Fic: Monochrome (1/1)
Title: Monochrome
Rating: R
Pairing: Tony/Rhodey
Word Count: 264
Summary: These lights are blinding. For gottalovev, who requested “Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, public sex” at toestastegood’s, Five Acts Meme. Exceedingly Vague Spoilers for Iron Man 2 (2010).
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: I would probably never write this pairing if not for the amazing gottalovev and her prompting -- which I adore, because I so enjoy these two together :)
Monochrome
The lights -- their reflections twice over -- are blinding, so he closes his eyes, often does; he understands the glasses, now, those ruby colored lenses less a cliche, more of a statement. The world’s all white lights and dark shadows: someone’s got to add a little color.
He sees stars, flashes behind his eyelids as Tony rocks against him, making sure that every crease of his suit, everything line of the skin beneath -- every break in the wall at his back -- is noticed, cherished, known like the fire in his veins as he pants, as Tony thrusts harder, deeper, without a word; as Tony’s mouth sucks at the pulse in his neck with a groan that could move mountains: feral, wanton. Primal.
His hands slide under the lapels of Tony’s jacket, pop a seam or two as they clench and pull at the shirt stretched over his shoulder blades; Tony slips with the force for an instant -- inconsequential; everything -- and his tongue slides up Jim’s throat until the noise of the adoring crowd beyond is drowned out, finally, by the drumbeat hammering in his ears.
The world’s all light and shadow; and it can’t be black and white forever.
Jim -- the force of release shuddering through him like the roar of an engine, the rapid-fire of war: mechanical, unbidden, until his fingers loosen against golden skin, stained in the Malibu sun, and he can breathe again; Jim’s just glad it’s not up to him to add the colors.
He opens his eyes.
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Rating: R
Pairing: Tony/Rhodey
Word Count: 264
Summary: These lights are blinding. For gottalovev, who requested “Iron Man, Tony/Rhodey, public sex” at toestastegood’s, Five Acts Meme. Exceedingly Vague Spoilers for Iron Man 2 (2010).
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: I would probably never write this pairing if not for the amazing gottalovev and her prompting -- which I adore, because I so enjoy these two together :)
Monochrome
The lights -- their reflections twice over -- are blinding, so he closes his eyes, often does; he understands the glasses, now, those ruby colored lenses less a cliche, more of a statement. The world’s all white lights and dark shadows: someone’s got to add a little color.
He sees stars, flashes behind his eyelids as Tony rocks against him, making sure that every crease of his suit, everything line of the skin beneath -- every break in the wall at his back -- is noticed, cherished, known like the fire in his veins as he pants, as Tony thrusts harder, deeper, without a word; as Tony’s mouth sucks at the pulse in his neck with a groan that could move mountains: feral, wanton. Primal.
His hands slide under the lapels of Tony’s jacket, pop a seam or two as they clench and pull at the shirt stretched over his shoulder blades; Tony slips with the force for an instant -- inconsequential; everything -- and his tongue slides up Jim’s throat until the noise of the adoring crowd beyond is drowned out, finally, by the drumbeat hammering in his ears.
The world’s all light and shadow; and it can’t be black and white forever.
Jim -- the force of release shuddering through him like the roar of an engine, the rapid-fire of war: mechanical, unbidden, until his fingers loosen against golden skin, stained in the Malibu sun, and he can breathe again; Jim’s just glad it’s not up to him to add the colors.
He opens his eyes.
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