Ficlet: On The Other Hand
Title: On The Other Hand
Fandom: Top Gear UK
Rating: R (I think? not quite NC-17)
Pairing: James/Richard
Word Count: Just a hair over 200. My first drouble!
Summary: James knows the wedding ring should bother him.
Warnings: Marital infidelity.
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional. If it were true, I’d owe you a million quid, or this bucket.
Author's Notes: Title from a cheesy country song that has absolutely nothing to do with this ficlet other than it being about a wedding ring. lol MAJOR thanks to deliciousmelody for the bit of beta and fantabulous chat. We should do it again sometime, babe! ♥
James knows the wedding ring should bother him. Every time they’re together, he’s aware of it; he sees the gold glinting in the light as Richard attacks his clothes, feels the metal catching in his hair when Richard pulls it, tastes it cool on his tongue while he’s sucking on Richard’s fingers.
James knows it should make him feel guilty, filthy, utterly disgusting. It should haunt him with images of Mindy and the girls, reminding him of the true core of Richard’s world. It should make him throw Richard out of his house and end this before it ruins all their lives, before their lack of control destroys everything around them. At the very least, it should make him jealous and he should insist that Richard take it off before they fuck.
James knows all these things well, but what ‘should’ happen never does. Those fingers scratch down his chest, that ring scrapes against his nipple, that hand wraps around his cock, and all James feels is glorious. The wedding ring represents everything Richard loves, a life others would kill to have; and yet he’s here, fucking James with abandon simply because he wants to, wants James.
No, it really doesn’t bother James at all.
Fandom: Top Gear UK
Rating: R (I think? not quite NC-17)
Pairing: James/Richard
Word Count: Just a hair over 200. My first drouble!
Summary: James knows the wedding ring should bother him.
Warnings: Marital infidelity.
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional. If it were true, I’d owe you a million quid, or this bucket.
Author's Notes: Title from a cheesy country song that has absolutely nothing to do with this ficlet other than it being about a wedding ring. lol MAJOR thanks to deliciousmelody for the bit of beta and fantabulous chat. We should do it again sometime, babe! ♥
James knows the wedding ring should bother him. Every time they’re together, he’s aware of it; he sees the gold glinting in the light as Richard attacks his clothes, feels the metal catching in his hair when Richard pulls it, tastes it cool on his tongue while he’s sucking on Richard’s fingers.
James knows it should make him feel guilty, filthy, utterly disgusting. It should haunt him with images of Mindy and the girls, reminding him of the true core of Richard’s world. It should make him throw Richard out of his house and end this before it ruins all their lives, before their lack of control destroys everything around them. At the very least, it should make him jealous and he should insist that Richard take it off before they fuck.
James knows all these things well, but what ‘should’ happen never does. Those fingers scratch down his chest, that ring scrapes against his nipple, that hand wraps around his cock, and all James feels is glorious. The wedding ring represents everything Richard loves, a life others would kill to have; and yet he’s here, fucking James with abandon simply because he wants to, wants James.
No, it really doesn’t bother James at all.