FIC: High Lonely Mysteries
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nilchanceTitle: High Lonely Mysteries
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nilchance and beanside
Rating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/JA
A/N: Retriever-verse.
By the time Jeff arrived in the bathroom, Jensen had the copper soaking tub filled with hot water. He threw in a handful of herbs and glanced over at his Retriever. "It's just about ready."
"What is it?" Jeff eyed the tub warily. "Are you planning to cook me?"
"No, it's not that-" Jensen started to reassure him, but the quirk of Jeff's lips stopped him. "Oh, you... it's a soaking tub," he said, voice betraying his exasperation. "I'm adding herbs to help clean your wound, and loosen your muscles."
"As long as I'm not about to end up as stew," Jeff agreed.
Jensen shook his head, and walked over to Jeff. "Here, let me help you."
His fingers slid over Jeff's chest, down to the hem of his tunic, and quickly tugged it up, easing it over Jeff's head. His fingers brushed over warm skin, and Jensen felt a tiny shiver in his stomach. Odd. He didn't believe that he was chilled. He quickly uplinked to the environmental controls and nudged the temperature up a bit. He didn't want Jeff getting cold so soon after his injury.
Jeff batted weakly at his hands as Jensen undid his sleep pants, but Jensen ignored him, undoing the ties and letting them fall to the floor. For his advanced age, Jeff was still in extraordinary shape, Jensen noted absently as he herded Jeff into the bath. The difficulty in procuring the tub was entirely worth it for the soft groan of pleasure that Jeff made as he settled into the steaming water. Indeed, Jensen quickly logged onto the main server and put in a permanent requisition for it.
"Soak for a few minutes, so the bandages will come loose," Jensen murmured.
Jeff nods. "Okay. In the meantime, could I have the soap?"
"No. Are you incapable of relaxing for three minutes?" Jensen asked. A moment later, he caught himself. Rude, too discourteous, he'd be reprimanded--
"Pretty much. Unless you want to sit here and talk to me, keep me occupied," Jeff said reasonably. Reading the look on Jensen's face (and what Retriever bothered to do that?), he added, "I'd like it."
There came an odd, prickling feeling up the back of Jensen's neck. The blood rising to make him blush. He rubbed at the warm skin, glancing away from Jeff's face. "There is work to be done. I should change your sheets, they're sweaty..."
Jeff had heard that Jensen was tempted. He leaned into the rim of the tub, smiling. "Just for a little while?"
Damn. Jeff shouldn't have to ask his El for anything.
"If I sit, you'll let me help you wash," Jensen said.
Jeff's smile widened. It was a nice smile, his nose wrinkling and dimples showing at the corners of his mouth. "I can do that, I suppose."
Jensen knelt on the floor next to the tub. This close, he could smell Jeff's skin and feel heat rising off the water. His glasses fogged on the edges. He still felt that persistent shiver. "What shall I talk about?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Jeff countered.
"Ah." Jensen rubbed his hand through his hair. "I know about a great deal of subjects, and what I don't know I can research on the Uplink--"
"Not report. Talk. Like two people who just met are supposed to do." At Jensen's blank look, Jeff's smile gentled. "They don't encourage you to do that."
"Not as much. Um." Jensen took his glasses off and cleaned them. "I. I'm afraid I'm not terribly interesting."
"I disagree." Jeff reached out and took the glasses from Jensen's hand. "Here. They'll only keep fogging. How's the garden doing?"
Jensen relaxed a little. "Well. The fall vegetables are beginning to come through. We should have some lovely turnips when the seasons change."
"Good." Jeff leaned his head back, relaxing a little.
"I was thinking," Jensen ventured. "I saw something in one of the books you've found on gardening. About how to make a greenhouse for year-round vegetables and fruit."
"Did you now?"
Jensen tensed, unsure how to take the drawling question. "Yes, Retriever," he said, falling back on protocol, knowing that it wouldn't protect him.
Jeff's nostrils flared, and his eyes came open, pinning Jensen. "Problem?"
"Not at all," Jensen murmured, ducking his head. "Would you like me to shave you?"
As far as changing subjects went, it was a pathetic and obvious ploy. Jeff raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile. "We could do that. My shaving kit is in the nightstand on my side of the bed."
Jensen nodded, coming to his feet and bolting out of the room as quickly as his pride allowed.
When he opened the kit, he nearly cursed. It would be a straight razor, wouldn't it? To properly shave Jeff, he would practically have to sit on top of him.
