.
AUTHOR: dorksidefiker
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Anole/Hellion
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 48. Massage
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: In which Julian finally gets his hour from Victor.
WARNINGS: Slash.
NOTES: Another Building a House story.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Victor didn’t so much as look up as the door of his office opened, then quietly shut behind Julian. “You promised me an hour, remember?”
Victor looked at Julian from between his fingers. “I can’t do this right now,” he muttered.
“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” Julian reminded him as he crossed the room, leaning across the desk until he and Victor were almost nose to nose. “What happened?”
“I can’t talk about it, Julian.” Victor shook his head. “I - I just can’t.”
“Does it have something to do with why Their Royal Pain-In-the-Asses are sleeping in separate rooms?”
Victor ground his teeth. “You do not want to speculate about this, Keller. Just don’t.
Julian stretched out a hand, cupping Victor’s chin. “Then give me my hour. We don’t even have to do anything. Just relax.” Invisible hands kneaded Victor’s shoulders, seeking out the knots of tension. “You haven’t taken a real break since you left Earth -- sick leave for injuries doesn’t count -- and it’s gonna burn you out. So give me this one hour, okay?”
Victor let out a gusty sigh, leaning back into the telekinetic massage. “Alright, you’ll get your hour.” He closed his eyes, and a few moments later the telekinetic hands were replaced with ones of flesh and blood. “Mmm…”
Julian’s lips brushed Victor’s ear. “I promise, it’ll be time well spent.” His tongue traced the outer shell of Victor’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. The buttons on Victor’s uniform popped open one by one, and Victor let the top slide off until it was in a pile on his desk. Julian’s hand slid down his chest until Victor pulled them away, spinning his chair around to pull Julian in to his lap and kissing him.