Mmm, little ficlets
Jul. 18th, 2006 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kelly_girl
Awhile back I asked for prompts and got some. Finally finished which makes me smile because anything finished is of the good.
For Zortified
Fandom- CSI- Nick and another person of your choice.
Prompt- Making a mistake
Wiped Clean
Rating: PG-13
Nick and Greg
Not mine, no money being made. Trust me, I’d know.
The halls were quiet as Nick walked them. He peeked into glass enclosed rooms but didn’t see Greg anywhere. He hoped Greg hadn’t left the building. If he’d left, it was going to make Nick’s job a lot harder. He couldn’t believe he’d blown up like that. Greg had done outrageous things before and Nick had never lost his cool. Greg’s breezy explanation about two guys found dead being more than just roommates should have never made Nick as angry as he’d been. He had no clue why he’d snapped at Greg to mind his own business.
His words still burned a hole in his stomach. He’d had no right to tell Greg he always had sex on the brain. He winced at the tone he’d used. Could he have been more derisive?
Nick thought the locker room was empty, until he heard the soft clang of someone at their locker. Sure enough, it was Greg. Nick leaned against the lockers and watched his best friend. They’d argued before, but this was different. Deep down he was scared he’d changed everything. Nick cleared his throat and watched as Greg’s entire body tensed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. Especially in front of other people.” Nick paused but Greg didn’t even turn around. Nick continued. “I don’t believe you have sex on the brain all the time and even if you do, it’s none of my business.”
Greg finally looked at him. Nick had never seen the tech look so serious. Even when presenting them with results, he carried a sort of glee because his information got them closer to arresting someone.
“You’re right. It’s none of your business.” He stepped closer and Nick looked into somber eyes. “Maybe you need to be truthful with yourself, Nick. Maybe you need to figure out why you got so angry.” His shoulder brushed Nick’s as he passed him. “Next time you have a problem with me, make sure it’s about work.”
Nick watched him leave and sighed. He’d damaged something there and it would take awhile to get it back. He opened his locker and rummaged through his belongings. It would be a little hard to get to sleep today.
The End.
For Lunardreamed
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: Moving
Moving Day
Tony/Gibbs
Rated PG-13
Not mine, no moola being made.
Tony carried the last box in and sat it down with a groan. He was sweaty, his back hurt and he wanted to drink a gallon of water. As if his mind was being read, a glass of water appeared. Tony smiled and grabbed it. He gulped it down. The feel of cold ice pressed against his lips and delicious water soothing his throat made him moan in pleasure. He finished and slung one arm around Gibbs’ shoulders.
“Thanks. I really needed that.”
Gibbs studied the crowded living room.
“Yeah I could tell. You have a lot of crap, DiNozzo.”
Tony laughed. “Yeah, luckily your living room can hold it.
He kept his arm around Gibbs’ shoulder and led him down the hall. Tony stopped and leaned against the doorway, looking at the new bed. He smoothed the hand on Gibbs shoulder down the ex-marines back and let it rest lightly on Gibbs’ ass. He met Gibbs raised eyebrow with one of his own.
“Wanna test the new bed?” Tony gave Gibbs his best leer.
Gibbs laughed. “Maybe you should take a shower first. Then you can start unpacking.”
Tony waved a hand through the air. “Unpacking can wait.”
He planned on Gibbs unpacking for him, but no need to warn the older agent. Gibbs was wily and he’d figure it out or threaten Tony, once the boxes were around for a few days. Tony walked toward the bathroom, undressing as he went. He knew Gibbs’ eyes were on his body. This moving in thing was going to be so fun.
Naked, he turned and smirked.
“Want to wash my back?”
He laughed as Gibbs followed him into the bathroom. Oh yeah, moving in was the best thing. Even if Gibbs had thought it’d been his idea.
The End.
For Peach1250
Fandom: The Unit, Top and the new boy
Prompt: "So how did you get that guy to take you out on his boat?"
Reassurance
Jonas/Bob
Rated NC17
Takes place after episode five, “Non-permissive environment.”
Not mine, no money being made.
Bob joked and laughed with the rest of his team. He truly felt like a part of everything and not just the new guy. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Jonas looking at him a few times but he ignored him. Bob knew what Jonas wanted, but he was determined that no one find out how he’d gotten back to the States.
