Fic: No More Waiting 1/1
Title: No More Waiting
Fandom: Doctor Who RPS
Rating: Adult (I think edging out of R into NC-17)
Pairing: David Tennant/John Barrowman (with mentions of Scott Gill)
Word Count: 2840
Summary: The aftermath of the infamous kiss at Comic Con 2009.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is not intended to defame or offend anyone. This never happened and I'm not claiming it did or anything about any relationships mentioned.
Author's Notes: I'm not at all new to slash or RPF, but this is my first dabble in writing Doctor Who/Torchwood fic, so I really hope you guys like it!! :) MAJOR UNDYING thanks to foxtales for the beta and telling me about the dw_rpf comm so I had somewhere to put it. Don't know what I'd have done without you, babe. ♥
This fic was inspired when my brainspouse promisethstars showed me this picture and I was reminded of the Comic Con kiss, then she had to mention that Scott was probably perfectly fine with it. ♥
It’s hours after the panel and David and John are finally back at the hotel, both giddy and exhausted after such a long and eventful day. They’ve been practically joined at the hip all afternoon and evening, so it’s no surprise to either of them when it’s agreed that they’ll hole up in David’s room to watch pay-per-view and raid the mini-bar, running up an outrageous tab for the BBC to pay.
The first couple of beers are downed with almost no hesitation and only a few insults to the hotel’s poor choice of alcohol. The original plan of a movie falls to the wayside in favor of giggling fits as they rehash the more memorable moments of the convention. It’s not long before they’re nearly slumped into each other where they sit against the headboard of the bed, laughing over things fans had said or asked or worn.
“Granted, I don’t think any of them screamed as loudly as you did after I kissed you,” David chuckles with a hint of a smirk before taking a swig from his beer.
“I was having a moment with my fellow fangirls, shut up,” John says, laughing in response. He throws back almost half his bottle in one go, playing that kiss over in his mind as he has been all day. At random moments he had suddenly remembered the feel of David’s hand on his face, David’s lips surprisingly soft against his; he’d had to continually shove things back down, in both a literal and metaphorical sense. “So what was that about, anyway?”
David grins at him. “I don’t know, it just seemed like the thing to do. You sounded so sad,” he teases. “Why? It wasn’t that bad, was it?” He nudges John with his shoulder to punctuate the question.
John takes another drink, pretending to think it over for comedic effect. In reality, he’s thinking about how far he’s willing to risk taking this conversation. Innocent flirting is one thing, a thing he’s very good at, but he suspects this could be something else altogether if he plays his cards right.
“Oh, come on, you’re gonna give me a complex here!” David protests at John’s silent debate, starting to giggle again. He nudges John harder.
“Ow! Stop it, jerk, you’re gonna make me spill my beer,” John yells out around his laughter.
David’s thin hand settles on top of his, lingering for a moment before taking the nearly-empty bottle out of John’s grip and placing it on the bedside table along with the dregs of David’s own beer. “There, problem solved,” David says nonchalantly, seeming to be unaware of John watching his hand with interest, “So answer the question.” When John looks up, David is still smiling at him, completely at ease.
John scoffs while his brain scrambles for the right reply to get them where he thinks they’re headed. “If you still need your ego stroked after today, fine. No, I suppose it wasn’t that bad.” He pauses for a moment, then decides to take the leap. “You took me by surprise, though, so I didn’t really get a chance to form a solid opinion,” he states with a smile of his own, keeping his tone casual and light. He can pass it off as their usual banter if he needs to for David’s sake. He really hopes it won’t come to that.
David turns so he’s facing John properly. He tilts his head, his eyes glinting as his smile changes into something almost predatory. “What a shame.” His hand lightly touches John’s again. “Shall I have another go, then?”
John unconsciously licks his lips and notices David’s eyes following the movement. His smile widens at that, and he mirrors David’s pose. “By all means.”
The kiss starts almost exactly like the first one, with David’s lips gently pressing to his, but this time John is kissing back and David isn’t pulling away. In fact, David is leaning in so that they’re chest to chest, and John parts his lips to slowly flick the tip of his tongue against David’s mouth. David groans quietly, and a shiver rides John’s spine as he continues teasing David’s lips. When David’s tongue finally meets his, all thoughts of going slow are forgotten.
