Locks, R, David/Timo, 1/4
Nov. 24th, 2009 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
steins_storiesTitle: Locks
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
steinsgrrl
Fandom: Panik
Pairing: David/Timo
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: R
Warnings:Adult Content, Underage Erotica
Summary: It was not something they'd ever thought about, the importance of locks. Sometimes the little things are more important than we think.
Author's Note: First part of four. I actually posted this back in March in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
panikslash but somehow never posted it here. This hasn't been forgotten, just other stories took over. It will be finished.
It was not something they’d ever thought about, the importance of locks in their lives.
The first time they’d needed to lock the door had come early, somewhere in the long summer months when they both were eleven.
Timo’s room was hot. The windows were wide open, but the air was still, and the boys had begun to sweat. They hadn’t noticed for the longest time, much too caught up in the games they had spread out on the hard, wood floor.
“Ha!” Timo grinned, pumping his fist as David put a red peg into the last hole at the top of the blue plastic game case in front of him. “I got your last ship!”
David sighed and dug into the bag of chewy cinnamon candies Timo had filched from his little sister‘s sock drawer. He really didn’t like these kinds of games, but sometimes he had to do what Timo wanted to do, too. Now he’d played two of Timo’s games, and even though it should be his turn to pick the game, he really didn’t want to move. He leaned against Timo’s bed, his shirt sticking to his sweaty back.
Timo’s fingers worked quickly, pinching up the last of the little pegs and dropping them into the containers in the sides of the Battleship boards. He snapped the boards closed and stacked them on his bookshelf. The game had been a gift from his grandparents and he was very careful to put it away after each time the boys played.
“Now what do you want to play?” Timo scratched at his the skin where his dark curls clung, wet and itchy against his neck. He sat down by David and crossed his legs in front of him.
David pushed his blonde bangs aside and plucked at the hem of his tee shirt. “I don’t know. I wish you had video games like Lukas at my school.”
“Yeah, me too. I played Sonic at Paul’s birthday party last weekend. It was…” Timo picked at a scab on his elbow, hissing when he pulled too fast and it started to bleed a little. His lips twisted and his eyes welled. “Doesn’t matter. Mom said we can’t afford video games.”
A sharp pang pricked David’s chest at Timo’s whisper and he glanced at his friend. He hated that look on his friend’s face, the look Timo always got when he thought of his mom working so hard and he knew they had to choose between food and something Timo wanted. He didn’t ask his mom for much, but sometimes he wanted to just be a kid and sometimes he just wanted the things other kids got.
Fighting to keep his lips from twitching, David sighed and bumped Timo with his shoulder. “That’s okay, you probably suck at video games anyways.”
Timo’s gasp had David giggling before Timo’s fingers even reached his sides. Before he knew it, he was flat on his back, Timo straddling his hips and tickling him mercilessly.
“What was that you said, Bonk?” David was laughing so hard that he couldn’t breathe and his face scrunched up and grew hotter still.
Timo wriggled as he held down his thrashing friend and attacked the boy’s armpits, squeezing his hands down David’s sides until he was pinching bony hips between his fingers. David squealed and thrust his hips upward in a vain attempt to toss Timo off of him.
Timo wasn’t thrown off, but instead lost his balance, lurching forward and landing hard on David’s chest. Their twin ‘oomph’s puffed in the each other’s ears and Timo pushed himself up with his palms on either side of David’s head.
“Shit Davii, you okay?” Timo’s round eyes searched his friend’s. David stared at him. He stared up at Timo with wide eyes and then looked down where Timo’s crotch covered his own.
Timo looked down their bodies, as well, and in a breath, he knew. He knew what David was looking at, he knew what David felt, because he felt it, too. Timo was hard, and his hardness was pushed right into David’s groin.
He felt his face flame, and his breath grew shallow. Timo wasn’t quite sure what was going on, why he’d gotten hard just tickling David, but he knew that he shouldn’t be doing this; his mom would kill him.
Timo dragged his eyes back to David’s, frightened, for the first time in their friendship, of what he would see there. Would David think he was disgusting? Would David think he was…gay? Timo shuddered.
“I’m…” Muttering, he started to lift his leg to move himself off of David.
“No…wait…” Timo’s leg stopped mid-lift, and David’s hand hovered over his thigh before alighting on the pale blue denim. Just the slightest amount of pressure downward, and Timo settled his knee on the other side of David’s hip again.
David’s hands shook as he slid sweaty palms higher on Timo’s thighs, stopping at the tops where the denim creased in as Timo bent over him. His thumbs pushed in the crease, playing with the folds of fabric and his fingers spayed over Timo’s hips. He couldn’t seem to look away from Timo’s face, flushed and moist above him, his lips parted and his breath coming quicker.
