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dracoqueen22a/n: SMUT. NSFW. That's all this one is. I'd highly recommend reading Snapshot Five of A Thousand Words before reading this as it gives background to the situation and to the characters. Also. Self-beta.
Title: Nostalgia
Pairings: TorrancexJoshua
Warnings: slash, handjob, fluff
Description: Addendum to Snapshot Five. Wherein Torrance convinces Joshua to commit some mischief in the dim hallways of their old high school.
“Now this is nostalgic,” Torrance purrs, his voice echoing in the half-lit dim of the hallway.
Joshua watches as Torrance stops in front of a gleaming trophy case, pictures and certificates lit up inside of it. Most of the awards are new, but one of them is not so much.
“That was the first and only time the drama club got recognized for anything,” Josh says, moving to stand beside Torrance, glancing fondly at the small bronze medal.
Torrance grins. “Mmm. Remember 'Grease'?”
Joshua's ears burn red. “How could I forget? Pervert.”
“Hey, you didn't exactly say no at the time.”
Joshua's fingers curl against the display case. “Wasn't interested in saying no.”
“I thought so.” Torrance moves out of his peripheral vision, but there's a sudden press of warmth at Joshua's back. “You, despite your shy side, are an exhibitionist, Josh.”
“Am not,” he says, and shivers when hot, moist breath attacks his nape.
Torrance chuckles, one hand sliding between Joshua and the display case to palm Joshua's groin.
“Oh yeah?” Torrance challenges. “You were so hot at the idea of someone catching us that I thought you were gonna combust.”
Josh groans, head thunking on the glass of the taller display case. Embarrassment or desire? He doesn't know, Torrance's devious fingers teasing. The sound of his zipper being undone so loud in the silence.
“Torrance,” he gasps, fingers landing hot on the cool glass.
“Was that a request to stop?” Torrance purrs, nibbling at Josh's nape.
His hips buck into warm fingers. “We shouldn't.”
“Of course not. What would Old Albert say if he came through on his nightly rounds?” Torrance's voice drops to a low husk. “What if he saw you wet and leaking, shamelessly moaning in your old high school? He'd be scandalized, I'd say.”
Joshua shudders. “We have to – mmm – get Derrick!”
“Sally's watching after him,” Torrance replies with a voice like warm syrup, right into Joshua's ear. “I'm sure he can wait a minute more. After all, you can't go back in there like this, can you?” he asks, and his fingers curl around Joshua's length, pulling him free of his jeans and giving him a few light strokes.
Knees weakening, Joshua sags, his fingers making an annoying screech noise against the glass. Words escape him when Torrance teases him, stroking his length, swiping his thumb over the sensitive head, smearing beads of precome over taut, hot flesh.
“Not anymore, I can't,” Joshua says, and comes to a conclusion, abruptly pushing himself backward into Torrance's arms, forcing Torrance to wrap his other arm around Joshua's upper chest. Joshua bucks his hips. “So finish what you started, damn it.”
Torrance chuckles, tucks his chin over Joshua's right shoulder, and holds them together with a palm pressed to Joshua's chest. Behind him, Joshua can feel the evidence of Torrance's stirring arousal against his buttocks, and the sensation makes him shiver.
He closes his eyes, fingers squeezing Torrance's wrist as Torrance strokes his cock, alternating with light squeezes that make Joshua arch, biting back a moan. Joshua closes his eyes, surrenders to sensation, reaching back with his other hand to cup Torrance's neck, fingers lightly tracing over spots he distinctly remembers as sensitive.
Torrance huffs a warm exhale into Joshua's neck, mouth nuzzling, tongue and lips exploring the stretch of his neck. “God, I missed you,” he says, hand picking up a faster pace, his body rocking with Joshua's as he teases and strokes.
Warmth floods Joshua's being. Warmth and regret and relief and a slew of other emotions that tangle together, into a corrugated mess he'll have to pick apart and examine later.
Joshua's fingers wander over Torrance's head, tracing the thin, tight cornrows with his fingers. “I wished you hadn't left,” he murmurs in return. Something in the silence of the hallway, the tense yet expectant nature of the moment, demands a quiet honesty. He feels less embarrassed for admitting these things now, but Joshua knows he won't be willing to repeat them later.
“I shouldn't have,” Torrance replies, nipping at Joshua's ear.
He shudders, hips juttering forward, cock slipping through Torrance's fingers faster and faster, building a delicious coil of tension in Joshua's belly. “You had to. I get that. I still do. And who knows, maybe things are better this way--” His words break off with a gasp as Joshua twitches in Torrance's arms, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as he tries to swallow his moans.
Torrance helps him, free hand tracking upward to cover Joshua's mouth instead of pinning Joshua's chest. His tongue flicks out over Torrance's fingers, causing Torrance to groan behind him, the deep throaty noise rumbling through Torrance's chest and against Joshua's back.
Blue eyes shutter closed as Joshua tips his head back, presses his entire body against Torrance's, fingers squeezing Torrance's wrists. That coil in his belly tightens and tightens, pleasure sharpening into liquid heat in his veins. He's leaking all over the damn place, so very close.
