Kink Bingo: Pervertibles
Sep. 27th, 2012 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
escapedsnake911by: escapedsnake911
fandoms: Cabin Pressure
kinks: Pervertibles
title: Efficiency
pairing: Martin/OCs
rating: M
summary/preview: Everything in Martin's apartment is very useful.
content notes: None
Everything in the flat had a purpose. His bed was just comfortable enough that he could get his necessary rest. His closet was carefully organized, with uniforms on the left and moving clothes on the right. All of his grooming implements were well cared for and kept in good working order. Even his decorations were carefully chosen to maximize motivation before he set off to do his important job. He had no luxury for superfluous things, in either money or space.
That did not mean that things could not have double purposes. In fact, that made them more efficient and more valuable. If a hairbrush could be used as both an implement for brushing hair and an impromptu flogger, then he was saving on the price of an actual flogger. And what would be the point of buying a bed big enough for two, when whoever he happened to be shagging could just bend him over the desk, which tripled as a work surface and a table for meals?
Restraints were tricky. His uniform had a tie, but he could not imagine risking the damage to them as he strained. Thankfully, necessary shipping materials always included the means to tie something (or someone) down.
The only things he would not skimp on were condoms and lube. He traveled too far and wide to risk being unsafe, and his early experiments with lube substitutes had not gone well. He did not want to spend an entire flight making excuses to Douglas about why he smelled like vegetable oil. Thankfully, his partners would often have condoms of their own. A good bottle of lube meant several fewer baked potatoes, but it was worth it to be able to sit.
The greatest efficiency was the whole sex thing all together. For the price of a drink at a bar or the time to cruise through certain choice websites, Martin could have a few hours to unwind, a bit of human contact and freedom from being the one in charge, if only for a moment. Whenever he felt guilty about his predilections, he reminded himself that he was saving time and money on therapy. And as far as hobbies went, it was one of the cheaper ones he knew.
*
Another weekend with no flights or deliveries found him shoved against the wall of his flat, the heavy breathing of Eric (Eric, right?) drowning out the sound of the students’ party downstairs. Eric ground forward into his hips and Martin moaned. He reached down the front of Eric’s jeans.
Only he didn’t quite find what he was looking for.
Eric pulled back and looked away.
“Sorry, mate. Should have mentioned that earlier. I’m still a guy, just not quite equipped as such.”
He watched Martin to gauge his reaction.
“I could leave, if you prefer.”
Martin shook his head frantically. Why did he always trip over his words around people with vaginas?
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m still up for it, if you are.”
“Well, see, I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone tonight. So my strap-on is at home.”
Martin considered carefully, and then opened the door to head downstairs. Eric looked puzzled.
“Where are you going?”
“They’re agricultural students. There’s got to be a corgette somewhere.”
fandoms: Cabin Pressure
kinks: Pervertibles
title: Efficiency
pairing: Martin/OCs
rating: M
summary/preview: Everything in Martin's apartment is very useful.
content notes: None
Everything in the flat had a purpose. His bed was just comfortable enough that he could get his necessary rest. His closet was carefully organized, with uniforms on the left and moving clothes on the right. All of his grooming implements were well cared for and kept in good working order. Even his decorations were carefully chosen to maximize motivation before he set off to do his important job. He had no luxury for superfluous things, in either money or space.
That did not mean that things could not have double purposes. In fact, that made them more efficient and more valuable. If a hairbrush could be used as both an implement for brushing hair and an impromptu flogger, then he was saving on the price of an actual flogger. And what would be the point of buying a bed big enough for two, when whoever he happened to be shagging could just bend him over the desk, which tripled as a work surface and a table for meals?
Restraints were tricky. His uniform had a tie, but he could not imagine risking the damage to them as he strained. Thankfully, necessary shipping materials always included the means to tie something (or someone) down.
The only things he would not skimp on were condoms and lube. He traveled too far and wide to risk being unsafe, and his early experiments with lube substitutes had not gone well. He did not want to spend an entire flight making excuses to Douglas about why he smelled like vegetable oil. Thankfully, his partners would often have condoms of their own. A good bottle of lube meant several fewer baked potatoes, but it was worth it to be able to sit.
The greatest efficiency was the whole sex thing all together. For the price of a drink at a bar or the time to cruise through certain choice websites, Martin could have a few hours to unwind, a bit of human contact and freedom from being the one in charge, if only for a moment. Whenever he felt guilty about his predilections, he reminded himself that he was saving time and money on therapy. And as far as hobbies went, it was one of the cheaper ones he knew.
*
Another weekend with no flights or deliveries found him shoved against the wall of his flat, the heavy breathing of Eric (Eric, right?) drowning out the sound of the students’ party downstairs. Eric ground forward into his hips and Martin moaned. He reached down the front of Eric’s jeans.
Only he didn’t quite find what he was looking for.
Eric pulled back and looked away.
“Sorry, mate. Should have mentioned that earlier. I’m still a guy, just not quite equipped as such.”
He watched Martin to gauge his reaction.
“I could leave, if you prefer.”
Martin shook his head frantically. Why did he always trip over his words around people with vaginas?
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m still up for it, if you are.”
“Well, see, I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone tonight. So my strap-on is at home.”
Martin considered carefully, and then opened the door to head downstairs. Eric looked puzzled.
“Where are you going?”
“They’re agricultural students. There’s got to be a corgette somewhere.”
