100 Original Fics: 071: The Best Medicine (1/1)

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Title: The Best Medicine
Series: 100 Original Fics
Character: Fox Maharassa
Author: Avarice
Prompt: 071 - Broken
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: 2005 Christmas FH strips
Summary: Fox and Collin spend some time at the Maharassas, and Collin's injury puts a crimp in their intimate plans.
Word Count: 2480
Date First Posted: 11-02-2006
Date Revised: 01-06-2011
Beta: Tink.
Awards: -
Notes: Fox POV. Set while Collin's broken arm was still in a cast.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

"Mom, you seen Collin?" I ask.

 

"No, Fox-kit," she answers, "not in the last half hour or so."

 

"Right." I scratch my chin.

 

We'd been playing cards around the kitchen table with my uncle for a while, and I was just catching onto his elaborate system of distractions and cheating when Collin excuses himself. I must've been there for another thirty minutes, but he doesn't come back. I decide to go looking for him.

 

He's not in the family room, the computer room or on the porch. I walk upstairs and past my sister's bedroom (he's not in there). My door is shut, and there is light leaking out from the gap underneath. With the mystery apparently solved, I detour to the bathroom.

 

Changing into my pj's and brushing my teeth, I open the medicine cabinet and grab a couple of Advil and a plastic cup of water.

 

I gently tap my knuckles on my bedroom door before opening it, closing it with my elbows after I enter. Collin is sitting propped up against my headboard. The bedside lamp is on and he leafs through a few of my old Detective comics, his cast resting gently on his stomach. He glances up briefly when I enter before going back to the comic.

 

"Wondered where you'd got to," I say, nudging a basketball under the bed with my foot.

 

"Just here," he replies simply, finishing his reading. He pushes himself a little more upright and winces. I hand him the Advil and cup, and a big, grateful smile breaks out on his face. Fuck, he's beautiful.

 

"You're the best," he tells me in between gulping down the pills.

 

"I know," I grin easily, watching his Adam's apple move as he swallows. He drops the cup into the trash next to my bed and sighs, leaning back on pillows once again. "Tired?"

 

"Mhm," he says, eyes closed. I watch as a tiny crease develops between his brows. "Too tired to change," he says sadly.

 

"Come on, I'll help." I kneel on the edge of the bed, kind of straddling one of his legs, and reach out for his arm. He doesn't want to cooperate at first, but then gives me his right arm. I take it and pull him up gingerly.

 

The way I'm sitting, he comes face to face with my covered chest. I laugh a little because of our stupid position, and he cranes his neck to look up at me. He really does have the most amazing face. High cheekbones and a straight nose and great teeth and generous mouth... he's gorgeous, can't put it any more simply than that.

 

There's a few strands of blond hair coming across his face, getting stuck in his eyelashes. I reach out to brush them away. Then almost of my hand's own volition it cups his face, then the back of his head.

 

My lips are on his, and it is a sweet kiss. Sweet, that is, until his tongue swipes the inside of my mouth. We pull apart for a moment and he's got that Look in his eyes.

 

Ah, the Look. How I live for That Look.

 

It is accompanied by a nuzzle to the centre of my chest. "You still want help out of those clothes?" I ask him, voice a little rough.

 

"More than ever," he replies, and pulls at one of the buttons on his shirt. I help him, undoing the rest of the buttons quickly, and getting his right arm free. The freckles hardly show up in the orange light of my lamp, but I kiss them anyway. There's one particular one on his clavicle that I love for no other reason that it's his.

 

Collin laughs into my hair when I touch my lips to it. He knows I can't help it. My hands are busy at this time, pulling the shirt around his back. It gets a bit snagged on his cast, but I end up getting it off.

 

He makes a funny noise when my tongue traces his collarbone, and his right hand pushes mine down to the fly of his jeans. "Impatience," I chide him, but all he does is try and thrust his covered dick against my hands.

