Fantasy (1/1)
Title: Fantasy (1/1)
Author: WibbleyWobbley
Pairing: Kevin/Scotty
Rating: NC-17ish
Summary: Kevin fulfills Scotty's fantasy. Well, sort of. Oh, who cares - it's smutty.
Spoilers: A Father Dreams
Word Count: ~1,200
Disclaimer: Not mine
Scotty looked around in suspicion as he softly closed the door behind him. There were candles on various surfaces, 40s-era music playing on the stereo, and, taped to the wall by the bedroom door, a computer printout of a…World War II propaganda poster?
“Loose lips sink ships?” Scotty whispered to himself, eyes narrowing in confusion. He called out in a louder voice, “Kevin?”
There was no answer. Scotty put his keys on the shelf and walked slowly towards the bedroom. “Kevin?” he said again, stepping through the door.
The decorations continued in there, with shimmery cloths draped over the lamps to give the room a colorful, almost creepy glow. Scotty raised one questioning eyebrow at Kevin; Kevin smiled lightly at him from where he was stretched out on the bed, an arm bent behind his head. Kevin was wearing tan cargo pants and an olive t-shirt. The first aid kit was on the bed next to him.
“What’s - ?” Scotty asked.
Kevin grinned, picking up his shirt with two fingers and then letting it drop back down. “Closest thing I could find to a uniform.”
Scotty swallowed.
“I went to the doctor today,” Kevin explained. “He cleared me for…everything. I thought - what better way to celebrate than, uh, a little role-playing?” Kevin paused, smirking. “I’ll be Private Parts; you can be Major Hottie.”
“How long did it take you to come up with those names?” Scotty asked, feigning exasperation.
“Sadly, the entire drive home.”
Scotty smiled, shaking his head.
“I wasn’t exactly sure how you…imagined this, but - ”
Scotty narrowed his eyes. “I feel like you’re making fun of me.”
“No!” Kevin objected, sitting up quickly and reaching out for Scotty. He grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. Scotty sat on the edge, next to Kevin.
“No,” Kevin repeated. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”
Scotty tilted his head. “Why?”
“You have to admit,” Kevin said with a shrug. “This isn’t how we usually…”
“True.”
Kevin ducked his head, playing with Scotty’s hand in his. “I know I’m the world’s worst patient. And I didn’t really appreciate everything you were doing for me.”
“Kevin, you were - ”
“Please just let me - the surgery and knowing she was mine and later that stupid contract. Everything just really threw me for a loop. And you were always there. I wanted to thank you and show you how much I love you.”
Scotty smiled. He leaned in and kissed Kevin. “I know how much you love me,” he replied softly. “And of course, I was there. Because I love you just as much.”
Kevin lifted a hand to Scotty’s chest and rested his forehead against Scotty’s. They sat quietly for a few moments, relishing their closeness.
Finally, Scotty asked, “You’re sure you’re ready for…”
“Well,” Kevin said, a smile growing on his face. “The doctor said so. But I think this soldier needs a check-up from Major Hottie to make sure.”
“Stop calling me that,” Scotty said, laughing, “and take off that get-up.”
Kevin chuckled as he removed the t-shirt. Scotty reached over for the first aid kit, opening the box. He stared inside for a moment and then looked up at a grinning Kevin.
“Where are all the band-aids?”
Kevin shrugged. “In the bathroom.”
Scotty shook his head, fighting a smile as he reached into the kit and removed a condom and a tube of lube. He put the kit on the bedside table, and leaned close to kiss Kevin.
After the forced break for Kevin’s recovery, and driven by the joy they felt that nothing had gone wrong, their physical reunion turned passionate quickly. Before he knew it, Scotty had pushed Kevin down onto his back and had his hand down Kevin’s cargo pants. Kevin groaned, lifting his hips to increase the speed of Scotty’s hand. Scotty sighed, angling his head so he could kiss Kevin’s cheek bone. He dropped his body low, then slowly dragged himself back up, rubbing against Kevin’s thigh and groin.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
Kevin raised his arms, planting his hands on either side of Scotty’s face and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Scotty moaned out of the corners of his mouth and lowered himself down onto Kevin’s body again. Kevin took one hand away, sliding it down Scotty’s back until he reached the swell of his ass. Pushing slightly, Kevin rolled his hips up until they were thrusting against each other erratically.
Kevin pressed against Scotty’s shoulder with his free hand, rolling them both over. Kevin sat up, reaching down to Scotty’s button and zipper. He moved quickly, releasing Scotty from the confines of his clothes. Scotty, gazing up at Kevin with heavy-lidded eyes, bit his lower lip as he clutched at Kevin’s waist. He groaned, and started rocking his hips again as Kevin fondled him.
