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obstinatrix ([personal profile] obstinatrix) wrote2009-07-28 11:26 pm
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Fic: The Imaginative Factor (NC-17)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhdear.

Title: The Imaginative Factor
Pairing: Shatnoy
Rating: NCC-1701 like the Enterprise, baby.
Disclaimer: Never ever ever happened; never will.
Warnings/Notes: This is a short and plotless fic about rimming. Basically. Yes, I went there. Yes, I am ashamed of myself.



Say what you like about Bill Shatner - and, hell, people say a lot of things - but you couldn't ever say he wasn't inventive. Bill is, and always has been, a man who thinks outside the box, particularly when it's to his own advantage to do so.

So, when DeForest tells him that the reason Leonard won't let Bill fuck him has nothing to do with a fear of submission, as Bill suspected, and everything to do with a genuine, uncomplicated fear of Bill's superhumanly large cock, he thinks it's time for a little ingenuity.

He's wanted to see Leonard this way, flat on his back with his legs spread and his hips canted upwards, for so long now that he can't remember a time when he didn't. The little flickers of sensation that show on his face as Bill circles him with his fingers are fascinating, and Bill is accordingly rapt, eyes fixed on Leonard's face as he slicks him up, opening him with firm twisting motions: one finger at first, then two. Leonard's jaw clenches, his eyes tight shut. Bill finds that spot inside of him, spongy and nubbed, and presses there and Leonard arches his back with a sharp little whimper, and oh, hell, yes. This, this is what Bill's wanted to see all this time; the breathless torque of Leonard's body as he pushes himself onto Bill's fingers, the tension in his wiry muscles as he fights a total loss of control.

"Baby," Bill whispers, scissoring his fingers in Leonard's tight heat, working him so Leonard grips the bedsheets and cries out. "That's it, baby. I've got you. Bill's got you."

And they're stupid things, infantile things, but he says them anyway and Leonard doesn't seem to mind. His head is thrown back, so his body describes a lanky, graceful, pale-skinned arc from his ankles to the top of his head. He's moaning, twisting, hips tilted right up off the mattress so Bill can press further inside him. His legs are spread, vulnerable, and Bill wants nothing but more of him, more of this; wants nothing more or less than the absolute dissolution of Leonard's self-control.

At the first touch of his tongue there, Leonard jerks so hard Bill feels his balls clench. He almost expects him to come on the spot, all sticky and thick in Bill's hair, but to his great credit, he doesn't; only pulls away peremptorily until Bill grips him hard by the hipbones and drags him back. And then he's holding him, lifting him; gripping him by the backside and tracing little circles with his tongue, and it's sweaty and sharp and tastes mostly of lube, and Leonard's obviously not expecting Bill to push his tongue inside, because he almost hits the ceiling when it happens.

"Oh shit, Bill - Bill - baby - oh fuck ohgod you're amazing oh fuck - "

- and the words become babble, and the babble becomes a whine, and Bill's tonguing him as deeply as his jaw will permit, spreading Leonard wide with his palms on his thighs. He doesn't take long like this, with Bill licking deep to the core of him; Bill can tell from the twist and shudder of Leonard's body that this is a first for him. He can tell, too, from the fierceness of the orgasm that rips through Leonard, the way he surges upwards from the bed to grip Bill's shoulders - the way he screams - that it's highly unlikely to be a last time.

"Bill," Leonard says, breathlessly, when he's recovered sufficiently to form coherent words. "What the - where did - "

"They call me Imaginative Bill, Len," Bill tells him with a grin; "it's my cowboy name." He wriggles up the bed towards the pillows, and rolls over onto his back, spreads his legs. His erection is leaking all over his stomach, aching. "You wanna try?"

And oh, yes, Bill thinks to himself, as Leonard drags himself up on his elbows and dips his head to kiss Bill's cock hello, there are benefits to having a little imagination. That's for damn certain.

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