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weredonut who wanted Lance/Brennan. An AU if that's not obvious.
I hope it's okay, hon.
Adam could show displeasure in many ways. At times he would shout or face you down with icy eyes as he told you exactly how wrong you’d been. At others you didn’t even know he was annoyed until you’d been assigned solitary night patrols for the third time in the row and realised that maybe he really had been pissed when you argued that time.
Brennan hated night patrols. They were boring, repetitive and right now he was so cold his fingers felt numb. Carefully looking round the dark streets and seeing no one, Brennan moved closer to the wall and flexed his fingers, relishing the rush of feeling in them before letting tiny sparks fly into the air.
“Careless. Very careless.” A man appeared in the shadows. He seemed amused, smiling so wide his teeth gleamed bright white in the moonlight. A shocking contrast to the rest of his body which was clothed in shadows, making him less a man but the outline of one, a blurring of shapes.
“Where did you come from?” Hands drawn up, Brennan began to shape a telsa coil, moulding it so the electricity spun and formed in a moving sphere. “There was nobody here, I checked.”
“Well you didn’t check enough did you.” Stepping from the shadows, the man walked closer, apparently not caring he could be blasted at any second. “I’ve been here all the time, just watching you.”
“I would have seen you.” Brennan brought back his hands ready to strike.
“Only if I wanted to be seen, and I didn’t want to be, at least not tonight.” Stopping inches away, the man kept grinning and Brennan tensed even more, feeling like the prey in front of a deadly hunter. Not that he should have felt that way; the other man was smaller, dressed in obviously expensive clothes and brand name sunglasses that hid his eyes behind silver mirrors. Brennan should have been able to take him easily, but somehow he knew it wouldn’t be that simple.
“Look, why don’t you just tell me why you’ve been watching before I bust your ass.” Brennan was angry, the stranger didn’t react in any way, just stood smiling and Brennan knew he was seconds away from knocking those perfect teeth down the guy’s throat.
“Why shouldn’t I watch? I like beautiful things, and you’re certainly that.” The man started to move forward again, and Brennan held up his hands again in warning.
“Take one more step and you’ll be deep fried.”
“I don’t think so.” The man seemed to grin impossibly wider and pulled the sunglasses from his eyes and Brennan took an involuntary step back. They were deep green and so compelling Brennan shuddered, feeling every aspect of him was being examined. “In fact I think you’ll put down your hands and come here.”
The realisation he’d been caught by another psyonic was a difficult to take, and Brennan struggled to stop himself discharging and walking close to the man. But even as his body disobeyed him, Brennan’s mouth was still under his control. “I suppose we’re going to see Eckhart now. You look like one of the morons that work for him.”
“For one thing I can’t be that much of a moron, I have you don’t I?” Reaching out the man touched Brennan’s arm briefly. “For another I don’t know who Eckhart is. I told you I was watching you because you’re beautiful, nothing more.”
“So you’ll let me go?” Brennan was incredulous, expecting a GSA vehicle to arrive any moment.
“I will if you promise not to threaten me again.”
Weighing the options, Brennan finally nodded his head then shifted his legs a little, ensuring they really were under his control. “So tell me why you were really watching.”
At last the smile dropped from the others face. “I told you, you’re beautiful. I was walking and saw you, and just had to watch for a while. “The stranger smiled again, but this time it seemed much more genuine as he indicated the shadows behind him. “I shouldn’t have talked though; Chris will go mad if he finds out. I’ll get the whole what’s the point in being a stealth mutant if you talk lecture. But really I had to say something, powering up like that in public was a hell of a risk.”
“You’re a stealth mutant? And you obviously have some psyonic powers, anything else I should know about?”
“I give amazing blow jobs. Or so I’ve been told, I’m not quite limber enough to test myself; I leave that up to JC.”
“What, you mean he can…”
“Suck his own dick, yeah. It’s something to see that’s for sure.” Smirking a little, the man seemed to be thinking. “I suppose that’s one advantage of being a feral they don’t mention, being so flexible and all.”
Unable to stop the thought of the man in front of him sucking his own dick, Brennan laughed when the man blushed a little. “That’s one image of myself I thought I’d never see. Sorry to disappoint you but I can’t do that. I can do lots of other things though.”
“What makes you think I want to see them?”
“I know you want to see them. You’re bored, horny and frustrated just now. Just the same as I am. I want you, you want me. We’re both grown men. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is…” Thinking, Brennan looked at the other man, the way he was staring up at him, not smiling for once, those incredible eyes half shaded but still so compelling. “There is no problem.”
