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The Glass House: Chapter Eight
Title: The Glass House
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderfulrana_narsilion <3
Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas;
Word Count: 2,832
Chapter: 8/28 [Previous]
Warnings: smut, kink, language, Craig being a prick, hell, everyone being a prick
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: The Wet Kinky Admish Shower Sex Scene That Did Not Go To Plan. No, really, I lost control of this scene. No one did as they were told. This is the result.
Chapter Eight
Adam was halfway out the door when Hamish caught up, but still lost out as Adam used his wings to slow Hamish down, which Hamish thought was a very dirty trick indeed. Not for the first time did Hamish wish he had wings as lovely as Adam’s.
By the time they reached the bathroom, which was a communal one to maximise space usage, Hamish was almost out of breath. Adam was waiting for him by their locker, grinning at him.
“Look who lost again,” Adam joked.
“Hey, no fair. You know this is the first time I’ve been here,” Hamish said, deliberately sounding extra whiny just to annoy him.
“You totally could’ve used the time I was away to explore instead of sleep,” Adam said. “Now, enough whingeing, I wanna see you wet and naked,” he said, grabbing Hamish’s wrist.
The narrator once again shakes her head at her main characters and their urge to have sex at the most inconvenient times. How apt that the narrator is listening to NIN’s Closer at the moment. Perfect song for a bit of smut. Although the narrator expresses her delight at Adam and Hamish finally getting together at last. Not that she didn’t mind Adam/Wil or Adam/Seb, but she has to admit Adam/Hamish is totally hot and very much lacking in the story so far.
Hamish was pulled into the shower proper where Adam took little time in getting them both naked. Hamish was quietly relieved there was no one else there. Showering with other guys alone was bad enough. Having to do it when Adam was feeling horny was even worse. Maybe Adam had planned it that way, so they weren’t disturbed.
Adam pulled Hamish into a tight hug, teasing him with his wings. Hamish found himself suddenly pulled under hot water, 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. He couldn’t help grabbing onto him, glad to be with him at last.
Charles, stop giving me kinky ideas for you boys in a dungeon. I don’t need any help from you to get those ideas, thank you very much. If you boys end up in a dungeon in this story, I can guarantee it won’t be pleasant. You will probably end up dead. Or badly tortured, and not in a kinky way either. So be quiet. You’re interrupting my Admish smut.
Dammit, Charles, you’ve infiltrated my plain shower smut with kinkiness. No, Adam, Hamish can’t have a collar. No, it’s supposed to be hot and wet, not wet and leather-infused. Damn you buying into my love of leather, you bitch. Why must it be wet and kinky? How is this at all relevant to the plot? Oh, shush, just write, will you? Craig, why do you suddenly want me to write smut not involving – no, you can’t join in. No, absolutely not. Why must you fuck up my lovely cute hot Admish shower smut? Fuck off, Craig. I want in. Hell no. Oh, go on. I’m not going this entire novel without sex. You will if I say you will. I won’t stop bugging you until I get sex. Then you’ll be begging me the entire time. They don’t want you barging in. How do you know? Have you asked them? I don’t need to. Hey, I though I told you to fuck off? Get out of the bathroom. Stop walking towards them. No, quit it, Craig. I mean it. I ain’t going anywhere. Craig wants sex now. Then Craig can go find someone else to fuck. Then why is Adam grinning at me and inviting me into his arms? Because you’re all being very disobedient characters and if you don’t start behaving then I’ll be forced to have one or more of you killed. But that’s inevitable anyway, given what you have planned for the ending. Shut up.
“Will you quit arguing and let me get on with this?” Adam said.
Please tell me you’re actually alright with this. What about Hamish? Since when could you hear my narration?
“Hamish likes it, don’t you Ham?” Adam said. “And since when Craig decided to piss off and let me be the main character. But by all means argue with the whelp.”
Adam, be quiet. Get on with things. And no, that doesn’t mean sex with Hamish and Craig.
“Hmm? What do I like?” Hamish said, only half paying attention as he wasn’t able to hear the narration.
“Craig wants to join us, love. Is that alright?” Adam said, grabbing Hamish by the waist and pulling him close.
Hamish looked at Craig standing by the wall, grinning at them, conveniently naked, his wings gleaming. “Um, do I have a choice in the matter?” he said.
“Of course. But Adam knows what I can do, don’t you Adam darling?” Craig said, stalking up to them. He brushed a hand against Hamish’s arm, sidling up to Adam.
