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Fandom: UK Politics
Title: Time Was
Ship(s): Tony Blair/Gordon Brown
Word Count: 305
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gordon used to half-believe Tony. Now he shuts his ears against Tony's promises, and takes what he can while he still can. Flashfic for a prompt at the meme that wanted TBGB porn.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. If you've found this by googling yourself or someone you know, stop playing on the Internet and go run the country.

Time Was

Yes,” Tony says, a long drawn-out shuddery sound, and descends into a fevered spate of mumbling, words streaming out of him, promises and curses and blessings.

Gordon takes a firmer grasp on Tony’s hips and sets a punishing pace, meeting Tony’s shamelessly eager backward movements and obliterating them. He watches Tony’s fingers scrabble for purchase amongst the papers, feels the slick of Tony’s sweat under his hands, shuts his ears against Tony’s words.

Time was Tony could charm him as easily as he does all those who flock around him, acolytes at his feet. Time was Tony’s laughter made him smile, a small shy smile that Tony would kiss away. Time was he listened to Tony’s words, and half-believed them.

Time is passing.

Here and now, time has stopped; in their shared office, amidst their shared dreams, Gordon fucks Tony, and Tony promises, and Gordon lets him.

Tony’s moans are more insistent now, and Gordon reaches a hand around to his cock, feels the way Tony’s posture changes, the eager needy way in which he cranes into Gordon’s touch.

“Please,” Tony says, amidst all the meaningless words, but Gordon isn’t sure whether he says it aloud, or whether it is his body that says it, shouts it to the world.

He speeds his hand and his thrusts, driving himself into that willing body, wringing little shudders from Tony’s frame, watching as some of Tony’s papers flutter down from his desk, to land in little snowy piles on the floor.

Time was, they used to love each other, to some value of love. Time was, they used to believe in each other. Time was, they shared dreams and visions and hopes.

Now, they share this.

Gordon shuts his ears, and takes it with both hands, and waits until the time it will no longer be enough.



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