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Tin Man fic: The Most Natural Thing

Title: The Most Natural Thing
Characters: Glitch/Wyatt
Rating: NC17
Genre: PWP
Summary: It's the little things that mean the most.




All Wyatt could do was wonder what he had done wrong as he was literally dragged from dinner by the sleeve of his jacket to the chambers he shared with Glitch. He was a smart man, however, and kept his mouth closed the entire tense, soundless trip.

They reached their room and the door was flung open unceremoniously and closed again with the same level of finesse. Any words he had managed to let crawl to the tip of his tongue died a quick, painless death the moment he opened his mouth. Mostly because Glitch had stolen them with a kiss.

Managing only a muffled moan, Wyatt closed his eyes and accepted the assault readily, raising his arms dutifully when Glitch had finished unbuttoning the shirt and was sliding it down Wyatt’s arms.

Glitch was mouthing his now bare collarbone and Wyatt took advantage of his distraction to ask, “What brought this on?”

Not bothering to raise his head from his determined nibbling, Glitch simply grunted and raised his hand up, running his thumb deliberately along the bottom of Wyatt’s lower lip.

And then Wyatt got it.

At dinner, as they were eating a pastry dessert that included a soft, light cream on the top, Wyatt had reflexively reached over and wiped a bit of the white fluff from Glitch’s lip. Apparently, that was all the encouragement necessary for Glitch to take matters into his own hands, so to speak.

Toeing off his shoes in an attempt to help, Wyatt shivered when knuckles that didn’t belong to him brushed against his stomach. Long, skilled fingers made quick work of the fastenings and within a few shaky breaths he was naked and being pushed backwards toward the bed.

Wyatt managed to reach behind himself and toss the covers haphazardly out of the way just before his ass hit the sheets. Somewhere along the way Glitch had shed his own clothes so all that was left was the white dress shirt, unbuttoned, and his socks. At no point did Glitch’s mouth leave some part of Wyatt’s skin, which Wyatt thought was an admirable trick.

Glitch followed on his knees, steering them until Wyatt’s back rested against the headboard and Glitch was straddling his lap. They had added a soft, velvet covered padded front to the board months ago and for that, Wyatt was eternally grateful. He leaned against it, capturing Glitch’s mouth as it was passing by. Wyatt felt something cold and familiar pressed into his palm and his arousal deepened at the implied direction.

Closing his eyes and talking a moment for a calming breath, Wyatt fumbled with the cap on the tube one-handed until he reached around Glitch’s back to bring his hands together. Fingers covered in slippery oil, Wyatt looked up at Glitch. Kissed the underside of Glitch’s jaw then nudged him with his nose. “Lift up on your knees a bit,” he said quietly, using his clean hand to raise the back of Glitch’s shirt up out of the way. He wrapped his fingers around Glitch’s bony hip, holding the fabric in place, while the other hand went to work readying Glitch.

It took every last bit of Wyatt’s control to let the astoundingly fierce sounds Glitch was making wash over him. But soon enough Glitch was growling impatiently, crawling up and taking Wyatt into his body with the kind of determination that sometimes intimidated them both.

Glitch’s mouth hung open soundlessly, lips just brushing against Wyatt’s cheek as he sank down and completed their joining. “Oh,” he breathed, eyelashes fluttering against the very tops of his cheeks. Even his hair seemed to balance reverently on the edge of the moment.

Wyatt ran his thumb down along one of the folds on the front of the white shirt, eliciting a gasp when he grazed a hidden, erect nipple. So he did it again.

Sliding his other hand up Glitch’s thigh, Wyatt tucked it up under the tails of the shirt and got a firm hold on Glitch’s hip, giving them each leverage to push against one another in the familiar dance. Glitch was relentless, taking his time to give thorough attention to the side of Wyatt’s throat just below his ear even as his frantic pace drove them both inescapably toward completion.

Both hands on Glitch’s hips now, Wyatt pulled his knee up just enough to adjust his angle, making Glitch gasp into the hollow of his throat. Glitch’s arms crossed behind Wyatt’s head and he made a low groaning sound deep in his throat. Wyatt glanced up and saw the tiny frown, the look of intense focus. He worked a hand between them, balancing Glitch’s body with his other hand and his own hips, and circled his thumb around the tip of Glitch’s erection.

Glitch shuddered hard and came with a sharp sigh, dropping his head down just enough to kiss Wyatt’s temple.

Wyatt raised his own head and stole Glitch’s mouth at the last moment, his hips snapping up a few hurried beats before he gave in to the incredible pressure surrounding him and came himself.

