Fic: Burst
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Well, I'm new around here (to both livejournal and nickngreg) and I decided to make my first post a fic. I'm not all too sure that it's worth reading since I'm not the most confident person about writing fics. Don't know where I was going with it, and it's a little short. But whatever. Feedback welcome. My name's Drew, by the way. :)
Title: Burst
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: R
Summary: …almost feel his tongue on my—fukc.
Ohmigodsotired. I just want to go home. Right now. I swear these people take me for granted. Hey, I know I’m irresistible, but they really don’t have to make up some lame excuse like ‘I need you to crosscheck this DNA with blahblahblah’ just to see me. But I can’t blame them. It is me we’re talking about here. I slave and I slave and what do I get? No respect, no respect! This metal table is just not comfortable at all. It’s hard, cold, and it’s got disgusting little globs of who-knows-what on it. But my heads on it, and I’m staring at that stupid pink clock. 8 more minutes. Just 8 more minutes. C’mon yaddam clock… tick faster motherflubesotiredbjskerjifkjzzzzzzzzzzzz…
“Greg.”
“Huhwha…”
Damn. I don’t want to open my eyes. I’m trying, but they’re doing that annoying automatic-closing thing they do when you wake up. Must sleep…
“Yoohoo, Greg?”
I swear if this person doesn’t stop shaking me I—wait. Was that a Texan accent forcing blood into my groin?
“Greg—ow!”
“Ow.”
Jeez! Doesn’t he know not to get so close to someone he’s trying to wake up?
“Oof… sorry Nick. Didn’t know you were right there.”
“Right.”
Great. Now I feel stupid and he’s standing there rubbing his jaw like the extremely hot and sexy and beautiful man he is. 7 minutes. Come oooon.
“You okay Greggo? You don’t look so hot.”
Now, I usually agree with everything that comes from those suckably thin lips, but I happen to find myself quite attractive. Not that I spank the monkey thinking about me, mind you. Well, okay, I did once or twice, but that wa—ohmigod. Holyshithishandsaretouchingme.
“We tirin’ you out a little too much?”
Jesus. His hands are all over my back just rubbing and squeezing and doing everything imaginable to make me hard. Nick’s got some sort of invisible mental leash on me or something. I just know it.
“God… Nicky.”
“You like that?”
And I can hear him laughing at me. Taunting me because he knows he owns me. Fucking mindfuck massage. I can just imagine what he looks like naked. God… those muscles, that skin, his di—ahgod he’s moving lower.
“Mm..”
“Just 6 more minutes kiddo.”
I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped touching me yet. I need to get off; now. I don’t think my dick’s ever been so hard. I want him in so many ways. I’m sure I’m lying in a puddle of sweat on this table because it’s really, really hot. I want our clothes off. I want him to lick every inch of me. I want that succulent little tongue to taste me. I want him to make me come so hard that I scream myself to deafness. I can almost feel his tongue on my—fuck.
“Oh… fuck!”
“Greg?”
I’m sure there was at least 7 really big spurts but I shouldn’t be worrying about my sperm count now. I tried to stay calm. Tried to act like nothing just happened in my pants. Tried to pretend penile fireworks didn’t just go off in my briefs.
“Need to go… home.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I should go.”
“O..kay.. I’ll see you later then.”
“Yeah.”
I was going to get up, I was, just as soon as I was sure it wasn’t showing through my jeans or going to slide down my legs. He turned around.
“You coming?”
“What!? NO! I mean…”
Damn. Damn damn damn.
“I just gotta tie a couple of things up before I go.”
“Sticky situation?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Alright, later man.”
Keep walking. Keep walking. Around the corner and… RUN. I jumped out of my chair, hung my lab coat up and tried my best to get to the parking garage. I’m sure I was walking like a monkey with a banana up his ass who just got his feet ran over by an 18-wheeler, but it was everywhere. On the bright side? At least I won’t have to jerk off when I get home.
Title: Burst
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: R
Summary: …almost feel his tongue on my—fukc.
