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Title: The Boys Of Summer PWP ficlet
Fandom: SV
Rating:nc-17
Whit woke up and frowned.
Why was the bed so empty? He came fully awake and saw the covers were pulled back, the pillow on the other side of the bed was still warm, still crushed down…he was alone. And that explained why he was so cold. He shivered and slid out of the bed, shuffled out to the kitchen, yawning. He wasn’t there either. Whit sniffed. No coffee? Looked at the clock. Three o-clock in the morning? What the hell? Where was he? He scrubbed his hands through his hair, over his face, and huffed. Okay--
He looked in the living room, the bathroom, in the den. Back to the kitchen, and this time, looked out the window to the back yard and saw the car was running, idling in the driveway. He was in the car? Where in the hell was he going at this time of the morning?
He walked out to the drive, briefly wondering if the neighbors would see him in his boxers, and snorted. Like he really gave a damn.
Whit tapped on the window. “What the fuck—open up.” The locks popped and Whit slid in next to him. ”Are you okay?”
Green eyes met his, full lips turned into a slight smile, and Whit had to forcibly stop himself from leaning over to bite at the red swell of his bottom lip.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just…sitting. Thinking.”
Whit shivered. “It’s cold out here.” He wrapped his arms around himself and grinned when his boyfriend rolled his eyes at him. He was listening to some oldies station, and the song…oh yeah. He knew that song.
“That’s because you’re out here in your damn boxers. No fucking wonder the neighbors think we’re freaks.” He turned up the heat a bit and leaned back against the seat again.
“That’s not why they think we’re freaks.” Whit snorted. “Would you like to tell me why you’re sitting in the car at ass oh clock of the morning?”
“I…I don’t know.” Stopped. Looked at him. “Have you ever fucked in a car?”
Whit felt a sliver of ice in his chest for just a moment, but smiled widely. “Yeah…but trust me, today is not the day.” He laughed softly, and the ice melted away at the answering chuckle.
“Nah, that’s not what—but we could? Some time?”
Whit reached out and trailed a finger around the shell of his ear. He leaned over and licked the gold skin. “Maybe…with a lot of incentive and some Icy Hot.”
“Are you trying to say I’m old?”
“I’m just saying *I’m* not a teenager anymore.” Whit laughed. “Thank God,” he said, sincerely, fervently.
“Fuck yeah. I hear that.”
Whit felt the weight of his eyes on him and as always, it felt like a caress. After all this time, he still got a little hard under the intense scrutiny of those jade green eyes.
“It was fucking hard coming up for you, wasn’t it, Whit?”
“’Bout as hard as it was for you, I’m guessing.” Whit shrugged off his concern. “That was a longtime passing, boy.”
“No, Whit, your life was—was harder than anyone deserved. Do you…ever think about him?”
“Who?” Knowing exactly who. “Lex? Charlie? I know you’re always wondering about the—“
“No, I mean that other guy?”
That other guy. A slow tremor ran down his spine, he fought not to shiver…“No,” he lied. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Late at night. Nightmares.”
“Still? I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay. I—they don’t come often. Hardly ever now.”
“Would you leave me for him?”
Whit raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth—shut it. Took a deep breath and said, “Him? He’s dead, babe.”
“No. I mean Lex. If Clark dropped him, would you go running?”
Whit reached over and grabbed Sam’s ears. Pulled him close and said, “You’re making me crazy, idiot! You’re the one—ever and always, you asshole.” He slid into Sam’s lap, ignoring the steering wheel stabbing him in the kidneys. “You are the only one I love.” He rocked into Sam with each word and he could feel him getting hard. “You get that?”
Sam’s eyes lit up, and his grin widened. “Yeah. Really? Just me, hunh?”
“Rea—“ thrust—lly. Completely. Feel how much.” Took his hand, rubbed it over the growing bulge in the thin boxers. “Feel that. You do that.”
“Yee-ah.” He breathed. “I feel it.” His fingers gripped the solid heat, massaging
Whit’s dick through the fabric, slipping the worn soft cotton against it, jacking him, making Whit gasp. “Yeah, I like that,” Sam said.
He pushed his hand in the slit, and ran his thumb over the smooth head. A drop of precome bubbled up, slicked the pad of his thumb. Whit watched open mouthed and breathing heavy as Sam pulled his hand loose and licked his thumb. “Ummm, Whit. I like it very much.”
