Fic: A Sensitive Matter (1/1)
Title: A Sensitive Matter
Fandom: Top Gear UK
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: James/Richard
Word Count: 1500+
Summary: Richard asks James if they can try something new.
Warnings: Spanking (non-D/s, *gasp*). PWP.
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional. If it were true, I’d owe you a million quid, or this bucket.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt James/Richard: Spanking and lots of it, Richard getting spanked by James on the kinkmeme here. Decided to follow tonko_ni's example and post it here because I was really pleased with how it turned out. :) Thanks to bellap74 for the second pair of eyes! ♥
The telly was on, some mindless action film flickering on the screen, but the only sounds in the dimly lit room came from the two men kissing on the sofa, James having muted the movie when Richard had practically crawled into his lap. The little panting sounds Richard made against his lips were far more interesting to listen to. Holding Richard close, James’ hands wandered across his back as slowly as their mouths moved together.
With a teasing lick at James’ tongue, Richard pulled back for air. “Mmmm... sorry. Just, I’d rather do this than watch some bloke blow stuff up.”
James grinned. “Yeah, we do that enough at work.”
Laughing, Richard inched closer for another kiss, causing James’ hands to slide further down his back. James held him there at the waist, enjoying the feel of Richard’s body pressed against him while they made out like teenagers. They hadn’t been this for very long, but it had been years since being with someone felt this good.
Their kissing grew more passionate until Richard was securely straddling James, a hand loosely thrust into his greying hair. When Richard started to rock into him, James reached down and squeezed his arse through his jeans, knowing how sensitive Richard was there. Richard whimpered into James’ mouth and tried to pull back again, but James’ grip was firm. Another squeeze and Richard was melting into him, eagerly nipping and sucking at James’ tongue.
Finally, James broke the kiss and chuckled. “You really do like that, don’t you?” he asked, squeezing again.
Richard swallowed a groan and sighed, “You know I do, bastard.” He was still rocking slowly in James’ lap, already noticeably aroused.
“Hmmm, it’s a good thing you don’t drive anything with vibrating seats. You’d be crashing every bloody day,” James mused.
“Oh, ha ha.” Richard rolled his eyes, then breathed sharply when James started kneading the denim under his hands. “I, uh, wanted to-- ask you something-- about that, actually.”
“What, vibrating seats?”
“No, damn it, not--” He paused for breath. “I-- Can we try something different tonight?” The question came in a rush when he finally got the words out.
James stopped the movement of his hands but kept them where they were. “Different? As in?”
Richard squirmed a little and couldn’t look him in the eye. “As in... er... spanking?” he finished, an almost apologetic tone to the question.
Unable to help himself, James chuckled again, and Richard tried to get up. “No,” James said quickly, holding him firmly in place. “I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just-- you made it sound like it was a big deal.” He gripped Richard’s arse tighter and smiled when Richard let out the groan he’d held in before. “I can do that. I’d love to do that.”
Richard looked at him curiously, as if waiting for the punchline. “You would?”
There was a dull thwap as James smacked Richard through the denim, and Richard nearly choked on a gasp. James hummed appreciatively. “Yeah. I think I would.”
“Right. Um, how do you want to...” Richard trailed off, nervousness still clear in his face.
Pulling Richard closer, James kissed him deeply until he felt him relax a bit. “I want you to strip,” he murmured against Richard’s open lips, “and then I want you over my knees.”
“Trust you to be all proper about it,” Richard’s words contrasted with the shakiness of his voice as he pushed off of James’ lap to stand.
James snorted and grabbed the remote, turning off the telly. “You like when I’m proper,” he smirked, shifting over to the corner of the sofa to watch Richard pulling off his clothes. When Richard was completely naked, James reached out and grabbed his hips, pulling Richard to the side before leaning him over his lap. Richard gasped again, this time at the friction of his mostly-hard cock against James’ jeans as he settled his weight. James just smiled and asked teasingly, “Right, do you want the whole ‘You’ve been a very bad boy, Mr. Hammond’ routine?”
“Maybe next time,” Richard laughed, the sound fading to a sigh when James’ right hand stroked its way down his back and stopped under the curve of his arse. He rested his head and hands on the cushioned arm of the sofa.
