Title: Watching
Author: Slashydutchie
Fandom: Les Miserables
Pairing/character: Jean Valjean/Javert
Rating: FRT
Prompt: I want you to wait anxiously for the feel of my fingertips. Skin flushed and sensitive sweet lips slightly parted, eyes closed in need
Kink: restraints, teasing
It was unfair.
The thought in itself was far from unfamiliar. In fact, Jean thought this just about every hour of every day of his imprisonment. The subject, however, was rather different from the usual. He wasn't sure where the comparison began or ended. After all, how could one compare losing your life over a piece of bread to the far too luscious mouth of a guard?
That was after all what Jean Valjean was contemplating. The unfairness of that mouth, how attractive it was even drawn in the stern expression Javert seemed to favour. Not to mention his naturally tanned skin and those eyes, dark as the night sky...
Jean sighed, perhaps he'd been in the company of too many men for too long.
He grabbed a tighter hold of his pickaxe, determined to ease a little sexual frustration through good old-fashioned manual labour. As the axe came down upon the stone Jean could hear the jingling of the chains restraining him and momentarily he considered attempting to break them with his pickaxe, but gave up on it almost as soon as the thought occurred.
That was when he felt it. You can always tell when someone's watching you. Not just seeing you, but truly watching. That natural instinct had already been very present in Valjean, but prison had fine-tuned it beyond belief. At times it almost was as if he truly had eyes in the back of his head... and right now there were indeed eyes there. Or rather, a burning gaze aimed at him.
Valjean hefted the pickaxe again, this time very aware of the way his muscles rippled under what remained of his old and torn shirt, but even more aware of the eyes following every single ripple with what almost seemed a kind of devotion.
He hazarded a quick glance over his shoulder, pretending to wipe the sweat from his brow, to discover who was watching him. Immediately he found himself staring into the dark pools he'd thought about mere seconds ago.
Javert did not lower his gaze and somehow Jean knew he never would. The guard wasn't the kind of man who'd hide anything or who'd be secretive. He was one of the few prison employees Valjean was very sure of was an honest man. The swindlers in Toulon had a saying that told you it was impossible to cheat a truly honest man. Jean believed this.
Jean also believed that teasing was in no matter of the word cheating and grinned to himself as he brought his pickaxe down with more force than necessary, feeling the vibrations of metal meeting stone travel through the wood and into his body. That feeling, combined with those eyes still burning holes into his back, made Jean close his eyes and bite his lower lip, stifling a moan, before he swung again.
Again and again Jean let metal meet stone. He knew he'd tire himself out before the end of the day, even with his above average stamina and strength, but he also knew that as long as he kept up this display those eyes wouldn't leave him... and that was worth it.