AusComedy (Adam Hills/Hamish Blake) - Who Says Christmas Never Comes Early?

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For the benefit of those who haven't read my NaNo fic (friend your way over here --> sashas_nano), I've got me some winged humans, Adam, Wil and Tim Minchin being amongst the winged pretties. Hamish lucked out with the wings, poor thing. The shower portion of this fic is part of my NaNo fic, but I've tweaked it to be a stand-alone fic, set a year or two before my NaNo fic takes place.

Fluffy, kinky, Christmas-y, smutty, pretty. Hope you like it.

Title: Who Says Christmas Never Comes Early?
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish
Starring: Adam Hills, Hamish Blake
Pairings: Adam/Hamish
Prompt: #39 Collars for 50kinkyways
Word Count: 2,337
Warnings: wing!fic, kink, sex, utterly adorable Admish
Rating: M-ish
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Wet kinky Admish shower sex with wings as a stand-alone fic. Because it’s pretty. Same fascist 20-years-into-the-future world of my NaNo fic, but set probably a few years prior to the novel. Maybe two years, give or take a few months. It’s summer, it’s hot and Adam comes bearing a very special gift. I think I’ll be writing a lot of Christmas fluff in the coming month.


Who Says Christmas Never Comes Early?
Adam arrived back home to find Hamish sleeping on the couch. Adam smiled. Hamish always looked so beautiful when he was sleeping. He noticed the sliding door to the balcony was open, letting in a much-needed breeze. Their little flat always got stinking hot in summer. Adam took a few steps closer to him, making a slight breeze wash over Hamish with his wings.

Hamish had never been a still sleeper. He was lying on his back, sprawled on the couch, either naked or only wearing his boxers, Adam couldn’t tell which, what with the thin cotton sheet half-thrown over him. Adam wondered if he was actually comfortable there. With care, he crawled onto the couch, making sure not to disturb him. He hovered over him as close as he dared, fighting the urge to kiss his soft lips. Just as he was about to close the short distance between them, Hamish woke, his eyes blinking open, smiling sleepily at him.

“Hey there. What are you doing here?” Hamish said, trying to wake his brain up from his sleep.

“Checking out my beautiful boy,” Adam said warmly, making Hamish blush.

“How was the – thing tonight?” Hamish said, not wanting to give away how much he knew.

“As good as could be expected. Did you miss me?” Adam said.

“Yeah, I did. Just fucking kiss me already, will you?” Hamish said.

Adam obeyed, finally meeting Hamish’s lips, sending sparks of electricity down Hamish’s spine as Adam kissed him. Hamish found his hands reaching up, grabbing Adam close to him, pushing against him, urgency firing in his body in spite of the heat. Adam cradled Hamish’s head in his hands, fingers tangling in his messy hair.

Adam reluctantly broke the kiss, and Hamish grinned at the mischievous lust in Adam’s eyes. Adam had something planned, and Hamish badly wanted to know what it was.

“You naked under there, love?” Adam whispered, pressing their cheeks together.

“I can be if you want me to,” Hamish said, trying not to raise his voice any louder than Adam’s.

“Well, I can’t fuck you if you’re not naked,” Adam whispered again.

“Like that ever stopped you before,” Hamish said.

“So hot and sweaty and dirty,” Adam said, breathing into his neck.

“Just the way you like me,” Hamish said.

“But you’re not wet yet,” Adam said, peeling away from him, stepping back off the couch.

“Neither are you. But I bet you’re planning to fix that any moment now,” Hamish said, sitting up.

“Not yet. You have to earn it, love,” Adam said.

“You’re going to make me beg you for it? In this fucking heat?” Hamish said, incredulous.

“Fucking heat is good, don’t you think?” Adam said with a laugh. “I got a present for you,” he said, taking out a small package.

“What’s that? Can I have it now?” Hamish said, moving down the couch to be close to Adam.

“Yeah, open it,” Adam said, handing it over, grinning.

Hamish looked up at Adam before tearing open the paper to find a smallish box. “What’s in here?” he said.

“Open it and see. I had it made special,” Adam said.

The sound Hamish made when he saw what was in the box made his heart melt. Hamish squeed when he saw the collar. He picked it up, gazing at it reverently. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Wide black leather, spikes that made their presence known but didn’t take over, and a lovely D-ring at the front that Hamish knew would get a lot of use.

