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Drabbles: Time and Space - Andy Serkis/Sean Bean - NC-17
Title: Time and Space
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precious_rosie
Pairing: Andy Serkis/Sean Bean
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Part: 1/1
Disclaimer: Total fiction.
Summary: Two drabbles; Sean's timing is always lousy and Andy sometimes needs some space.
Warning[s]: None, but obviously implications of m/m relationship.
Feedback:is welcomed.
Beta:shy_nerthuserce ♥ as always!
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rockabillyblue
“Daddy!”
Andy didn’t hear the call of his youngest son from the downstairs’ bathroom. He was searching frantically amongst the jumble on the kitchen memo board for Sean Bean’s new mobile number. The board was cluttered with the paraphernalia that inevitably accumulates with a family: school timetables and school-run rotas, birthday party invitations, artwork of various kinds, and important telephone numbers.
“Dadd-ee!”
Andy definitely heard that one. “In a minute!”
Exasperated, Andy finally located the all-important ‘Post-it’ note with Sean’s hastily scribbled number hidden behind a picture that Sonny had drawn of Chewbacca. A Chewbacca who resembled a lump of poo on legs. Turning round too quickly, he brushed against the wall and knocked down another of his middle child’s mad and not entirely aesthetically pleasing creations, this one entitled Kong with Daddy’s face – which resembled a fat turd with a toothy grin.
“Dadd-ee!” Louis chanted. “Done a poo-poo!”
Experience had taught Andy that – like Time, a yelling child on the toilet waits for no man and he scuttled into the bathroom to attend to his youngest child, who beamed at his father proudly when he saw him.
“Done four plops!” Louis smiled broadly. “Big ones!” he added with relish.
Andy smiled down at the beaming child. “Clever you!” he told him admiringly as he pulled off some toilet paper to clean him up.
At that precise moment, the mobile phone in his jeans pocket rang. With the skills born of being the father of three young children, Andy used one hand to attend to Louis and the other to answer his phone.
It was Sean on the other end. His timing was not impeccable!
“I’ll have to call you back, mate. Louis is on the lav,” Andy explained breathlessly, trying to cope with a by-now very hyper Louis, who was blowing loud raspberries in his free ear. “Your timing is right out again. And no, it’s not funny!”
“No problem,” Sean replied, trying to muffle his guffaws. He knew the perils of dealing with the toilet training of a young family all too well – and it wasn’t the first time he’d called Andy and caught him in the middle of such a delicate operation!
*******
Groaning in his climax, Sean withdrew his cock and rolled off Andy’s sweat slicked body. They both lay still for a while on the crumpled sheets before Andy rolled over onto his back and laughed in that deep, velvet-rich laugh of his. “I don’t know how the fuck you manage it, Sean. You just have this uncanny habit of calling whenever I’m up to my eyes in sorting out one of the kids!”
“I don’t do it on purpose,” Sean grinned, trying to look apologetic. “Just bad timing that’s all.” He leaned over and pressed his lips firmly onto Andy’s open, inviting mouth.
Andy wrapped his muscular arms around Sean’s neck and kissed him back. “It’s as though you just know when it would be the very worst time to call. Your timing is always lousy!”
But Sean’s grin only grew wider as he pressed himself closer against Andy and ground his hips against the younger man. “Oh, I don’t know,” he remarked, chuckling as he moved his hand down towards his lover’s already twitching cock. “There may be times when it’s lousy, but now I’d say it was spot on, Serkis!”
Fin
There were times when Andy appreciated his own space, away from the family he adored, away from his work. In the past he had sought solitude in mountaineering, the jagged rocks providing him with a buzz that left him energised for days. Once he reached that final peak, he became alive again as the adrenaline shot through his body.
These days he got the same adrenaline rush, the same light-headed giddiness and feelings of rejuvenation when Sean kissed him, tugging at his hair, forcing the gelled wild curls to give way and caressing him, taking good care to apply pressure ‘just so’, in the way that Andy liked.
Arching his back as the tremors of his orgasm rippled through his body and lost in his own pleasure, Andy groaned, grinding his hips against Sean’s arse.
