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Tweak says, "He never said he loved me."

telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-09-18 14:48:00

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round five

Prompt List: Round Five
And now...the moment we've all be waiting for!

Prompt Lists: Round Five

You'll notice that the Western Media prompts have been handled a little differently; we're experimenting still. Also, please excuse any mistakes; all told we had over 2600 prompts and even split up as they were, things will slip past us.

So, you have a week; at some point in the evening on Thursday the 25th, I'll close the battle. Until then?

*points down to the comments*

Porn goes here!

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long, name the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. (This is so that at the end of the round, we can make a link back to your fic on the final Master List.)

If your fic is too long for one comment, post part one as a top level comment and then the second part in reply to that comment and so on.

Have fun!

ETA: I am aware that most of the lists off site are all scrunched together. They shouldn't be and I'm working on it. Thanks for your understanding.

As of now--1:10 PST--the Porn Battle is closed.

The list of fics will be up soon, hopefully by tomorrow evening unless my connectivity issues continue.

Thanks for playing, everyone!

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Big Bang Theory, Leonard/Sheldon, "How does he have any friends?" "Well, we liked Leonard..."

ificouldfly
2008-09-20 07:01 am UTC (link)

We met when Sheldon walked into my lab one day and asked if anyone needed an apartment, because he needed a roommate. I had just been given thirty days notice by my landlady the night before and said I'd take his offer. From there, the rest is history. I moved in, we both got mad when we figured out that my Star Wars collection is more extensive than his but he beats me in Star Trek, and we both realized that living together would be more difficult than either of us had anticipated. We became friends, but it was an awkward relationship. Sheldon isn't good with people, and me, well, I guess I'm not either.

Anyway, it was working pretty well and would have stayed the same if I hadn't made that beef stroganoff. It was my mother's recipe, and one of my favortie foods. Sheldon, however, had never tried it before, so I scooped him out a bowl and we sat down to eat it together.

He loved it, even going so far as to say that the recipe couldn't be improved on, which is prettymuch as good a compliment as Sheldon gives. I had to talk him out of calling my mother and congratulating her on the recipe. Like I said, Sheldon's an awkward guy, and I really didn't want to know what he'd say to my mother, who worries enough about me as it is. With my luck he'd mention that I still wore Stargate Atlantis underpants.

We were almost finished, with Sheldon's bowl empty, when I dropped the last piece of beef onto my lap, right on the crotch. I quickly picked up the meat, popped it into my mouth and reached for a towel, only to hear Sheldon say, "Can I lick it off?"

I froze, I admit it. He looked perfectly serious. Sheldon doesn't make jokes.

"What?" It was the most coherent thing I could come up with.

"I said," Sheldon patiently repeated, "could I lick it off?"

"Off my pants?"

"Yes."

"Um." The word 'no' was on the tip of my tongue when he leaned over and put a hand on my thigh, and then I couldn't say anything as he slowly leaned down and in three long licks removed the stroganoff from my pants.

Unfortuanantly, in three licks through flimsy cloth I was hard.

Sheldon paused when he realized what had happened. Then he reached out with the hand that wasn't on my thigh and poked at my hard-on through my pants. I was bright red by then, and pressing my lips together lest I squeak. Sheldon just stared at my crotch for a minute, then looked up and asked, "Is that your penis?"

I clenched my teeth and spoke through them. "Yes."

"Oh. That means that you liked it when I did that, right?"

A little voice whispered in the back of my mind that Sheldon was being remarkably considerate right now, for him. Another voice whispered that I should have bought the pepper spray I'd seen at the store that day.

"Yes," I managed to get out, feeling humiliated. "That I got a hard-on means I liked it."

"Oh. Alright." And finally he lifted his head and leaned back a little. Only then, instead of moving away, he spread his legs apart and scooted forward to press his own crotch against my knee so that I could feel-

"I liked it too," he stated matter-of-factly, shifting his posisition slightly so that I could clearly feel his own boner, pressing at me.

"Oh."

"I'd like to do it again."

"Do what?"

"Lick you."

"You would?" I managed.

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Con't: Big Bang Theory, Leonard/Sheldon, "How does he have any friends?" "Well, we liked Leonard..."

ificouldfly
2008-09-20 07:02 am UTC (link)

We stared at each other for about a minute until he made to put his hand back on my thigh and then stopped himself mid-gesture.

"Would-" He paused, then said more softly, more so than I had ever heard him before, "Would that be alright?"

My brain went into overdrive as my dick throbbed at the idea. No, no, this was not happening. But it was, of course. I swallowed.

"Well, I..." He stared, willing me to finish my sentence. Oh fuck it. "S-sure. Alright. Alright then, if- if you want to."

He licked his lips. "And can I kiss you as well?"

"Well- Okay. Yes."

Sheldon smiled slightly then, a mischievious look that lit up his whole face, and reached out to undo the top button on my pants before slowly tugging the zipper down. When he pulled me out into to cool air I couldn't help closing my eyes with pleasure. Then his breath was on my cheek and his lips were on mine and he was stroking my dick and /god/ it was good. I found myself fumbling at his pants as his tongue pushed insde my mouth, desperate for more, more touches, more kisses, more everything.

Finally he panted into my ear, "Olive oil, and your bed because I don't want to mess mine," and we stumbled out of the kitchen and into my room to put one of my favorite ingrediants to uses my mother never dreamed of. He came before I did, in the middle of my fucking him but I kept going until my back arched with an orgasm so intense it was like all the ones I'd had before had just been practice.

We were both laying on the bed spent when Sheldon suddenly said, "Let's not tell anyone."

"Alright," I immediately agreed.

"But that doesn't mean we can't do this, of course."

"Of course."

He leaned over and kissed me softly on the mouth. "You should make beef stroganoff again, alright?"

I smiled. "Alright."

"Good."

And the rest, as they say, is history.

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