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by Mydeira (mydeira)
at March 31st, 2007 (02:46 pm)

Title: Keeping The Homefires Burning
Author: Mydeira
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Scott, references John/David
Summary: John doesn’t exactly kiss and tell.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, but, god, a girl can dream, can’t she? No harm intended.
A/N: Follow up to I Could Never Say No To A Man In A Kilt. I got an image and couldn’t stop myself. And, heaven help me, but I can't avoid plot and characterization. Even here.

Scott was already in bed when John got home, papers spread out around him.

“You weren’t expecting me home, were you?”

Scott glanced at the clock, then smirked at John. “It’s barely half of eleven. I figured on at least another two hours since you’re not shooting tomorrow.”

“Felt like making an early night of it,” John said as he crossed to the dresser.

Shaking his head, Scott turned back to his work. After a moment, he asked, “So who was it this time? The PA? Not another bartender.”

John just laughed. “You’ll never guess.”

Scott’s eyebrows went up, and he removed his glasses. Pushing his papers to the side, he got out of the bed and joined John at the dresser.

“You’re practically glowing. It has to be good.” Scott considered him for a moment. “Just one person?”

“Just one.”





Scott shook his head. “There’s no way.”

“It was.”

“You’re having me on.”

“I swear.”

“Tennant? Seriously?”

“Yes,” John said with a grin. Grabbing his pajama pants, he headed for the bathroom.

“David Tennant?” Scott followed him.

“No, Ralph, his distant cousin. Yes, Scott, I really did shag David Tennant.”

“You shagged him.”

“Surprised the hell out of me, too.” John stripped off his clothes in short order and made his way to the shower.

“And that’s all you’re going to say about it?” Scott pressed.

“You know I don’t kiss and tell.”

“You do shag and tell though.”

John smirked as he turned on the water, getting it hot enough to barely stand before stepping in.

“John,” Scott pressed.

Dipping his head under the spray, then shaking the excess water off, he finally replied, “He never shuts up. Would have driven you crazy.”

“I don’t know, I’ve managed to put up with you all these years.”

“Gee, thanks.” He grabbed the soap. “And it means I’m so never leaving the two of you alone in a room together.”

“That good is he?”

“Maybe. But I just don’t want the two of you ganging up on me.”

Scott just laughed, shedding his pants and stepping in the shower behind John. He took the soap from John, wrapping close. His voice was low when he spoke again. “And you’d love every minute of it.”

Yeah, he really would.

“This isn’t just a one-off, is it?” Scott’s hand skated down John’s stomach, skimming along his cock before moving back up.

“No, it’s not.”

He felt Scott nod behind him. “Should I be jealous?”

They’d established two things early on in their relationship—no lies and no making promises you couldn’t keep. John turned to face Scott. “Not yet.”

“Good to know,” Scott said before leaning down and kissing him. It was languid and easy and just right.

John pressed closer, snaking his hand around the back of Scott’s neck. “Is this you staking your claim?”

Scott smiled. “I’ve learned it never hurts to remind you from time to time.”

John couldn’t argue with that. “I like being reminded.”

“Of course you do, John, you’re insatiable.”

“Just the way you like me.” He grinned.

“I can think of several ways I like you.”

“Yeah, such as?”

“You’re a bright man, I’m certain you can think of at least one,” Scott replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“The things I put up with,” John tried to sound put upon as he dropped to his knees.

Scott gave an undignified snort. “The things you put up with.”

John skimmed his hands up Scott’s thighs, reveling in the smooth glide over hard muscles. He followed the contour around and over the curve of Scott’s ass, letting his hands rest there, fingers fanning out. “Alright, so maybe I’ve got the better end of the deal.”

“Maybe.” The fingers of Scott’s right hand ran easily through John’s damp hair. “You’re definitely the master of understatement.”

“I try.” He grinned as he brought his right hand around to tease lightly along Scott’s shaft. There was something to be said about having the same partner for years on end. The little things you learned about them, what touches elicited what response and so on. Like if he ran his fingers just a little rougher along the side how Scott would arch forward, change the angle a bit and he’d pull away. Subtle things that took time to discover, to learn, to gauge. When was a hand just right and a mouth too much? More tongue or more teeth? Knowing the right moment to lean in and add a flicker of tongue over head like now.

Scott shivered slightly and sighed. Perfect.

John’s lips parted as he took Scott’s cock into his mouth just far enough to tease and promise, tongue roving and mapping as he did so.

“Going to torture me tonight, are you?” Scott inquired from above, sounding slightly breathless but mostly amused.

Pulling back, John grinned up at his partner. “It’s tempting.” After a moment, he said, “But I’ve had enough games for one night.” And with that, he took Scott into his mouth again, further this time, going down until he met his fist and had Scott’s cock completely in his possession.

John felt Scott’s fingers flex and relax in his hair, tugging and encouraging him on when he got the right combination. He was so focused that he didn’t realize Scott was up to anything until he felt something cold and thick spread along his scalp, followed by Scott’s fingers moving around rhythmically, massaging. John couldn’t help but grin. Scott rarely ever sat back and did nothing when John was paying attention to him. He always gave back, if not immediately, then shortly after. Early on, John had tried to dissuade Scott of the habit, not that John minded, but it was who Scott was. And it was damn nice when there was an even give and take.

Even when he finally came, Scott’s attentions only hesitated for a moment before he finished washing John’s hair. He tugged John to his feet when he was done, turning John under the spray and letting the water sluice over them. John felt as good as if he was the one who’d gotten off.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, leaning back against Scott.

Scott nipped lightly at his ear. “You better believe it.”


Posted by: karaokegal (karaokegal)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)

Whew! JB on his knees. Yummy.

Posted by: Mydeira (mydeira)
Posted at: August 5th, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)

No bad there, is there? :)

Posted by: otp_alert (otp_alert)
Posted at: March 25th, 2008 01:43 am (UTC)

Whoa, now that was hot...John/Scott are so cute and the references to John/David in the same fic HAWT:fans self:

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