Using his left hand to keep Richard in place, James gently rubbed with his right, wanting to make sure Richard’s skin was warm and pliant. It also seemed to be helping him to relax, judging by the noises he was making. Finally, when Richard was squirming helplessly, James stopped. “Are you ready?”
“Y--Yeah. I want it,” Richard panted, and his fingers clung to the material under his head. “Please.”
Without another word of warning, James brought his hand down firmly on Richard’s arse.
“Fuckjesusyes,” Richard moaned, back arching as he ground his hips into James’ leg.
James pushed out a breath he barely realised he’d been holding. “Fuck, yeah,” he echoed quietly, mesmerized by Richard’s reaction while he absently massaged the now-pink flesh.
Dropping his head and pushing back into the touch, Richard sighed deeply. “More.” His voice was shaky again, but with arousal more than nerves.
The second smack was louder, James feeling bolder after the first, but Richard’s whine in response was still clear. “Yes, yes, come on,” he urged, his cock digging insistently into James’ thigh.
That was all the encouragement James needed, his hand coming down again and again, establishing a rhythm without thought. With each stinging smack, Richard thrust into James’ lap, unable to stop the whimpers and groans streaming from his lips.
“Christ, Richard, look at you,” James breathed, pausing to knead the red cheeks of Richard’s arse. They were burning under his palm already, the heat shooting through him to his own very interested erection. “Barely touching you, just my hand on your arse,” he spanked him hard that time, covering a wider area, and Richard nearly bucked loose from his grip, “and you’re almost ready to come just from this.” Richard shivered noticeably at that, and James dug his fingers into a particularly red spot on his left buttock, making him keen. “I think you could,” he continued as if nothing had happened, “I think you could come just from rubbing yourself off on my leg while I spank your arse raw. What do you think?” Another loud smack of skin on skin.
“Fuck, fuck, please, just don’t stop,” Richard babbled, pleading as he kept rocking back and forth between James’ hand and his thigh, the denim underneath wet from his leaking cock.
The smacks started to come faster, no pattern in where they landed, some catching the tops of Richard’s thighs and making him yelp (and James smirk), others carefully aimed for the fleshiest part of his bottom so James could watch it quiver on impact. Richard’s thrusts sped up to match the pace, his body in nearly constant motion as he surged forward and pushed backward, desperate for the friction of the rough fabric.
James was feeling close himself, even without any direct pressure. The sight and feel of Richard riding his leg, of his hand spanking that round flushed arse over and over, was one of the most erotic experiences of his life and he could feel his cock throbbing in its confines. “So fucking hot, you don’t even know,” he murmured, “should film you like this, make you watch yourself writhing in my lap, under my hand.”
Four quick spanks, right on top of each other, and Richard started to tremble. “Oh god, James, you-- I can’t--” he groaned, voice husky and weak.
James delivered another rapid succession of smacks on the ruddiest bit of flesh and pressed up with his leg at the same time, and Richard was suddenly coming hard, shouting wordlessly into the arm of the sofa as he collapsed.
The weight of Richard laying limp in his lap combined with the display of him, worn out and flaming red, was too much for James to take. With one last kneading grope, he took his hand away from Richard to undo his flies and free his neglected cock. “Fuck, you look so-- bloody gorgeous,” he panted, stroking himself hard and fast, unable to tear his eyes away from Richard’s inflamed arse. Richard just hummed and shifted his weight, making his muscles twitch and sending a fresh bolt of arousal through James. Before he could do more than aim, he was coming, white splashing onto red as he fell back into the cushions.
They stayed there like that for a few moments, catching their breath. James couldn’t resist and lightly rubbed some of the wetness into the rosy skin, and Richard sighed deeply. “Mmm, that feels good.”
“You kinky little bugger, Hammond,” James chuckled.
“Hey, my arse burns like... like a fucking caravan right now. You could rub wasabi on me and it’d feel good,” Richard grumbled, but there was a very satisfied smile on his face.
Another laugh, and James gently pulled Richard up into his lap. “Come on. I have actual ointment upstairs. Then maybe I can tell you about some things I’d like to try...”
