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mprov fic: Touch Chris/JC
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jchalo. NC17. No kinks or warnings!*g*
"Lean back," Chris said quietly. "Spread your legs wider."
JC shivered, then moved back against the pillows, opening his legs. His skin prickled with goosebumps when Chris studied him, eyes sweeping slowly over him, from head to feet and back again. He could feel dots of heat where he hesitated, looked longer than just a glance, like he was studying JC. Finally he nodded, then sat back himself, opening his jeans. JC shivered again. "Chris?"
"Touch yourself. Just your nipples, right now. Stroke your fingers all around them...feel how hard and tight they get."
His hands trembled, but he stroked, rubbing over the small, hard nubs gently, then harder, feeling the texture change as they tightened. His sigh came out more as a moan, the sound soft and heavy, like his skin felt now.
"Pretty." Chris was stroking himself lightly, one finger rubbing and petting over the head of his cock. JC bit his lip and inched one hand downward, wanting to touch himself, to feel how hard he was. He ached now, just minutes into it. "Nuh-uh, not yet. Lick your fingers, man. Suck on them. Pretend you're giving head...lemme see."
JC slipped a finger into his mouth, eyes never leaving Chris' face. He swirled his tongue around his fingertip, then slipped a second finger into his mouth, began sliding them both gently in and out.
"That's it," Chris breathed, still stroking himself slowly as he watched. "Just like you're sucking my cock, C. Just like that."
It was difficult to watch Chris' face, to listen to those words, and to keep any sort of rhythm going. So he closed his eyes. Shut them tight, and just listened. And felt. And jesus, god.
He imagined it was Chris' dick in his mouth, hot and hard, swelling as he licked and sucked. He imagined the foreskin sliding back, exposing the tip, flushed red with blood, slit damp, leaking, the saltbitter fluid smeared in sticky streaks. Delicious, when he lapped, grabbing droplets up as they pearled.
"God. You should see yourself," Chris' voice was more groan than anything else, and it pulled JC back out of his head and into the room, three fingers in his mouth, his other hand working his tight, hard nipples. He blinked at Chris, looked at his cock, just like he'd imagined it, swollen and dark with blood, the tip glinting in the dim light. "Suck again...and touch your dick, C. Skim your fingers down over the length...you're so hard, aren't you, baby? Want to touch yourself so bad..."
"Yes..." he moaned softly around his fingers, his other hand shaking, he wanted to grab himself so badly.
"You can touch yourself, C. But only with your mouth." Chris' voice was barely a whisper, but JC heard the words like a shock to his system, like a jolt of energy sparking right through him. He drew in a sharp breath, feeling the heat that thrummed in his belly, in his cock.
"God, Chris..." He closed his eyes, shivers slipping along his skin, down his spine.
"Do it, baby. I want to see you suck your own cock."
Chris' voice slid over him like dark silk as JC wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock, the skin hot and tight where he touched. He stroked himself gently, hissing out a breath, concentrating on not coming yet.
It's not like he'd never done this before. There'd been other times, and JC could feel memory tug at his belly, spread heat through his body. Other times like now, slowly curving his body in on itself, sleek muscles flexing underneath flushed skin. He focused his breathing, slow, steady...fingers still gently working his cock.
"Fuck....oh god, C. Fuck." Chris' voice, and JC could feel the heat of his gaze on him, all over him, as he closed his eyes, breathed through the stretch of tendons.
So close, so close, oh god....hurts...but so good....
And then he heard Chris' intake of breath, and knew, knew he was there. His eyes flickered open, his lips parted and then closed gently around the head of his own cock, tongue lapping at the pre-come slicked at the tip.
I can taste myself, echoed inside his head, the words slipsliding in dark swirls behind his eyelids. All over my tongue. I can taste it.
"God," Chris breathed. "I still can't believe you can do that..." His voice broke on the last word, and JC shivered at the need in it. He closed his eyes again, concentrated on how it felt, to touch his tongue to the tip of his cock, how the bitter flavor spread over his tongue. Not a bad bitter flavor, just salty, darkly tart. It made him ache deep inside, someplace he couldn't even begin to think of touching, of reaching. Too far inside. A dark, quiet place.
He lapped again, shifted and wriggled until he could get just a fraction more in his mouth, could suck gently. His fingers worked the shaft, stroked and tugged, and he groaned softly, heard it echoed by Chris' higher, lighter sound.
"Such a pretty, dirty boy, sucking your own cock," Chris' voice was nearer now, low and husky, and JC nearly lost his concentration when he felt Chris' hands touch the backs of his thighs. "You're so open like this...all stretched wide, I can see everything, C."