Grabbing David’s t-shirt as he leans backwards, John pulls until David is almost completely on top of him. David is more than willing, one hand on John’s cheek, the other braced on the headboard for support. One of John’s hands slips under David’s shirt to finally rest on bare skin as he sucks firmly on David’s tongue.
With a gasping moan, David pulls back just enough to breathe. “Oh. God,” he pants before taking a deep breath. “You’re not the only one who’s waited years for that.” He grins again.
John laughs because it’s the only thing he can do; his mind and body are on complete sensory overload in the best way. He swallows hard and takes a few deep breaths himself, soaking in the sight of the man above him. “Hmmm... it seems so,” he answers playfully when he can trust himself to speak. His fingers race circles on David’s skin, sliding over ribs to his back and teasing just above the waistband of his jeans. “Anything else you’ve been waiting for, while we’re here?” John doesn’t know where this is coming from, but he is not going to risk ruining it by asking for explanations, not when he’s finally getting what he’s wanted for so long.
For the first time, David’s confidence appears to slip. “Er, I don’t know if...”
Stilling his fingers but not taking his hand away, John looks up at him with reassurance. “Hey. We don’t have to do anything else. This is fine. This is more than fine.” He grins again as he lifts his other hand to rest at David’s waist.
David’s chuckle is low and rough. “It’s brilliant is what it is.” He slowly lets his hand slide from John’s cheek to rest on his chest. “That’s not what I was worried about.” His smile fades and he looks unsure again. “What about... Scott?”
Judging by the look of shock on David’s face, he wasn’t expecting John to react to the question with another burst of laughter. “I’m sorry, I am, that’s very sweet of you, really,” John manages to giggle out when he gets a better hold of himself. “It’s just that-- Believe me, he wouldn’t have a problem with this.”
“Your husband wouldn’t have a problem with me snogging and possibly molesting you?” David asks, incredulous.
That gets another round of giggles out of John while David looks on bewildered. “God, no,” John answers eventually. “My husband is a very kind and understanding man.” John’s hands slide under David’s shirt again, lightly rubbing up and down his back as he continues, “a very open-minded man. He also happens to know how badly I want you, and thinks you’re quite shaggable himself. Actually, he probably will be jealous, just mostly of me,” he finishes with a smirk.
David gapes, but the corners of his lips are already twitching into a smile. “You’re serious.”
“Extremely serious,” John answers with his megawatt grin. He keeps rubbing David’s back, fingers massaging as they go. The glint is back in David’s eyes, and now John recognizes it as want. “So, with that settled, let me ask you again: Anything else you’ve been waiting to do? That molesting you mentioned, for instance, definitely sounded promising.”
“Oh, that’s just the start of the list,” David growls. Then he’s diving in and they’re kissing again, open-mouthed and wet.
David swings a leg over John’s and straddles him, pressing down, and John isn’t surprised to realise that they’re both hardening already. He finally lets his hands drift down to where they’ve been itching to go, both palms cupping David’s arse through his jeans and squeezing.
Moaning, David pushes back encouragingly as his hands slide to John’s waist and ruck up his shirt, touching every inch of warm skin his fingers come across.
Tearing himself away from the kiss, John leans up and allows David to pull his shirt off before returning the favor, balling up David’s shirt and throwing it on the floor. He pulls David against him, revelling in the feel of skin on skin as he nuzzles David’s neck.
When John starts kissing and sucking at his throat, David gently pushes him back against the headboard. “No,” he breathes, guiding John to slide down so that he’s laying on the bed.
“Whatever you want,” John whispers as David moves with him, kissing John fiercely once before moving on to explore John's body with hands and mouth. He begins with his neck, mimicking what John had done to him but with more teeth and tongue. John thinks absently that there will probably be marks tomorrow and the thought makes him harder. David's mouth trails along John’s collarbone to his chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue, and John shivers beneath him. Smirking, David does it harder, flicking and sucking and biting, drawing shuddery gasps from deep in John’s throat, then moving to repeat the actions on the other side. “Fuck, where did you learn that?” John groans.
David’s chuckle vibrates against John’s chest. “Women have ‘em, too, you know.” He sits up, his hands wandering down to John’s jeans, and he quickly undoes the flies.
