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Joe Flanigan and David Hewlett. The Ex revisited.
[Takes place sometime after David tells Joe about his ex contacting him on facebook.]
David closes up the dishwasher, stretches, then walks over to Joe. "Upstairs now?" he asks.
"Have you ever in your life had to ask twice?" Joe says, folding the dish towel he's been using for the too-big-for-the-dishwasher stuff, and hanging it over the front of the oven.
"Yes, but you were on the phone," David says, a little cheekily. He takes Joe's hand and leads him through the house, flicking off lights along the way.
"Well... it didn't really count then, did it? And it was your sister," he reminds David. "She was trying to make sure that she wasn't getting you a DVD you already had for your birthday."
"I know, so it was also sweet." David squeezes Joe's hand as they head upstairs.
"And I get to keep my cred as being the guy who's always quite happy to follow his sexy boyfriend upstairs."
David laughs. "I'm not sexy," he says.
"Says you. In this case though, I'm the right one," Joe tells him.
David grins. "I know, honey." He tugs Joe into the bedroom, gives him a quick kiss, then heads off to brush his teeth. "I was thinking," he says.
"We're not watching every Doctor Who back to back again so you can confirm which doctor is your favourite. That's a summer activity."
"I wasn't thinking about that."
"Oh, then go ahead," Joe says, following David and finding his own toothbrush.
"Well, Peter e-mailed me again."
"Peter the ex Peter, right?"
"That's the one."
Joe nods, starting to brush his teeth. "Still wants to go for dinner?"
"Yeah, he does."
"Is it a bad thing? I mean, if he's being pushy, then just banninate? Banninate him," Joe says. "If not, why not?" he says, going back to the toothbrushing.
Banninate. Oh, his man is too cute. "It's just dinner," David says, "right? I haven't seen him in forever and a day..."
Joe spits out some toothpaste, and goes back to it. "Exactly. And I mean, what--you're gonna leave all this for some lawyer?" he says, gesturing at himself, grubby t-shirt, cat-hair covered sweats, toothpaste mouth and all.
"Good god, no."
A wide, toothpaste grin from Joe, and he spits again, then rinses off his brush and puts it away. "So why not? Maybe you'll get a friend out of it, and if not, well, you saw him, and realized that you're just as happy having him not in your life. Either way... it's not that bad, right?"
"No matter what Karl and Justin think, it can't be that bad." David rinses his own brush, then reaches out and rubs his hand over the back of Joe's neck.
"Those two can be a little bit dramatic at times," Joe says. "And Justin's very protective of you."
"He is," David agrees. "It's adorable." He steps up closer to Joe, his hand moving to his cheek, and he leans up to kiss him. "The kids are all asleep," he murmurs.
"That's true. Quiet house. Bedroom with a closed door," Joe murmurs back.
"Uh huh." David wraps his arms around Joe's neck. "And neither of us have to be anywhere for hours."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Naked Twister. In bed."
"One of these days I'm gonna get you the sheets, and you'll actually have to play it for real, you know," Joe threatens.
"You love me. You wouldn't do that to me. I'm not flexible." David takes his hands and leads him off to the bed.
"No... I probably wouldn't. Can I buy them for Justin for his birthday?"
"You'd traumatise him!" David laughs and tugs Joe's shirt off.
"I like traumatising Justin! It makes up in some way for all the times Kate's traumatised me!" Joe laughs.
"You wicked thing." David drags him down for a long, long kiss.
"Mmm... that's me," Joe murmurs, kissing David again. "Wicked... sorry, what were we talking about again?" David's shirt is in the way too. He can do something about that.
"Naked twister," David replies, running his hand down Joe's back. "We like that."
"Naked... big fan," he murmurs, brushing his lips against David's collarbone
"Me too." David closes his eyes a moment, then reaches down to push Joe's pants down. "A lot."
Joe keeps wriggling once David gets his pants partway down, determined to get them the rest of the way off. Then David's pants off. Then... oh, and then. Then good things can happen. He gives his leg a good kick, and his pants fly off and land a few feet away. "Ohgod that's better."
"You're always so eager to get your pants off," David teases.
"When my pants come off, good things happen," Joe explains. "Things that involve that gorgeous ass of yours, and all sorts of other things."
David turns a bit pink. "It's not gorgeous," he says. He starts to pull off the rest of his own clothes, then climbs onto the bed. "Now c'mere."
