kiss don't kiss (Standalone)
This fic is rated: N for Not much left to the imagination.
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James/Alec
Summary: Alec wants more. Greedy Alec! (Pre-Arkagelsk)
Warning: has absolutely nothing to do with the series
Word Count: 531
Time: Down to the wire! 45 minutes
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: contrelamontre,were_lemur, forengland
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
Author’s Note: This was written as a challenge on the contrealmontre improv-writing community. The challenge was to write a fic about kissing where the characters didn’t actually kiss; the time allotted was 45 minutes.
I wish he’d kiss me.
Alec was bent over, braced against a boulder at the edge of the Sahara, as James pounded him from behind. He didn’t know where the thought had come from; he’d never before felt anything lacking in their hurried fucks before or after a mission. Taking the edge off the tension, celebrating the fact that they were alive -- these were good enough reasons for sex.
Kissing, though --
James grabbed his hips and pulled him back into his thrust, and that was the end of that -- or any -- train of thought. And by the time he came back to himself, on his knees in the soft sand, James was already up and zipping his trousers.
“Ready to save the world again, 006?”
* * *
He’d forgotten that he’d even had the thought, until the time on a tanker in the North Sea. It was too cold to strip down, but James dropped to his knees and took his cock in his mouth. He dug his fingers into James’s hair, braced against the wall of the ship, and let James work his magic with lips and tongue. He came hard, only keeping silent by muffling his cries in the sleeve of his parka, and ended up on the deck, gasping.
“Your turn,” he said, when he caught his breath.
As James stood, and took his place against the wall, Alec wondered -- what would it be like to kiss him now, to taste himself in that mouth?
But he didn’t dare suggest it. Instead, he opened his mouth took James’s cockinto his mouth. As he swirled his tongue around the head, he let himself imagine that it was another tongue he was kissing.
But they didn’t have much time. Alec took a deep breath, relaxed his muscles, and let James’s cock slide down his throat.
* * *
From then on, the thought was never far from his mind. It would come back to tease him at the oddest times -- not just during their quick grapples, but sometimes, when they were just sitting together in a meeting, or huddled in the hidden compartment of a truck on their way to a mission, or even when they were out at a pub, his eyes would linger on James’s lips.
He would jerk his gaze away, before he was seen. Before James could notice.
* * *
And then, there was the time in Amsterdam. They were in an alley; he was fucking James up against a wall. He grabbed James’s wrists, pulling them above his head, and bit the back of his neck.
James groaned in response, his back arching. He mumbled something that sounded like encouragement -- Alec took it as such, and thrust again, harder. Alec felt James tense, as he got close. He took one hand from James’s wrist to wrap it around his cock. Then he thrust his hips, fucking James into his hand.
Then James jerked, and Alec felt the warmth flow into his hand as he came. He let himself come, then, losing himself in James. The two men staggered against the wall.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of James. Then, impulsively, he turned James around. He pushed him back against the wall, stepped up to him, and --
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James/Alec
Summary: Alec wants more. Greedy Alec! (Pre-Arkagelsk)
Warning: has absolutely nothing to do with the series
Word Count: 531
Time: Down to the wire! 45 minutes
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: contrelamontre,were_lemur, forengland
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
Author’s Note: This was written as a challenge on the contrealmontre improv-writing community. The challenge was to write a fic about kissing where the characters didn’t actually kiss; the time allotted was 45 minutes.
I wish he’d kiss me.
Alec was bent over, braced against a boulder at the edge of the Sahara, as James pounded him from behind. He didn’t know where the thought had come from; he’d never before felt anything lacking in their hurried fucks before or after a mission. Taking the edge off the tension, celebrating the fact that they were alive -- these were good enough reasons for sex.
Kissing, though --
James grabbed his hips and pulled him back into his thrust, and that was the end of that -- or any -- train of thought. And by the time he came back to himself, on his knees in the soft sand, James was already up and zipping his trousers.
“Ready to save the world again, 006?”
* * *
He’d forgotten that he’d even had the thought, until the time on a tanker in the North Sea. It was too cold to strip down, but James dropped to his knees and took his cock in his mouth. He dug his fingers into James’s hair, braced against the wall of the ship, and let James work his magic with lips and tongue. He came hard, only keeping silent by muffling his cries in the sleeve of his parka, and ended up on the deck, gasping.
“Your turn,” he said, when he caught his breath.
As James stood, and took his place against the wall, Alec wondered -- what would it be like to kiss him now, to taste himself in that mouth?
But he didn’t dare suggest it. Instead, he opened his mouth took James’s cockinto his mouth. As he swirled his tongue around the head, he let himself imagine that it was another tongue he was kissing.
But they didn’t have much time. Alec took a deep breath, relaxed his muscles, and let James’s cock slide down his throat.
* * *
From then on, the thought was never far from his mind. It would come back to tease him at the oddest times -- not just during their quick grapples, but sometimes, when they were just sitting together in a meeting, or huddled in the hidden compartment of a truck on their way to a mission, or even when they were out at a pub, his eyes would linger on James’s lips.
He would jerk his gaze away, before he was seen. Before James could notice.
* * *
And then, there was the time in Amsterdam. They were in an alley; he was fucking James up against a wall. He grabbed James’s wrists, pulling them above his head, and bit the back of his neck.
James groaned in response, his back arching. He mumbled something that sounded like encouragement -- Alec took it as such, and thrust again, harder. Alec felt James tense, as he got close. He took one hand from James’s wrist to wrap it around his cock. Then he thrust his hips, fucking James into his hand.
Then James jerked, and Alec felt the warmth flow into his hand as he came. He let himself come, then, losing himself in James. The two men staggered against the wall.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of James. Then, impulsively, he turned James around. He pushed him back against the wall, stepped up to him, and --