The thought didn't bother him, somehow. Maybe because Jeff had made his preferences obvious, he didn't worry about being taken roughly in the tub. Not that it would have kept him from doing his duty, but he might have stopped in the kitchen for some non-water soluble lubricant.
Instead, he simply slipped his coat and shirt off, undoing the laces to his corset and laying the shirt and coat over it on the chair. His pants followed, leaving Jensen in his underwear and a tank he had appropriated from Jeff's closet. It hung off him, but it served to further disguise the corset under his clothes, and more importantly, it hid the bruises that the metal stays had left on his skin.
He padded back in and laid out the items on the edge of the sink, adding the warm water and soap before using the bristles of the brush to agitate it into a rich lather. The hot towel went around Jeff's upturned face, the moisture and heat hopefully serving to soften his thick beard.
After a little thought, Jensen hurried out to the kitchen and picked up the tray he'd been using to sit on the bed to feed Jeff during his delirium. As he'd guessed, it slid nicely over the edges of the narrow tub, giving him a perfect work surface.
Jensen knelt on the floor next to the tub, and lifted the towel off Jeff's face.
Dark eyes blinked at him for a moment, then Jeff smiled. "You're not going to get your clothes wet, I see."
Heat flooded Jensen's face. "I apologize, Ret-"
"I'm kidding."
"Oh. Still, I should have asked before-" Jensen stopped, because Jeff was watching him in a way that reminded Jensen of a cat watching a very small mouse.
"You weren't waiting for your clothes to show up, were you?" Jeff said flatly. "The Administrator sent you with the clothes on your back, and nothing else."
In lieu of replying, Jensen slathered the shaving foam on Jeff's face. Jeff shut his mouth quickly to avoid eating foam. Jensen doubted that it would convince him to drop the subject.
After a few minutes of shifting around along side the tub, Jensen sighed. "Do you mind if I straddle your legs?"
Jeff nodded and offered Jensen his hand as he climbed into the warm water.
It was an unusual feeling, having water all around him. It was only recently that the water restrictions had been lifted, and he'd never been nearly submerged in liquid. The water was warm, licking along his sides, soaking the tank top and making it cling to his body like a second skin. It felt very decadent.
Jeff watched him with hooded eyes as he got situated, then obligingly tilted his head back, offering Jensen his throat. Every instinct in Jeff had to be screaming. No Retriever would willingly show throat to anyone, much less someone who was holding a blade that could slice their throat before even they could stop it.
"Jensen," Jeff murmured, and Jensen realized he was staring.
Jensen scooted closer, settling back onto Jeff's thighs and using his other hand to steady him, pressing his fingers lightly against the pulse of Jeff's throat. It was slow, relaxed. With a deep breath, and a silent prayer to the Maiden for a steady hand, Jensen laid the blade against Jeff's skin and swept it upwards.
The blade scraped lightly against the skin, leaving a pale swatch of skin behind.
It was somehow more intimate than anything he'd ever done. Jeff was languid, each breath coming slowly as Jensen cleaned him. Then, Jensen leaned upwards, preparing to shave Jeff's cheeks. Jeff's eyes slitted open, and Jensen shivered.
Predator. There was no other word for it. It made something liquefy in Jensen's stomach, something like fear. Hotter than fear, deeper, pulling Jensen taut. His pulse leapt, and he found himself stroking the newly shaven skin, touching lightly in the wake of the razor. Jeff's pulse was speeding up as well, his hands settling on Jensen's hips, steadying him.
It seemed to take forever. An eternity of sound and sensation. His world had dimmed to the sliver blade, and Jeff's dark eyes. To the feel of the water licking at the small of his back, Jeff's wet shirt rasping against his nipples, and Jeff's hands.
Finally it was done.
Jensen wiped Jeff's face and settled back, meeting Jeff's eyes. "Is that to your satisfaction, Retriever?"
Jeff's hands flexed on Jensen's hips, and he caught his breath as something tightened low in his body. After a long moment, they dropped back into the water. "Yes, thank you, Jensen. I appreciate it," he said, voice harsh.
Shifting back, Jensen lowered his eyes. "I--did I displease-" his voice trailed off as he looked down into the water, noting Jeff's obvious arousal. There was no reason for it to feel like triumph, but Jensen was still unable to keep the pleasure out of his voice. "I could assist you with that."
Jeff barked a laugh, his hand trailing up Jensen's side. "You're too damn tempting by half. Thank you, but no."
"I've been told I have a very good mouth," Jensen informed him, sliding closer.