“Just what I thought, now come here.” Brennan shivered as his hand was grabbed and he was pulled into the shadows. Once there he turned so his back was against the wall, closing his eyes as he felt warm hands push under the waistband of his pants. Brennan sighed as he slowly felt his buttons be popped open, one by one. Then moaned deep in his throat when he felt his dick be surrounded by the man’s hot mouth.
The man hadn’t exaggerated, he did give amazing blowjobs and Brennan panted harshly as he was sucked and licked and the man’s hands did amazing things to his body. Stroking and exploring, teasing with gentle touches and fingers that dug into hot spots Brennan didn’t know he had. It was hot and slippery and Brennan was pushing himself forward then being forced back against the rough wall, but he didn’t care about the brick digging into his skin or the needy sounds he was making as he was pushed to his limit, as every bit of control he had was wrenched from his body in a steady suction of lips and tongue.
Vaguely, in the part of his mind not lost to mindless lust, Brennan realised no fingers were touching his body and looked down, almost coming on the spot when he saw the man was jacking himself off, pale hand stroking his own dick as he continued to suck, eyes closed, kneeling on the dirty ground
It was too much, and Brennan came, hands clenching against his legs as he held on for the other man. Willing him on until he shuddered, before resting his head against Brennan’s stomach.
“You’re right, you are good.”
“Told you.” Standing, the man wiped his hand distractively on his jacket, then pulled it off throwing it in the dumpster.
“You have heard of dry cleaning, right.”
“I can afford to buy another, believe me.” Laughing at a private joke, the man slipped his sunglasses back on, and started to move away. “Thanks. I made a good choice tonight.”
“Wait!” Hurriedly fastening his pants, Brennan reached for the man’s shoulder, stopping him as he started to slink away. “Tell me your name at least.”
Brennan knew the stranger was staring despite the glasses, but it seemed he’d passed the test. “Lance. Lance Bass. Don’t bother looking me up on the database, I’m not on there.”
“So will I see you again?”
“Maybe. It depends what TV channels you watch.”
With that, Lance slipped away, blending into the shadows within seconds. All Brennan could do was stand as Lance’s touch still burned on his skin. Somehow he knew they’d meet again. It was just a case of when.
So, yes. This is for
weredonut who wanted Lance/Brennan. An AU if that's not obvious. I hope it's okay, hon.
Adam could show displeasure in many ways. At times he would shout or face you down with icy eyes as he told you exactly how wrong you’d been. At others you didn’t even know he was annoyed until you’d been assigned solitary night patrols for the third time in the row and realised that maybe he really had been pissed when you argued that time.
Brennan hated night patrols. They were boring, repetitive and right now he was so cold his fingers felt numb. Carefully looking round the dark streets and seeing no one, Brennan moved closer to the wall and flexed his fingers, relishing the rush of feeling in them before letting tiny sparks fly into the air.
“Careless. Very careless.” A man appeared in the shadows. He seemed amused, smiling so wide his teeth gleamed bright white in the moonlight. A shocking contrast to the rest of his body which was clothed in shadows, making him less a man but the outline of one, a blurring of shapes.
“Where did you come from?” Hands drawn up, Brennan began to shape a telsa coil, moulding it so the electricity spun and formed in a moving sphere. “There was nobody here, I checked.”
“Well you didn’t check enough did you.” Stepping from the shadows, the man walked closer, apparently not caring he could be blasted at any second. “I’ve been here all the time, just watching you.”
“I would have seen you.” Brennan brought back his hands ready to strike.
“Only if I wanted to be seen, and I didn’t want to be, at least not tonight.” Stopping inches away, the man kept grinning and Brennan tensed even more, feeling like the prey in front of a deadly hunter. Not that he should have felt that way; the other man was smaller, dressed in obviously expensive clothes and brand name sunglasses that hid his eyes behind silver mirrors. Brennan should have been able to take him easily, but somehow he knew it wouldn’t be that simple.
“Look, why don’t you just tell me why you’ve been watching before I bust your ass.” Brennan was angry, the stranger didn’t react in any way, just stood smiling and Brennan knew he was seconds away from knocking those perfect teeth down the guy’s throat.
“Why shouldn’t I watch? I like beautiful things, and you’re certainly that.” The man started to move forward again, and Brennan held up his hands again in warning.
“Take one more step and you’ll be deep fried.”
