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Note: Most definitely not work safe. A little reward for all my loyal readers! It's almost the end...*sad*
Title: When Wonderland Shatters - 13 of 14
Author: Surreal
Characters/Pairings: Glitch/Cain, DG, Raw, Azkadellia, Queen, Ahamo, others
Genre: Adventure, romance
Rating: NC-17 (violence, m/m slash)
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to L. Frank Baum and the creative minds behind Tin Man. I do not claim to own anything.
Summary: Of all the indicators that their beautiful kingdom had gone to hell, it was the most simple of gestures that told those watching the moment they all had been utterly screwed.
Previously
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13. Read between the lines
Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, Glitch let the steady deluge of hot water wash away the soap in his wet, flattened hair. After taking a moment to enjoy the endlessly strange sensation of water trickling over the teeth of the zipper, he used his fingers to complete the job.
Outside of the usually transparent glass surrounding the spacious shower stall that took up one corner of the bathroom, he saw vague movement through the thick layer of fog coating the surfaces. He smiled to himself, knowing that it was Wyatt fussing with things under the guise of keeping an eye on him.
He heard Wyatt opening and closing cabinets, then leave and reenter. “Care to join me, Tin Man?” Glitch called out, his voice deeply affectionate.
Minutes later, the door clicked open and he was rewarded with a very naked Cain.
Glitch grinned and wrapped him in a loose embrace, pulling him under the spray of water. “Well, look what I got for my birthday,” he joked, running his hands over the pale chest and wide shoulders.
Cain swooped in for a deep kiss, taking advantage of his partner’s open mouth to curl his tongue around Glitch’s. Glitch gave a surprised squeak but quickly reciprocated, pushing Wyatt against the warm, slick tiles.
Warm, strong hands slid up Glitch’s sides, one drifting to the center of his chest and pausing there with palm flat against the bottom of his ribcage. They both glanced down and watched slightly trembling fingers trace the edges of newly healed skin.
“You could have died,” Cain whispered. “I could have lost you.”
“But you didn’t,” Glitch reminded him firmly, setting one of his hands on top of Cain’s. “I’m right here.”
Cain drew a sharp breath and raised his head. “Yes, you are,” he agreed fervently, capturing Glitch’s mouth with his own again.
Reaching blindly for the foamy soap dispensed from a short spout and filling his hand with the sweet smelling substance, Glitch made quick but enjoyable work of washing Cain’s body. He guided Cain under the shower and used his hands to rinse off the lather. Satisfied with his efforts, he reached down and gave a long, slow caress to Cain’s penis.
The action earned him a rather undignified sound from Cain that made Glitch grin and repeat the motion, looking down to watch the cock slowly harden to his skillful touch.
Cain pulled him close, bringing their groins together and kissing the breath out of the advisor. He skated one hand around to the small of Glitch’s back and with a hint of uncertainty, dipped one finger down between firm cheeks to rub over the other man’s entrance.
Glitch jerked against him, mouth dropping open as he moaned against Cain’s mouth. Kissing his way down the side of Cain’s throat, he closed his eyes at the intense rolling pleasure of being touched so intimately. “Oh,” he breathed into Wyatt’s shoulder, his legs spreading slightly to allow better access.
“This okay?” Cain asked, pressing the tip of his finger inside.
“Really, really okay,” Glitch answered ardently, the grip of his hand on Wyatt’s cock tightening. “I want you,” he rasped, raising his head for a feverish kiss. “I want you.”
“You said that.”
“I meant it,” Glitch gave one last stroke before pulling away and fumbling for the shower controls. “Come on, there’s a bed waiting for us.”
There was no need to read between the lines when what was being offered was blatantly clear. Cain steered them out of the steam-filled corner and hastily grabbed the two soft, fluffy towels he had set on a long countertop. They dried themselves quickly, knowing if they didn’t keep their hands to themselves they might never make it to the other room.
Glitch was the first to reach the large bed they had already mussed with their earlier napping. He sprawled on his back, propped up on his elbows and watched in amusement as Wyatt crawled up the bed and up him until their lips met. Staying still, he let Cain explore him with lips and hands, slowly marking his fair skin on the way down.
When Wyatt reached his erection, Glitch let his head fall back and closed his eyes, gasping as the warm, wet mouth took him in. Cain’s hand wrapped around the rest while his mouth gently licked and sucked at the head.
Spreading his legs and canting his hips up just a bit, Glitch made it clear what he wanted.
Cain’s attentions to his cock didn’t stop, but Glitch could feel him shift and retrieve something from the side table. A few moments later he felt blunt, slick fingers tracing down his perineum then one slowly, too slowly, pushing inside. He groaned sharply at the first touch, panting even while relaxing into the intrusion.
While Glitch’s erection was being given thorough treatment the first finger was joined by a second one and he was readied with great consideration and loving care.
“Wyatt...” he breathed, raising his head and reaching down the touch Cain’s shoulder. He waited until Cain looked up before moving. Rolling over onto his stomach, he held himself up on braced elbows, letting the rest of his body remain flat on the bed. He spread his legs on either side of Wyatt’s and glanced over his shoulder with an expectant look.
