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wolfanfics) wrote2008-10-12 10:26 pm
wolfanfics) wrote2008-10-12 10:26 pm
Adam/Hamish: Dance With Me?
Title: Dance With Me?
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Starring: Adam Hills, Hamish Blake
Pairings: Adam/Hamish
Prompt: #30 Exhibitionist
Word Count: 1,922
Warnings: smuttiness, drunkeness, swearing
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Author's Notes: Yes, this references a rather ancient episode. I apologise for taking so long to finish this. XD Though I'm not entirely happy with the ending, which I lost because Word crashed on me and I couldn't remember what on earth I'd written. So this will have to do.
Author’s Notes II: Hamish’s mask. Adam’s mask. Also, you may be more familiar with Scaramouche than Scaramuccia. :P
Summary: Hamish, Adam and dancing, with mentions of leather pants, smut and the sort of things not appropriate to broadcast at 8:30pm on a Wednesday night on the ABC. Oh, and topless pole dancing with Hamish. XD
Dance With Me?
When Adam had suggested that he and Hamish get up and dance, the first thing that came to Hamish’s mind was not at all appropriate. He should not be thinking smutty thoughts in the middle of a taping, especially not ones involving turning the set into a gay disco, with laser lights and loud music and a smoke machine so he and Adam could grind together in the middle of the stage, with Adam clad in those tight leather pants of his that Hamish always found very difficult to stop touching.
But, alas, his gay disco fantasy would just have to wait til later, Hamish decided, as he got up to show off his dance moves. He thought his attempts were pretty good, but Adam was prepared, and Hamish was quite happy to watch him, trying not to make it look like he was staring at his arse the whole time, even if he was imagining him in leather pants again.
He especially had to fight the urge to grab Adam’s hand and pull him close, pressing against him. He didn’t think Adam would appreciate that. Well, no, he would, just not right at that particular point in time. Adam was always scolding Hamish for his tendency to think inappropriate thoughts at inappropriate times. Neither of them needed to be reminded of what they’d be doing after the show too early, or it would be a very long taping indeed, and it was hardly appropriate for them both to disappear, even for a short time, to work off that sexual tension. Hamish, however, was of the opinion that their shows were always better with sexual tension than without, but try telling Adam that. Most of the time it didn't even matter. Sexual tension seemed to be their default manner of interaction and neither quite managed to stop flirting with each other, no matter how many times Adam scolded them.
Hamish had insisted they go out dancing afterwards instead of just going to the pub and getting pissed like always. Hamish wanted his Adam all to himself and led him away in a taxi to a club where they could dance and be anonymous. It was a converted warehouse, and if not completely gay, then definitely queer. It was crowded and noisy and filled with all manner of people dancing the night away.
“Do I even want to know how you know about this place?” Adam said as they approached the door.
“I have friends. That’s all you need to know,” Hamish said.
After a quick catch-up with one of the bouncers, they were let in and found themselves in a glowing narrow corridor. The reception desk that greeted them seemed a little odd. The wall was covered in masks of almost every design conceivable. Hamish leant against the desk and looked back at Adam.
“Go on, pick one, or I’ll pick one for you,” Hamish said with a grin.
Adam looked at the masks. “You pick one for me.”
“Hey Suzy,” Hamish said, turned to speak to the woman behind the desk.
“Back again, Hamish?” Suzy said, smiling up at him.
“Of course. I can’t resist a chance to see you again, my friend,” Hamish said with a grin. “Been well?”
“Yeah, keeping busy. I see you’ve brought company. He’s cute,” Suzy said.
“And all mine, love. I see you’ve kept my mask for me,” Hamish said, seeing his favourite deep red and gold Venetian Scaramuccia mask sitting on the desk, waiting for him.
“Well, you did say you were coming tonight. Thought I’d have it out for you when you came. Which one does your cute friend want?” Suzy said, handing Hamish the mask.
“Ooh, give him… Give him that black-feathered gold piume one up there on the right,” Hamish said, gazing up at the wall of masks to pick one for Adam.
Suzy climbs a short ladder and retrieves the mask. “Here you go, sir. Oh, and can you both sign in for me?” She hands Adam the mask as he approaches the desk and stands next to Hamish.
“Sure, anything for you, love,” Hamish said.