Joe follows after him, grinning the whole time, straddling David's waist, then sprawling out against him. "Oh, it really is gorgeous," he murmurs, kissing David. "Sexy. Amazing. God, I want you. I always want you."
"Want you, too," David murmurs, drawing Joe as close as he can. "All the time. It's like I'm a teenager."
"Well, according to Max, we're terribly disruptive and loud," Joe smiles, dragging his fingers down along David's side. "You're louder than I am, but still."
David laughs. "I'm always louder than you." He shivers a little as he runs his own fingers through Joe's hair. "No matter what's going on."
"He reminded me that he's not a puppy and he Knows What's Going On, Joe," he says, laughing against David's lips, kissing him again. "Poor thing's gonna be burying his head in the couch cushions soon."
"Oh, lord." David shakes his head. "Poor thing indeed."
"Mmm... I feel really, really badly for him," Joe murmurs, kissing his way down David's chest.
David groans softly as he closes his eyes. His hand moves over Joe's shoulder and back, as far as he can reach. "Oh, me too. Really."
"So you've decided you're going to dinner, and it's all settled, and we don't have to talk about that any more, right?" Joe says, still brushing his lips over David's skin, still making his way lower.
David's hips twitch a little. "No talking," he agrees. "Absolutely no more talking about it."
"'Cause I can think of a lot more interesting things to do right now," Joe murmurs, teeth barely grazing against David's hip.
"Yeah?" David lifts up on his elbows so he can watch Joe. "Like what?" he asks, already a little breathless.
Joe doesn't have to answer. Not when his mouth is lowering down over David's cock and he's moaning all the way from his toes.
"Oh, my god." So much for watching. David collapses onto the bed, his fingers tangled in Joe's hair. Joe's mouth is sin.
He could do this every day, every damned day of his life, and it'd still feel like he didn't get to do it enough. Joe groans as soon as he feels David's fingers in his hair, taking him deeper.
"Ohmygod." David arches up off the bed, just a little, then settles again with a moan. "You're so good to me," he whispers, roughly.
Joe murmurs around him, then draws his head back up with an obscenely loud slurping noise. "What makes you think I'm not being good to me, baby?" he murmurs, licking at the head of his cock. "Lube, please," he adds, going back to sucking David's cock again.
Lube, please. As if David's going to be able to move. He groans, gropes around under a pillow, then reaches down--with a slightly shaky hand--and hands the lube over to Joe. "Oh god."
He moans around David's cock in appreciation and takes the lube, slicking his fingers and pushing two inside, right about the same time he takes his cock as deep as he can and swallows around him.
David whispers something, entirely incoherent, possibly not even actual, proper words. Just noise, appreciation, encouragement--don't stop, don't ever stop, don't even think about it. "Joe..."
Joe eases off, pulling back up, just licking and nuzzling gently, letting David breathe, just a little bit. "Tell me how you wanna come, David... just tell me what you want, anything," he murmurs, a hint of stubble brushing against David's stomach as he rubs his cheek against his skin.
"Want you," David murmurs, rubbing his fingers gently down Joe's cheek. "Inside me. Please, Joe."
"God, yes," Joe breathes, kissing David's stomach, then drawing his fingers away as he moves up between his legs. He keeps his eyes on David's face the whole time, inhaling sharply as he starts pushing inside, then forgetting to breathe until he's buried deep in David's body.
David's hand is still touching Joe's face. He brushes his thumb over Joe's lips as he lets out a sigh. "Love you so much."
"I love you... God, I love you, David," Joe whispers, trembling a little from staying still, then starting to move. Slow, easy, gentle... just needing that bit of motion. They've got all the time in the world. The rest of their lives.
David pulls him down, closer, kisses him gently again and again as he starts to move against him. Perfect and slow and lazy--his whole world, right here. He didn't need anything else.
Time spins out and becomes meaningless. It always does. Who cares about time when you've got nowhere else in the world you'd rather be? Joe can feel his head getting a little bit fuzzy as the kisses get longer and longer... there's some weird back-of-the-head thought about pairs skating... or is it ice dancing? How they can't be separated for more than three seconds at a time, or they're breaking the rules. He feels like that now. If he's not kissing David at least every three seconds, he's doing something wrong.
Joe is oxygen, and water, and food, and sunlight, and everything. Everything boiled down to one man, to one kiss, to one touch, to one play and push and pull of bodies moving in tandem. And David's lost in him, absolutely lost, again and again. He moans into Joe's mouth as his hand slips down, as he touches himself, bringing himself closer and closer to that inevitable moment when it all has to end.
