Fic: The Tortured Intellectual
Title: The Tortured Intellectual
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Glitch/Wyatt
Summary: Wyatt will not stand for being ignored.
The bathroom door opened and a cascade of steam poured out, framing the figure in the doorway like something out of an ancient epic. Wyatt stood there, tall and smooth and damp and wearing only a low-slung towel around his hips. He scrubbed his short hair with a hand towel, sending it into wild spikes that stood up in all directions.
A striking display to be sure. Cain knew. But it was all lost on its intended recipient.
Glitch was sprawled across the bed, nude as the day he escaped from the nanny during potty training. On his stomach and facing the headboard, legs spread in a wide V and toes almost reaching the opposite corners of the foot of the bed. The blankets had been kicked to the floor in deference to the late summer heat, only the sheet remaining. Though only one small corner of it was being used to cover Glitch’s backside.
Wyatt cleared his throat. Glitch didn’t even twitch.
With a sigh of rejection, Wyatt used the small towel in his hand to hastily rid himself of the majority of the water remaining on his body. He tossed that, and the towel around his waist, into the laundry hamper. Stomping his way across the floor, Wyatt crawled up on the bed on his hands and knees, kissing and nipping his way up the back of Glitch’s right leg as he went.
Up over the perfect curve of buttocks and giving special attention to the small of Glitch’s back, Wyatt continued the slow seduction of his bedmate. The sharp edges of Glitch’s shoulder blades made a tempting target and Wyatt stopped there for a time, eyes closed and his knees straddling Glitch’s hips, fists pressed into the mattress on either side of Glitch’s ribcage.
Even when he reached the nape of Glitch’s neck and proceeded to mark it with teeth and tongue, Glitch didn’t so much as tilt his head like he usually did.
Wyatt opened his eyes and looked over Glitch’s shoulder. That was when he spotted the open book under Glitch’s nose.
And also when he noticed Glitch was wearing his reading glasses, the black rims always a beautiful contrast to his ashen face.
They always did things to Wyatt.
Already hard and unwilling to let a simple book keep him from his mate, Wyatt tucked one hand under Glitch’s body and sought out sensitive nipples. Glitch’s neck was long and very enticing, so Wyatt went back to claiming it as his own. He stretched out his legs on either side of Glitch’s until his whole body was touching, groin pressed firmly against upturned ass.
Glitch sighed and turned the page.
“Seriously?” Cain murmured against damp, reddened skin.
“Did you want something?” Glitch asked casually, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and turning his head just enough for Wyatt to see his smirk.
Wyatt growled and slid the book out from under Glitch’s head, closing it with a decisive snap and setting it on the side table. “You.”
Glitch gave a pleased hum and pushed up against Wyatt’s hardness. “Flip for it?”
“You’re killing me,” Wyatt groaned but reached for the two shilling coin they kept on the table. “Call it.” He flicked the silver disk into the air with his thumb.
“Tails,” Glitch called, even as he rubbed on Wyatt’s erection with his ass.
Wyatt grunted and missed the coin, but it landed neatly next to Glitch’s hand, the tails side of the coin showing. “You win.” He picked up the coin and tossed it onto the book.
Glitch squirmed and wiggled until he was on his back, a smug grin of victory curving his dark lips. “You bet I do,” he sighed, one hand slipping between them to grasp Wyatt’s cock. Licking his lips, eyes half-lidded behind his glasses, he was the very depiction of sex. He reached up to take them off but Wyatt’s hand stopped him.
“Leave them on,” Wyatt rumbled, lowering his head for a deep, possessive kiss. When they came up for air, both panting and ready for more, Wyatt reached for the side table again, this time for in search of the lubricating gel they’d snuck out of the resident doctor’s supply cabinet downstairs. It was a vast improvement from the lotion they had been using.
Glitch pulled up his knees and tilted his hips, giving everything he had over to Wyatt. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back, breathing deep and slow as Wyatt pushed gentle fingers into him. Wyatt brushed his lips along the underside of Glitch’s jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that made Glitch feel warm and wanted.
Never one to tease for long, Wyatt soon replaced his fingers with his penis and he rocked his hips forward smoothly. Glitch’s legs came around Wyatt’s hips and they pushed against each other in the familiar dance, finding their rhythm through long practice.
Wyatt braced his elbows on either side of Glitch’s shoulders and glued their mouths together as they shook and drove into one another’s bodies. Glitch’s hands clutched at Wyatt’s slick back, fluttering down until they grasped buttocks whose steady tempo was faltering rapidly.
There was a moment when Glitch paused and reached between them, biting his lip as he worked his hand quickly up and down his own cock. He finally gave a long, breathy moan as he came, then brought his slippery hand back around to pull Wyatt deeper into his shaking body.
Unable to refuse such an invitation, Wyatt captured Glitch’s mouth and plunged in hard and fast, over and over until he trembled with release. Panting and loose-limbed, he rested his head on Glitch’s shoulder.
Glitch’s hand stroking his back brought Wyatt back to semi-awareness and he raised his head, accepting a lazy kiss.
Wyatt slipped Glitch’s reading glasses from his face, Glitch unresisting this time, and set them carefully on the closed book, next to the coin. “I love you, you know that?”
“I know,” Glitch told him softly, pleased. “You know how I know?”
Humoring him, Wyatt smiled and asked, “How?”
“Because you’re going to go get one of those towels you had earlier and clean up the mess we just made.”
Wyatt muffled his laugh on Glitch’s chest, unwilling to lose this closeness just yet.