“Here, just write the mask number, date and sign it,” Suzy said, handing them a small log book and a pen.
Dutifully signing the register, Hamish thanked Suzy and put his mask on. “How do I look?”
“Quite grotesque. I hope that’s the look you were going for,” Adam said as he signed the register.
“Not a traditional characteristic of Scaramuccia, but thanks. Come on, get your mask on and let’s go. And don’t forget we’re nameless, faceless creatures of the night now,” Hamish said.
“Um, sure. Scara-what?” Adam slid the mask on and adjusted the ties.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain later when we’re back at your place and I’m all sleepy and drunk and happy, okay?” Hamish said.
“I thought we weren't getting drunk tonight,” Adam said.
“You will once you discover how good the bar is,” Hamish said.
“I'll reserve my judgement on that. Let's get in there then,” Adam said, wrapping an arm around Hamish’s shoulder.
The club itself was huge, and everyone wore masks. It was like a masque ball, but without the giant ball gowns, petite music, and other such niceties. In here, it was raw Bacchanalian debauchery at its finest.
“This way, love. I’ll buy you a drink,” Hamish said, grabbing Adam’s hand and dragging him over to the bar.
It was metallic and shining, with blue fluoro lights underneath the bench. The bar stools were stylised and made from steel, with wooden seats carved into fluid designs. Row after row of bottles filled with various alcoholic beverages lined the back of the bar, reflecting off the mirrored surface behind them.
“What do you want?” Hamish said.
“Uh, a beer’d be nice,” Adam said.
“No way. You can’t have beer in here. Pick something else,” Hamish said.
“Oh, well, then. Um, make it something shiny, I suppose, and make it strong,” Adam said, not really fussed as long as it was alcoholic.
Hamish gave him a quick kiss before turning to the barman and ordering drinks for them. With the loud music it was hard to hear what he’d ordered, but the drink that appeared seemed to do the trick. It had three different coloured layers and a pink umbrella in a curvy, shapely glass. Adam thought it highly appropriate for the club they were in. It had a sharp, fruity taste and was altogether far too nice a drink. Then the alcohol hit and Adam indeed had gotten the drink he’d wanted.
Hamish smiled and chinked their glasses together. Adam leaned back and soaked in the atmosphere. Adam finally had time to see what the club was like. It was a strange club indeed.
The décor was, well, eccentric to say the least. There was no defining theme. One corner was done up like a tropical paradise. Another was a sci-fi inspired android theme. There was even a mediaeval corner, with jesters, kings and queens. Indeed, this section took up the main stage and did seem to encompass the overall theme of the place. There were three smaller bars in other corners, away from the main bar, while dancers gyrated around poles, in cages, and with each other all over the place. The main stage was empty for now.
“Come on, let's dance,” Hamish said, speaking into Adam's ear.
Adam turned to look at him and finished his drink. “What an excellent idea,” he said, grinning.
Leaving their empty glasses behind, Hamish grabbed Adam's hands and dragged him towards the dancers. Finally, Hamish got his chance to pull Adam close to him and get his hands on those damn leather pants. Pity Hamish's mask was so pointy. Hamish had to content himself with resting his head on Adam's shoulder, his hands finally free to grope his arse obscenely. The feathers from Adam's mask tickled the back of his neck. He closed his eyes as he felt Adam's hands exploring.
The music was pounding through their bodies. It was a pulse feeding the intensity of emotions, lust and desire, going close to creating a trance-like environment that had everyone moving in time to the beat even as they moved in different ways.
Hamish turned around to grind against Adam, an arm reaching back to hold him close. Adam grabbed his hips, enjoying the induced lust as he grew ever harder. Hamish was being a right fucking tease. He was sliding his hands down Adam's body in an almost unbearable manner.
“If you keep this up, I might have to find a dark corner and savage you,” Adam said harshly.
Hamish turned around again and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “That, my dear, was the point,” he said, flicking his tongue out to Adam's ear.
Adam didn't waste his breath in response as he began to get his own back. Hamish would soon discover just how good at slutty dancing Adam was.
Hamish did discover this fact. It only took another drink before Adam pulled his shirt off and jumped up onto one of the podiums with glittering silver poles and very quickkly induced Hamish to join him. Hamish had acquired some oil and with them both now shirtless, Hamish ran his slick hands all over his body.