His fingers teased along JC's thighs, and down to the crack of his ass, then lightly upward, one finger brushing over the tense ring of muscle. JC made a sharp noise in the back of his throat, a pleading, whimpering sound.
"Keep sucking," Chris breathed, fingers constantly stroking, kneading, teasing. "That's it. Feels good, doesn't it?" His voice was heat and smoke, and JC could feel the words drifting over him, slipping along his skin in ripples.
And then Chris' finger, slick with saliva, sliding inside him, and JC groaned as wild heat sparked through him. His fingers tightened on his cock, his lips gently moving over the head. So much sensation all over him, around him, in him; Chris's finger twisting gently, slowly. Too much and not nearly enough, and JC wriggled, wanting more.
"Hot little fucker, aren't you?" Chris didn't so much say the words as he breathed them over JC's skin, warm, moist puffs of air that only sounded like words. They couldn't really be, because JC wasn't sure he could understand anything right now. Except tones. Touch. Sensation. "Suck, baby. Lick...Christ." The finger edged further inside him, stroked slowly, then Chris rubbed over his prostate, and white light sparked behind his eyelids. Chris laughed, low and dark, and rubbed again, pressing lightly down until JC was writhing beneath the touch.
"More..." he panted softly, forcing the words out. His throat didn't want to work, his brain was having trouble forming the actual words. "Please, Chris--"
"More? Like this?" Chris slid his finger out abruptly enough that JC clenched, a low cry humming up from inside him. Before he could do more than make that sound, something slick, warm, oh-so-soft wriggled over him, teased at the muscle clenched tight, poking and laving it until he shuddered and loosened, heat spreading through him, centered in his ass. He's licking me. He's licking...oh, my god...
Every rough stroke was like a lick of flame, redhot and alive, and JC could feel his body responding almost instinctively. Muscles straining, needing, wanting more -- more of the slick wet tongue-strokes, more of the silvery ripples of sensation every time that tongue twisted into him. His belly tightened with heat, pooling dark and heavy inside him, and his hand on his cock moved faster as he closed his lips over the head of his cock once more.
Nothing but sensation now, hotslickwantneedfaster, JC's hand pumping his cock almost frantically now, hips writhing against Chris' tongue, heat all around him, thrumming through him. Nothing in his head but white noise and pure need, and then that long, perfect moment when it all went still.
Oh god, oh god, Chris...fuck...oh god....
Rainbow colours slowly threaded through the black velvet in his head, and he almost forgot to breathe, forgot to do anything but feel. Until it all came slamming back into him in a whitehot rush, and he was coming hard; belly pulsing, back arching one last time, moaning low and shuddering against Chris.
"God, you're sexy like this," Chris muttered against his thigh. JC trembled; just the sensation of moist breath skating over his skin was almost too much right now. He was so sensitive, every nerve ending still raw, screaming colors and sounds at him. "So fuckin' hot, C."
Chris' tongue stroked over him again, slicking wet heat over his ass before delving inside him. He licked and teased at the inside of JC's body until he was arching again, panting roughly, hands reaching to hold himself up, open, anything to keep the sensations ricocheting through his body. "Chris, god, please, man--"
"Wanna eat you up," he bit at the tender tissue, at the ring itself, and JC groaned, growled, arched upward against Chris' mouth while fire shot through him again. It ignited in his cock and ass, spread upward to warm his belly, to make dark hot red sparks shoot behind his eyelids.
"Fuck me...fuck me, Chris, please, wanna feel you." JC had his hand on his cock again, stroking slowly, carefully, feeling the prickles of heat as it grew, swelled. More heat, rising like a tide within him. He rocked down against Chris' mouth, moving slowly into a rhythm, groaning when Chris stabbed his tongue in and out. "More...moremore, please."
Then the wet heat was gone and JC moaned, whimpered, growled when Chris kneeled up over him, pulling a leg up and behind him. There was a moment when heat spiked into pain, swelled into a hot golden glow that became pleasure, as Chris thrust inside, one hard movement that opened him, let Chris slide deep inside. JC cried out and arched, driving Chris further, deeper, silverblackred streaking through his vision for a moment as his body adjusted.
"Fuck," Chris growled, and JC shivered at the pure need in his voice. He could feel Chris' hands warm and steady on his hips, holding him, fingers curled into the jut of bone. He thrust into JC roughly, eyes closed, teeth bared. JC felt heat spiraling though him again as he stroked his cock, watched Chris' face, listened to him whispering things that could have been sounds or words from another language. He reached down with his other hand and brushed fingertips gently against Chris' arm.
