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I'm weak and I have no shame. Well, not much anyway.
by Mydeira (mydeira)
at March 27th, 2007 (08:45 pm)

Title: I Could Never Say No To A Man In A Kilt
Author: Mydeira
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John calls David’s bluff.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, but, god, a girl can dream, can’t she? No harm intended.
A/N: The things you do for your friends. :)


John opened his mouth, and David shook his head. “Say another word in that atrocious accent and I’m walking away.”

John smirked. “It’s not that bad, is it?” Actually, it was. He knew it was, which was why he did it. It especially drove his mother round the bend. “For all your talent, son, it’s embarrassing you can’t pull off something that’s in your own blood.”

David rolled his eyes. “Billie puts on a better Scots accent than you.”

Ouch. “Now that’s low.”

“It is a bit.” David flashed John a dazzling grin. “But it’s true.”

“Yeah, it is,” John said, but smiled as he turned back to the mirror and finished knotting his tie. He caught sight of David’s bow tie in the mirror, sides uneven and hanging slightly askew. “We all have our flaws,” he said slyly.

David’s eyebrows drew together giving him a charming perplexed look. Of course, there wasn’t much he did that didn’t make him look charming. “What are you on about now?”

“My accent beats your tying skills any day,” John replied, dropping briefly into Scots.

“Oi! Now who’s aiming low?” But David stepped closer to the mirror, lifting his chin up and peering down at the tie in question. “It’s not perfect, I’ll grant you, but it’s not horrible.”

John didn’t respond.

“It’s not!” David protested, still eyeing himself. He tugged at it, attempting to straighten the thing, but it wouldn’t stay put. With a frustrated sigh, he finally gave up. Eyes narrowed he glared at John. “I hate you.”

John laughed. “Only when I’m right,” he said.

“Well, yeah.”

He decided to take pity on David. “Let me,” he said, moving behind David and grabbing the ends of the tie

“You going to help dress me, Barrowman?”

“Since you won’t let me help you undress…I’ll settle for what I can get.”

David snorted. “Never turn it off for a minute, do you?”

“Nope.”

He had never understood what people found so difficult about tying bow-ties. It wasn’t any more difficult than tying shoes once you figured it out. Though he’d known several people who hadn’t even mastered that basic skill.

“There,” he said when he’d finished. He straightened David’s jacket as well before letting his hands drop.

David apprised himself out in the glass. “Not bad,” he grudged. He turned to face John, leaning back against the dressing table. “Might have to hire you on as my personal dress assistant.”

“Sorry, already have a day job.”

“No, you have several day jobs. Every time I turn on the telly, there you are.”

John shrugged, nonplused. “It pays the bills.”

“Bills? Right. You just like the attention, John.”

“Love the attention, actually.”

They both laughed.

“Come on, we should get out there,” John said, nodding towards the door.

“Why, afraid people will talk if we don’t?” David teased.

“They already talk.”

“You’re reading the forums again, aren’t you?”

“So? You read them, too.”

“Maybe,” he drawled. “But I only do it out of insatiable curiosity. You do it to feed your ego.”

“Hey!” John pretended to be hurt. “You want to tie your own ties from now on?”

“Want isn’t the issue. I can’t, remember?” David said cheekily.

“Cute.”

“That’s me.” He waggled his eyebrows.

John shook his head. “You’re hopeless, you know that? And you’d better be careful, David, you might give a guy the wrong idea with those kind of comments.”

“Oh, I’m very careful. And it’s not the wrong idea,” he said cryptically.

“Wait, what?” David was having him on here. He had to be.

David’s smile was impish. “Some of us don’t flirt indiscriminately. For most of us, it has a very clear intent.”

He could play along. No harm in that. “Is that so?” John said, taking a step closer and effectively pinning David against the dressing room table.

“Undeniably.” Nimble fingers wrapped themselves in the front of John’s jacket, pulling him forward the rest of the way. Before John could protest, David’s mouth was on his, firm, insistent and gaining easy entrance in John’s surprise. David kissed like a man who knew very much what he was after, and that was alright.

But John wasn’t a passive man by nature and soon returned David’s kiss full force. If the man was playing him, there was no better way to throw him off. But judging by David’s eager response and hard press of his cock through two layers of tartan, this wasn’t a game for him.

Just as things were starting to get really interesting with one of David’s hands tugging up the bottom of John’s kilt, there was a sharp wrap at the door jolting the men abruptly apart.

“Mr. Barrowman. Mr. Tennant. Five minutes, sirs,” the PA announced from the other side.

John half expected awkwardness, but David just groaned in complaint. “Bloody great timing that one has. And, mind you, how come your name’s first?”

“Alphabetical?” he offered with a laugh.

“Better be, or that’s two strikes against that girl.” David eyed John for a moment. “Your tie’s looking rather worse for the wear.”

John glanced in the mirror, straightening it. “Still looks better than yours did.”

“Ha, ha.” David turned to the mirror as well, ruffling his hair and smoothing out his clothes. “This isn’t over, you know,” he commented idly.