Fandom: Top Gear UK
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: James/Richard
Word Count: 1500+
Summary: Richard asks James if they can try something new.
Warnings: Spanking (non-D/s, *gasp*). PWP.
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional. If it were true, I’d owe you a million quid, or this bucket.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt James/Richard: Spanking and lots of it, Richard getting spanked by James on the kinkmeme here. Decided to follow tonko_ni's example and post it here because I was really pleased with how it turned out. :) Thanks to bellap74 for the second pair of eyes! ♥
The telly was on, some mindless action film flickering on the screen, but the only sounds in the dimly lit room came from the two men kissing on the sofa, James having muted the movie when Richard had practically crawled into his lap. The little panting sounds Richard made against his lips were far more interesting to listen to. Holding Richard close, James’ hands wandered across his back as slowly as their mouths moved together.
With a teasing lick at James’ tongue, Richard pulled back for air. “Mmmm... sorry. Just, I’d rather do this than watch some bloke blow stuff up.”
James grinned. “Yeah, we do that enough at work.”
Laughing, Richard inched closer for another kiss, causing James’ hands to slide further down his back. James held him there at the waist, enjoying the feel of Richard’s body pressed against him while they made out like teenagers. They hadn’t been this for very long, but it had been years since being with someone felt this good.
Their kissing grew more passionate until Richard was securely straddling James, a hand loosely thrust into his greying hair. When Richard started to rock into him, James reached down and squeezed his arse through his jeans, knowing how sensitive Richard was there. Richard whimpered into James’ mouth and tried to pull back again, but James’ grip was firm. Another squeeze and Richard was melting into him, eagerly nipping and sucking at James’ tongue.
Finally, James broke the kiss and chuckled. “You really do like that, don’t you?” he asked, squeezing again.
Richard swallowed a groan and sighed, “You know I do, bastard.” He was still rocking slowly in James’ lap, already noticeably aroused.
“Hmmm, it’s a good thing you don’t drive anything with vibrating seats. You’d be crashing every bloody day,” James mused.
“Oh, ha ha.” Richard rolled his eyes, then breathed sharply when James started kneading the denim under his hands. “I, uh, wanted to-- ask you something-- about that, actually.”
“What, vibrating seats?”
“No, damn it, not--” He paused for breath. “I-- Can we try something different tonight?” The question came in a rush when he finally got the words out.
James stopped the movement of his hands but kept them where they were. “Different? As in?”
Richard squirmed a little and couldn’t look him in the eye. “As in... er... spanking?” he finished, an almost apologetic tone to the question.
Unable to help himself, James chuckled again, and Richard tried to get up. “No,” James said quickly, holding him firmly in place. “I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just-- you made it sound like it was a big deal.” He gripped Richard’s arse tighter and smiled when Richard let out the groan he’d held in before. “I can do that. I’d love to do that.”
Richard looked at him curiously, as if waiting for the punchline. “You would?”
There was a dull thwap as James smacked Richard through the denim, and Richard nearly choked on a gasp. James hummed appreciatively. “Yeah. I think I would.”
“Right. Um, how do you want to...” Richard trailed off, nervousness still clear in his face.
Pulling Richard closer, James kissed him deeply until he felt him relax a bit. “I want you to strip,” he murmured against Richard’s open lips, “and then I want you over my knees.”
“Trust you to be all proper about it,” Richard’s words contrasted with the shakiness of his voice as he pushed off of James’ lap to stand.
James snorted and grabbed the remote, turning off the telly. “You like when I’m proper,” he smirked, shifting over to the corner of the sofa to watch Richard pulling off his clothes. When Richard was completely naked, James reached out and grabbed his hips, pulling Richard to the side before leaning him over his lap. Richard gasped again, this time at the friction of his mostly-hard cock against James’ jeans as he settled his weight. James just smiled and asked teasingly, “Right, do you want the whole ‘You’ve been a very bad boy, Mr. Hammond’ routine?”
“Maybe next time,” Richard laughed, the sound fading to a sigh when James’ right hand stroked its way down his back and stopped under the curve of his arse. He rested his head and hands on the cushioned arm of the sofa.