 

I stand up so he can shuffle to the edge of the bed, lifting up enough for me to get his jeans down and past his thighs. His tighty whities aren't too good at camouflaging his excitement, but that doesn't bother me. I continue to pull the jeans until they are nothing more than a pile of denim on the floor. When I touch his socks to remove them, he pulls them back away from me. "Cold," he says, and I leave them on.

 

Collin's dick is half-hard and twitching when I hook my fingers into his underpants and pull them away. He no longer blushes when I look at him like this anymore. He's comfortable with me being this close and him this naked. My tongue swipes over the crown of his cock and he hisses.

 

I think he rather likes me being this close and him this naked.

 

I spit into my palm and touch his length again, this time running my hand along the shaft. He makes this little noise and leans back, resting his weight on his right arm. He watches me, and I can't help but feel a small stab of satisfaction that I was able to turn him into even a quarter of the voyeur that I am.

 

There's not enough moisture, so I lick the tips of my fingers -- slowly because I know he's watching me -- and rub them over the head of his cock. He almost sounds like a wounded animal when I do, there's a note of the plaintive to his voice. The slow circular motions get him noisier, but it's nothing like the first time I close my mouth over the tip.

 

"Shh, baby," I tell him. "Remember where we are." He nods jerkily but his eyes flutter closed as I return my mouth.

 

If his arm wasn't broken, seriously compromising his leverage, I know he'd be thrusting into my mouth. He can't quite do it with just his right arm for support. Being a good Samaritan, I help him out.

 

I give him a few good sucks before going right down on him, down until my nose brushes his stomach. There's a soft thump as he finally flops his head back on my bed. I laugh a little, it makes my throat muscles spasm and it makes him groan.

 

He makes these great noises when I have him in my mouth, but when they start to get louder and more insistent, I stop. Collin looks up at me, dazed and cranky. I stroke his thighs. "Time for you to turn over," I tell him. The crankiness melts away from his face. "Need a hand?"

 

Collin's hips begin to roll, like he's getting the momentum to flip himself over. I take his waist and help him turn. He swears when his erection gets squashed against the bed. I take both hips between my hands and pull him backwards just a little, enough so that his legs can dangle down off my bed.

 

I grab two pillows from the top. One goes to him to comfortably rest his cast on. The other, well, in the animal kingdom it's called 'presenting'. I put it under his hips to lift his ass another six inches into the air.

 

There's lube in my bedside drawer, and I lean over and grab it, all the while stroking the ridges of Collin's spine. He makes another noise and thrusts his hips into the pillow, rubbing his erection on it.

 

I twist the cap of the tube off with my teeth, squeeze some of the clear jelly out, and dump it back onto the bedside. Last time I dropped it to the floor I stepped on it -- kind of took the sexy away after the fact. My fingers get coated quickly, and I begin to touch Collin. His curse words are muffled in the pillow.

 

He's warm and squirming and it doesn't fail to get me excited. I thrust my fingers in and out, and he pushes back on my hand. "Fox," he hisses, trying to get his ass higher still. His legs are starting to shake, and he turns around and looks at me over his shoulder. "Nnn.. nggg... please."

 

My control for this is gone. I pull my sweats down my thighs, and slick my cock quickly. It feels good, but my hands don't linger. "Now," he urges, and I push forward. Collin's head and neck arc up, but he's a good boy and doesn't get too loud. With one of my hands on his ass and the other on his hip, I begin to drive into him.

 

I don't get tired of this. He feels so fucking good around me, making me squeeze my eyes shut. I can see the warm glow of my lamp over the planes of his back perfectly in my head. My skin slaps into his and when it does, Collin makes this great noise. My fingers dig into his skin a little and I go at him harder.

 

It's cold but my bangs are sweaty and they're getting in my eyes. I wipe my hair away on my shoulder and it's then that he makes one particular sound. A pained kind of yelp.

 

Stomach dropping into my feet, I stop my hips immediately. Collin is facedown on the pillow and doesn't talk to me. "Collin?" He doesn't move. "Boss?" Oh man, oh fuck. I start to pull out of him but he moves and says, "Don't."