Cain swallowed hard at the erotic display awaiting him and he took a moment to calm himself, getting more of the oil he had found in the bathroom cabinets earlier onto his fingers and then onto his own cock. He didn’t need to say anything; no need to ask if Glitch was sure, or ready, as the other man had made it clear that he was.
Bracing one hand on the bed next to Glitch’s elbow, Cain used the other hand to guide himself into his partner, steadily and slowly, until he was fully inside. He let his weight rest on Glitch’s back, feeling the tense, shuddering breaths against his chest. His other hand slid down Glitch’s arm until it too came to rest on the bed next to the other elbow.
Hooking his chin over Glitch’s shoulder and taking the time to give a fleeting brush of his lips to Glitch’s jaw, Cain gradually began to move. Hips protested the pace but Wyatt wanted this to go on forever, wanted to show Glitch how much he loved him as he had promised earlier.
Glitch leaned his head back against Cain’s shoulder, the hair still wet from the shower but now also with sweat as he soaked in the passion with which Cain made love to him. Slow and smooth, the cock inside him pressed insistently against a place deep within him that made him clench his fingers into the sheets and push back into the thrusts.
“Wyatt,” he spoke the name like a blessing, his whole body alive and awake with lust. “Oh...gods...”
Cain couldn’t fight it, couldn’t keep the pace going and he sped up his movement. Hips jerked in response and he felt Glitch shift to press his knees into the mattress to give him leverage. Cain put all of his weight onto one hand and he moved his other hand down to grip Glitch’s hard, neglected cock.
Glitch nearly wailed at the sudden, welcome touch and he let his head fall forward, his breaths coming in short, shallow pants. “Please, please, please...”
Wyatt stroked him hard, fast and with intent while matching the rhythm of his own frantic thrusts. He felt Glitch clench around him almost painfully tight and the burst of warm wetness filling his hand sent him reeling. Adding his own deep moans to those of the man under him, he pushed forward one last time and found intense, powerful release.
They both collapsed to the bed when it was finally over, remaining in the same position for a long time. Eventually, Cain felt his cock soften and slip free and he shifted to take his weight off Glitch’s back. Sliding to the side and gathering Glitch into his arms, he kissed Glitch slowly, sloppily, as they both smiled in contented pleasure.
Not caring that he ended up in the wet spot, Wyatt sighed and held Glitch as they fell asleep.
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Part 14
Title: When Wonderland Shatters - 13 of 14
Author: Surreal
Characters/Pairings: Glitch/Cain, DG, Raw, Azkadellia, Queen, Ahamo, others
Genre: Adventure, romance
Rating: NC-17 (violence, m/m slash)
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to L. Frank Baum and the creative minds behind Tin Man. I do not claim to own anything.
Summary: Of all the indicators that their beautiful kingdom had gone to hell, it was the most simple of gestures that told those watching the moment they all had been utterly screwed.
Previously
*************
13. Read between the lines
Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, Glitch let the steady deluge of hot water wash away the soap in his wet, flattened hair. After taking a moment to enjoy the endlessly strange sensation of water trickling over the teeth of the zipper, he used his fingers to complete the job.
Outside of the usually transparent glass surrounding the spacious shower stall that took up one corner of the bathroom, he saw vague movement through the thick layer of fog coating the surfaces. He smiled to himself, knowing that it was Wyatt fussing with things under the guise of keeping an eye on him.
He heard Wyatt opening and closing cabinets, then leave and reenter. “Care to join me, Tin Man?” Glitch called out, his voice deeply affectionate.
Minutes later, the door clicked open and he was rewarded with a very naked Cain.
Glitch grinned and wrapped him in a loose embrace, pulling him under the spray of water. “Well, look what I got for my birthday,” he joked, running his hands over the pale chest and wide shoulders.
Cain swooped in for a deep kiss, taking advantage of his partner’s open mouth to curl his tongue around Glitch’s. Glitch gave a surprised squeak but quickly reciprocated, pushing Wyatt against the warm, slick tiles.
Warm, strong hands slid up Glitch’s sides, one drifting to the center of his chest and pausing there with palm flat against the bottom of his ribcage. They both glanced down and watched slightly trembling fingers trace the edges of newly healed skin.
“You could have died,” Cain whispered. “I could have lost you.”
“But you didn’t,” Glitch reminded him firmly, setting one of his hands on top of Cain’s. “I’m right here.”
Cain drew a sharp breath and raised his head. “Yes, you are,” he agreed fervently, capturing Glitch’s mouth with his own again.
Reaching blindly for the foamy soap dispensed from a short spout and filling his hand with the sweet smelling substance, Glitch made quick but enjoyable work of washing Cain’s body. He guided Cain under the shower and used his hands to rinse off the lather. Satisfied with his efforts, he reached down and gave a long, slow caress to Cain’s penis.
The action earned him a rather undignified sound from Cain that made Glitch grin and repeat the motion, looking down to watch the cock slowly harden to his skillful touch.
Cain pulled him close, bringing their groins together and kissing the breath out of the advisor. He skated one hand around to the small of Glitch’s back and with a hint of uncertainty, dipped one finger down between firm cheeks to rub over the other man’s entrance.
