Pairing: Lorne/Kavanagh, McKay/Sheppard if you squint *hides*
Word Count: 601
Summary: Kavanagh is pissed off. Lorne has to pay.
Prompt: For October 15th challenge at slashing_lorne: ‘write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne or his lover being grouchy’. And ‘033:Too Much’ for fanfic100.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Shameless PWP. I blame fanboy_of_zeus for making me crave dom!Kav.
“I’m sorry I leant out your copy of Serenity.” Lorne said as sincerely as he could manage. “I didn’t realise how close it was to you.”
“I waited for weeks to get that.” Kavanagh said rolling over in bed and moving further away from the airmen. “And you gave it to MCKAY of all people.”
Lorne budged up along the bed, trying to get close to his lover again. “Hey, I gave it to Colonel Sheppard.” He said holding his hands up, as if that lessened the crime. “I just saw it lying around. And Colonel Sheppard was talking about wanting it as a surprise for a friend. He said he’d return it.”
Kavanagh pushed him away and got out of bed. “I haven’t even seen it yet. I was saving it for a good time. Now McKay gets to watch MY copy before I can.”
Lorne sighed and followed him out of the bed. “If I got you a new one would that make it ok.”
Kavanagh glared at him. “What? You gonna have the SGC pop it through the ‘gate?” He replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “The Daedalus only just arrived. It’ll be at least three months until another trip.”
Lorne looked thoughtful for a minute, before moving close enough to wrap his arms around Kavanagh’s waist, their bare chests flush against one another. “So maybe I can do something else to make up for it.” He murmured seductively into his ear.
Kavanagh brightened at that, getting an evil gleam in his eyes, as he took a step back, putting some space between them. “On your knees.” He ordered sternly. Nick nodded and did as he was told.
“Do you want to suck me?” He asked, almost pleasantly.
Nick nodded again. “Yeah,” he breathed.
“A lot. I want to taste you and tease you and then take you all down.” Lorne said slowly and quietly, feeling himself getting turned on.
“Good.” Kavanagh replied pleased. “Take off my pants. But don’t touch anything else.” Nick did so, and bit his lip as Calvin’s cock came free right in front of his face.
“Now, put your hands behind your head.” Kavanagh continued. Nick blinked at the strange request, but did so.
“Good. Now, don’t move.” Kavanagh instructed. He let his own hands wander down to his cock, starting a slow rhythm of squeezing and stroking. His eyes never leaving Nick.
“Talk to me.” He murmured. “Tell me you want me.”
“Oh god. I want you. So much.” Nick moaned, mesmerised in watching Cal.
Kavanagh smiled and started pumping harder, thrusting his hips perilously close to Nick, but never close enough and moaning wantonly. Putting on a real show for him.
“Oh Cal…please…you have to let me…” Nick pleaded, his normally loose fitting pants feeling uncomfortably tight.
Kavanagh shook his head. “Move a muscle and we stop.” He threatened. Nick nodded again, swallowing hard.
Calvin drew it out as long as he could. Stopping himself every time he felt he was about to come. Nick’s gasps and pleas and the tiny little needy sounds he was making in the back of this throat fuelled him on. After torturously long minutes he came, spilling onto Nick’s face.
Nick eagerly started to lap at it, before stopping and looking up and Cal sheepishly. Kavanagh could see his desperation; it was coming off him in vibes. He laughed, not unkindly, and gave him a hand up. Pushing him against the wall, he kissed him, rubbing against him at the same time.
The kiss hadn’t even finished when Nick came in his pants.