Hamish shot a glance at Adam. “What’s he talking about?” he said, his mind once again plagued with doubts about Adam’s loyalty. Don’t worry, Hamish, love, he might sleep around, but he’ll always come back to you. And if he doesn’t, he’ll have me to answer to.
Once again the narrator questions the relevance of this scene.
“Oh, it’s nothing, love. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you,” Adam said. “And stop threatening me. Why does everyone have to question that?”
I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t feel the need to fuck every cute boy with wings.
“Oh, shush,” Adam said.
I notice Craig hasn’t gifted me your thoughts, though.
“Go kick Craig for that, will you? He’s beginning to annoy me,” Adam said.
Go kick him yourself if he’s bugging you that much.
“Who are you talking to, Adam?” Hamish said.
“I’ve started hearing the narration. Sorry about that. She can’t hear my thoughts though. And she’s still arguing with Craig,” Adam said.
“Right. Seriously, I think that ‘hearing the narration’ thing is overrated. You sound like you’re talking to yourself,” Hamish said.
Can we get on with this? Please?
“Yeah, get on with it, Ham,” Adam said.
“Fine,” Hamish said. He got his mind back to the situation at hand. He looked torn. He wasn’t completely unopposed to the idea, since Adam was here too, but it was never something he’d done before, and he wasn’t sure he could stand it. “I don’t know, I-” he hesitated, looking at them both.
“I brought your collar, love. Want this to get a bit kinky, hmm?” Adam said.
Hamish melted at that. The look Adam gave him won him over as he offered his collar to him. “Dammit, you know me far too well,” Hamish cursed.
“So that’s a yes then, hmm?” Adam grinned.
“Oh why not? Just – ease me into this. I’ve never done this before, and-”
Adam cut him off with a kiss, wet hands sliding his collar around his throat. Hamish gasped as he felt Adam’s hands moving against his skin. Adam held him close to his chest once he’d done buckling up the collar – a slightly more waterproof version of Hamish’s actual collar; Adam had been planning this for a long time. Not the threesome with Craig, obviously, but the kinky shower sex at any rate.
Hamish moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling through Adam’s wings, just before he felt another set of arms close around him and wet lips planting kisses on the back of his neck. Hamish felt a tad special, having two winged humans touching him so intimately, although he was a bit wigged out at that other person being Craig. Bodies and wings filled Hamish’s vision, touching him everywhere, making Hamish wonder if he’d actually died and gone to heaven. Oh, Gods that sounds cheesy, doesn’t it? Dammit, Craig, this is all your fault. Less talking, more fucking. Shut up. Stop sounding like Paul.
Hamish was surprised to find his hands cuffed above the shower. Stop it, guys. Sorry about this. Craig, honey, this isn’t working. Fuck off now, will you? You’re wrecking my pretty smut. Fine, but I want sex, one way or another. I don’t care who you pair me with, as long as it’s Chris. Yeah, that’d be right. Just piss off and let me rewrite this bit without you. Give me a boyfriend, dammit! Be quiet and fuck off. You get one later on. That's no comfort. Want sex now. Go fuck someone else then. I hate you. So very much. Yes, I love you too, Craig, dear.
Right, so Adam cut Hamish off with a kiss, wet hands sliding his collar around his throat. Hamish gasped as he felt Adam’s hands moving against his skin. Adam held him close to his chest once he’d done buckling up the collar – a slightly more waterproof version of Hamish’s actual collar; Adam had been planning this for a long time. Not the threesome with Craig, obviously, but the kinky shower sex at any rate.
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.
“Could you start with my wings?” Adam said.
“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 as the narrator once again resists the urge to use emoticons.
“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 suddenly felt Hamish pressed 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. He tried to encourage Hamish to take charge once in a while, but just as he was about to taunt Hamish into taking him, Hamish spoke.
“We’ll get to the sex later,” was all Hamish whispered to him, licking his cheek teasingly.
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, 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. He almost yelped in joy when 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, Adam secretly loving 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. It had been a while, and Hamish was glad to see Adam wasn’t grieving so badly he couldn’t let Hamish help comfort him. Hamish let Adam turn around to face him. Adam couldn’t help kissing him, more grateful that 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.
“Thank you,” Adam said.
“What for?” Hamish said.
Adam just smiled. “Nothing,” he said, unable to find the right way to express his gratitude.
Hamish just kissed him again, somehow knowing what Adam was trying to say.
