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nickngregTitle: Helplessly Wanting You
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned them it'd be worth suing but I don't so it's not
Small offering x-posted to csi_slash
You can hear your own harsh breathing as you struggle to remain upright. Feel your eyelids starting to close but you force them open because this time you're not going to give in. Your chest is rising and falling with the effort, you feel the pain where something is pressed in your back and you can't get away from it. You hope that this time you're not going to lose.
You feel his breath hot on your neck and he holds your hands still, pressing against you with all his strength. You feel his chest pressing against yours, forcing you to breathe in sharp, short gasps in time with his. You want to cry out as you feel one of his thighs push between your legs but you can't stop him. You try to push him off, but even though you want to, you can't.
One of his hands leaves yours but before you can take advantage of your partial freedom, you feel his hand holding your chin, holding your head just so, as his mouth covers yours and you can't help it, you groan and your lips part and his tongue is in your mouth. And you want to stop but you can't get enough of that hot tongue that teases past your lips, your teeth, searching for and assaulting your tongue. You try stop him but instead you respond and your tongue meets his and it's wet and hot and you don't want it to feel this good because if it didn't you could stop him.
You can't stop kissing even though it would be better if you could because then you could breathe. And then you think that maybe you'll never breathe again because your chest aches for air when his hand slides under your shirt and you don't know if you're still kissing or breathing because all you can feel is that hand sliding over your skin, sliding over your nipples, sliding down to your waistband, and oh God, now that hand is sliding inside, opening your jeans, and did you really need to breathe to stay alive?
You couldn't move now, couldn't get away if your life depended on it. And maybe it does depend on it but maybe it's worth it to get this feeling again, this feeling that you never felt before but you've felt it a thousand times before and you would give anything to feel it again. Now you feel like you're part of the door. Your knees want to give way, but you don't even have the energy for that, because then this would end and that might be smarter, but you can't give this up, no matter what you promised yourself.
And you finally, finally, open your eyes and look down in time to see his hands pulling your jeans down, and then your boxers. Brown eyes meet yours, hot with need, as desperate as you know yours look to him, and you nod and you hate yourself for it, but you can't help it because the whole world is coiled in your groin and that hot mouth opens and gets closer to your cock, and you can't remember if anything ever looked that hot to you before. Your breathing slows painfully and you can't hear anything any more. You see his lips moving but you can't tell if he's talking, or babbling, or just breathing.
And you don't know if you've ever felt this naked, this exposed before. It feels like a hundred eyes are watching even though you can only see his and he's looking right in your eyes, watching you watching him. Then you feel incredible heat and wet surround the head of your cock and you really don't know if you're going to live another moment. But the next moment feels even better so you try to stay alive in case it gets even better and it does. Nothing has ever felt so good before and now you know you're no longer breathing, but you must be because suddenly you're thrusting into his mouth, as deep as you can get, and it takes air to do that, right? So you must be breathing even if you can't feel it or hear it, you can barely feel his hands on you. All you can feel is that amazing heat and wet and your cock and now you're coming and you feel helpless and you don't remember where you are any more as your whole body shakes with your orgasm.
And you bend over him, feeling limp like you're made of rubber. You feel his laugh as it vibrates in your groin because you still can't hear. And he carefully tucks you back in your jeans and zips you up with a little pat, and he holds you up against the door, kissing your neck, soft sweet kisses this time, until he reaches your lips and you remember how to breathe, as you stand there breathing with each other.
You feel him give you one last squeeze and you don't want him to go but you know you can't hold him there, you've never been able to. And you gather your strength to gasp out:
"Hey, I thought we agreed, no more blow jobs in the locker room!"
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned them it'd be worth suing but I don't so it's not
Small offering x-posted to csi_slash
You can hear your own harsh breathing as you struggle to remain upright. Feel your eyelids starting to close but you force them open because this time you're not going to give in. Your chest is rising and falling with the effort, you feel the pain where something is pressed in your back and you can't get away from it. You hope that this time you're not going to lose.
