"Playoffs"
by Kira
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ktomsons@ns.sympatico.caWarnings: bit-0-toys, but nothing really kinky...honest
Okay, this is pure sex people. This is what put the W in the PWP. It also a result of being ignored in the chatroom while people multitasked <g> Jo Ann, Rebekah..this one's for you guys LOL Just kidding...although some parts might be familiar 'cause I started writing this while I was waiting for their attentions to come back to the chatroom where they belonged <eg> And see Jo Ann...I was too writing!
"Playoffs"
by Kira
Blair pouted. He was very good at i t, he was told. But at the moment, it was affecting no one. Why? Because his lover, partner, best friend and Sentinel was watching basketball...basketball, of all things. When he, Blair, was in the need of some lovin'. The nerve. Even if it was the playoffs.
Blair trudged dejectedly upstairs, his sigh of rejection echoing in his ears, going unheard by his Sentinel, who could be incredibly deaf when he wanted to be. Stripping efficiently, he sprawled gracefully -- as that's the only way to sprawl when being dramatic -- on the red silk sheet which whispered delightfully against his skin. Giving a full body wriggle, he reveled in the sensation of the smooth silk caressing his bare skin all over. Wistfully, he imagined his lover's hands roaming over him in a similar intimate caress. With one fingertip, he slowly caressed a nipple, teasing it to a hard peak.
He didn't hold back his slight moan at the feeling of arousal. He spread his legs wantonly, feeling the sheet wind their way about his calves. He threw one hand above him on the bed, bending his elbow so that his arm arched over his head, while the other hand wandered down to his navel, twirling the thicker hair enticingly. He roamed back up, flicking at the nipple ring, the sharp cling of fingernail against silver barely audible.
He imagined Jim, running broad hands over his pectorals, caressing and licking at the dark nubs that drove him to ecstacy. He closed his eyes as his hand went lower, tangling in the curly hair at his groin. His chest heaved as he began to pant, restlessly shifting on the silky nest of sheets. A wedge of material wormed its way between his buttocks, rubbing seductively against his center, almost causing a shout of pleasure. Oh for it to be Jim's hand, or that wildly sensuous tongue.
But Blair could hear the tv droning on downstairs. With a sigh, he continued his solitary endeavor, slowly bringing a finger up his rampant erection and daintily circling the head. His hips moved involuntarily, thrusting up toward the promised pleasure. He interrupted his lonely dance and reached over to rummage in the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a tube of lube, a leather cock ring and a fair sized dildo. Not quite as large as Jim, but it would suffice.
He moaned as he firmly pumped himself before fastening the cock ring around his cock. He wanted this to last...and last...and last. Hiking one leg up and spreading his knees, he managed to spread lube around his anus, hastily preparing himself with one and then two fingers. Then he rolled over on his stomach, propping himself up on a couple of pillows. Reaching behind, he slowly began to circle the tight ring of muscle with the head of the dildo, resisting the urge to thrust backwards.
Patience. Patience. Slowly he pierced himself with the toy, whimpering under his breath. He thrust it slowly in and pulled back, almost bringing the head of it out of him. His cock rubbed against the silk, driving him on in his quest for ecstasy.
He was gradually establishing a rhythm, when his wrist was suddenly captured, stopping his inward thrust of the dildo.
"You started without me, my little slut."
Blair shivered at the heat in Jim's words. He hadn't even heard Jim mount the stairs, and now he desperately wanted Jim to mount him. With an encouraging wiggle of his upturned ass, Blair let go of the dildo, supporting his weight on hands and knees.
"Was just warming up." He gasped, as the dildo was shoved back in, stroking against his prostrate in a blaze of pleasure. He shouted and arched backwards, craving the stimulation.
"More, Jim. Oh god. More!" He groaned as Jim nipped at his earlobe, teasing him with flicks of his tongue.
"Do you want the real thing?" Another thrust punctuated the question. Blair threw back his head, baring his neck.
"Yes! Please.. in me," he panted, his cock weeping copiously despite the confining leather strap.
"Tell me what you want" Jim whispered dangerously, his breath hot in Blair's ear. He could feel Jim kiss and lick down his neck to suddenly stop where his neck met his shoulder, sucking voraciously. The surge of pleasure wrung a keening moan from Blair. He couldn't help it. When Jim marked him, Blair went crazy with lust.
"Fuck me Jim. I want you to fuck me...please," he panted.
"As you wish" The dildo disappeared and Blair moaned at the loss. He felt opened and barren, burning with a desire to be joined with his lover. And Jim didn't disappoint him. Blair felt Jim glide effortless into him with one smooth stroke. How Jim had managed to prepare himself for the entry, Blair would never know. But he didn't care. Filled, surrounded and completed by his lover, he surged backwards, wanting to accept all of Jim into him, just as he had taken all of Jim into his heart.
Buried deep in his lover, Jim growled, spreading himself over Blair's back. They were one. A large hand descended on Blair's cock and he thrust forward, mewling as he could feel Jim's erection almost leave him. Craving stimulation, Blair was caught between surging backwards onto the firm cock impaling him or the strong hand that caressed him. Buffeted by sensation, he let himself ride the wave of pleasure that grew in his groin.
His prostate was massaged on each in stroke, eliciting cries of utter elation that filled the loft. Jim set a frantic pace, thrusting, caressing -- claiming -- his lover. Blair finally begged for mercy and sobbed as Jim undid the leather strap, pumping deeply into this lover's clenching channel, while stroking the hard firmness that throbbed underneath them.
Blair could feel the dam bursting and he keened loudly as he came, spattering the sheet with his come and clenching so hard around Jim's cock that the Sentinel shouted and spurted his seed deep within Blair as though trying to reach his heart.
Blair's arms gave out and he collapsed, trusting Jim to support him, which of course his lover did. Jim eased them down and Blair squeezed the larger man's deflating cock with his internal muscles, milking each last sensation from their joining.
Jim eased out and grabbed a handful of wipes from the bedside table, tenderly cleaning his lover and himself, before spooning up behind him, tucking his lax cock between well used cheeks.
"That was .... incredible." Jim whispered. "You are so beautiful."
Blair tilted his head back for a kiss.
"So, better than the game?"
"Oh very much. No doubt about who scores."
Blair wacked Jim lightly on the arm.
"Love you, mine." Jim buried his nose in Blair's curls.
Blair placed his hand over Jim's broad one which wrapped around his waist. "Forever."
The end
Hot enough? Feed my muse..he's a mother now, he needs the energy <g>