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kathierif_ficTitle: Hard And Fast, If You Can
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Sid Hammerback
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,244
Summary: “I’d say hard and fast,” Sheldon said with a teasing smile. “But I’m not sure if you can.”
Author’s Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: #15 Rough Sex.
Author’s Notes 2: Triple thank you with chocolate on top to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nerfgunqueen for the encouragement, the promptpicking and the pairingpicking.
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“How do you want it tonight?” Sid asked and kneeled up, running both palms down Sheldon’s back. Their paleness gave a nice contrast to the younger man’s dark skin, he thought appreciatively. It was like a chess board, black and white, and only combined it made for a game that was royal not only in name.
Sheldon arched his back like a big, dangerous cat. A panther, maybe. “I don’t know,” he said, an amused smile on his face when he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Sid, who was kneeling over his hips. “Do I have to decide that now?”
“Yes,” Sid dryly answered and dug his strong fingers into the muscles of Sheldon’s ass. “I’m not twenty-five anymore; if you don’t decide anything now, we have to postpone this little adventure to the next time.”
Sheldon laughed. “Are you saying you won’t get it up again?” he teased.
Sid raised his eyebrows. “The quality makes up for the quantity, which is, sadly, going down,” he said with as much dignity as he could manage while reaching down and running his fingertips gently over his already more than half-erect cock.
Sheldon buried his head in the pillow as he started to laugh. His whole body shook from his amusement, and Sid watched him for a moment before slapping his thigh sharply. “Well?” he demanded. “Any wishes, or should I pick?”
Sheldon was still laughing. “You pick,” he finally decided.
Sid was quiet for a moment. “You sure?” he asked back, slightly taken aback. Usually Sheldon knew perfectly well what he wanted and was not shy of voicing his opinion, or even drawing up an anatomically perfect sketch for him.
Sheldon chuckled. “What, Alzheimer’s got you too, now? Dementia? Or just bad hearing?”
Sid frowned and gave Sheldon another sharp slap. “Don’t get cheeky, young man,” he said mildly.
“Age play?” Sheldon grinned. “I didn’t know you were into that. What’s next?”
Sid’s frown deepened. He understood that Sheldon was just teasing him, but he didn’t quite know yet what result the other man hoped to achieve.
Maybe it was time for payback.
Maybe it was time to show the young one that he was still perfectly capable of fucking him through the mattress.
He smirked and reached for the little tube of lubricant on the bedside table. It was almost empty, but that suited his purposes and he didn’t worry about it too much.
He quietly slicked up his cock, giving it a few good, firm strokes before shifting slightly.
“Spread your legs,” he said with another stinging slap to Sheldon’s ass. “I want to fuck you.”
Sheldon obediently moved, spreading his legs as far apart as it was comfortable for him. Sid watched him hungrily, his hand still wrapped around his slick dick.
“Did you buy lube?” he asked as soon as the other man had settled down and rubbed his hands over the firm muscles in front of him. Gluteus maximus, and gluteus medius, the part of his mind that couldn’t shut up, supplied; and underneath the swell of Sheldon’s ass, the horizontal gluteal crease, which outlined the lower aspect of it.
“No,” Sheldon replied, his voice muffled by his forearms and the pillow. “Why?”
“We’re out,” Sid replied and let his fingertips slip in between his cheeks, to brush over the small opening to Sheldon’s body. “This has to do.”
He slowly pushed two of his fingers into the younger man while keeping his free hand pressed against the small of his back. Sheldon’s muscles jumped slightly under his touch, but not too much, and after a moment, Sheldon shifted and pushed slightly back against the intrusion.
“That’s all you got?” he teased good-naturedly. “Come on, Sid.”
Sid growled as he pulled his fingers free and replaced them with the tip of his dick. “Let me know if I hurt you,” he warned before pushing down, slowly slipping into the prone man.
Sheldon tensed slightly, but not enough to make Sid stop until he was balls deep in him and could tug Sheldon’s hips up and tilt them just the way he wanted it.
“Slow or fast?” he said and rubbed his hand in soothing circles against Sheldon’s hip.
“I’d say hard and fast,” Sheldon replied after a brief moment of hesitation. “But I’m not sure if you can.”
There it was again, the teasing, Sid thought as he pulled out and let his hips push deep into Sheldon’s body.
Sheldon moaned and wriggled to get his knees under himself, to get some sort of leverage to push back into Sid’s thrusts. He almost pulled completely away from Sid in the process, and the older man reacted by administering another hard slap to the side of his thigh.