He walked home, wanting the cool breeze that didn’t carry the smell of the ocean. When a hand grabbed him and pulled him into a shadowed alley he wasn’t surprised. Jonas’ voice whispered and Bob had to lean closer to hear him.
“You going to talk about it?”
Bob shook his head. “I made it back. Does it matter?”
“It matters if you’re going to take it home with you. Are you?”
Bob thought about it. Would it be hard to lay next to Kim and sleep, knowing he’d broken his vows? He thought about it too long. Jonas pushed him against a cold metal wall and unhooked Bob’s belt. Bob felt like he was in a dream. A large warm hand grabbed his dick. He blinked and looked up at Jonas. He moaned and tried to move the hand, but Jonas’ other hand pushed his chest more firmly against the wall.
“What would you rather remember? This or that guy?”
Bob shivered. He was hard and the way Jonas’ callused hand handled him had him thrusting forward. He closed his eyes.
“Open your eyes. This is I. I want you to remember that.”
Bob stared into dark brown eyes. He hoped no one found them. He couldn’t stop moving his hips. The kindness and trust on Jonas’ face made the past day fade away. He kept thrusting and when Jonas pressed a certain spot, Bob bit his lip and came. He hung there against the wall as if he was stuck, while Jonas pulled out a handkerchief and wiped him off. Before he could think of anything to say his pants were fastened, and Jonas was walking away.
“Thanks, Top.”
Jonas turned and nodded. “Sleep well.”
The End.
For Llaras
Fandom: The Unit
Prompt: Bob/Mack after a mission on the plane home(I have the urge to add snakes)
Mile High
Takes place after episode 9, “Eating the Young.”
Bob/Mack
Rated NC17
Not mine, no money being made.
Bob washed his hands in the airplane bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. The day had been exhausting. He loved his job and the unexpected turns it could take. He’d liked going undercover with Mack. He could still hear Mack’s Irish accent. It had made his entire body throb. He dried his hands and stared in shock as Mack opened the door and slipped inside the small room. He pushed Bob against the sink and pressed close. His voice was heavy and rough.
“Everyone’s asleep. You ever get off on a plane?”
Bob rolled his eyes. “Duh. Who hasn’t?” He slid one arm around Mack’s waist and smirked at the frown on the other man’s face. “But I’m willing to try it again.”
Mack's hands were warm as they worked their way under Bob’s t-shirt. Bob pressed closer and bypassed Mack’s mouth to suck and lick on his neck. He knew he couldn’t leave marks, but sometimes the temptation was so powerful. Mack groaned and crowded closer. Bob could feel Mack’s cock bump against his own. He left Mack’s neck and used his hands to unbuckle and unzip Mack’s pants.
Bob hummed as Mack’s warm cock filled his hand. He pumped him a few times before looking into Mack’s eyes. Bob smirked as Mack grew harder. When Mack pulled out of his hand and turned him around Bob kept hold of the laugh that wanted to bubble out of his throat. Adrenaline still coursed hot and heavy through his veins. It’d been exciting to blow that helicopter out of the sky. The approving looks he’d gotten from the rest of the team had been like icing on the cake.
One slick finger slid into him like it was coming home. A second finger soon joined it and Bob grunted softly as Mack massaged that sweet aching spot inside him. Bob moved backwards a bit to brush against Mack’s erection. Mack got the silent message and hurried up. Bob sighed as Mack thrust inside him hard and rough. Bob mouthed the word ‘fuck’ over and over as Mack tried to drill him into the bathroom sink. Bob felt full and hot, Mack’s cock pushing into him like it was trying to conquer him. Callused fingers stroked him almost painfully and Bob shivered. He came and bit his lips to keep from groaning long and loud. He heard a quiet laugh from behind him, before Mack sped up and came, his fingers pressed tightly into Bob’s waist.
They cleaned up without speaking, and Bob resisted the urge to smack Mack on the ass as he left the bathroom. Bob gave it a few minutes before he left the cramped room and made it back to his seat. The rest of the team was still asleep or pretending to be, and that was good enough for Bob. He dozed off and dreamed of clear sunny days with the smell of gunpowder in the air.
The End.
For Zortified
Fandom- CSI- Nick and another person of your choice.
Prompt- Making a mistake
Wiped Clean
Rating: PG-13
Nick and Greg
Not mine, no money being made. Trust me, I’d know.
