scarves, will/skandar, nc-17
:D Yay, I got so much writing done today. I have like no plans for the next few weeks.
Title: scarves
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Will/Skandar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Real person slash, and like, the most tame bondage ever. Involving scarves. Yeah.
Summary: While helping Will move into his new flat, Skandar decides to find something 'useful' to do with the many scarves Will owns.
A/N: For windingarrow who requested Will/Skandar, Will's many scarves, and the nickname Skandalous. :) *is nervous* I've never written these guys before, I hope it's okay haha.
"But why? I mean, I know it's a clever nickname and all, but is there a story behind it that I should know?" Skandar asks as he and Will head up the stairs towards Will's new flat.
"Er," says Will, colouring slightly. "I - er, I left a box. Hang on."
He disappears back down the stairs again quite hurriedly, and Skandar sighs, making his way up the rest on his own. Once he gets there, he can already hear footsteps, and he puts down the box he was carrying.
"Will, this is just stupid," Skandar states, frowning as he looks at the box, a rather large one that is labelled 'scarves' in Will's neat, uppercase italics.
"What is?" Will calls from outside the door as he climbs up the fifth flight of stairs.
"This is the third box of scarves that I've brought in," Skandar tells him, turning as Will comes in, a little red in the face from the exertion.
"Third?" asks Will, carefully placing another box on the floor. "That can't be right. I thought I had four."
"Four?" Skandar cries in disbelief. "Why do you need four boxes of scarves?"
Will grins. "What?" he says innocently. "I like them."
"But what can you use them for?" Skandar asks, dropping to his knees and attempting to tear off the tape on the box.
"Use them for?" Will echoes, looking confused. "You don't use them, you wear them. You don't really get fashion, do you, Skandar?"
Skandar doesn't say anything, but he gives him a look that Will interprets to mean something along the lines of 'You are so gay'. Skandar then starts looking around for the craft-knife. He'd used it once earlier, even though they weren't finished bringing in all the boxes, because Will had told him not to look in a particular one, and it made him curious. It turned out to be a whole box of mementos from when they'd filmed The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, which was fun, because it meant he got to tease Will for about half an hour about how sentimental he was.
"What are you doing?" Will asks as Skandar finds the craft-knife and begins cutting into the box. "Careful! Some of them are expensive!"
Skandar cracks up at this, pulling out a couple of Will's favourite scarves and examining them. He nods to himself. "Yep, these look like they'll do quite nicely."
"Do quite nicely for what?" asks Will nervously. Skandar says nothing, but holds out his hand for Will to take, and leads him into the bedroom. "What are we doing?"
"Lie down," Skandar says simply, clambering onto the bed.
"But - it's not even made," Will protests, looking doubtful.
"Are you actually expecting me to let you go and find the box that has the sheets in, and then help you make the bed?" Skandar asks.
Will frowns and obliges. He has a good point, after all.
"Arms out," says Skandar.
"What? You mean-"
Skandar sighs, crawling up to Will and flinging his arms out himself. He wraps the first scarf around Will's left wrist, and then around the bedpost, tying it tightly. Will struggles a little, and discovers that the knot won't come loose. "Where'd you learn to do that?" he asks, momentarily distracted.
"Boy scouts," Skandar replies, grimacing, and he deals with Will's other hand. Will fights back a laugh, and Skandar looks at him sternly. "Is something funny?"
"I'm just imagining you in a boy scouts uniform, that's all," Will snickers.
"Oh really?" Skandar asks, grinning. "You like the idea of that?"
"No - I didn't mean..."
Skandar leans down, knees on either side of Will's body, and kisses him, cutting off whatever excuse he'd been about to make. Skandar starts to rock back and forth as he kisses Will, rubbing against him, and Will strains against his bonds, wishing he could use his hands. Skandar, however, is using his hands pretty extensively, first placing them on Will's face and neck, then running them down his chest, steadying them against his hips, and finally using them to pay some attention to the growing bulge in Will's jeans.
He keeps kissing him while doing this, and Will reflects on the fact that this is one of the things he really loves about Skandar. He kisses with his whole body, putting everything into it, always eager. It had surprised Will the first time, but it had also managed to convince him that Skandar really did want him - something he had been doubtful about up until then.
Skandar unzips Will's jeans and tugs them, and his boxers, down. Will looks at his body, frowning. "Socks," he reminds Skandar. Skandar always makes this mistake. Skandar rolls his eyes, yanking Will's socks off and throwing them at him.
"Hey!" Will laughs, instinctively trying to move his hands to throw the socks back, and he sighs when he realises he can't.
"Ha," says Skandar triumphantly, before settling down between Will's legs and teasingly running a finger over his erection.
