Trigger (Nathan/Curtis, NC17)
Title: Trigger
Author: xdcorenate
Pairing: Nathan/Curtis (Misfits), mentioned Alisha/Curtis (Misfits)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nathan was pretty sure he was right, in theory.
Warnings: Nathan's pottty mouth and a hand job
Length: ~700
Disclaimer: I don't own any Misfits.
What triggered Curtis' power? Nathan was pretty sure he was right, in theory, so he decided to test it.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence that Nathan and Curtis were the only two assigned to clean the storage closet. Nathan didn't really care because that meant that they were alone in an internally lockable room. When Curtis had his back to the door, Nathan quietly walked over to it and locked it with the flick of his wrist. Curtis heard the click and his head snapped around. "What did you just do?" he asked Nathan with a incredulous look.
"Oh, nothing. Just locked us both in here, all alone," Nathan explained, hands in his pockets. He walked slowly toward Curtis' frozen frame. "You see, I was thinking the other day about our powers and how easily everyone can use them. Except you."
"And?" Curtis bit out. What the fuck was Nathan going on about?
"And I think I've figured it out, what makes you go back and shit. It's simple, really." Nathan pulled his hands out and shoved Curtis onto the boxes piled against the wall. Nathan smirked, untying the sleeves of the orange jumpsuit he wasn't wearing. "What happens is," Nathan began, unzipping the jumpsuit, "you have to be scared shitless. Your whole life flashing before your fucking eyes and," Nathan stopped pushing down the jumpsuit to snap his fingers, "you're pushed back in time."
Curtis was just there, half laying on the boxes, listening to Nathan go on about his theory. All he could think about was Nathan's hand on his thigh. "S-so, what's all this about then? What's-sit got to, to do with my p-power?"
"I'm going to scare you," Nathan said in a matter-of-fact voice. His hand massaged Curtis' thigh, traveling inside the hem of his boxers. He smiled up at Curtis as his hand went up further, slower. Curtis gasped. "See, I'm pretty fucking good at this. All the years of wanking has paid off finally." Nathan's hand went further up, inches from Curtis' cock, until it touched the hem. From the inside, he pulled them down past trembling knees to knobby ankles. A slow hand trailed it's way back up to the cock.
Nathan slid his hand past it to the dangling nuts behind it. He squeezed them, hand opening and closing repeatedly, and Curtis jerked up. With his left hand, Nathan wasted no time and wrapped his hand around the base of the cock. His hand yanked upward then pulled down achingly slow. He continued to do this, squeezing and pulling, until Curtis was panting and gripping at air. "Alright then, calm down," Nathan ordered mockingly. He dropped his left hand to the inside thigh and pushed it out while raising Curtis' cock higher. Hesitantly, he brought his lips to the nut sack and kissed the left one, then the right.
His tongue ventured out of his mouth to wrap around the right nut and pulled it in. As his hand started to move again, faster this time, he sucked on the nut greedily. Curtis writhed like he was trying to escape when, actually, he was just trying to get Nathan to move his hand faster. His dick was leaking precum and he could feel his balls. He screwed his eyes shut and tried not to cum too soon.
Just then, Nathan managed to get both of Curtis' scrunched up balls in his mouth. He couldn't hold them both for very long so they slipped out of his mouth. He licked at them, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. Curtis groaned. Nathan smirked and let his tongue go up the long, brown shaft hanging over him. He was about to plunge it into his mouth-
Nathan and Curtis were back in the storage room, just before Nathan locked the door. Curtis jumped around quickly as Nathan was reaching for the door. "What the fuck, Nathan?"
"What?" Nathan asked, drawing out the "a". "I'm just going to use the facilities."
Curtis, angry, scoffed and went back to cleaning. Nathan opened the door and stepped out. On his way to the rest room, he was smirking.
Author: xdcorenate
Pairing: Nathan/Curtis (Misfits), mentioned Alisha/Curtis (Misfits)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nathan was pretty sure he was right, in theory.
Warnings: Nathan's pottty mouth and a hand job
Length: ~700
Disclaimer: I don't own any Misfits.
What triggered Curtis' power? Nathan was pretty sure he was right, in theory, so he decided to test it.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence that Nathan and Curtis were the only two assigned to clean the storage closet. Nathan didn't really care because that meant that they were alone in an internally lockable room. When Curtis had his back to the door, Nathan quietly walked over to it and locked it with the flick of his wrist. Curtis heard the click and his head snapped around. "What did you just do?" he asked Nathan with a incredulous look.
"Oh, nothing. Just locked us both in here, all alone," Nathan explained, hands in his pockets. He walked slowly toward Curtis' frozen frame. "You see, I was thinking the other day about our powers and how easily everyone can use them. Except you."
"And?" Curtis bit out. What the fuck was Nathan going on about?
"And I think I've figured it out, what makes you go back and shit. It's simple, really." Nathan pulled his hands out and shoved Curtis onto the boxes piled against the wall. Nathan smirked, untying the sleeves of the orange jumpsuit he wasn't wearing. "What happens is," Nathan began, unzipping the jumpsuit, "you have to be scared shitless. Your whole life flashing before your fucking eyes and," Nathan stopped pushing down the jumpsuit to snap his fingers, "you're pushed back in time."
Curtis was just there, half laying on the boxes, listening to Nathan go on about his theory. All he could think about was Nathan's hand on his thigh. "S-so, what's all this about then? What's-sit got to, to do with my p-power?"
"I'm going to scare you," Nathan said in a matter-of-fact voice. His hand massaged Curtis' thigh, traveling inside the hem of his boxers. He smiled up at Curtis as his hand went up further, slower. Curtis gasped. "See, I'm pretty fucking good at this. All the years of wanking has paid off finally." Nathan's hand went further up, inches from Curtis' cock, until it touched the hem. From the inside, he pulled them down past trembling knees to knobby ankles. A slow hand trailed it's way back up to the cock.
Nathan slid his hand past it to the dangling nuts behind it. He squeezed them, hand opening and closing repeatedly, and Curtis jerked up. With his left hand, Nathan wasted no time and wrapped his hand around the base of the cock. His hand yanked upward then pulled down achingly slow. He continued to do this, squeezing and pulling, until Curtis was panting and gripping at air. "Alright then, calm down," Nathan ordered mockingly. He dropped his left hand to the inside thigh and pushed it out while raising Curtis' cock higher. Hesitantly, he brought his lips to the nut sack and kissed the left one, then the right.
His tongue ventured out of his mouth to wrap around the right nut and pulled it in. As his hand started to move again, faster this time, he sucked on the nut greedily. Curtis writhed like he was trying to escape when, actually, he was just trying to get Nathan to move his hand faster. His dick was leaking precum and he could feel his balls. He screwed his eyes shut and tried not to cum too soon.
Just then, Nathan managed to get both of Curtis' scrunched up balls in his mouth. He couldn't hold them both for very long so they slipped out of his mouth. He licked at them, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. Curtis groaned. Nathan smirked and let his tongue go up the long, brown shaft hanging over him. He was about to plunge it into his mouth-
Nathan and Curtis were back in the storage room, just before Nathan locked the door. Curtis jumped around quickly as Nathan was reaching for the door. "What the fuck, Nathan?"
"What?" Nathan asked, drawing out the "a". "I'm just going to use the facilities."
Curtis, angry, scoffed and went back to cleaning. Nathan opened the door and stepped out. On his way to the rest room, he was smirking.