“You gonna be alright now?” Hamish said once they broke apart again.
“Yeah, I think so. Just – help me. Don’t let me get so caught up with revenge I forget why we’re fighting,” Adam said.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen. You know you can talk to me about anything, yeah?” Hamish said.
“Yeah, I know. Hey, we’d better get back out there. I still have to talk to Wil about what we’re planning. You’re good at sidetracking me, you are,” Adam said.
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Hamish said with a smirk.
“How could I when you were being such a tease?” Adam countered.
“I learnt it all from you, love,” Hamish said.
“And I learnt it from the master,” Adam said as he pulled away from him, going to get dried off, deliberately not mentioning exactly who he’d learnt it from, just to spite Hamish.
“Hey, get back here,” Hamish said, following him once he’d turned the shower off.
“The rebellion won’t plan itself, you know, and since Seb wants me to lead, it would be a good idea to know what he has planned, since he refuses to tell me. I ask and all I get in response is, “Go talk to Wil,” so that’s what I’m going to do,” Adam said.
“Are you going to leave me to hang around on my own? Or are you going to give me something to do? Don’t you trust me enough to let me help with this?” Hamish said, trying not to sound whiny or hurt.
“Yeah, I was only keeping you out of it before because I didn’t want you getting hurt. Now that we’ll probably be living here til the rebellion, it’s safer to tell you things. Come on then. Get dressed if you want to come with me,” Adam said with a grin.
With a big grin, Hamish dried off and dressed quickly, following Adam out to the large meeting room where Wil was waiting for them with Rachel, Antoinette, Julian and Craig.
“There, see I told you being with Hamish would do you good, didn’t I?” Wil said as they approached.
“Yeah, did me a world of good. Thanks for that,” Adam said. “Isn’t it about time you told me Seb’s plan, since he refuses to tell me himself?”
“Yeah, let’s go to one of the smaller meeting rooms. There’s been a couple of changes I need to go over with everyone. Is everyone here, Jules?” Wil said.
“Yeah, I’ll let everyone know. Room 5 in ten minutes?” Julian said.
“Sounds good. That’ll give us time to go get coffee. You coming guys?” Wil said.
“Yeah, I hear we managed to get some good quality coffee this time, which will make for a nice change,” Adam said.
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderful
rana_narsilion <3Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas;
Word Count: 2,832
Chapter: 8/28 [Previous]
Warnings: smut, kink, language, Craig being a prick, hell, everyone being a prick
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: The Wet Kinky Admish Shower Sex Scene That Did Not Go To Plan. No, really, I lost control of this scene. No one did as they were told. This is the result.
Chapter Eight
Adam was halfway out the door when Hamish caught up, but still lost out as Adam used his wings to slow Hamish down, which Hamish thought was a very dirty trick indeed. Not for the first time did Hamish wish he had wings as lovely as Adam’s.
By the time they reached the bathroom, which was a communal one to maximise space usage, Hamish was almost out of breath. Adam was waiting for him by their locker, grinning at him.
“Look who lost again,” Adam joked.
“Hey, no fair. You know this is the first time I’ve been here,” Hamish said, deliberately sounding extra whiny just to annoy him.
“You totally could’ve used the time I was away to explore instead of sleep,” Adam said. “Now, enough whingeing, I wanna see you wet and naked,” he said, grabbing Hamish’s wrist.
The narrator once again shakes her head at her main characters and their urge to have sex at the most inconvenient times. How apt that the narrator is listening to NIN’s Closer at the moment. Perfect song for a bit of smut. Although the narrator expresses her delight at Adam and Hamish finally getting together at last. Not that she didn’t mind Adam/Wil or Adam/Seb, but she has to admit Adam/Hamish is totally hot and very much lacking in the story so far.
Hamish was pulled into the shower proper where Adam took little time in getting them both naked. Hamish was quietly relieved there was no one else there. Showering with other guys alone was bad enough. Having to do it when Adam was feeling horny was even worse. Maybe Adam had planned it that way, so they weren’t disturbed.
Adam pulled Hamish into a tight hug, teasing him with his wings. Hamish found himself suddenly pulled under hot water, 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. He couldn’t help grabbing onto him, glad to be with him at last.
Charles, stop giving me kinky ideas for you boys in a dungeon. I don’t need any help from you to get those ideas, thank you very much. If you boys end up in a dungeon in this story, I can guarantee it won’t be pleasant. You will probably end up dead. Or badly tortured, and not in a kinky way either. So be quiet. You’re interrupting my Admish smut.