Kevin switched hands, bending down to kiss Scotty even as he fumbled around to find the items Scotty had dropped on the bedspread.
“Ready?” he asked hoarsely.
Scotty opened his eyes, pausing in his movements. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly.
Kevin shook his head. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
“Kevin, you - ”
“Now, Scotty.”
Scotty rolled Kevin over again. “Careful. You can’t order me around.”
He leaned down to kiss Kevin’s neck, even as he took the supplies and propped himself on an elbow.
“Huh?” Kevin asked, hissing as Scotty’s finger breached him.
“Majors outrank privates.”
Kevin threw his head back in laughter. He was still chuckling when Scotty entered him. Scotty held himself back, partially out of a lingering fear over causing Kevin some further injury and partially out of a desire to drag out the pleasure as long as possible. He exhaled shakily, moving slow and steady. Kevin reached up, wrapping a hand around the back of Scotty’s neck and holding his head in place. They stared in each other’s eyes.
Kevin smiled softly, eyes fluttering shut with each of Scotty’s thrusts. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I really like playing doctor with you.”
Scotty laughed, dropping his head forward. “Shut up.”
“Yes, sir,” Kevin responded cheekily.
“And the fantasy is a nurse, not a doctor,” Scotty added breathlessly, as he finally began to increase his speed.
“I like playing nurse with you then.”
“Doesn’t have the same - oh - ring to it, does it?”
“Mm-mm,” Kevin concurred, shaking his head quickly before pressing it back against his pillow. “Scotty, I can’t - ”
“Let go, Kevin.”
Kevin came suddenly. He arched his back, yelling out unintelligibly. Scotty continued to move, sliding deep a few more times until he too peaked. His quivering arms could no longer hold him up, and he dropped onto Kevin’s chest.
Kevin grunted, and Scotty immediately pulled out and rolled off him. “I’m sorry. Are you OK?”
Kevin turned to him, grinning. “I’m fine. You worry too much.”
Scotty lifted a hand, resting it just above the scar from the surgery. “I just…”
“I know,” Kevin said seriously. “But I’m going to be around for a long, long time.”
Scotty smiled softly, eyes drooping closed.
“So start making a list of every fantasy you’ve got,” Kevin added, barely holding in his grin.
Author: WibbleyWobbley
Pairing: Kevin/Scotty
Rating: NC-17ish
Summary: Kevin fulfills Scotty's fantasy. Well, sort of. Oh, who cares - it's smutty.
Spoilers: A Father Dreams
Word Count: ~1,200
Disclaimer: Not mine
Scotty looked around in suspicion as he softly closed the door behind him. There were candles on various surfaces, 40s-era music playing on the stereo, and, taped to the wall by the bedroom door, a computer printout of a…World War II propaganda poster?
“Loose lips sink ships?” Scotty whispered to himself, eyes narrowing in confusion. He called out in a louder voice, “Kevin?”
There was no answer. Scotty put his keys on the shelf and walked slowly towards the bedroom. “Kevin?” he said again, stepping through the door.
The decorations continued in there, with shimmery cloths draped over the lamps to give the room a colorful, almost creepy glow. Scotty raised one questioning eyebrow at Kevin; Kevin smiled lightly at him from where he was stretched out on the bed, an arm bent behind his head. Kevin was wearing tan cargo pants and an olive t-shirt. The first aid kit was on the bed next to him.
“What’s - ?” Scotty asked.
Kevin grinned, picking up his shirt with two fingers and then letting it drop back down. “Closest thing I could find to a uniform.”
Scotty swallowed.
“I went to the doctor today,” Kevin explained. “He cleared me for…everything. I thought - what better way to celebrate than, uh, a little role-playing?” Kevin paused, smirking. “I’ll be Private Parts; you can be Major Hottie.”
“How long did it take you to come up with those names?” Scotty asked, feigning exasperation.
“Sadly, the entire drive home.”
Scotty smiled, shaking his head.
“I wasn’t exactly sure how you…imagined this, but - ”
Scotty narrowed his eyes. “I feel like you’re making fun of me.”
“No!” Kevin objected, sitting up quickly and reaching out for Scotty. He grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. Scotty sat on the edge, next to Kevin.
“No,” Kevin repeated. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”
Scotty tilted his head. “Why?”
“You have to admit,” Kevin said with a shrug. “This isn’t how we usually…”
“True.”
Kevin ducked his head, playing with Scotty’s hand in his. “I know I’m the world’s worst patient. And I didn’t really appreciate everything you were doing for me.”