He wasn’t gentle. His rhythm was hard and fast, and his fingers dug deep in Sheldon’s skin, until he reached out to wrap an arm around the other man’s waist and squeezed his leaking erection.
Sheldon’s hips buckled toward him, and he moaned deep in his chest while his muscles clenched tightly around Sid’s cock. He was more than obviously enjoying the unexpected non-gentleness and almost brutal pace.
A small part of Sid – the same part that wouldn’t shut up and named the muscles under Sheldon’s smooth skin – reminded him of all the rape victims he’d had on his table, and the injuries he’d seen inflicted on them. But this, he reminded himself forcefully, this was different. Sheldon enjoyed the experience as much as he did; even wordlessly begged for more, if Sid interpreted the insistent moves of Sheldon’s hips despite the hand he still had clamped down on the other man right.
Sheldon squeezed him tight once more in a series of muscles spasms as orgasm approached him. Sid could hear the muffled groan and the breathy whimper when he almost completely pulled out before thrusting deep into Sheldon again, and again, until he lost all control of himself.
He came with a sharp grunt, his hips thrusting hard into Sheldon’s pliant body until he collapsed over his younger lover, his nose pressed against the sweaty skin of his back, breathing in deeply while trying to catch his breath.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he murmured as he slowly, carefully, pushed himself up and just as slowly and carefully pulled out of Sheldon. Reaching under the other man, he realized that Sheldon had come too, without him really noticing.
It was more than obvious that Sheldon had enjoyed the experience, he thought in satisfaction and reached out for the towel he’d already placed next to their bed.
“I didn’t think you had it in you,” Sheldon admitted while burrowing deeper into the blankets, not caring for the mess they made. “At least not without dislocating a hip or something.”
There was only one thing Sid could think of doing.
He swatted Sheldon’s ass with the towel.
“Brat.”
Sheldon laughed again.
“Your brat,” he corrected and turned so he could sit up and pull Sid into a soft kiss.
“My brat,” Sid agreed.
It was as easy as that, and even the complicated scientific part of his brain had to shut up at that.
Five minutes later, he wished for the rational part of his brain to return, namely when Sheldon cuddled up to him and continued to whisper about fractured hips and other age-related problems to him and he couldn’t think of anything at all to reply…
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Sid Hammerback
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,244
Summary: “I’d say hard and fast,” Sheldon said with a teasing smile. “But I’m not sure if you can.”
Author’s Notes: Written for the
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: #15 Rough Sex.Author’s Notes 2: Triple thank you with chocolate on top to
nerfgunqueen for the encouragement, the promptpicking and the pairingpicking.~*+*~
“How do you want it tonight?” Sid asked and kneeled up, running both palms down Sheldon’s back. Their paleness gave a nice contrast to the younger man’s dark skin, he thought appreciatively. It was like a chess board, black and white, and only combined it made for a game that was royal not only in name.
Sheldon arched his back like a big, dangerous cat. A panther, maybe. “I don’t know,” he said, an amused smile on his face when he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Sid, who was kneeling over his hips. “Do I have to decide that now?”
“Yes,” Sid dryly answered and dug his strong fingers into the muscles of Sheldon’s ass. “I’m not twenty-five anymore; if you don’t decide anything now, we have to postpone this little adventure to the next time.”
Sheldon laughed. “Are you saying you won’t get it up again?” he teased.
Sid raised his eyebrows. “The quality makes up for the quantity, which is, sadly, going down,” he said with as much dignity as he could manage while reaching down and running his fingertips gently over his already more than half-erect cock.
Sheldon buried his head in the pillow as he started to laugh. His whole body shook from his amusement, and Sid watched him for a moment before slapping his thigh sharply. “Well?” he demanded. “Any wishes, or should I pick?”
Sheldon was still laughing. “You pick,” he finally decided.
Sid was quiet for a moment. “You sure?” he asked back, slightly taken aback. Usually Sheldon knew perfectly well what he wanted and was not shy of voicing his opinion, or even drawing up an anatomically perfect sketch for him.
Sheldon chuckled. “What, Alzheimer’s got you too, now? Dementia? Or just bad hearing?”
Sid frowned and gave Sheldon another sharp slap. “Don’t get cheeky, young man,” he said mildly.
“Age play?” Sheldon grinned. “I didn’t know you were into that. What’s next?”
Sid’s frown deepened. He understood that Sheldon was just teasing him, but he didn’t quite know yet what result the other man hoped to achieve.
Maybe it was time for payback.
