Coat Porn 02/01/2011 19:34:00
Author's Note: So, here I am again with another crack crossover. This is actually sort of a cracky spin-off from another fic that is still in the works, which will hopefully go up soon. I wanted it to go up first, but my friends and casual betas The Pensive Poet and An Ingenious Paradox, said that I really needed to publish this, like NOW, so here it is.
It's Torchwood/Supernatural. Rated T for suggestive themes. There's a lot of suggestive language here, possibly bordering on pornographic? But as there's no actual sex (or violence, or coarse language) I figured T would be an acceptable rating.
In the medium-sized, well-furnished bedroom of the house, Castiel, Angel of the Lord, and Captain Jack Harkness, Leader of Torchwood 3, Cardiff, Wales were having glorious sex.
But this is not about them. No, this is about the torrid love affair between their alarmingly amorous outerwear.
The night started calmly enough; the tan trench coat and the navy greatcoat each hung up on their respective hooks. There was some amicable flapping of arms and tails, and they enjoyed each others' light-hearted conversation.
However, as the night progressed the conversation turned flirty and eventually the arm of the trench coat brushed up against its navy companion, fleetingly, as if it was the fault of the draft from the window rather than a proposition.
The greatcoat returned the gesture, although its touch lingered, letting the fibers rub against each other briefly, eliciting a ripple of pleasure from the trench. The casual caresses increased in number, eventually becoming more insistent as the intensity rose between the two overcoats.
The movement was causing the coats to slip, but if they noticed, neither seemed to care, engrossed by their interlocking fibers. In one moment, the trench reached too far for the greatcoat and the last threads that kept it hanging up slipped.
The trench seemed to fall to the floor with a sigh, pulling the navy coat with it. They moved beautifully through the air to the ground, becoming a tangle of arms.
The heavy greatcoat encircled the smaller trench, as if to pull it inside of itself. They arched into each other, tan arms fitting neatly inside the warmth of navy ones. The greatcoat rustled at the sensation. With one final movement the trench twisted, sending them both into shuddery flapping before they lay still on the floor, curled peacefully around each other.
The next morning their respective owners found them lying the same way. It took some doing to extricate them from each other. The soldiers said their good-byes and separated the trench and the greatcoat, but not before the overcoats could leave each other with some token of affection.
A gold button from the greatcoat and the trench coat's belt were noticed to be missing by their owners sometime later.
~FIN
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