“Kevin, you were - ”
“Please just let me - the surgery and knowing she was mine and later that stupid contract. Everything just really threw me for a loop. And you were always there. I wanted to thank you and show you how much I love you.”
Scotty smiled. He leaned in and kissed Kevin. “I know how much you love me,” he replied softly. “And of course, I was there. Because I love you just as much.”
Kevin lifted a hand to Scotty’s chest and rested his forehead against Scotty’s. They sat quietly for a few moments, relishing their closeness.
Finally, Scotty asked, “You’re sure you’re ready for…”
“Well,” Kevin said, a smile growing on his face. “The doctor said so. But I think this soldier needs a check-up from Major Hottie to make sure.”
“Stop calling me that,” Scotty said, laughing, “and take off that get-up.”
Kevin chuckled as he removed the t-shirt. Scotty reached over for the first aid kit, opening the box. He stared inside for a moment and then looked up at a grinning Kevin.
“Where are all the band-aids?”
Kevin shrugged. “In the bathroom.”
Scotty shook his head, fighting a smile as he reached into the kit and removed a condom and a tube of lube. He put the kit on the bedside table, and leaned close to kiss Kevin.
After the forced break for Kevin’s recovery, and driven by the joy they felt that nothing had gone wrong, their physical reunion turned passionate quickly. Before he knew it, Scotty had pushed Kevin down onto his back and had his hand down Kevin’s cargo pants. Kevin groaned, lifting his hips to increase the speed of Scotty’s hand. Scotty sighed, angling his head so he could kiss Kevin’s cheek bone. He dropped his body low, then slowly dragged himself back up, rubbing against Kevin’s thigh and groin.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
Kevin raised his arms, planting his hands on either side of Scotty’s face and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Scotty moaned out of the corners of his mouth and lowered himself down onto Kevin’s body again. Kevin took one hand away, sliding it down Scotty’s back until he reached the swell of his ass. Pushing slightly, Kevin rolled his hips up until they were thrusting against each other erratically.
Kevin pressed against Scotty’s shoulder with his free hand, rolling them both over. Kevin sat up, reaching down to Scotty’s button and zipper. He moved quickly, releasing Scotty from the confines of his clothes. Scotty, gazing up at Kevin with heavy-lidded eyes, bit his lower lip as he clutched at Kevin’s waist. He groaned, and started rocking his hips again as Kevin fondled him.
Kevin switched hands, bending down to kiss Scotty even as he fumbled around to find the items Scotty had dropped on the bedspread.
“Ready?” he asked hoarsely.
Scotty opened his eyes, pausing in his movements. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly.
Kevin shook his head. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
“Kevin, you - ”
“Now, Scotty.”
Scotty rolled Kevin over again. “Careful. You can’t order me around.”
He leaned down to kiss Kevin’s neck, even as he took the supplies and propped himself on an elbow.
“Huh?” Kevin asked, hissing as Scotty’s finger breached him.
“Majors outrank privates.”
Kevin threw his head back in laughter. He was still chuckling when Scotty entered him. Scotty held himself back, partially out of a lingering fear over causing Kevin some further injury and partially out of a desire to drag out the pleasure as long as possible. He exhaled shakily, moving slow and steady. Kevin reached up, wrapping a hand around the back of Scotty’s neck and holding his head in place. They stared in each other’s eyes.
Kevin smiled softly, eyes fluttering shut with each of Scotty’s thrusts. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I really like playing doctor with you.”
Scotty laughed, dropping his head forward. “Shut up.”
“Yes, sir,” Kevin responded cheekily.
“And the fantasy is a nurse, not a doctor,” Scotty added breathlessly, as he finally began to increase his speed.
“I like playing nurse with you then.”
“Doesn’t have the same - oh - ring to it, does it?”
“Mm-mm,” Kevin concurred, shaking his head quickly before pressing it back against his pillow. “Scotty, I can’t - ”
“Let go, Kevin.”
Kevin came suddenly. He arched his back, yelling out unintelligibly. Scotty continued to move, sliding deep a few more times until he too peaked. His quivering arms could no longer hold him up, and he dropped onto Kevin’s chest.
Kevin grunted, and Scotty immediately pulled out and rolled off him. “I’m sorry. Are you OK?”
Kevin turned to him, grinning. “I’m fine. You worry too much.”
Scotty lifted a hand, resting it just above the scar from the surgery. “I just…”
“I know,” Kevin said seriously. “But I’m going to be around for a long, long time.”
Scotty smiled softly, eyes drooping closed.
“So start making a list of every fantasy you’ve got,” Kevin added, barely holding in his grin.