[C] looking for a good time

He'd never hold Ian to that comment but it was fun to tease him about it.

Looking down at the creature in his lap had a fond smile gracing his lips.

Now that Ian had tired himself out with struggling he took the opportunity to pet the bilby, stroking his fingers through that dense patch a fur between his long ears, he remembered this being one of Ian's favourite spots to get pet.

"Remember the time I shifted you in the backroom downstairs?"

Ian had gotten mad at him and stormed out of the room in bilby form, it panicked everyone in the bar who thought he was a giant rat. Ian had come scurrying nback really quickly after someone had tried to hit him with a broom. The memory of it made him laugh.

Ian melted into a puddle of soft fur when he was pet just right. 


Doc's reminiscence had a much more recent memory pulled to the surface for Ian.

When he had returned Doc's cigarette case to him. Just a few months ago. Doc had forced a shift then, and the two of them had napped together there.

He relaxed further, dark eyes falling shut.

He'd chew Doc's smug face off in a little bit. He was being pet just right, and that was too good to pass up.

Deacon's lips kicked up into a soft smile as he watch Ian melt beneath his fingers.

He'd missed this, just having the man around all the time and messing about with him.

These simple moments that he had taken for granted so badly a few years ago.

His fingers continued to run through the soft fur slowly, stroking Ian's large ears.

One ear flicked when Doc's finger brushed over a too-sensitive patch, and he shifted onto his back, pressing the back of his head into the Warlock's thigh to stop him from petting the back of his head, and his ears. The movement had his ears splayed out around his cute face at a funny angle.

His eyes cracked open and he glared up at Doc again, huffing in the same body-jerking way he had a few minutes ago.

He attempted to ground himself, and pull himself back into his human body.

Deacon froze when Ian glared up at him, he was going to be in big trouble when the man shifted back.

As a rule into himself Deacon would never force Ian to stay in this form, he'd trigger his transformation but never force him to stay in it.

In his mind it was as the same as caging someone without their consent, he'd never do that to the man.

He shifted back, naked as the day he was born, sat in the cradle of Doc's legs. His hand immediately went up to rub the side of his head. "My ears feel fucking weird now," he complained, eyes squeezed shut.

Then the situation hit him. His blue eyes blinked open, and flashed up to Doc.

He was sat completely naked in his lap, and Doc was waiting for some form of revenge.

He grinned. "Hi."

Deacon had to admit to himself that in any other situation he would be enjoying having a naked Ian in his lap but the situation being as it was he was worried.

When his eyes met Ian's he gave an involuntary flinch.

"Hi," he offered up with a little smirk.

Ah, that flinch was blissful.

Ian stretched out, laying back comfortably, arms crossing to cushion the back of his head.

His grin widened.

"You got me to stop throwing pretzels at you. Congrats."

That grin worried him more than anything, he hoped that the events of this evening would mean he would get a tiny bit of sympathy from the man, maybe he would go lightly on him.

"Sure did, so now that's over I'll just go back to my seat."

He replied, trying to wiggle his way out from beneath the man, when it came to physical strength Ian had him beat hands down.

"M-mm, no you won't."

He braced one foot against the couch, using that to press hims backside firmly into Doc's lap, keeping him pinned in place.

"You're gonna stay right here."

Deacon grunted as he was crushed by Ian's backside, pinning him against the couch, there wasn't anyway he would be leaving his position until Ian allowed him to leave, that much was obvious.

The Scott's tongue lapped out over his lower lip, though he should be more concerned about his future well-being his mind was wandering over the fact that the only separating his and Ian's bodies was the fabric of his own underwear.

He was becoming painfully aware that he had no idea what to do with his hands, opting the grip the couch cushion either side of him.

"I'm sure you'd be more comfortable sitting on the couch instead of on me."

"Possibly."

His blue eyes glowed with mirth. "But I'm sure I'm more comfortable laying here like this than being carried around by the scruff of my neck." Being carried around like that wasn't comfortable. It shifted his skin around his body and pulled it almost painfully taut in some place.

"And," he continued on, playfully exasperated. "My ears still feel funny. I know I've banned you from petting my ears before."

Deacon snorted a laugh "I barely even held you for that long," this time at least.

Deacon's eyes trailed up the man's body, resting on that spot that was so fun to tease, on his neck right below his ears.

He had been banned from touching the man's ears, they were overly sensitive and touching them always evoked a response.

Still on the odd occasion that he did get to get near them his naughty little apology was always the same.

By force of habit he leaned up, capturing one of Ian's ear lobes in his mouth. Sucking on it softly before dragging it through his teeth, he lapped his tongue over the tender skin, knowing by now it was probably pink with Ian blushing.

"Bullshi-IT."

He gasped sharply when his earlobe was sucked, his whole body - whole body - twitching a little as teeth ran over it.

He felt a flush over his skin and a heat roiling under it.

"Fuck," he breathed out in an unsteady breath.

Deacon's gaze darkened with lust as Ian's body reacted exactly as he knew it would, as it always had in their four years together.

He felt his heart beating faster in excitement as he drew it in his mouth again, giving it a long suck before flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

His breath swept over the damp skin as his hands found their way to Ian's waist.

Deacon knew he wasn't meant to be touching him, that their time together was over but he couldn't help himself craving that nostalgic desire.

