Fic: Content (MC/DW, PG)
Title: Content
Author:
thirdsouthobbi (aka smut_polar_bear)
Pairing: Marton Csokas/David Wenham
Rating: PG for nudity and indications of a D/s lifestyle
Archive: my fic LJ,
we_love_ari
Summary: Christmas morning with Master Marton and his newly collared boy, David.
Feedback: Is the nectar of the gods.
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm a purple elephant with green ears.
Notes: Foriamari. Merry Christmas, love :) Is v.v. fluffy.
David lay on the floor, his chin in his hands and his legs bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles. His attention was fixed on the telly, because Marton had put on one of the DVD's that David's mum had sent them for Christmas. He was naked, resting on the soft carpet, and as the fire crackled in the hearth, he lazily swung his feet and ran a toe up Marton's calf. He heard a soft chuckle and glanced over his shoulder at his owner, who lay on the couch, also naked. Grinning, he did it again and laughed when Marton pretended to bite at his toe.
After turning his attention back to the screen, David arched his back, almost catlike in his stretching. Marton had always called him an overgrown not-so-furry kitten because he was liable to fall asleep in the sunlight, or on a warm hearth, or even just curled up at Marton's feet on the bed. If David was warm and content, he was liable to fall asleep. Even now, his muscles were relaxing as the heat from the fire washed over him. Slowly, David stretched out his limbs, having the distinct feeling that Marton was watching the play of muscles under his skin, and returned to his original position. Ever since he'd been a kid, he'd thought this was the perfect position for watching the telly. Now, it was the perfect position for his Master to study him as they both just had a lazy Christmas Day.
"Boy."
The word was spoken softly, barely more than a whisper, but David reacted immediately. He shifted to his hands and knees and crawled to the side of the couch, abandoning his perfect spot. He knelt beside the couch, his gaze cast down in deference, and placed his hands on his knees, waiting. Two fingers slipped under his chin, tracing the curve of his jaw before sliding down his throat to follow the leather band locked around it. He wore Marton's collar with pride, even though Marton had just put it on him earlier that morning. It was his Christmas gift from his Master. The leather was stiff, because it was new, and had not been worn in to the natural lines of David's neck. Marton's fingers slipped into the D ring at the front of the collar and gently tugged him close.
"I love you."
David smiled and lifted his gaze to meet Marton's.
"I love you, too, Master."
Marton smiled and stroked David's cheek for a moment, then shifted back on the couch, pressing himself into the cushions on the back of it. He patted the space made available and David clambered up into it, settling himself against his Master's body. Marton slipped an arm around David's waist, holding him close as he reached for the blanket slung across the armchair next to the couch. David smiled sleepily as Marton spread the blanket over the two of them, and as his eyes began to flutter closed, he felt a soft kiss press against his temple.
Warm and content in his Master's arms, David slept, much like the overgrown not-so-furry kitten that Marton compared him to.
Author:
thirdsouthobbi (aka smut_polar_bear)Pairing: Marton Csokas/David Wenham
Rating: PG for nudity and indications of a D/s lifestyle
Archive: my fic LJ,
we_love_ariSummary: Christmas morning with Master Marton and his newly collared boy, David.
Feedback: Is the nectar of the gods.
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm a purple elephant with green ears.
Notes: For
iamari. Merry Christmas, love :) Is v.v. fluffy.David lay on the floor, his chin in his hands and his legs bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles. His attention was fixed on the telly, because Marton had put on one of the DVD's that David's mum had sent them for Christmas. He was naked, resting on the soft carpet, and as the fire crackled in the hearth, he lazily swung his feet and ran a toe up Marton's calf. He heard a soft chuckle and glanced over his shoulder at his owner, who lay on the couch, also naked. Grinning, he did it again and laughed when Marton pretended to bite at his toe.
After turning his attention back to the screen, David arched his back, almost catlike in his stretching. Marton had always called him an overgrown not-so-furry kitten because he was liable to fall asleep in the sunlight, or on a warm hearth, or even just curled up at Marton's feet on the bed. If David was warm and content, he was liable to fall asleep. Even now, his muscles were relaxing as the heat from the fire washed over him. Slowly, David stretched out his limbs, having the distinct feeling that Marton was watching the play of muscles under his skin, and returned to his original position. Ever since he'd been a kid, he'd thought this was the perfect position for watching the telly. Now, it was the perfect position for his Master to study him as they both just had a lazy Christmas Day.
"Boy."
The word was spoken softly, barely more than a whisper, but David reacted immediately. He shifted to his hands and knees and crawled to the side of the couch, abandoning his perfect spot. He knelt beside the couch, his gaze cast down in deference, and placed his hands on his knees, waiting. Two fingers slipped under his chin, tracing the curve of his jaw before sliding down his throat to follow the leather band locked around it. He wore Marton's collar with pride, even though Marton had just put it on him earlier that morning. It was his Christmas gift from his Master. The leather was stiff, because it was new, and had not been worn in to the natural lines of David's neck. Marton's fingers slipped into the D ring at the front of the collar and gently tugged him close.
"I love you."
David smiled and lifted his gaze to meet Marton's.
"I love you, too, Master."
Marton smiled and stroked David's cheek for a moment, then shifted back on the couch, pressing himself into the cushions on the back of it. He patted the space made available and David clambered up into it, settling himself against his Master's body. Marton slipped an arm around David's waist, holding him close as he reached for the blanket slung across the armchair next to the couch. David smiled sleepily as Marton spread the blanket over the two of them, and as his eyes began to flutter closed, he felt a soft kiss press against his temple.
Warm and content in his Master's arms, David slept, much like the overgrown not-so-furry kitten that Marton compared him to.