"Chris, hey. I'm here." And Chris' eyes flickered open, instantly focusing on JC, even as his fingers tightened on his hips, as the thrusts increased.
"Yeah," he ground out, voice rough and hot. "See you. Feel you. God, C...." He shuddered against JC and thrust in hard, fast, short and choppy and rough until JC felt dizzy with the burn spreading through him. He reached up and pulled Chris in closer, wriggling until he could kiss him, licking and biting at Chris' lips until he opened, let JC stroke his tongue inside.
JC let go of his cock and ground himself upward against Chris, meeting each thrust, and shivering at the slippery friction of sweaty skin against his sensitive cock. He could feel each throb in his ass when Chris pulled out echoed in his cock, then repeated in his head and chest, a symphony of drums beating a wild cadence inside him. Chris clutched him hard, fingers biting into his skin, then slammed forward and grunted, and JC felt the hot pulses as Chris came. He arched hard upward, clenching muscles tight around Chris' cock, growling when he came, slick, hot spurts against stickysweaty skin.
Chris pulled back gasping for breath, then sagged against JC, fingers still gripping, holding them close together. JC combed his fingers through Chris' hair and held him tight, listened to the thunder of his heart in his ears, pounding in time with the red and black flashing within his vision.
When Chris softened and slipped from him, JC shivered; it always left an ache, an emptiness he never quite got used to. He pressed tighter against Chris, nuzzling.
"Oh god, C--" Chris' breathing was still ragged, chest hitching with uneven breaths, and JC leaned in close, pressed his lips against Chris', biting at the soft flesh gently.
"Shhh," he murmured softly, curling himself round Chris, feeling the warmth from Chris' body spreading outwards into his own, feeling Chris' breathing slowing, steadying. His limbs felt heavy and warm, spread through with a soft glow that seemed to tingle along his skin. He felt Chris shift beside him, smiled as warm lips brushed his neck.
"Wake me up when you're ready for round two," Chris whispered.
JC grinned and wriggled closer. "You can wake me," he said. "I'm not going anywhere."
~fin~
jchalo. NC17. No kinks or warnings!*g*"Lean back," Chris said quietly. "Spread your legs wider."
JC shivered, then moved back against the pillows, opening his legs. His skin prickled with goosebumps when Chris studied him, eyes sweeping slowly over him, from head to feet and back again. He could feel dots of heat where he hesitated, looked longer than just a glance, like he was studying JC. Finally he nodded, then sat back himself, opening his jeans. JC shivered again. "Chris?"
"Touch yourself. Just your nipples, right now. Stroke your fingers all around them...feel how hard and tight they get."
His hands trembled, but he stroked, rubbing over the small, hard nubs gently, then harder, feeling the texture change as they tightened. His sigh came out more as a moan, the sound soft and heavy, like his skin felt now.
"Pretty." Chris was stroking himself lightly, one finger rubbing and petting over the head of his cock. JC bit his lip and inched one hand downward, wanting to touch himself, to feel how hard he was. He ached now, just minutes into it. "Nuh-uh, not yet. Lick your fingers, man. Suck on them. Pretend you're giving head...lemme see."
JC slipped a finger into his mouth, eyes never leaving Chris' face. He swirled his tongue around his fingertip, then slipped a second finger into his mouth, began sliding them both gently in and out.
"That's it," Chris breathed, still stroking himself slowly as he watched. "Just like you're sucking my cock, C. Just like that."
It was difficult to watch Chris' face, to listen to those words, and to keep any sort of rhythm going. So he closed his eyes. Shut them tight, and just listened. And felt. And jesus, god.
He imagined it was Chris' dick in his mouth, hot and hard, swelling as he licked and sucked. He imagined the foreskin sliding back, exposing the tip, flushed red with blood, slit damp, leaking, the saltbitter fluid smeared in sticky streaks. Delicious, when he lapped, grabbing droplets up as they pearled.
"God. You should see yourself," Chris' voice was more groan than anything else, and it pulled JC back out of his head and into the room, three fingers in his mouth, his other hand working his tight, hard nipples. He blinked at Chris, looked at his cock, just like he'd imagined it, swollen and dark with blood, the tip glinting in the dim light. "Suck again...and touch your dick, C. Skim your fingers down over the length...you're so hard, aren't you, baby? Want to touch yourself so bad..."
"Yes..." he moaned softly around his fingers, his other hand shaking, he wanted to grab himself so badly.
