Summary: Rand gets a haircut
Alternate title: Rand is a horndog in this one and the author can't figure out how he got there.
A/N: The original to this fic was straight up sad, so I changed it up by making Rand a horndog that just wants to get dicked down by his man. Thanks.
Also, this only got a quick reread and if there are any errors, they are completely my own, so: No beta, we die like [redacted].
Notes:
Good!Ishamael
AU: Modern
Warnings:
Sex
Mention of somnophilia
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and make no money! I am broke bitches.
Rand Gets a Haircut
Rand rolls his shoulders, running a hand through his hair only to remember that it's buzzed short now and he won't be able to catch the strands like he could before. He sighs, dropping his hand on his lap before sitting back against the chair. His leg bounces and his fingers twist around each other. He looks at the clock on the wall, it's just past five. He's been sitting here for almost three hours. He'd thought he'd timed it properly, thought he'd only have to wait for maybe an hour (and he'd thought that alone was an exaggeration, but now here he is, the hours later).
Light, Rand's bored.
"He's done with his meeting," Sheriam says with a soft smile. Rand likes Sheriam, she's always helping plan surprises for Ishamael, always knows how to convince Ishamael to leave the office early so Rand can spend time with him. And she's really good at helping him pick out gifts for Ishamael.
Rand nods and pushes himself up. He walks towards the office, almost bouncing on his feet as he does. He wants to touch at his hair again, but forces himself not to. He doesn't want to draw attention to it quite yet. He's been talking about cutting his hair for a while now, but hadn't sad just how short he wants it. Sure, it's going to be different for a while, on his knees without Ishamael's hand gripping at his hair as he fucks his mouth, but they'll make it work.
Rand's stomach is a ball of nervous excitement as he steps into the office. He sees Ishamael leaned over the table, his back to Rand. The man is going over some documentation, Rand can almost hear the soft muttering from the man. It's cute. Rand swallows, closing the door behind him as quietly as he can. He counts to three and then, voice low and breathy, he says, "Hey."
Ishamael straightens himself and turns. He looks Rand over, Rand can feel his eyes, can feel them move over him, from head to toe. He's not shaking, not exactly, but he's about to jump the other man because Ishamael has no right being that fucking sexy just standing there in his charcoal pants and crisp white shirt. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and Rand can see the chords of muscle, the veins running down the man's arms. Rand has to lick his lips at the thought of those thick hands touching him, teasing him, those long, thick fingers in his mouth, trailing down his body, moving between his legs. Lights, Rand can almost feel them teasing at his asshole, one and then two fingers sliding into him.
Light.
Ishamael holds out a hand and Rand knows it to mean he must come to him. He does so, walking slowly towards the man, not bothering to hide his arousal. His knees feel weak as he takes Ishamael's hand. It's excitement, he knows. Because he doesn't know what Ishamael will do, how the man will tease him.
"I'm sorry for making you wait," Ishamael says gently, touching Rand's cheek with his other hand. The hands he's holding moves up to his lips and he kisses it. "I didn't think the meeting would go as long as it did."
Rand nods. He can smell Ishamael's cologne. He picked it out himself, a gift for Ishamael's birthday. He really, really likes it when Ishamael uses things he bought for him.
"You look beautiful," Ishamael says. He runs a hand over Rand's buzz. Rand feels his body buzzing, the tightness of anticipation building in him.
Rand closes his eyes, leaning towards the hand against his cheek. He's not really in control of his body right now, can feel it moving closer to Ishamael without him consciously doing it. He wants the man, now.
"It looks good on you," Ishamael says.
Rand can hear the smile in his words and he can't help a soft smile too. He feels Ishamael's hand against his cheek and he grabs hold of the man's hand, turning his head to kiss at the man's wrist.
"Would you like to go home?" Ishamael asks." We could order something to eat."
"I made dinner," Rand says quietly, eyes still closed, still savouring the warm hand against his cheek. "Spaghetti and roast."
"Well, aren't I being spoilt."
Rand smiles against Ishamael's lips, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders, letting the kiss deepen, opening his mouth to the man's gently probing tongue. Ishamael tastes like peppermint… and coffee. Rand pulls back slightly, opening his eyes to look at Ishamael. The man already looks reprimanded, but his eyes are soft, a slight twinkling in them.
"I know," the man says with a soft sigh, "don't judge too hard. The meeting got long and I was feeling tired."
Rand grins impishly. It wasn't exactly his fault that Ishamael's tired. Sure, he could've held himself back that morning and not crawled on the sleeping Ishamael, not wrapped his lips around the other man's cock. He could've let the man sleep instead of having him fuck him till his toes curled. But Ishamael had looked so good naked, he always looks so good naked. Rand has never claimed to have any self control when it comes to the other man.
"Well," Rand says, taking Ishamael's hand and already pulling him towards the door, "I guess we'll just have to find a way to exhaust you then."
Rand's body hums at the full body laugh, and he blushes, just so, when his husband playfully smacks his ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that promises more. "I look forward to it, darling."
END!
TV show Ishamael has me on a chokehold! I have never been this attracted to a man's face. God really popped off when he was designing that man's face, He was straight up showing off!
Amywhoomst, I will be writing more Ishamael/Rand because there is so little and I can't have that!
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