“Josh,” Torrance murmurs affectionately, his fingers squeezing Joshua's shaft lightly.
It's all that he needs to topple over the edge. Joshua's moan is dulled by Torrance's fingers, but his body jerks and twists in Torrance's arms, hips bucking as he spills into Torrance's hand. A few spurts escape, splattering to the floor, and heat suffuses Joshua's entire body.
He slumps in Torrance's arms, struggling to catch a breath, the aftershocks reverberating through his entire body. Lips buzzing, Joshua turns himself around, curling his arm around Torrance's neck and dragging him down for a kiss.
Torrance makes a noise in the back of his throat and clutches Joshua against him, though he's careful to keep his damp hand away from Joshua's clothing. His tongue shoves into Joshua's mouth, tasting sweet like the fruit punch being served, his mouth warm and familiar.
Suddenly, Joshua wishes they were far, far from this high school reunion and somewhere a lot more private. Somewhere he can strip Torrance down, admire all the ways his high school sweetheart had changed, and familiarize himself with this new Torrance.
“God, I want you,” he says into the kiss, nibbling on Torrance's bottom lip.
Torrance's arms tighten around him. “Come home with me.”
“Torrance...”
“Please, Josh.”
He sighs, breaking off the kiss and looking up at Torrance. “I can't. Not tonight,” Joshua says, though very reluctantly. “I want to, but there's Derrick to consider. And well, the fact you're practically a stranger.”
Torrance's lips firm in a very familiar, very stubborn way. “Don't feel like one to me.”
Joshua chuckles. “Yeah, well, somewhere down that hall is a pair of swinging, double doors that lead back to reality.”
Arms tighten a bit more, into a squeeze, before Torrance carefully unwinds his arms from around Joshua. “I know,” he says, and then holds up his hand, still damp with Jason's release. “So direct me to a bathroom.”
Laughing, Joshua tilts his head to the right. “There's one around the corridor.”
Something best resembling a pout purses Torrance's lips but he follows Joshua's directions anyway, holding his hand as though worried about dripping. It's amusing enough that Joshua chuckles to himself and follows Torrance.
Payback is definitely to be had. And then... possibly more. Joshua hadn't been lying. He wants Torrance again. He wants Torrance back in his life. But he does have a son. He has obligations and responsibilities. He can't simply leap into a decades-old relationship and cast all care to the wind.
But by god, does he want to.
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a/n: This is one of those short pieces that hit me in the last hours before sliding into bed. I scribbled it down, polished it to the best of my ability, and thought you guys would enjoy reading it.
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
Title: Nostalgia
Pairings: TorrancexJoshua
Warnings: slash, handjob, fluff
Description: Addendum to Snapshot Five. Wherein Torrance convinces Joshua to commit some mischief in the dim hallways of their old high school.
“Now this is nostalgic,” Torrance purrs, his voice echoing in the half-lit dim of the hallway.
Joshua watches as Torrance stops in front of a gleaming trophy case, pictures and certificates lit up inside of it. Most of the awards are new, but one of them is not so much.
“That was the first and only time the drama club got recognized for anything,” Josh says, moving to stand beside Torrance, glancing fondly at the small bronze medal.
Torrance grins. “Mmm. Remember 'Grease'?”
Joshua's ears burn red. “How could I forget? Pervert.”
“Hey, you didn't exactly say no at the time.”
Joshua's fingers curl against the display case. “Wasn't interested in saying no.”
“I thought so.” Torrance moves out of his peripheral vision, but there's a sudden press of warmth at Joshua's back. “You, despite your shy side, are an exhibitionist, Josh.”
“Am not,” he says, and shivers when hot, moist breath attacks his nape.
Torrance chuckles, one hand sliding between Joshua and the display case to palm Joshua's groin.
“Oh yeah?” Torrance challenges. “You were so hot at the idea of someone catching us that I thought you were gonna combust.”
Josh groans, head thunking on the glass of the taller display case. Embarrassment or desire? He doesn't know, Torrance's devious fingers teasing. The sound of his zipper being undone so loud in the silence.
“Torrance,” he gasps, fingers landing hot on the cool glass.
“Was that a request to stop?” Torrance purrs, nibbling at Josh's nape.
His hips buck into warm fingers. “We shouldn't.”
“Of course not. What would Old Albert say if he came through on his nightly rounds?” Torrance's voice drops to a low husk. “What if he saw you wet and leaking, shamelessly moaning in your old high school? He'd be scandalized, I'd say.”
Joshua shudders. “We have to – mmm – get Derrick!”
“Sally's watching after him,” Torrance replies with a voice like warm syrup, right into Joshua's ear. “I'm sure he can wait a minute more. After all, you can't go back in there like this, can you?” he asks, and his fingers curl around Joshua's length, pulling him free of his jeans and giving him a few light strokes.
Knees weakening, Joshua sags, his fingers making an annoying screech noise against the glass. Words escape him when Torrance teases him, stroking his length, swiping his thumb over the sensitive head, smearing beads of precome over taut, hot flesh.