Will makes an embarrassing sort of grunting sound, and wishes he could put his hand over his mouth to stop anything like that happening again. Skandar's not interested though. He spits in his palm before wrapping it around the base of Will's hard, swollen cock. Will gasps at the sudden contact, and Skandar slicks the bead of precum at the tip over Will's length, bringing his hand up and down.
Will groans, not able to stop himself, and watches helplessly as Skandar's fist moves fast and tight around his cock. He wishes he could touch Skandar too - usually he did, when it was like this - and he finds himself bucking his hips desperately, fucking Skandar's hand as it slows down. Suddenly Skandar lets go, shifting on the bed, and Will strains against his scarf-handcuffs, lifting his head off the mattress to see what's going on.
Skandar is crouching over his cock, his mouth right above it, and Will stares at him in surprise. Skandar just gives him a cheeky grin in response, which has the effect of making Will want to thrust upwards, but luckily Skandar is quicker, enveloping his cock in the soft wet heat of his mouth. Will moans, throwing his head back down against the mattress. The suction is so good, almost too much, and Skandar's lips strain tight around him, working their way up and down the shaft.
Will can't believe how difficult it is not to be able to use his hands. He doesn't know what he'd be using them for if he could - hopefully not grabbing Skandar's head or anything forceful like that, but he'd sort of like to be able to tangle his fingers in Skandar's curls, or link their fingers together and grip his hand to let him know just how fucking good this is. He squirms as Skandar's mouth lets him go. His hips jerk involuntarily as Skandar presses his tongue to his cock, pointed but soft as he licks the slit and then all over the head, making Will's breathing come in short little gasps.
Skandar's fingers curl around the base of his cock again, sliding quickly up and down, wet with his saliva, and then he ducks his head back down, slipping Will's cock back into his mouth with ease and sucking hard.
"Oh God," Will chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut because it's too much to watch Skandar's dark head bobbing up and down between his legs, too much to see his cock disappearing into Skandar's mouth, between his shiny, wet lips. He curls his toes and clenches his fists, his whole body feeling tight and tense, and his back arches as Skandar works his cock with his mouth and hand, both hot and tight and fast and so good.
He knows Skandar's going to take this opportunity to tease him while he's tied up, so he's not surprised when the mouth leaves his cock abruptly for a moment to be replaced by a hand. At this point, though, Will honestly doesn't care what he's doing as long as there's friction, and Skandar's making plenty of that, twisting and sliding his hand in just the right way.
Skandar dips his head again, keeping his hand moving, and Will feels a hot, wet tongue against his aching balls. He lifts his legs, groaning again and not even caring, giving Skandar better access. He pulls against the scarves again, still distantly hoping he's not damaging them at all, and then suddenly Skandar's lips are back around his cock. He gasps. He thinks Skandar kind of gives head like he kisses - enthusiastically and like there's not a single other thing on his mind. He wonders why Skandar's never done this before, considering he's so good at it, but there's not a lot of space left in his head to dwell on this, and Skandar's tongue teases the head of his cock as if he's demanding attention. Will pulls against the scarves, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer, twisting and turning in his spine as his muscles tighten.
He risks a look down between his legs, craning his neck as he lifts his head up off the bed. Skandar realises and looks up at him, his eyes wide and dark, and Will feels like he's going to explode. Skandar has this way of looking completely innocent, even when he's quite obviously up to no good. Will had noticed it when Skandar was pranking people or sneaking more chocolate and Coke when he wasn't allowed, and he couldn't believe it when he discovered it even worked that way in bed. Skandar watches Will intently, sucking and stroking his cock, and it's just too much.
"Skan - Skandar - I'm coming," Will sputters, and his whole body tenses and relaxes, tenses and relaxes as he comes, spurting into Skandar's mouth because it's still there, still hot and wet around him. He gazes down at Skandar, feeling weak and tired, his arms sore and aching from being kept in the same position so long. Skandar suddenly leaps up and runs from the room, and Will hears him spit into the sink.
"You know, if you swallow it, it doesn't stay in your mouth as long!" he calls, laughing.
Skandar comes back in and sticks out his tongue at him. "You know I could just leave you tied up like that with your cock out," he says, smirking.
"Don't you dare!" Will cries, and Skandar scratches his chin mock-thoughtfully before getting back on the bed and untying the knots in the scarves.
"See," Skandar says, grinning as he runs the scarves through his hands, looking at them. "That's a good reason to have lots of scarves."
Will just smiles, shaking his head. "And that is why I call you Skandalous," he says. "Because there is no other nickname for a guy who will tie me to my own bed with scarves, and go down on me."
