Fandom: Oz Title: White Swallow Author:Maverick (maverick4oz) Genre: Slash, AU, First Time, PWP Pairing: Beecher/Keller Rating: NC17 Warnings: Bondage Spoilers: None
Notes: From the first Kink and Cliche Challenge ('05) There were many good Oz fic that came out of that first K&C Challenge, but this one really caught me. Very hot, very intense. And very much in character for both of them. I can actually see this happening, if Keller and Beecher had met up outside Oz. Keller's agressive, in control and just a bit frightening, especially considering what you know about him if you know the whole series. But you don't need to know the series to enjoy this fic, it's hot as hell, no matter what.
“What?” I ask as I take a sip of my drink.
He looks up and meets my eyes with his. “I was going to ask you if you come here often and then realized that was a pick up line, not to mention pretty damn lame to boot.”
I lean into him, my mouth near his ear. I exhale against his neck and watch him shudder. “Did you want to pick me up?”
He turns his head so his mouth is right next to mine. “Maybe. I’m not very good at this.”
I lean back and scan my eyes up and down his body. I lick my lips and slide my hand up his thigh, letting my fingers flutter across his crotch. “That’s ok. I’m a real good teacher.”
He downs the rest of his drink and meets my eyes. “I can see that. You want to get out of here and go some place…uhhh,” he stops mid-sentence as I massage the palm of my hand against his groin.
“Private? Oh yeah, baby, I know just the place.” I stand up, my hand still on his crotch. “And don’t worry, it’s real close,” I whisper, nipping his earlobe.
He follows me down the back hallway. I turn my head and see him looking at my ass. Boy is he in for a rude awakening. We come to a locked door at the end. On the other side is a party room they’re renovating. I know this because I’ve got a buddy doing the construction. Well that’s not entirely true, I got a buddy running a scam on the contractor doing the construction. But that room is perfect for what I have in mind.
I grab his arm and pull him to me. I place my hands on his shoulders and smash him against the door. My mouth is on his. Hard. Insistent.
Instinctively, he parts his lips wide and I thrust my tongue inside his warm, wet mouth. He tastes of cigarettes, bourbon, and desperation. It’s a fucking potent cocktail. His tongue is halfway down my throat like he’s trying to eat me alive. He’s a damn good kisser and I can’t remember anything, anyone tasting quite so good.
I press into him so that my body crushes him against the door. He can’t move, not that he wants to. I take my hand and snake it between our bodies. I flatten my palm across his groin, I can feel his cock, hot and hard through the tight denim. He arches his hips forward into my hand. I rub my hand in slow, small circles and even though we’re still kissing, I can hear him mewing— making this sweet little keening noise from deep in his throat.
Christ, I can’t help but wonder when was the last time this guy was fucked. I mean I know I’m good. I’m fucking great, but for him to be this hard, this frantic this fast, says to me that it’s been a while since this guy has gotten some. But that’s about to change. And I gotta thank whoever or whatever sent this prick out tonight because this is shaping up to be the fuck of the century.
I break the kiss and he moans at the loss. Fucking moans as he pulls my mouth back to his, sucking my tongue back into his mouth. He’s chewing on my lips and grabbing my ass to press me closer to him.
And I keep rubbing his cock through his pants and I feel his body tense and release in time with the movements of my hand. I take my hand away because I fear he might come just from that. I look him in the eye and place my hand against his cock once more, this time not moving. “You want me to take care of this,” I say with a non too gentle squeeze.
He casts his hips forward once more and groans out the word, “Yeeeees.”
I move my mouth to his ear and whisper, “Then give me your credit card.”
He stiffens and pushes his arms against me, trying to get away. “You want me to pay?”
I smile at him, my most menacing, and lick his neck while using my weight to make sure he’s not going anywhere. “Believe me baby, you’re gonna pay,” I say rubbing my hard dick against his thigh. “But I ain’t looking for money. I want to use the credit card to pop open the lock on this door.”