Fic: the sweet taste of forbidden (Sanctuary)
Title: the sweet taste of forbidden
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: James Watson/John Druitt
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC 17 (for drug use and well, sex)
Disclaimer: Own nothing, just the porn!
AN: Written for sfa_pornbattle , prompt was "cocaine".
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James didn’t know what to expect from this late night trip. John had cornered him in the library; he had left Helen to study and came over to James whispering something to his ear. James had shivered then but it wasn’t from the message itself. It was from the closeness of his friend.
John had obviously forgotten the term personal space or at least, pretended that it doesn’t exist. When he had leaned over to James, their legs brushed and James felt the scratch of John’s unshaved skin. He still felt his penis twitch when he thought about that now.
He didn’t have a chance to refuse then, now he desperately regretted it.
“John, what is this place?” he asked when they passed the third kissing couple, two men. Their shirts were open and they devoured each other’s mouths like it was the only possible way how to live, like oxygen only worked when someone else gave it to you.
“Wait and see, dear friend,” he turned briefly to him and James saw his eyes in the dim light. They were glistering and his pupils were abnormally enlarged. Cocaine, he suspected for quite a while. He also suspected that Helen knew too.
They passed a small podium, young girl was singing her heart out and James stopped for a while. She wasn’t human or at least, she wasn’t female.
When he turned away, John was already gone. But then a curtain moved and James could see his friend sitting on a comfortable looking divan, two large cups already in front of him. He was smiling, a lazy smile which was accompanied by half closed lids. James breath hitched again as he observed his friend.
His long muscular legs, a chest that shouldn’t be hidden behind any piece of clothing, his lean neck, face, and eyes that told him more than any philosophy book anytime did.
James tried to shake off those feelings, tried to think of him as colleague, as fiancée of his dear friend but there was more to it, so much more and as he was nearing John, James couldn’t help but suspect that his friend might harbor same feelings considering this place.
Or it was a very cruel joke.
“Sit to me, James, drink with me,” John spoke as soon as James sat next to him. He took the cup and sniffed to it, wine, red and very rich. John shouldn’t drink that, the cocaine was working its magic already and it could only lead to something disastrous.
“John, we should go. You aren’t in state to wander on the streets,” James started to protest but was cut off by his friend. John still leaning his head on the divan grasped him behind his neck and pulled him toward him for a hungry kiss. James felt his breath stop and his body responded immediately. But he couldn’t, he shouldn’t. John was drugged and his feelings would be taking advantage of his state.
He pushed him away and Johns back hit the back of the divan with a soft thud. They were both breathing heavily, their lips wet from each other.
“Stop,” James whispered a dangerous undertone was evident in his voice. John didn’t need to be sober to know he doesn’t want to stop. He leaned again, this time pushing at him more forcefully, holding him by arms.
James tried to resist but when John´s tongue invaded his mouth, he lost. The doctor started to reciprocate kisses, caught John´s head in his hands pushing them closer, as close as it was possible.
It was heaven and hell in once, sweetness and madness mixed together in kisses and touches. More pushing, more pulling, clothes were removed and nobody in the room noticed. They were used to it; this place was made for it.
John was bold in his ministrations, he let his hand wander under James clothes, let his hand touch his cock, squeeze it and then, oh yes, taking him between his lips.
James could only hold on the divan which was slowly disappearing under him, dissolving into passion so strong. He never experienced this before, yes, James experimented with sexuality but John was forbidden fruit, a taboo. But he didn’t seem to think the same as he swallowed his cock and James pushed his hips forward as he came.
John smiled at him, his lips red and wet and James leaned forward holding him by his chin. He tasted himself on his tongue and it was everything he ever imagined it would be. Perfection and damnation.
He helped John and he plastered himself at his side. Johns cock was hard against his hip and his lips were close to his ear. Another shiver run through his body when his friend´s words registered.
“I took you here for this, James. I took you here to kiss and touch you and I took cocaine to have enough guts to do so. Now is your time to repay your dept. Touch me, James, touch me.”