Completely lost in his own space.
Fin
Author:
precious_rosiePairing: Andy Serkis/Sean Bean
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Part: 1/1
Disclaimer: Total fiction.
Summary: Two drabbles; Sean's timing is always lousy and Andy sometimes needs some space.
Warning[s]: None, but obviously implications of m/m relationship.
Feedback:is welcomed.
Beta:
shy_nerthuserce ♥ as always! Archive:
rockabillyblue“Daddy!”
Andy didn’t hear the call of his youngest son from the downstairs’ bathroom. He was searching frantically amongst the jumble on the kitchen memo board for Sean Bean’s new mobile number. The board was cluttered with the paraphernalia that inevitably accumulates with a family: school timetables and school-run rotas, birthday party invitations, artwork of various kinds, and important telephone numbers.
“Dadd-ee!”
Andy definitely heard that one. “In a minute!”
Exasperated, Andy finally located the all-important ‘Post-it’ note with Sean’s hastily scribbled number hidden behind a picture that Sonny had drawn of Chewbacca. A Chewbacca who resembled a lump of poo on legs. Turning round too quickly, he brushed against the wall and knocked down another of his middle child’s mad and not entirely aesthetically pleasing creations, this one entitled Kong with Daddy’s face – which resembled a fat turd with a toothy grin.
“Dadd-ee!” Louis chanted. “Done a poo-poo!”
Experience had taught Andy that – like Time, a yelling child on the toilet waits for no man and he scuttled into the bathroom to attend to his youngest child, who beamed at his father proudly when he saw him.
“Done four plops!” Louis smiled broadly. “Big ones!” he added with relish.
Andy smiled down at the beaming child. “Clever you!” he told him admiringly as he pulled off some toilet paper to clean him up.
At that precise moment, the mobile phone in his jeans pocket rang. With the skills born of being the father of three young children, Andy used one hand to attend to Louis and the other to answer his phone.
It was Sean on the other end. His timing was not impeccable!
“I’ll have to call you back, mate. Louis is on the lav,” Andy explained breathlessly, trying to cope with a by-now very hyper Louis, who was blowing loud raspberries in his free ear. “Your timing is right out again. And no, it’s not funny!”
“No problem,” Sean replied, trying to muffle his guffaws. He knew the perils of dealing with the toilet training of a young family all too well – and it wasn’t the first time he’d called Andy and caught him in the middle of such a delicate operation!
Groaning in his climax, Sean withdrew his cock and rolled off Andy’s sweat slicked body. They both lay still for a while on the crumpled sheets before Andy rolled over onto his back and laughed in that deep, velvet-rich laugh of his. “I don’t know how the fuck you manage it, Sean. You just have this uncanny habit of calling whenever I’m up to my eyes in sorting out one of the kids!”
“I don’t do it on purpose,” Sean grinned, trying to look apologetic. “Just bad timing that’s all.” He leaned over and pressed his lips firmly onto Andy’s open, inviting mouth.
Andy wrapped his muscular arms around Sean’s neck and kissed him back. “It’s as though you just know when it would be the very worst time to call. Your timing is always lousy!”
But Sean’s grin only grew wider as he pressed himself closer against Andy and ground his hips against the younger man. “Oh, I don’t know,” he remarked, chuckling as he moved his hand down towards his lover’s already twitching cock. “There may be times when it’s lousy, but now I’d say it was spot on, Serkis!”
There were times when Andy appreciated his own space, away from the family he adored, away from his work. In the past he had sought solitude in mountaineering, the jagged rocks providing him with a buzz that left him energised for days. Once he reached that final peak, he became alive again as the adrenaline shot through his body.
These days he got the same adrenaline rush, the same light-headed giddiness and feelings of rejuvenation when Sean kissed him, tugging at his hair, forcing the gelled wild curls to give way and caressing him, taking good care to apply pressure ‘just so’, in the way that Andy liked.
Arching his back as the tremors of his orgasm rippled through his body and lost in his own pleasure, Andy groaned, grinding his hips against Sean’s arse.
Completely lost in his own space.