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Title: Terrible Timing
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Glitch/Cain, Jeb
Summary: “Nothing like near-death experience to remind you of what’s important.”
”Hold him still.”
Wyatt fought the dizzying fog that surrounded his mind, grasping and clinging desperately to the sound of a familiar voice just on the edges of his awareness. A hand held his head firmly in place, another pressed down on his collarbone. A whisper of breath against his ear made him tremble. “You always did have terrible timing.”
Eyes open, just a crack, just enough to let in a hint of light and a shadowy shape hovering over his face. Wyatt touched his tongue to his dry lips, blinking to clear the image. “Glitch?”
Upside down, Glitch’s relieved smile looked like a bizarre grimace. “Trust me, you’re better off going back to sleep for this.”
Not sure what Glitch was talking about, Wyatt shifted against the hard surface he was laid out on. Judged it to be a hard wood floor and therefore explaining some of his growing discomfort as he became more and more conscious of his body.
“I said hold still,” the first voice said sharply and Wyatt turned his head, noticing for the first time Jeb kneeling at his side. “Dad, you’ve got to stay really still.”
Wyatt followed the path of Jeb’s focus and found himself looking at his own left arm, stretched out away from his body and covered in blood. He swallowed the pained groan that rose in his throat at the sight. Watching in horrified fascination, Wyatt saw Jeb bring his hand down toward torn flesh, the flash of metal in his fingers followed by a sharp sting.
“Are you – “ Wyatt started, then winced, hissing at the bite of the needle into his arm.
“You’d bleed to death before we could get you to help,” Jeb replied absently, pulling the thread up and tying off another stitch. “We’re at least a day’s ride from the nearest doctor. Figure I can get you stitched up for now and ride ahead. You and Glitch can follow when you’re feeling up to it; you took a nasty bump to the head when you fell.”
Letting the words flow over him, Wyatt took a moment to look around where they were. The pain in his forearm was starting to fade into numbness, his body working overtime. There was a roof over their heads, a table and chairs nearby, and a stout black stove against the far wall. “Where are we?”
“Resistance outpost,” Jeb told him, wiping fresh blood with a wet cloth before starting the next stitch. “No one lives here, it was just for signal relay. Better that trying to patch you up out in the woods.”
“Thanks for that,” Wyatt rolled his head back to where it started and looked up at Glitch. “You two okay?”
Glitch nodded, his curls twitching with the motion. “We somehow managed to avoid falling off a cliff. Your horse is fine, by the way.”
“Good,” Wyatt let his eyes drift closed, weary and nauseous and exhausted. His arm seriously hurt so he figured he might as well take their advice and sleep through the rest of the torture.
~*~
The next time Wyatt woke, it was dark and quiet. Under his head was a folded piece of cloth. Sitting up with a groan, he glanced down and saw that it was Jeb’s. He looked at his arm, now clean and neatly stitched down the length of the inside. He would have to remember to thank his son for the excellent work.
“Hey,” Glitch’s voice came from somewhere behind and above him so he turned his body, seeing Glitch bent over the table. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt answered honestly, feeling his head for the sore spot. It still hurt when he touched it, but the earlier ache had faded away. He braced his good arm on the floor and climbed to his feet, accepting the helping hand from Glitch. “Did Jeb head out?”
Glitch nodded and turned back to the table. He folded himself over the edge, reaching for the corner of the map he had spread out on the surface. “We’re here,” he said, then drew his finger down in a line down the paper. “Jeb should be about here by now, and if we set out at dawn, we’ll probably get home about twelve hours behind him.”
Wyatt leaned over to peer past Glitch’s shoulder, incidentally bringing his body fully up against Glitch’s. The curve of Glitch’s backside fit neatly into his groin and he sighed, brushing his lips along the nape of Glitch’s neck as the tingle of interest rushed through him.
There was a soft sigh before Glitch pushed back against him. “What are you doing?”
“I need you,” Wyatt muttered against pale flesh, his uninjured arm sliding around Glitch’s waist.
“Now?” Glitch glanced back incredulously, bracing his elbows on the table.
“Nothing like a near-death experience to remind you of what’s important,” Wyatt explained in a hushed voice, even as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of Glitch’s trousers.
Glitch huffed breathlessly, lending a hand. The hardness pressing against his ass was incentive enough to stop arguing. Together they pushed aside just enough clothing to get down to business; pants and underwear shoved down to mid-thigh, shirts rolled up and out of the way.