“I don’t think so.” The man seemed to grin impossibly wider and pulled the sunglasses from his eyes and Brennan took an involuntary step back. They were deep green and so compelling Brennan shuddered, feeling every aspect of him was being examined. “In fact I think you’ll put down your hands and come here.”
The realisation he’d been caught by another psyonic was a difficult to take, and Brennan struggled to stop himself discharging and walking close to the man. But even as his body disobeyed him, Brennan’s mouth was still under his control. “I suppose we’re going to see Eckhart now. You look like one of the morons that work for him.”
“For one thing I can’t be that much of a moron, I have you don’t I?” Reaching out the man touched Brennan’s arm briefly. “For another I don’t know who Eckhart is. I told you I was watching you because you’re beautiful, nothing more.”
“So you’ll let me go?” Brennan was incredulous, expecting a GSA vehicle to arrive any moment.
“I will if you promise not to threaten me again.”
Weighing the options, Brennan finally nodded his head then shifted his legs a little, ensuring they really were under his control. “So tell me why you were really watching.”
At last the smile dropped from the others face. “I told you, you’re beautiful. I was walking and saw you, and just had to watch for a while. “The stranger smiled again, but this time it seemed much more genuine as he indicated the shadows behind him. “I shouldn’t have talked though; Chris will go mad if he finds out. I’ll get the whole what’s the point in being a stealth mutant if you talk lecture. But really I had to say something, powering up like that in public was a hell of a risk.”
“You’re a stealth mutant? And you obviously have some psyonic powers, anything else I should know about?”
“I give amazing blow jobs. Or so I’ve been told, I’m not quite limber enough to test myself; I leave that up to JC.”
“What, you mean he can…”
“Suck his own dick, yeah. It’s something to see that’s for sure.” Smirking a little, the man seemed to be thinking. “I suppose that’s one advantage of being a feral they don’t mention, being so flexible and all.”
Unable to stop the thought of the man in front of him sucking his own dick, Brennan laughed when the man blushed a little. “That’s one image of myself I thought I’d never see. Sorry to disappoint you but I can’t do that. I can do lots of other things though.”
“What makes you think I want to see them?”
“I know you want to see them. You’re bored, horny and frustrated just now. Just the same as I am. I want you, you want me. We’re both grown men. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is…” Thinking, Brennan looked at the other man, the way he was staring up at him, not smiling for once, those incredible eyes half shaded but still so compelling. “There is no problem.”
“Just what I thought, now come here.” Brennan shivered as his hand was grabbed and he was pulled into the shadows. Once there he turned so his back was against the wall, closing his eyes as he felt warm hands push under the waistband of his pants. Brennan sighed as he slowly felt his buttons be popped open, one by one. Then moaned deep in his throat when he felt his dick be surrounded by the man’s hot mouth.
The man hadn’t exaggerated, he did give amazing blowjobs and Brennan panted harshly as he was sucked and licked and the man’s hands did amazing things to his body. Stroking and exploring, teasing with gentle touches and fingers that dug into hot spots Brennan didn’t know he had. It was hot and slippery and Brennan was pushing himself forward then being forced back against the rough wall, but he didn’t care about the brick digging into his skin or the needy sounds he was making as he was pushed to his limit, as every bit of control he had was wrenched from his body in a steady suction of lips and tongue.
Vaguely, in the part of his mind not lost to mindless lust, Brennan realised no fingers were touching his body and looked down, almost coming on the spot when he saw the man was jacking himself off, pale hand stroking his own dick as he continued to suck, eyes closed, kneeling on the dirty ground
It was too much, and Brennan came, hands clenching against his legs as he held on for the other man. Willing him on until he shuddered, before resting his head against Brennan’s stomach.
“You’re right, you are good.”
“Told you.” Standing, the man wiped his hand distractively on his jacket, then pulled it off throwing it in the dumpster.
“You have heard of dry cleaning, right.”
“I can afford to buy another, believe me.” Laughing at a private joke, the man slipped his sunglasses back on, and started to move away. “Thanks. I made a good choice tonight.”
“Wait!” Hurriedly fastening his pants, Brennan reached for the man’s shoulder, stopping him as he started to slink away. “Tell me your name at least.”
Brennan knew the stranger was staring despite the glasses, but it seemed he’d passed the test. “Lance. Lance Bass. Don’t bother looking me up on the database, I’m not on there.”
“So will I see you again?”
“Maybe. It depends what TV channels you watch.”
With that, Lance slipped away, blending into the shadows within seconds. All Brennan could do was stand as Lance’s touch still burned on his skin. Somehow he knew they’d meet again. It was just a case of when.
