Fic: Partners In Crime
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csi_sanders1129Title: Partners In Crime
Fandom: It Takes a Theif.
Chapters: 1/1
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
csi_sanders1129
Genre: Smut. Yeah, that's it.
Ratings: M
Word Count: ~1750
Pairings/Characters: Matt/Jon. It was originally supposed to go the other way, but whatever.
Synopsis: After a long day of breaking into houses and performing Spiderman like stunts, reformed thief, Jon, could do with some relaxing.
Comments: Okay, I'm not actually expecting anyone to actually read this. In the offchance someone does - Here is a link to a bio on the guys. They are clearly not mine, nor does the fact that I slashed them make it true (sadly). Enjoy!
“You still awake?” Matt called, shutting the door behind himself as he entered the hotel room.
Jon, who’d had yet another busy day robbing houses and performing Spiderman like stunts, was sprawled across the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes and looking decidedly uncomfortable. “No.”
The other tossed his jacket over the arm of the sofa, looming over Jon. “You realize that by actually responding to the question you’ve given yourself away, right?”
A pause, and then, “I’m okay with that.”
Matt laughed. “And how much pain are you currently in?”
After lifting a safe that had taken three men to carry in, Jon was understandably sore. “Not much anymore. I’ve been compulsively chewing Tylenol since I left you at the house.”
“Is the couch really more comfortable than the bed?” He wouldn’t be entirely surprised; some of the places they’d stayed since the show started were less than pleasurable. “Or did you just lack the energy to get that far?”
“Second one.” He grumbled, forcing himself to sit.
Matt offered a hand. “Well, come on. Get into bed, I’ll be nice and give you a massage.”
That got him moving. “I like the sound of that.” He was flopped across the single king-sized bed before Matt could ever register that he’d moved.
“Didn’t have to tell you twice, did I?” Matt snorted, following his lover to the bed. He straddled the other man’s hips, tugging at Jon’s t-shirt. “Lift up.”
“I still say you should drop the school teaching and pick up massage therapy. You have magic hands.” He complied with Matt’s request and a moment later, his shirt was off. “I would know.”
Matt placed a hand on either side of Jon’s spine, pressing down until he heard the series of audible cracks he’d been expecting before moving upwards and repeating the process. “Yes, I suppose you would.”
“Keep rubbing, please.”
“Well, since you said please.” He shifted his focus from cracking to loosening the tense muscles. Using his thumbs and knuckles, he dug into the knots beside Jon’s shoulder blades. “Damn, you’ve got a ton of knots.”
“I carried a safe that weighs more than I do down a flight of steps and out the door. Are you surprised?” Jon asked, looking over his shoulder.
Matt laughed, moving up to Jon’s neck and shoulders. “No, Spiderman, you’re displays of super strength and agility no longer astonish me.” He moved away for a moment, grabbing for the duffel bag that he’d dumped by the bed when they’d checked in, and pulled out a tube of lotion.
“Spiderman didn’t have super strength, moron.” Jon pointed out. “That stuffs cold.” He complained when Matt squirted a liberal amount of the vanilla scented lotion on his bare back.
Matt glared at the comment, though Jon couldn‘t see him. “And if you would like a longer massage you will stop talking.” With the addition of the lotion on Jon‘s tense back, he knew the other man would zip it.
At least for a few moments.
Jon smirked. “Well, then it’s a good thing that I’m ready for a different type of massage.” He rolled over on his back, but still under Matt. The movement displaced the younger‘s hands rubbing soothing circles on Jon’s scalp, sending him sprawling over the other‘s form.
“You sure you’re up for that, or has your Tylenol finally kicked in?” Matt teased, shifting slightly over his lover, the two inches apart now.
Jon didn’t answer; instead, he pulled Matt down, their lips crashing together. It was hard keeping their hands off of each other while they were filming. People finding out about them would probably not end well for their careers. Despite the fact that they practically announced it at the start of the show. ‘Hi, I’m Matt Johnston and this is my partner, Jon Douglas Rainey’ - no one ever seemed to make the connection. They hadn’t been partners in crime before and they were more like co-hosts on the show.
But, once they got back to the hotel, the holding back stopped and the groping began.
Jon groaned, one hand tugging at Matt’s unbuttoned dress shirt, and the other pulling at the t-shirt underneath. “Too many clothes.” He complained, between hard kisses.
Matt pulled back, letting the over-shirt fall off of his shoulders before removing his t-shirt. “That better?” He asked, once again pressed chest to chest with the other man, this time without the barrier of clothes keeping them from skin to skin contact.
“You’re getting there.” Jon groaned, grinding his hips against Matt’s.
His hand wandered lower, swiftly undoing Jon’s belt and tight jeans in one go. Matt didn’t bother tugging the belt from its loops, just pulled everything down when he commanded, “Lift.”