Spreading his legs and letting his head drop forward, Glitch hid his wince as Wyatt pushed spit-slicked fingers into him hurriedly, just the briefest attempt at stretching. Then Wyatt, breathing fast and already painfully hard, pushed his erection into Glitch with one smooth motion.
Wyatt groaned, his stitched arm curled around Glitch’s waist and his other hand pressed flat against the table. “Okay?”
Glitch drew a ragged breath, but slid his foot just a tiny bit further out. “Good,” he bit out, cupping his half-hard cock with one hand and shoving back a little. “Please.”
Knowing what Glitch wasn’t saying out loud but asking for anyway, Wyatt kissed hot skin at Glitch’s throat and moved. The table shuddered and creaked with their movement, Wyatt taking him hard and fast and with such desperation they both cried out from the rough friction building between them.
It was Wyatt who finished first, a sharp groan and stuttering hips the only warning Glitch had before he was filled with slick warmth. Glitch whimpered in sympathetic agony, wrapping shaking fingers around his cock and pulling brusquely. “Wyatt – “
Wyatt panted against the back of Glitch’s neck but continued to thrust in while he was still hard, curling his own hand over Glitch’s until together they wrenched the release from the overheated body.
Together, they slumped over the table and fought to catch their breath. Wyatt eventually slipped out and the motion drew a hiss from Glitch. “Sorry,” Wyatt mumbled, kissing Glitch’s temple in apology.
“Don’t be,” Glitch groaned as he straightened his legs, his knees protesting. “You realize we’ll be reeking of sex when we get home?”
Wyatt gave a breathy laugh, hugging Glitch to him again. “Nothing wrong with that.”
~*~
End
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Glitch/Cain, Jeb
Summary: “Nothing like near-death experience to remind you of what’s important.”
”Hold him still.”
Wyatt fought the dizzying fog that surrounded his mind, grasping and clinging desperately to the sound of a familiar voice just on the edges of his awareness. A hand held his head firmly in place, another pressed down on his collarbone. A whisper of breath against his ear made him tremble. “You always did have terrible timing.”
Eyes open, just a crack, just enough to let in a hint of light and a shadowy shape hovering over his face. Wyatt touched his tongue to his dry lips, blinking to clear the image. “Glitch?”
Upside down, Glitch’s relieved smile looked like a bizarre grimace. “Trust me, you’re better off going back to sleep for this.”
Not sure what Glitch was talking about, Wyatt shifted against the hard surface he was laid out on. Judged it to be a hard wood floor and therefore explaining some of his growing discomfort as he became more and more conscious of his body.
“I said hold still,” the first voice said sharply and Wyatt turned his head, noticing for the first time Jeb kneeling at his side. “Dad, you’ve got to stay really still.”
Wyatt followed the path of Jeb’s focus and found himself looking at his own left arm, stretched out away from his body and covered in blood. He swallowed the pained groan that rose in his throat at the sight. Watching in horrified fascination, Wyatt saw Jeb bring his hand down toward torn flesh, the flash of metal in his fingers followed by a sharp sting.
“Are you – “ Wyatt started, then winced, hissing at the bite of the needle into his arm.
“You’d bleed to death before we could get you to help,” Jeb replied absently, pulling the thread up and tying off another stitch. “We’re at least a day’s ride from the nearest doctor. Figure I can get you stitched up for now and ride ahead. You and Glitch can follow when you’re feeling up to it; you took a nasty bump to the head when you fell.”
Letting the words flow over him, Wyatt took a moment to look around where they were. The pain in his forearm was starting to fade into numbness, his body working overtime. There was a roof over their heads, a table and chairs nearby, and a stout black stove against the far wall. “Where are we?”
“Resistance outpost,” Jeb told him, wiping fresh blood with a wet cloth before starting the next stitch. “No one lives here, it was just for signal relay. Better that trying to patch you up out in the woods.”
“Thanks for that,” Wyatt rolled his head back to where it started and looked up at Glitch. “You two okay?”
Glitch nodded, his curls twitching with the motion. “We somehow managed to avoid falling off a cliff. Your horse is fine, by the way.”
“Good,” Wyatt let his eyes drift closed, weary and nauseous and exhausted. His arm seriously hurt so he figured he might as well take their advice and sleep through the rest of the torture.
~*~
The next time Wyatt woke, it was dark and quiet. Under his head was a folded piece of cloth. Sitting up with a groan, he glanced down and saw that it was Jeb’s. He looked at his arm, now clean and neatly stitched down the length of the inside. He would have to remember to thank his son for the excellent work.
