Fic: Guard Duty
Mar. 8th, 2022 07:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anysinA small scene based on the AU concept of Jon traveling back in time, getting deaged and meeting Dekker. Dekker keeps guard as Jon bathes. NSFW. Content warnings behind the cut.
Content Warnings: Deaged Jon, trans Jon, voyeurism, masturbation. Words used for Jon's anatomy: cock, cunt, hole, folds, nipples.
They are in a dangerous area, and Adelard must keep watch. Therefore, when Jon leaves their camp to go wash up in the stream, Adelard follows him in silence, frowning to himself as Jon fails to realize that he's being followed. It speaks well of Adelard’s tracking skills, but Jon claims he is an adult, hailing from the future; he knows what kind of world they live in, and should display more caution than this. They have to discuss this later, Adelard decides. But for now, Adelard keeps his distance, making sure to stay out of sight as Jon reaches the stream.
Once he stops, Jon does take a careful look around at his surroundings, which soothes Adelard. Then, Jon grabs the hem of his sweater, starting to pull it up. Jon is a slight boy - regardless of what Jon says, Adelard thinks of him as a boy - and Adelard can't help a surge of protectiveness inside him as he watches Jon reveal his upper body, watching Jon’s protruding ribs and the small cinch of his waist. Heat rises on Adelard's cheeks when Jon turns around to set his clothes on the ground and he gets an eyeful of Jon's bare chest, noticing how hard Jon's nipples have become in the cool night air. He expects Jon to turn back towards the stream again, but instead once he straightens up, Jon takes his hands to the waistband of his trousers straight away, still facing in Adelard's direction.
Although Adelard is on a watch, he knows he should look away now. But he can't help but stare as Jon pushes his trousers and underwear down and steps out of them, exposing his narrow hips and slim, deerish legs, his cunt. Jon sighs to himself, finally turning away from Adelard and stepping towards the stream, but now Adelard finds himself looking at Jon's backside, the dip of his spine and the small swell of his arse. Adelard shakes his head, forcing himself to focus on their environment, checking for dangers. When he spots nothing, he turns his attention to Jon again, who has stepped into the stream and is washing himself now, shivering in the cold water.
Jon takes his time, which is something Adelard needs to scold him for later on; Adelard told him to make it quick. But he can't deny the stirring in his loins as he watches Jon scrub himself clean with his small hands, the water shimmering on his smooth skin. Adelard bites his lip as he sees Jon's hand slip between his thighs for a moment, unable to not imagine how it would feel like to have his own hand there, how it would feel like to stroke those soft folds and part them, exposing the tight little hole within. He wonders how it would feel like to stroke Jon's cock, feel it firm up and go hot beneath his fingertips, how Jon would sound like when his breathing quickens and his chest starts to heave, if he moaned when Adelard pressed against him from behind-
Adelard gasps to himself, burning with shame as his cock stands hard in his trousers. He watches as Jon bends down and starts to wash his hair, and he tries to take his chance to think away his arousal, although it’s so very heavy. Jon doesn’t give him much time, straightening up again, his hair completely wet now as he turns around and starts to walk out of the stream. Adelard stares as rivulets of water run down Jon's naked body, following its narrow lines, and the sight is almost unbearable.
It's all beyond unbearable; as Jon starts to dry himself with a little towel he brought with him, Adelard quickly unzips his trousers, reaching inside to grasp, squeeze himself, watching as Jon runs the towel over his collarbones, his chest, his flat, taut stomach. It's when Jon dips the towel between his thighs for one electric second that Adelard comes, swallowing a moan.
He needs to be quick now. Adelard tucks himself back into his trousers and zips back up, getting ready to leave. He has to be back at the camp before Jon returns, make sure that Jon never has a reason to believe he was followed tonight. The area is safe for Jon; it always was. It's Adelard who is not.
Sighing to himself, Adelard walks away, leaving Jon to dress up on his own.
Content Warnings: Deaged Jon, trans Jon, voyeurism, masturbation. Words used for Jon's anatomy: cock, cunt, hole, folds, nipples.
They are in a dangerous area, and Adelard must keep watch. Therefore, when Jon leaves their camp to go wash up in the stream, Adelard follows him in silence, frowning to himself as Jon fails to realize that he's being followed. It speaks well of Adelard’s tracking skills, but Jon claims he is an adult, hailing from the future; he knows what kind of world they live in, and should display more caution than this. They have to discuss this later, Adelard decides. But for now, Adelard keeps his distance, making sure to stay out of sight as Jon reaches the stream.
Once he stops, Jon does take a careful look around at his surroundings, which soothes Adelard. Then, Jon grabs the hem of his sweater, starting to pull it up. Jon is a slight boy - regardless of what Jon says, Adelard thinks of him as a boy - and Adelard can't help a surge of protectiveness inside him as he watches Jon reveal his upper body, watching Jon’s protruding ribs and the small cinch of his waist. Heat rises on Adelard's cheeks when Jon turns around to set his clothes on the ground and he gets an eyeful of Jon's bare chest, noticing how hard Jon's nipples have become in the cool night air. He expects Jon to turn back towards the stream again, but instead once he straightens up, Jon takes his hands to the waistband of his trousers straight away, still facing in Adelard's direction.
Although Adelard is on a watch, he knows he should look away now. But he can't help but stare as Jon pushes his trousers and underwear down and steps out of them, exposing his narrow hips and slim, deerish legs, his cunt. Jon sighs to himself, finally turning away from Adelard and stepping towards the stream, but now Adelard finds himself looking at Jon's backside, the dip of his spine and the small swell of his arse. Adelard shakes his head, forcing himself to focus on their environment, checking for dangers. When he spots nothing, he turns his attention to Jon again, who has stepped into the stream and is washing himself now, shivering in the cold water.
Jon takes his time, which is something Adelard needs to scold him for later on; Adelard told him to make it quick. But he can't deny the stirring in his loins as he watches Jon scrub himself clean with his small hands, the water shimmering on his smooth skin. Adelard bites his lip as he sees Jon's hand slip between his thighs for a moment, unable to not imagine how it would feel like to have his own hand there, how it would feel like to stroke those soft folds and part them, exposing the tight little hole within. He wonders how it would feel like to stroke Jon's cock, feel it firm up and go hot beneath his fingertips, how Jon would sound like when his breathing quickens and his chest starts to heave, if he moaned when Adelard pressed against him from behind-
Adelard gasps to himself, burning with shame as his cock stands hard in his trousers. He watches as Jon bends down and starts to wash his hair, and he tries to take his chance to think away his arousal, although it’s so very heavy. Jon doesn’t give him much time, straightening up again, his hair completely wet now as he turns around and starts to walk out of the stream. Adelard stares as rivulets of water run down Jon's naked body, following its narrow lines, and the sight is almost unbearable.
It's all beyond unbearable; as Jon starts to dry himself with a little towel he brought with him, Adelard quickly unzips his trousers, reaching inside to grasp, squeeze himself, watching as Jon runs the towel over his collarbones, his chest, his flat, taut stomach. It's when Jon dips the towel between his thighs for one electric second that Adelard comes, swallowing a moan.
He needs to be quick now. Adelard tucks himself back into his trousers and zips back up, getting ready to leave. He has to be back at the camp before Jon returns, make sure that Jon never has a reason to believe he was followed tonight. The area is safe for Jon; it always was. It's Adelard who is not.
Sighing to himself, Adelard walks away, leaving Jon to dress up on his own.