Jon complied, his hard-on pressing against Matt’s hand as his jeans and boxers were tossed across the room.
Then Matt was on him again, pressing intense kisses along his jaw line down to his neck and collarbone and moving steadily south, taking time to leave marks that his clothes would hide.
By the time he’d reached his goal, Jon was groaning and arching into every touch. They hadn’t had the opportunity to do this in quite a while and they were definitely not wasting time. “Come on, Matt…” He growled, his fingers tangling in Matt’s brown hair.
Matt stopped his teasing; he ran his thumb over the head of the organ, with barely any pressure behind the movement. Then his tongue replaced his finger and Jon was squirming again. His tongue pressed against the slit at the tip of Jon’s cock - leaking with precome, while the saliva provided enough lubrication for Matt’s hand to slide up and down, drawing out the pleasure.
“Oh, fuck…” Jon groaned, head thrown back in ecstasy. “Matt, come on.” His fingers clenched and unclenched in his lover’s hair, urging him onward.
“Mmm.” Was the only response Matt could give in the circumstances. The vibrations from the single syllable were appreciated. Deciding that Jon had endured enough teasing, he pulled his hand away, just letting it linger at the base, while the other hand landed on Jon’s hip, keeping him still. Slowly, torturously so in Jon’s opinion, Matt moved downwards, enveloping the shaft in moist heat as he went.
Just as he could tell Jon was getting close - the signs he could just identify from being with Jon for so long - he pulled off.
Jon did not look pleased. “Wha---?”
“Roll over.” Matt ordered, shifting so Jon could do so.
Confused, but amenable, he rolled, shifting to his hands and knees, casting a curious look back. Matt didn’t top that often, not that Jon was complaining in the slightest. Seeing Matt take charge was a bit of a turn on.
He felt Matt shift again and expected to feel the press of a lotion slick finger. Instead, that same wet heat that had teased his cock so was circling his entrance.
“Okay, who… are you and what have you done with Matt?” he demanded, through pants of breath. But, he'd worry about that later.
Matt’s tongue slid inside, probing carefully, while a spit slick finger joined, delving deeper, preparing him for what was to come. The hand that was not stretching him had been lingering on Jon’s hip, but Matt had switched to lazily jerking Jon’s cock while he prepped him. He’d pull off and stop when he felt like Jon was about to come, continuing his torturous game.
Jon groaned when a second finger slipped inside, the two scissoring apart to stretch him. Then Matt crooked his fingers just so and Jon saw stars. “Again.” He prodded, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life.
Matt complied, sliding in a third finger as he pulled his tongue away. “Ready?” He asked, and he was answered when Jon rolled again and hauled him back up to eye level. He slammed their lips together, tongue invading the other’s mouth as Jon groped around the bed for the lotion.
“…you still have pants on?” Jon mumbled disbelievingly, struggling to undo his lover’s jeans from this angle.
Once Jon got them undone, Matt kicked them the rest of the way off, his own neglected cock ready to participate. He located the misplaced bottle of lotion and coated his erect organ with it, giving himself a few quick pulls to take the edge off of his own need.
He tugged Jon’s legs up over his shoulders, positioning himself with a practiced ease. Going slowly, to give Jon time to adjust to the uncommon intrusion, he leaned down, pressing his lips against the spot on Jon’s neck that always made him shiver with pleasure. Then he was all the way in and his lips were on Jon’s.
Jon had had enough of Matt’s stalling, though, and rocked his hips into Matt’s a few times to get him moving.
“Fuck, Jon.” He groaned, offering a handful of shallow thrusts before he picked up the speed and strength of the movements. Matt’s hand found Jon’s cock between them, drawing out his own thrusts in time with the languid strokes he gave his lover.
“More. Faster…” Jon begged, something he rarely did.
Matt increased his pace and made sure to twist his wrist in just the right way when he reached the base of Jon’s erection. “Like that?” Matt asked, his breath hot on Jon’s neck.
Jon groaned, head falling back in pleasure, so close to the edge. He tightened the hold his legs had on Matt, pulling him in more and more whenever he thrust in.
A moment later and Jon was coming, splatters of white coating their stomachs.
The sight of that combined with the spasms rippling through Jon’s body coaxed Matt’s own orgasm into following. He gasped as the release overwhelmed him, collapsing over Jon once he’d pulled out.
After wiping away their mess with a discarded t-shirt, Jon’s arms curled around him, both bodies still heaving and sweaty. “Magic. Hands.” Jon panted, grinning from ear to ear.
“And in the morning, I’ll show you what they can do in the shower.”
NOTE: Jon actually did lift a safe like that in one episode in Season 2. Don't recall which episode, but I know he did.
