Moth to the Flame
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Category:
G through L › Jumper
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,596
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Jumper, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Moth to the Flame
Just a little fic in response to a challenge over at JumperSlash, on LJ.
The challenge was:
[There was a pic of Griffin with a flamethrower included.]
"When actual fire is involved, it makes any situation hotter because there's sure to be some hott sweaty bodies afterwards.
Write a comment fic inspired by the pic... and the idea of hot sweaty [possibly naked] Griffin."
Moth to the Flame
David wasn't sure what it was about Griffin and fire, together, that was so... hot. Griffin almost seemed to know what he was thinking, because he was taunting David. Subtly challenging him to do… something. There was no other explanation for his current situation.
Sitting on a low couch in Griffin's latest lair, David was watching the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He was fairly sure that being turned on by a man running his fingers thru the flame of a candle was twisted.
He didn't mind being twisted.
"Griffin... what are you doing?" he managed to choke past the lump in his throat, as he shifted rather awkwardly in his seat.
“I'm waiting," was the other jumper's simple reply. Griffin never took his eyes off the flame, and continued to run his fingers thru it, languid and deliberate. Enthralled.
"What—what are you waiting for?" David asked, voice hoarse.
Silence was his only response. He was unbearably fascinated with the movement of Griffin's hand. Drawn like a moth to the flame, he rose from the couch and walked to Griffin. "Griffin?" he asked again.
This time the other man looked him squarely in the eye, shadows and light playing over the angles of his face, but he still remained silent. David couldn't resist him a moment longer.
Their first kiss was rough and hot, a challenge and a relief at the same time. Fingers that had played with fire only moments before tangled in the hair at the nape of David's neck. ‘Hot,” David thought, ‘He’s so hot.’ Breath mingled, tongues twined, and Griffin nearly consumed him. It seemed to last forever, until they both desperately needed to breathe.
David pulled back and rested his forehead against Griffin's.
"David?" Griffin asked, voice husky and pleading.
"Hmm?" he made an inquiring noise, unable to speak, since his brain was a puddle on the floor.
"How do you feel about hot wax?"
“Wh—what?” he gasped, reeling from the images running thru his mind. Fingers running over scars that had always intrigued him. The hiss of indrawn breath as he dripped wax onto toned abs. A feral grin as Griffin tangled fingers in David’s hair, and moaned, “Again.” Slick, flushed bodies sliding against each other, hands gripping desperately in the throes of passion. He felt all the air flee his lungs and refuse to return, his skin burned and developed goose bumps at the same time. His vision narrowed to include only this one, incredible man. “Fuck.” He whispered, realizing.
It turned him on.
Griffin’s grin in response could only be described with three words: twisted and unbelievably sexy.
That suited David just fine. He was after all, twisted himself. “It sounds… tempting.” His grin in return was equally hot and twisted, before it was wiped off his face with another fierce kiss. This time, hands roamed freely, demolishing buttons and rending cloth with no regard for value, enjoying any incidental scratches. Their hurried stumble to the bed was only enhanced by the interruption caused by David pausing to grab the candle burning merrily on the nearby table. ‘We’re going to need this.’ He thought, and smirked.
OOO
“Griffin?” David murmured, sometime later, as they were snuggled together in the nest of blankets that passed for the other man’s bed.
“Yeah?”
“Earlier… you said you were waiting. What were you waiting for?”
With a growl, Griffin answered, “I was waiting for you, you bloody oblivious bastard!”
Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think.
<3 Sin
The challenge was:
[There was a pic of Griffin with a flamethrower included.]
"When actual fire is involved, it makes any situation hotter because there's sure to be some hott sweaty bodies afterwards.
Write a comment fic inspired by the pic... and the idea of hot sweaty [possibly naked] Griffin."
Moth to the Flame
David wasn't sure what it was about Griffin and fire, together, that was so... hot. Griffin almost seemed to know what he was thinking, because he was taunting David. Subtly challenging him to do… something. There was no other explanation for his current situation.
Sitting on a low couch in Griffin's latest lair, David was watching the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He was fairly sure that being turned on by a man running his fingers thru the flame of a candle was twisted.
He didn't mind being twisted.
"Griffin... what are you doing?" he managed to choke past the lump in his throat, as he shifted rather awkwardly in his seat.
“I'm waiting," was the other jumper's simple reply. Griffin never took his eyes off the flame, and continued to run his fingers thru it, languid and deliberate. Enthralled.
"What—what are you waiting for?" David asked, voice hoarse.
Silence was his only response. He was unbearably fascinated with the movement of Griffin's hand. Drawn like a moth to the flame, he rose from the couch and walked to Griffin. "Griffin?" he asked again.
This time the other man looked him squarely in the eye, shadows and light playing over the angles of his face, but he still remained silent. David couldn't resist him a moment longer.
Their first kiss was rough and hot, a challenge and a relief at the same time. Fingers that had played with fire only moments before tangled in the hair at the nape of David's neck. ‘Hot,” David thought, ‘He’s so hot.’ Breath mingled, tongues twined, and Griffin nearly consumed him. It seemed to last forever, until they both desperately needed to breathe.
David pulled back and rested his forehead against Griffin's.
"David?" Griffin asked, voice husky and pleading.
"Hmm?" he made an inquiring noise, unable to speak, since his brain was a puddle on the floor.
"How do you feel about hot wax?"
“Wh—what?” he gasped, reeling from the images running thru his mind. Fingers running over scars that had always intrigued him. The hiss of indrawn breath as he dripped wax onto toned abs. A feral grin as Griffin tangled fingers in David’s hair, and moaned, “Again.” Slick, flushed bodies sliding against each other, hands gripping desperately in the throes of passion. He felt all the air flee his lungs and refuse to return, his skin burned and developed goose bumps at the same time. His vision narrowed to include only this one, incredible man. “Fuck.” He whispered, realizing.
It turned him on.
Griffin’s grin in response could only be described with three words: twisted and unbelievably sexy.
That suited David just fine. He was after all, twisted himself. “It sounds… tempting.” His grin in return was equally hot and twisted, before it was wiped off his face with another fierce kiss. This time, hands roamed freely, demolishing buttons and rending cloth with no regard for value, enjoying any incidental scratches. Their hurried stumble to the bed was only enhanced by the interruption caused by David pausing to grab the candle burning merrily on the nearby table. ‘We’re going to need this.’ He thought, and smirked.
OOO
“Griffin?” David murmured, sometime later, as they were snuggled together in the nest of blankets that passed for the other man’s bed.
“Yeah?”
“Earlier… you said you were waiting. What were you waiting for?”
With a growl, Griffin answered, “I was waiting for you, you bloody oblivious bastard!”
Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think.
<3 Sin