He groaned, a deep husky sound, when his ear was drawn in for more torture.

The hand on his waist wasn't right. His hand snapped up, gripping Doc's wrist firmly and moving it away.

He guided Doc's hand downwards, over his hip until he felt those cold fingers brush against his hardening cock. "Beat it," he ordered in a thick growling voice.

When Ian's hand snapped up to grasp his own with such force Deacon froze, his heart sinking with every inch it was moved away.

He had read the situation wrong, he had over stepped this invisible boundary that had been erected around them, distancing them from each other. That thought had a lump forming in his throat.

It wasn't until he felt the other man's hardening member brush against his fingers that he felt himself breathe again, breathing a sigh of relief in against his ear.

Obediently he wrapped his fingers around the man, gripping him firmly as he began to pump. His fingers traced the underside of Ian's cock, he remembered every groove of his flesh and every sensitive spot.

Leaning up his tongue laved over the shell of Ian's ear, giving the lobe a tug as he pressed himself closer to the Shifter.

Another shuddering breath came from the Shifter when Doc's gentle brush of fingers became firm, and his ear was teased again.

His grip relaxed on Doc's wrist, but sat in place, feeling the rhythmic movements of his hand. The other slid up his back, and tangled in his hair. He gave it a little jerk, pulling Doc from his ear before it became too over-sensitive.

"Lost your touch?" he goaded.

His lips kicked up into a small smile as Ian tried to taunt him.
"Just savoring it, don't want you coming too quickly."

He was worried that once Ian's mind had calmed down from his pent up desire that he would come to regret this and they would go back to barely being friends.

Still, he didn't want Ian to regret it because the man didn't think he was a good lover any more.

As such Deacon leaned into the grip on his hair, pressing a kiss to Ian's shoulder as he focused on his hand.

He gripped Ian's shaft firmly, running his hand down the man's entire length with each stroke, tightening his grip around his head, his thumb brushing over and pressing down on his tip teasingly.

"I don't know whether you're that over-confident, or whether you think I've been a sexless nun."

It had been a while since he'd been with someone else, but a two minute handjob was beneath even him.

Even if Doc's hand was feeling mighty good right now...

"Up," he ordered. He pulled back, dragging himself off Doc's lap and shifting to the side so he could melt back into the couch again.

He patted one bare thigh in invitation.

"I just know where you like it."

He doubted that Ian had been with anyone else long enough for them to intimately know all his favourite places and how to tease them.

When Ian sat back on the couch Deacon got to his feet, at the invitation his eyes descended onto Ian's lap, where is cock stood proudly.

His tongue lapped over his lower lip, he had been picturing this scene since the man walked out.

At the order he knelt down on the couch, perching his body in Ian's lap.

"I've missed this..."

He purred, his fingers stroking over the broad chest in front of him, nothing turned him on more than the firm tone in Ian's voice when he was ordered around.

He watched Doc watch him with fire in his eyes, and licked his lips in almost the exact same movement as Dea as the Warlock straddled his lap.

"No, do it again. Slower and with less clothes."

He gave Dea's thigh a firm spank, then leaned back, lounging as he waited for Dea to do as he was told.

He licked his lips again as he eyed the Warlock slowly and purposefully.

Deacon smirked as his thigh was struck, moving back to stand, his fingers hooking into his underwear.

Slowly he traced the elastic of the band, dragging it downward at a painful pace, exposing the small trail of hair that led down his pelvis.

Lifting the fabric over the growing bulge beneath them he set his cock free, clearly affected by Ian's own excitement.

He let the fabric go, letting it skim down his thighs before pooling at his feet. His body was as it always had been, his pale skin pulled over lean muscle, runes gracing each side of his body as a mop of bright orange hair tumbled over his shoulders, the tips of it gently brushing the center of his back.

Deacon placed his hands on either of the couch behind Ian's head, slowly and purposely sliding his legs on either side of the man, letting them brush against the outside of his thighs as he sat down. His cock pressed against Ian's as his stormy eyes peeked out from behind his fringe.

As his gaze met Ian's his lips kicked up at the corners, he never knew how such an icy colour of blue could hold so much heat.

A dark brow arched when Dea chose now to play the tease.

He laid there, looking wholly unaffected besides the heat that he couldn't hide in his eyes, and the cock that laid heavy against his stomach.

When Dea settled in his lap, his hand smoothed up his thigh, then let his hand crack firmly against it, leaving a nice hand shape on his easy-to-mark skin.

"You think you're such a good little tease, don't you?"

He stroked the raised, red patch of skin gently, and raised his other hand up, skimming it over the Scot's stomach, purposefully grazing a knuckle against a nipple, then stroking up his neck. Then two fingers pressed to the Warlock's lower lip.

"You know where these are going."

Deacon cried out a groan as his thigh was struck, his body jerking forward, pressing closer to the man.

"Just a little bit of payback."

He purred darkly, Ian had made him wait three long years to feel his touch again, almost longer than they had actually been together.

His thigh gave a soft shiver has a hand stroked over the stinging flesh, his pale skin bruised easily, that was going to leave a mark.

As the fingers grazed his lips he nipped the tips of them before drawing them into his mouth, giving them a suck as his tongue laved over them.

He did know exactly where those were going, the thought along made his cock twitch in excitement as he ground forward against Ian with a purr.