NOTE 2: Been a while since I wrote smut - cut me a break. But, again, I doubt anyone is acually going to read this.
Fandom: It Takes a Theif.
Chapters: 1/1
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Smut. Yeah, that's it.
Ratings: M
Word Count: ~1750
Pairings/Characters: Matt/Jon. It was originally supposed to go the other way, but whatever.
Synopsis: After a long day of breaking into houses and performing Spiderman like stunts, reformed thief, Jon, could do with some relaxing.
Comments: Okay, I'm not actually expecting anyone to actually read this. In the offchance someone does - Here is a link to a bio on the guys. They are clearly not mine, nor does the fact that I slashed them make it true (sadly). Enjoy!
“You still awake?” Matt called, shutting the door behind himself as he entered the hotel room.
Jon, who’d had yet another busy day robbing houses and performing Spiderman like stunts, was sprawled across the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes and looking decidedly uncomfortable. “No.”
The other tossed his jacket over the arm of the sofa, looming over Jon. “You realize that by actually responding to the question you’ve given yourself away, right?”
A pause, and then, “I’m okay with that.”
Matt laughed. “And how much pain are you currently in?”
After lifting a safe that had taken three men to carry in, Jon was understandably sore. “Not much anymore. I’ve been compulsively chewing Tylenol since I left you at the house.”
“Is the couch really more comfortable than the bed?” He wouldn’t be entirely surprised; some of the places they’d stayed since the show started were less than pleasurable. “Or did you just lack the energy to get that far?”
“Second one.” He grumbled, forcing himself to sit.
Matt offered a hand. “Well, come on. Get into bed, I’ll be nice and give you a massage.”
That got him moving. “I like the sound of that.” He was flopped across the single king-sized bed before Matt could ever register that he’d moved.
“Didn’t have to tell you twice, did I?” Matt snorted, following his lover to the bed. He straddled the other man’s hips, tugging at Jon’s t-shirt. “Lift up.”
“I still say you should drop the school teaching and pick up massage therapy. You have magic hands.” He complied with Matt’s request and a moment later, his shirt was off. “I would know.”
Matt placed a hand on either side of Jon’s spine, pressing down until he heard the series of audible cracks he’d been expecting before moving upwards and repeating the process. “Yes, I suppose you would.”
“Keep rubbing, please.”
“Well, since you said please.” He shifted his focus from cracking to loosening the tense muscles. Using his thumbs and knuckles, he dug into the knots beside Jon’s shoulder blades. “Damn, you’ve got a ton of knots.”
“I carried a safe that weighs more than I do down a flight of steps and out the door. Are you surprised?” Jon asked, looking over his shoulder.
Matt laughed, moving up to Jon’s neck and shoulders. “No, Spiderman, you’re displays of super strength and agility no longer astonish me.” He moved away for a moment, grabbing for the duffel bag that he’d dumped by the bed when they’d checked in, and pulled out a tube of lotion.
“Spiderman didn’t have super strength, moron.” Jon pointed out. “That stuffs cold.” He complained when Matt squirted a liberal amount of the vanilla scented lotion on his bare back.
Matt glared at the comment, though Jon couldn‘t see him. “And if you would like a longer massage you will stop talking.” With the addition of the lotion on Jon‘s tense back, he knew the other man would zip it.
At least for a few moments.
Jon smirked. “Well, then it’s a good thing that I’m ready for a different type of massage.” He rolled over on his back, but still under Matt. The movement displaced the younger‘s hands rubbing soothing circles on Jon’s scalp, sending him sprawling over the other‘s form.
“You sure you’re up for that, or has your Tylenol finally kicked in?” Matt teased, shifting slightly over his lover, the two inches apart now.
Jon didn’t answer; instead, he pulled Matt down, their lips crashing together. It was hard keeping their hands off of each other while they were filming. People finding out about them would probably not end well for their careers. Despite the fact that they practically announced it at the start of the show. ‘Hi, I’m Matt Johnston and this is my partner, Jon Douglas Rainey’ - no one ever seemed to make the connection. They hadn’t been partners in crime before and they were more like co-hosts on the show.
But, once they got back to the hotel, the holding back stopped and the groping began.
Jon groaned, one hand tugging at Matt’s unbuttoned dress shirt, and the other pulling at the t-shirt underneath. “Too many clothes.” He complained, between hard kisses.
Matt pulled back, letting the over-shirt fall off of his shoulders before removing his t-shirt. “That better?” He asked, once again pressed chest to chest with the other man, this time without the barrier of clothes keeping them from skin to skin contact.
“You’re getting there.” Jon groaned, grinding his hips against Matt’s.
His hand wandered lower, swiftly undoing Jon’s belt and tight jeans in one go. Matt didn’t bother tugging the belt from its loops, just pulled everything down when he commanded, “Lift.”