Whit hissed a bit and pulled himself up, high as he could in the SUV, and Sam leaned forward and licked the head of his dick clean, wet, and Whit was afraid he’d do himself a serious injury as he bucked forward. “Stop, damn—unh!”
“Unh-unh.” Sam slid the boxers down under the swell of his ass. His fingers slid up between his cheeks and circled his hole, pressing gently, knowing just how fast and how much and Whit loved that he knew every inch of him like this.
He reached back frantically, slapped around on the dash until he found the glove box and ripped it open, because of course, Sam had lotion in there. God forbid he be ashy…and he found it and threw it to Sam.
That made it better, and every time the tip of his finger slipped around and nudged in, he bent over Sam’s shoulder and moaned, weak and helpless as a kitten, burning….
Sam whispered in his ear, “I love that--I love the way you just…give it all up to me, god I love that…”
“Shut up. Fuck me, damn it.”
Sam laughed groaned and struggled to pull off his sweatpants. “Lift up a bit, help…”
Whit lifted and between the two of them, shoved the sweats down. Sam stroked himself, slicked himself with the lotion as Whit bit and sucked at his mouth, his neck, begging him over and over, Fuck me fuck me, please.”
Whit groaned—“so impatient,” he heard Sam scold, and then strong hands lifted him and dropped him down, and Sam’s dick burned it’s way inside him.
“Shit—Fuck! Oh god—oh god—“ Whit dropped his head back as fire surged into him, up, up and through the top of his head. He shook for a moment as his body eased into it, he rolled his head forward and opened his eyes to find his lover staring at him, an expression of wonder on his face.
“Whit--you’re so fucking beautiful…amazing, hot, god, so hot.” Sam grunted, squeezed Whit tight and lifted him up—down….
Whit gasped, groaned, and remembered the first time ever, how wild it’d been—how desperate. There was a bit inside him that wanted it always that desperate. Sam’s mouth closed over a nipple and Whit yelled. Sam bit, rolled his hips up, and Whit let himself go loose and rode his dick, let Sam control it all.
His own was jerking, drooling precome between them, smearing over Sam’s skin, slick and warm—the crown of his dick rubbing, catching on Sam’s stomach. God, I could almost come just from this
Sam’s hands gripped him even tighter; the little bit of pain adding to the heat and Whit yelled again, pumped himself up and down. Sam shifted his hands, held them wide, flat against Whit’s back, and every time he thrust up he hit that spot that made Whit clench tight around him, made him gasp and groan and beg for mercy.
“Aw fuck, Whit, I can’t--I can’t stop now. Gonna…”
Whit laughed, “Come, come already, come,” and he shivered in surprise, orgasm snuck up on him, making him tighten around Sam. He could feel the swell of his dick inside him, felt it throb, felt a hot spurt, and then all he felt was himself--soaring, higher and higher, lightning, fire, wringing him out and his dick jerked hard and splashed come from Sam’s navel to his throat….
“Jesus,” Sam said. “Jesus.” His thighs trembled under Whit, and they groaned in stereo. “Man, I think you killed me, Whit.”
Whit grinned. “You always say that.” He dropped onto Sam’s shoulder, panting. “If it’s any consolation, I’m dead too. Plus I might need new kidneys, fucking steering wheel.”
“Whine, whine, whine…Man, get up. I’ve got to go to work today.”
“Me too, you big girl.” He swirled his finger around in the come smeared between them and stuck it in Sam’s mouth. Sam grinned and sucked his fingers clean.
“Shit--we’re never going to make in on time if you do that,” Whit breathed.
Sam laughed. “I bet if you blow your boss, you; he’ll let you get away with it.”
Whit slid off his lap. Yeah? You think so. I’ll have to find out. But after a shower, maybe some coffee…and I think my boss owes me breakfast, right?”
Sam snorted and shut the car off. “Isn’t that one of our neighbors now?” He pointed across the lawn to another home. At one of the window was a shape behind gauze curtains.
Whit rolled his head to follow Sam’s gaze, looked over through the driver’s side window.
“See them looking?. I’m telling you man, they think we’re freaks.”
“Fuck,” Whit said as he let himself out of the SUV, rumpled, sticky, sporting wet boxers and a big grin. “After the way you screamed, they *know* we’re freaks.”
4-09-2006
Title: The Boys Of Summer PWP ficlet
Fandom: SV
Rating:nc-17
Whit woke up and frowned.