"You can touch yourself, C. But only with your mouth." Chris' voice was barely a whisper, but JC heard the words like a shock to his system, like a jolt of energy sparking right through him. He drew in a sharp breath, feeling the heat that thrummed in his belly, in his cock.
"God, Chris..." He closed his eyes, shivers slipping along his skin, down his spine.
"Do it, baby. I want to see you suck your own cock."
Chris' voice slid over him like dark silk as JC wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock, the skin hot and tight where he touched. He stroked himself gently, hissing out a breath, concentrating on not coming yet.
It's not like he'd never done this before. There'd been other times, and JC could feel memory tug at his belly, spread heat through his body. Other times like now, slowly curving his body in on itself, sleek muscles flexing underneath flushed skin. He focused his breathing, slow, steady...fingers still gently working his cock.
"Fuck....oh god, C. Fuck." Chris' voice, and JC could feel the heat of his gaze on him, all over him, as he closed his eyes, breathed through the stretch of tendons.
So close, so close, oh god....hurts...but so good....
And then he heard Chris' intake of breath, and knew, knew he was there. His eyes flickered open, his lips parted and then closed gently around the head of his own cock, tongue lapping at the pre-come slicked at the tip.
I can taste myself, echoed inside his head, the words slipsliding in dark swirls behind his eyelids. All over my tongue. I can taste it.
"God," Chris breathed. "I still can't believe you can do that..." His voice broke on the last word, and JC shivered at the need in it. He closed his eyes again, concentrated on how it felt, to touch his tongue to the tip of his cock, how the bitter flavor spread over his tongue. Not a bad bitter flavor, just salty, darkly tart. It made him ache deep inside, someplace he couldn't even begin to think of touching, of reaching. Too far inside. A dark, quiet place.
He lapped again, shifted and wriggled until he could get just a fraction more in his mouth, could suck gently. His fingers worked the shaft, stroked and tugged, and he groaned softly, heard it echoed by Chris' higher, lighter sound.
"Such a pretty, dirty boy, sucking your own cock," Chris' voice was nearer now, low and husky, and JC nearly lost his concentration when he felt Chris' hands touch the backs of his thighs. "You're so open like this...all stretched wide, I can see everything, C."
His fingers teased along JC's thighs, and down to the crack of his ass, then lightly upward, one finger brushing over the tense ring of muscle. JC made a sharp noise in the back of his throat, a pleading, whimpering sound.
"Keep sucking," Chris breathed, fingers constantly stroking, kneading, teasing. "That's it. Feels good, doesn't it?" His voice was heat and smoke, and JC could feel the words drifting over him, slipping along his skin in ripples.
And then Chris' finger, slick with saliva, sliding inside him, and JC groaned as wild heat sparked through him. His fingers tightened on his cock, his lips gently moving over the head. So much sensation all over him, around him, in him; Chris's finger twisting gently, slowly. Too much and not nearly enough, and JC wriggled, wanting more.
"Hot little fucker, aren't you?" Chris didn't so much say the words as he breathed them over JC's skin, warm, moist puffs of air that only sounded like words. They couldn't really be, because JC wasn't sure he could understand anything right now. Except tones. Touch. Sensation. "Suck, baby. Lick...Christ." The finger edged further inside him, stroked slowly, then Chris rubbed over his prostate, and white light sparked behind his eyelids. Chris laughed, low and dark, and rubbed again, pressing lightly down until JC was writhing beneath the touch.
"More..." he panted softly, forcing the words out. His throat didn't want to work, his brain was having trouble forming the actual words. "Please, Chris--"
"More? Like this?" Chris slid his finger out abruptly enough that JC clenched, a low cry humming up from inside him. Before he could do more than make that sound, something slick, warm, oh-so-soft wriggled over him, teased at the muscle clenched tight, poking and laving it until he shuddered and loosened, heat spreading through him, centered in his ass. He's licking me. He's licking...oh, my god...
Every rough stroke was like a lick of flame, redhot and alive, and JC could feel his body responding almost instinctively. Muscles straining, needing, wanting more -- more of the slick wet tongue-strokes, more of the silvery ripples of sensation every time that tongue twisted into him. His belly tightened with heat, pooling dark and heavy inside him, and his hand on his cock moved faster as he closed his lips over the head of his cock once more.
Nothing but sensation now, hotslickwantneedfaster, JC's hand pumping his cock almost frantically now, hips writhing against Chris' tongue, heat all around him, thrumming through him. Nothing in his head but white noise and pure need, and then that long, perfect moment when it all went still.
