FIC: In The Darkness

[paulacas]

Title: In The Darkness
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – learning your body in the dark
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. This is a figment of my imagination and a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. Any goofs are mine. 

 

 

 

“Close your eyes.” The voice whispered in his ear. 

He opened his mouth to ask a question. Before a sound was made, the voice whispered again. 

“Trust me.” 

With a nod he closed his eyes. A silk scarf tied snugly guaranteed no peeking. 

“What do you feel?” 

Rough fingertips moved lightly over his face. 

“Hmm. Broad, round forehead. Round face. Nose perfectly proportioned for the rest of your face. Stubborn chin, kissable lips, that little extra roll of chub under your chin that you never lose.” 

A breath huffed across his face with indignation. The fingertips moved away from his face and down to his chest. 

“One of my favorite chew toys.” Lips followed fingers over the exposed throat. “Stubborn jaw matches the stubborn chin.” He nips along the jaw and down over the adam’s apple. 

The object of his attention shivers in response to the teeth running over the thin skin on his neck. When he started this little game he’d forgotten what a hot button the other man’s smoke over whiskey voice was. He forgot almost everything as the fingers wandered lower. 

“Love your chest. Nipples so sensitive, especially when I just.barely.touch.them, and you arch into to me beggin’ for me to do it harder, make it rougher.” 

He does just that to drive home his point. Skin kissed by the sun begs for the touch of the callused hands and full lips. 

The voice purrs in his ear. “So responsive. Your beautiful body speaks to me, tells me what you don’t even know.” 

Hands run lower, along sensitive ribs, teasing the nerves around his navel, sending more blood into his already hard cock. He bites his lower lip to hold back the moans. A tongue dips into his navel further teasing the sensitive area. 

A dark chuckle comes from the blindfolded man. “Since you’ve taken my sight you need to give me the sounds of your passion. Let me hear your beautiful voice, darlin’.” 

Fingertips roughened from the steel strings of a guitar tease the sensitive skin of his cock until he’s sure he’s going to burst out of his skin. There is only the voice and the hands, his need, his desire, the fire that’s consuming him from the inside, all fueled by the hands and the voice.

He feels the welcome weight of the other and reaches so he’s not alone when he’s consumed by this fire. There is more heat--the flames are consuming him, scorching nerves, sending him spiraling upward until the other carries him over the cliff into the coolness of the dark. 

When Steve comes back to himself, he’s clean, warm and tucked against Chris’ chest. He smiles thinking how Chris turned Steve’s game back on him. How he’d taken control from Steve by giving up control to Steve—slick. 

As he drifted back to sleep he wondered who learned more about who in the dark.

 

 

Comments

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

*purrrrs* beautiful!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Your comments mean a lot to me. Keep me trying.

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

*giggles* bad Chris!!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

But he's sooo good when he's bad. LOL