Giving Love a Name, NC17, David/Timo
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steins_storiesTitle: Giving Love a Name
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
steinsgrrl
Fandom: Panik
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: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Timo learns something new about David, something that changes everything.
Author's Note: Written from a prompt byqfeiss_writes
He’d only come down to offer David a midnight snack, some sustenance, because lately, his friend only seemed to leave the studio to sleep, and he wasn‘t even doing much of that. Timo figured David would work himself to the point of illness to make the new album perfect.
Standing in the doorway, he realized David was working himself, but it had nothing to do with music.
Even with the lights off and David’s chair turned at an angle away from him, Timo could see David’s arm moving slowly up and down, see his friend’s head leaned back, see him biting his lip.
Timo felt blood rushing to his face. He considered coming back later, giving David his privacy, but before he could, his eyes flicked up to the screen David was watching.
His mouth fell open and he nearly dropped the plate he was holding. David was watching him. On that screen were images of Timo. Timo rapping, Timo laughing. Timo whispering in David’s ear. The blood that had rushed to his face now raced to his groin.
Timo had loved David since before he knew what to name it. The boys had spent all their time together, cleaving to each other in the midst of painful childhoods, and when Timo’s love turned to ‘in love’, the progression seemed natural to him.
He’d never told David, though, he’d never wanted to risk what they had in a selfish attempt to turn it into something more. So Timo watched him and took care of him and loved him without giving it a name.
This, however…this changed things.
Timo took a long, quiet breath and looked around for something soft to put the plate on. He didn’t want to startle David and have this go all wrong. He lay the plate on the cushion of an easy-chair and walked carefully behind David’s chair.
Timo’s voice rapped from the speakers, low and gravelly, and paired with the images on the screen, David came undone. He didn’t know whether to watch David’s hand as it gripped his cock tightly, rubbing frantically, or to watch David’s beautiful face as he threw his head back, eyes closed, lips fallen open in the most painful of ecstasies.
It was his face. Timo had pictured David just like that beneath him, squirming and moaning his name, and yet his imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.
Timo moved next to him and bent down, wrapping his hand around the one David was using to work his cock. David jerked, his eyes flew open, and he looked hard into Timo’s brown eyes. All he could have read there is love and desire, and he melted back into his chair, grabbing Timo’s other hand and holding on tightly
David slid his hand from his cock, letting Timo take over stroking him, and David became impossibly harder in his hand.
Timo would have loved to see David’s face when he came, would have loved to watch the intensity in his eyes, but David grabbed Timo’s shirt and pulled him close. He wrapped his arm around Timo’s neck and panted frantic breaths into his friend’s neck. His name rode on those breaths.
“Timo….yesss….”
Timo chanted “Davii” into David’s mussed hair, and David held on tighter, stiffening and then bucking, coming hard into Timo’s fist.
David’s face stayed buried in Timo’s neck as he came down and then even longer, until Timo’s back was starting to hurt from being bent over. He started to stand up.
“David --”
David clung tighter before letting go, and he sat back with his eyes closed. “That was pretty embarrassing.”
Timo knew David was nervous after what they’d just done, and although his back ached, he hovered over David and touched his cheek until his friend opened his eyes slowly. Very tenderly, Timo brushed David’s lips with his own.
“No, that was beautiful,” he breathed into David’s lips, “and thank you for letting me see it.”
David smiled and pulled him closer.
Author:
steinsgrrl Fandom: Panik
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: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Timo learns something new about David, something that changes everything.
Author's Note: Written from a prompt by
qfeiss_writes He’d only come down to offer David a midnight snack, some sustenance, because lately, his friend only seemed to leave the studio to sleep, and he wasn‘t even doing much of that. Timo figured David would work himself to the point of illness to make the new album perfect.
Standing in the doorway, he realized David was working himself, but it had nothing to do with music.
Even with the lights off and David’s chair turned at an angle away from him, Timo could see David’s arm moving slowly up and down, see his friend’s head leaned back, see him biting his lip.
Timo felt blood rushing to his face. He considered coming back later, giving David his privacy, but before he could, his eyes flicked up to the screen David was watching.
His mouth fell open and he nearly dropped the plate he was holding. David was watching him. On that screen were images of Timo. Timo rapping, Timo laughing. Timo whispering in David’s ear. The blood that had rushed to his face now raced to his groin.
Timo had loved David since before he knew what to name it. The boys had spent all their time together, cleaving to each other in the midst of painful childhoods, and when Timo’s love turned to ‘in love’, the progression seemed natural to him.
He’d never told David, though, he’d never wanted to risk what they had in a selfish attempt to turn it into something more. So Timo watched him and took care of him and loved him without giving it a name.
This, however…this changed things.
Timo took a long, quiet breath and looked around for something soft to put the plate on. He didn’t want to startle David and have this go all wrong. He lay the plate on the cushion of an easy-chair and walked carefully behind David’s chair.
Timo’s voice rapped from the speakers, low and gravelly, and paired with the images on the screen, David came undone. He didn’t know whether to watch David’s hand as it gripped his cock tightly, rubbing frantically, or to watch David’s beautiful face as he threw his head back, eyes closed, lips fallen open in the most painful of ecstasies.
It was his face. Timo had pictured David just like that beneath him, squirming and moaning his name, and yet his imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.
Timo moved next to him and bent down, wrapping his hand around the one David was using to work his cock. David jerked, his eyes flew open, and he looked hard into Timo’s brown eyes. All he could have read there is love and desire, and he melted back into his chair, grabbing Timo’s other hand and holding on tightly
David slid his hand from his cock, letting Timo take over stroking him, and David became impossibly harder in his hand.
Timo would have loved to see David’s face when he came, would have loved to watch the intensity in his eyes, but David grabbed Timo’s shirt and pulled him close. He wrapped his arm around Timo’s neck and panted frantic breaths into his friend’s neck. His name rode on those breaths.
“Timo….yesss….”
Timo chanted “Davii” into David’s mussed hair, and David held on tighter, stiffening and then bucking, coming hard into Timo’s fist.
David’s face stayed buried in Timo’s neck as he came down and then even longer, until Timo’s back was starting to hurt from being bent over. He started to stand up.
“David --”
David clung tighter before letting go, and he sat back with his eyes closed. “That was pretty embarrassing.”
Timo knew David was nervous after what they’d just done, and although his back ached, he hovered over David and touched his cheek until his friend opened his eyes slowly. Very tenderly, Timo brushed David’s lips with his own.
“No, that was beautiful,” he breathed into David’s lips, “and thank you for letting me see it.”
David smiled and pulled him closer.