“We’re not in any hurry here,” John reminds him, but obediently lifts his hips for David to pull the denim down just past his knees. His briefs stay on.
Hands returning to their exploration, David looks at him hungrily. “I think we’ve waited enough.” Demonstrating the point, he wraps a firm hand around the stiff bulge in John’s pants and squeezes through the cloth.
John’s head drops back against the pillow momentarily as he swallows a moan, then he’s reaching out for David’s jeans.
Before he can get a grip on them, though, David carefully grabs his wrists with his free hand. “No,” he says again. “I want to do it. Just let me, okay?”
“Like I said, whatever you want.” John’s hands drop back to his sides. It doesn’t really surprise him that David wants to be in charge of this, all things considered, and John is more than happy to go along with it if it involves nudity and touching and orgasms.
With one more quick grope, David shifts off John’s thighs to rid himself of his own jeans, shucking his pants as well. John’s eyes are immediately drawn to David’s erect cock and his own twitches in response. In contradiction to his thoughts just a moment ago, it takes all his willpower to keep his hands to himself.
Breathing quicker now, David runs his hands up John’s legs, seemingly entranced by the feel of the muscle and hair beneath his palms, then eventually hooks his fingers in the waistband of John’s briefs and peels them down to join his jeans. David swallows roughly at the sight of John’s cock bouncing free from the fabric, and it feels to John like it takes ages for David to finally touch him. Agonizingly slowly, David rests one hand on John’s thigh while the other starts to trace featherlight touches along John’s shaft, down to his balls, back up to softly slide the foreskin from the head, staring as if mesmerized.
In the back of John’s mind where he’s still capable of rational thought, he recognizes this for what it is. He does his best to keep still and not thrust hard into David’s hand like he desperately wants to; there’s no way in hell he’s going to rush David’s first time.
Just when John starts to think he can’t take any more, David turns his teasing touches into steady strokes. John sighs deeply in relief, “Fuck, yes.”
Blinking, David looks up him and smiles wryly. “I figured I couldn’t get that part wrong.” He straddles John again, then carefully takes both their cocks in hand and pulls. “Oh my fucking god, that feels so good,” he whimpers, head back and eyes closed as his hand works at establishing a rhythm.
“You’re tellin’ me,” John huffs out, sliding backwards to prop himself up on the pillows. “C’mere.”
David barely opens his eyes to lean forward as John pulls him down into an intense kiss, one hand delving into shaggy brown hair, the other running down David’s body to knead his bare arse. David whimpers into the kiss, his free hand clinging to John’s shoulder. They both start to thrust their hips into David’s rhythm and the need to breathe cuts the kiss short.
“Please, David, let me-- I need to touch you,” John pleads between breaths.
“Yeah, yeah, please,” is all David is capable of saying in reply. John’s hand drops from David’s hair to just below David’s hand where it wraps around their erections, sinking easily into the flow of movement. Gasping at the touch, David immediately loses his grip and lets John take over, both hands now clutching at John wherever they can reach. “Fucking hell,” he rasps, his head hanging down, hair brushing against John’s forehead as they rock into each other.
Grunting his agreement, John increases the speed of his hand, squeezing and twisting in turns, finding out just what David likes and going with it until he starts to get too close. He steals kisses when David’s forward thrusts bring him nearer, John’s hand on his arse guiding him in. “C’mon,” John grates out, “Not gonna last much longer. Wanna see you come, wanna see your face when you lose it, dreamed about it for years.” He’s rambling and he doesn’t care one bit.
His words have the desired effect and David’s nails dig into John’s flesh as he arches into him, crying out behind clenched teeth as he comes hard onto John’s stomach. John stares at him in awe, reality putting all his fantasies to shame, and it takes only two more strokes before he’s coming, too, shaking in David's arms. When they’re both still and breathing heavily, John’s other hand cradles the back of David’s neck and pulls him into another kiss, this one far more tender than before.
Even when they have to breathe again, neither man moves away. John reaches for the edge of the blanket that he’s lying on and very gently wipes them off. “I love hotels,” he says randomly, nerves starting to creep in a bit, “you don’t have to do the laundry.”
