| Challenge #161: icon inspiration |
[Jun. 2nd, 2010|06:21 am] |
Title: Visualize (challenge #161: icon inspiration)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to fun_demented for making it happen. Setting is Season 4.
And the condom goes to: Torso
I told him to “visualize one’s goal” as I caressed myself. I never broke eye-contact and, after about two seconds, there it was. That predatory gleam that meant he was going to fuck the shit out of me.
Good.
After all he had been through, after all the deprivation of what made Brian Brian, he deserved to have me anytime, anyplace, anywhere. I wasn’t surprised that when our breathing had returned to normal he began round two. But I was elated when he rolled the condom on me.
“Gotta get my ass in shape for the ride,” he laughed |
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| Challenge #161: icon inspiration |
[Jun. 2nd, 2010|06:27 am] |
Title: Destitute (challenge #161: icon inspiration)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to fun_demented for providing the word prompts I needed to go with the pix AND the detailed beta. Setting is Season 5.
And the condom goes to: Torso
You’ll be destitute.
Not like you were after Stockwell, not like then. That was only your material shit that got taken away. All that was easy to replace.
But you can’t replace him. He opened you to it all, he showed you everything and you finally had the sense to take it.
Just like he has the sense to go to New York and make something of himself. His strength and determination are things you’ve always admired, always loved.
You love him.
You trace your hands over his skin, hoping somehow this message will burn through:
I’ll wait for you. |
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| Challenge # 161: Icon Inspiration |
[Jun. 2nd, 2010|06:46 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 5-Stalking Your Prey
And the Condom Goes To: Torso
I watched him through the open shutters.
The music was loud enough to induce an aneurysm.
He didn’t hear me slide the fucking unlocked door open and then shut.
He’s lucky he had his cock in his hand. It’s the only thing that saved him from another lecture about how to live safely in the fucking city.
His eyes were closed, and the tip of his tongue poked enticingly through his open lips.
I quietly stripped and stalked my blond boy ass of prey.
I knelt on the bed and slowly advanced.
“It’s about fucking time,” he moaned.
I pounced. |
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