Jon complied, his hard-on pressing against Matt’s hand as his jeans and boxers were tossed across the room.
Then Matt was on him again, pressing intense kisses along his jaw line down to his neck and collarbone and moving steadily south, taking time to leave marks that his clothes would hide.
By the time he’d reached his goal, Jon was groaning and arching into every touch. They hadn’t had the opportunity to do this in quite a while and they were definitely not wasting time. “Come on, Matt…” He growled, his fingers tangling in Matt’s brown hair.
Matt stopped his teasing; he ran his thumb over the head of the organ, with barely any pressure behind the movement. Then his tongue replaced his finger and Jon was squirming again. His tongue pressed against the slit at the tip of Jon’s cock - leaking with precome, while the saliva provided enough lubrication for Matt’s hand to slide up and down, drawing out the pleasure.
“Oh, fuck…” Jon groaned, head thrown back in ecstasy. “Matt, come on.” His fingers clenched and unclenched in his lover’s hair, urging him onward.
“Mmm.” Was the only response Matt could give in the circumstances. The vibrations from the single syllable were appreciated. Deciding that Jon had endured enough teasing, he pulled his hand away, just letting it linger at the base, while the other hand landed on Jon’s hip, keeping him still. Slowly, torturously so in Jon’s opinion, Matt moved downwards, enveloping the shaft in moist heat as he went.
Just as he could tell Jon was getting close - the signs he could just identify from being with Jon for so long - he pulled off.
Jon did not look pleased. “Wha---?”
“Roll over.” Matt ordered, shifting so Jon could do so.
Confused, but amenable, he rolled, shifting to his hands and knees, casting a curious look back. Matt didn’t top that often, not that Jon was complaining in the slightest. Seeing Matt take charge was a bit of a turn on.
He felt Matt shift again and expected to feel the press of a lotion slick finger. Instead, that same wet heat that had teased his cock so was circling his entrance.
“Okay, who… are you and what have you done with Matt?” he demanded, through pants of breath. But, he'd worry about that later.
Matt’s tongue slid inside, probing carefully, while a spit slick finger joined, delving deeper, preparing him for what was to come. The hand that was not stretching him had been lingering on Jon’s hip, but Matt had switched to lazily jerking Jon’s cock while he prepped him. He’d pull off and stop when he felt like Jon was about to come, continuing his torturous game.
Jon groaned when a second finger slipped inside, the two scissoring apart to stretch him. Then Matt crooked his fingers just so and Jon saw stars. “Again.” He prodded, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life.
Matt complied, sliding in a third finger as he pulled his tongue away. “Ready?” He asked, and he was answered when Jon rolled again and hauled him back up to eye level. He slammed their lips together, tongue invading the other’s mouth as Jon groped around the bed for the lotion.
“…you still have pants on?” Jon mumbled disbelievingly, struggling to undo his lover’s jeans from this angle.
Once Jon got them undone, Matt kicked them the rest of the way off, his own neglected cock ready to participate. He located the misplaced bottle of lotion and coated his erect organ with it, giving himself a few quick pulls to take the edge off of his own need.
He tugged Jon’s legs up over his shoulders, positioning himself with a practiced ease. Going slowly, to give Jon time to adjust to the uncommon intrusion, he leaned down, pressing his lips against the spot on Jon’s neck that always made him shiver with pleasure. Then he was all the way in and his lips were on Jon’s.
Jon had had enough of Matt’s stalling, though, and rocked his hips into Matt’s a few times to get him moving.
“Fuck, Jon.” He groaned, offering a handful of shallow thrusts before he picked up the speed and strength of the movements. Matt’s hand found Jon’s cock between them, drawing out his own thrusts in time with the languid strokes he gave his lover.
“More. Faster…” Jon begged, something he rarely did.
Matt increased his pace and made sure to twist his wrist in just the right way when he reached the base of Jon’s erection. “Like that?” Matt asked, his breath hot on Jon’s neck.
Jon groaned, head falling back in pleasure, so close to the edge. He tightened the hold his legs had on Matt, pulling him in more and more whenever he thrust in.
A moment later and Jon was coming, splatters of white coating their stomachs.
The sight of that combined with the spasms rippling through Jon’s body coaxed Matt’s own orgasm into following. He gasped as the release overwhelmed him, collapsing over Jon once he’d pulled out.
After wiping away their mess with a discarded t-shirt, Jon’s arms curled around him, both bodies still heaving and sweaty. “Magic. Hands.” Jon panted, grinning from ear to ear.
“And in the morning, I’ll show you what they can do in the shower.”
NOTE: Jon actually did lift a safe like that in one episode in Season 2. Don't recall which episode, but I know he did.
NOTE 2: Been a while since I wrote smut - cut me a break. But, again, I doubt anyone is acually going to read this.
