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ds_flashfictionand I've got my entry done! What's the world coming to? *g*
about 820 words of smut, just smut and nothing but smut. And not who I expected, but there you go...
Winter in Grande Prairie
by JennyB.
“Oh, God, Ben.”
His body arches as he breathes the words. The pale column of his throat stretches out below me, daring me to mark him.
I look at him and remember him tanned from the sun and wind, as beautiful then as he is now, but in a vastly different way. Then he was still innocent, as I was. The world hadn’t touched us yet.
Now in the dark of my bedroom in the waning days of a northern winter, I remember the road that brought us here. I remember saying goodbye to him in a locker room in Chicago and expecting to never see him again. I certainly never expected to see his beautiful body stretched out below me like he is now.
I accept his challenge and mark his throat, knowing that no one will see the bruise under the layers of silk and wool and cotton we all must wear to stay warm in the bitterness of a Grande Prairie winter. I am seized by something primal as my teeth graze his skin and I bite his meaty shoulder, wrenching something like a sob from him.
“Turn over,” I command, my voice raw. He immediately does as he is told, turning to his stomach and raising his buttocks to me in offering. I can’t seem to catch my breath. His beauty and submission steals it from me.
He is strong, larger and stronger than I and yet in this I am the leader; I can command him to do my bidding. It is a heady feeling.
I stroke his finely muscled thigh, cup one buttock with my right hand as I reach for the lubricant with my left. As I introduce one slick finger, the muscles relax at once and I begin to understand how much he loves this surrender. His body is open to me, his buttocks parting and eagerly accepting more lubricated fingers.
“Ben, please.”
He’s ready for me and, truth be told, I don’t know that I could wait any longer to be inside him. We’ve waited for this, waited months for this consummation. We had things to talk about, issues to resolve, I kept saying. But now I can’t imagine how I was able to hold out this long, with the memories of his drugging kisses, his hands snaking under my brown uniform jacket and shirt to trace my ribs while we kissed. I’m sure he knows that the lubricant has been used to ease my frustration on solitary nights while I rememberd the taste of his skin under my tongue.
I use my wet hand to stroke myself and I have to clench my jaw and squeeze hard for a moment. Then I position my penis and start easing my way into Mark’s body.
His hands clutch my pillow and for a moment I fear it’s pain until he shudders and his body goes liquid and I hear him sigh. I’m fully seated inside him, my arms around his chest, my chest against his back. The profound connection between us makes us both go still for a moment.
This is where I belong. How could I ever have thought otherwise?
I finally begin to move inside him, tight and hot and so incredibly seductive. He pushes back against me, encouraging me to take what I need from him. He can support my weight, can withstand whatever I can give him and indeed relishes the chance to do so. So I drape my body over his back and thrust wildly into him, carried away by the sensations of lust and love and the permission to touch him like this, finally to take what I’ve always wanted from him.
A feral cry rips from me as the last vestiges of my control are stripped away. I grip his shoulders, every muscle in my body tensing and then shuddering as I pour myself into him.
I mouth the back of his neck as I recover and slip free of him. He gasps and I feel the unresolved tension in him. I remain draped over his back, keeping him warm and safe as my right hand reaches around him and wraps around his penis, painfully hard and leaking. Another sob, this one a sound of gratitude as I start to stroke.
“Come,” I whisper in his ear.
His body twitches under me and he chokes as he comes into his own cupped palm.
We finally collapse to our sides and Mark smears the wetness in his hand on his own belly. I tangle my wet hand with his and think dully that we should get up and clean ourselves.
“Welcome home, Ben,” he says drowsily, a lazy smile on his face.
I want to protest that I have never lived in Grande Prairie before, that Inuvik is my home, but I understand what he means. I fall asleep and look forward to spending tomorrow afternoon on the pond out back searching for pucks in the snowbanks.
about 820 words of smut, just smut and nothing but smut. And not who I expected, but there you go...
Winter in Grande Prairie
by JennyB.
“Oh, God, Ben.”
His body arches as he breathes the words. The pale column of his throat stretches out below me, daring me to mark him.
