Title: Lucky 13 - Chapter 6 (In uniform)
Fandom: Ocean's eleven (Ocean's 13, technically)
Pairing: Virgil/Turk (slash)
Rating: M
Chapter Summary: "I just realized something", Virgil murmurs, his voice a raspy growl.
Turk's POV during the security guard's scam and after they've bolted.
A/N: This is the fourth chapter in the Lucky Thirteen story that takes place during the third movie (Ocean's thirteen) and is part of the Driving me crazy 'Verse (which includes all three movies)
CHAPTER SIX - IN UNIFORM
The door opens and the poor man looks out at them, almost hopeful. He's wearing a bathrobe and a terrible rash covers half his face, and from what Turk can see, it stretches down his throat and neck all the way to his chest. He feels rather awful about the whole thing.
When Virgil starts talking, he turns his back to the man and focuses on staying in character. Interrupting rudely, and letting more and more aggression seep into his voice. Next to him, Virgil catches on in the blink of an eye, a tension settling over his shoulders that Turk immediately recognises as anger.
"Pack your things, or we'll pack them for you", Turk bites out. "Fifteen minutes! Hey, fifteen minutes!"
"Pack your things!" Virgil spits out before the man has a chance to say anything else, voice simmering with repressed rage, that would scare Turk too if he didn't know his brother's bark was worse than his bite. "Pack your things!"
"Alright! Okay!" the man says.
The moment the door closes, the brothers bolt down the hallway.
Rounding the corner, Virgil slows down and grabs Turk by the shoulder. Turk turns to him to check and see if he's okay, but before he has a chance to give him a once-over or say anything, the fiery look in his brother's eyes registers and his heart skips a beat. The fingers on his shoulder tighten their grip, and then he's spun around and pushed up against the wall.
"Fuck", he hisses.
Virgil's face is inches from his own. He can feel his breath on his face. There's a glint in his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Turk murmurs, looking down the hallway in both directions.
Virgil grins, it's far from amused, more like predatory. Turk feels himself harden, the pants that were tight as it was hugging him painfully. He shifts his weight, and swallows a groan. Virgil grabs the top button of Turk's shirt, it's a microphone, and he clicks it off. Then he switches off his own as well.
"Guys, what's going on?", Rusty's voice buzzes through their ear pieces. "Virgil? Turk? Anyone got a twenty on Virgil and Turk, I think we lost them-"
"I just realized something", Virgil murmurs, his voice a raspy growl that shoots straight to Turk's cock, and Turk bangs his head back against the wall, knowing his brother's is doing this, all this, on purpose, just to watch him squirm.
He bucks against him, and realizes too late what a counter-productive solution that was, as his hard-on rubs against his brother's leg. He pushes forward with his shoulders instead, but Virgil manages to hold him in place. Where he's found the strength in the past hour, Turk doesn't know, but he collapses back against the wall and let's his eyes flutter closed for a moment, composing himself.
"I just realized", Virgil continues. "How sexy you look in uniform…"
Turk's eyes shoot open again and he gives Virgil an incredulous look. He looks down the hallway on either side of them again. Anyone could show up, at any moment, any of the guys, the poor bastard in 1706, or anyone else for that matter, any unsuspecting hotel guest, with his luck an old lady and her little innocent grandkids. He takes a deep, ragged breath.
"It's just a suit", he says.
Virgil just keeps grinning, and slowly he leans in close, his nose brushing against Turk's cheek. His breath tickles Turk's jaw line, and then his earlobe.
"It looks good on you", Virgil whispers.
Turk swears under his breath.
"You know, I never did return the favour before…"
"Christ, Virgil", Turk gasps. "We're in the middle of the hallway!"
"I know…"
When it dawns on Turk that his brother is getting off on the possibility of getting caught, he should be alarmed, he should be the responsible one and put a stop to this before it goes to far, he should definitely not get impossibly harder than he already is and buck his hips again.
Virgil's hands take their time trailing across his collar bones, really enjoying the feel of the fabric under his touch, or just enjoying taking his time because he knows he's driving Turk crazy. Either possibility is just as likely, Turk thinks.
Snaking his fingers around the tie with one hand and unbuttoning the suit jacket with the other, Virgil starts kissing the side of his neck, and he pushes his head back against the wall, all thoughts of getting caught evaporating. He reaches up and sticks his fingers in his brother's hair, enjoying the softness of it against his skin, massaging his scalp in soothing movements.
The last button of the jacket pops open and Virgil takes a small step closer to him. His hand sneaks in and settles on his waist, fingers pressing into his back and thumb rubbing over his belly.
