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Fic: Who needs words? (LoM)

Posted on 2008.07.03 at 21:20
Current Mood: sillysilly
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It's that draycevixen again. She starts talking, and inspiration follows her. Not that this is inspired, so much as downright silly, but the principle still applies.

Ficlet: 546 words.
Pairing: Sam/Gene. PWP. Sort of.
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warning: Unnecessarily flowery language. Abuse of English.

The silence that blanketed the shabby, musky flat was not, in this instance, absolute – punctuated as it was by sporadic grunts and stifled moans that would have been instantly recognisable to anyone who spent significant amounts of time watching soft porn. All that was missing was the electric piano and an entourage of bored cameramen.

The soundtrack increased, predictably, in volume and pace, crescendo-ing inevitably towards a highly satisfactory outcome for both sweaty participants. Hoarse muttering suddenly coalesced into identifiable words.

“Ah fuck me, Sam, that’s the dog’s bollocks, that is.”

The rhythmic thrusting abruptly ceased, as the other participant let out an amused snort.

“Well, there’s an image I could have done without right now. The dog’s bollocks? For fucks sake, Gene, your way with words never fails to astound me.”

Gene lunged upwards, toppling Sam onto his back and looming over him. “Is that right, Tyler? Suppose you could do so much better?”

“Gene,” Sam sighed in his special tone of combined sympathy and scorn that invariably had Gene wanting to rip his arms off, “there are life forms still struggling to evolve beyond cell division that could come up with more erotic language than that.”

Gene leant in closer, and Sam found himself gazing up into eyes glittering with a malicious glee that had his pulse racing. “Fair enough, Gladys. I expect that schools in Hyde have special classes in advanced ponce. About time you gave us lesser mortals the benefit of your superior wisdom.”

“Um – what?”

“Sorry, did I go too fast for you?” Gene’s smile was verging on the feral. “Talk dirty to me, darling. Let’s hear the master at work.” He closed the remaining few inches, breathing his words into Sam’s ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Teeth nipped none-too-gently at Sam’s earlobe by way of emphasis, prompting an involuntary shiver and licking of lips.

“Right.” Sam cleared his throat. “Er – right. Let me up, then.”

“Nope. Carry on.”

Sam tried an exploratory wriggle, but Gene was having none of it, gripping his forearms and pushing downwards. “Oi. You don’t go anywhere till I say. Unless of course you were talking out of your arse. You up to this or what?”

There was a moment of absolute stillness, before Sam met the challenging gaze with a sparkling, clear-eyed beam. “Yeah, why not? Advanced ponce, lesson one. Listen and learn.”

He shifted slightly so that their cocks, still half-hard from the exertions of a few minutes before, nestled against each other. Began to rock, very slowly, the friction gentle and teasing.

“Oh Gene.” The words came softly, languorous. “Gene, you great stud. Let me feel your proud throbbing manhood against mine.”

Gene snorted. “Proud throbbing what? Is that the best you can…?” He broke off with a strangled gasp, as Sam’s movements became more sinuous, the pressure increasing.

“Thrill me, Gene. Pound me with your purple-headed love truncheon.” Sam was getting properly into his stride now. “Let me feel the tremors rippling along your leaking velvet shaft. Feel your creamy seed mingle with mine as we… ah shit!”

Sam’s breath caught as Gene reached down, grasping their cocks with one firm hand and setting a pace that sent a shudder through them both.



“Shut up.”

“Yeah. Oh yeah.”


Strike while the irony is hot
draycevixen at 2008-07-03 21:30 (UTC) (Link)

It's my harpsichord solos, isn't it, that you find so inspirational... *bats eyelashes*

You had me sporfling like a sporfly thing with that perfect opening paragraph... and then you just rammed it home *cough* with the dog's bollocks bit. That's Sam's problem, he doesn't even have the sense to be flattered!

AND HERE, YOU MADE ME GO CAPSLOCK ON YOUR ARSE -- I ♥ THIS LINE there are life forms still struggling to evolve beyond cell division that could come up with more erotic language than that.”

Thank you! ♥
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2008-07-04 13:04 (UTC) (Link)
I have no doubt whatsoever that your harpsichord solos are deeply inspiring - although to inspire this they'd have to be unusual, to say the least!

Glad you enjoyed this, it's always a special joy to receive capslock! Thanks. :DD ♥
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