I look at him and remember him tanned from the sun and wind, as beautiful then as he is now, but in a vastly different way. Then he was still innocent, as I was. The world hadn’t touched us yet.
Now in the dark of my bedroom in the waning days of a northern winter, I remember the road that brought us here. I remember saying goodbye to him in a locker room in Chicago and expecting to never see him again. I certainly never expected to see his beautiful body stretched out below me like he is now.
I accept his challenge and mark his throat, knowing that no one will see the bruise under the layers of silk and wool and cotton we all must wear to stay warm in the bitterness of a Grande Prairie winter. I am seized by something primal as my teeth graze his skin and I bite his meaty shoulder, wrenching something like a sob from him.
“Turn over,” I command, my voice raw. He immediately does as he is told, turning to his stomach and raising his buttocks to me in offering. I can’t seem to catch my breath. His beauty and submission steals it from me.
He is strong, larger and stronger than I and yet in this I am the leader; I can command him to do my bidding. It is a heady feeling.
I stroke his finely muscled thigh, cup one buttock with my right hand as I reach for the lubricant with my left. As I introduce one slick finger, the muscles relax at once and I begin to understand how much he loves this surrender. His body is open to me, his buttocks parting and eagerly accepting more lubricated fingers.
“Ben, please.”
He’s ready for me and, truth be told, I don’t know that I could wait any longer to be inside him. We’ve waited for this, waited months for this consummation. We had things to talk about, issues to resolve, I kept saying. But now I can’t imagine how I was able to hold out this long, with the memories of his drugging kisses, his hands snaking under my brown uniform jacket and shirt to trace my ribs while we kissed. I’m sure he knows that the lubricant has been used to ease my frustration on solitary nights while I rememberd the taste of his skin under my tongue.
I use my wet hand to stroke myself and I have to clench my jaw and squeeze hard for a moment. Then I position my penis and start easing my way into Mark’s body.
His hands clutch my pillow and for a moment I fear it’s pain until he shudders and his body goes liquid and I hear him sigh. I’m fully seated inside him, my arms around his chest, my chest against his back. The profound connection between us makes us both go still for a moment.
This is where I belong. How could I ever have thought otherwise?
I finally begin to move inside him, tight and hot and so incredibly seductive. He pushes back against me, encouraging me to take what I need from him. He can support my weight, can withstand whatever I can give him and indeed relishes the chance to do so. So I drape my body over his back and thrust wildly into him, carried away by the sensations of lust and love and the permission to touch him like this, finally to take what I’ve always wanted from him.
A feral cry rips from me as the last vestiges of my control are stripped away. I grip his shoulders, every muscle in my body tensing and then shuddering as I pour myself into him.
I mouth the back of his neck as I recover and slip free of him. He gasps and I feel the unresolved tension in him. I remain draped over his back, keeping him warm and safe as my right hand reaches around him and wraps around his penis, painfully hard and leaking. Another sob, this one a sound of gratitude as I start to stroke.
“Come,” I whisper in his ear.
His body twitches under me and he chokes as he comes into his own cupped palm.
We finally collapse to our sides and Mark smears the wetness in his hand on his own belly. I tangle my wet hand with his and think dully that we should get up and clean ourselves.
“Welcome home, Ben,” he says drowsily, a lazy smile on his face.
I want to protest that I have never lived in Grande Prairie before, that Inuvik is my home, but I understand what he means. I fall asleep and look forward to spending tomorrow afternoon on the pond out back searching for pucks in the snowbanks.
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Date: 2003-09-02 05:41 pm (UTC)This is... whoo! Holy Hannah. Very hot, and lovely, and a very in control Fraser -- not just of the situation, but of himself.
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Date: 2003-09-02 05:47 pm (UTC)And not just *any* wibble: a prolonged, rich, and heartfelt wibble.
And a guh.
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Date: 2003-09-03 03:00 pm (UTC)I just finished reading Otsoko's On a Frozen Pond (http://www12.addr.com/~jeneral/onafrozenpondds.htm) which I think you might like.
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Date: 2003-09-03 04:48 am (UTC)Oh, God, that was good. And am I ever loving it that Fraser's on top.
Wheee!
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