“Hey,” Glitch’s voice came from somewhere behind and above him so he turned his body, seeing Glitch bent over the table. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt answered honestly, feeling his head for the sore spot. It still hurt when he touched it, but the earlier ache had faded away. He braced his good arm on the floor and climbed to his feet, accepting the helping hand from Glitch. “Did Jeb head out?”
Glitch nodded and turned back to the table. He folded himself over the edge, reaching for the corner of the map he had spread out on the surface. “We’re here,” he said, then drew his finger down in a line down the paper. “Jeb should be about here by now, and if we set out at dawn, we’ll probably get home about twelve hours behind him.”
Wyatt leaned over to peer past Glitch’s shoulder, incidentally bringing his body fully up against Glitch’s. The curve of Glitch’s backside fit neatly into his groin and he sighed, brushing his lips along the nape of Glitch’s neck as the tingle of interest rushed through him.
There was a soft sigh before Glitch pushed back against him. “What are you doing?”
“I need you,” Wyatt muttered against pale flesh, his uninjured arm sliding around Glitch’s waist.
“Now?” Glitch glanced back incredulously, bracing his elbows on the table.
“Nothing like a near-death experience to remind you of what’s important,” Wyatt explained in a hushed voice, even as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of Glitch’s trousers.
Glitch huffed breathlessly, lending a hand. The hardness pressing against his ass was incentive enough to stop arguing. Together they pushed aside just enough clothing to get down to business; pants and underwear shoved down to mid-thigh, shirts rolled up and out of the way.
Spreading his legs and letting his head drop forward, Glitch hid his wince as Wyatt pushed spit-slicked fingers into him hurriedly, just the briefest attempt at stretching. Then Wyatt, breathing fast and already painfully hard, pushed his erection into Glitch with one smooth motion.
Wyatt groaned, his stitched arm curled around Glitch’s waist and his other hand pressed flat against the table. “Okay?”
Glitch drew a ragged breath, but slid his foot just a tiny bit further out. “Good,” he bit out, cupping his half-hard cock with one hand and shoving back a little. “Please.”
Knowing what Glitch wasn’t saying out loud but asking for anyway, Wyatt kissed hot skin at Glitch’s throat and moved. The table shuddered and creaked with their movement, Wyatt taking him hard and fast and with such desperation they both cried out from the rough friction building between them.
It was Wyatt who finished first, a sharp groan and stuttering hips the only warning Glitch had before he was filled with slick warmth. Glitch whimpered in sympathetic agony, wrapping shaking fingers around his cock and pulling brusquely. “Wyatt – “
Wyatt panted against the back of Glitch’s neck but continued to thrust in while he was still hard, curling his own hand over Glitch’s until together they wrenched the release from the overheated body.
Together, they slumped over the table and fought to catch their breath. Wyatt eventually slipped out and the motion drew a hiss from Glitch. “Sorry,” Wyatt mumbled, kissing Glitch’s temple in apology.
“Don’t be,” Glitch groaned as he straightened his legs, his knees protesting. “You realize we’ll be reeking of sex when we get home?”
Wyatt gave a breathy laugh, hugging Glitch to him again. “Nothing wrong with that.”
~*~
End
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Ahem! Wooo, yes, that, thank you. *noms on the rough-and-dirty-pretty*
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Quotes, because who doesn't love 'em?
No one lives here, it was just for signal relay.
This is brilliant. I hone in on little details about the war, and a phrase like "signal relay" is like my definition of geek kink. Yes, I'm just like that.
accepting the helping hand from Glitch
Hehehehehee, the helping hand. Sorry, it just made me giggle, little subtle Al*verse stuff, even if it was unintentional, that's where my mind went.
the release from the overheated body.
As I said, I love your porn. That's a fantastic line.
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\o/ I love that you pick up on those little details, too! Jeb being a Grown-Up is something I don't take seriously very much, so this scene was just necessary.
*HELPING HAND!!* *howls* I didn't even catch that! Now I'm picturing Glitch giving Cain the little robot. *giggles*
*blushes* Ah, porn. My old friend. (When I first started writing like, 8 years ago, porn was about 90% of what I produced.)
Thank you so much!! I'm thrilled that you liked it!
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I can just see Glitch's sweat slicked curls sticking to his forehead...
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Mmmmmm....*fans self* Such a pretty man....
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But NOOOO he got right down to business!
Hmph. Typical.
<3 Iloveyou. :D
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*grin and smooches*
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