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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things AMC's The Terror (2018). Go nuts!
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Re: FILL: the jolly old beast is not deceased, crozier/fitzjames, M, no warnings (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2023-01-08 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)“Christ no, I’m knackered. But this has been tremendous fun. Terrifying, but fun. I’ve been very grateful for your company, I hope the evening wasn’t entirely a misery for you?” He looks at Francis with a soft searching expression.
“No. Truly. I’m glad we came.” He’s not sure yet how to say what this night has made him feel. It’s all been a bit much and enjoy is too straightforward a word. But it has created a buoyancy in him, a new openness to possibility. “I’m sorry if I’ve looked like a miserable lump all night, it’s only that I’ve never been sure what to do with myself at these sorts of things.”
“You were fine, darling. It turns out I find you rather charming when you pick at your food and look grumpy at the dinner table, now that your ire isn’t aimed at me.”
“And I quite enjoy watching you be the belle of the ball, now that I adore you and want nothing in the world but your happiness,” Francis says, before he really knows what he's saying. He closes his eyes, retreats back into himself for a moment to try and find his bearings. He feels drugged by the surreality of the evening, the onslaught of novelty after so many years cloistered away, licking his wounds.
When he opens his eyes James has disappeared. His first ridiculous thought is that the entire night must have been some sort of dream or enchantment that is now melting away. Then he feels hands parting his knees and a face nuzzling between his thighs and he lets out a startled yelp of a laugh.
“James what on earth—”
“Well,” comes a somewhat muffled voice from underneath the table, “I’m awfully fond of you, and you’ve been a very good sport about all this, and I’d like to end the night on a pleasant note. Also,” James continues, mouthing at him, big hands rubbing his thighs, “in my debauched youth I used to pride myself on finding novel locations to be fucked in. This would be my crowning achievement.”
“Far be it for me to thwart your ambitions, but Christ, what if someone walks back in here?” His answer to his own question is that footsteps are loud in the studio and the dinner guests are far too boisterous to catch anyone unawares. His cautioning tone is reflexive, with little force behind it, and no objection he could voice would sound convincing to anyone observing his lower half. Much to his own surprise he finds that the specter of Public Indecency excites him; he can’t see James beneath the heavy white tablecloth but can feel him grinning against the outline of his rapidly stiffening prick.
“That’s why I’m under here! Plausible deniability. If someone drops in you simply have to pretend that you’re enjoying your orange jelly very much.”
Francis laughs and finds he has no more arguments, reaches under the table to stroke his fingers through James’ hair. This is correctly interpreted as acquiescence and very soon his buttons are undone and there is a warm tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Francis closes his eyes and breathes out, lets the tension of the evening bleed away as his awareness of the world narrows down to the hot wet velvet of James’ mouth.
James takes his time, savoring him like a gourmand. The heat and light under the tent have become an almost tangible sensation on Francis’ skin, pressing against his eyelids, melding with the coiling heat in his belly. He feels like he is both weightless and pleasantly weighed down, like James is touching him everywhere at once. When James swallows him deeper he rouses himself to put a firm hand at the back of his neck and fucks into his mouth, setting a slow steady pace, just enough to make James feel used in the way Francis knows he likes. Murmurs things like sweetheart, you feel so good, you’re so good to me as James shudders and moans around his prick. There’s a hand resting on his ankle, thumb rubbing an encouraging circle into his skin. For some reason it is this sensation that tips him over the edge, and he spends down James’ throat in a moment that seems to last impossibly long, time gone elastic.
When he comes back to himself James has already tucked him neatly back into his trousers (that endearing combination of abandon and fastidiousness) and is emerging from under the table. With, to his credit, only a very few grunts of effort and audible joint cracks. He kicks at Francis’ chair to indicate that he should scoot back a bit, then deposits himself in his lap, the whole lanky but gloriously solid length of him pressed close. The chair creaks under their combined weight. James is hard against his belly but seems in no hurry to do anything about it, content to nuzzle into the crook of his neck while they both catch their breath. Francis anchors him in place with an arm around his waist, runs the other hand up and down his back, breathes in the sweetly familiar smell of his hair. He is distantly aware that being inside the Iguanodon no longer makes him feel trapped, or like he has been consumed by something monstrous. The sense of enclosure makes him feel safe now, as if he is in a shelter. A cradle. A ship.
Eventually he has the presence of mind to get a hand between them and palms James through his trousers while nibbling at his earlobe. James makes pleased noises, somehow manages to wriggle even closer. But the angle is hell on Francis’ wrist and he’s starting to have serious doubts about the structural integrity of the chair they’re on. So he says “Here, up with you,” and maneuvers James’ rump out of his lap and onto the table, pushing several jellies out of the way to make room.
James sits back on his hands and grins, says “So much for plausible deniability!” in a deliciously hoarse voice. Francis takes a moment just to look at him. James Fitzjames, slightly disarrayed but still dressed to the nines, legs spread and cock straining at his perfectly tailored trousers. Chestnut hair streaked with silver gleaming under the light of the chandelier, dear handsome face flushed and beaming, looking like the cat that got the cream. He realizes they haven’t properly kissed all evening and leans down to remedy that as thoroughly as possible. It feels like coming home, as it always does. An arm and a leg wind around his back, keeping him close.
Francis is suddenly ravenous to get his mouth on James’s neck and breaks away to attack his cravat with a violence that makes James laugh. Then the lovely marble column of his throat is bare and Francis goes to work on it, which James seems to enjoy very much, until his gasps turn to pleading and the rutting of his hips against Francis’ stomach takes on a desperate edge. He nearly sobs with relief when Francis finally frees him from his trousers, bucks up helplessly into his fist. Francis jacks him off tight and fast while sucking a bruise into the base of his throat and James comes with the sort of long low groan that means his toes are curling in his shoes.
He flops bonelessly back on the table, allows Francis to dab at him with a napkin and right his clothes and retie his cravat, which does not look quite as nice as before but will suffice for the journey home. “I’m in the mood to steal a pudding,” he says, still flat on his back, “but I think that’s the one dish we weren’t offered tonight.”
“Take a nougat,” suggests Francis. They kiss again.
Their legs are still wobbly as they help each other step out of the Iguanodon. Its round eyes and downturned mouth now strike Francis as having a somewhat scandalized expression. James looks back and gives it a wink and a tip of the hat on the way out the door. “You’re a most obliging host, old chap. Thank you for the lovely evening.”
-
As they walk back through the park they can hear Forbes singing Auld Lang Syne to the Ichthyosaurs. Snow has continued to fall and the Megalosaurus is now thoroughly capped with white, which somehow makes it look no longer fearsome but like a huge marvelous child's toy left out on the lawn overnight. James stands on tiptoe to knock some of the snow off its head with his cane. “This one is a jolly old beast too,” he says decidedly, after some consideration. “A noble beast. Actually looks a bit like you, I think. Something about the set of the brow.”
Francis grins up at the dinosaur and gives its scaly elbow a pat. “Happy New Year.”
Re: FILL: the jolly old beast is not deceased, crozier/fitzjames, M, no warnings (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2023-01-08 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)Very charmed by the fact that we both went for a slightly haunted feeling about the dinosaurs, and the tuunbaq comparisons. And James giving Francis a secret blowjob!
I particularly loved the moment of them both looking up at the beasts and trying to be calm, and all the descriptions about how they look ready to move at any moment. And James being so lovely at dinner!
Re: FILL: the jolly old beast is not deceased, crozier/fitzjames, M, no warnings (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2023-01-11 05:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: the jolly old beast is not deceased, crozier/fitzjames, M, no warnings (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2023-01-11 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)