Ohmigodsotired. I just want to go home. Right now. I swear these people take me for granted. Hey, I know I’m irresistible, but they really don’t have to make up some lame excuse like ‘I need you to crosscheck this DNA with blahblahblah’ just to see me. But I can’t blame them. It is me we’re talking about here. I slave and I slave and what do I get? No respect, no respect! This metal table is just not comfortable at all. It’s hard, cold, and it’s got disgusting little globs of who-knows-what on it. But my heads on it, and I’m staring at that stupid pink clock. 8 more minutes. Just 8 more minutes. C’mon yaddam clock… tick faster motherflubesotiredbjskerjifkjzzzzzzzzzzzz…
“Greg.”
“Huhwha…”
Damn. I don’t want to open my eyes. I’m trying, but they’re doing that annoying automatic-closing thing they do when you wake up. Must sleep…
“Yoohoo, Greg?”
I swear if this person doesn’t stop shaking me I—wait. Was that a Texan accent forcing blood into my groin?
“Greg—ow!”
“Ow.”
Jeez! Doesn’t he know not to get so close to someone he’s trying to wake up?
“Oof… sorry Nick. Didn’t know you were right there.”
“Right.”
Great. Now I feel stupid and he’s standing there rubbing his jaw like the extremely hot and sexy and beautiful man he is. 7 minutes. Come oooon.
“You okay Greggo? You don’t look so hot.”
Now, I usually agree with everything that comes from those suckably thin lips, but I happen to find myself quite attractive. Not that I spank the monkey thinking about me, mind you. Well, okay, I did once or twice, but that wa—ohmigod. Holyshithishandsaretouchingme.
“We tirin’ you out a little too much?”
Jesus. His hands are all over my back just rubbing and squeezing and doing everything imaginable to make me hard. Nick’s got some sort of invisible mental leash on me or something. I just know it.
“God… Nicky.”
“You like that?”
And I can hear him laughing at me. Taunting me because he knows he owns me. Fucking mindfuck massage. I can just imagine what he looks like naked. God… those muscles, that skin, his di—ahgod he’s moving lower.
“Mm..”
“Just 6 more minutes kiddo.”
I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped touching me yet. I need to get off; now. I don’t think my dick’s ever been so hard. I want him in so many ways. I’m sure I’m lying in a puddle of sweat on this table because it’s really, really hot. I want our clothes off. I want him to lick every inch of me. I want that succulent little tongue to taste me. I want him to make me come so hard that I scream myself to deafness. I can almost feel his tongue on my—fuck.
“Oh… fuck!”
“Greg?”
I’m sure there was at least 7 really big spurts but I shouldn’t be worrying about my sperm count now. I tried to stay calm. Tried to act like nothing just happened in my pants. Tried to pretend penile fireworks didn’t just go off in my briefs.
“Need to go… home.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I should go.”
“O..kay.. I’ll see you later then.”
“Yeah.”
I was going to get up, I was, just as soon as I was sure it wasn’t showing through my jeans or going to slide down my legs. He turned around.
“You coming?”
“What!? NO! I mean…”
Damn. Damn damn damn.
“I just gotta tie a couple of things up before I go.”
“Sticky situation?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Alright, later man.”
Keep walking. Keep walking. Around the corner and… RUN. I jumped out of my chair, hung my lab coat up and tried my best to get to the parking garage. I’m sure I was walking like a monkey with a banana up his ass who just got his feet ran over by an 18-wheeler, but it was everywhere. On the bright side? At least I won’t have to jerk off when I get home.
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Date: 2005-06-18 09:10 pm (UTC)Who knew a massage could be so hot?
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Date: 2005-06-18 09:54 pm (UTC)"Now I feel stupid and he’s standing there rubbing his jaw like the extremely hot and sexy and beautiful man he is"
"Taunting me because he knows he owns me. Fucking mindfuck massage."
"I’m sure I was walking like a monkey with a banana up his ass who just got his feet ran over by an 18-wheeler, but it was everywhere"
Omylord. Will you marry me? Welcome to DREW!!
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Date: 2005-06-19 10:59 am (UTC)Go you!
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Date: 2005-06-19 05:19 pm (UTC)Suuure... Nick had no idea of the effect he was having on Greggo. (winks)
Very well done!
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:38 am (UTC)ctx :D