There was a queasiness in his belly that David had never felt before around Timo, and he wasn’t sure what that meant, because they’d had cheese sandwiches for lunch and he’d never gotten sick on cheese sandwiches before, and anyway, this wasn’t the kind of upset stomach that meant he was going to throw up. This was different. This was a little bit scary, because the upset in his stomach seemed to have something to do with the sweat that was pooling on the floor under his back where his shirt had ridden up. It seemed to have something to do with the way it was getting really hot where Timo was sitting, where Timo’s …
He didn’t know why he did it, something just told him that it might feel good if he did, so David grasped Timo’s hips harder and thrust upward. Slowly, carefully, the hardness that had grown in his own jeans dragged against Timo’s pushing down into him, and the sparks that radiated through his groin made him gasp, his eyes growing even wider.
Timo trusted David, he really did. David was the best friend he had, the best he’d ever had, and even though he knew it was completely wrong, this was the best thing he’d ever felt. So he stopped thinking about it being wrong, he stopped thinking about his mom being mad if she found out. Timo simply dropped his head, his breath panting, hot and smelling like cinnamon in David’s face, and rubbed himself down on his friend.
David’s breath was catching on each breath in, and Timo’s thighs began to tremble. David raised his chin.
“Timo, we…”
The door to Timo’s room burst open and Rachel stood panting, one hand on the door handle.
“Timo, mom said we can-” Her voice tapered off as she looked at the two boys, sweaty and writhing, red-faced on the floor. They stilled and held their breath, staring at her with huge eyes.
Rachel cocked her head. “What are you doing?”
Timo scrambled off of David and sat back against the bed. “Nothing! Ever heard of knocking?” He scowled at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Mom said we can go to the pool, I’m supposed to tell you.”
“Fine! Get out!“ Timo pointed at the door.
Rachel looked at David, still lying completely still on the floor, and stuck her tongue out at him, as well. When she got no response, she shrugged and closed the door behind her.
Timo and David looked at each other and began to breathe again.
Author:
steinsgrrlFandom: Panik
Pairing: David/Timo
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: R
Warnings:Adult Content, Underage Erotica
Summary: It was not something they'd ever thought about, the importance of locks. Sometimes the little things are more important than we think.
Author's Note: First part of four. I actually posted this back in March in
panikslash but somehow never posted it here. This hasn't been forgotten, just other stories took over. It will be finished.It was not something they’d ever thought about, the importance of locks in their lives.
The first time they’d needed to lock the door had come early, somewhere in the long summer months when they both were eleven.
Timo’s room was hot. The windows were wide open, but the air was still, and the boys had begun to sweat. They hadn’t noticed for the longest time, much too caught up in the games they had spread out on the hard, wood floor.
“Ha!” Timo grinned, pumping his fist as David put a red peg into the last hole at the top of the blue plastic game case in front of him. “I got your last ship!”
David sighed and dug into the bag of chewy cinnamon candies Timo had filched from his little sister‘s sock drawer. He really didn’t like these kinds of games, but sometimes he had to do what Timo wanted to do, too. Now he’d played two of Timo’s games, and even though it should be his turn to pick the game, he really didn’t want to move. He leaned against Timo’s bed, his shirt sticking to his sweaty back.
Timo’s fingers worked quickly, pinching up the last of the little pegs and dropping them into the containers in the sides of the Battleship boards. He snapped the boards closed and stacked them on his bookshelf. The game had been a gift from his grandparents and he was very careful to put it away after each time the boys played.
“Now what do you want to play?” Timo scratched at his the skin where his dark curls clung, wet and itchy against his neck. He sat down by David and crossed his legs in front of him.
David pushed his blonde bangs aside and plucked at the hem of his tee shirt. “I don’t know. I wish you had video games like Lukas at my school.”
“Yeah, me too. I played Sonic at Paul’s birthday party last weekend. It was…” Timo picked at a scab on his elbow, hissing when he pulled too fast and it started to bleed a little. His lips twisted and his eyes welled. “Doesn’t matter. Mom said we can’t afford video games.”
A sharp pang pricked David’s chest at Timo’s whisper and he glanced at his friend. He hated that look on his friend’s face, the look Timo always got when he thought of his mom working so hard and he knew they had to choose between food and something Timo wanted. He didn’t ask his mom for much, but sometimes he wanted to just be a kid and sometimes he just wanted the things other kids got.
Fighting to keep his lips from twitching, David sighed and bumped Timo with his shoulder. “That’s okay, you probably suck at video games anyways.”
Timo’s gasp had David giggling before Timo’s fingers even reached his sides. Before he knew it, he was flat on his back, Timo straddling his hips and tickling him mercilessly.
“What was that you said, Bonk?” David was laughing so hard that he couldn’t breathe and his face scrunched up and grew hotter still.
Timo wriggled as he held down his thrashing friend and attacked the boy’s armpits, squeezing his hands down David’s sides until he was pinching bony hips between his fingers. David squealed and thrust his hips upward in a vain attempt to toss Timo off of him.