David chuckles and kisses John, soft and quick, then rolls off him. He drags the blanket out from under them and tosses it in the direction of their clothes, then yanks the top sheet free as well before flopping back onto the bed, half sprawled on John. “Good, ‘cuz‘m fucking knackered now,” he mumbles into John’s shoulder.
John’s nerves subside. “Shift over,” he orders, and David moves just enough to allow John to toe off the jeans that were still bunched around his legs.
Just as John is pulling the sheet up and over them, he hears his mobile ring. David groans, “Who is it? Better not be Russell telling us we have to go somewhere.”
John leans over the side of the bed and fishes his phone out from his crumpled jeans, then grins. “It’s Scott,” he says, and answers it without waiting for David’s reaction. “Hey, baby! How’re you?”
David stares, wide-eyed. “Er,” he says, and makes to move off of John, but a heavy hand holds him tightly in place.
“Good, good, I’m glad... Oh, I’m fantastic,” John smirks, looking down at David who definitely looks like a deer in the headlights. “Yeah, the con went well, but that’s not why I’m fantastic. Guess. Nope... No!” he laughs, “I resent that suggestion, so just stop guessing... Okay. I’m with David. No, I realise that’s not surprising, but the fact that we’re in bed should be.”
David closes his eyes and waits. As loud tinny laughter echoes from the phone, he sighs with relief.
John is giggling at him when he looks up, but continues to talk to Scott. “Uh huh. Honest. Naked. Mmmmm, very. All right, fine.” He holds the phone out from his ear and says to David, “He won’t believe me unless you say hi.”
“Er... Hi, Scott?” he calls meekly into the phone, and there’s another laugh in reply before John puts the phone back to his own ear.
“Told ya. No, he’s fine, just didn’t expect to be talking to the wife so soon. It was sweet, he was worried about you. I know, right? No, we didn’t.” John grins again at Scott’s next words. “Hang on, I’ll ask him.”
David’s been watching the exchange stunned at the casualness of it all. “Ask me what?”
John leans in and purrs right into David’s ear. “He wants to know if you can wait for me to fuck you until he can watch.”
Suddenly, David isn’t so tired anymore.
Fandom: Doctor Who RPS
Rating: Adult (I think edging out of R into NC-17)
Pairing: David Tennant/John Barrowman (with mentions of Scott Gill)
Word Count: 2840
Summary: The aftermath of the infamous kiss at Comic Con 2009.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is not intended to defame or offend anyone. This never happened and I'm not claiming it did or anything about any relationships mentioned.
Author's Notes: I'm not at all new to slash or RPF, but this is my first dabble in writing Doctor Who/Torchwood fic, so I really hope you guys like it!! :) MAJOR UNDYING thanks to foxtales for the beta and telling me about the dw_rpf comm so I had somewhere to put it. Don't know what I'd have done without you, babe. ♥
This fic was inspired when my brainspouse promisethstars showed me this picture and I was reminded of the Comic Con kiss, then she had to mention that Scott was probably perfectly fine with it. ♥
It’s hours after the panel and David and John are finally back at the hotel, both giddy and exhausted after such a long and eventful day. They’ve been practically joined at the hip all afternoon and evening, so it’s no surprise to either of them when it’s agreed that they’ll hole up in David’s room to watch pay-per-view and raid the mini-bar, running up an outrageous tab for the BBC to pay.
The first couple of beers are downed with almost no hesitation and only a few insults to the hotel’s poor choice of alcohol. The original plan of a movie falls to the wayside in favor of giggling fits as they rehash the more memorable moments of the convention. It’s not long before they’re nearly slumped into each other where they sit against the headboard of the bed, laughing over things fans had said or asked or worn.
“Granted, I don’t think any of them screamed as loudly as you did after I kissed you,” David chuckles with a hint of a smirk before taking a swig from his beer.
“I was having a moment with my fellow fangirls, shut up,” John says, laughing in response. He throws back almost half his bottle in one go, playing that kiss over in his mind as he has been all day. At random moments he had suddenly remembered the feel of David’s hand on his face, David’s lips surprisingly soft against his; he’d had to continually shove things back down, in both a literal and metaphorical sense. “So what was that about, anyway?”
