MMoM Day 18: Full Throttle, Street Hawk
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moonlettuceTitle: Full Throttle
Author: Claire
Fandom: Street Hawk
Pairing: Jesse/Norman
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's always been about the three of them.
Jesse slides Hawk into her stand before he straddles her, running a hand over the chrome, cold and smooth in its perfection. His jeans move easily across the seat, the leather almost slick against the denim covering him.
She starts softly beneath him at first, the quiet growl of motion rumbling between his legs and running though his body as she steadily picks up pace.
It makes his cock throb, the thought of what she is, what she represents, along with the subtle vibration pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His hand slides down, popping open his jeans and releasing himself to the air, to the long, leisurely strokes that hold him on the edge but never let him fall.
Because he's here and Hawk's here, but there's still one missing. Because it was never meant to be just him and Hawk, has never been about only the two of them, and it's finally time to complete the circle.
So he planned this. And now, as he closes his eyes, all he needs to do is wait for their third.
He doesn't wait long.
"Jesus Christ, Mach! What are you doing?"
Jesse doesn't open his eyes as he replies to Norman's outraged tone. "What do you think, Tuttle?" Come on, Norman, Jesse thinks as he leans further back on Hawk, fingers still moving over his cock.
"That's a multi-million dollar machine!" But Norman's voice cracks in the middle, annoyance laced with want.
Gotcha. He shifts his legs just that little bit more as footsteps get closer, sinks deeper into Hawk's touch. He doesn't need to look to know Norman's standing next to him, doesn't need to look as he feels the tentative touch of fingers to his groin. Hook, line and sinker. And Jesse just smiles as the circle snaps closed.
Author: Claire
Fandom: Street Hawk
Pairing: Jesse/Norman
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's always been about the three of them.
Jesse slides Hawk into her stand before he straddles her, running a hand over the chrome, cold and smooth in its perfection. His jeans move easily across the seat, the leather almost slick against the denim covering him.
She starts softly beneath him at first, the quiet growl of motion rumbling between his legs and running though his body as she steadily picks up pace.
It makes his cock throb, the thought of what she is, what she represents, along with the subtle vibration pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His hand slides down, popping open his jeans and releasing himself to the air, to the long, leisurely strokes that hold him on the edge but never let him fall.
Because he's here and Hawk's here, but there's still one missing. Because it was never meant to be just him and Hawk, has never been about only the two of them, and it's finally time to complete the circle.
So he planned this. And now, as he closes his eyes, all he needs to do is wait for their third.
He doesn't wait long.
"Jesus Christ, Mach! What are you doing?"
Jesse doesn't open his eyes as he replies to Norman's outraged tone. "What do you think, Tuttle?" Come on, Norman, Jesse thinks as he leans further back on Hawk, fingers still moving over his cock.
"That's a multi-million dollar machine!" But Norman's voice cracks in the middle, annoyance laced with want.
Gotcha. He shifts his legs just that little bit more as footsteps get closer, sinks deeper into Hawk's touch. He doesn't need to look to know Norman's standing next to him, doesn't need to look as he feels the tentative touch of fingers to his groin. Hook, line and sinker. And Jesse just smiles as the circle snaps closed.
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Date: 2008-05-20 05:16 pm (UTC)Brilliant, just perfect.