You feel his breath hot on your neck and he holds your hands still, pressing against you with all his strength. You feel his chest pressing against yours, forcing you to breathe in sharp, short gasps in time with his. You want to cry out as you feel one of his thighs push between your legs but you can't stop him. You try to push him off, but even though you want to, you can't.
One of his hands leaves yours but before you can take advantage of your partial freedom, you feel his hand holding your chin, holding your head just so, as his mouth covers yours and you can't help it, you groan and your lips part and his tongue is in your mouth. And you want to stop but you can't get enough of that hot tongue that teases past your lips, your teeth, searching for and assaulting your tongue. You try stop him but instead you respond and your tongue meets his and it's wet and hot and you don't want it to feel this good because if it didn't you could stop him.
You can't stop kissing even though it would be better if you could because then you could breathe. And then you think that maybe you'll never breathe again because your chest aches for air when his hand slides under your shirt and you don't know if you're still kissing or breathing because all you can feel is that hand sliding over your skin, sliding over your nipples, sliding down to your waistband, and oh God, now that hand is sliding inside, opening your jeans, and did you really need to breathe to stay alive?
You couldn't move now, couldn't get away if your life depended on it. And maybe it does depend on it but maybe it's worth it to get this feeling again, this feeling that you never felt before but you've felt it a thousand times before and you would give anything to feel it again. Now you feel like you're part of the door. Your knees want to give way, but you don't even have the energy for that, because then this would end and that might be smarter, but you can't give this up, no matter what you promised yourself.
And you finally, finally, open your eyes and look down in time to see his hands pulling your jeans down, and then your boxers. Brown eyes meet yours, hot with need, as desperate as you know yours look to him, and you nod and you hate yourself for it, but you can't help it because the whole world is coiled in your groin and that hot mouth opens and gets closer to your cock, and you can't remember if anything ever looked that hot to you before. Your breathing slows painfully and you can't hear anything any more. You see his lips moving but you can't tell if he's talking, or babbling, or just breathing.
And you don't know if you've ever felt this naked, this exposed before. It feels like a hundred eyes are watching even though you can only see his and he's looking right in your eyes, watching you watching him. Then you feel incredible heat and wet surround the head of your cock and you really don't know if you're going to live another moment. But the next moment feels even better so you try to stay alive in case it gets even better and it does. Nothing has ever felt so good before and now you know you're no longer breathing, but you must be because suddenly you're thrusting into his mouth, as deep as you can get, and it takes air to do that, right? So you must be breathing even if you can't feel it or hear it, you can barely feel his hands on you. All you can feel is that amazing heat and wet and your cock and now you're coming and you feel helpless and you don't remember where you are any more as your whole body shakes with your orgasm.
And you bend over him, feeling limp like you're made of rubber. You feel his laugh as it vibrates in your groin because you still can't hear. And he carefully tucks you back in your jeans and zips you up with a little pat, and he holds you up against the door, kissing your neck, soft sweet kisses this time, until he reaches your lips and you remember how to breathe, as you stand there breathing with each other.
You feel him give you one last squeeze and you don't want him to go but you know you can't hold him there, you've never been able to. And you gather your strength to gasp out:
"Hey, I thought we agreed, no more blow jobs in the locker room!"
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Date: 2005-06-14 12:01 am (UTC)So, I think I'm just going to go melt into a puddle in the corner...
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 12:08 am (UTC)OMG! So hot! *fans herself*
Wonderful! Thanks for writing this.
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Date: 2005-06-14 06:45 am (UTC)P.S. I am writing another story and I was thinking of naming one of the characters for you. Would you have a problem with that? It doesn't entitle you to get with Nick or Greg, but at least you'd be sort of in there. :-)
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Date: 2005-06-14 05:47 pm (UTC)Naming a character after me? I've got no problem with that either, even if my character or whatever is only mentioned once. That's so cool!
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Date: 2005-06-15 07:29 am (UTC)I'm glad you like the no names. I figured they don't HAVE to be Nick or Greg. They could be … anyone!
Thanks for being my muse on this!
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Date: 2005-06-15 03:21 pm (UTC)Welcome :D
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