Adam leaned back against the pole and slid down it. Hamish stood over him and pulled him up, kissing him harshly as he pinned him against the pole, sliding his mask up momentarily. Adam squeezed his arse and thrust against him gently, thoroughly enjoying the dance.
“You are gonna get yourself in trouble, mister,” Hamish whispered.
“I bloody well hope so,” Adam whispered back, nibbling on his collar bone.
“Easy, boy. We're not done here yet.” Hamish licked his cheek and stepped around behind him again, hands groping his chest.
Adam groaned as one of Hamish's hands slid down his chest to slip inside his pants. Hamish was enjoying being the one doing the teasing, until Adam reached back to stroke his groin. Hamish bit his neck in annoyance. Hamish didn't want Adam getting one over him.
Several drinks and much dancing later, Hamish punished Adam for having superior slutdancing skills by dragging him home at last. They handed their masks back and hailed a taxi. They couldn't get home soon enough.
Getting home meant staggering inside, slamming the door shut, and somehow finding their way to the bed, discarding their clothes as they went. With the foreplay left at the club, there wasn't much left to do but release all the damn tension. Adam kissed him and hugged him close. Hamish appreciated being able to kiss him back, now freed from his albeit lovely Scaramuccia mask.
“Now why didn't you tell me about that club before, hmm?” Adam drawled, smiling lazily at him.
“You never asked, silly. Besides, why spoil all my fun? Oh, and you're not allowed to entice me into dancing on your show ever again,” Hamish said.
“I think I might now if this is the response it gets,” Adam said.
“Damn you and your damn leather pants,” Hamish muttered.
Adam just laughed and kissed Hamish again. And that was as far as their conversation got as their hands went straight for their cocks. But before they'd even got to the sex, they'd both fallen asleep, arms wrapped around each other. Adam had managed to pull the blankets over them before his eyes remained closed and he drifted off.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Starring: Adam Hills, Hamish Blake
Pairings: Adam/Hamish
Prompt: #30 Exhibitionist
Word Count: 1,922
Warnings: smuttiness, drunkeness, swearing
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Author's Notes: Yes, this references a rather ancient episode. I apologise for taking so long to finish this. XD Though I'm not entirely happy with the ending, which I lost because Word crashed on me and I couldn't remember what on earth I'd written. So this will have to do.
Author’s Notes II: Hamish’s mask. Adam’s mask. Also, you may be more familiar with Scaramouche than Scaramuccia. :P
Summary: Hamish, Adam and dancing, with mentions of leather pants, smut and the sort of things not appropriate to broadcast at 8:30pm on a Wednesday night on the ABC. Oh, and topless pole dancing with Hamish. XD
Dance With Me?
When Adam had suggested that he and Hamish get up and dance, the first thing that came to Hamish’s mind was not at all appropriate. He should not be thinking smutty thoughts in the middle of a taping, especially not ones involving turning the set into a gay disco, with laser lights and loud music and a smoke machine so he and Adam could grind together in the middle of the stage, with Adam clad in those tight leather pants of his that Hamish always found very difficult to stop touching.
But, alas, his gay disco fantasy would just have to wait til later, Hamish decided, as he got up to show off his dance moves. He thought his attempts were pretty good, but Adam was prepared, and Hamish was quite happy to watch him, trying not to make it look like he was staring at his arse the whole time, even if he was imagining him in leather pants again.
He especially had to fight the urge to grab Adam’s hand and pull him close, pressing against him. He didn’t think Adam would appreciate that. Well, no, he would, just not right at that particular point in time. Adam was always scolding Hamish for his tendency to think inappropriate thoughts at inappropriate times. Neither of them needed to be reminded of what they’d be doing after the show too early, or it would be a very long taping indeed, and it was hardly appropriate for them both to disappear, even for a short time, to work off that sexual tension. Hamish, however, was of the opinion that their shows were always better with sexual tension than without, but try telling Adam that. Most of the time it didn't even matter. Sexual tension seemed to be their default manner of interaction and neither quite managed to stop flirting with each other, no matter how many times Adam scolded them.
Hamish had insisted they go out dancing afterwards instead of just going to the pub and getting pissed like always. Hamish wanted his Adam all to himself and led him away in a taxi to a club where they could dance and be anonymous. It was a converted warehouse, and if not completely gay, then definitely queer. It was crowded and noisy and filled with all manner of people dancing the night away.