David grins at him. “I don’t know, it just seemed like the thing to do. You sounded so sad,” he teases. “Why? It wasn’t that bad, was it?” He nudges John with his shoulder to punctuate the question.
John takes another drink, pretending to think it over for comedic effect. In reality, he’s thinking about how far he’s willing to risk taking this conversation. Innocent flirting is one thing, a thing he’s very good at, but he suspects this could be something else altogether if he plays his cards right.
“Oh, come on, you’re gonna give me a complex here!” David protests at John’s silent debate, starting to giggle again. He nudges John harder.
“Ow! Stop it, jerk, you’re gonna make me spill my beer,” John yells out around his laughter.
David’s thin hand settles on top of his, lingering for a moment before taking the nearly-empty bottle out of John’s grip and placing it on the bedside table along with the dregs of David’s own beer. “There, problem solved,” David says nonchalantly, seeming to be unaware of John watching his hand with interest, “So answer the question.” When John looks up, David is still smiling at him, completely at ease.
John scoffs while his brain scrambles for the right reply to get them where he thinks they’re headed. “If you still need your ego stroked after today, fine. No, I suppose it wasn’t that bad.” He pauses for a moment, then decides to take the leap. “You took me by surprise, though, so I didn’t really get a chance to form a solid opinion,” he states with a smile of his own, keeping his tone casual and light. He can pass it off as their usual banter if he needs to for David’s sake. He really hopes it won’t come to that.
David turns so he’s facing John properly. He tilts his head, his eyes glinting as his smile changes into something almost predatory. “What a shame.” His hand lightly touches John’s again. “Shall I have another go, then?”
John unconsciously licks his lips and notices David’s eyes following the movement. His smile widens at that, and he mirrors David’s pose. “By all means.”
The kiss starts almost exactly like the first one, with David’s lips gently pressing to his, but this time John is kissing back and David isn’t pulling away. In fact, David is leaning in so that they’re chest to chest, and John parts his lips to slowly flick the tip of his tongue against David’s mouth. David groans quietly, and a shiver rides John’s spine as he continues teasing David’s lips. When David’s tongue finally meets his, all thoughts of going slow are forgotten.
Grabbing David’s t-shirt as he leans backwards, John pulls until David is almost completely on top of him. David is more than willing, one hand on John’s cheek, the other braced on the headboard for support. One of John’s hands slips under David’s shirt to finally rest on bare skin as he sucks firmly on David’s tongue.
With a gasping moan, David pulls back just enough to breathe. “Oh. God,” he pants before taking a deep breath. “You’re not the only one who’s waited years for that.” He grins again.
John laughs because it’s the only thing he can do; his mind and body are on complete sensory overload in the best way. He swallows hard and takes a few deep breaths himself, soaking in the sight of the man above him. “Hmmm... it seems so,” he answers playfully when he can trust himself to speak. His fingers race circles on David’s skin, sliding over ribs to his back and teasing just above the waistband of his jeans. “Anything else you’ve been waiting for, while we’re here?” John doesn’t know where this is coming from, but he is not going to risk ruining it by asking for explanations, not when he’s finally getting what he’s wanted for so long.
For the first time, David’s confidence appears to slip. “Er, I don’t know if...”
Stilling his fingers but not taking his hand away, John looks up at him with reassurance. “Hey. We don’t have to do anything else. This is fine. This is more than fine.” He grins again as he lifts his other hand to rest at David’s waist.
David’s chuckle is low and rough. “It’s brilliant is what it is.” He slowly lets his hand slide from John’s cheek to rest on his chest. “That’s not what I was worried about.” His smile fades and he looks unsure again. “What about... Scott?”
Judging by the look of shock on David’s face, he wasn’t expecting John to react to the question with another burst of laughter. “I’m sorry, I am, that’s very sweet of you, really,” John manages to giggle out when he gets a better hold of himself. “It’s just that-- Believe me, he wouldn’t have a problem with this.”
“Your husband wouldn’t have a problem with me snogging and possibly molesting you?” David asks, incredulous.
That gets another round of giggles out of John while David looks on bewildered. “God, no,” John answers eventually. “My husband is a very kind and understanding man.” John’s hands slide under David’s shirt again, lightly rubbing up and down his back as he continues, “a very open-minded man. He also happens to know how badly I want you, and thinks you’re quite shaggable himself. Actually, he probably will be jealous, just mostly of me,” he finishes with a smirk.