David pulls him down, closer, kisses him gently again and again as he starts to move against him. Perfect and slow and lazy--his whole world, right here. He didn't need anything else.
It's automatic, instinctual. Joe's hand slides down between them and wraps around David's cock as soon as he feels David's hand go there. He links their fingers, matches David's pace, murmuring everything and nothing against David's lips.
"God yes." The sound is barely audible, spoken against Joe's mouth, and David starts to move faster. Just a little, just a little bit more. He's not in any rush, but that slow build can't be denied. That burning, that sweetness, deep, deep inside is too much to fight.
"David... David, David," Joe murmurs, repeating his name again and again, between kissing, barely gasping it out. He's so close, and not quite, and then he's just there, and he couldn't hold back if he wanted to. One soft cry into David's mouth and he's coming inside him, hand still moving with David's.
A shiver walks its way up David's spine. His eyes slip closed, his fingers move into Joe's hair, and he holds him tight as he keeps moving, needing that little bit more. Just a bit more friction, a bit more movement, and he comes, too, with a cry that at any other time would be loud and embarrassing, but at just this moment, it's nothing but pure joy.
Joe shudders in echo when he feels David come, gasping as he cries out. It's perfect. David's perfect. His whole life is perfect, and his whole life is right here, in his arms.
It's another few moments before David's heart stops trying to hammer through his chest, when he can breathe and open his eyes and look up at Joe. "Hey."
He smiles, leaning down and nuzzling his lips against David's cheek, then pulling back again. "Hey, you."
"Hey." David leans up to give him a quick kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Joe says, trying to keep his weight balanced so he doesn't completely crush David. "And know what? I'm never gonna get tired of this. Just so you know."
"Me too," David says. "Now get down here and hold me."
"Yes, sir," Joe says, easing out of David's body then flopping down beside him and wrapping him up in his arms. "Anything you want."
David all but purrs as he nuzzles in closer. "Anything?"
"Mmm... you know what? Yup. Anything."
"Then don't let me go until we absolutely have to go somewhere."
"Deal."
"I'm so spoiled."
"Get used to it, Hewlett."
*
[Takes place sometime after David tells Joe about his ex contacting him on facebook.]
David closes up the dishwasher, stretches, then walks over to Joe. "Upstairs now?" he asks.
"Have you ever in your life had to ask twice?" Joe says, folding the dish towel he's been using for the too-big-for-the-dishwasher stuff, and hanging it over the front of the oven.
"Yes, but you were on the phone," David says, a little cheekily. He takes Joe's hand and leads him through the house, flicking off lights along the way.
"Well... it didn't really count then, did it? And it was your sister," he reminds David. "She was trying to make sure that she wasn't getting you a DVD you already had for your birthday."
"I know, so it was also sweet." David squeezes Joe's hand as they head upstairs.
"And I get to keep my cred as being the guy who's always quite happy to follow his sexy boyfriend upstairs."
David laughs. "I'm not sexy," he says.
"Says you. In this case though, I'm the right one," Joe tells him.
David grins. "I know, honey." He tugs Joe into the bedroom, gives him a quick kiss, then heads off to brush his teeth. "I was thinking," he says.
"We're not watching every Doctor Who back to back again so you can confirm which doctor is your favourite. That's a summer activity."
"I wasn't thinking about that."
"Oh, then go ahead," Joe says, following David and finding his own toothbrush.
"Well, Peter e-mailed me again."
"Peter the ex Peter, right?"
"That's the one."
Joe nods, starting to brush his teeth. "Still wants to go for dinner?"
"Yeah, he does."
"Is it a bad thing? I mean, if he's being pushy, then just banninate? Banninate him," Joe says. "If not, why not?" he says, going back to the toothbrushing.
Banninate. Oh, his man is too cute. "It's just dinner," David says, "right? I haven't seen him in forever and a day..."
Joe spits out some toothpaste, and goes back to it. "Exactly. And I mean, what--you're gonna leave all this for some lawyer?" he says, gesturing at himself, grubby t-shirt, cat-hair covered sweats, toothpaste mouth and all.
"Good god, no."
A wide, toothpaste grin from Joe, and he spits again, then rinses off his brush and puts it away. "So why not? Maybe you'll get a friend out of it, and if not, well, you saw him, and realized that you're just as happy having him not in your life. Either way... it's not that bad, right?"