Jeff shook his head. "Jen, I'm not going to do that--"
Distantly shocked at his boldness, Jensen leaned forward, brushing his lips against Jeff's jaw. His voice came out a purr more suited to the pleasure districts. "I would be happy to service you, Retriever."
He could feel Jeff's pulse under his lips for a moment. Then he was unceremoniously dumped into the water as Jeff came to his feet.
For a moment Jeff stood over him, fists at his side. Jensen could smell his violence, his need. He opened himself to it, spreading his thighs, baring his throat. The only sound was the thunder of Jeff's pulse.
"No," Jeff said, as if to himself. "No."
Jensen closed his eyes. "I am for you, Retriever."
"You're not the first," Jeff said, his voice like stones grinding together. "I killed them. That is why."
He left Jensen there, alone in the cooling water with his shame.
Authors:
nilchance and beansideRating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/JA
A/N: Retriever-verse.
By the time Jeff arrived in the bathroom, Jensen had the copper soaking tub filled with hot water. He threw in a handful of herbs and glanced over at his Retriever. "It's just about ready."
"What is it?" Jeff eyed the tub warily. "Are you planning to cook me?"
"No, it's not that-" Jensen started to reassure him, but the quirk of Jeff's lips stopped him. "Oh, you... it's a soaking tub," he said, voice betraying his exasperation. "I'm adding herbs to help clean your wound, and loosen your muscles."
"As long as I'm not about to end up as stew," Jeff agreed.
Jensen shook his head, and walked over to Jeff. "Here, let me help you."
His fingers slid over Jeff's chest, down to the hem of his tunic, and quickly tugged it up, easing it over Jeff's head. His fingers brushed over warm skin, and Jensen felt a tiny shiver in his stomach. Odd. He didn't believe that he was chilled. He quickly uplinked to the environmental controls and nudged the temperature up a bit. He didn't want Jeff getting cold so soon after his injury.
Jeff batted weakly at his hands as Jensen undid his sleep pants, but Jensen ignored him, undoing the ties and letting them fall to the floor. For his advanced age, Jeff was still in extraordinary shape, Jensen noted absently as he herded Jeff into the bath. The difficulty in procuring the tub was entirely worth it for the soft groan of pleasure that Jeff made as he settled into the steaming water. Indeed, Jensen quickly logged onto the main server and put in a permanent requisition for it.
"Soak for a few minutes, so the bandages will come loose," Jensen murmured.
Jeff nods. "Okay. In the meantime, could I have the soap?"
"No. Are you incapable of relaxing for three minutes?" Jensen asked. A moment later, he caught himself. Rude, too discourteous, he'd be reprimanded--
"Pretty much. Unless you want to sit here and talk to me, keep me occupied," Jeff said reasonably. Reading the look on Jensen's face (and what Retriever bothered to do that?), he added, "I'd like it."
There came an odd, prickling feeling up the back of Jensen's neck. The blood rising to make him blush. He rubbed at the warm skin, glancing away from Jeff's face. "There is work to be done. I should change your sheets, they're sweaty..."
Jeff had heard that Jensen was tempted. He leaned into the rim of the tub, smiling. "Just for a little while?"
Damn. Jeff shouldn't have to ask his El for anything.
"If I sit, you'll let me help you wash," Jensen said.
Jeff's smile widened. It was a nice smile, his nose wrinkling and dimples showing at the corners of his mouth. "I can do that, I suppose."
Jensen knelt on the floor next to the tub. This close, he could smell Jeff's skin and feel heat rising off the water. His glasses fogged on the edges. He still felt that persistent shiver. "What shall I talk about?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Jeff countered.
"Ah." Jensen rubbed his hand through his hair. "I know about a great deal of subjects, and what I don't know I can research on the Uplink--"
"Not report. Talk. Like two people who just met are supposed to do." At Jensen's blank look, Jeff's smile gentled. "They don't encourage you to do that."
"Not as much. Um." Jensen took his glasses off and cleaned them. "I. I'm afraid I'm not terribly interesting."
"I disagree." Jeff reached out and took the glasses from Jensen's hand. "Here. They'll only keep fogging. How's the garden doing?"
Jensen relaxed a little. "Well. The fall vegetables are beginning to come through. We should have some lovely turnips when the seasons change."
"Good." Jeff leaned his head back, relaxing a little.
"I was thinking," Jensen ventured. "I saw something in one of the books you've found on gardening. About how to make a greenhouse for year-round vegetables and fruit."
"Did you now?"
