Soak Up the Sun
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bifoldingTitle: Soak Up the Sun
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Lockon/Allelujah
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Inspired by the poster (nicely hanging on my bedroom door) of the Meisters in swimsuits. Also the first smutfic I ever wrote, I think.
It starts off like the beginning of some cheesy dime-store romance novel. Allelujah is seated on a beach towel, half laying back with his arms stretched behind him to support his weight. Saltwater drips from olive locks and along tanned skin, small rivers seeming to accentuate each line and curve of muscle. And then, of course, is his choice of swimwear---he wonders not for the first time if the younger Meister just paints his clothing on. He might as well, Lockon notes, even if he himself only needs memory and not imagination to complete the picture in his mind of the little that actually is covered.
His own little Adonis, and he finds that the innocent look on the other's face only makes him more endearing. He doubts that Allelujah even notices what kind of display he is putting on, and Lockon is torn between showing his lover off and shielding him from prying eyes (even if the only other two pairs of eyes are on two of the most asexual beings he has ever met). All he's sure of is that he's finding it a challenge to keep his hands off of the Meister, and he can't even use the excuse of applying sunscreen anymore.
The idea begins to develop in his head during an impromptu game of volleyball with his lover. Allelujah nearly sends the Haro-lookalike beach ball into the water with a hit, and Lockon complaints the whole way through while fetching it (not that he really minds). On the way back, his eyes spot a rocky outcropping around where the river meets the ocean. Large enough for...hm. His sniping skills are mainly delegated to guns, but he thinks that he can manage the accuracy needed for this.
Just as planned, his own next hit sends the ball sailing just over the rocks. Allelujah shoots him a 'You did that on purpose, didn't you' look, and Lockon can only shrug with a faux-innocent grin before the younger Meister turns on his heel and goes to fetch the ball. Lockon waits five, ten, fifteen seconds, before heading after him.
Allelujah has only just picked up the ball when Lockon grabs him by the shoulders, the item falling to the ground as he's pushed up against the outcropping. He can't get more than a surprised sound out of his mouth before it's covered with Lockon's, hands sliding down his sides to grasp at his hips. In between kisses, Allelujah complains that they're barely a few dozen yards away from the others and only separated by a small rock wall, but his words are completely ignored as the sniper keeps shutting him up with his lips and tongue, trailing down to his neck when he's satisfied that the younger man will keep quiet.
He can still taste the salt from the ocean water on the tanned skin as he licks his way down Allelujah's chest, tongue flicking at one of his nipples before moving to give the other the same treatment. The bitten back gasps and groans make Lockon painfully hard, and it's all he can do not to just start touching himself as he drops to his knees in front of the other Meister. Allelujah's erection is straining the tight fabric of his swimsuit, and Lockon's rewarded with a moan as he licks across it. Allelujah is almost at the point of pleading, and while he usually finds it immensely fun to tease his lover, Lockon knows that this isn’t the time or the place for it. He pulls the speedo down to the other's lower thighs, taking a few moments to again to trail his tongue again along the now-exposed hardness, lightly sucking at the head before Allelujah starts to actually beg and he can't help but take mercy.
His mouth moves on Allelujah, lips and teeth and tongue working to elicit as much of a reaction as he can from the other man. Blue-green eyes dart up to look at the other's face, and Lockon smirks around him when he sees Allelujah biting one of his own hands in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. The little groans and trembling of his body every so often encourage the sniper to move faster on him, as he finally gives up the fight and pushes own his own swimming trunks enough to wrap a hand around himself and pump at his own erection. At some point, Allelujah's hands tighten near-painfully into his hair, and he has to use his arm to pin the younger man's hips against the rock behind him so that he isn't choking him with his over enthusiasm.
It doesn't take too long for Allelujah to tumble over the edge, nails digging into Lockon's scalp as he comes hard inside his mouth. Lockon follows after a few more harsh strokes, groaning low in his throat as he spills himself onto the sand. The two remain in their positions for a good minute, harsh breathing the only sound accompanying the ocean waves. Knees still a little weak, Lockon pushes himself up to kiss Allelujah deeply, smiling widely when he pulls away and sees the roll of eyes on his lover's face. He pulls his swimwear back up into place, and Allelujah does the same, fetching the beach ball that had led him there to begin with.
Tieria decides not to bother asking the two why it took fifteen minutes to fetch a ball, or question the sand suddenly caked onto Lockon's lower legs. He turns back to his book, figuring that the cheesy romance in there is far superior to the impatient idiots that are unfortunately his teammates.