And James did but he never really had another chance.
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: James Watson/John Druitt
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC 17 (for drug use and well, sex)
Disclaimer: Own nothing, just the porn!
AN: Written for sfa_pornbattle , prompt was "cocaine".
...
James didn’t know what to expect from this late night trip. John had cornered him in the library; he had left Helen to study and came over to James whispering something to his ear. James had shivered then but it wasn’t from the message itself. It was from the closeness of his friend.
John had obviously forgotten the term personal space or at least, pretended that it doesn’t exist. When he had leaned over to James, their legs brushed and James felt the scratch of John’s unshaved skin. He still felt his penis twitch when he thought about that now.
He didn’t have a chance to refuse then, now he desperately regretted it.
“John, what is this place?” he asked when they passed the third kissing couple, two men. Their shirts were open and they devoured each other’s mouths like it was the only possible way how to live, like oxygen only worked when someone else gave it to you.
“Wait and see, dear friend,” he turned briefly to him and James saw his eyes in the dim light. They were glistering and his pupils were abnormally enlarged. Cocaine, he suspected for quite a while. He also suspected that Helen knew too.
They passed a small podium, young girl was singing her heart out and James stopped for a while. She wasn’t human or at least, she wasn’t female.
When he turned away, John was already gone. But then a curtain moved and James could see his friend sitting on a comfortable looking divan, two large cups already in front of him. He was smiling, a lazy smile which was accompanied by half closed lids. James breath hitched again as he observed his friend.
His long muscular legs, a chest that shouldn’t be hidden behind any piece of clothing, his lean neck, face, and eyes that told him more than any philosophy book anytime did.
James tried to shake off those feelings, tried to think of him as colleague, as fiancée of his dear friend but there was more to it, so much more and as he was nearing John, James couldn’t help but suspect that his friend might harbor same feelings considering this place.
Or it was a very cruel joke.
“Sit to me, James, drink with me,” John spoke as soon as James sat next to him. He took the cup and sniffed to it, wine, red and very rich. John shouldn’t drink that, the cocaine was working its magic already and it could only lead to something disastrous.
“John, we should go. You aren’t in state to wander on the streets,” James started to protest but was cut off by his friend. John still leaning his head on the divan grasped him behind his neck and pulled him toward him for a hungry kiss. James felt his breath stop and his body responded immediately. But he couldn’t, he shouldn’t. John was drugged and his feelings would be taking advantage of his state.
He pushed him away and Johns back hit the back of the divan with a soft thud. They were both breathing heavily, their lips wet from each other.
“Stop,” James whispered a dangerous undertone was evident in his voice. John didn’t need to be sober to know he doesn’t want to stop. He leaned again, this time pushing at him more forcefully, holding him by arms.
James tried to resist but when John´s tongue invaded his mouth, he lost. The doctor started to reciprocate kisses, caught John´s head in his hands pushing them closer, as close as it was possible.
It was heaven and hell in once, sweetness and madness mixed together in kisses and touches. More pushing, more pulling, clothes were removed and nobody in the room noticed. They were used to it; this place was made for it.
John was bold in his ministrations, he let his hand wander under James clothes, let his hand touch his cock, squeeze it and then, oh yes, taking him between his lips.
James could only hold on the divan which was slowly disappearing under him, dissolving into passion so strong. He never experienced this before, yes, James experimented with sexuality but John was forbidden fruit, a taboo. But he didn’t seem to think the same as he swallowed his cock and James pushed his hips forward as he came.
John smiled at him, his lips red and wet and James leaned forward holding him by his chin. He tasted himself on his tongue and it was everything he ever imagined it would be. Perfection and damnation.
He helped John and he plastered himself at his side. Johns cock was hard against his hip and his lips were close to his ear. Another shiver run through his body when his friend´s words registered.
“I took you here for this, James. I took you here to kiss and touch you and I took cocaine to have enough guts to do so. Now is your time to repay your dept. Touch me, James, touch me.”
And James did but he never really had another chance.