David gapes, but the corners of his lips are already twitching into a smile. “You’re serious.”
“Extremely serious,” John answers with his megawatt grin. He keeps rubbing David’s back, fingers massaging as they go. The glint is back in David’s eyes, and now John recognizes it as want. “So, with that settled, let me ask you again: Anything else you’ve been waiting to do? That molesting you mentioned, for instance, definitely sounded promising.”
“Oh, that’s just the start of the list,” David growls. Then he’s diving in and they’re kissing again, open-mouthed and wet.
David swings a leg over John’s and straddles him, pressing down, and John isn’t surprised to realise that they’re both hardening already. He finally lets his hands drift down to where they’ve been itching to go, both palms cupping David’s arse through his jeans and squeezing.
Moaning, David pushes back encouragingly as his hands slide to John’s waist and ruck up his shirt, touching every inch of warm skin his fingers come across.
Tearing himself away from the kiss, John leans up and allows David to pull his shirt off before returning the favor, balling up David’s shirt and throwing it on the floor. He pulls David against him, revelling in the feel of skin on skin as he nuzzles David’s neck.
When John starts kissing and sucking at his throat, David gently pushes him back against the headboard. “No,” he breathes, guiding John to slide down so that he’s laying on the bed.
“Whatever you want,” John whispers as David moves with him, kissing John fiercely once before moving on to explore John's body with hands and mouth. He begins with his neck, mimicking what John had done to him but with more teeth and tongue. John thinks absently that there will probably be marks tomorrow and the thought makes him harder. David's mouth trails along John’s collarbone to his chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue, and John shivers beneath him. Smirking, David does it harder, flicking and sucking and biting, drawing shuddery gasps from deep in John’s throat, then moving to repeat the actions on the other side. “Fuck, where did you learn that?” John groans.
David’s chuckle vibrates against John’s chest. “Women have ‘em, too, you know.” He sits up, his hands wandering down to John’s jeans, and he quickly undoes the flies.
“We’re not in any hurry here,” John reminds him, but obediently lifts his hips for David to pull the denim down just past his knees. His briefs stay on.
Hands returning to their exploration, David looks at him hungrily. “I think we’ve waited enough.” Demonstrating the point, he wraps a firm hand around the stiff bulge in John’s pants and squeezes through the cloth.
John’s head drops back against the pillow momentarily as he swallows a moan, then he’s reaching out for David’s jeans.
Before he can get a grip on them, though, David carefully grabs his wrists with his free hand. “No,” he says again. “I want to do it. Just let me, okay?”
“Like I said, whatever you want.” John’s hands drop back to his sides. It doesn’t really surprise him that David wants to be in charge of this, all things considered, and John is more than happy to go along with it if it involves nudity and touching and orgasms.
With one more quick grope, David shifts off John’s thighs to rid himself of his own jeans, shucking his pants as well. John’s eyes are immediately drawn to David’s erect cock and his own twitches in response. In contradiction to his thoughts just a moment ago, it takes all his willpower to keep his hands to himself.
Breathing quicker now, David runs his hands up John’s legs, seemingly entranced by the feel of the muscle and hair beneath his palms, then eventually hooks his fingers in the waistband of John’s briefs and peels them down to join his jeans. David swallows roughly at the sight of John’s cock bouncing free from the fabric, and it feels to John like it takes ages for David to finally touch him. Agonizingly slowly, David rests one hand on John’s thigh while the other starts to trace featherlight touches along John’s shaft, down to his balls, back up to softly slide the foreskin from the head, staring as if mesmerized.
In the back of John’s mind where he’s still capable of rational thought, he recognizes this for what it is. He does his best to keep still and not thrust hard into David’s hand like he desperately wants to; there’s no way in hell he’s going to rush David’s first time.
Just when John starts to think he can’t take any more, David turns his teasing touches into steady strokes. John sighs deeply in relief, “Fuck, yes.”