Timo wasn’t thrown off, but instead lost his balance, lurching forward and landing hard on David’s chest. Their twin ‘oomph’s puffed in the each other’s ears and Timo pushed himself up with his palms on either side of David’s head.
“Shit Davii, you okay?” Timo’s round eyes searched his friend’s. David stared at him. He stared up at Timo with wide eyes and then looked down where Timo’s crotch covered his own.
Timo looked down their bodies, as well, and in a breath, he knew. He knew what David was looking at, he knew what David felt, because he felt it, too. Timo was hard, and his hardness was pushed right into David’s groin.
He felt his face flame, and his breath grew shallow. Timo wasn’t quite sure what was going on, why he’d gotten hard just tickling David, but he knew that he shouldn’t be doing this; his mom would kill him.
Timo dragged his eyes back to David’s, frightened, for the first time in their friendship, of what he would see there. Would David think he was disgusting? Would David think he was…gay? Timo shuddered.
“I’m…” Muttering, he started to lift his leg to move himself off of David.
“No…wait…” Timo’s leg stopped mid-lift, and David’s hand hovered over his thigh before alighting on the pale blue denim. Just the slightest amount of pressure downward, and Timo settled his knee on the other side of David’s hip again.
David’s hands shook as he slid sweaty palms higher on Timo’s thighs, stopping at the tops where the denim creased in as Timo bent over him. His thumbs pushed in the crease, playing with the folds of fabric and his fingers spayed over Timo’s hips. He couldn’t seem to look away from Timo’s face, flushed and moist above him, his lips parted and his breath coming quicker.
There was a queasiness in his belly that David had never felt before around Timo, and he wasn’t sure what that meant, because they’d had cheese sandwiches for lunch and he’d never gotten sick on cheese sandwiches before, and anyway, this wasn’t the kind of upset stomach that meant he was going to throw up. This was different. This was a little bit scary, because the upset in his stomach seemed to have something to do with the sweat that was pooling on the floor under his back where his shirt had ridden up. It seemed to have something to do with the way it was getting really hot where Timo was sitting, where Timo’s …
He didn’t know why he did it, something just told him that it might feel good if he did, so David grasped Timo’s hips harder and thrust upward. Slowly, carefully, the hardness that had grown in his own jeans dragged against Timo’s pushing down into him, and the sparks that radiated through his groin made him gasp, his eyes growing even wider.
Timo trusted David, he really did. David was the best friend he had, the best he’d ever had, and even though he knew it was completely wrong, this was the best thing he’d ever felt. So he stopped thinking about it being wrong, he stopped thinking about his mom being mad if she found out. Timo simply dropped his head, his breath panting, hot and smelling like cinnamon in David’s face, and rubbed himself down on his friend.
David’s breath was catching on each breath in, and Timo’s thighs began to tremble. David raised his chin.
“Timo, we…”
The door to Timo’s room burst open and Rachel stood panting, one hand on the door handle.
“Timo, mom said we can-” Her voice tapered off as she looked at the two boys, sweaty and writhing, red-faced on the floor. They stilled and held their breath, staring at her with huge eyes.
Rachel cocked her head. “What are you doing?”
Timo scrambled off of David and sat back against the bed. “Nothing! Ever heard of knocking?” He scowled at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Mom said we can go to the pool, I’m supposed to tell you.”
“Fine! Get out!“ Timo pointed at the door.
Rachel looked at David, still lying completely still on the floor, and stuck her tongue out at him, as well. When she got no response, she shrugged and closed the door behind her.
Timo and David looked at each other and began to breathe again.
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Date: 2009-11-24 06:32 pm (UTC)I don't believe I've read this before. I always miss the good ones.
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Date: 2009-11-24 07:07 pm (UTC)Yeah, I have no idea why I only posted it there. It's not in the archive, either, which I will fix when I get home.
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Date: 2009-11-24 07:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-11-24 07:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. <3
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Date: 2009-12-26 04:20 am (UTC)He hated that look on his friend’s face, the look Timo always got when he thought of his mom working so hard and he knew they had to choose between food and something Timo wanted. He didn’t ask his mom for much, but sometimes he wanted to just be a kid and sometimes he just wanted the things other kids got. Broke my HEART.
But that description of what it feels like to look at someone that you really like - brilliant. Totally spot on!
ALSO. CAN I PLEASE HAVE THE REST OF THIS FIC? PLEASE?
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Date: 2009-12-26 04:39 am (UTC)Thank you for this! I love this story and I definitely plan on finishing it. So yes, you can! Um...sometime... ;p
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Date: 2010-04-06 07:11 pm (UTC)You've got a wonderful writing style and you can describe the atmosphere between these two perfectly.
Nothing is more embarrassing than a family member caught you by doing something intimate.
It's the first story I've read from you and I very delighted ^^.
Cheers for this one.
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Date: 2010-04-07 12:36 am (UTC)