“Not anymore, I can't,” Joshua says, and comes to a conclusion, abruptly pushing himself backward into Torrance's arms, forcing Torrance to wrap his other arm around Joshua's upper chest. Joshua bucks his hips. “So finish what you started, damn it.”
Torrance chuckles, tucks his chin over Joshua's right shoulder, and holds them together with a palm pressed to Joshua's chest. Behind him, Joshua can feel the evidence of Torrance's stirring arousal against his buttocks, and the sensation makes him shiver.
He closes his eyes, fingers squeezing Torrance's wrist as Torrance strokes his cock, alternating with light squeezes that make Joshua arch, biting back a moan. Joshua closes his eyes, surrenders to sensation, reaching back with his other hand to cup Torrance's neck, fingers lightly tracing over spots he distinctly remembers as sensitive.
Torrance huffs a warm exhale into Joshua's neck, mouth nuzzling, tongue and lips exploring the stretch of his neck. “God, I missed you,” he says, hand picking up a faster pace, his body rocking with Joshua's as he teases and strokes.
Warmth floods Joshua's being. Warmth and regret and relief and a slew of other emotions that tangle together, into a corrugated mess he'll have to pick apart and examine later.
Joshua's fingers wander over Torrance's head, tracing the thin, tight cornrows with his fingers. “I wished you hadn't left,” he murmurs in return. Something in the silence of the hallway, the tense yet expectant nature of the moment, demands a quiet honesty. He feels less embarrassed for admitting these things now, but Joshua knows he won't be willing to repeat them later.
“I shouldn't have,” Torrance replies, nipping at Joshua's ear.
He shudders, hips juttering forward, cock slipping through Torrance's fingers faster and faster, building a delicious coil of tension in Joshua's belly. “You had to. I get that. I still do. And who knows, maybe things are better this way--” His words break off with a gasp as Joshua twitches in Torrance's arms, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as he tries to swallow his moans.
Torrance helps him, free hand tracking upward to cover Joshua's mouth instead of pinning Joshua's chest. His tongue flicks out over Torrance's fingers, causing Torrance to groan behind him, the deep throaty noise rumbling through Torrance's chest and against Joshua's back.
Blue eyes shutter closed as Joshua tips his head back, presses his entire body against Torrance's, fingers squeezing Torrance's wrists. That coil in his belly tightens and tightens, pleasure sharpening into liquid heat in his veins. He's leaking all over the damn place, so very close.
“Josh,” Torrance murmurs affectionately, his fingers squeezing Joshua's shaft lightly.
It's all that he needs to topple over the edge. Joshua's moan is dulled by Torrance's fingers, but his body jerks and twists in Torrance's arms, hips bucking as he spills into Torrance's hand. A few spurts escape, splattering to the floor, and heat suffuses Joshua's entire body.
He slumps in Torrance's arms, struggling to catch a breath, the aftershocks reverberating through his entire body. Lips buzzing, Joshua turns himself around, curling his arm around Torrance's neck and dragging him down for a kiss.
Torrance makes a noise in the back of his throat and clutches Joshua against him, though he's careful to keep his damp hand away from Joshua's clothing. His tongue shoves into Joshua's mouth, tasting sweet like the fruit punch being served, his mouth warm and familiar.
Suddenly, Joshua wishes they were far, far from this high school reunion and somewhere a lot more private. Somewhere he can strip Torrance down, admire all the ways his high school sweetheart had changed, and familiarize himself with this new Torrance.
“God, I want you,” he says into the kiss, nibbling on Torrance's bottom lip.
Torrance's arms tighten around him. “Come home with me.”
“Torrance...”
“Please, Josh.”
He sighs, breaking off the kiss and looking up at Torrance. “I can't. Not tonight,” Joshua says, though very reluctantly. “I want to, but there's Derrick to consider. And well, the fact you're practically a stranger.”
Torrance's lips firm in a very familiar, very stubborn way. “Don't feel like one to me.”
Joshua chuckles. “Yeah, well, somewhere down that hall is a pair of swinging, double doors that lead back to reality.”
Arms tighten a bit more, into a squeeze, before Torrance carefully unwinds his arms from around Joshua. “I know,” he says, and then holds up his hand, still damp with Jason's release. “So direct me to a bathroom.”
Laughing, Joshua tilts his head to the right. “There's one around the corridor.”
Something best resembling a pout purses Torrance's lips but he follows Joshua's directions anyway, holding his hand as though worried about dripping. It's amusing enough that Joshua chuckles to himself and follows Torrance.
Payback is definitely to be had. And then... possibly more. Joshua hadn't been lying. He wants Torrance again. He wants Torrance back in his life. But he does have a son. He has obligations and responsibilities. He can't simply leap into a decades-old relationship and cast all care to the wind.
But by god, does he want to.
a/n: This is one of those short pieces that hit me in the last hours before sliding into bed. I scribbled it down, polished it to the best of my ability, and thought you guys would enjoy reading it.
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