Using his left hand to keep Richard in place, James gently rubbed with his right, wanting to make sure Richard’s skin was warm and pliant. It also seemed to be helping him to relax, judging by the noises he was making. Finally, when Richard was squirming helplessly, James stopped. “Are you ready?”
“Y--Yeah. I want it,” Richard panted, and his fingers clung to the material under his head. “Please.”
Without another word of warning, James brought his hand down firmly on Richard’s arse.
“Fuckjesusyes,” Richard moaned, back arching as he ground his hips into James’ leg.
James pushed out a breath he barely realised he’d been holding. “Fuck, yeah,” he echoed quietly, mesmerized by Richard’s reaction while he absently massaged the now-pink flesh.
Dropping his head and pushing back into the touch, Richard sighed deeply. “More.” His voice was shaky again, but with arousal more than nerves.
The second smack was louder, James feeling bolder after the first, but Richard’s whine in response was still clear. “Yes, yes, come on,” he urged, his cock digging insistently into James’ thigh.
That was all the encouragement James needed, his hand coming down again and again, establishing a rhythm without thought. With each stinging smack, Richard thrust into James’ lap, unable to stop the whimpers and groans streaming from his lips.
“Christ, Richard, look at you,” James breathed, pausing to knead the red cheeks of Richard’s arse. They were burning under his palm already, the heat shooting through him to his own very interested erection. “Barely touching you, just my hand on your arse,” he spanked him hard that time, covering a wider area, and Richard nearly bucked loose from his grip, “and you’re almost ready to come just from this.” Richard shivered noticeably at that, and James dug his fingers into a particularly red spot on his left buttock, making him keen. “I think you could,” he continued as if nothing had happened, “I think you could come just from rubbing yourself off on my leg while I spank your arse raw. What do you think?” Another loud smack of skin on skin.
“Fuck, fuck, please, just don’t stop,” Richard babbled, pleading as he kept rocking back and forth between James’ hand and his thigh, the denim underneath wet from his leaking cock.
The smacks started to come faster, no pattern in where they landed, some catching the tops of Richard’s thighs and making him yelp (and James smirk), others carefully aimed for the fleshiest part of his bottom so James could watch it quiver on impact. Richard’s thrusts sped up to match the pace, his body in nearly constant motion as he surged forward and pushed backward, desperate for the friction of the rough fabric.
James was feeling close himself, even without any direct pressure. The sight and feel of Richard riding his leg, of his hand spanking that round flushed arse over and over, was one of the most erotic experiences of his life and he could feel his cock throbbing in its confines. “So fucking hot, you don’t even know,” he murmured, “should film you like this, make you watch yourself writhing in my lap, under my hand.”
Four quick spanks, right on top of each other, and Richard started to tremble. “Oh god, James, you-- I can’t--” he groaned, voice husky and weak.
James delivered another rapid succession of smacks on the ruddiest bit of flesh and pressed up with his leg at the same time, and Richard was suddenly coming hard, shouting wordlessly into the arm of the sofa as he collapsed.
The weight of Richard laying limp in his lap combined with the display of him, worn out and flaming red, was too much for James to take. With one last kneading grope, he took his hand away from Richard to undo his flies and free his neglected cock. “Fuck, you look so-- bloody gorgeous,” he panted, stroking himself hard and fast, unable to tear his eyes away from Richard’s inflamed arse. Richard just hummed and shifted his weight, making his muscles twitch and sending a fresh bolt of arousal through James. Before he could do more than aim, he was coming, white splashing onto red as he fell back into the cushions.
They stayed there like that for a few moments, catching their breath. James couldn’t resist and lightly rubbed some of the wetness into the rosy skin, and Richard sighed deeply. “Mmm, that feels good.”
“You kinky little bugger, Hammond,” James chuckled.
“Hey, my arse burns like... like a fucking caravan right now. You could rub wasabi on me and it’d feel good,” Richard grumbled, but there was a very satisfied smile on his face.
Another laugh, and James gently pulled Richard up into his lap. “Come on. I have actual ointment upstairs. Then maybe I can tell you about some things I’d like to try...”