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Because I really like this story. TQ helped me with this, -thank you lovely girl-which is not to say you should blame her! Basically kind of cleaning out the old fic file
( ficfile,heh!What? It makes me laugh...)
Oz and Devon, close friends here, up to high school hi-jinks, the little scamps!
nc-17-ish,tsk!
Devon sat with his long legs looped around Oz’s thighs, almost in the smaller man’s lap. He leaned in toward him and exhaled a long plume of smoke into his face. Oz smiled and inhaled with his mouth open, and Devon leaned in further to lick his open mouth. He laughed and sat back a little, being careful not to put all his weight on Oz. He relit the joint and held it out to Oz .Oz leaned closer and let Devon set the joint to his lips, pressed them against Dev’s fingers and inhaled. He held the smoke in his lungs and sucked on Devon’s fingers till he needed to breath, and then blew the rest into Devon’s waiting mouth. He took advantage of the moment to slide his tongue around Devon’s gums and arched it to lick the roof of his mouth. Devon made a little noise and started to move back, but Oz kept him in place by holding the back of his head with the lightest touch and looked at Dev with his head tilted a bit. The question was in the slight tilt of his head, a quirk of his eyebrows. Devon looked back with a wide loose grin on his face and lost himself for a moment in Oz’s eyes, just a rim of green around huge black pupils. He could see himself in those pupils, and why not? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Oz’s eyes, his heart? He was Devon, after all, and he was certain that Oz just couldn’t get enough of him.
The inside of the van was getting hot and sweat was running down his ribs and along the creases of his legs. The sleeping bag they sat on seemed to get rougher, the fibers digging into his legs and scratching in a not altogether unpleasant way. It made him feel more sensitive to everything, the burn in his chest and throat joining and spreading to warm his whole body. He slitted his eyes and leaned his head back to watch Oz. Oz gave him a little “Oz” grin and watched him with total concentration, as though he’d suddenly developed x-ray vision, Devon thought, and imagined he could feel Oz’s gaze dig into his flesh and heat his bones, his blood. It bubbled in his veins and began to pool in his dick, and it made him breathless and giggly. He gave in the roller coaster ride in his head, as his thoughts bounced and floated around his skull. When he tried to think about the difference between the two of them, he guessed it came down to this: Oz got high and found truths, found the strands that connected everyone and everything. He played with them, aligned himself with them and explored the spaces between them. Devon got happily fucked up. He was beautiful, he sang with the band, Oz fucked him, what more did he need to know?
Devon swam back to an awareness of his body, and the heat under his thighs, and stroked his hands over Oz’s shoulders and leaned in again for a kiss. The soft lips under his gave way to the pressure he exerted, and even with his eyes closed he could feel Oz watching him, as though he were taking notes. When Oz pinched his nipples, he’d watch Devon’s face, gauging the degree of arousal he caused. He watched Devon’s response to everything he did, almost obsessively. It turned Devon on to a huge degree, so much so that he’d sometimes watch Oz watching him and forget to breathe.
There was nothing clinical about Oz’s watching, in fact it was born out of a bone deep appreciation for Devon’s beauty and responsiveness. It thrilled Oz that he could get such overwhelming responses from him. A small part of him thrilled to the thought that he had such control over the larger boy.
The inside of the van seemed to be slowly revolving, so he opened his eyes and startled at the single huge green eye staring back at him. Oz huffed in amusement when Devon squeaked and jumped back. He reached out and grabbed Dev’s wrists. “C’m back”, he whispered. “Let me touch you.” He stroked the inside of Devon’s wrists and pulled them up to his mouth, licking the sweat that beaded them. His tongue felt hot and rough and it made Devon breath harder. Tiny jolts of electricity sizzled through Dev as Oz gently pressed his teeth into the skin, mouthing and licking higher. He licked harder and savored the salt, and wrinkled his nose slightly at the taste of the cologne that Dev liked. The scent of it got stronger, along with the tang of sweat as the air in the boxlike interior of the van got hotter. Devon wrapped his legs around Oz and hooked his heels together behind his back. Their dicks brushed against each other, and unflappable Oz began to unravel just a little. His breath flared moist and warm against Dev’s skin as he grazed his teeth against Devon’s arm, in hot open mouth kisses.