Jensen tensed, unsure how to take the drawling question. "Yes, Retriever," he said, falling back on protocol, knowing that it wouldn't protect him.
Jeff's nostrils flared, and his eyes came open, pinning Jensen. "Problem?"
"Not at all," Jensen murmured, ducking his head. "Would you like me to shave you?"
As far as changing subjects went, it was a pathetic and obvious ploy. Jeff raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile. "We could do that. My shaving kit is in the nightstand on my side of the bed."
Jensen nodded, coming to his feet and bolting out of the room as quickly as his pride allowed.
When he opened the kit, he nearly cursed. It would be a straight razor, wouldn't it? To properly shave Jeff, he would practically have to sit on top of him.
The thought didn't bother him, somehow. Maybe because Jeff had made his preferences obvious, he didn't worry about being taken roughly in the tub. Not that it would have kept him from doing his duty, but he might have stopped in the kitchen for some non-water soluble lubricant.
Instead, he simply slipped his coat and shirt off, undoing the laces to his corset and laying the shirt and coat over it on the chair. His pants followed, leaving Jensen in his underwear and a tank he had appropriated from Jeff's closet. It hung off him, but it served to further disguise the corset under his clothes, and more importantly, it hid the bruises that the metal stays had left on his skin.
He padded back in and laid out the items on the edge of the sink, adding the warm water and soap before using the bristles of the brush to agitate it into a rich lather. The hot towel went around Jeff's upturned face, the moisture and heat hopefully serving to soften his thick beard.
After a little thought, Jensen hurried out to the kitchen and picked up the tray he'd been using to sit on the bed to feed Jeff during his delirium. As he'd guessed, it slid nicely over the edges of the narrow tub, giving him a perfect work surface.
Jensen knelt on the floor next to the tub, and lifted the towel off Jeff's face.
Dark eyes blinked at him for a moment, then Jeff smiled. "You're not going to get your clothes wet, I see."
Heat flooded Jensen's face. "I apologize, Ret-"
"I'm kidding."
"Oh. Still, I should have asked before-" Jensen stopped, because Jeff was watching him in a way that reminded Jensen of a cat watching a very small mouse.
"You weren't waiting for your clothes to show up, were you?" Jeff said flatly. "The Administrator sent you with the clothes on your back, and nothing else."
In lieu of replying, Jensen slathered the shaving foam on Jeff's face. Jeff shut his mouth quickly to avoid eating foam. Jensen doubted that it would convince him to drop the subject.
After a few minutes of shifting around along side the tub, Jensen sighed. "Do you mind if I straddle your legs?"
Jeff nodded and offered Jensen his hand as he climbed into the warm water.
It was an unusual feeling, having water all around him. It was only recently that the water restrictions had been lifted, and he'd never been nearly submerged in liquid. The water was warm, licking along his sides, soaking the tank top and making it cling to his body like a second skin. It felt very decadent.
Jeff watched him with hooded eyes as he got situated, then obligingly tilted his head back, offering Jensen his throat. Every instinct in Jeff had to be screaming. No Retriever would willingly show throat to anyone, much less someone who was holding a blade that could slice their throat before even they could stop it.
"Jensen," Jeff murmured, and Jensen realized he was staring.
Jensen scooted closer, settling back onto Jeff's thighs and using his other hand to steady him, pressing his fingers lightly against the pulse of Jeff's throat. It was slow, relaxed. With a deep breath, and a silent prayer to the Maiden for a steady hand, Jensen laid the blade against Jeff's skin and swept it upwards.
The blade scraped lightly against the skin, leaving a pale swatch of skin behind.
It was somehow more intimate than anything he'd ever done. Jeff was languid, each breath coming slowly as Jensen cleaned him. Then, Jensen leaned upwards, preparing to shave Jeff's cheeks. Jeff's eyes slitted open, and Jensen shivered.
Predator. There was no other word for it. It made something liquefy in Jensen's stomach, something like fear. Hotter than fear, deeper, pulling Jensen taut. His pulse leapt, and he found himself stroking the newly shaven skin, touching lightly in the wake of the razor. Jeff's pulse was speeding up as well, his hands settling on Jensen's hips, steadying him.
It seemed to take forever. An eternity of sound and sensation. His world had dimmed to the sliver blade, and Jeff's dark eyes. To the feel of the water licking at the small of his back, Jeff's wet shirt rasping against his nipples, and Jeff's hands.
Finally it was done.
Jensen wiped Jeff's face and settled back, meeting Jeff's eyes. "Is that to your satisfaction, Retriever?"
