The lentils got a bit uncool, floor-wise (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} arcadian_dream) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} jazzandpipes,@ 2008-06-06 10:21:00 |
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| Current mood: |  bouncy |
| Current music: | 'Si, Paloma' - Sun Kil Moon |
| Entry tags: | crack!fic, the mighty boosh |
The Sheriff: TMB; Howard/Sellotape Tree
Title: The Sheriff
Author: arcadian_dream
Pairing: Howard/Sellotape Tree
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack! masturbation
Disclaimer: I don't own Howard Moon (although I would very much like to) or any other things of a delightfully Booshy nature.
Summary: He's the Sheriff of Stationery Village. And how ;)
Words: 270
Comments: are love.
Howard ran his index finger along the trunk of the Sellotape tree: the smooth, cool surface was achingly pleasant against the warm flesh of his fingertip.
“Yes,” Howard sighed under his breath, “The stickier the tape, the higher its place on the tree…” His fingers caressed the branches of the tree, ascending its sticky heights: Howard inserted his fingers into the rolls of tape as they hung, looping slowly in and out. Biting his lip, Howard pressed his free hand against the front of his trousers, applying pressure to his twitching cock.
“Yes,” he sighed once more, slipping his hand below the waistband of his trousers, “You’re a sticky little tart, aren’t you?”
Howard plunged his hand into the coarse, wiry bush of his pubic hair as he groped for his stiffening cock. Gripping his cock in one hand, and the trunk of the Sellotape tree in the other, Howard ran his fingers along the length of the shaft: soft and slow at first, and then more fiercely.
”Yes, yes,” he moaned, “A sticky little trollope...filthy...and they’re all after you, aren’t they?” Howard was pumping more furiously now. Thrusting against his own fist, his fingers searched desperately for the head of his cock.
“Yes, yes!” Howard cried, as he fiercely squeezed the swollen tip of his prick, “They’re all after you…all of them…but, but…nngh,” he gasped as he came, semen squelching between his fingers.
“But I’ll protect you,” Howard rasped. Collapsing against the counter, he was barely able to choke the words out as he lovingly stroked the trunk of the tree: “After all, I’m the Sheriff of Stationary Village.”
“Yes,” Howard sighed under his breath, “The stickier the tape, the higher its place on the tree…” His fingers caressed the branches of the tree, ascending its sticky heights: Howard inserted his fingers into the rolls of tape as they hung, looping slowly in and out. Biting his lip, Howard pressed his free hand against the front of his trousers, applying pressure to his twitching cock.
“Yes,” he sighed once more, slipping his hand below the waistband of his trousers, “You’re a sticky little tart, aren’t you?”
Howard plunged his hand into the coarse, wiry bush of his pubic hair as he groped for his stiffening cock. Gripping his cock in one hand, and the trunk of the Sellotape tree in the other, Howard ran his fingers along the length of the shaft: soft and slow at first, and then more fiercely.
”Yes, yes,” he moaned, “A sticky little trollope...filthy...and they’re all after you, aren’t they?” Howard was pumping more furiously now. Thrusting against his own fist, his fingers searched desperately for the head of his cock.
“Yes, yes!” Howard cried, as he fiercely squeezed the swollen tip of his prick, “They’re all after you…all of them…but, but…nngh,” he gasped as he came, semen squelching between his fingers.
“But I’ll protect you,” Howard rasped. Collapsing against the counter, he was barely able to choke the words out as he lovingly stroked the trunk of the tree: “After all, I’m the Sheriff of Stationary Village.”
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