#81-Embarrassment[YuanxBotta]
Title: Perfect Timing
Prompt #: 81-Embarrassment
Character(s): Yuan, Botta
Rating/Warnings: yaoi, mature themes
Word Count (if a fic): 1,157
Author's Notes: A foray into new territory for me. My twisted sense of humour plus a bit of sexiness equals this fic. I'll also have to thank 'Rina for plotting-I mean, planning with me.
Yuan was terribly lonely. Botta was to be gone for a month on an infiltration mission in Kvar’s ranch. Thirty days without Botta. He had gotten so used to being near Botta, both physically and mentally: the touches and caresses, the heated looks, and of course the sex. Well, it wasn’t really sex, it was passionate lovemaking, or so said his sappy romantic side.
Well, one thing was for certain… He was sure he couldn’t last for thirty days.
On the sixth day, Yuan rummaged through his personal belongings and found was he was looking for. He looked at it, and set it aside, convincing himself he didn’t need it. But inside of burying it back where it was, he set it on the top and closed the trunk.
On the tenth day, one of the senior staff commented on Yuan’s paperwork not being done in a timely manner. Yuan just shook it off, telling him he’d get to it. But that night, he bypassed his desk entirely to take a hot shower, to let off some steam, if you will.
On the seventeenth day, Yuan was sure the girls knew something. They all looked at him sympathetically, patting him on the back, and doing his paperwork, much to his surprise. One even told him that if he needed a lap dance, she’d give him one. Yuan just declined politely, and walked off, shaking his head, wondering how women can just sense homosexual men.
On the twentieth day, he was sure he would go mad from severe lack of sexual pleasure. Well, to be perfectly honest, it was more of a severe lack of Botta. He once again opened his trunk, staring at it. He thought for a quick second before dropping the lid on the trunk and stashing it in his bathroom, hidden in a basket of towels.
On the twenty-fifth day, he was desperate. He locked the door to his room with a code that only two people in the world knew, one of them him, and took a steamy shower, pleasuring himself under the hot spray. He closed his eyes, savoring it, before turning off the water, and engulfing himself in a white towel that, in all seriousness, smelled of Botta and his cologne. He walked back into the bedroom, but not before grabbing the object he’d stashed underneath the towels.
His mistake: leaving the bathroom.
Meanwhile, on the twenty-fifth day, Botta arrived back at the base earlier than expected. Pulling off the standard Desian helmet, he tossed it over his head, smirking as he thought of what he would probably doing in an hour’s time from now. He didn’t even bother with going to his room to change, he just treaded down the familiar corridors to Yuan’s room, hoping to surprise his no doubt deprived lover.
Yuan dropped the towel around his ankles, slipping into a comfortable position on the bed sitting on his legs, knees bent under him. He searched the nightstand for the lube they kept, spreading it liberally on his fingers before slipping them into his entrance, teasing it. He moaned, pleasure overcoming pain at the feel of being touched there after so long. Scissoring around inside of himself, he closed his eyes, imagining it was Botta’s fingers instead of his own, pressing his spot and making him writhe on the bed.
Reluctantly he removed them, before taking a deep breath and steeling himself for what he was about to do. He closed his eyes, flicked the switch, and plunged the vibrator into himself.
Botta slipped down corridors in the after-hours silence before getting to Yuan’s office. The first door opened with the correct code, and he slipped through the office. He noticed the piles of paperwork on Yuan’s usually spotless desk, and wondered why he wouldn’t be doing it normally. But he put it to the back of his mind as he stepped up to the second door, putting in the passcode. The door denied it. Botta blinked, and then put in the secret code that only the two of them knew.
He stood stock-still in doorway for a good minute, not even blinking. A slow smirk spread across his face as he stepped in, and the door slid soundlessly shut behind him. He leaned back on the door, crossed his arms, and just watched.
