Touch

Title: Touch

Author: Raven Blackwing (raven.blackwing09@googlemail.com)

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: I don’t know them. No-one belongs to me and this never happened, as far as I know. Unless you count in my head lol. No offence is meant.

Special Warnings: PWP (ok slight plot, tiny, hardly worth mentioning really). Slash. Wankfic

Beta: Dark Comtessa, Vesta and IgnobleBard

Cast: ?/?

Author’s Note: Weirdly this little funfest came to me while listening to Our Farewell by Within Temptation. Yeah I know, I don’t get it either. First slash fic, so be gentle.
This was also supposed to be a one off shower scene, seems the guys had other ideas.

Summary: Someone indulges in a little self-love and finds more than he bargained for.

Dedications: To Vesta and Jamie (you know why), and Tessa, for being there. Thanks guys, I love you.

Touch

Chapter One

He sat with his back against the wall, arms resting on bent knees. A half smoked cigarette dangled between his lax fingers. Although his eyes were closed, he knew when someone walked into the room.

‘We’re heading back to the hotel, have a drink. You coming?’

He opened his eyes and looked at his friend.

‘Nah, gonna chill here for a while.’

‘Ok, see you later then.’

His friend shrugged and left the room.

Closing his eyes again, he leaned his head back against the wall and tried to relax. Images from the concert flashed through his mind and his lips curved into a small smile as he recalled the crowd’s reaction.

The smile grew as he saw his friends in his mind’s eye, bounding across the stage.

His eyes flew open as another image invaded. Sitting up straighter, he stubbed the cigarette out in agitation and ran his fingers through his hair.

Unable to sit still any longer, he rose and started to pace the length of the room. Why did that face haunt him? The memory of those taut, toned arms, tight muscle and sinew, flexing and rippling as they moved, tormented him.

The sight of slender hands, gripping tightly, flashed before him and he slumped against the wall, groaning as his traitorous body reacted.

Rubbing his hands harshly against the material covering his thighs, he tried to will the images away, but the floodgates had opened and he thumped his head back against the wall as his body tightened further.

The ache intensified as his fingers accidentally brushed against his hardness, sending shockwaves though his body.

Swearing violently, he flung himself from the wall and almost ran to the shower room. He had to get control back.

Flinging the door open, he barrelled through and immediately turned the shower on to the coldest setting before stripping off his clothes.

He whipped his top over his head and flung it across the room. Reaching for his zip, he hissed softly as it whispered against his bare skin. He sighed as it finally opened, releasing some of the pressure against his hardness. He removed his boots and tugged his pants off.

Flinging them over to join his shirt he stepped into the shower, and yelped, when the icy spray stung his skin. The cold caused his nipples to harden instantly creating a tugging sensation in his groin. He sighed again. This was not having the effect he wanted. Instead he found himself wishing a certain someone were there with him to shelter him from the cold water and help him warm up.

Leaning his head against the shower wall, he groaned in frustration. Making the decision, he reached over and flipped the dial round to hot. If this was the way it had to be then at least he could be comfortable instead of feeling so cold his bones ached.

As the water heated, he closed his eyes and gave his mind free rein. Immediately his friend’s face appeared. He whimpered as his body reacted strongly to the image and he placed one hand hesitantly on his chest.

Gliding over slick skin, his fingertips softly stroked one puckered nipple. His back arched slightly as shocks ran through him, before settling in a tight coil low in his belly.

Turning round, he leaned back against the cool tiles, spreading his legs slightly to brace himself.

One hand rested against his thigh while the other slowly drifted lower. Muscles clenched as his fingers trailed lightly over his abdomen. When he reached the crisp hair at the base of his shaft he paused with his hand splayed against his skin, chest heaving as he panted harshly.

This was already feeling too good. He needed to slow down a bit.

Once he felt he had a little more control, he leisurely reached down and cupped himself, squeezing softly. A soft moan escaped his lips as he stroked his fingertips up the underside of his shaft

He shuddered as his thumb flicked over the head. Closing his hand round his length he started stroking with slow easy movements, all the while imagining someone else to be the one touching him.

His other hand clenched spasmodically against his thigh as the pleasure built inside him. The warmth of the water led to thoughts of someone’s mouth engulfing him and his stroking started to gather speed.

As he slid his free hand up over his stomach to his chest, his questing fingers found a tight nub and pinched gently, imitating the moves he could see in his mind. He groaned and arched his back against the wall as the sensations shot through him, causing his shaft to throb in his hand.

He tightened his grip and increased the pressure even more as he sought release. The ache was now almost unbearable.

He saw the face clearly in his mind and he screamed his name as he came. Hot liquid flowed over his fingers before being washed away by the continuous spray.

Collapsing back against the wall he gasped for air, the force of his release leaving him weak and shaky.

For several minutes he stood under the spray, hands braced against the wall, head hanging, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Finally he pushed himself upright and switched off the water. He dried himself briskly and redressed

Leaving the room, he swept his coat up from the chair on which it had been left and quickly exited the building, hoping he could reach his room at the hotel before the others had finished drinking.

As the door swung shut behind him, a figure stepped from the shadows.

Breathing harshly from the sight he had just witnessed and the fact that it was his name that had been uttered, Aki’s gaze went from the shower room to the door his best friend had just left through.

Jamming his hands deep in his pockets, he appeared deep in thought for a few minutes.

Seeming to reach a decision, he grinned suddenly and started after his Lintu.