“Do I even want to know how you know about this place?” Adam said as they approached the door.
“I have friends. That’s all you need to know,” Hamish said.
After a quick catch-up with one of the bouncers, they were let in and found themselves in a glowing narrow corridor. The reception desk that greeted them seemed a little odd. The wall was covered in masks of almost every design conceivable. Hamish leant against the desk and looked back at Adam.
“Go on, pick one, or I’ll pick one for you,” Hamish said with a grin.
Adam looked at the masks. “You pick one for me.”
“Hey Suzy,” Hamish said, turned to speak to the woman behind the desk.
“Back again, Hamish?” Suzy said, smiling up at him.
“Of course. I can’t resist a chance to see you again, my friend,” Hamish said with a grin. “Been well?”
“Yeah, keeping busy. I see you’ve brought company. He’s cute,” Suzy said.
“And all mine, love. I see you’ve kept my mask for me,” Hamish said, seeing his favourite deep red and gold Venetian Scaramuccia mask sitting on the desk, waiting for him.
“Well, you did say you were coming tonight. Thought I’d have it out for you when you came. Which one does your cute friend want?” Suzy said, handing Hamish the mask.
“Ooh, give him… Give him that black-feathered gold piume one up there on the right,” Hamish said, gazing up at the wall of masks to pick one for Adam.
Suzy climbs a short ladder and retrieves the mask. “Here you go, sir. Oh, and can you both sign in for me?” She hands Adam the mask as he approaches the desk and stands next to Hamish.
“Sure, anything for you, love,” Hamish said.
“Here, just write the mask number, date and sign it,” Suzy said, handing them a small log book and a pen.
Dutifully signing the register, Hamish thanked Suzy and put his mask on. “How do I look?”
“Quite grotesque. I hope that’s the look you were going for,” Adam said as he signed the register.
“Not a traditional characteristic of Scaramuccia, but thanks. Come on, get your mask on and let’s go. And don’t forget we’re nameless, faceless creatures of the night now,” Hamish said.
“Um, sure. Scara-what?” Adam slid the mask on and adjusted the ties.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain later when we’re back at your place and I’m all sleepy and drunk and happy, okay?” Hamish said.
“I thought we weren't getting drunk tonight,” Adam said.
“You will once you discover how good the bar is,” Hamish said.
“I'll reserve my judgement on that. Let's get in there then,” Adam said, wrapping an arm around Hamish’s shoulder.
The club itself was huge, and everyone wore masks. It was like a masque ball, but without the giant ball gowns, petite music, and other such niceties. In here, it was raw Bacchanalian debauchery at its finest.
“This way, love. I’ll buy you a drink,” Hamish said, grabbing Adam’s hand and dragging him over to the bar.
It was metallic and shining, with blue fluoro lights underneath the bench. The bar stools were stylised and made from steel, with wooden seats carved into fluid designs. Row after row of bottles filled with various alcoholic beverages lined the back of the bar, reflecting off the mirrored surface behind them.
“What do you want?” Hamish said.
“Uh, a beer’d be nice,” Adam said.
“No way. You can’t have beer in here. Pick something else,” Hamish said.
“Oh, well, then. Um, make it something shiny, I suppose, and make it strong,” Adam said, not really fussed as long as it was alcoholic.
Hamish gave him a quick kiss before turning to the barman and ordering drinks for them. With the loud music it was hard to hear what he’d ordered, but the drink that appeared seemed to do the trick. It had three different coloured layers and a pink umbrella in a curvy, shapely glass. Adam thought it highly appropriate for the club they were in. It had a sharp, fruity taste and was altogether far too nice a drink. Then the alcohol hit and Adam indeed had gotten the drink he’d wanted.
Hamish smiled and chinked their glasses together. Adam leaned back and soaked in the atmosphere. Adam finally had time to see what the club was like. It was a strange club indeed.
The décor was, well, eccentric to say the least. There was no defining theme. One corner was done up like a tropical paradise. Another was a sci-fi inspired android theme. There was even a mediaeval corner, with jesters, kings and queens. Indeed, this section took up the main stage and did seem to encompass the overall theme of the place. There were three smaller bars in other corners, away from the main bar, while dancers gyrated around poles, in cages, and with each other all over the place. The main stage was empty for now.