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Lockon/Allelujah
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Inspired by the poster (nicely hanging on my bedroom door) of the Meisters in swimsuits. Also the first smutfic I ever wrote, I think.
It starts off like the beginning of some cheesy dime-store romance novel. Allelujah is seated on a beach towel, half laying back with his arms stretched behind him to support his weight. Saltwater drips from olive locks and along tanned skin, small rivers seeming to accentuate each line and curve of muscle. And then, of course, is his choice of swimwear---he wonders not for the first time if the younger Meister just paints his clothing on. He might as well, Lockon notes, even if he himself only needs memory and not imagination to complete the picture in his mind of the little that actually is covered.
His own little Adonis, and he finds that the innocent look on the other's face only makes him more endearing. He doubts that Allelujah even notices what kind of display he is putting on, and Lockon is torn between showing his lover off and shielding him from prying eyes (even if the only other two pairs of eyes are on two of the most asexual beings he has ever met). All he's sure of is that he's finding it a challenge to keep his hands off of the Meister, and he can't even use the excuse of applying sunscreen anymore.
The idea begins to develop in his head during an impromptu game of volleyball with his lover. Allelujah nearly sends the Haro-lookalike beach ball into the water with a hit, and Lockon complaints the whole way through while fetching it (not that he really minds). On the way back, his eyes spot a rocky outcropping around where the river meets the ocean. Large enough for...hm. His sniping skills are mainly delegated to guns, but he thinks that he can manage the accuracy needed for this.
Just as planned, his own next hit sends the ball sailing just over the rocks. Allelujah shoots him a 'You did that on purpose, didn't you' look, and Lockon can only shrug with a faux-innocent grin before the younger Meister turns on his heel and goes to fetch the ball. Lockon waits five, ten, fifteen seconds, before heading after him.
Allelujah has only just picked up the ball when Lockon grabs him by the shoulders, the item falling to the ground as he's pushed up against the outcropping. He can't get more than a surprised sound out of his mouth before it's covered with Lockon's, hands sliding down his sides to grasp at his hips. In between kisses, Allelujah complains that they're barely a few dozen yards away from the others and only separated by a small rock wall, but his words are completely ignored as the sniper keeps shutting him up with his lips and tongue, trailing down to his neck when he's satisfied that the younger man will keep quiet.
He can still taste the salt from the ocean water on the tanned skin as he licks his way down Allelujah's chest, tongue flicking at one of his nipples before moving to give the other the same treatment. The bitten back gasps and groans make Lockon painfully hard, and it's all he can do not to just start touching himself as he drops to his knees in front of the other Meister. Allelujah's erection is straining the tight fabric of his swimsuit, and Lockon's rewarded with a moan as he licks across it. Allelujah is almost at the point of pleading, and while he usually finds it immensely fun to tease his lover, Lockon knows that this isn’t the time or the place for it. He pulls the speedo down to the other's lower thighs, taking a few moments to again to trail his tongue again along the now-exposed hardness, lightly sucking at the head before Allelujah starts to actually beg and he can't help but take mercy.
His mouth moves on Allelujah, lips and teeth and tongue working to elicit as much of a reaction as he can from the other man. Blue-green eyes dart up to look at the other's face, and Lockon smirks around him when he sees Allelujah biting one of his own hands in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. The little groans and trembling of his body every so often encourage the sniper to move faster on him, as he finally gives up the fight and pushes own his own swimming trunks enough to wrap a hand around himself and pump at his own erection. At some point, Allelujah's hands tighten near-painfully into his hair, and he has to use his arm to pin the younger man's hips against the rock behind him so that he isn't choking him with his over enthusiasm.
It doesn't take too long for Allelujah to tumble over the edge, nails digging into Lockon's scalp as he comes hard inside his mouth. Lockon follows after a few more harsh strokes, groaning low in his throat as he spills himself onto the sand. The two remain in their positions for a good minute, harsh breathing the only sound accompanying the ocean waves. Knees still a little weak, Lockon pushes himself up to kiss Allelujah deeply, smiling widely when he pulls away and sees the roll of eyes on his lover's face. He pulls his swimwear back up into place, and Allelujah does the same, fetching the beach ball that had led him there to begin with.
Tieria decides not to bother asking the two why it took fifteen minutes to fetch a ball, or question the sand suddenly caked onto Lockon's lower legs. He turns back to his book, figuring that the cheesy romance in there is far superior to the impatient idiots that are unfortunately his teammates.
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