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salixbabylon) wrote2006-05-29 11:31 am
salixbabylon) wrote2006-05-29 11:31 am
FIC: Steamed Up (EM/EB, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Title: Steamed Up
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 30. Exhibitionist
Word Count: 1034
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes:heartofslash challenged me with "what happens in the shower/hot tub/sauna after the very short tennis game." Naughtiness, of course!
Steamed Up
Ewan could have sworn that Eric had been fondling the tennis balls just to get a rise out of him. And it had gotten a rise out of him, in a way that was quite inappropriate for a tennis court. Which was why Ewan had decided he could give a fuck about finishing the game; he'd much rather get to the showers or tubs or anywhere more private.
It turned out the locker-room showers were surprisingly crowded, but the hot tub/sauna was empty. It also wasn't too awfully hot, in deference to the warm weather, and the sauna was turned to the lowest setting, just slightly warm and humid and dark. There wasn't even enough steam built up to fog the anti-privacy you're-in-a-gym windows in the sauna door and wall.
Water lapped at their skin, refreshing after the brief bout of tennis, and since they were alone, there was no reason for Ewan to keep his hands to himself. Eric seemed to agree, if the kissing and fondling and groping were anything to go by.
They started to get a little carried away as Eric demonstrated his ball-handling technique, comparing the texture of fuzz on skin versus rubber. Ewan was more than happy to offer his up for demonstration purposes; who in their right bloody mind would say "no" to Eric's strong hands caressing and squeezing their balls?
Eric squeezed a bit hard and he gasped.
"Too rough?"
Ewan shuddered. "No. More."
In no time at all, Ewan was bent over the side of the tub, chest pressed into the cool tiles, one of Eric's hands on his balls while the other held his arse open for Eric's tongue. His long, wet, lapping, teasing, maddening, wonderful, delicious tongue.
"Brilliant," Ewan moaned.
And that was when they heard the door open. Followed by a gasp, and then a pause in which Ewan and Eric's breathing, echoing across the tiles, sounded beyond pornographic.
They both froze, Ewan for once unable to think of anything to say aside from the obvious "It's not what it looks like" because with Eric's head buried between Ewan's arsecheeks and him moaning like that, it was exactly what it looked like.
"Um. Sorry," the voice said, as the door opened and closed again.
Eric groaned, his hands letting go of Ewan to cover his own face. "Shit. I can't believe someone just walked in on us. Why didn't you lock the bloody door, Ewan?"
"Why didn't you lock it?" Ewan said, splashing water at him. Eric didn't splash back, still looking mortified. "Oh come on, this isn't the first time anyone's ever seen you fuck, is it?" Ewan turned around and was surprised at just how red Eric's face was.
"Dunno. I'm positive that was the first time I've been caught with my tongue in another bloke's arse, though."
"What? You were serving me," Ewan pointed out.
Eric managed a bit of a smile at that and a small retaliatory splash.
"So how about we move to the sauna and you can serve me some more?" Ewan suggested with a cheeky, sexy grin.
One very enthusiastic snog later, and they were climbing out of the hot tub, Eric going to get supplies out of their duffle bag as Ewan make sure the sauna was empty and then spread out their towels on one of the benches. He positioned Eric on his back and crouched above him, grinning.
"I'm going to ride you now. And you're just going to lay there and serve me, yeah?"
It was wonderful how eager Eric could be to serve.
Ewan reached one hand down to steady Eric's cock and, without further ado, carefully sat down on it. After a moment for adjustment, he started to lift himself up and down at a steady pace. Thighs and arse muscles strained, and fucked if Ewan wasn't getting quite the workout at the gym today after all.
With one hand planted solidly on Eric's chest for balance and the other fisting his cock as he increased the rhythm, at that grand place where the fucking could go on for-deliciously-ever, climbing steadily towards a climax he could almost see in the distance, Ewan started talking.
"Would have been so hot if that guy had stayed and watched us. Him seeing your tongue licking at my hole, making it open and ready for you. Ready for your cock. Driving me mad. I bet he couldn't help grabbing his prick, touching himself..." he groaned, a stream of filthy words flowing out of his mouth as he described his fantasy.
The possibility of it, of what might-have-been, was seriously getting him off. Eric too, all shyness gone as he grunted, hands clenching hard on Ewan's hips, obviously struggling to lay there, passive. This was for Ewan, his fuck, his ride, his fantasy, and Eric was just to lay there, let himself be used for Ewan's pleasure, he told him.
The pace increased, racing for the finish, when Ewan's eyes caught a reflection in the window of a figure standing at the sauna door. Watching them. Really watching, no hypothetical fantasy about it – someone else could see him, crouched on top of Eric, with Eric's enormous cock sliding in and out of his arse, his hand on his own rather nice prick, watching, and the surprise was enough to send Ewan over the edge. He shouted, shooting come all over Eric's taut chest as his orgasm tore through him.
Eric waited almost long enough for Ewan to stop coming before he lifted him up, holding him steady as he slammed deep into Ewan's arse and groaned with his own climax. They collapsed on each other, breathing for a few long minutes in the slightly steamy room, more so now than when they'd entered it. A tiny un-dazed portion of Ewan's brain noted the quiet sound of a door opening and closing.
They disentangled, wiping off with the towels, a few quick kisses and jokes and gropes as their breathing returned to normal.
Stepping out of the sauna, Eric stopped.
"What's this doing here?" he said, bending over to pick up one of the gym's monogrammed towels, next to the door of the sauna.
"Um..."