The prospect shouldn’t be as appealing as it was. This was just asking for trouble. “It’s not?”

David shook his head and flashed John a wicked grin. “Now that I know you’re interested as well, all bets are off. You’ve met your match, Barrowman.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“Oh, believe me, you will.”

John had always been a fan of trouble.



John barely had time to set foot in the dressing room before he found himself pinned back against the door.

“Now then, where were we?” David rumbled in a thick Scottish bur. His chocolate eyes were made darker by arousal and predatory intent. John had always liked this side of David on screen. It was even better in person.

“We were over there.” John nodded toward the dressing table as he flashed David a wide grin.

“Cute, Barrowman, very cute.” David’s right hand tugged at the side of John’s kilt, slowly inching it up. “I think were right about here.”

“Close,” John replied before pulling David into a hungry kiss. He didn’t have much room to work with, pinned as he was against the door, but he’d always had a knack of making the most of what he had.

David groaned, pressing closer as his hand slipped beneath John’s kilt. His fingers were hot as they skimmed up the bare flesh of John’s thigh. So eager.

John laughed as he broke the kiss. “So, David, how far do you plan on taking this?”

David leaned forward and whispered, “The question is, how far are you going to let me get?” His teeth nipped sharply at John’s ear, sending a shiver radiating outward from the contact. “It a good thing these kilts have so many bloody damned pleats, otherwise the audience would have known that there’s only one thing on my mind.”

“And what’s that?” Hell, he was game for everything at the moment.

“I want you to fuck me, John,” David growled.

That John hadn’t expected. He knew his surprise was obvious when he said, “Really?”

David nodded, staring at John straight on, challenging him. “Wouldn’t say no to that lovely ass of yours. But, given a choice…I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”

If that was how David wanted it, far be it from him to argue.

“Over to the couch and strip,” John said.

“Knew you were a skin man.” David smirked as he backed away. Shrugging out of his jacket, he crossed the room to the couch. John just leaned against the door, watching. Tie came next followed by shoes and socks. David didn’t say a word when he set to work on the buttons of his shirt, just slipping one out after another, the sinful curl of his mouth growing more so with each passing second. By the time David’s shirt hit the floor, it was taking every bit of John’s restraint to stay where he was and not shove David over the back of the couch and take him then. David tossed his t-shirt heedlessly behind him, then dropped his kilt, revealing in more ways than one that he was every bit a Scotsman—no knickers and more than enough hair to spare. It was fine and John would wager it was as soft to the touch as the rest of David’s hair. Added in with a whipcord frame and lean muscles, there wasn’t anything the man didn’t have going for him.

David stood there under John’s scrutiny, unabashed, eyebrow arched teasingly and cock jutting proudly, “Well?”

John pushed off from the door and began to remove each piece of clothing with an unhurried air, leaving a trail of garments behind him as he crossed the room. By the time he reached the couch, he was naked as well.

“You are a sight to behold,” David murmured, fingers straying lightly across John’s chest. “Especially in person.”

John was glad he’d gotten over blushing at a very early age, otherwise… He had to ask, “You ever done this before?”

David nodded, eyebrows dancing. “Oh, John, the things you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah?”

“Not letting your life be a complete open book does have its advantages.”

“Hey!”

“I admire it, don’t get me wrong. I just like to surprise people,” David said. His hand drifted down John’s waist, making John shiver as David seemed to find every sensitive spot on his journey. Finally, David’s hand reached John’s cock, fingers curling loosely around as he began to pump lightly. “Now I’m sure you’re well-prepared for every opportunity. However, my bag is closer and has everything you need.”

Reaching over to the table and unzipping the top compartment, John found that David was well-prepared and then some. “You do play it close to the vest, you kinky bastard.”

David shrugged nonplused. “Should have seen Sophia’s face the first time she happened upon it. She thought I was about as vanilla as they come. Fortunately, she was pleasantly surprised to learn otherwise.” He grinned. “But if you think I’m a kinky bastard, well, I’ve got nothing on her.”

“I could have told you that,” John said smugly. “And it’s not from personal experience. Sadly, I’m thinking. I’m just usually pretty good at reading people. Except you, Tennant, you’re an enigma.”

“Great, isn’t it?”

It was a nice change of pace to be completely surprised for once.

“So how do you want me?” David asked, a world of options lacing the question.

Every which way sounded good. But John decided to go with his idea from a few minutes ago. “Kneel and face the back of the couch.”

“Classic. I like it.” David moved into position, then glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “Are you going to stand there admiring me all day, Barrowman, or are you actually going to do something?”

“Sophia must gag you,” John said, moving behind David.

“Oh, quite frequently. Unless my mouth is otherwise occupied.”

“Figured as much.”

David never turned away and kept up a constant stream of chatter while John prepared him, though near the end talking did seem to come as a bit of a challenge to him.

“You’re a married man now, John, shouldn’t you be thinking twice about extramarital affairs?”

