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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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2,777
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4
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Lunch Break
Title: Lunch Break
Author: scots_rock
Fandom: NUMB3RS RPS
Pairing: Rob Morrow/David Krumholtz
Summary: Rob isn’t in the mood for turkey sandwich, but he hungers for David.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 307
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction. No profit is made. Entertainment only.
Feedback: Always a pleasure.
Author's Notes: My muse took a baseball bat and punched me with it. Several times. It hurt. But I think it was worth it after all. This picture inspired me. You think headache? I think something else. My first RPS concerning this fandom. Be nice. Pretty please?
“Rob! Please...”
It is a breath, a pant, it is more an incoherent muttering than a statement. David’s hand goes to his forehead, feeling the sweat there. He moistens his lips by flipping shortly his tongue over them. In search of something to hold on to he seizes the blackboard, digging his fingernails into it. Broad daylight. Lunch break. Everyone is down in the hall eating and chatting happily.
“Please what, David?”, Rob teases, his hands rummaging over David’s stomach and chest while his tongue, after being used to ask a question, returns to sliding up and down David’s exposed cock.
“Please...stop...someone might...”
He never will finish this sentence for suddenly his cock is wrapped inside the warmth of Rob’s mouth. The sucking and licking speeds up David’s breath rhythm a bit. His hand finds its way into Rob’s hair pulling slightly on them and directing his lover’s head.
“Oh God...Rob...”
His head and body fall forwards, David’s moist and warm pants hitting Rob’s forehead. He suppresses the urge to thrust into Rob’s slick and hot mouth, instead he tightens his grip on Rob’s hair. Rob places one hand on David’s hip keeping him in position and giving him also some support. David shuts his eyes tightly feeling the climax approaching. Then everything explodes in white light as he is shooting his release into Rob’s mouth who is swallowing it greedily. David’s cock slips from Rob’s lips who licks it clean first before allowing to collapse his lover onto his knees.
David’s arms sling around Rob’s body while panting heavily. Rob pats David’s spine soothingly, kissing his neck and jaw.
“Mmmhhh...You taste so much better than turkey sandwich.”, Rob purrs into David’s ear which sends shivers down his spine.
“So...Does this mean you will never eat again?”, David asks, a grin spreading across his face.
“We’ll see.”
Author: scots_rock
Fandom: NUMB3RS RPS
Pairing: Rob Morrow/David Krumholtz
Summary: Rob isn’t in the mood for turkey sandwich, but he hungers for David.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 307
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction. No profit is made. Entertainment only.
Feedback: Always a pleasure.
Author's Notes: My muse took a baseball bat and punched me with it. Several times. It hurt. But I think it was worth it after all. This picture inspired me. You think headache? I think something else. My first RPS concerning this fandom. Be nice. Pretty please?
“Rob! Please...”
It is a breath, a pant, it is more an incoherent muttering than a statement. David’s hand goes to his forehead, feeling the sweat there. He moistens his lips by flipping shortly his tongue over them. In search of something to hold on to he seizes the blackboard, digging his fingernails into it. Broad daylight. Lunch break. Everyone is down in the hall eating and chatting happily.
“Please what, David?”, Rob teases, his hands rummaging over David’s stomach and chest while his tongue, after being used to ask a question, returns to sliding up and down David’s exposed cock.
“Please...stop...someone might...”
He never will finish this sentence for suddenly his cock is wrapped inside the warmth of Rob’s mouth. The sucking and licking speeds up David’s breath rhythm a bit. His hand finds its way into Rob’s hair pulling slightly on them and directing his lover’s head.
“Oh God...Rob...”
His head and body fall forwards, David’s moist and warm pants hitting Rob’s forehead. He suppresses the urge to thrust into Rob’s slick and hot mouth, instead he tightens his grip on Rob’s hair. Rob places one hand on David’s hip keeping him in position and giving him also some support. David shuts his eyes tightly feeling the climax approaching. Then everything explodes in white light as he is shooting his release into Rob’s mouth who is swallowing it greedily. David’s cock slips from Rob’s lips who licks it clean first before allowing to collapse his lover onto his knees.
David’s arms sling around Rob’s body while panting heavily. Rob pats David’s spine soothingly, kissing his neck and jaw.
“Mmmhhh...You taste so much better than turkey sandwich.”, Rob purrs into David’s ear which sends shivers down his spine.
“So...Does this mean you will never eat again?”, David asks, a grin spreading across his face.
“We’ll see.”