PAIRING: Adam/Mason (turn back if it makes ya queasy!)
RATING: NC-17
STATUS: Complete
FEEDBACK: Hell yes!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Adam, Mason, or Mutant X. If I did, the show would be quite heavy on the slash, and the plotlines would be better. Plus, Adam and Mason would be getting it on like wild rabbits, and so would Emma and Shal.
NOTES: Pure smut. This is what happens when I get bored in gym class. Like we do anything in there anyway.
SUMMARY: Pure PWP. It's just an excuse for me to have happy fantasies.
WARNING: Adam/Mason. This is your last warning, people. Don't e- mail me about how you're scarred for life after reading this fic.
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Shortly after walking through the door of his apartment, I kiss him. Soft and gentle at first, it quickly turns into desperation as we try to make our way to his bed (or the couch at least). We begin tearing the clothes off one another, but tonight I want to enjoy every agonizing minute of it. He murmurs a protest as I start to slowly unbutton his shirt. I murmur back, "The wait will be worth it."
At this, he grins, knowing that I won't let him down. I open his shirt, running my hands over his smooth chest. I kiss him full on the mouth. It's just like him to be hard and ready before the show's even started. I grin slightly and pull away. I gently push him onto the couch, and he obliges. I sit over him, feeling him harden even more. I bend down, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulder and down to his chest. He moans as I take an erect nipple in my teeth and tease it. I love the sounds he makes, each of them unique to him, the geeky scientist, lover extraordinairre.
I move to the other nipple, dwelling on it for a minute or so before moving downwards. Slowly, ever so slowly, I make my way down to his navel. Spot Number Three. This one spot makes his breath catch and goosebumps appear on his skin. I smile a wicked smile, unbuttoning his pants while making love to his navel. I pull them down and throw them onto the floor. His black boxer-briefs are stretched so tight on him that his arousal is more than evident. I begin teasing by slowly pulling them down.
He's getting impatient, I can tell. He bucks his hips against me as I watch his naked body writhing beneath me. I haven't even done anything, and he is already glistening with sweat. Impatient little Adam. I smirk before leaning down to kiss the tip of his shaft. I lick him up and down, then begin to suck his scrotum. Softly and gently I tease him, making him buck against me, urging me to hurry up.
I put my hands on his hips and hold him down. I look at his face, and I'm pleased to see that he's staring back at me in anticipation. I wink at him, then take him in my mouth. He lets out a small cry of pleasure as I swirl my tongue around his shaft. I can see his hands blindly reaching out for something -- anything -- to grip onto, and he finally settles with grasping a throwpillow to his heaving chest as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay. Minutes pass, and he's still managing to keep it back. I begin to suck harder, and he jerks.
"Stop," he mutters, and I obey. He catches his breath, then sits up. I don't move, and I can taste his breath. He grins and pushes me onto my back. He begins removing my clothing in record time, and I let him. He knows my spots as well as I know his, and he uses them to his advantage. I'm hard and ready, but he pulls back. I watch him carefully as he sits up and reaches over to the coffee table, and the small drawer on the side of it. There's a tube of lubricant there, as there always has been. It's not like we have nosy guests -- or any guests -- for that matter. He lubes himself up, then positions himself on top of me. He smiles brightly, kissing me, then enters me. His thrusts are slow as he lets me adjust to him, but start to come quicker and harder.
He strokes me in time with his thrusts, and we both tumble towards orgasm together. He comes first, and I follow shortly behind him. Moments pass before he pulls out of me and collapses on my chest. We're both tired and sweaty and very much sexed up.
"Love you, Mace," he whispers.
"Love you, too, Adam," I whisper back. We both quickly fall asleep, laying entwined.
Created on ... April 29, 2003