Title: Sharp Dressed Man
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: Hard R/FRM
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 385
Summary: Kevin likes Javier in uniform, because he likes messing up the clean, pristine lines of it.
Notes: Uniform fic for
starscythe. Because how could I not when there was this
picture?
( Read more... )"You're a horrible person," Javier manages to push out from between clenched teeth. His fingers skitter over loose swinging coats that offer no kind of support for his shaking legs. "Horrible, horri-
Jesus Christ."
He can feel Kevin's amused hum, the curve of his grin against sensitive skin. It's mostly dark in the coat room, only a thin sliver of light shining under the closed door, but when he looks down he can just barely make out Kevin's face. His lips are red, swollen, shiny with a sheen of spit and precome; it's a sharp contrast to the clean, starched lines of his dress uniform, which Javier knows will somehow manage to magically retain its crispness even after being on his knees.
Kevin's tongue flickers out, sweeping over the head of Javier's cock where it's resting against his lower lip. "Yeah," he asks with an arched eyebrow before licking a broad stripe up the underside of his cock. Again, this time with more than a little smugness when Javier's breath comes out in a near whimper, "
Yeah."
The buttons of Javier's jacket are undone--one dangles by barely more than a thread--his tie is askew, and Kevin's hands bunch up the fabric of his pants, ruining them with wrinkles, as he swallows him neatly down.
Kevin likes Javier in uniform, because he likes mussing up every pristine, carefully ironed inch of him, wrecking him physically just as easily as he wrecks him mentally, leaving nothing but a shaking mess where there had been military precision.
He's supposed to be giving the best man's speech in a few minutes and he knows without looking in a mirror that he looks completely debauched, falling apart at his crumpled seams.
Javier's hand hovers over Kevin's head, his fingertips just barely brushing his still perfectly coifed hair. It would be so easy to thread his fingers through the strands and get a little payback. Kevin looks up at him through impossibly long eyelashes, his mouth stretched and bruised, and Javier's hand falls back to his side.
"Yeah," he agrees as Kevin sucks harder, moves faster. His head smacks back against the wall with a thud the coats do little to muffle. "Horrible," he says again and doesn't even try to keep the hoarse awe out of his voice.
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