Why was the bed so empty? He came fully awake and saw the covers were pulled back, the pillow on the other side of the bed was still warm, still crushed down…he was alone. And that explained why he was so cold. He shivered and slid out of the bed, shuffled out to the kitchen, yawning. He wasn’t there either. Whit sniffed. No coffee? Looked at the clock. Three o-clock in the morning? What the hell? Where was he? He scrubbed his hands through his hair, over his face, and huffed. Okay--
He looked in the living room, the bathroom, in the den. Back to the kitchen, and this time, looked out the window to the back yard and saw the car was running, idling in the driveway. He was in the car? Where in the hell was he going at this time of the morning?
He walked out to the drive, briefly wondering if the neighbors would see him in his boxers, and snorted. Like he really gave a damn.
Whit tapped on the window. “What the fuck—open up.” The locks popped and Whit slid in next to him. ”Are you okay?”
Green eyes met his, full lips turned into a slight smile, and Whit had to forcibly stop himself from leaning over to bite at the red swell of his bottom lip.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just…sitting. Thinking.”
Whit shivered. “It’s cold out here.” He wrapped his arms around himself and grinned when his boyfriend rolled his eyes at him. He was listening to some oldies station, and the song…oh yeah. He knew that song.
“That’s because you’re out here in your damn boxers. No fucking wonder the neighbors think we’re freaks.” He turned up the heat a bit and leaned back against the seat again.
“That’s not why they think we’re freaks.” Whit snorted. “Would you like to tell me why you’re sitting in the car at ass oh clock of the morning?”
“I…I don’t know.” Stopped. Looked at him. “Have you ever fucked in a car?”
Whit felt a sliver of ice in his chest for just a moment, but smiled widely. “Yeah…but trust me, today is not the day.” He laughed softly, and the ice melted away at the answering chuckle.
“Nah, that’s not what—but we could? Some time?”
Whit reached out and trailed a finger around the shell of his ear. He leaned over and licked the gold skin. “Maybe…with a lot of incentive and some Icy Hot.”
“Are you trying to say I’m old?”
“I’m just saying *I’m* not a teenager anymore.” Whit laughed. “Thank God,” he said, sincerely, fervently.
“Fuck yeah. I hear that.”
Whit felt the weight of his eyes on him and as always, it felt like a caress. After all this time, he still got a little hard under the intense scrutiny of those jade green eyes.
“It was fucking hard coming up for you, wasn’t it, Whit?”
“’Bout as hard as it was for you, I’m guessing.” Whit shrugged off his concern. “That was a longtime passing, boy.”
“No, Whit, your life was—was harder than anyone deserved. Do you…ever think about him?”
“Who?” Knowing exactly who. “Lex? Charlie? I know you’re always wondering about the—“
“No, I mean that other guy?”
That other guy. A slow tremor ran down his spine, he fought not to shiver…“No,” he lied. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Late at night. Nightmares.”
“Still? I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay. I—they don’t come often. Hardly ever now.”
“Would you leave me for him?”
Whit raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth—shut it. Took a deep breath and said, “Him? He’s dead, babe.”
“No. I mean Lex. If Clark dropped him, would you go running?”
Whit reached over and grabbed Sam’s ears. Pulled him close and said, “You’re making me crazy, idiot! You’re the one—ever and always, you asshole.” He slid into Sam’s lap, ignoring the steering wheel stabbing him in the kidneys. “You are the only one I love.” He rocked into Sam with each word and he could feel him getting hard. “You get that?”
Sam’s eyes lit up, and his grin widened. “Yeah. Really? Just me, hunh?”
“Rea—“ thrust—lly. Completely. Feel how much.” Took his hand, rubbed it over the growing bulge in the thin boxers. “Feel that. You do that.”
“Yee-ah.” He breathed. “I feel it.” His fingers gripped the solid heat, massaging
Whit’s dick through the fabric, slipping the worn soft cotton against it, jacking him, making Whit gasp. “Yeah, I like that,” Sam said.
He pushed his hand in the slit, and ran his thumb over the smooth head. A drop of precome bubbled up, slicked the pad of his thumb. Whit watched open mouthed and breathing heavy as Sam pulled his hand loose and licked his thumb. “Ummm, Whit. I like it very much.”
Whit hissed a bit and pulled himself up, high as he could in the SUV, and Sam leaned forward and licked the head of his dick clean, wet, and Whit was afraid he’d do himself a serious injury as he bucked forward. “Stop, damn—unh!”
“Unh-unh.” Sam slid the boxers down under the swell of his ass. His fingers slid up between his cheeks and circled his hole, pressing gently, knowing just how fast and how much and Whit loved that he knew every inch of him like this.
