As I managed to get snowed in on Scottish Writing break I got more writing than expected done, so for each day on the countdown to Christmas I am posting a fic or ficlet for each of my girls.
1st December is for my lovely entropy_maximum who has an unquenchable love for SGU so for you there is Matt/Eli fic which is the result of a 30 minute writing challenge with veritas_st and dreamersdare to this video :) Mwahhh Thanks to veritas_st and dreamersdare for the assistance and for making me write it in the first instance :)
Present for My lovely Jess, for her undying love for SGU and for her squee and her happieness and for always cheering me up no matter how bad a day I have.
SummaryThey didn’t touch much, at least not in public
Over and over I fall for you
Eli’s breath caught as Matt’s mouth played at his collarbone, the heady mix of pleasure and pain as Matt’s teeth nipped and his tongue soothed making Eli dizzy with longing. Rough hands pulling at his fly brought him back slightly as his own fingers joined the fray, loosening his trousers allowing Matt’s hands to slide in before Eli turned his own attention back to Matt’s trousers.
His fingers fumbled as Matt’s hand, rough and calloused wrapped round Eli’s cock. His head banged against the wall as he took a deep shuddering breath, the waves of pleasure making his legs feel liquefied and unable to hold his own weight. As Matt’s mouth claimed his own with a deep kiss, hot and dirty, tongues meeting in almost a battle of dominance, Eli rubbed his own hand over Matt’s cock, smiling at the groan that was swallowed by Eli’s mouth.
As Matt’s fingers tightened on his cock Eli felt himself being pushed further into the bed, Matt’s weight heavy and almost overwhelming on top of him. He bit off a protest as one of Matt’s hands wrapped around Eli’s wrist before holding them above his head. Between his trapped hands and the solid expanse of muscle holding him in place Eli felt trapped but any thoughts of protesting disappeared as Matt’s other hand resumed its interest in Eli’s cock. The earlier slow soft movements replaced with hard fast strokes that made Eli’s breath catch. He felt rather than saw Matt’s smile as he slowly brought Eli to a shuddering, his come spilling hot and wet over his stomach and Matt’s hand.
As Matt released his hands and slid off Eli, settling down at his side he reached for Matt’s cock but was batted away with Matt’s hands, another protest being swallowed into a kiss, this one deeper and far more intimate that the deep, dirty kisses they had shared earlier. As they settled down, Matt’s fingers carding through Eli’s hair and skimming softly over his skin, Eli breathed a soft contented sigh. In some ways this was more pleasurable than the sex itself.
They didn’t touch much, at least not in public. He could count on one had the amount of casual touches they had exchanged since they met. Most of them had been conciliatory pats on the back, the odd squeezed shoulder at the end of a particularly bad day or that one time when they had both reached for a spoon during dinner and their hands had skimmed against each other. Sometimes Eli wonders if he imagined the way Matt’s fingers had flexed, almost involuntarily, the casual touch turning into a caress that had sent Eli’s heart racing and cock stirring quicker than even the filthiest thing they had ever managed to do in private. Something about the fact that anyone could have seen it had made everything feel more real somehow.
But in private they never stopped touching, hands desperate for contact with skin and soft caresses that held them together, binding them together even closer than the times they were literally joined together. It was in these moments that Eli actually felt some sense of peace, wrapped in Matt’s arms, their bodies fitting together in a way that just seemed natural made or their lips slowly moving together in soft, sweet kisses that tasted of mint and aniseed and Matt that made everything feel that somehow despite the fact that they were light years from home and fighting new and different threats every single day, there was nowhere in the world that Eli would rather be.
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mrstotten (mrstotten) wrote on December 1st, 2010 at 02:45 pm
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