“How much did it cost? Looks like it was pretty expensive,” Hamish said once he could speak.

“It doesn’t matter. Early Christmas present,” Adam said.

“What’s it made out of? That’s not leather is it? What are the spikes made of?” Hamish said.

“That’s genuine leather. Waterproof leather. The spikes are titanium, the d-ring is stainless steel. Look at the tag,” Adam said.

Hamish suddenly noticed the name tag hanging from the d-ring. “‘Hamish, belonging to Adam.’ That’s sweet,” he said, reading the words engraved on the metal.

“Turn it over,” Adam said.

Hamish glanced at him and turned the tag over. “‘For the most beautiful creature in the world.’ Adam, you didn’t need to do this-”

“It was worth it. Nothing makes me happier than your happiness. Put it on for me, will you?” Adam said, giving Hamish the most irresistibly adorable pleading look.

With a wide grin, Hamish unbuckled the collar and put it on, getting shivers up his spine as the cool leather touched his neck. It was stiff, stiffer than his old collar, probably because it was new. It felt so right, so perfect, not too heavy, not too thick it choked him. Adam knew how Hamish liked his collar to be, and it was stunning.

“Like it?” Hamish said, looking up at Adam.

“It looks so much more beautiful on you than when you were just holding it. Come here,” Adam said, pulling Hamish to his feet as he pressed them into a hard kiss, hugging him tightly.

They broke apart, panting heavily, and everything felt so wonderful Hamish felt like crying, but didn’t want to, it didn’t feel like the right time yet. There was something he felt needed to be taken care of before he could get away with crying with joy, though he didn’t think Adam would mind if he did right now.

“Can we get wet now? If I don’t fuck you right now, I’ll go crazy,” Hamish said with a grin.

“Get in there then. If you’re good, I might even let you wash my wings,” Adam said.

“Oh fuck. You’d let me wash your wings?” Hamish said.

“Well, you have to learn somehow, and I’m sure you’ll quickly discover how much fun it is,” Adam said, pulling away from Hamish and backing towards the bathroom.

“Like it was ever only going to be simply washing your wings. I know what you can do with those fucking wings,” Hamish said, following him.

“And some things you don’t know. Why aren’t you naked yet?” Adam said, peeling his own clothes off.

“Can’t a guy sit back and watch his boyfriend strip?” Hamish said.

“Enough talk, get in there. You’re getting wet now,” Adam said, pulling him into the shower by his wrist.

Hamish was pulled into the shower proper where Adam took little time in getting them both wet. The cold water crashed onto them, completely at odds with the heat of their bodies. Adam pulled Hamish into a tight hug, teasing him with his wings. Hamish found himself suddenly pressed against his lover, wet lips pinned against his own, Adam’s flight feathers tickling the back of his legs. Slowly, Adam’s wings spread to wrap around them both, making Hamish feel as though he was being wrapped in a warm blanket, albeit one made of wet feathers. Something inside Hamish exploded. There was something about Adam’s touch that Hamish just loved, not that he’d ever been able to articulate just what that was. He couldn’t help grabbing onto him, glad to be with him at last.

”I love you so much,” was all Hamish managed to say as the cold water poured all over him, running down his body, adding an icy sensation to the heat forcing its way to the surface of his skin.

Adam went to reply, but his voice didn’t want to speak. Instead, he cut Hamish off with a kiss, wet hands sliding around his throat. Hamish gasped as he felt Adam’s hands moving against his skin, fingers trailing across his shoulders. Hamish moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling through Adam’s wings to wrap around him. Slowly, Adam guided Hamish’s kisses down his chest until he was kneeling on the ground before him, still planting kisses onto the older man’s skin. Adam held him tightly, relishing the contact with his lover.

Before Hamish could do what he instinctively wanted to do, kneeling as he was before him, Adam grabbed his arms and made him look up at him.

“What’s the matter?” Hamish said.

“Will you wash me?” Adam said.

“Certainly, Master,” Hamish said, taking one of Adam’s hands in his and kissing it gently.

Adam was blown away by his soft kisses. It took great strength to force his voice to speak.

“Could you start with my wings?” Adam said, smiling down at him.

“You want me to wash your wings, Adam?” Hamish said. Truthfully, Hamish was happy to oblige. It wasn’t often Hamish got to wash him, especially not his wings. But he wanted to make sure. He didn’t want to mess it up. Adam, just like every winged human, was proud of his wings.