When Virgil bites him lightly, Turk gasps, hips gyrating instinctively. Virgil smiles against his neck, and pushes his own hips closer, one thigh nestling its way in between his brother's legs and rubbing ever so slightly against his crotch.
"Fuck", Turk rasps out.
Virgil tongues the bite mark and sucks lightly on it. Then he leans back and looks into Turk's face. The firey look in his eyes intensifying at what he sees there. He licks his lips hungrily.
"We don't have long", he says, regret seeping in.
Turk nods. He doesn't trust his voice enough to speak. He knows he should put an end to this right now. But all he wants is for Virgil to touch him, the rest of it be damned.
Virgil leans in and captures his lips in a brief kiss, then he drops to his knees.
"Fuck!" Turk breathes out.
Virgil looks up at him, eyes impossibly blue in this light, eyelids drooping sultry, and again he licks his lips. Turk doesn't think he's had sex fantasies that have been this hot.
"You can play with my hair", Virgil says.
Turk chuckles breathlessly and nods. He nestles his fingers back into his brother's hair. Virgil's eye lids flutter a bit, and he pushes into the caress. Turk imagines hearing him purr as well, but that's just
too silly, and he discards the idea.
Virgil's eyes flutter open again and settle on Turk's crotch. He gets a look of determination on his face and the next moment, he's undoing the fly of the dress pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. Turk hisses and sends up a silent prayer wishing that there isn't a security camera in this hallway, or if there is, that Livingstone isn't watching them on some monitor right now, but that thought evaporates too as soon as Virgil starts nuzzling his cock.
Then there's a tentative lick on the head, and Turk slams his head back against the wall with a moan. Virgil places a kiss on top of his cock, then slowly opens his mouth and lets it in, enveloping it in heat, wet heat. Turk presses his eyes shut and fists Virgil's hair. Slowly, the mouth on his cock starts moving, up and down, then further down, and then there's suction and Turk's mind goes blank.
A hand reaches up and wraps his tie around itself, pulling just a little. The other hand curls around the base of his cock and squeezes.
When Turk comb his fingers through his brother's unruly mop of hair, Virgil hums in approval, sending vibrations all around him. Turk's hips jerk involuntarily, but besides a hmph of disapproval, Virgil doesn't change his ministrations and he doesn't gag.
"S-sorry, sorry", Turk gasps.
The hand nestled in his tie lets go and cups his balls instead, squeezing them slightly, almost hard enough to be painful, almost.
"I- I'm gonna…"
Virgil hums again, and swallows him down even further than before, and Turk curses under his breath, he pulls gently on his brother's hair, to get him to stop, but then his brother hums again, and swallows, and a shock wave of pleasure shoots through him.
He's heard about lights exploding behind your eyes, but he always figured that was an exaggeration. A tickling shudder travels all through his body as he comes down from the orgasm. And he's vaguely aware of Virgil still sucking him, and swallowing down all his come. His legs shake. And as soon as Virgil has tucked him back in his boxers and starts pulling his dress pants up, his knees buckle under him and he slides down the wall.
Virgil moves to sit next to him instead, leaning back against the wall, and he puts his arm around Turk's shoulders. Turk wouldn't normally, knowing it will give his brother something to tease him about later, but right now he can't be bothered, so he leans into his brother.
Tilting his head back slightly, he nudges Virgil's chin with his nose. Virgil smiles down at him, then leans down and kisses him. Turk hums against his lips.
"We should get going", Virgil murmurs after they break apart.
"You swallowed", Turk says.
"Yeah."
"How was it?"
"Weird… I don't know, I might have liked it."
"Might have?" Turk repeats and smirks.
"Yeah. I don't know. I'll have to try it again to know for sure."
Virgil squeezes his shoulder and then gets to his feet. He offers his brother a hand and pulls him up. His dress pants starts falling down again, but he catches them and does up the fly.
"Fine by me", he says.
"Yeah? Did I do good?"
Turk snorts and shoves his brother in the arm. He adjusts his tie and buttons his jacket. Virgil is still grinning hopefully at him, and he rolls his eyes.
"Are you serious? You're such a girl, I swear-"
"What, it was my first attempt, some feedback would be nice-"
"Jesus Christ…" Turk mutters and starts walking down the hallway.
Virgil jogs to catch up with him then settles into the same rhythm by his side. They don't speak for a long moment. Not until they spot Nestor and he waves at them, then Turk slows his pace down slightly and he looks sideways at Virgil, who gives him a questioning look back.
"Uniforms, huh?" Turk says and smirks.
"Shut up", Virgil mutters and blushes.
End.