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yellowvalleyPart 3 for your perusal. I have part 4 written, but figured I'd better post this cuz the lightening is getting pretty nasty and I'll most likely get all electrocuted if I try to type anymore today. But I figured I'll give you this before I go.
Heh. Nothing like Porn as a treatment for mind numbing depression.
Enjoy!
Frank left the door open for John to follow. He tossed his bag to the side of the hallway and kicked off his shoes, then began walking up the carpeted stairway toward the bedroom, unfastening his shirt cuffs. He saw no need to dawdle; they both knew what they wanted. When he heard John step into the house, he turned, halfway up the steps already, and looked down at his Captain. John seemed a little confused, but eager all the same.
“Shut the door.” Was all he said, turning to resume his climb upstairs. He was able to catch a glimpse of Johns’ raised eyebrows, though, and smirked. John may have initiated the game, but now that Frank was playing he aimed make the rules. Though he was sure the outcome was to benefit them both.
By the time he made it up to the bedroom, he could feel John right behind him, following. As soon as the younger man was through the door, Frank turned, and pushed him up against the wall, next to the doorframe. John winced from the impact, more from the unexpectedness than from actual pain.
Frank, pushing his hands into John’s shoulders to keep him still, pressed his lips to Johns’, while pushing his hips and rapidly hardening cock into contact with the solid body he has in front of him. John yields to Franks’ demanding tongue, opening his lips, letting him explore at will, caressing Franks’ tongue with his own. Moaning, the younger man put his hands over Franks’ hips, and pulled them into harder contact, rubbing, creating delicious friction through the jeans they are both wearing.
Deciding John has far too much clothing on, Frank runs his hands down the broad chest to the bottom of Johns shirt. He is a little bit in awe how solid and strong the muscles there feel. Slipping his hands under, he traces the shallow dips created by Johns abs, making him shudder.
Breaking the kiss, Frank somewhat violently pulls the shirt up and over John’s head. Eager fingers go straight for John’s nipples, pinching and rolling, while John reaches for Frank’s buttons on his shirt, attempting to level the playing field a bit. But his hands are batted away, as Frank leans in to nibble on an earlobe, before moving on to the neck.
“My time to play,” he whispers seductively, letting his breath play over John’s ear.
Grabbing John’s hair and tugging his head to the side, he bites John’s neck hard enough to leave a mark, right at the long cord of muscle that had been driving him to distraction all week.
The next sound John makes is a strangled whimper, so damn needy it makes Frank’s knees go weak. Moving his attention down along the neck to the collarbone, Frank bites that as well, desperate to hear that whimper again. With each inhale, John’s unique scent combined with the straight-from-the-shower clean smell is driving him closer and closer to the edge. Frank expects the fallout to be mind blowing.
What he doesn’t expect is John to physically push him off, grab him about the waist again, and change their positions, so that it is Frank against the wall. The two inches height that separate them has never been more apparent than now, with John fairly towering over him. He’s a little perturbed, and kind of shocked, and is getting harder by the minute as he stares into John’s eyes, which are boring into him, blazing with heat.
“I think you’ve played enough today, Frank.” Frank cannot remember ever hearing John’s voice growl like that before, and it’s such a fucking turn on Frank has to fight to stay upright on weak legs.
Grabbing both sides of the other man’s head, he leans in slowly, giving Frank time to anticipate another frenzy kiss. But when their lips meet, barely touching, he stops, still staring into Franks eyes. Frank tries to come forward, wanting another taste of John so badly, but the hands holding him won’t let him budge.
“My turn now,” he whispers, breath coming out in short bursts across Franks face. His hands move down to reach the first of the buttons on Frank’s shirt, unfastening them as quick as he can, hands faintly trembling with need. He eventually tires of trying, and rips the last two apart, and focuses his attention on the newly exposed skin. His hands run over the tight stomach, appreciating the firmness, before ever so lightly teasing the nipples, making Frank’s breath hitch.
Frank has been watching John’s eyes this whole time, and the pure lust the other man is exuding is driving Frank mad. The light touches to his hardening nipples are making his stomach tense, tendrils of sensation radiating from the buds. He needs more contact. The sooner the better.
He tries to move forward again, making a grab for John’s arms, but John simply pushes him by the shoulders back against the wall, and pulls his head away from Frank’s. He half-smiles, obviously knowing he’s driving Frank crazy. He comes in close again, then pulls away once more when Frank tries to initiate a kiss.
Frank’s frustrated growl makes his cock kick in his jeans, but John ignores it for the moment, letting his hands come up over the other man’s shoulders and slowly push his shirt off, letting his fingers trail down his arms as it falls to the floor, expensive and wrinkled.
Finally John leans back in, but bypasses Franks swollen lips to suckle on his neck, and behind his ear, making Frank moan lowly. Using his tongue, he so very slowly starts a trail, from the hollow of the other man’s throat, down the center of his chest, and through his stomach until he finds himself on his knees.
He waists no time, going directly for the button on Frank’s jeans, then slowly sliding the zipper down. His mouth watering with the thought that he is finally going to get to taste Frank, he pulls the jeans down just far enough to be serviceable, then reaches for the waistband of the dark blue shorts. He’s done this before; when you’re a teenager and spend most of your time around horny boys your own age, you experiment. Even a couple of times over the past few years, when someone in his travels has caught his attention.
Yet he’s never had his heart pounding like this. Never had his hands shake with desperation. Never damn near hurt with need. Especially as the purple head of Frank’s delicious looking thick cock comes into view as he pulls down the shorts enough for it to pop out.
