Tease
Title: Tease
Characters: Gabriel/Peter
Rating: R, maybe NC-17 depending on how explicit your imagination is
Warnings: None
Word count: 493
Setting: Shattered Salvation AU
Summary: The men are reading in bed. Peter decides to check out Gabriel’s lines.
Author’s Notes: Written for Heroes_Contest Drabble #30, “Line”. Beta by dancingdragon3.
Yeah, Gabriel knew Peter had become distracted from whatever book he had been reading, but Gabe certainly didn’t mind. Not when the thing that had distracted Peter was Gabriel himself. Or at least his body. He’d started to put down aside his own book only to get an exasperated chuffing noise from his husband.
“Go back to reading,” Peter had admonished him. “I let you check me out. I want to check you out for a change.”
Raising a single, doubting-but-intrigued brow, Gabe settled back in. He stared at his book, but he wasn’t reading. How could he when feather-light touches started just under his right nipple as two fingers, then three, then two again made the smallest strokes across his ribs. Peter leaned in so close that Gabriel could feel his hot breath dance over his skin.
Certain parts of Gabriel’s body twitched and his skin tightened in gooseflesh. Peter pulled back and Gabriel whimpered. This was not how he usually ‘checked out’ Peter. That exploration was much more … matter-of-fact, as he seriously and actually wanted to understand and know the territory.
That wasn’t Peter’s style, though. He didn’t know things just to know them. For Gabriel it was all about the destination; for Peter, it was the journey.
And now a new expedition was launched, a bit lower this time, as a single index finger slowly … slowly … slowly circled his navel. Gabriel whimpered.
“You’re supposed to be reading,” Peter purred, leaning over him.
“My eyes have not left the page,” Gabriel promised. A moment later he groaned aloud and shifted his hips as Peter’s clever tongue probed into his belly button, once, twice and then a third very long and lascivious time.
“Read me a line,” Peter breathed over him, making the wet areas alternately warm and cool.
Oh God, Gabriel thought, trying to make sense of the letters he’d been staring at for so long now. “Um … yes. Um …”
Peter’s fingers, index and middle, parted in a V-shape, dragged ever-so-gradually downward, one on each side of his treasure trail. “That’s a very strange line,” Peter mused. “I happen to like this one right here quite a bit more.”
“Mm?” was all Gabriel managed. He curled and uncurled his toes restlessly as Peter poised over the inevitable goal at the end of his travels. He was a scant inch away, so close that the warmth of his face was discernible on Gabriel’s taut, sensitive flesh. But again … for Peter it wasn’t about scoring. It was all about playing the game. He pulled away.
“Arrrggh!” Gabriel cried out in frustration.
Peter just gave an exaggerated sigh and rolled over, reaching for his book again. “Nah, I guess I’m done after all.”
Gabriel managed an inarticulate choking noise and seized a now-laughing Peter from behind. “Like hell you are, you little tease! This game isn’t over until we cross the finish line!”
Characters: Gabriel/Peter
Rating: R, maybe NC-17 depending on how explicit your imagination is
Warnings: None
Word count: 493
Setting: Shattered Salvation AU
Summary: The men are reading in bed. Peter decides to check out Gabriel’s lines.
Author’s Notes: Written for Heroes_Contest Drabble #30, “Line”. Beta by dancingdragon3.
Yeah, Gabriel knew Peter had become distracted from whatever book he had been reading, but Gabe certainly didn’t mind. Not when the thing that had distracted Peter was Gabriel himself. Or at least his body. He’d started to put down aside his own book only to get an exasperated chuffing noise from his husband.
“Go back to reading,” Peter had admonished him. “I let you check me out. I want to check you out for a change.”
Raising a single, doubting-but-intrigued brow, Gabe settled back in. He stared at his book, but he wasn’t reading. How could he when feather-light touches started just under his right nipple as two fingers, then three, then two again made the smallest strokes across his ribs. Peter leaned in so close that Gabriel could feel his hot breath dance over his skin.
Certain parts of Gabriel’s body twitched and his skin tightened in gooseflesh. Peter pulled back and Gabriel whimpered. This was not how he usually ‘checked out’ Peter. That exploration was much more … matter-of-fact, as he seriously and actually wanted to understand and know the territory.
That wasn’t Peter’s style, though. He didn’t know things just to know them. For Gabriel it was all about the destination; for Peter, it was the journey.
And now a new expedition was launched, a bit lower this time, as a single index finger slowly … slowly … slowly circled his navel. Gabriel whimpered.
“You’re supposed to be reading,” Peter purred, leaning over him.
“My eyes have not left the page,” Gabriel promised. A moment later he groaned aloud and shifted his hips as Peter’s clever tongue probed into his belly button, once, twice and then a third very long and lascivious time.
“Read me a line,” Peter breathed over him, making the wet areas alternately warm and cool.
Oh God, Gabriel thought, trying to make sense of the letters he’d been staring at for so long now. “Um … yes. Um …”
Peter’s fingers, index and middle, parted in a V-shape, dragged ever-so-gradually downward, one on each side of his treasure trail. “That’s a very strange line,” Peter mused. “I happen to like this one right here quite a bit more.”
“Mm?” was all Gabriel managed. He curled and uncurled his toes restlessly as Peter poised over the inevitable goal at the end of his travels. He was a scant inch away, so close that the warmth of his face was discernible on Gabriel’s taut, sensitive flesh. But again … for Peter it wasn’t about scoring. It was all about playing the game. He pulled away.
“Arrrggh!” Gabriel cried out in frustration.
Peter just gave an exaggerated sigh and rolled over, reaching for his book again. “Nah, I guess I’m done after all.”
Gabriel managed an inarticulate choking noise and seized a now-laughing Peter from behind. “Like hell you are, you little tease! This game isn’t over until we cross the finish line!”