"Okay," Skandar says happily. "I accept the nickname, in that case."
Title: scarves
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Will/Skandar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Real person slash, and like, the most tame bondage ever. Involving scarves. Yeah.
Summary: While helping Will move into his new flat, Skandar decides to find something 'useful' to do with the many scarves Will owns.
A/N: For windingarrow who requested Will/Skandar, Will's many scarves, and the nickname Skandalous. :) *is nervous* I've never written these guys before, I hope it's okay haha.
"But why? I mean, I know it's a clever nickname and all, but is there a story behind it that I should know?" Skandar asks as he and Will head up the stairs towards Will's new flat.
"Er," says Will, colouring slightly. "I - er, I left a box. Hang on."
He disappears back down the stairs again quite hurriedly, and Skandar sighs, making his way up the rest on his own. Once he gets there, he can already hear footsteps, and he puts down the box he was carrying.
"Will, this is just stupid," Skandar states, frowning as he looks at the box, a rather large one that is labelled 'scarves' in Will's neat, uppercase italics.
"What is?" Will calls from outside the door as he climbs up the fifth flight of stairs.
"This is the third box of scarves that I've brought in," Skandar tells him, turning as Will comes in, a little red in the face from the exertion.
"Third?" asks Will, carefully placing another box on the floor. "That can't be right. I thought I had four."
"Four?" Skandar cries in disbelief. "Why do you need four boxes of scarves?"
Will grins. "What?" he says innocently. "I like them."
"But what can you use them for?" Skandar asks, dropping to his knees and attempting to tear off the tape on the box.
"Use them for?" Will echoes, looking confused. "You don't use them, you wear them. You don't really get fashion, do you, Skandar?"
Skandar doesn't say anything, but he gives him a look that Will interprets to mean something along the lines of 'You are so gay'. Skandar then starts looking around for the craft-knife. He'd used it once earlier, even though they weren't finished bringing in all the boxes, because Will had told him not to look in a particular one, and it made him curious. It turned out to be a whole box of mementos from when they'd filmed The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, which was fun, because it meant he got to tease Will for about half an hour about how sentimental he was.
"What are you doing?" Will asks as Skandar finds the craft-knife and begins cutting into the box. "Careful! Some of them are expensive!"
Skandar cracks up at this, pulling out a couple of Will's favourite scarves and examining them. He nods to himself. "Yep, these look like they'll do quite nicely."
"Do quite nicely for what?" asks Will nervously. Skandar says nothing, but holds out his hand for Will to take, and leads him into the bedroom. "What are we doing?"
"Lie down," Skandar says simply, clambering onto the bed.
"But - it's not even made," Will protests, looking doubtful.
"Are you actually expecting me to let you go and find the box that has the sheets in, and then help you make the bed?" Skandar asks.
Will frowns and obliges. He has a good point, after all.
"Arms out," says Skandar.
"What? You mean-"
Skandar sighs, crawling up to Will and flinging his arms out himself. He wraps the first scarf around Will's left wrist, and then around the bedpost, tying it tightly. Will struggles a little, and discovers that the knot won't come loose. "Where'd you learn to do that?" he asks, momentarily distracted.
"Boy scouts," Skandar replies, grimacing, and he deals with Will's other hand. Will fights back a laugh, and Skandar looks at him sternly. "Is something funny?"
"I'm just imagining you in a boy scouts uniform, that's all," Will snickers.
"Oh really?" Skandar asks, grinning. "You like the idea of that?"
"No - I didn't mean..."
Skandar leans down, knees on either side of Will's body, and kisses him, cutting off whatever excuse he'd been about to make. Skandar starts to rock back and forth as he kisses Will, rubbing against him, and Will strains against his bonds, wishing he could use his hands. Skandar, however, is using his hands pretty extensively, first placing them on Will's face and neck, then running them down his chest, steadying them against his hips, and finally using them to pay some attention to the growing bulge in Will's jeans.
He keeps kissing him while doing this, and Will reflects on the fact that this is one of the things he really loves about Skandar. He kisses with his whole body, putting everything into it, always eager. It had surprised Will the first time, but it had also managed to convince him that Skandar really did want him - something he had been doubtful about up until then.
Skandar unzips Will's jeans and tugs them, and his boxers, down. Will looks at his body, frowning. "Socks," he reminds Skandar. Skandar always makes this mistake. Skandar rolls his eyes, yanking Will's socks off and throwing them at him.
"Hey!" Will laughs, instinctively trying to move his hands to throw the socks back, and he sighs when he realises he can't.
"Ha," says Skandar triumphantly, before settling down between Will's legs and teasingly running a finger over his erection.
