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DESENSITIZATION THERAPY
Fandom: Fringe
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and aren't making any money off 'em. More's the pity.
Notes: For 'rith.
They said the regenerated skin might take a little while to get used to, but they didn’t go into details and Lee pretty much didn’t care. He was just glad to have nerve endings again.
It took him a day, after the first complete treatment, when the new skin was stable, for him to realize what the docs had meant. His skin was impossibly sensitive, transforming his entire body into one gigantic erogenous zone.
The nurses were professional enough to ignore Lee’s constant boner. Charlie? Not so much.
“Happy to see me?” Charlie had asked in his usual deadpan voice, but his dark eyes were alight with mischief.
Lee was lying in the hospital bed, wearing just a flimsy disposable gown and a bedsheet. It really wasn’t fair. Not fair at all.
“How’s work?” Lee asked, trying to steer the conversation away from himself.
It didn’t do any good. “Not as interesting as that,” said Charlie, nodding at the bulging bedsheet.
Lee, to his utter mortification, had blushed. Charlie had grinned, stood, and absently pulled the sheet down. Before Lee could protest, or even really register what the other man was doing, Charlie had snaked his hand under the gown and wrapped his fingers around Lee’s erection.
Lee had gasped and arched up, swearing. “Fuck!”
Charlie had grinned, but there was a look in his eye. Something dark and primal. His answering smile was predatory. “Maybe later.”
Then he began to jerk Charlie’s cock, slow and steady. It was very serviceable, as handjobs went, nothing really to write home about. But with his new skin, Charlie’s ministrations pretty much reduced Lee to a whimpering puddle.
Things only got more intense when Charlie pushed the gown up, until it was bunched beneath Lee’s armpits. He leaned in and absently latched onto one of Charlie’s nipples. His tongue was fiendishly nimble, his teeth scraping the super-sensitive nubbin of flesh.
The only way Charlie kept from screaming, was by cramming his fist into his mouth. He couldn’t do a damn thing to prevent the orgasm that swept over him, which made him splay his toes so wide that he thought he might have dislocated a couple of them.
Afterwards, he watched Charlie remove his hand and tug the gown back into place. The other man even pulled the bed sheet back into place. Then, sitting, he licked Lee’s sperm from his hand.
Lee stared at him. “What the fuck was that?”
Charlie just grinned. “Desensitization therapy.”
Fandom: Fringe
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and aren't making any money off 'em. More's the pity.
Notes: For 'rith.
They said the regenerated skin might take a little while to get used to, but they didn’t go into details and Lee pretty much didn’t care. He was just glad to have nerve endings again.
It took him a day, after the first complete treatment, when the new skin was stable, for him to realize what the docs had meant. His skin was impossibly sensitive, transforming his entire body into one gigantic erogenous zone.
The nurses were professional enough to ignore Lee’s constant boner. Charlie? Not so much.
“Happy to see me?” Charlie had asked in his usual deadpan voice, but his dark eyes were alight with mischief.
Lee was lying in the hospital bed, wearing just a flimsy disposable gown and a bedsheet. It really wasn’t fair. Not fair at all.
“How’s work?” Lee asked, trying to steer the conversation away from himself.
It didn’t do any good. “Not as interesting as that,” said Charlie, nodding at the bulging bedsheet.
Lee, to his utter mortification, had blushed. Charlie had grinned, stood, and absently pulled the sheet down. Before Lee could protest, or even really register what the other man was doing, Charlie had snaked his hand under the gown and wrapped his fingers around Lee’s erection.
Lee had gasped and arched up, swearing. “Fuck!”
Charlie had grinned, but there was a look in his eye. Something dark and primal. His answering smile was predatory. “Maybe later.”
Then he began to jerk Charlie’s cock, slow and steady. It was very serviceable, as handjobs went, nothing really to write home about. But with his new skin, Charlie’s ministrations pretty much reduced Lee to a whimpering puddle.
Things only got more intense when Charlie pushed the gown up, until it was bunched beneath Lee’s armpits. He leaned in and absently latched onto one of Charlie’s nipples. His tongue was fiendishly nimble, his teeth scraping the super-sensitive nubbin of flesh.
The only way Charlie kept from screaming, was by cramming his fist into his mouth. He couldn’t do a damn thing to prevent the orgasm that swept over him, which made him splay his toes so wide that he thought he might have dislocated a couple of them.
Afterwards, he watched Charlie remove his hand and tug the gown back into place. The other man even pulled the bed sheet back into place. Then, sitting, he licked Lee’s sperm from his hand.
Lee stared at him. “What the fuck was that?”
Charlie just grinned. “Desensitization therapy.”
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Date: 2011-04-16 10:01 pm (UTC)From:mmm, Charlie/Lincoln. Thank you sir, may I have another?
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