Trembling fingers reach out to grasp the hard organ as Frank nearly stops breathing with anticipation. At first the grip is light, tentative, as it moves experimentally, learning that the underside, near the tip, is extremely sensitive for Frank and causes him to shiver if caressed the right way. As he gains knowledge and confidence, Frank finds it hard to stay standing. When John uses his thumb to wipe away a drop of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip, Frank nearly goes blind with shear sensation.
Feeling the end of his patience arrive, Frank puts his hands on either side of John’s head and pulls his face up to look him in the eye.
“Fucking hell, get on with it John. Suck it.” He reinforces his command with a sharp tug to John’s hair.
Having no problem with that game plan, John nods. He tries to remove Frank’s hands from his head first, but all he gets for his troubles is another hair tug. So he chooses to ignore them.
Leaning forward, John grips the bottom of the heavy cock, steadying it for his approach. He eyeballs the head, which is now steadily leaking. Feeling his mouth water again at the sight, he licks at the drops, before taking the head into his mouth. The salty tang to the liquid on his tongue seems to bring his taste buds to life. He twirls his tongue around the head, enjoying the taste he’s craved for months now, before taking more of Frank into his mouth.
Frank would swear he’s dying. His breaths are coming in sharp bursts, and his heart is jack hammering in his chest. His vision is graying out; all that’s clear is the gorgeous sight of his Captain on his knees, slowly taking all of him into his mouth, lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth.
He thinks this is one hell of a way to go.
Fingers are caressing his thighs now, before they reach back to his ass to give John better leverage. Frank wonders at John’s eagerness, as he’s set up a steady pace back and forth.
“You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you John?” Frank fairly moans. He runs his fingers through John’s hair, a little surprised by how soft it is.
Running his fingers down John’s face, he smoothes his thumbs along Johns cheekbones, utterly fascinated at how red his lips are turning, and how his cheeks are hollowing out as he applies more suction in reply to Franks’ comment.
“Have you watched me in the shower, John?” Frank asks curiously. “Have you wanted to do this, just drop to your knees in front of me as we wash off our sweat and grime from a hard practice, or a hard fought win? What about the lads, John? Would it have been a turn on to do it in front of them? Are you that dirty, hmm?”
John’s Fingers are scrabbling for more leverage at Frank’s ass, trying to push him further in despite his gag reflex. Frank can feel the tip of his cock bumping at the back of John’s throat, and he’s so fucking close, now, especially as John whimpers, sending vibrations through his cock up his spine. Frank gasps as he grasps John’s head again, forcing an increase in tempo.
“Well, I’ll give you what I want to give you. Fucking like it or not, mate.” Frank gasps. John is struggling now, trying to keep up.
“And you’ll take it, John. Whatever I give you’ll take and be happy with it. Because your mine now, after this. Once you got down on your knees for me, you were mine.”
He feels John pull up a bit, and run his tongue over that one spot on the underside and “oh fuck yes” he’s on the edge.
Taking Frank all the way back into his throat, John swallows, and Frank falls. His hands are pulling at John’s hair now, holding his head in place as he shoots into John‘s mouth. Not the warning tugs of before, and it hurts, but John doesn’t notice. He’s feeling very pleased with himself for learning Frank so quickly, for making him lose control so completely. John fights off a smile.
Then Frank really starts to fall, as in to the floor, and John presses his hips into the wall to keep him steady. Franks hands are softly running through his hair again as he takes his time licking Frank clean, before placing a soft kiss to the softening member and letting it slip from his now aching mouth.
As the world slowly returns, John belatedly notices his own throbbing erection, squeezed painfully into too tight jeans. He reaches down a hand and squeezes it experimentally, moaning when he realizes how damn close his is to cumming himself. Eyes closed, his head drops against Frank’s hip, and he whimpers when Frank playfully tugs the strands again as it goes straight to his cock. Frank chuckles breathlessly.
Standing up suddenly, Frank has to stop John from keeling over at the loss of a lean-to before he shucks off his jeans and shorts. John is eyeing him, appreciatively, running his hand over his still jean-clad cock. Frank raises an eyebrow and pointedly looks at John’s moving hand.
“Stop that.”
John stops his hand from moving, reluctantly, looking very frustrated.
Frank stalks forward, and John watches him warily.
When the are toe to toe, Frank smiles wickedly.
“Mine to play with, remember?” And he reaches for the buttons of John’s jeans.
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Date: 2006-07-04 01:13 am (UTC)(May I friend you, please?)
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Date: 2006-07-04 01:22 am (UTC)of course! I'll friend you back :)
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Date: 2006-07-04 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-04 01:42 am (UTC)The only thing I have in the way of feedback right now is:
AND THE HOT!!!!11!
Sorry. I 'll try back later when my brain is no longer broken.
(It may take awhile.)
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Date: 2006-07-04 02:01 am (UTC)I can never be sure when I write whether it's worth posting or not, so I don't. Maybe I should start more :P
I only have one more part written out and i'm debating on wether to leave it there or write some more. If not I'll go through my other stories and see if I feel confident enough to post those. I have so many false starts though it's a shame!
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Date: 2006-07-04 09:22 am (UTC)This was so *so* hot. The tension, playfulness, description, battle for dominance,... You worked in so many of my kinks. I'm not kidding when I say I literally cannot wait for the next part.
*wibbles and shifts*
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Date: 2006-07-04 10:28 am (UTC)Next part coming up soon!