By this time, a sheen of sweat covered Yuan’s body, as he plunged the vibrator into his body up to the hilt, then pulled it almost all the way out again and repeated. He stroked himself in time with the thrusts, his body being jerked almost like a marionette on strings. In his mind’s eye, he could see Botta smirking down on him, jerking him off while he impaled Yuan with his own throbbing erection.
He managed to choke out Botta’s name, putting every single ounce of pleasure he could put in that single name, as waves of his orgasm started to crash over him.
Just as he doubled over, his body feeling like it was on fire, he caught gravity-defying brown hair right out of the corner of his eyes, leaning on the door. He froze, the passion ebbing so he could turn marginally to the left to see Botta in a Desian’s uniform, his arms crossed, leaning on the door, the ghost of a smirk on his face.
“Miss me?”
The fiery passion that had engulfed Yuan suddenly left, leaving him mortified. He was sure his entire body went a brilliant shade of red at being caught in the act.
“I-You… But- Not what it looks like!” Yuan’s mouth stumbled over the words as he burned brighter in embarrassment and shame. The vibrator slipped out of his grasp, hitting the off switch as it thumped soundly on the bed, covered slightly in the lube he had used to prepare himself. He kept trying to explain himself, made harder by the fact that he couldn’t even complete a whole sentence, and he was desperately avoiding looking at Botta.
He just wanted to die right there, just curl up and die and never have to face Botta ever again. But of course, whatever deities were up there had different plans for the mortified half-elf.
He felt two fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up into Botta’s brown eyes. His mouth froze open as he looked into Botta’s intense gaze - which did not look at all offended, much to Yuan’s shock.
“I believe the answer is yes, correct?”
“Yes…” Yuan whimpered. Botta pushed him back on the bed, taking advantage of Yuan’s still gaping mouth to ravage the inside of it. His hand grabbed Yuan’s wrist and led it down to take note of his impressive erection caged within the tight pants of a Desian underling.
“You should do that again sometime,” Botta whispered sensually in his ear. “Just make sure I’m here to watch.”
Yuan, embarrassment forgotten for a moment, almost purred.
Prompt #: 81-Embarrassment
Character(s): Yuan, Botta
Rating/Warnings: yaoi, mature themes
Word Count (if a fic): 1,157
Author's Notes: A foray into new territory for me. My twisted sense of humour plus a bit of sexiness equals this fic. I'll also have to thank 'Rina for plotting-I mean, planning with me.
Yuan was terribly lonely. Botta was to be gone for a month on an infiltration mission in Kvar’s ranch. Thirty days without Botta. He had gotten so used to being near Botta, both physically and mentally: the touches and caresses, the heated looks, and of course the sex. Well, it wasn’t really sex, it was passionate lovemaking, or so said his sappy romantic side.
Well, one thing was for certain… He was sure he couldn’t last for thirty days.
On the sixth day, Yuan rummaged through his personal belongings and found was he was looking for. He looked at it, and set it aside, convincing himself he didn’t need it. But inside of burying it back where it was, he set it on the top and closed the trunk.
On the tenth day, one of the senior staff commented on Yuan’s paperwork not being done in a timely manner. Yuan just shook it off, telling him he’d get to it. But that night, he bypassed his desk entirely to take a hot shower, to let off some steam, if you will.
On the seventeenth day, Yuan was sure the girls knew something. They all looked at him sympathetically, patting him on the back, and doing his paperwork, much to his surprise. One even told him that if he needed a lap dance, she’d give him one. Yuan just declined politely, and walked off, shaking his head, wondering how women can just sense homosexual men.
On the twentieth day, he was sure he would go mad from severe lack of sexual pleasure. Well, to be perfectly honest, it was more of a severe lack of Botta. He once again opened his trunk, staring at it. He thought for a quick second before dropping the lid on the trunk and stashing it in his bathroom, hidden in a basket of towels.