The halls were quiet as Nick walked them. He peeked into glass enclosed rooms but didn’t see Greg anywhere. He hoped Greg hadn’t left the building. If he’d left, it was going to make Nick’s job a lot harder. He couldn’t believe he’d blown up like that. Greg had done outrageous things before and Nick had never lost his cool. Greg’s breezy explanation about two guys found dead being more than just roommates should have never made Nick as angry as he’d been. He had no clue why he’d snapped at Greg to mind his own business.
His words still burned a hole in his stomach. He’d had no right to tell Greg he always had sex on the brain. He winced at the tone he’d used. Could he have been more derisive?
Nick thought the locker room was empty, until he heard the soft clang of someone at their locker. Sure enough, it was Greg. Nick leaned against the lockers and watched his best friend. They’d argued before, but this was different. Deep down he was scared he’d changed everything. Nick cleared his throat and watched as Greg’s entire body tensed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. Especially in front of other people.” Nick paused but Greg didn’t even turn around. Nick continued. “I don’t believe you have sex on the brain all the time and even if you do, it’s none of my business.”
Greg finally looked at him. Nick had never seen the tech look so serious. Even when presenting them with results, he carried a sort of glee because his information got them closer to arresting someone.
“You’re right. It’s none of your business.” He stepped closer and Nick looked into somber eyes. “Maybe you need to be truthful with yourself, Nick. Maybe you need to figure out why you got so angry.” His shoulder brushed Nick’s as he passed him. “Next time you have a problem with me, make sure it’s about work.”
Nick watched him leave and sighed. He’d damaged something there and it would take awhile to get it back. He opened his locker and rummaged through his belongings. It would be a little hard to get to sleep today.
The End.
For Lunardreamed
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: Moving
Moving Day
Tony/Gibbs
Rated PG-13
Not mine, no moola being made.
Tony carried the last box in and sat it down with a groan. He was sweaty, his back hurt and he wanted to drink a gallon of water. As if his mind was being read, a glass of water appeared. Tony smiled and grabbed it. He gulped it down. The feel of cold ice pressed against his lips and delicious water soothing his throat made him moan in pleasure. He finished and slung one arm around Gibbs’ shoulders.
“Thanks. I really needed that.”
Gibbs studied the crowded living room.
“Yeah I could tell. You have a lot of crap, DiNozzo.”
Tony laughed. “Yeah, luckily your living room can hold it.
He kept his arm around Gibbs’ shoulder and led him down the hall. Tony stopped and leaned against the doorway, looking at the new bed. He smoothed the hand on Gibbs shoulder down the ex-marines back and let it rest lightly on Gibbs’ ass. He met Gibbs raised eyebrow with one of his own.
“Wanna test the new bed?” Tony gave Gibbs his best leer.
Gibbs laughed. “Maybe you should take a shower first. Then you can start unpacking.”
Tony waved a hand through the air. “Unpacking can wait.”
He planned on Gibbs unpacking for him, but no need to warn the older agent. Gibbs was wily and he’d figure it out or threaten Tony, once the boxes were around for a few days. Tony walked toward the bathroom, undressing as he went. He knew Gibbs’ eyes were on his body. This moving in thing was going to be so fun.
Naked, he turned and smirked.
“Want to wash my back?”
He laughed as Gibbs followed him into the bathroom. Oh yeah, moving in was the best thing. Even if Gibbs had thought it’d been his idea.
The End.
For Peach1250
Fandom: The Unit, Top and the new boy
Prompt: "So how did you get that guy to take you out on his boat?"
Reassurance
Jonas/Bob
Rated NC17
Takes place after episode five, “Non-permissive environment.”
Not mine, no money being made.
Bob joked and laughed with the rest of his team. He truly felt like a part of everything and not just the new guy. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Jonas looking at him a few times but he ignored him. Bob knew what Jonas wanted, but he was determined that no one find out how he’d gotten back to the States.
He walked home, wanting the cool breeze that didn’t carry the smell of the ocean. When a hand grabbed him and pulled him into a shadowed alley he wasn’t surprised. Jonas’ voice whispered and Bob had to lean closer to hear him.
“You going to talk about it?”
Bob shook his head. “I made it back. Does it matter?”
“It matters if you’re going to take it home with you. Are you?”