Dammit, Charles, you’ve infiltrated my plain shower smut with kinkiness. No, Adam, Hamish can’t have a collar. No, it’s supposed to be hot and wet, not wet and leather-infused. Damn you buying into my love of leather, you bitch. Why must it be wet and kinky? How is this at all relevant to the plot? Oh, shush, just write, will you? Craig, why do you suddenly want me to write smut not involving – no, you can’t join in. No, absolutely not. Why must you fuck up my lovely cute hot Admish shower smut? Fuck off, Craig. I want in. Hell no. Oh, go on. I’m not going this entire novel without sex. You will if I say you will. I won’t stop bugging you until I get sex. Then you’ll be begging me the entire time. They don’t want you barging in. How do you know? Have you asked them? I don’t need to. Hey, I though I told you to fuck off? Get out of the bathroom. Stop walking towards them. No, quit it, Craig. I mean it. I ain’t going anywhere. Craig wants sex now. Then Craig can go find someone else to fuck. Then why is Adam grinning at me and inviting me into his arms? Because you’re all being very disobedient characters and if you don’t start behaving then I’ll be forced to have one or more of you killed. But that’s inevitable anyway, given what you have planned for the ending. Shut up.
“Will you quit arguing and let me get on with this?” Adam said.
Please tell me you’re actually alright with this. What about Hamish? Since when could you hear my narration?
“Hamish likes it, don’t you Ham?” Adam said. “And since when Craig decided to piss off and let me be the main character. But by all means argue with the whelp.”
Adam, be quiet. Get on with things. And no, that doesn’t mean sex with Hamish and Craig.
“Hmm? What do I like?” Hamish said, only half paying attention as he wasn’t able to hear the narration.
“Craig wants to join us, love. Is that alright?” Adam said, grabbing Hamish by the waist and pulling him close.
Hamish looked at Craig standing by the wall, grinning at them, conveniently naked, his wings gleaming. “Um, do I have a choice in the matter?” he said.
“Of course. But Adam knows what I can do, don’t you Adam darling?” Craig said, stalking up to them. He brushed a hand against Hamish’s arm, sidling up to Adam.
Hamish shot a glance at Adam. “What’s he talking about?” he said, his mind once again plagued with doubts about Adam’s loyalty. Don’t worry, Hamish, love, he might sleep around, but he’ll always come back to you. And if he doesn’t, he’ll have me to answer to.
Once again the narrator questions the relevance of this scene.
“Oh, it’s nothing, love. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you,” Adam said. “And stop threatening me. Why does everyone have to question that?”
I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t feel the need to fuck every cute boy with wings.
“Oh, shush,” Adam said.
I notice Craig hasn’t gifted me your thoughts, though.
“Go kick Craig for that, will you? He’s beginning to annoy me,” Adam said.
Go kick him yourself if he’s bugging you that much.
“Who are you talking to, Adam?” Hamish said.
“I’ve started hearing the narration. Sorry about that. She can’t hear my thoughts though. And she’s still arguing with Craig,” Adam said.
“Right. Seriously, I think that ‘hearing the narration’ thing is overrated. You sound like you’re talking to yourself,” Hamish said.
Can we get on with this? Please?
“Yeah, get on with it, Ham,” Adam said.
“Fine,” Hamish said. He got his mind back to the situation at hand. He looked torn. He wasn’t completely unopposed to the idea, since Adam was here too, but it was never something he’d done before, and he wasn’t sure he could stand it. “I don’t know, I-” he hesitated, looking at them both.
“I brought your collar, love. Want this to get a bit kinky, hmm?” Adam said.
Hamish melted at that. The look Adam gave him won him over as he offered his collar to him. “Dammit, you know me far too well,” Hamish cursed.
“So that’s a yes then, hmm?” Adam grinned.
“Oh why not? Just – ease me into this. I’ve never done this before, and-”
Adam cut him off with a kiss, wet hands sliding his collar around his throat. Hamish gasped as he felt Adam’s hands moving against his skin. Adam held him close to his chest once he’d done buckling up the collar – a slightly more waterproof version of Hamish’s actual collar; Adam had been planning this for a long time. Not the threesome with Craig, obviously, but the kinky shower sex at any rate.