 

I stop, wondering what the hell is going on. He props his head up and moves his cast-enclosed arm gingerly. "Fucking arm," he says, and a part of me can't help the small sigh of relief.

 

I do pull out of him, and he tries to look at me across his shoulder. Without the leverage of his left arm, he can't quite manage. "Why?" he asks, annoyed and maybe a little hurt, too. He can't see that I'm fully taking off my sweats.

 

"Roll over," I tell him and take off my singlet, and the annoyance and hurt disappears as quickly as it had arrived. He does roll over, his head resting on the pillow, plastered arm gently on his stomach. Collin's cheeks are flushed and he looks vaguely debauched, I fucking love it.

 

But love it or not, time for some tough decisions. I lay his right leg out and flat, letting the left dangle over the edge of the mattress as it was before. "No more rough stuff," I tell him sternly.

 

He frowns at me. "But-"

 

"But nothing. Your arm, man. It's awkward and it hurts you."

 

"Don't worry about it."

 

"I do worry," I tell him. "We'll hold off on it for a while."

 

His cheeks go redder but not because he's happy. "It's really not an issue."

 

"Hey," I shush him, running the heel of my hand up the length of his shaft. "I said no more rough stuff for a while. I didn't mean forever." He gasps loudly as my hand goes back down again and fingers stroke his perineum. "And I certainly didn't mean I'd stop tonight."

 

Right foot on the ground, my left knee comes to rest on the mattress. His stomach muscles quiver and I have to lean down and kiss them. I spread the lube left on my dick evenly and position myself again. This time, I go a lot slower, giving him time to adjust to every inch until I'm buried deep.

 

Collin's chest is rising and falling quickly, so I lay a palm over his heart. He puts his hand over mine, and that's my signal to move. I pull out almost as slowly as I went into him in the first place, watching his face carefully.

 

He is definitely not in pain.

 

After a few more slow, deep thrusts, his eyes are rolling back into his head and the good noises are back. And are getting louder again, especially as one of my hands found its way around his twitching cock.

 

I lift my right foot from the floor and get fully on the mattress, straddling his hips. It allows me to reach his mouth and effectively smother the noisier of his exclamations. That's what I'm doing when he comes; kissing him and stroking him. It takes me a little longer, but with his fingers in my hair, and whispering encouraging things next to my cheek, I'm spent before long.

 

His hand is still fisted in my hair, and I can't help but Kiss him. It's not a regular kiss, it's one of those that requires capitalisation in thought and text. These kinds of Kisses are the stuff of soap opera weddings and romantic movies. I can almost hear the music swelling in the background as our mouths join.

 

It's hot and loving and head-spinningly intense. Collin breaks away, leaving us both panting and naked.

 

"I'm cold and sticky," he tells me, and I grin. The great thing about Kisses is that reality can never spoil them. I get up and pass him the box of Kleenex. My bedside drawer is still open, and I find my cigs. The ashtray next to the lamp is almost full and I have to remember to empty it tomorrow.

 

Cleaned up, Collin slips under the covers. I fully enjoy the sight of his fabulous ass naked and in my bed. I wait a little longer, lighting up and taking the edge off the cig. I ash it and pass it to the boy. I watch him wrap his lips around the filter, taking a deep drag of smoke.

 

We pass it back and forth a few times until it's practically finished. With a final smoke ring, I slide into bed on his right. He immediately curls into me, sock-clad feet creeping up my legs. He calls me the Human Thermostat in winter. I don't mind him putting his cold feet on me, especially when he's wearing socks.

 

Collin arranges his arm carefully on the outside of the blankets and puts his head on my shoulder. I clap twice, and the lamp flicks off. God bless clappers.

 

He yawns cutely, like a kitten, and closes his eyes. For me to make this comparison out loud would sign my death sentence, but I can think it all I like. "When my arm's better," he tells me sleepily. "I'll insist you pound me into the mattress."

 

He wouldn't say it so frankly if he weren't already half-asleep, but nevertheless, it's the truth according to Collin.

 

I kiss his forehead. "Whatever you say, Boss."

~finis