Title: Watching [Tower Prep]
Title: Watching
Word Count: 331
Challenge: solarbaby614’s Five Acts Round Seven: Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Coach: So lets see biting, a lot of both Possessiveness and jealousy, and some clear signs of Ian’s coming Fall.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ian/Conner and reverences to Ian/Coach
Series: All my Tower Prep fics are linked together
Summary: Coach can’t help himself when it comes to Ian, no matter what it is Ian is doing.
Coach wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to look away, to do anything but watch. Yet it was Ian, how could he not watch him, it was all he could do to keep himself in the shadows and keep from joining him.
The younger man was standing in the middle of the moonlit gymnasium; nighttime access gained with the keycard Coach had handed over with only the slightest hesitation when Ian had said he wanted it.
It was hard to watch the two teens sparing, first with staffs then gloves and now nothing but their bodies.
It hadn’t taken long for Coach to realize what his part time lover was doing, they had done it together enough time. With each change of weapons Ian, and following his lead Conner, had removed another article of clothing until they were in shorts and nothing else as Ian changed their fights from punches and kicks to grabs and holds.
Coach had to force himself to breath and let go of the rush ball pillar, he could already feel it bending under the pressure of his grip, as he saw the outline of the reaction the wrestling was having on the two men in their shorts.
He watched as Ian said something, making Conner freeze and let himself be rolled over to his back. Watched as Ian held down Conner’s body with his own developing form.
And then Ian pushed down their shorts Coach wanted to march over a pull Conner out from under Ian and take his place but he knew he couldn’t. Ian knew he was here, if he wanted him to be a part of this he would say so.
That didn’t make it any easier to watch as Ian bit into Conner’s thigh, or hear the ecstasy in Conner’s voice either.
But Coach still did as told when Ian lifted his head from Conner’s groin and looked him right in the eyes and mouthed the word ‘come’ with a grin.
Word Count: 331
Challenge: solarbaby614’s Five Acts Round Seven: Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Coach: So lets see biting, a lot of both Possessiveness and jealousy, and some clear signs of Ian’s coming Fall.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ian/Conner and reverences to Ian/Coach
Series: All my Tower Prep fics are linked together
Summary: Coach can’t help himself when it comes to Ian, no matter what it is Ian is doing.
Coach wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to look away, to do anything but watch. Yet it was Ian, how could he not watch him, it was all he could do to keep himself in the shadows and keep from joining him.
The younger man was standing in the middle of the moonlit gymnasium; nighttime access gained with the keycard Coach had handed over with only the slightest hesitation when Ian had said he wanted it.
It was hard to watch the two teens sparing, first with staffs then gloves and now nothing but their bodies.
It hadn’t taken long for Coach to realize what his part time lover was doing, they had done it together enough time. With each change of weapons Ian, and following his lead Conner, had removed another article of clothing until they were in shorts and nothing else as Ian changed their fights from punches and kicks to grabs and holds.
Coach had to force himself to breath and let go of the rush ball pillar, he could already feel it bending under the pressure of his grip, as he saw the outline of the reaction the wrestling was having on the two men in their shorts.
He watched as Ian said something, making Conner freeze and let himself be rolled over to his back. Watched as Ian held down Conner’s body with his own developing form.
And then Ian pushed down their shorts Coach wanted to march over a pull Conner out from under Ian and take his place but he knew he couldn’t. Ian knew he was here, if he wanted him to be a part of this he would say so.
That didn’t make it any easier to watch as Ian bit into Conner’s thigh, or hear the ecstasy in Conner’s voice either.
But Coach still did as told when Ian lifted his head from Conner’s groin and looked him right in the eyes and mouthed the word ‘come’ with a grin.