Again with the masturbatory angst

[moxie-brown.livejournal.com]

I couldn't get to sleep tonight. Insomnia's good for some things, at least.


Muero quizas
(391 words)

I grip my penis tighter, grimacing as my hand gives a sharp twist and my hips pump into the cool air. I think ahead to the following minutes, outlining the steps I will take before I gasp in pleasure. It will have to be quickly then, tonight.

I thrust two fingers into my mouth and flash to a memory of Ray, of Ray's long, elegant fingers as they worry a jacket button, wrap lovingly around the steering wheel, flick absently through a report. I suck harder, headless of dignity as I imagine Ray thrusting roughly into my mouth, his harsh breaths and throaty mutterings no doubt as feral and obscene as I feel now.

I bite down hard, digging my teeth into yielding flesh; with pleasure must come pain, and the dark pleasures feeding my body only serve to stoke my lust higher. No doubt Ray would agree with me, and a wistful longing envelops me before I shrug it off in favor of task at hand.

With one last thrust I slide my fingers out slick lips, tongue licking desperately at the retreating digits. I spare one second to tweak a nipple before I'm parting my thighs, letting the wet fingers slide and then press behind my testicles before taking a ragged breath and slowly circling my anus.

I tease myself now, envisioning Ray's grin above me, his luxurious massage a hint of things to come. I push harder, instinctively arching back at the slow, even glide. I twist and writhe, my body for once as flexible and agile as I never could be in Chicago. The second finger joins the first, and now I am hurdling toward completion, the sharp jab deep inside me and the furious jerk of my penis combining into one exquisite pleasure.

Sweat curls my hair, and I can almost imagine the fogged windows of the GTO. Once last vicious push and pull and I orgasm, air rushing out my lungs like the semen splattering across my stomach.

I ease myself down from the languishing high and clean myself with the nearby towel I had brought earlier from the bathroom. I lie in my bed and stare out the cabin window, slightly condensed from the heat I have just generated in the small room. I wonder how long it will be before the cold returns.

The End


So yeah, highly derivative, but at least it was an interesting experience. So, should I never write smut again?

Comments

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

Ummm...no. I wouldn't say you should never write smut again.

In fact, I think you should write a couple of sequels. Right now.

[moxie-brown.livejournal.com]

LOL, don't know if I have it in me, so to speak. Hmm, but now I'm thinking about what Ray's doing in his lonely apartment in Chicago.

[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

Lovely. Hot. Angsty.

And I like how the last line carries a double meaning.

[moxie-brown.livejournal.com]

I actually came up with that last line first, then worked down from the beginning.

[lovessong.livejournal.com]

I like this a lot. And please, feel free to write more smut. Lots more. No such thing as too much good smut.

[moxie-brown.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Heh, it's finals time, and all I'm thinking about is what type of sex scene I want to write next.

[lovessong.livejournal.com]

It's finals time here, too, and I got to read this to distract myself from writing my last undergrad paper *ever*. Heh. Flashfic is perfect for distraction, actually, because it's a pleasant distraction, but doesn't eat up hours of my time like epic stories do. (And I did finish and turn and the paper. Good luck with your finals . . .)

[ardent-muses.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

You have some very vivid word pictures here. I see a bright future ahead for you. ;)

[rowanfairchild.livejournal.com]

But, we *like* masturbatory angst. That way we get to have our kicks and think: 'aww, poor Fraser' at the same time. *g*
-R