Jeff's hands flexed on Jensen's hips, and he caught his breath as something tightened low in his body. After a long moment, they dropped back into the water. "Yes, thank you, Jensen. I appreciate it," he said, voice harsh.
Shifting back, Jensen lowered his eyes. "I--did I displease-" his voice trailed off as he looked down into the water, noting Jeff's obvious arousal. There was no reason for it to feel like triumph, but Jensen was still unable to keep the pleasure out of his voice. "I could assist you with that."
Jeff barked a laugh, his hand trailing up Jensen's side. "You're too damn tempting by half. Thank you, but no."
"I've been told I have a very good mouth," Jensen informed him, sliding closer.
Jeff shook his head. "Jen, I'm not going to do that--"
Distantly shocked at his boldness, Jensen leaned forward, brushing his lips against Jeff's jaw. His voice came out a purr more suited to the pleasure districts. "I would be happy to service you, Retriever."
He could feel Jeff's pulse under his lips for a moment. Then he was unceremoniously dumped into the water as Jeff came to his feet.
For a moment Jeff stood over him, fists at his side. Jensen could smell his violence, his need. He opened himself to it, spreading his thighs, baring his throat. The only sound was the thunder of Jeff's pulse.
"No," Jeff said, as if to himself. "No."
Jensen closed his eyes. "I am for you, Retriever."
"You're not the first," Jeff said, his voice like stones grinding together. "I killed them. That is why."
He left Jensen there, alone in the cooling water with his shame.
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Date: 2008-09-19 08:42 pm (UTC)I might have something more coherent later, but that's all I got right now.
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Date: 2008-09-19 08:47 pm (UTC)Damnit. They are so *fucked up*.
*sniffle*
*shiver*
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Date: 2008-09-19 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 08:52 pm (UTC)OH MY!
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Date: 2008-09-19 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 09:01 pm (UTC)I LOVE:
~ Jeff asking if he's about to get stewed.
~ Jensen's questions-that-are-really-statements.
~ Jensen took his glasses off and cleaned them. "I. I'm afraid I'm not terribly interesting." *flappyhands* Oh JENSEN.
~ Not that it would have kept him from doing his duty, but he might have stopped in the kitchen for some non-water soluble lubricant. *rolls around with gigglesnort*
~ Jensen using FOAM to shut Jeff up. *draws sparkly hearts all around it*
~ "I've been told I have a very good mouth" *chokes on OWN TONGUE*
~Every instinct in Jeff had to be screaming. No Retriever would willingly show throat to anyone, much less someone who was holding a blade
THAT. THAT RIGHT THERE. That's why my usual shaving!kink gets jacked up to cosmic proportions when applied to this verse.
~ "I killed them. That is why." *moans and writhes on the floor*
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Date: 2008-09-19 09:24 pm (UTC)Thank you ^_^
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Date: 2008-09-19 09:27 pm (UTC)SHAVING.
guh...
that's all I got right now.
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Date: 2008-09-19 09:41 pm (UTC)Yup, that's the silly grin plastered on my face :))))))))))
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Date: 2008-09-19 11:26 pm (UTC)I think this and poisontaster's fic have given me a shaving kink ...
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Date: 2008-09-20 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 12:44 am (UTC)I adore this verse but I have no words at the moment. Wow.
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Date: 2008-09-20 01:52 am (UTC)This manages to be scorchingly sexy and then end with a painful twist. Wonderful!
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Date: 2008-09-20 01:54 am (UTC)I have to admit, I did feel Jensen's humiliation in the end. Interesting contrasts.
Also, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!
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Date: 2008-09-20 02:06 am (UTC)Except for AMAZING, anyway.
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Date: 2008-09-20 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 04:31 am (UTC)Oh shit Jeff. Would you please get over this and f*ck Jen already???
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Date: 2008-09-20 05:39 am (UTC)Also, he killed them? Woah.
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Date: 2008-09-20 06:28 am (UTC)Amazing as always. I didn't think I could be any curiouser about their histories but Jeff killing'em all has just upped the notch.
Hoping for more soon :)
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Date: 2008-09-20 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 12:08 pm (UTC)This was delicious, just divine. I hang out for more of this (and the OT3) and when there is more...happy, happy day!
Love you!
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Date: 2008-09-20 12:15 pm (UTC)The way you guys just keep rachetting up the tension and attraction is cruel, but fantastic. Love it.
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Date: 2008-09-20 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 05:52 pm (UTC)