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the_deep_magicOkay, so I'm kind of frustrated with myself at the moment. Instead of working on all the fics I need to finish, I started yet another lengthy AU. :oP Anyway, I want to kick my Muse's ass a bit, so I'm going to borrow a meme that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
ewinfic did a few weeks ago:
Leave a comment prompt. The prompt should be one of my fics and a time interval.
Examples:
"Fic Title, the next morning"
"Fic Title, three months before"
"Fic Title, two years later"
"Fic Title, in between this event and that event"
I will respond with a comment fic. This is your chance to find out what happened before, or after, or during. My master fic list is here -- go nuts!
IMPORTANT: I will only accept titles and time intervals as prompts, no plot elements. So "Yellow Light, two years later" would be fine, but "Yellow Light, two years later, they buy their first house together" would not. Got it? Also, I'll try to see that everyone who comments gets at least one fic in return, but if you want to give me multiple options to pic from, that's fine!
Prompting is now closed -- please check back here for fills.
If you didn't get to put a prompt in, don't worry! I'm sure I'll do this meme again. :o)
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Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17
Date: 2010-05-08 06:48 am (UTC)“Laugh all you want,” Chris slurs, not sure if it’s entirely intelligible. “Just let me enjoy this.”
“I don’t think I could stop you,” Zach chuckles, bringing his hands up to stroke slowly up and down Chris’ back and it’s… nice. Really nice, actually, a good complement to the little sizzles of pleasure still simmering in his fingers and toes. He could fall asleep like this, Zach’s chest for a warm (hairy) pillow, and he starts to drift…
Until Zach clenches hard around his spent, oversensitive dick.
“Ffffuck,” Chris groans, pushing up on his hands. “Okay, I get it.” He carefully pulls out of Zach and goes to dispose of the condom, but before he can even get off the bed, the Aneros shifts to bump against his prostate and he collapses like a heap of dirty laundry.
“That was an interesting noise,” Zach observes cheerfully, starting to laugh again. He rolls Chris onto his stomach so he can pull out the Aneros, setting it on Chris’ nightstand, and Chris hazards getting up again. He makes it this time, and as he heads to the bathroom, he hears, “I guess your dry spell is over.”
“Mm-hmm. It’s officially rainy season. Moisture everywhere”
“Gross.”
Chris snorts. Armed with a washcloth, he returns to see Zach sprawled across his bed, stroking lazily at his still-hard cock. “Did you bring yours?”
“Nah,” Zach says, tipping his head back and pushing his hips up to thrust into his fist. “It’s okay. A regular old single orgasm is good every now and then.”
Chris chuckles and sits on the bed – he’s pretty sure Zach isn’t going to mind if he watches. But when Zach starts to make soft sounds of pleasure as he squeezes at the head of his cock, Chris realizes that watching isn’t enough and crawls to kneel between Zach’s spread legs. “Do you like it better if you’re, y’know, full when you come?”
“Mm-hmm,” Zach hums, his eyes still closed.
Chris thinks on this for a moment, then takes action, reaching down to where Zach is still stretched and slick from earlier and pushing his finger in.
Zach nearly jumps clean off the bed and his eyes fly open. “Jesus, Chris, warn a guy!”
“Sorry,” Chris says, not entirely regretful. He bats his eyelashes coyly. “May I have permission to stick another finger in you, Zachary?”
Zach groans and nods, clenching possessively around Chris’ fingers when he gets them. Chris grins and crooks his fingers, searching carefully until Zach gasps.
“Easy,” Zach growls. “Light touches.”
Chris nods even though Zach’s eyes are closed again and taps against Zach’s prostate, far more gently this time. Zach’s answering moan is most encouraging, so he does it again, then again, a rhythmic tapping along with the motion of Zach’s hand around his cock.
That hand is speeding up now. “A little harder,” Zach groans. “Just a little harder, and rub.”
Chris complies, grinning widely at the wild sound that passes Zach’s lips and the way his hand speeds to a blur. A few more seconds and Zach comes with a hoarse shout, grinding down against Chris’ hand and jerking himself roughly. As he relaxes, Chris retracts his fingers and – forgetting completely about the washcloth – wipes them on the sheet. Zach doesn’t seem likely to move any time soon, so Chris stretches out beside him and gets comfortable.
“You sure you’re not gay?” Zach grunts, his forearm laying across his eyes.
“Nope. Just enthusiastic,” Chris says lightly. “Plus, I went to Berkeley.”
Zach rolls over to look him in the eye, and it looks like it takes a lot of effort. “Okay, what does that even mean?”
Re: Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17
Date: 2010-05-08 10:17 am (UTC)Re: Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17
Date: 2010-05-09 05:51 am (UTC)Re: Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17
Date: 2010-05-18 08:29 pm (UTC)“May I have permission to stick another finger in you, Zachary?”
LOL FOREVER <3
Re: Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17
Date: 2010-05-19 05:00 am (UTC)Re: Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17
Date: 2011-12-17 10:09 pm (UTC)YAY.
:D
Re: Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17
Date: 2011-12-18 04:25 am (UTC)