Real
Prompt: #299, World
Summary: When he can't focus, Charlie takes a break. . .
"Ian. . ." Charlie moaned, his head tossing on the pillow as his hands clutched convulsively on his lover's shoulders.
Ian, his face pressed into Charlie's shoulder, growled possessively. Charlie shivered, his thighs tightening around Ian's waist as Ian sped the rhythm of his thrusts.
A final, deep thrust, and Ian was slipping over the edge into his climax, his teeth sinking into Charlie's shoulder, triggering his orgasm.
Charlie melted against the bed, panting, and Ian finally released his shoulder, nuzzling the lightly-bruised skin affectionately.
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"Interesting . . . work, there, Professor." a low, smooth voice murmured, just by his ear.
Charlie jumped, his fingers twitching on the keys, and he turned his chair to see Ian Edgerton behind him, just as he'd concluded from the voice.
Ian raised a brow inquisitively, and Charlie swallowed nervously. "I couldn't focus, um, on the analysis for Don, and-"
"And this helped?" Ian asked, chuckling.
Charlie flushed brightly, but he managed a nod, still looking at his knees.
There was a long silence, and eventually Charlie sighed, knowing there was no way he could out-patient the sniper god, and looked up, straight into Ian's darker-than-normal eyes.
"Want to see how it works in the real world?" Ian purred.
~Fin~
So there was actually another drabble posted between this one and the last, but it spawned a whole 'verse, so it - and it's fellows in the same 'verse - will not be posted here.