Hold that thought [Hannu/Anssi]
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roesslyngTitle: Hold that thought
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Hannu/Anssi (or Hannu -> Anssi, again)
Rating: 18+
Length: 500
Summary: Hannu's mind has a way of taking a thought and running to places that he doesn't want it to go.
Other: Another Hannu/Anssi fic for Synchronized Screaming. :V [Original post]
Hold that thought
The thought wouldn't go away. No matter what Hannu tried, no matter how hard he tried to think about something else, he couldn't get it out of his head.
He remembered being hauled around. Pulled up as if he weighed absolutely nothing. Anssi gripping his coat with his large hand and drawing him up from where he'd fallen on the ice. Not one word.
If it had stayed at that, it'd have been fine. But it didn't.
His mind kept straying to other things. Other... things.
In his bed, Hannu pressed his face into his pillow. Bit his lip.
He wanted to scream. He didn't want to think about him, about that, about those hands pressing him against the nearest flat surface, the bed or the wall or a closed door or a tree trunk or the cold snowy ground. He didn't want to think about how Anssi could hold him down effortlessly, if what had happened earlier that day was any indication of anything.
His hand stole beneath his clothing. Dipped beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants. Coiled around his cock as he swore under his breath.
He could probably do it with one hand, Hannu thought. Just like that. Like it was nothing. Grab both his wrists with one hand and pin him down.
You're an idiot, Hannu told himself, even as he slid his thumb over the moisture at the head of his cock. His hands aren't that big.
But they were in his mind. That was the important part. Who gave a shit that it wasn't realistic? It wasn't like he'd ever do it with him. Like he'd ever actually think about that, consider it for even one second.
This was different.
Hannu closed his eyes and imagined it. Flat roughness against his back. The snowy ground. Or hard wooden floorboards. A dark shape over him, big, looming, bear-like, pinning him down. Knee pressing between his thighs until they gave and fell open. Moving, sliding up until Hannu could grind up against him.
No words. Just the huff of breath, slow, steady. The guy – Anssi, or not Anssi, not really – didn't say a thing, and that was for the better. As Hannu ground up against him in his mind, he thrust into his fisted hand and buried his curses in his pillow. It was fucking ridiculous, but he couldn't help thinking about how he'd have to sprawl out in order to get wrapped around him. How wide he'd have to open his legs.
That did it. More than anything else. That was what finished him off.
Later, as he washed himself off, got himself cleaned up, Hannu wondered if it'd be worth trying to wash the image from his mind.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Too much effort. It wasn't like he'd see him tomorrow.
Hannu splashed his face with cold water, tried to stop his cheeks from burning. Maybe he'd hold onto the idea for a while, why the hell not. No one had to know.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Hannu/Anssi (or Hannu -> Anssi, again)
Rating: 18+
Length: 500
Summary: Hannu's mind has a way of taking a thought and running to places that he doesn't want it to go.
Other: Another Hannu/Anssi fic for Synchronized Screaming. :V [Original post]
Hold that thought
The thought wouldn't go away. No matter what Hannu tried, no matter how hard he tried to think about something else, he couldn't get it out of his head.
He remembered being hauled around. Pulled up as if he weighed absolutely nothing. Anssi gripping his coat with his large hand and drawing him up from where he'd fallen on the ice. Not one word.
If it had stayed at that, it'd have been fine. But it didn't.
His mind kept straying to other things. Other... things.
In his bed, Hannu pressed his face into his pillow. Bit his lip.
He wanted to scream. He didn't want to think about him, about that, about those hands pressing him against the nearest flat surface, the bed or the wall or a closed door or a tree trunk or the cold snowy ground. He didn't want to think about how Anssi could hold him down effortlessly, if what had happened earlier that day was any indication of anything.
His hand stole beneath his clothing. Dipped beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants. Coiled around his cock as he swore under his breath.
He could probably do it with one hand, Hannu thought. Just like that. Like it was nothing. Grab both his wrists with one hand and pin him down.
You're an idiot, Hannu told himself, even as he slid his thumb over the moisture at the head of his cock. His hands aren't that big.
But they were in his mind. That was the important part. Who gave a shit that it wasn't realistic? It wasn't like he'd ever do it with him. Like he'd ever actually think about that, consider it for even one second.
This was different.
Hannu closed his eyes and imagined it. Flat roughness against his back. The snowy ground. Or hard wooden floorboards. A dark shape over him, big, looming, bear-like, pinning him down. Knee pressing between his thighs until they gave and fell open. Moving, sliding up until Hannu could grind up against him.
No words. Just the huff of breath, slow, steady. The guy – Anssi, or not Anssi, not really – didn't say a thing, and that was for the better. As Hannu ground up against him in his mind, he thrust into his fisted hand and buried his curses in his pillow. It was fucking ridiculous, but he couldn't help thinking about how he'd have to sprawl out in order to get wrapped around him. How wide he'd have to open his legs.
That did it. More than anything else. That was what finished him off.
Later, as he washed himself off, got himself cleaned up, Hannu wondered if it'd be worth trying to wash the image from his mind.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Too much effort. It wasn't like he'd see him tomorrow.
Hannu splashed his face with cold water, tried to stop his cheeks from burning. Maybe he'd hold onto the idea for a while, why the hell not. No one had to know.