He reached back frantically, slapped around on the dash until he found the glove box and ripped it open, because of course, Sam had lotion in there. God forbid he be ashy…and he found it and threw it to Sam.
That made it better, and every time the tip of his finger slipped around and nudged in, he bent over Sam’s shoulder and moaned, weak and helpless as a kitten, burning….
Sam whispered in his ear, “I love that--I love the way you just…give it all up to me, god I love that…”
“Shut up. Fuck me, damn it.”
Sam laughed groaned and struggled to pull off his sweatpants. “Lift up a bit, help…”
Whit lifted and between the two of them, shoved the sweats down. Sam stroked himself, slicked himself with the lotion as Whit bit and sucked at his mouth, his neck, begging him over and over, Fuck me fuck me, please.”
Whit groaned—“so impatient,” he heard Sam scold, and then strong hands lifted him and dropped him down, and Sam’s dick burned it’s way inside him.
“Shit—Fuck! Oh god—oh god—“ Whit dropped his head back as fire surged into him, up, up and through the top of his head. He shook for a moment as his body eased into it, he rolled his head forward and opened his eyes to find his lover staring at him, an expression of wonder on his face.
“Whit--you’re so fucking beautiful…amazing, hot, god, so hot.” Sam grunted, squeezed Whit tight and lifted him up—down….
Whit gasped, groaned, and remembered the first time ever, how wild it’d been—how desperate. There was a bit inside him that wanted it always that desperate. Sam’s mouth closed over a nipple and Whit yelled. Sam bit, rolled his hips up, and Whit let himself go loose and rode his dick, let Sam control it all.
His own was jerking, drooling precome between them, smearing over Sam’s skin, slick and warm—the crown of his dick rubbing, catching on Sam’s stomach. God, I could almost come just from this
Sam’s hands gripped him even tighter; the little bit of pain adding to the heat and Whit yelled again, pumped himself up and down. Sam shifted his hands, held them wide, flat against Whit’s back, and every time he thrust up he hit that spot that made Whit clench tight around him, made him gasp and groan and beg for mercy.
“Aw fuck, Whit, I can’t--I can’t stop now. Gonna…”
Whit laughed, “Come, come already, come,” and he shivered in surprise, orgasm snuck up on him, making him tighten around Sam. He could feel the swell of his dick inside him, felt it throb, felt a hot spurt, and then all he felt was himself--soaring, higher and higher, lightning, fire, wringing him out and his dick jerked hard and splashed come from Sam’s navel to his throat….
“Jesus,” Sam said. “Jesus.” His thighs trembled under Whit, and they groaned in stereo. “Man, I think you killed me, Whit.”
Whit grinned. “You always say that.” He dropped onto Sam’s shoulder, panting. “If it’s any consolation, I’m dead too. Plus I might need new kidneys, fucking steering wheel.”
“Whine, whine, whine…Man, get up. I’ve got to go to work today.”
“Me too, you big girl.” He swirled his finger around in the come smeared between them and stuck it in Sam’s mouth. Sam grinned and sucked his fingers clean.
“Shit--we’re never going to make in on time if you do that,” Whit breathed.
Sam laughed. “I bet if you blow your boss, you; he’ll let you get away with it.”
Whit slid off his lap. Yeah? You think so. I’ll have to find out. But after a shower, maybe some coffee…and I think my boss owes me breakfast, right?”
Sam snorted and shut the car off. “Isn’t that one of our neighbors now?” He pointed across the lawn to another home. At one of the window was a shape behind gauze curtains.
Whit rolled his head to follow Sam’s gaze, looked over through the driver’s side window.
“See them looking?. I’m telling you man, they think we’re freaks.”
“Fuck,” Whit said as he let himself out of the SUV, rumpled, sticky, sporting wet boxers and a big grin. “After the way you screamed, they *know* we’re freaks.”
4-09-2006
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4/9/06 06:09 am (UTC)Sex, in the car, in the driveway--they're not freaks, they're just in love. *g*
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4/9/06 04:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
4/9/06 12:41 pm (UTC)That was one hot birthday present!!!
Whitney deserve to be happily in love!
It was so worth the wait!!!
I just so very happy right now! :-)
Thank you for writing this!
*mwah*
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4/9/06 04:11 pm (UTC)*kiss* You are the best!
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4/9/06 02:19 pm (UTC)Oooh, bay-bee!
Hawt!
And sweet.
:)
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