“Yeah, I mean, if you want to. I’ll help you if you like,” Adam said.

“Well then, how can I refuse?” Hamish said.

Adam smiled down at him and helped Hamish to his feet. Adam pulled Hamish into a tight hug before he let Hamish get started. Hamish carefully lathered the wings with the soap Adam handed him, being careful not to mess up the feathers too much. Adam hadn’t asked him to, but Hamish insisted on paying detailed attention to each feather, running it between his hands as he lathered them.

Adam was soon purrgrowling with delight at Hamish’s gentle touch. Soon he was leaning against the wall as Hamish cleaned his wings, unable to stand just how erotic Hamish was making the whole experience. He’d never had his wings cleaned like this before. He knew Hamish would know what to do once he got started.

Adam suddenly felt Hamish press up against him, arms slinking around his chest, fingers reaching for that nipple ring of his Hamish so loved to play with. Adam could feel him behind him, knew he was as turned on by all this as he was, wondered distantly how Hamish could stop himself from taking him right there against the shower wall, which Adam had to admit he would very much enjoy. All he could hear was his breathing, Hamish’s breathing and the water, Hamish’s fingers distracting him from his attempts at trying to goad Hamish into fucking him right then. He tried to encourage Hamish to take charge once in a while, but just as he was about to goad him, Hamish pressed his lips against his ear, licking the wet skin briefly before speaking.

“We’ll get to the sex later,” was all Hamish whispered to him.

Adam groaned in frustration. Hamish still had another wing to do and Adam wasn’t sure he could hold off that long. Although, Adam did think he deserved it for all the times he’d teased Hamish like this. It was only fair the boy got his own back. But he was really trying his patience when he started paying special attention to that spot between his wings, planting soft kisses and gentle caresses there. But before Adam could get settled into those sensations, assuming such a state was possible, Hamish had started on the other wing, making Adam groan again. Hamish was being a right tease, which, Adam supposed, he had every right to be. He was only doing to Adam what Adam had mostly done to him.

Adam endured Hamish’s careful attention to his wing, only barely managing to hang on before he turned his attention to the rest of his body, soaping him down with those gentle hands of his. Hamish half-washed him, half-massaged him, and by the time he was finished, Adam did feel very relaxed indeed.

Before he knew what had hit him, he yelped in joy as he found himself pressed against the shower wall, Hamish pushing his way inside him. He had so wanted Hamish to do just that to him. Hamish had an arm wrapped around his chest, his free hand doing its own form of cock teasing. Both took little time to come, and both came hard, Hamish collapsing against him. Adam secretly loved Hamish taking charge of him so easily. It made everything feel so much better, and it wasn’t often Adam let someone else top.

Collapsed against each other against the shower wall, Hamish simply clung onto Adam, relishing this chance to be with him at last. Hamish let Adam turn around to face him. Adam couldn’t help kissing him, more appreciative than he thought he could ever articulate. As they broke apart, Adam lifted a hand to brush Hamish’s hair out of his eyes. Hamish had to giggle at this, knowing his hair was probably a mess, but he was too happy right now to care. Adam left the water running cold. They both needed to cool down after that.

”Merry Christmas,” Adam said.

“Christmas isn’t for another two weeks,” Hamish said, trying not to giggle.

“Who said we can’t get started early, hmm?” Adam said, brushing a finger against the collar.

“God, you amaze me every day with how wonderful you are. I’m so lucky to have you,” Hamish said, thankful the water was quickly washing his tears away. He couldn’t fool Adam though.

“Don’t cry, love,” Adam said, wiping the water out of Hamish’s eyes.

“I’m not sad, it’s just – everything’s so fucking perfect right now,” Hamish said.

“It’ll always be perfect when you’re around,” Adam said.

Hamish didn’t respond, bringing him into a tight hug, burying his head in his neck, still able to breathe in Adam’s scent, the smell so incredibly familiar and calming Hamish didn’t think he’d ever forget it.

“I love you so much. Don’t you dare go get yourself killed out there,” Hamish said.

“They can’t catch me, no matter how hard they try. Don’t worry about me. I’ll never leave you. Now stop worrying about that. Just feel the moment, right now. Us. That’s all that matters right now,” Adam said.

Hamish thought about replying, but didn’t, content to hold him tightly as the water crashed down on them, washing everything away.