“Come on, let's dance,” Hamish said, speaking into Adam's ear.
Adam turned to look at him and finished his drink. “What an excellent idea,” he said, grinning.
Leaving their empty glasses behind, Hamish grabbed Adam's hands and dragged him towards the dancers. Finally, Hamish got his chance to pull Adam close to him and get his hands on those damn leather pants. Pity Hamish's mask was so pointy. Hamish had to content himself with resting his head on Adam's shoulder, his hands finally free to grope his arse obscenely. The feathers from Adam's mask tickled the back of his neck. He closed his eyes as he felt Adam's hands exploring.
The music was pounding through their bodies. It was a pulse feeding the intensity of emotions, lust and desire, going close to creating a trance-like environment that had everyone moving in time to the beat even as they moved in different ways.
Hamish turned around to grind against Adam, an arm reaching back to hold him close. Adam grabbed his hips, enjoying the induced lust as he grew ever harder. Hamish was being a right fucking tease. He was sliding his hands down Adam's body in an almost unbearable manner.
“If you keep this up, I might have to find a dark corner and savage you,” Adam said harshly.
Hamish turned around again and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “That, my dear, was the point,” he said, flicking his tongue out to Adam's ear.
Adam didn't waste his breath in response as he began to get his own back. Hamish would soon discover just how good at slutty dancing Adam was.
Hamish did discover this fact. It only took another drink before Adam pulled his shirt off and jumped up onto one of the podiums with glittering silver poles and very quickkly induced Hamish to join him. Hamish had acquired some oil and with them both now shirtless, Hamish ran his slick hands all over his body.
Adam leaned back against the pole and slid down it. Hamish stood over him and pulled him up, kissing him harshly as he pinned him against the pole, sliding his mask up momentarily. Adam squeezed his arse and thrust against him gently, thoroughly enjoying the dance.
“You are gonna get yourself in trouble, mister,” Hamish whispered.
“I bloody well hope so,” Adam whispered back, nibbling on his collar bone.
“Easy, boy. We're not done here yet.” Hamish licked his cheek and stepped around behind him again, hands groping his chest.
Adam groaned as one of Hamish's hands slid down his chest to slip inside his pants. Hamish was enjoying being the one doing the teasing, until Adam reached back to stroke his groin. Hamish bit his neck in annoyance. Hamish didn't want Adam getting one over him.
Several drinks and much dancing later, Hamish punished Adam for having superior slutdancing skills by dragging him home at last. They handed their masks back and hailed a taxi. They couldn't get home soon enough.
Getting home meant staggering inside, slamming the door shut, and somehow finding their way to the bed, discarding their clothes as they went. With the foreplay left at the club, there wasn't much left to do but release all the damn tension. Adam kissed him and hugged him close. Hamish appreciated being able to kiss him back, now freed from his albeit lovely Scaramuccia mask.
“Now why didn't you tell me about that club before, hmm?” Adam drawled, smiling lazily at him.
“You never asked, silly. Besides, why spoil all my fun? Oh, and you're not allowed to entice me into dancing on your show ever again,” Hamish said.
“I think I might now if this is the response it gets,” Adam said.
“Damn you and your damn leather pants,” Hamish muttered.
Adam just laughed and kissed Hamish again. And that was as far as their conversation got as their hands went straight for their cocks. But before they'd even got to the sex, they'd both fallen asleep, arms wrapped around each other. Adam had managed to pull the blankets over them before his eyes remained closed and he drifted off.
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They are so damn adorable. Up until the S&S Behind The Scenes special last week, I'd forgotten just how much I adore Admish. :D
Also, have you heard about the S&S Christmas DVD coming out? I will murder someone if it doesn't have the 2005 one. :P
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Yeah, that episode was awesomely adorable. I uploaded it for another friend of mine, so if you do want a decent download, check my lj. :P
Aye I did hear about that! I have plans to stalk the ABC shop in town and see if I can't find it. That, and I need my Double the Fist s2 DVD. XD I hope it does have the 2005 ep though. I'd love to see that kiss in DVD quality on my TV screen again. Though I'd love it if the whole DVD was just that kiss, looped for an hour or two. XD