Oh god, oh god, Chris...fuck...oh god....
Rainbow colours slowly threaded through the black velvet in his head, and he almost forgot to breathe, forgot to do anything but feel. Until it all came slamming back into him in a whitehot rush, and he was coming hard; belly pulsing, back arching one last time, moaning low and shuddering against Chris.
"God, you're sexy like this," Chris muttered against his thigh. JC trembled; just the sensation of moist breath skating over his skin was almost too much right now. He was so sensitive, every nerve ending still raw, screaming colors and sounds at him. "So fuckin' hot, C."
Chris' tongue stroked over him again, slicking wet heat over his ass before delving inside him. He licked and teased at the inside of JC's body until he was arching again, panting roughly, hands reaching to hold himself up, open, anything to keep the sensations ricocheting through his body. "Chris, god, please, man--"
"Wanna eat you up," he bit at the tender tissue, at the ring itself, and JC groaned, growled, arched upward against Chris' mouth while fire shot through him again. It ignited in his cock and ass, spread upward to warm his belly, to make dark hot red sparks shoot behind his eyelids.
"Fuck me...fuck me, Chris, please, wanna feel you." JC had his hand on his cock again, stroking slowly, carefully, feeling the prickles of heat as it grew, swelled. More heat, rising like a tide within him. He rocked down against Chris' mouth, moving slowly into a rhythm, groaning when Chris stabbed his tongue in and out. "More...moremore, please."
Then the wet heat was gone and JC moaned, whimpered, growled when Chris kneeled up over him, pulling a leg up and behind him. There was a moment when heat spiked into pain, swelled into a hot golden glow that became pleasure, as Chris thrust inside, one hard movement that opened him, let Chris slide deep inside. JC cried out and arched, driving Chris further, deeper, silverblackred streaking through his vision for a moment as his body adjusted.
"Fuck," Chris growled, and JC shivered at the pure need in his voice. He could feel Chris' hands warm and steady on his hips, holding him, fingers curled into the jut of bone. He thrust into JC roughly, eyes closed, teeth bared. JC felt heat spiraling though him again as he stroked his cock, watched Chris' face, listened to him whispering things that could have been sounds or words from another language. He reached down with his other hand and brushed fingertips gently against Chris' arm.
"Chris, hey. I'm here." And Chris' eyes flickered open, instantly focusing on JC, even as his fingers tightened on his hips, as the thrusts increased.
"Yeah," he ground out, voice rough and hot. "See you. Feel you. God, C...." He shuddered against JC and thrust in hard, fast, short and choppy and rough until JC felt dizzy with the burn spreading through him. He reached up and pulled Chris in closer, wriggling until he could kiss him, licking and biting at Chris' lips until he opened, let JC stroke his tongue inside.
JC let go of his cock and ground himself upward against Chris, meeting each thrust, and shivering at the slippery friction of sweaty skin against his sensitive cock. He could feel each throb in his ass when Chris pulled out echoed in his cock, then repeated in his head and chest, a symphony of drums beating a wild cadence inside him. Chris clutched him hard, fingers biting into his skin, then slammed forward and grunted, and JC felt the hot pulses as Chris came. He arched hard upward, clenching muscles tight around Chris' cock, growling when he came, slick, hot spurts against stickysweaty skin.
Chris pulled back gasping for breath, then sagged against JC, fingers still gripping, holding them close together. JC combed his fingers through Chris' hair and held him tight, listened to the thunder of his heart in his ears, pounding in time with the red and black flashing within his vision.
When Chris softened and slipped from him, JC shivered; it always left an ache, an emptiness he never quite got used to. He pressed tighter against Chris, nuzzling.
"Oh god, C--" Chris' breathing was still ragged, chest hitching with uneven breaths, and JC leaned in close, pressed his lips against Chris', biting at the soft flesh gently.
"Shhh," he murmured softly, curling himself round Chris, feeling the warmth from Chris' body spreading outwards into his own, feeling Chris' breathing slowing, steadying. His limbs felt heavy and warm, spread through with a soft glow that seemed to tingle along his skin. He felt Chris shift beside him, smiled as warm lips brushed his neck.
"Wake me up when you're ready for round two," Chris whispered.
JC grinned and wriggled closer. "You can wake me," he said. "I'm not going anywhere."
~fin~
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Completely incoherent here.
You two should be crowned the reigning smut queens of the world.
:: fans self ::
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It should be your birthday everyday if it inspires hot fic like this.
Also thank you for the TrickC. My withdrawals are fading since there has been some good trickc out there in honor of your birthday. SJ