"No matter what Karl and Justin think, it can't be that bad." David rinses his own brush, then reaches out and rubs his hand over the back of Joe's neck.
"Those two can be a little bit dramatic at times," Joe says. "And Justin's very protective of you."
"He is," David agrees. "It's adorable." He steps up closer to Joe, his hand moving to his cheek, and he leans up to kiss him. "The kids are all asleep," he murmurs.
"That's true. Quiet house. Bedroom with a closed door," Joe murmurs back.
"Uh huh." David wraps his arms around Joe's neck. "And neither of us have to be anywhere for hours."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Naked Twister. In bed."
"One of these days I'm gonna get you the sheets, and you'll actually have to play it for real, you know," Joe threatens.
"You love me. You wouldn't do that to me. I'm not flexible." David takes his hands and leads him off to the bed.
"No... I probably wouldn't. Can I buy them for Justin for his birthday?"
"You'd traumatise him!" David laughs and tugs Joe's shirt off.
"I like traumatising Justin! It makes up in some way for all the times Kate's traumatised me!" Joe laughs.
"You wicked thing." David drags him down for a long, long kiss.
"Mmm... that's me," Joe murmurs, kissing David again. "Wicked... sorry, what were we talking about again?" David's shirt is in the way too. He can do something about that.
"Naked twister," David replies, running his hand down Joe's back. "We like that."
"Naked... big fan," he murmurs, brushing his lips against David's collarbone
"Me too." David closes his eyes a moment, then reaches down to push Joe's pants down. "A lot."
Joe keeps wriggling once David gets his pants partway down, determined to get them the rest of the way off. Then David's pants off. Then... oh, and then. Then good things can happen. He gives his leg a good kick, and his pants fly off and land a few feet away. "Ohgod that's better."
"You're always so eager to get your pants off," David teases.
"When my pants come off, good things happen," Joe explains. "Things that involve that gorgeous ass of yours, and all sorts of other things."
David turns a bit pink. "It's not gorgeous," he says. He starts to pull off the rest of his own clothes, then climbs onto the bed. "Now c'mere."
Joe follows after him, grinning the whole time, straddling David's waist, then sprawling out against him. "Oh, it really is gorgeous," he murmurs, kissing David. "Sexy. Amazing. God, I want you. I always want you."
"Want you, too," David murmurs, drawing Joe as close as he can. "All the time. It's like I'm a teenager."
"Well, according to Max, we're terribly disruptive and loud," Joe smiles, dragging his fingers down along David's side. "You're louder than I am, but still."
David laughs. "I'm always louder than you." He shivers a little as he runs his own fingers through Joe's hair. "No matter what's going on."
"He reminded me that he's not a puppy and he Knows What's Going On, Joe," he says, laughing against David's lips, kissing him again. "Poor thing's gonna be burying his head in the couch cushions soon."
"Oh, lord." David shakes his head. "Poor thing indeed."
"Mmm... I feel really, really badly for him," Joe murmurs, kissing his way down David's chest.
David groans softly as he closes his eyes. His hand moves over Joe's shoulder and back, as far as he can reach. "Oh, me too. Really."
"So you've decided you're going to dinner, and it's all settled, and we don't have to talk about that any more, right?" Joe says, still brushing his lips over David's skin, still making his way lower.
David's hips twitch a little. "No talking," he agrees. "Absolutely no more talking about it."
"'Cause I can think of a lot more interesting things to do right now," Joe murmurs, teeth barely grazing against David's hip.
"Yeah?" David lifts up on his elbows so he can watch Joe. "Like what?" he asks, already a little breathless.
Joe doesn't have to answer. Not when his mouth is lowering down over David's cock and he's moaning all the way from his toes.
"Oh, my god." So much for watching. David collapses onto the bed, his fingers tangled in Joe's hair. Joe's mouth is sin.
He could do this every day, every damned day of his life, and it'd still feel like he didn't get to do it enough. Joe groans as soon as he feels David's fingers in his hair, taking him deeper.
"Ohmygod." David arches up off the bed, just a little, then settles again with a moan. "You're so good to me," he whispers, roughly.
Joe murmurs around him, then draws his head back up with an obscenely loud slurping noise. "What makes you think I'm not being good to me, baby?" he murmurs, licking at the head of his cock. "Lube, please," he adds, going back to sucking David's cock again.
