The Front Room
Nov. 9th, 2005 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brainofckFirst Drabble Series, please read in order
Possibilities - PG, JO/DJ
Ozone - PG, JO/DJ
What to Expect - PG, JO/DJ
Against Regulations
Apology Accepted
In the time it has taken him to cry himself out, it has started to rain. Now he is pushing away from you.
"I should go," he says uncertainly.
"It's raining. You're a mess. You're exhausted. You can't drive home like this."
His eyes are wary.
You gesture towards the bathroom down the hall.
"Wash your face, at least. Sit down a minute and drink something."
He washes his face. He sits down a minute and drinks some flat ginger ale from the fridge.
In his mind, you can tell he's already moving towards the door again.
"Stay. You can have the front room. It's already made up."
He looks at you finally. Directly in the eye.
"If you offer me the front room, I'll take it. And I won't be sneaking into your bed in the dark. I'm not playing games with you."
You think about that a long time.
"Fine. You can't have the front room. Sleep with me."
And to your surprise, he does. He leaves his shoes under the kitchen table; follows you into your room. He strips down to his boxers, and you follow his lead.
Then you are both under the covers, and it's like the storm all over again.
His body is tense, ready to flee, but his mouth and hands are hot and eager. He is kissing your breath away. He is touching and caressing you. But when you press your bodies together, he grabs you hard by the hip. He's leaving bruises on your ass with that grip, locking the two of you together, but preventing any other movement. Your equally hard cocks are twitching and throbbing together, but that's all.
Still, it's amazing and you just put everything into kissing him. You leave his mouth and find his neck. His lips and teeth are on your ear. You want more and try to roll him for better access, better leverage. You meet solid resistance and realize that unless you want to play dirty, he's probably stronger than you are. You groan in frustration and try the opposite tactic, trying to tug him on top of you instead.
The tugging and grappling has created some of the friction he was trying to prevent earlier. You are both close. But you didn't realize exactly how far along he was. When you bite down on his jaw and growl, he makes a funny noise, a stifled sob, and you feel the moist heat of his climax through the thin fabric layers separating you.
Suddenly he is struggling in your arms, pushing and shoving, falling out of the bed with a grunt of pain.
Before you really comprehend what is happening, he's gone. You might have tried to stop him, but it's too late for that. He's gone and you're alone, and as you replay the sound he made as he came, you realize it wasn't a sound of joy and pleasure. It was another sob, like the ones in the hallway, and suddenly your stranded erection deflates and you don't even need to worry about how you're going to get off.
You arrive at the mountain in the morning and his office is dark. The General says that Daniel requested two weeks leave starting today. That he requested it three days ago, to correspond with Major Carter's trip to DC. Sorry, assumed you knew. Surely Daniel mentioned it?
You go to his office and sit in the dark and try to remember the taste of rain.
There will be more. Meanwhile, if you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Possibilities - PG, JO/DJ
Ozone - PG, JO/DJ
What to Expect - PG, JO/DJ
Against Regulations
Apology Accepted
In the time it has taken him to cry himself out, it has started to rain. Now he is pushing away from you.
"I should go," he says uncertainly.
"It's raining. You're a mess. You're exhausted. You can't drive home like this."
His eyes are wary.
You gesture towards the bathroom down the hall.
"Wash your face, at least. Sit down a minute and drink something."
He washes his face. He sits down a minute and drinks some flat ginger ale from the fridge.
In his mind, you can tell he's already moving towards the door again.
"Stay. You can have the front room. It's already made up."
He looks at you finally. Directly in the eye.
"If you offer me the front room, I'll take it. And I won't be sneaking into your bed in the dark. I'm not playing games with you."
You think about that a long time.
"Fine. You can't have the front room. Sleep with me."
And to your surprise, he does. He leaves his shoes under the kitchen table; follows you into your room. He strips down to his boxers, and you follow his lead.
Then you are both under the covers, and it's like the storm all over again.
His body is tense, ready to flee, but his mouth and hands are hot and eager. He is kissing your breath away. He is touching and caressing you. But when you press your bodies together, he grabs you hard by the hip. He's leaving bruises on your ass with that grip, locking the two of you together, but preventing any other movement. Your equally hard cocks are twitching and throbbing together, but that's all.
Still, it's amazing and you just put everything into kissing him. You leave his mouth and find his neck. His lips and teeth are on your ear. You want more and try to roll him for better access, better leverage. You meet solid resistance and realize that unless you want to play dirty, he's probably stronger than you are. You groan in frustration and try the opposite tactic, trying to tug him on top of you instead.
The tugging and grappling has created some of the friction he was trying to prevent earlier. You are both close. But you didn't realize exactly how far along he was. When you bite down on his jaw and growl, he makes a funny noise, a stifled sob, and you feel the moist heat of his climax through the thin fabric layers separating you.
Suddenly he is struggling in your arms, pushing and shoving, falling out of the bed with a grunt of pain.
Before you really comprehend what is happening, he's gone. You might have tried to stop him, but it's too late for that. He's gone and you're alone, and as you replay the sound he made as he came, you realize it wasn't a sound of joy and pleasure. It was another sob, like the ones in the hallway, and suddenly your stranded erection deflates and you don't even need to worry about how you're going to get off.
You arrive at the mountain in the morning and his office is dark. The General says that Daniel requested two weeks leave starting today. That he requested it three days ago, to correspond with Major Carter's trip to DC. Sorry, assumed you knew. Surely Daniel mentioned it?
You go to his office and sit in the dark and try to remember the taste of rain.
There will be more. Meanwhile, if you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