With Glitch’s forehead a hot brand on his shoulder, Wyatt fought to catch his breath. He could feel the little metal rectangle at the front end of the zipper pressing into his skin, every tiny detail of the body draped over him heightened. Wyatt dragged his thumb across the bone of Glitch’s hip, rhythmically, until they both recovered enough to share a sloppy, sated kiss.

They awkwardly groped their way through getting Glitch’s shirt off, forgetting to unbutton the wrists and laughing. Using the shirt to vaguely clean themselves up, Glitch flopped down at Wyatt’s side with a groan, still fingering the ridge of Wyatt’s collarbone.

Wyatt rolled to face him, tracing Glitch’s hairline with his fingers. “So, are you going to let me in on exactly what got you so worked up like that?”

“You touched me.”

“I like touching you.”

Glitch gave him that grin, the one that made the bridge of his nose wrinkle and meant he was extremely pleased. “I mean, you touch me, all the time, like...like it doesn’t matter who sees. You don’t have to think about it, you just reach out for me without hesitating. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”

“It is,” Wyatt told him simply, which earned him a deep, loving kiss.

**

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kseda
Dec. 13th, 2008 05:54 pm (UTC)
Mmm, growly "RAWR, MINE!" Glitch, how I love thee. I was going to go around and make some sort of "POOOOOOOOOOOOOORN!" macro to celebrate but that's me research things rather than writing a comment, I have Issues.

ANYWAY. Oh good Lord, I have very few words for how lovely and nnngh this is. It's delightfully PWP but there's still character there, you know? Of course you know, you're clever. *hearts;
surranndie
Dec. 13th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
*snuggles you*
myjadedhavok
Dec. 13th, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
That was ridiculously beautiful and, well...

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww at the end.

Seriously, though... This was very well written. :) It flowed wonderfully and painted a very lovely image in my head. :)
surranndie
Dec. 13th, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! :D
avari_maethor
Dec. 13th, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
How is it that you have such amazing talent at writing everything? I mean for realz, angst, romance, mystery, erotica...

AND! Now only that but you always manage to keep the characters so IN character! You really just blow my little mind away.
surranndie
Dec. 13th, 2008 08:39 pm (UTC)
*blushes and grins* I have no idea what you're talking about. *shifty eyes* :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!
witchywanda666
Dec. 13th, 2008 08:29 pm (UTC)
*molests you in thanks for this wonderful fic*

Mmmmm I needed that.. <3



surranndie
Dec. 13th, 2008 08:42 pm (UTC)
Hehhee! I'm aim to please. So, I'm happy to have provided. :D

Thanks!
candacestls
Dec. 13th, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
Wow, wonderful hon!
surranndie
Dec. 13th, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
amedia
Dec. 13th, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC)
Mmmm nom nom nom!

Somewhere along the way Glitch had shed his own clothes so all that was left was the white dress shirt, unbuttoned, and his socks.

This is an incredibly sexy image!!!!

And then the ending ... “I mean, you touch me, all the time, like...like it doesn’t matter who sees. You don’t have to think about it, you just reach out for me without hesitating. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”


... almost broke my heart with its loveliness. Whaddaya mean PWP? That was *character* and *relationship* and beauty.
surranndie
Dec. 13th, 2008 11:19 pm (UTC)
Awwww *hugs!* You're so kind! Thank you very much, I'm really happy that this had some unexpected "character" bits. *grin*
cochroachkappa
Dec. 14th, 2008 09:18 am (UTC)
Oh my lawd, what sexiness! Glitch in nothing but his shirt? *lewd grin* Heheh...Wyatt Cain is a lucky bastard...

YOU ARE A GODDESS OF TINFICTION! *hugs wildly* <333!

surranndie
Dec. 14th, 2008 04:37 pm (UTC)
Hehee!! That's quite a compliment! :D Thank you so much! I do have fun with the boys...*eyes master list*...a lot. *GRIN!*
lionille
Dec. 18th, 2008 02:23 am (UTC)
Oh, man,.... amedia quoted my favorite parts and said it all so well, but I have to add this:

With Glitch’s forehead a hot brand on his shoulder, Wyatt fought to catch his breath. He could feel the little metal rectangle at the front end of the zipper pressing into his skin, every tiny detail of the body draped over him heightened.

And this was so beautiful:

I mean, you touch me, all the time, like...like it doesn’t matter who sees.

I love Cain for that. I do.
surranndie
Dec. 18th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
*hugs you tight* Thank you. So much. *grinning happily*
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