Glitch jerked against him, mouth dropping open as he moaned against Cain’s mouth. Kissing his way down the side of Cain’s throat, he closed his eyes at the intense rolling pleasure of being touched so intimately. “Oh,” he breathed into Wyatt’s shoulder, his legs spreading slightly to allow better access.
“This okay?” Cain asked, pressing the tip of his finger inside.
“Really, really okay,” Glitch answered ardently, the grip of his hand on Wyatt’s cock tightening. “I want you,” he rasped, raising his head for a feverish kiss. “I want you.”
“You said that.”
“I meant it,” Glitch gave one last stroke before pulling away and fumbling for the shower controls. “Come on, there’s a bed waiting for us.”
There was no need to read between the lines when what was being offered was blatantly clear. Cain steered them out of the steam-filled corner and hastily grabbed the two soft, fluffy towels he had set on a long countertop. They dried themselves quickly, knowing if they didn’t keep their hands to themselves they might never make it to the other room.
Glitch was the first to reach the large bed they had already mussed with their earlier napping. He sprawled on his back, propped up on his elbows and watched in amusement as Wyatt crawled up the bed and up him until their lips met. Staying still, he let Cain explore him with lips and hands, slowly marking his fair skin on the way down.
When Wyatt reached his erection, Glitch let his head fall back and closed his eyes, gasping as the warm, wet mouth took him in. Cain’s hand wrapped around the rest while his mouth gently licked and sucked at the head.
Spreading his legs and canting his hips up just a bit, Glitch made it clear what he wanted.
Cain’s attentions to his cock didn’t stop, but Glitch could feel him shift and retrieve something from the side table. A few moments later he felt blunt, slick fingers tracing down his perineum then one slowly, too slowly, pushing inside. He groaned sharply at the first touch, panting even while relaxing into the intrusion.
While Glitch’s erection was being given thorough treatment the first finger was joined by a second one and he was readied with great consideration and loving care.
“Wyatt...” he breathed, raising his head and reaching down the touch Cain’s shoulder. He waited until Cain looked up before moving. Rolling over onto his stomach, he held himself up on braced elbows, letting the rest of his body remain flat on the bed. He spread his legs on either side of Wyatt’s and glanced over his shoulder with an expectant look.
Cain swallowed hard at the erotic display awaiting him and he took a moment to calm himself, getting more of the oil he had found in the bathroom cabinets earlier onto his fingers and then onto his own cock. He didn’t need to say anything; no need to ask if Glitch was sure, or ready, as the other man had made it clear that he was.
Bracing one hand on the bed next to Glitch’s elbow, Cain used the other hand to guide himself into his partner, steadily and slowly, until he was fully inside. He let his weight rest on Glitch’s back, feeling the tense, shuddering breaths against his chest. His other hand slid down Glitch’s arm until it too came to rest on the bed next to the other elbow.
Hooking his chin over Glitch’s shoulder and taking the time to give a fleeting brush of his lips to Glitch’s jaw, Cain gradually began to move. Hips protested the pace but Wyatt wanted this to go on forever, wanted to show Glitch how much he loved him as he had promised earlier.
Glitch leaned his head back against Cain’s shoulder, the hair still wet from the shower but now also with sweat as he soaked in the passion with which Cain made love to him. Slow and smooth, the cock inside him pressed insistently against a place deep within him that made him clench his fingers into the sheets and push back into the thrusts.
“Wyatt,” he spoke the name like a blessing, his whole body alive and awake with lust. “Oh...gods...”
Cain couldn’t fight it, couldn’t keep the pace going and he sped up his movement. Hips jerked in response and he felt Glitch shift to press his knees into the mattress to give him leverage. Cain put all of his weight onto one hand and he moved his other hand down to grip Glitch’s hard, neglected cock.
Glitch nearly wailed at the sudden, welcome touch and he let his head fall forward, his breaths coming in short, shallow pants. “Please, please, please...”
Wyatt stroked him hard, fast and with intent while matching the rhythm of his own frantic thrusts. He felt Glitch clench around him almost painfully tight and the burst of warm wetness filling his hand sent him reeling. Adding his own deep moans to those of the man under him, he pushed forward one last time and found intense, powerful release.
They both collapsed to the bed when it was finally over, remaining in the same position for a long time. Eventually, Cain felt his cock soften and slip free and he shifted to take his weight off Glitch’s back. Sliding to the side and gathering Glitch into his arms, he kissed Glitch slowly, sloppily, as they both smiled in contented pleasure.
Not caring that he ended up in the wet spot, Wyatt sighed and held Glitch as they fell asleep.
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Part 14
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Glitch spread out willing and ready.
Sigh!
woo hoo first!
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Definitely better than pancakes.
This is like an affirmation for them, that they're alive and well and together... That's what it feels like to me, anyway, but I'm sappy. XD ♥
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You know it's true love when you don't care if end up in the wet spot, children, Momma knows 'wink'
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*points and meeps at your icon* Too perfect. :D
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You so weren't the only one Mr. Tin Man Sir!
An amazing chapter, simply stunning.
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I may have to come up with another drabble prompt that turns epic for you.