Bob thought about it. Would it be hard to lay next to Kim and sleep, knowing he’d broken his vows? He thought about it too long. Jonas pushed him against a cold metal wall and unhooked Bob’s belt. Bob felt like he was in a dream. A large warm hand grabbed his dick. He blinked and looked up at Jonas. He moaned and tried to move the hand, but Jonas’ other hand pushed his chest more firmly against the wall.
“What would you rather remember? This or that guy?”
Bob shivered. He was hard and the way Jonas’ callused hand handled him had him thrusting forward. He closed his eyes.
“Open your eyes. This is I. I want you to remember that.”
Bob stared into dark brown eyes. He hoped no one found them. He couldn’t stop moving his hips. The kindness and trust on Jonas’ face made the past day fade away. He kept thrusting and when Jonas pressed a certain spot, Bob bit his lip and came. He hung there against the wall as if he was stuck, while Jonas pulled out a handkerchief and wiped him off. Before he could think of anything to say his pants were fastened, and Jonas was walking away.
“Thanks, Top.”
Jonas turned and nodded. “Sleep well.”
The End.
For Llaras
Fandom: The Unit
Prompt: Bob/Mack after a mission on the plane home(I have the urge to add snakes)
Mile High
Takes place after episode 9, “Eating the Young.”
Bob/Mack
Rated NC17
Not mine, no money being made.
Bob washed his hands in the airplane bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. The day had been exhausting. He loved his job and the unexpected turns it could take. He’d liked going undercover with Mack. He could still hear Mack’s Irish accent. It had made his entire body throb. He dried his hands and stared in shock as Mack opened the door and slipped inside the small room. He pushed Bob against the sink and pressed close. His voice was heavy and rough.
“Everyone’s asleep. You ever get off on a plane?”
Bob rolled his eyes. “Duh. Who hasn’t?” He slid one arm around Mack’s waist and smirked at the frown on the other man’s face. “But I’m willing to try it again.”
Mack's hands were warm as they worked their way under Bob’s t-shirt. Bob pressed closer and bypassed Mack’s mouth to suck and lick on his neck. He knew he couldn’t leave marks, but sometimes the temptation was so powerful. Mack groaned and crowded closer. Bob could feel Mack’s cock bump against his own. He left Mack’s neck and used his hands to unbuckle and unzip Mack’s pants.
Bob hummed as Mack’s warm cock filled his hand. He pumped him a few times before looking into Mack’s eyes. Bob smirked as Mack grew harder. When Mack pulled out of his hand and turned him around Bob kept hold of the laugh that wanted to bubble out of his throat. Adrenaline still coursed hot and heavy through his veins. It’d been exciting to blow that helicopter out of the sky. The approving looks he’d gotten from the rest of the team had been like icing on the cake.
One slick finger slid into him like it was coming home. A second finger soon joined it and Bob grunted softly as Mack massaged that sweet aching spot inside him. Bob moved backwards a bit to brush against Mack’s erection. Mack got the silent message and hurried up. Bob sighed as Mack thrust inside him hard and rough. Bob mouthed the word ‘fuck’ over and over as Mack tried to drill him into the bathroom sink. Bob felt full and hot, Mack’s cock pushing into him like it was trying to conquer him. Callused fingers stroked him almost painfully and Bob shivered. He came and bit his lips to keep from groaning long and loud. He heard a quiet laugh from behind him, before Mack sped up and came, his fingers pressed tightly into Bob’s waist.
They cleaned up without speaking, and Bob resisted the urge to smack Mack on the ass as he left the bathroom. Bob gave it a few minutes before he left the cramped room and made it back to his seat. The rest of the team was still asleep or pretending to be, and that was good enough for Bob. He dozed off and dreamed of clear sunny days with the smell of gunpowder in the air.
The End.
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Date: 2006-07-19 02:15 am (UTC)I was all for the expecting of Gibbs/DiNozzo. But The Unit has quickly become one of my favorite shows. But I really never thought of any of the boys in a slashy manner...until that Bob and Mack story. Holy moley.
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Date: 2006-07-19 02:27 am (UTC)I loved it. Perfect Tony. He's got Gibbs wrapped around his pinky and the "Boss" is oblivious, and probably wouldn't mind too much. Great job.
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Date: 2006-07-19 02:49 am (UTC)You? Are allowed to write Unit slash all the time. Encouraged to. My goodness. *fans self*
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-07-19 10:21 am (UTC)Very nice porn. Very nice indeed.