Writer: Sabaku No Kel
Fandom: Hellboy
Pairing: Hellboy x John Myers
Title: Chicken
Words: 1632
Rating: Overall rating M (This chapter M for naughty things)
Warning: Voyeurism and masturbation
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or it's characters and do not make any money out of writing this.
AN1: Hello lovelies! Excuse the quick AN but I'm really tired from work and school so I'll just say enjoy and see you at the bottom… enjoy.
P.S. The title was taken from the phrase 'chocking the chicken' which I've always found a funny thing to say.
000 Chicken 000
John sat with Liz in the BPRD's cafeteria, enjoying his lunch break with the other agent as they shared a cup of coffee. Usually this was his favourite time of the day, one whole hour to himself where he didn't have to worry about paperwork, feeding his charge or the world almost coming to an abrupt end again. At the moment his mind was far from worry free though and it seemed even the large cup of caffeine in his hands couldn't distract him from the problem at hand long enough to relax a little.
"I just don't get, Liz." John said as he twisted his cup of coffee in his hands. "I must have done something wrong if he won't even
talk to me anymore." The agent looked to the female, silently asking for her opinion on the matter. She'd known Hellboy longer than he had so maybe she knew why the demon was so mad at him he ignored him nine out of ten times.
"From what you've told me it would seem that he would have no reason to be mad at you." The fire starter said after she took a sip from her coffee. "But Red thinks in mysterious ways and once he gets something in his head it's nearly impossible to convince him otherwise." She shrugged and took another sip of her coffee as he groaned loudly and covered his eyes with one of his hands.
"In other words I'm screwed." He said, knowing that if even Liz couldn't think of anything no one could, Hellboy was going to ignore him for the rest of his life and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
"Not necessarily." Liz murmured as he lifted his hand from his eyes to give her a hopeful look. Maybe she did know something he could do to earn the demon's forgiveness but just hadn't been sure if he was willing to try it. At this point he was willing to try anything to get back in his charge's good grace.
"What do you mean?" He asked, gripping his rapidly cooling coffee tightly with both hands as he looked at her like she held the knowledge to the end of every big problem the world had ever been met with. War, hunger, global warming and disease mattered little to him now though, all he wanted was a way to fix his crumbling friendship with his childhood hero before it was too late.
"Well, why don't you just ask him what's wrong instead of trying to figure it out for yourself." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world and really it
was, if not for the fact that he had already attempted to talk to the demon with little success.
"I already did but he said I didn't do anything wrong and shouldn't worry about it." Which, obviously, only made him worry more. It was the sort of thing people on those stupid soaps his aunt used to watch always said when they were mad at each other but tried not to let it show, pretending like they were still friends until one of them eventually pulled a gun on the other. He'd seen the damage Hellboy's gun could do and really didn't want to be on the receiving end of it any time soon.
"You give up too easily." Liz continued as she waved off his words like they meant little to her. "When it comes to Red you have to keep bothering him until he gives in and spills the beans, works like a charm every time I try it." The fire starter said as she drained the last of her coffee, his own now cold in his hands and completely untouched though he couldn't care less.
"That'll only make things worse!" He told her as he set the cup of caffeine aside, he wasn't going to drink it anymore so why bother even holding it. "He's already mad enough that he won't even talk to me anymore so who knows what he'll do if I piss him off even more." John said, already thinking the worst as Liz just rolled her eyes at his worries.
"Things can get worse?" The female questioned him with one eyebrow raised and though he wanted to say yes he couldn't think of anything worse than his partner not even acknowledging his existence.
"As you said he's already ignoring you so what else can he do, have you
transferred? I say just go for it and if it doesn't work you could always find another job." Liz shrugged again though this time the action was accompanied by a smirk which got her a very nice glare from the agent. The look faded quickly enough though because as much as he didn't want to admit it Liz had a point, he wasn't some scared little newbie anymore and if he and Hellboy were going to work together they were going to have to talk to each other.
"Very funny. But you're right, I should just confront him and force him to tell me what's wrong." John said as he rose from his chair, eyes set with determination. "If I can talk half a dozen terrorists out of blowing up a building full of hostages I can talk Hellboy into telling me what his problem is." He concluded, confident that he would be able to resolve this clear misunderstanding quickly enough to still have a good ten minutes to himself to fully enjoy a good cup of coffee. Saying goodbye to Liz with a promise to tell her how things went John quickly made his way to the demon's room.
After barely a two minute walk he stood before the giant vault like door leading to his charge, taking a moment to gather his courage and get his thoughts in order by taking a deep breath before slowly opening the door. The barely there sound of the large metal door sliding open followed by the loud noise of multiple television sets gave him a feeling of familiarity that eased his mind, something that made him feel sure he could handle whatever was about to happen in this very room.
That feeling was quickly shattered into a million tiny pieces though. For there, right in front of him was the one sight he did not expect to see when he walked through that door. Hellboy, sitting in his 'TV chair' as he liked to call it, the chair set at such an angle that he could just see the demon's lazy silhouette. The light from the many television sets illuminated the demon's unique frame and physique as well as a red hand slowly moving up and down over an equally red erection.
John stared, wide eyed and unable to look away as his charge jacked off. The demon's eyes were closed and he was panting lightly, his hand stroking undisturbed in a way that said he probably wasn't even aware the agent had entered the room during such a private act. John's mouth felt dry as he just stood there and watched his partner pleasure himself, unsure if he should turn around and walk away or say something to alert the demon to his presence. For some reason both of those options sounded wrong.
A moan slipped past the demon's lips as his hand sped up and John swallowed at the strangely erotic sight. Sure, he had jerked off himself but watching someone else do it was a whole different experience, he could take in every little detail from this distance and though he was sure the blush on his face was never going to fade there was something almost… peaceful about his partner's expression as he simply focussed on bringing himself pleasure.
Stroke after stroke of the demon's hand brought him closer to orgasm and though John felt like quite the voyeur for not looking away he was sure he couldn't pry his eyes away from the sight even if he wanted to.
The next few seconds almost seemed to happen in slow motion as he watched Hellboy's hand coming to an almost abrupt stop as he came, white jets erupting from the tip of his cock as the demon arched his back and threw his head back in pleasure.
All of this happened in the same second and though he wasn't sure what to think about seeing another man climax he was more disturbed by the one word, or rather, name, rolling of the demon's lips as he came.
"
John!" Hellboy screamed his name (
his name!) as he reached the peak of his ecstasy and the agent felt his mouth fall open and his eyes grow even wider than they had already been. Was this why the demon was ignoring him? Because he fantasized about him while jerking off? John didn't know if he should feel flattered or outraged as he could still hear his partner's screams echoing in his head, shock continuing to overload his system as his mouth opened and closed though no sound came forth.
"What?" Was the first word he managed to say as he surprised even himself with the volume at which it was said, Hellboy's eyes instantly flew open at the sound and focussed on him as they stared at each other from across the room. The demon looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he realized that the star from his little fantasy was indeed standing before him.
"… Oh crap." Hellboy said as he let his head fall back again in misery and for some reason John just knew he wouldn't have enough time for a fresh cup of coffee after they were done thoroughly discussing this. Oh crap, indeed.
000 Chicken 000
AN2: This ending, how I hate it but I was tired from work yesterday so this was the best I could do. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to take a quick nap and then get back to studying for test week. (Any of you have the feeling school never ends? Because I totally do right now. Those lucky enough to be finished with school have my respect for actually making it and those of you who are still going through it just remember you are not alone!)
~~~Read long and prosper,
Sabaku No Kel~~~