*~*
End.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Glitch/Wyatt
Summary: Wyatt will not stand for being ignored.
The bathroom door opened and a cascade of steam poured out, framing the figure in the doorway like something out of an ancient epic. Wyatt stood there, tall and smooth and damp and wearing only a low-slung towel around his hips. He scrubbed his short hair with a hand towel, sending it into wild spikes that stood up in all directions.
A striking display to be sure. Cain knew. But it was all lost on its intended recipient.
Glitch was sprawled across the bed, nude as the day he escaped from the nanny during potty training. On his stomach and facing the headboard, legs spread in a wide V and toes almost reaching the opposite corners of the foot of the bed. The blankets had been kicked to the floor in deference to the late summer heat, only the sheet remaining. Though only one small corner of it was being used to cover Glitch’s backside.
Wyatt cleared his throat. Glitch didn’t even twitch.
With a sigh of rejection, Wyatt used the small towel in his hand to hastily rid himself of the majority of the water remaining on his body. He tossed that, and the towel around his waist, into the laundry hamper. Stomping his way across the floor, Wyatt crawled up on the bed on his hands and knees, kissing and nipping his way up the back of Glitch’s right leg as he went.
Up over the perfect curve of buttocks and giving special attention to the small of Glitch’s back, Wyatt continued the slow seduction of his bedmate. The sharp edges of Glitch’s shoulder blades made a tempting target and Wyatt stopped there for a time, eyes closed and his knees straddling Glitch’s hips, fists pressed into the mattress on either side of Glitch’s ribcage.
Even when he reached the nape of Glitch’s neck and proceeded to mark it with teeth and tongue, Glitch didn’t so much as tilt his head like he usually did.
Wyatt opened his eyes and looked over Glitch’s shoulder. That was when he spotted the open book under Glitch’s nose.
And also when he noticed Glitch was wearing his reading glasses, the black rims always a beautiful contrast to his ashen face.
They always did things to Wyatt.
Already hard and unwilling to let a simple book keep him from his mate, Wyatt tucked one hand under Glitch’s body and sought out sensitive nipples. Glitch’s neck was long and very enticing, so Wyatt went back to claiming it as his own. He stretched out his legs on either side of Glitch’s until his whole body was touching, groin pressed firmly against upturned ass.
Glitch sighed and turned the page.
“Seriously?” Cain murmured against damp, reddened skin.
“Did you want something?” Glitch asked casually, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and turning his head just enough for Wyatt to see his smirk.
Wyatt growled and slid the book out from under Glitch’s head, closing it with a decisive snap and setting it on the side table. “You.”
Glitch gave a pleased hum and pushed up against Wyatt’s hardness. “Flip for it?”
“You’re killing me,” Wyatt groaned but reached for the two shilling coin they kept on the table. “Call it.” He flicked the silver disk into the air with his thumb.
“Tails,” Glitch called, even as he rubbed on Wyatt’s erection with his ass.
Wyatt grunted and missed the coin, but it landed neatly next to Glitch’s hand, the tails side of the coin showing. “You win.” He picked up the coin and tossed it onto the book.
Glitch squirmed and wiggled until he was on his back, a smug grin of victory curving his dark lips. “You bet I do,” he sighed, one hand slipping between them to grasp Wyatt’s cock. Licking his lips, eyes half-lidded behind his glasses, he was the very depiction of sex. He reached up to take them off but Wyatt’s hand stopped him.
“Leave them on,” Wyatt rumbled, lowering his head for a deep, possessive kiss. When they came up for air, both panting and ready for more, Wyatt reached for the side table again, this time for in search of the lubricating gel they’d snuck out of the resident doctor’s supply cabinet downstairs. It was a vast improvement from the lotion they had been using.
Glitch pulled up his knees and tilted his hips, giving everything he had over to Wyatt. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back, breathing deep and slow as Wyatt pushed gentle fingers into him. Wyatt brushed his lips along the underside of Glitch’s jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that made Glitch feel warm and wanted.
Never one to tease for long, Wyatt soon replaced his fingers with his penis and he rocked his hips forward smoothly. Glitch’s legs came around Wyatt’s hips and they pushed against each other in the familiar dance, finding their rhythm through long practice.
Wyatt braced his elbows on either side of Glitch’s shoulders and glued their mouths together as they shook and drove into one another’s bodies. Glitch’s hands clutched at Wyatt’s slick back, fluttering down until they grasped buttocks whose steady tempo was faltering rapidly.
There was a moment when Glitch paused and reached between them, biting his lip as he worked his hand quickly up and down his own cock. He finally gave a long, breathy moan as he came, then brought his slippery hand back around to pull Wyatt deeper into his shaking body.
Unable to refuse such an invitation, Wyatt captured Glitch’s mouth and plunged in hard and fast, over and over until he trembled with release. Panting and loose-limbed, he rested his head on Glitch’s shoulder.
Glitch’s hand stroking his back brought Wyatt back to semi-awareness and he raised his head, accepting a lazy kiss.
Wyatt slipped Glitch’s reading glasses from his face, Glitch unresisting this time, and set them carefully on the closed book, next to the coin. “I love you, you know that?”
“I know,” Glitch told him softly, pleased. “You know how I know?”
Humoring him, Wyatt smiled and asked, “How?”
“Because you’re going to go get one of those towels you had earlier and clean up the mess we just made.”
Wyatt muffled his laugh on Glitch’s chest, unwilling to lose this closeness just yet.
*~*
End.