Maybe it was time to show the young one that he was still perfectly capable of fucking him through the mattress.
He smirked and reached for the little tube of lubricant on the bedside table. It was almost empty, but that suited his purposes and he didn’t worry about it too much.
He quietly slicked up his cock, giving it a few good, firm strokes before shifting slightly.
“Spread your legs,” he said with another stinging slap to Sheldon’s ass. “I want to fuck you.”
Sheldon obediently moved, spreading his legs as far apart as it was comfortable for him. Sid watched him hungrily, his hand still wrapped around his slick dick.
“Did you buy lube?” he asked as soon as the other man had settled down and rubbed his hands over the firm muscles in front of him. Gluteus maximus, and gluteus medius, the part of his mind that couldn’t shut up, supplied; and underneath the swell of Sheldon’s ass, the horizontal gluteal crease, which outlined the lower aspect of it.
“No,” Sheldon replied, his voice muffled by his forearms and the pillow. “Why?”
“We’re out,” Sid replied and let his fingertips slip in between his cheeks, to brush over the small opening to Sheldon’s body. “This has to do.”
He slowly pushed two of his fingers into the younger man while keeping his free hand pressed against the small of his back. Sheldon’s muscles jumped slightly under his touch, but not too much, and after a moment, Sheldon shifted and pushed slightly back against the intrusion.
“That’s all you got?” he teased good-naturedly. “Come on, Sid.”
Sid growled as he pulled his fingers free and replaced them with the tip of his dick. “Let me know if I hurt you,” he warned before pushing down, slowly slipping into the prone man.
Sheldon tensed slightly, but not enough to make Sid stop until he was balls deep in him and could tug Sheldon’s hips up and tilt them just the way he wanted it.
“Slow or fast?” he said and rubbed his hand in soothing circles against Sheldon’s hip.
“I’d say hard and fast,” Sheldon replied after a brief moment of hesitation. “But I’m not sure if you can.”
There it was again, the teasing, Sid thought as he pulled out and let his hips push deep into Sheldon’s body.
Sheldon moaned and wriggled to get his knees under himself, to get some sort of leverage to push back into Sid’s thrusts. He almost pulled completely away from Sid in the process, and the older man reacted by administering another hard slap to the side of his thigh.
He wasn’t gentle. His rhythm was hard and fast, and his fingers dug deep in Sheldon’s skin, until he reached out to wrap an arm around the other man’s waist and squeezed his leaking erection.
Sheldon’s hips buckled toward him, and he moaned deep in his chest while his muscles clenched tightly around Sid’s cock. He was more than obviously enjoying the unexpected non-gentleness and almost brutal pace.
A small part of Sid – the same part that wouldn’t shut up and named the muscles under Sheldon’s smooth skin – reminded him of all the rape victims he’d had on his table, and the injuries he’d seen inflicted on them. But this, he reminded himself forcefully, this was different. Sheldon enjoyed the experience as much as he did; even wordlessly begged for more, if Sid interpreted the insistent moves of Sheldon’s hips despite the hand he still had clamped down on the other man right.
Sheldon squeezed him tight once more in a series of muscles spasms as orgasm approached him. Sid could hear the muffled groan and the breathy whimper when he almost completely pulled out before thrusting deep into Sheldon again, and again, until he lost all control of himself.
He came with a sharp grunt, his hips thrusting hard into Sheldon’s pliant body until he collapsed over his younger lover, his nose pressed against the sweaty skin of his back, breathing in deeply while trying to catch his breath.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he murmured as he slowly, carefully, pushed himself up and just as slowly and carefully pulled out of Sheldon. Reaching under the other man, he realized that Sheldon had come too, without him really noticing.
It was more than obvious that Sheldon had enjoyed the experience, he thought in satisfaction and reached out for the towel he’d already placed next to their bed.
“I didn’t think you had it in you,” Sheldon admitted while burrowing deeper into the blankets, not caring for the mess they made. “At least not without dislocating a hip or something.”
There was only one thing Sid could think of doing.
He swatted Sheldon’s ass with the towel.
“Brat.”
Sheldon laughed again.
“Your brat,” he corrected and turned so he could sit up and pull Sid into a soft kiss.
“My brat,” Sid agreed.
It was as easy as that, and even the complicated scientific part of his brain had to shut up at that.
Five minutes later, he wished for the rational part of his brain to return, namely when Sheldon cuddled up to him and continued to whisper about fractured hips and other age-related problems to him and he couldn’t think of anything at all to reply…
~End.