Hamish moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling through Adam’s wings, just before he felt another set of arms close around him and wet lips planting kisses on the back of his neck. Hamish felt a tad special, having two winged humans touching him so intimately, although he was a bit wigged out at that other person being Craig. Bodies and wings filled Hamish’s vision, touching him everywhere, making Hamish wonder if he’d actually died and gone to heaven. Oh, Gods that sounds cheesy, doesn’t it? Dammit, Craig, this is all your fault. Less talking, more fucking. Shut up. Stop sounding like Paul.
Hamish was surprised to find his hands cuffed above the shower. Stop it, guys. Sorry about this. Craig, honey, this isn’t working. Fuck off now, will you? You’re wrecking my pretty smut. Fine, but I want sex, one way or another. I don’t care who you pair me with, as long as it’s Chris. Yeah, that’d be right. Just piss off and let me rewrite this bit without you. Give me a boyfriend, dammit! Be quiet and fuck off. You get one later on. That's no comfort. Want sex now. Go fuck someone else then. I hate you. So very much. Yes, I love you too, Craig, dear.
Right, so Adam cut Hamish off with a kiss, wet hands sliding his collar around his throat. Hamish gasped as he felt Adam’s hands moving against his skin. Adam held him close to his chest once he’d done buckling up the collar – a slightly more waterproof version of Hamish’s actual collar; Adam had been planning this for a long time. Not the threesome with Craig, obviously, but the kinky shower sex at any rate.
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.
“Could you start with my wings?” Adam said.
“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 as the narrator once again resists the urge to use emoticons.
“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 suddenly felt Hamish pressed 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. He tried to encourage Hamish to take charge once in a while, but just as he was about to taunt Hamish into taking him, Hamish spoke.
“We’ll get to the sex later,” was all Hamish whispered to him, licking his cheek teasingly.
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, 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. He almost yelped in joy when 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, Adam secretly loving 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. It had been a while, and Hamish was glad to see Adam wasn’t grieving so badly he couldn’t let Hamish help comfort him. Hamish let Adam turn around to face him. Adam couldn’t help kissing him, more grateful that 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.
“Thank you,” Adam said.
“What for?” Hamish said.
Adam just smiled. “Nothing,” he said, unable to find the right way to express his gratitude.
Hamish just kissed him again, somehow knowing what Adam was trying to say.
“You gonna be alright now?” Hamish said once they broke apart again.
“Yeah, I think so. Just – help me. Don’t let me get so caught up with revenge I forget why we’re fighting,” Adam said.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen. You know you can talk to me about anything, yeah?” Hamish said.
“Yeah, I know. Hey, we’d better get back out there. I still have to talk to Wil about what we’re planning. You’re good at sidetracking me, you are,” Adam said.
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Hamish said with a smirk.
“How could I when you were being such a tease?” Adam countered.
“I learnt it all from you, love,” Hamish said.
“And I learnt it from the master,” Adam said as he pulled away from him, going to get dried off, deliberately not mentioning exactly who he’d learnt it from, just to spite Hamish.
“Hey, get back here,” Hamish said, following him once he’d turned the shower off.
“The rebellion won’t plan itself, you know, and since Seb wants me to lead, it would be a good idea to know what he has planned, since he refuses to tell me. I ask and all I get in response is, “Go talk to Wil,” so that’s what I’m going to do,” Adam said.
“Are you going to leave me to hang around on my own? Or are you going to give me something to do? Don’t you trust me enough to let me help with this?” Hamish said, trying not to sound whiny or hurt.
“Yeah, I was only keeping you out of it before because I didn’t want you getting hurt. Now that we’ll probably be living here til the rebellion, it’s safer to tell you things. Come on then. Get dressed if you want to come with me,” Adam said with a grin.
With a big grin, Hamish dried off and dressed quickly, following Adam out to the large meeting room where Wil was waiting for them with Rachel, Antoinette, Julian and Craig.
“There, see I told you being with Hamish would do you good, didn’t I?” Wil said as they approached.
“Yeah, did me a world of good. Thanks for that,” Adam said. “Isn’t it about time you told me Seb’s plan, since he refuses to tell me himself?”
“Yeah, let’s go to one of the smaller meeting rooms. There’s been a couple of changes I need to go over with everyone. Is everyone here, Jules?” Wil said.
“Yeah, I’ll let everyone know. Room 5 in ten minutes?” Julian said.
“Sounds good. That’ll give us time to go get coffee. You coming guys?” Wil said.
“Yeah, I hear we managed to get some good quality coffee this time, which will make for a nice change,” Adam said.