Erin
Copyright November 20, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for...where do I begin?
Pairing: I'm not sure what to write here
Disclaimer: Not one of these people belongs to me, or even knows of my existence. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor, the Savage Garden Slashers, and whichever part of my brain thought that this was a good idea. Also for Becky, who liked "Truth or Dare."
Wherein there's definitely something dirty happening, and I understand it, but you may not.
Notice: I'd put detailed warnings, but that would ruin the suspense.
And they'd scare away everybody. This story used to be the sequel
to "Truth or Dare," but that only works in my head, so I'm separating them.
He stepped back, dropping onto the bed. With one arm behind his head, he ran his fingers down the muscles of his naked chest. The song began with a light guitar and an "Ooohh," and after releasing a soft sigh, he inhaled and slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The drumbeat began, the voice going soft and seductive, and he closed his eyes, stroking his sex.
The percussion inspired his pulse; the guitar inspired his ears; that voice...god...that voice inspired his cock.
And his mind...
An innocent face exposing a trusting nature.
A strong jaw.
Smooth eyebrows.
Carefully curved lips.
Full, inviting lower lip.
Body of an Adonis.
Body of an Adonis.
Their eyes met. The older man leaned in first, and the younger tilted his head, a bit to the side for a better angle but also back a bit, as though half-accepting yet unsure. He almost frowned, then looked into his partner's eyes once more, and smiled. His partner moved in then, completing the move, and his eyes closed slowly in a descent of lush lashes.
The older man kept the kiss light at first, to give the younger a chance to adjust to this new sensation. When a tongue flicked across his lips, he knew that the adjustment had been made, and deepened the kiss, encouraging the younger man's tongue. He sucked on that soft lower lip, evoking a slight moan of new pleasure.
Their tongues danced together, slowly. Then the older man's mouth performed a solo on his partner's cock, moving on it carefully to start and then with eager abandon, sucking, slurping, inspiring ecstasy before pulling it out by force.
Oiled fingers in a heated hole. Pleasure, groans. Trusting smile curving on the threshold of innocence lost. Hard, swollen cock stealing that virginity in one long, smooth, pornographic stroke, replacing it with new definitions of desire.
I wrote something to David (when don't I?) and mentioned Kevin masturbating. Of course the Official Masturbation Song came to mind (go read "Torn Pages").
At the same time: I have yet to understand why, but Drew Lachey with the hat looks 12 and Drew Lachey without the hat looks 24. I'm not the only one who's noticed this intriguing phenomenon.
For no apparent reason, my brain linked these two ideas. So you have Kevin Richardson listening to Chris Kirkpatrick and masturbating to the fantasy of Drew Lachey meets Drew Lachey.
Now does it make sense? At all?
Read it again:
He stepped back, dropping onto the bed. With one arm behind his head, he ran his fingers down the muscles of his naked chest. The song began with a light guitar and an "Ooohh," and after releasing a soft sigh, he inhaled and slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The drumbeat began, the voice going soft and seductive, and he closed his eyes, stroking his sex.
The percussion inspired his pulse; the guitar inspired his ears; that voice...god...that voice inspired his cock.
And his mind...
An innocent face exposing a trusting nature.
A strong jaw.
Smooth eyebrows.
Carefully curved lips.
Full, inviting lower lip.
Body of an Adonis.
Body of an Adonis.
Their eyes met. The older man leaned in first, and the younger tilted his head, a bit to the side for a better angle but also back a bit, as though half-accepting yet unsure. He almost frowned, then looked into his partner's eyes once more, and smiled. His partner moved in then, completing the move, and his eyes closed slowly in a descent of lush lashes.
The older man kept the kiss light at first, to give the younger a chance to adjust to this new sensation. When a tongue flicked across his lips, he knew that the adjustment had been made, and deepened the kiss, encouraging the younger man's tongue. He sucked on that soft lower lip, evoking a slight moan of new pleasure.
Their tongues danced together, slowly. Then the older man's mouth performed a solo on his partner's cock, moving on it carefully to start and then with eager abandon, sucking, slurping, inspiring ecstasy before pulling it out by force.
Oiled fingers in a heated hole. Pleasure, groans. Trusting smile curving on the threshold of innocence lost. Hard, swollen cock stealing that virginity in one long, smooth, pornographic stroke, replacing it with new definitions of desire.