Will makes an embarrassing sort of grunting sound, and wishes he could put his hand over his mouth to stop anything like that happening again. Skandar's not interested though. He spits in his palm before wrapping it around the base of Will's hard, swollen cock. Will gasps at the sudden contact, and Skandar slicks the bead of precum at the tip over Will's length, bringing his hand up and down.
Will groans, not able to stop himself, and watches helplessly as Skandar's fist moves fast and tight around his cock. He wishes he could touch Skandar too - usually he did, when it was like this - and he finds himself bucking his hips desperately, fucking Skandar's hand as it slows down. Suddenly Skandar lets go, shifting on the bed, and Will strains against his scarf-handcuffs, lifting his head off the mattress to see what's going on.
Skandar is crouching over his cock, his mouth right above it, and Will stares at him in surprise. Skandar just gives him a cheeky grin in response, which has the effect of making Will want to thrust upwards, but luckily Skandar is quicker, enveloping his cock in the soft wet heat of his mouth. Will moans, throwing his head back down against the mattress. The suction is so good, almost too much, and Skandar's lips strain tight around him, working their way up and down the shaft.
Will can't believe how difficult it is not to be able to use his hands. He doesn't know what he'd be using them for if he could - hopefully not grabbing Skandar's head or anything forceful like that, but he'd sort of like to be able to tangle his fingers in Skandar's curls, or link their fingers together and grip his hand to let him know just how fucking good this is. He squirms as Skandar's mouth lets him go. His hips jerk involuntarily as Skandar presses his tongue to his cock, pointed but soft as he licks the slit and then all over the head, making Will's breathing come in short little gasps.
Skandar's fingers curl around the base of his cock again, sliding quickly up and down, wet with his saliva, and then he ducks his head back down, slipping Will's cock back into his mouth with ease and sucking hard.
"Oh God," Will chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut because it's too much to watch Skandar's dark head bobbing up and down between his legs, too much to see his cock disappearing into Skandar's mouth, between his shiny, wet lips. He curls his toes and clenches his fists, his whole body feeling tight and tense, and his back arches as Skandar works his cock with his mouth and hand, both hot and tight and fast and so good.
He knows Skandar's going to take this opportunity to tease him while he's tied up, so he's not surprised when the mouth leaves his cock abruptly for a moment to be replaced by a hand. At this point, though, Will honestly doesn't care what he's doing as long as there's friction, and Skandar's making plenty of that, twisting and sliding his hand in just the right way.
Skandar dips his head again, keeping his hand moving, and Will feels a hot, wet tongue against his aching balls. He lifts his legs, groaning again and not even caring, giving Skandar better access. He pulls against the scarves again, still distantly hoping he's not damaging them at all, and then suddenly Skandar's lips are back around his cock. He gasps. He thinks Skandar kind of gives head like he kisses - enthusiastically and like there's not a single other thing on his mind. He wonders why Skandar's never done this before, considering he's so good at it, but there's not a lot of space left in his head to dwell on this, and Skandar's tongue teases the head of his cock as if he's demanding attention. Will pulls against the scarves, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer, twisting and turning in his spine as his muscles tighten.
He risks a look down between his legs, craning his neck as he lifts his head up off the bed. Skandar realises and looks up at him, his eyes wide and dark, and Will feels like he's going to explode. Skandar has this way of looking completely innocent, even when he's quite obviously up to no good. Will had noticed it when Skandar was pranking people or sneaking more chocolate and Coke when he wasn't allowed, and he couldn't believe it when he discovered it even worked that way in bed. Skandar watches Will intently, sucking and stroking his cock, and it's just too much.
"Skan - Skandar - I'm coming," Will sputters, and his whole body tenses and relaxes, tenses and relaxes as he comes, spurting into Skandar's mouth because it's still there, still hot and wet around him. He gazes down at Skandar, feeling weak and tired, his arms sore and aching from being kept in the same position so long. Skandar suddenly leaps up and runs from the room, and Will hears him spit into the sink.
"You know, if you swallow it, it doesn't stay in your mouth as long!" he calls, laughing.
Skandar comes back in and sticks out his tongue at him. "You know I could just leave you tied up like that with your cock out," he says, smirking.
"Don't you dare!" Will cries, and Skandar scratches his chin mock-thoughtfully before getting back on the bed and untying the knots in the scarves.
"See," Skandar says, grinning as he runs the scarves through his hands, looking at them. "That's a good reason to have lots of scarves."
Will just smiles, shaking his head. "And that is why I call you Skandalous," he says. "Because there is no other nickname for a guy who will tie me to my own bed with scarves, and go down on me."
"Okay," Skandar says happily. "I accept the nickname, in that case."