#chainshipping fics

“Not to rush you,” Lawrence said, breathing fast, “But I do have work at some point today.”

“You start at midday.” Adam rubbed his nose against the soft hair on Lawrence’s belly. “We have time.”

He’d tugged Lawrence’s pyjama pants down underneath his hips, but Lawrence’s cock was tenting the fabric, eager to get a warm mouth wrapped around it. It hadn’t got the memo that Adam was busy with other parts of Lawrence’s body, his pyjama shirt unbuttoned to reveal the swell of middle-aged tits, stomach bruised under the attention.

“I need to shower, shave-“

“Don’t shave,” Adam begged, raising his head. “Stubble’s hot.”

“You know I’m only allowed a clean face or a full beard.” Lawrence tugged at Adam’s curls, soft from being washed the night before. “You’ve read the rulebook.”

“Rulebook sucks,” Adam muttered. “You should be allowed to have stubble.”

He buried his face back in Lawrence’s stomach, pressing sloppy kisses and sucking at the skin. Lawrence’s cock twitched at the attention, and he tried to lift his good leg to encourage Adam to move that talented mouth elsewhere.

“What are you so wide for?” Adam grumbled. “Ridiculous. Driving me insane.”

“My primary care physician would like to have a word with you,” Lawrence replied. “He thinks I need to go on more walks and eat better.”

“Fuck him,” Adam said. “I think you’re hot.”

He squeezed Lawrence’s stomach with both hands, palming the skin. Lawrence couldn’t help but shiver at the look of lust on Adam’s face, the way he was staring down at Lawrence’s body like he was seconds away from rutting his cock against Lawrence’s belly like a dog in heat. Lawrence felt his face go pink at the image, the idea of Adam’s cum spilt white on his stomach.

“What?” Adam said. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Lawrence’s pyjamas and dragged them agonisingly slowly over Lawrence’s cock, smirking when it sprung out, the head flushed.

“Nothing,” Lawrence said, palming his cock with a groan. “Just please, put your mouth on me.”

“You’re pretty when you beg, Doctor Gordon,” Adam said, and groped a healthy handful of Lawrence’s chest.

“You’re pretty on your knees,” Lawrence said stupidly, and Adam tilted his head. “I mean – I meant-”

“I know what you meant,” Adam said slyly, hand sliding down to paw at Lawrence’s stomach again. “But just for that, you’re going to have to wait.”

Lawrence dropped his head against the pillows, groaning with displeasure. Adam only laughed, and jiggled Lawrence’s belly with the sick satisfaction of a man who knew he’d won. Lawrence felt like a piece of meat being massaged for cooking. 

“I hate you.” Lawrence murmured, wondering if he’d ever get to work on time. Maybe he’d have to take Fridays off from now on, if Adam was going to act like this.

“I know.” Adam commiserated, and dropped his head to suck a hickey in the sensitive spot underneath Lawrence’s navel, which made his cock drool against the side of Adam’s face. “I love you too.”