On the twenty-fifth day, he was desperate. He locked the door to his room with a code that only two people in the world knew, one of them him, and took a steamy shower, pleasuring himself under the hot spray. He closed his eyes, savoring it, before turning off the water, and engulfing himself in a white towel that, in all seriousness, smelled of Botta and his cologne. He walked back into the bedroom, but not before grabbing the object he’d stashed underneath the towels.
His mistake: leaving the bathroom.
Meanwhile, on the twenty-fifth day, Botta arrived back at the base earlier than expected. Pulling off the standard Desian helmet, he tossed it over his head, smirking as he thought of what he would probably doing in an hour’s time from now. He didn’t even bother with going to his room to change, he just treaded down the familiar corridors to Yuan’s room, hoping to surprise his no doubt deprived lover.
Yuan dropped the towel around his ankles, slipping into a comfortable position on the bed sitting on his legs, knees bent under him. He searched the nightstand for the lube they kept, spreading it liberally on his fingers before slipping them into his entrance, teasing it. He moaned, pleasure overcoming pain at the feel of being touched there after so long. Scissoring around inside of himself, he closed his eyes, imagining it was Botta’s fingers instead of his own, pressing his spot and making him writhe on the bed.
Reluctantly he removed them, before taking a deep breath and steeling himself for what he was about to do. He closed his eyes, flicked the switch, and plunged the vibrator into himself.
Botta slipped down corridors in the after-hours silence before getting to Yuan’s office. The first door opened with the correct code, and he slipped through the office. He noticed the piles of paperwork on Yuan’s usually spotless desk, and wondered why he wouldn’t be doing it normally. But he put it to the back of his mind as he stepped up to the second door, putting in the passcode. The door denied it. Botta blinked, and then put in the secret code that only the two of them knew.
He stood stock-still in doorway for a good minute, not even blinking. A slow smirk spread across his face as he stepped in, and the door slid soundlessly shut behind him. He leaned back on the door, crossed his arms, and just watched.
By this time, a sheen of sweat covered Yuan’s body, as he plunged the vibrator into his body up to the hilt, then pulled it almost all the way out again and repeated. He stroked himself in time with the thrusts, his body being jerked almost like a marionette on strings. In his mind’s eye, he could see Botta smirking down on him, jerking him off while he impaled Yuan with his own throbbing erection.
He managed to choke out Botta’s name, putting every single ounce of pleasure he could put in that single name, as waves of his orgasm started to crash over him.
Just as he doubled over, his body feeling like it was on fire, he caught gravity-defying brown hair right out of the corner of his eyes, leaning on the door. He froze, the passion ebbing so he could turn marginally to the left to see Botta in a Desian’s uniform, his arms crossed, leaning on the door, the ghost of a smirk on his face.
“Miss me?”
The fiery passion that had engulfed Yuan suddenly left, leaving him mortified. He was sure his entire body went a brilliant shade of red at being caught in the act.
“I-You… But- Not what it looks like!” Yuan’s mouth stumbled over the words as he burned brighter in embarrassment and shame. The vibrator slipped out of his grasp, hitting the off switch as it thumped soundly on the bed, covered slightly in the lube he had used to prepare himself. He kept trying to explain himself, made harder by the fact that he couldn’t even complete a whole sentence, and he was desperately avoiding looking at Botta.
He just wanted to die right there, just curl up and die and never have to face Botta ever again. But of course, whatever deities were up there had different plans for the mortified half-elf.
He felt two fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up into Botta’s brown eyes. His mouth froze open as he looked into Botta’s intense gaze - which did not look at all offended, much to Yuan’s shock.
“I believe the answer is yes, correct?”
“Yes…” Yuan whimpered. Botta pushed him back on the bed, taking advantage of Yuan’s still gaping mouth to ravage the inside of it. His hand grabbed Yuan’s wrist and led it down to take note of his impressive erection caged within the tight pants of a Desian underling.
“You should do that again sometime,” Botta whispered sensually in his ear. “Just make sure I’m here to watch.”
Yuan, embarrassment forgotten for a moment, almost purred.