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 30. Exhibitionist
Word Count: 1034
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes:
heartofslash challenged me with "what happens in the shower/hot tub/sauna after the very short tennis game." Naughtiness, of course!Ewan could have sworn that Eric had been fondling the tennis balls just to get a rise out of him. And it had gotten a rise out of him, in a way that was quite inappropriate for a tennis court. Which was why Ewan had decided he could give a fuck about finishing the game; he'd much rather get to the showers or tubs or anywhere more private.
It turned out the locker-room showers were surprisingly crowded, but the hot tub/sauna was empty. It also wasn't too awfully hot, in deference to the warm weather, and the sauna was turned to the lowest setting, just slightly warm and humid and dark. There wasn't even enough steam built up to fog the anti-privacy you're-in-a-gym windows in the sauna door and wall.
Water lapped at their skin, refreshing after the brief bout of tennis, and since they were alone, there was no reason for Ewan to keep his hands to himself. Eric seemed to agree, if the kissing and fondling and groping were anything to go by.
They started to get a little carried away as Eric demonstrated his ball-handling technique, comparing the texture of fuzz on skin versus rubber. Ewan was more than happy to offer his up for demonstration purposes; who in their right bloody mind would say "no" to Eric's strong hands caressing and squeezing their balls?
Eric squeezed a bit hard and he gasped.
"Too rough?"
Ewan shuddered. "No. More."
In no time at all, Ewan was bent over the side of the tub, chest pressed into the cool tiles, one of Eric's hands on his balls while the other held his arse open for Eric's tongue. His long, wet, lapping, teasing, maddening, wonderful, delicious tongue.
"Brilliant," Ewan moaned.
And that was when they heard the door open. Followed by a gasp, and then a pause in which Ewan and Eric's breathing, echoing across the tiles, sounded beyond pornographic.
They both froze, Ewan for once unable to think of anything to say aside from the obvious "It's not what it looks like" because with Eric's head buried between Ewan's arsecheeks and him moaning like that, it was exactly what it looked like.
"Um. Sorry," the voice said, as the door opened and closed again.
Eric groaned, his hands letting go of Ewan to cover his own face. "Shit. I can't believe someone just walked in on us. Why didn't you lock the bloody door, Ewan?"
"Why didn't you lock it?" Ewan said, splashing water at him. Eric didn't splash back, still looking mortified. "Oh come on, this isn't the first time anyone's ever seen you fuck, is it?" Ewan turned around and was surprised at just how red Eric's face was.
"Dunno. I'm positive that was the first time I've been caught with my tongue in another bloke's arse, though."
"What? You were serving me," Ewan pointed out.
Eric managed a bit of a smile at that and a small retaliatory splash.
"So how about we move to the sauna and you can serve me some more?" Ewan suggested with a cheeky, sexy grin.
One very enthusiastic snog later, and they were climbing out of the hot tub, Eric going to get supplies out of their duffle bag as Ewan make sure the sauna was empty and then spread out their towels on one of the benches. He positioned Eric on his back and crouched above him, grinning.
"I'm going to ride you now. And you're just going to lay there and serve me, yeah?"
It was wonderful how eager Eric could be to serve.
Ewan reached one hand down to steady Eric's cock and, without further ado, carefully sat down on it. After a moment for adjustment, he started to lift himself up and down at a steady pace. Thighs and arse muscles strained, and fucked if Ewan wasn't getting quite the workout at the gym today after all.
With one hand planted solidly on Eric's chest for balance and the other fisting his cock as he increased the rhythm, at that grand place where the fucking could go on for-deliciously-ever, climbing steadily towards a climax he could almost see in the distance, Ewan started talking.
"Would have been so hot if that guy had stayed and watched us. Him seeing your tongue licking at my hole, making it open and ready for you. Ready for your cock. Driving me mad. I bet he couldn't help grabbing his prick, touching himself..." he groaned, a stream of filthy words flowing out of his mouth as he described his fantasy.
The possibility of it, of what might-have-been, was seriously getting him off. Eric too, all shyness gone as he grunted, hands clenching hard on Ewan's hips, obviously struggling to lay there, passive. This was for Ewan, his fuck, his ride, his fantasy, and Eric was just to lay there, let himself be used for Ewan's pleasure, he told him.
The pace increased, racing for the finish, when Ewan's eyes caught a reflection in the window of a figure standing at the sauna door. Watching them. Really watching, no hypothetical fantasy about it – someone else could see him, crouched on top of Eric, with Eric's enormous cock sliding in and out of his arse, his hand on his own rather nice prick, watching, and the surprise was enough to send Ewan over the edge. He shouted, shooting come all over Eric's taut chest as his orgasm tore through him.
Eric waited almost long enough for Ewan to stop coming before he lifted him up, holding him steady as he slammed deep into Ewan's arse and groaned with his own climax. They collapsed on each other, breathing for a few long minutes in the slightly steamy room, more so now than when they'd entered it. A tiny un-dazed portion of Ewan's brain noted the quiet sound of a door opening and closing.
They disentangled, wiping off with the towels, a few quick kisses and jokes and gropes as their breathing returned to normal.
Stepping out of the sauna, Eric stopped.
"What's this doing here?" he said, bending over to pick up one of the gym's monogrammed towels, next to the door of the sauna.
"Um..."
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I just want to know who it was that got to see, and what it is that THEY got up to later.
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I dunno what their watcher got up to later, but I *do* know that towel was probably sticky. ;)
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Then again, I'm not sure I'd want to get caught by an angry!Eric. Or Ewan. They can both be pretty fierce... *shivers*
Glad you liked! Thank you!
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Brilliant, Sal.
Jen ;->
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Thanks! *smooch*
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Something very appealing about the one you'd normally consider the dominant one of the twosome letting himself be used that way.
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Glad I'm not the only getting off on the "smaller" person being in charge of Eric. ;)