By the Mad Harpy
18 or NC17
Okay, this is another quick and dirty to help Mary when she told me she was low on fics for this week. This is sort of a sequel to Sweet dreams, although you don't need to read that to under stand this
Mary and me got dragged into a discussion about Highlander
crossovers, which mentioned one of Mary's little aims- a Highlander/Stargate
crossover with both of Peter Wingfield's characters getting it on (Twisted,
huh. Mary has a thang for the guy. Which is completely justified, incidentally.
Drool!). Some of the others in the discussion sort of took a few steps
away at this point, but I, as usual, took it as a challenge. However, I
don't like the character Tanith, and for that matter haven't seen any Stargate
eps in the last few months, so it's gonna be Methos'n'Harper
Harper sighed as he collapsed into his favourite armchair. It didn't really fit in with he rest of his quarters, but he didn't really care a great deal.
He'd spent the last day doing repairs on the Maru, and now he needed to relax a little. Pulling out the remote he had rigged up for the view screen, Harper pressed the button for a random program search. The database would scan through the programmes and films he'd bookmarked, and select one at random.
The room darkened and then the show's designation showed up. Harper closed his eyes to avoid seeing it. Even with his programming skill, he'd never been able to get rid of that. It was hardwired into the system, and removing it would take a lot more time than it was worth. There was also the fact that the rest of the crew would have the same thing happen when they started up, i.e. no intro screen.
He opened his eyes when the sound started up, and it took only a few seconds for him to recognise the characters. The sight of the tall dark haired man sitting in the bar was fairly indicative of that. Harper loved a lot of shows, but one of his old favourites was Highlander. In the database, he'd bookmarked about a third of the hundred plus episodes, and every one with his favourite character in.
Methos, the English accented guy who was about five thousand years old. Even at that age, though, he still had a great body. Harper didn't really think of himself as gay, as such. Bi would probably be a great deal more accurate. After a long time on Earth, you learn that pleasure from anyone shouldn't be turned down on the basis of mere gender. He wasn't quite as free and easy as that made him sound, but he knew that a man who knew what he was doing could be as pleasurable as a woman.
Reaching down beside the chair, he hit the lever that made this his favourite chair, and the footrest raised up, lifting his feet, then the magic fingers kicked in, massaging his back. While those things weren't quite as magic as they claimed, they certainly made you feel a bit better after a day up to your elbows in grease. A shower earlier and a change of clothes had made him feel a bit better, and he'd ended up in a pair of loose boxers so when he got bored he could go for some sleep straight away.
Harper allowed his mind to drift as he watched the show. His eyes kept drifting to the ancient immortal's tight ass as he sat there, and he felt himself slowly grow hard. Closing his eyes, Harper allowed his hand to slip inside his boxers as the images ran through his mind. Tugging his cock out into the air, he began to jack off...
slow...
Harper watched as he saw the dark immortal strip. The man's shirt revealed a leanly muscular chest, glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. It wasn't as bodybuilder-like as Tyr's or Dylan's, but it was athletic and sleek.
Slow and long...
Methos undid his belt, then the button, then finally the zipper. The jeans slid slowly down his lightly haired legs, revealing a pair of loose black boxers. Methos stepped out of the pants, kicking them out of the way. Harper had no idea why Methos had no shoes, but he didn't really care. It was a fantasy, not a realistic scenario.
Slow...
Harper could see the bulge in the boxers. Small glimpses of pale skin were visible through the slit in the front. Methos' hands slid up along the waistband, then gripped it and pulled downwards, bending as he did, his head hiding the erection from Harper's eyes. The immortal then kicked the boxers away and straightened.
Slow and hard...
Harper's eyes fixed on the long, bobbing cock. Veins clearly stood out along its thick, firm length. Harper watched as the cock swayed as Methos approached.
Hard...
Harper looked down, and saw he was naked, his own cock protruding straight in front of him, pre-cum covering the head.
Faster...
Harper looked up and felt Methos' hands push him backwards. The backs of his legs hit the bed behind him, and he toppled backwards. Methos clambered onto the bed after him, straddling his groin.
Harder...
Methos' lips covered his, and Harper felt the man's tongue push between his lips. Harper felt the tip of his cock rub against Methos' heavy ball sac.
Faster...
Harper felt around inside Methos' mouth, his tongue probing and he tasted the sweet saliva. Then Methos pulled away, and Harper felt a mouth start to kiss and lick its way down his chest.
Faster...
Harper groaned as he felt a mouth engulf the tip of his cock. The lips surrounded it tightly, and a tongue ran around the head, then slid across the slit in the tip, tasting the pre-cum.
Faster...
Harper slid his body further onto the bed, and the mouth attached to his cock followed as Methos crawled after him. When Harper felt his heels clear from the edge of the bed, he began to rotate his body. The mouth continued to suck as he moved.
Harder...
Harper stopped when he found the stiff cock just in front of his mouth. Its tip glistened with pre-cum. Harper touched it with the tip of his tongue, tasting the salty flavour. He felt a shudder run through the body in front of him at the contact.
Harder...
His hands grabbed the immortals hips, and gently pulled. Methos' knees slid, and the cock lowered. Harper opened his mouth and engulfed the penis, sucking hard.
Ha-arder...
Harper groaned as he felt his orgasm start to build, but he continued to suck the cock, his head bobbing backwards and forwards. The mouth on his cock moved lower, engulfing it even more thoroughly. He felt moist warmth moving lower, until it reached the base, as Methos took the cock all the way into his throat.
Fa-aster...
Harper groaned loudly as he approached the edge, sucking hard and filling his mouth with more salty pre-cum which wept from the tip.
Ahhhhh!!!!!
Harper felt his cock explode into the immortals mouth, and Methos sucked hard, drawing out the fluid. He felt the cock in his mouth twitch, and then a blast of cum hit the back of his throat. He sucked harder, another pulse flooding his mouth as he felt cum pumping from his own cock. Finally, the flow both from and to him slowed, then stopped...
Harper opened his eyes and looked down. His right hand
was covered with the white cum from his orgasm. Streamers covered his sweat
covered chest, and his boxers were sodden with a mix of sweat and cum.
Groaning, Harper struggled to his feet, the footrest retracting into the
chair. It looked like he'd need another shower before he got some sleep.