Blinking, David looks up him and smiles wryly. “I figured I couldn’t get that part wrong.” He straddles John again, then carefully takes both their cocks in hand and pulls. “Oh my fucking god, that feels so good,” he whimpers, head back and eyes closed as his hand works at establishing a rhythm.
“You’re tellin’ me,” John huffs out, sliding backwards to prop himself up on the pillows. “C’mere.”
David barely opens his eyes to lean forward as John pulls him down into an intense kiss, one hand delving into shaggy brown hair, the other running down David’s body to knead his bare arse. David whimpers into the kiss, his free hand clinging to John’s shoulder. They both start to thrust their hips into David’s rhythm and the need to breathe cuts the kiss short.
“Please, David, let me-- I need to touch you,” John pleads between breaths.
“Yeah, yeah, please,” is all David is capable of saying in reply. John’s hand drops from David’s hair to just below David’s hand where it wraps around their erections, sinking easily into the flow of movement. Gasping at the touch, David immediately loses his grip and lets John take over, both hands now clutching at John wherever they can reach. “Fucking hell,” he rasps, his head hanging down, hair brushing against John’s forehead as they rock into each other.
Grunting his agreement, John increases the speed of his hand, squeezing and twisting in turns, finding out just what David likes and going with it until he starts to get too close. He steals kisses when David’s forward thrusts bring him nearer, John’s hand on his arse guiding him in. “C’mon,” John grates out, “Not gonna last much longer. Wanna see you come, wanna see your face when you lose it, dreamed about it for years.” He’s rambling and he doesn’t care one bit.
His words have the desired effect and David’s nails dig into John’s flesh as he arches into him, crying out behind clenched teeth as he comes hard onto John’s stomach. John stares at him in awe, reality putting all his fantasies to shame, and it takes only two more strokes before he’s coming, too, shaking in David's arms. When they’re both still and breathing heavily, John’s other hand cradles the back of David’s neck and pulls him into another kiss, this one far more tender than before.
Even when they have to breathe again, neither man moves away. John reaches for the edge of the blanket that he’s lying on and very gently wipes them off. “I love hotels,” he says randomly, nerves starting to creep in a bit, “you don’t have to do the laundry.”
David chuckles and kisses John, soft and quick, then rolls off him. He drags the blanket out from under them and tosses it in the direction of their clothes, then yanks the top sheet free as well before flopping back onto the bed, half sprawled on John. “Good, ‘cuz‘m fucking knackered now,” he mumbles into John’s shoulder.
John’s nerves subside. “Shift over,” he orders, and David moves just enough to allow John to toe off the jeans that were still bunched around his legs.
Just as John is pulling the sheet up and over them, he hears his mobile ring. David groans, “Who is it? Better not be Russell telling us we have to go somewhere.”
John leans over the side of the bed and fishes his phone out from his crumpled jeans, then grins. “It’s Scott,” he says, and answers it without waiting for David’s reaction. “Hey, baby! How’re you?”
David stares, wide-eyed. “Er,” he says, and makes to move off of John, but a heavy hand holds him tightly in place.
“Good, good, I’m glad... Oh, I’m fantastic,” John smirks, looking down at David who definitely looks like a deer in the headlights. “Yeah, the con went well, but that’s not why I’m fantastic. Guess. Nope... No!” he laughs, “I resent that suggestion, so just stop guessing... Okay. I’m with David. No, I realise that’s not surprising, but the fact that we’re in bed should be.”
David closes his eyes and waits. As loud tinny laughter echoes from the phone, he sighs with relief.
John is giggling at him when he looks up, but continues to talk to Scott. “Uh huh. Honest. Naked. Mmmmm, very. All right, fine.” He holds the phone out from his ear and says to David, “He won’t believe me unless you say hi.”
“Er... Hi, Scott?” he calls meekly into the phone, and there’s another laugh in reply before John puts the phone back to his own ear.
“Told ya. No, he’s fine, just didn’t expect to be talking to the wife so soon. It was sweet, he was worried about you. I know, right? No, we didn’t.” John grins again at Scott’s next words. “Hang on, I’ll ask him.”
David’s been watching the exchange stunned at the casualness of it all. “Ask me what?”
John leans in and purrs right into David’s ear. “He wants to know if you can wait for me to fuck you until he can watch.”
Suddenly, David isn’t so tired anymore.