John snorted as he slipped a third finger through the tight ring of muscle between David’s cheeks. “Do you really think Scott and I would have lasted this long if our relationship was strictly monogamous? He may seem straight-laced, but he likes to mix it up as much as the next guy. He’s always said he gets enough of routine with his job, he doesn’t need it in his private life as well.”

“I’m thinking I might need to get to know Scott better,” David said speculatively.

That could be interesting. “Maybe.”

“What maybe?”

“He’s not big on chatty types.”

“You’re a fine one to talk. You talk a blue streak when you---Hey!” David protested as John removed his fingers. “Fine, I can take a hint.”

John leaned in close as he slipped on the condom. “David, talk all you want, in a few minutes it’s not going to matter.”

“Think you’re good enough to rob me of speech?”

“I know I am.” And then he was pressing in, cock sinking into tight heat. “Fuck,” he breathed. Even better than he’d imagined.

David started to say something, but his words were cut off in a low groan, body arching back.

“What was that?” John chuckled.

“I was going to say—” his words cut off again as John started to pull out, “that I was hoping to be pounded into the couch, but—” John thrust in again. “Keep doing that and you’ll hear no complaints from me.”

“David?”

“What?”

“You might want to brace yourself.”

And then he began to fuck David in earnest. David finally was reduced to little more than “Fuck, faster,” by the time John’s hand wrapped around his cock, pumping in time to the thrusts.

David came hard, spilling hot over John’s hand. The force of David’s climax pulled John over not long after.

They lay collapsed in a sweaty pile, no sound in the room except for their ragged breathing for several minutes.

John cleaned most of David’s come off his hand with a nearby towel, but licked off the remnants. The man tasted good. He filed it away for future reference. There was no way in hell that this was a one-off, especially considering how often they were thrown together these days.

“Christ, I needed that,” David said finally. “Strap-ons are wonderful inventions, but nothing compares to the real thing.”

“What doesn’t Sophia do?”

“When I find out, I’ll let you know.” After a moment David said, “So, got any plans tonight?”

“Not really, why?”

“I figure it’s only fair you buy me dinner now.”

John rolled his eyes. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

“Don’t you know it.”

Comments

Posted by: zenalee (zenalee)
Posted at: April 18th, 2007 10:02 pm (UTC)

So this would be approximately the 4th time ive read this story... and it's still bloody brilliant!!!
And incredibly hot. *opens the window*

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: April 19th, 2007 01:18 am (UTC)

*blushes* Happy to hear you enjoy it!

Posted by: karaokegal (karaokegal)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 02:15 am (UTC)
jbarms

Whew! That's....wow! Golly. I'm reading through the comm quickly. So far things seem to be fairly free of angst, which is quite a chance from my normal RPS pairing.

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 03:46 am (UTC)

We tend to keep things pretty light with them. Glad you're enjoying it.

Posted by: karaokegal (karaokegal)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 04:48 am (UTC)
jacknekkid

Would something that deals with more reality and angst be welcome, if it also included the HAWT? Not sure I'm planning to write anything as I already have a slew on my plate, but curious.

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 01:12 pm (UTC)

As long as it's still primarily John/David, it would be welcome. You have me curious. :)

Posted by: karaokegal (karaokegal)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 03:26 pm (UTC)
boxset

My RPS tends to be heavily grounded in reality and drag in many friends and sig others. RPS that denies the existence of the "canon" sig others loses me right away so I'm happy to see all the mentions of Scott and Sophia. My main RPS pairing is Hugh Laurie/Robert Sean Leonard, where neither of the parties is known to be gay, although Mr. Laurie is assumed in certain quarters to be at least bi. There's also a very large Hugh Laurie/Stephen Fry RPS consituency, who sometimes take issue with my using Stephen as an obstable to Hugh/Bobby.

The other thing I find interesting is that your John is being portrayed at least by implication as bi, which although it is true of Capt. Jack, seems to be rather not the case with JB.

None of these are critiques, just my initial reactions to reading (and loving) the fics. It's all totally wonderful and hot, but just a very different approach from what I'm used to.

Posted by: otp_alert (otp_alert)
Posted at: March 25th, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)

Man, this was hot, a perfect story before going to bed^_~
Liked the mention of the Sophia and Scott and how adorable and chatty David is. John helping him with the tie would have been a precious sight:dreamily sigh:

Posted by: newra_skylarke (newra_skylarke)
Posted at: June 8th, 2008 01:15 pm (UTC)

on second reading.... still o so hot!

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: June 8th, 2008 01:18 pm (UTC)

Thanks! Happy to hear it holds up. :)

Posted by: Marisa McCall (mrssjw)
Posted at: July 17th, 2008 01:11 am (UTC)
*iz melted*

I know I've read this before, and I'm amazed that I didn't comment. I must say, that is a gross oversight on my part, and I feel compelled to apologize! ^_^

Aside from that, this is, quite possibly, the fifth, maybe sixth time re-reading this. It still gets my pulse racing, so it smut must be good! Now then, as soon as my brain recovers from the hotness of this story, I will actually try to accomplish something remotely productive. ^_^

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