Fic: Sins of the Flesh
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tj_roweTitle: Sins of the Flesh
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chase_jack, now polished with some more substance and posted in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamerterra and xsrarepairs
Genre/Rating: Smut
Pairing: Guan/Chase through the medium of Jack/Chase.
Warnings: Imagining someone else, use of restraints.
Wordcount: 550
Chase awoke when he felt his long, lithe limbs uncurling without his consent. One arm was stretching up, the wrist encircled by... something. Chase opened one eye.
A white form wavered in front of his face. Belly Button. Blue Boxers. Spicer's stomach? What was the boy doing, here and at this time of night? Suddenly Chase became aware of his other wrist, and his ankles. Bound. Suspended.
The knots were amateurish, a quick roll of one foot revealed. The foolish boy had tried to reef knot leather straps - how like him to focus on the look of the thing rather than its function.
His arm ceased unfurling even as he thought of it, the strap becoming suddenly tight and then not so as it was released. Then came the strangest part of all - if Chase Young had become accustomed to Spicer sneaking into his bedroom at night, he had not become accustomed to the boy dropping down to kiss him on the lips.
"You become bold, Spicer, when you think that you have nothing to fear," the man said, when Jack's mouth had finished its ministrations. The boy recoiled upon realising that his prey was awake, and again upon noticing the emphasis on the word 'think'.
"Yeah?" he asked, studying his idol's face nervously.
"Would you dare do something like this is you did not... think me suitably restrained?"
Spicer didn't answer, and instead took the weight off of his knees, transferring it first to his arms and then to his abdomen, which, non-coincidentally, was just over Chase' own. Chase flinched an angry stage flinch, hardly there but enough for Spicer to notice, to give the boy a chance to remove his thigh from between Chase' legs before he was ripped to shreds.
The boy ignored it, giving a wicked grin and rocking forward obstinately, a motion that sent an impulse to Chase' medulla. The man's eyes widened in shock, which just made Jack's grin wider.
The next time that Spicer leant forward for a stolen snog, Chase found himself unable to reject him. It had been a long time since he and Guan had parted... A long time indeed, but not enough time to forget. His body felt warm at the memory, almost uncomfortably so. Almost.
Jack began to rock back and forth, grinding down; Chase' eyes closed slowly. Memories rushing back. Guan. Memories deliciously similar to the scene of present, right down to the licking on his collarbone and hot breath on his neck... He let himself get lost in them, until they were blotted out in a wave of intensity.
Chase came back to himself breathing heavily and fighting off a wave of lethargy. There was no Guan here, not for him in this time. There was only Jack Spicer, sitting in his lap and looking more than a little smug.
The boy gave a nervous laugh. "I didn't expect you to yell so loud," he said sheepishly, still hard against Chase's groin.
"Oh, Spicer..." Chase sighed with what was supposed to be exasperation, but lacked the energy. Reprimanding the boy could wait for a... until...
His eyes began to close again, involuntarily, but jerked open again. He felt the sudden chill of the night air about his nethers, and then Jack- no, Spicer's tongue cool against the fevered skin. Chase Young faded back into the unconsciousness of sleep.
Status: Originally posted in
chase_jack, now polished with some more substance and posted in tamerterra and xsrarepairsGenre/Rating: Smut
Pairing: Guan/Chase through the medium of Jack/Chase.
Warnings: Imagining someone else, use of restraints.
Wordcount: 550
Chase awoke when he felt his long, lithe limbs uncurling without his consent. One arm was stretching up, the wrist encircled by... something. Chase opened one eye.
A white form wavered in front of his face. Belly Button. Blue Boxers. Spicer's stomach? What was the boy doing, here and at this time of night? Suddenly Chase became aware of his other wrist, and his ankles. Bound. Suspended.
The knots were amateurish, a quick roll of one foot revealed. The foolish boy had tried to reef knot leather straps - how like him to focus on the look of the thing rather than its function.
His arm ceased unfurling even as he thought of it, the strap becoming suddenly tight and then not so as it was released. Then came the strangest part of all - if Chase Young had become accustomed to Spicer sneaking into his bedroom at night, he had not become accustomed to the boy dropping down to kiss him on the lips.
"You become bold, Spicer, when you think that you have nothing to fear," the man said, when Jack's mouth had finished its ministrations. The boy recoiled upon realising that his prey was awake, and again upon noticing the emphasis on the word 'think'.
"Yeah?" he asked, studying his idol's face nervously.
"Would you dare do something like this is you did not... think me suitably restrained?"
Spicer didn't answer, and instead took the weight off of his knees, transferring it first to his arms and then to his abdomen, which, non-coincidentally, was just over Chase' own. Chase flinched an angry stage flinch, hardly there but enough for Spicer to notice, to give the boy a chance to remove his thigh from between Chase' legs before he was ripped to shreds.
The boy ignored it, giving a wicked grin and rocking forward obstinately, a motion that sent an impulse to Chase' medulla. The man's eyes widened in shock, which just made Jack's grin wider.
The next time that Spicer leant forward for a stolen snog, Chase found himself unable to reject him. It had been a long time since he and Guan had parted... A long time indeed, but not enough time to forget. His body felt warm at the memory, almost uncomfortably so. Almost.
Jack began to rock back and forth, grinding down; Chase' eyes closed slowly. Memories rushing back. Guan. Memories deliciously similar to the scene of present, right down to the licking on his collarbone and hot breath on his neck... He let himself get lost in them, until they were blotted out in a wave of intensity.
Chase came back to himself breathing heavily and fighting off a wave of lethargy. There was no Guan here, not for him in this time. There was only Jack Spicer, sitting in his lap and looking more than a little smug.
The boy gave a nervous laugh. "I didn't expect you to yell so loud," he said sheepishly, still hard against Chase's groin.
"Oh, Spicer..." Chase sighed with what was supposed to be exasperation, but lacked the energy. Reprimanding the boy could wait for a... until...
His eyes began to close again, involuntarily, but jerked open again. He felt the sudden chill of the night air about his nethers, and then Jack- no, Spicer's tongue cool against the fevered skin. Chase Young faded back into the unconsciousness of sleep.