Lube, please. As if David's going to be able to move. He groans, gropes around under a pillow, then reaches down--with a slightly shaky hand--and hands the lube over to Joe. "Oh god."
He moans around David's cock in appreciation and takes the lube, slicking his fingers and pushing two inside, right about the same time he takes his cock as deep as he can and swallows around him.
David whispers something, entirely incoherent, possibly not even actual, proper words. Just noise, appreciation, encouragement--don't stop, don't ever stop, don't even think about it. "Joe..."
Joe eases off, pulling back up, just licking and nuzzling gently, letting David breathe, just a little bit. "Tell me how you wanna come, David... just tell me what you want, anything," he murmurs, a hint of stubble brushing against David's stomach as he rubs his cheek against his skin.
"Want you," David murmurs, rubbing his fingers gently down Joe's cheek. "Inside me. Please, Joe."
"God, yes," Joe breathes, kissing David's stomach, then drawing his fingers away as he moves up between his legs. He keeps his eyes on David's face the whole time, inhaling sharply as he starts pushing inside, then forgetting to breathe until he's buried deep in David's body.
David's hand is still touching Joe's face. He brushes his thumb over Joe's lips as he lets out a sigh. "Love you so much."
"I love you... God, I love you, David," Joe whispers, trembling a little from staying still, then starting to move. Slow, easy, gentle... just needing that bit of motion. They've got all the time in the world. The rest of their lives.
David pulls him down, closer, kisses him gently again and again as he starts to move against him. Perfect and slow and lazy--his whole world, right here. He didn't need anything else.
Time spins out and becomes meaningless. It always does. Who cares about time when you've got nowhere else in the world you'd rather be? Joe can feel his head getting a little bit fuzzy as the kisses get longer and longer... there's some weird back-of-the-head thought about pairs skating... or is it ice dancing? How they can't be separated for more than three seconds at a time, or they're breaking the rules. He feels like that now. If he's not kissing David at least every three seconds, he's doing something wrong.
Joe is oxygen, and water, and food, and sunlight, and everything. Everything boiled down to one man, to one kiss, to one touch, to one play and push and pull of bodies moving in tandem. And David's lost in him, absolutely lost, again and again. He moans into Joe's mouth as his hand slips down, as he touches himself, bringing himself closer and closer to that inevitable moment when it all has to end.
David pulls him down, closer, kisses him gently again and again as he starts to move against him. Perfect and slow and lazy--his whole world, right here. He didn't need anything else.
It's automatic, instinctual. Joe's hand slides down between them and wraps around David's cock as soon as he feels David's hand go there. He links their fingers, matches David's pace, murmuring everything and nothing against David's lips.
"God yes." The sound is barely audible, spoken against Joe's mouth, and David starts to move faster. Just a little, just a little bit more. He's not in any rush, but that slow build can't be denied. That burning, that sweetness, deep, deep inside is too much to fight.
"David... David, David," Joe murmurs, repeating his name again and again, between kissing, barely gasping it out. He's so close, and not quite, and then he's just there, and he couldn't hold back if he wanted to. One soft cry into David's mouth and he's coming inside him, hand still moving with David's.
A shiver walks its way up David's spine. His eyes slip closed, his fingers move into Joe's hair, and he holds him tight as he keeps moving, needing that little bit more. Just a bit more friction, a bit more movement, and he comes, too, with a cry that at any other time would be loud and embarrassing, but at just this moment, it's nothing but pure joy.
Joe shudders in echo when he feels David come, gasping as he cries out. It's perfect. David's perfect. His whole life is perfect, and his whole life is right here, in his arms.
It's another few moments before David's heart stops trying to hammer through his chest, when he can breathe and open his eyes and look up at Joe. "Hey."
He smiles, leaning down and nuzzling his lips against David's cheek, then pulling back again. "Hey, you."
"Hey." David leans up to give him a quick kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Joe says, trying to keep his weight balanced so he doesn't completely crush David. "And know what? I'm never gonna get tired of this. Just so you know."
"Me too," David says. "Now get down here and hold me."
"Yes, sir," Joe says, easing out of David's body then flopping down beside him and wrapping him up in his arms. "Anything you want."
David all but purrs as he nuzzles in closer. "Anything?"
"Mmm... you know what? Yup. Anything."
"Then don't let me go until we absolutely have to go somewhere."
"Deal."
"I'm so spoiled."
"Get used to it, Hewlett."