Devon’s skin began to get a bit too sensitized and he rocked to try to get relief. His dick bounced against Oz’s and he got a gasp in return. Oz’s movements became more purposeful, and he bit down on Dev’s shoulder. Devon pushed him away, shuddering as pleasure began to edge into pain. Oz smiled and looked an apology .He pushed fully away from Devon and lay down in Devon’s lap with his arms around his waist and his cheek on his dick. He closed his eyes and absorbed the warmth and the smoothness. It seemed to him that there was nothing in the world but that patch of skin there and that warm pulsing column of flesh that he was at this moment deeply in love with to the exclusion of all else. Devon disappeared, the van disappeared and he was alone with his beloved. Until Dev poked him in the shoulder.
“Oz, man, are you awake?” he laughed.
Oz rolled his eyes up to Devon’s and fell in love with him. How did he not see before what a beautiful soul he had? ‘Damn.’ He rolled his whole body over. “Dev, I’m. Not good. Not enough here.” He sketched a vague wave with his hand that Devon intercepted and pressed to his mouth.
“Got ya, you’re not going anywhere,” he whispered against the sturdy fingers pressed on his lips. He sucked them slowly into his mouth, grating them against his teeth, Oz released a heartfelt groan that jolted right into Devon’s dick and made him quickly press Oz back against the pile of sleeping bag and clothes.
“Ah, Devon.” Oz moaned. He patted softly at Dev’s mouth. “Please, could you suck me?” he asked as shyly as though it were the first time. Oz is an honest, straightforward kind of guy, and not much given to playing games, but he knows how deeply it turns Devon on, this semi-virginal shyness.
“God,” Devon gasped and took Oz into his mouth, and reveled in the feel of Oz on his tongue. He ran his tongue over and over the head as he rummaged in the pile they lay on, somewhere in there are his pants, and he’s got a condom in the pocket that’s begging to be used…if he can just… Ah!
“Oz, dude, it’s ok to fuck you?”
“Dev, asshole!”
Devon laughed and enjoyed the way it shook around in his chest before bursting out in the air. Oz just lay there, waited with a pleased look on his face, and when Devon finally mastered the art of opening the packet, his smile had gone from sweet and expectant to anxious and breathless. Devon worked his fingers gently and steadily against the whorl of muscle; it gave in concert with a groan from Oz that strummed Dev’s nerves like an instrument. His breath caught as his finger felt like it’d just been sucked in.
Oz’s surrender to him was immediate and total: tables turned and Devon was in control; held the moment in the palm of his hand and stroked in and out of Oz, watched him lose all his Zen like quality and become a slave to sensation. When Devon felt the moment was right for himself, he sheathed his dick in the condom then sheathed his dick in Oz. The feeling exploded across his already vibrating nerve endings and he had to stop or it would end in that moment. Now it’s his turn to study Oz, watch the changes in his face as the sensations change. He pressed in and Oz sobbed out his name. Devon pumped Oz’s dick, his eyes locked on Dev’s and for a moment it’s like looking into the night sky, Devon felt like he was falling into them and then Oz squeezed his eyes shut and shook and came over Dev’s fist. The sound torn from Oz’s throat was raw and wrenching, a sort of howl cut through with a low moan that climbed inside Devon’s skin. In that moment he was so completely Devon’s that Dev just gasped and laughed and then came so hard that he felt like he’d exploded into a million shining pieces, that showered down and cover Oz with his sharp and brilliant love.
“Oz, man, I’m dead! You killed me,” He laughed and rubbed Oz’s stomach and grinned like he heard the best joke in the whole world. Oz grinned and looked at Devon like he’s found the best thing to eat in the whole world.
Later, like always, they parked in front of the school till it let out, and they can safely go home. Oz slid under the dash, looking for a c.d. he’d dropped earlier. Dev laid his head back against the door, taking a drag off his cigarette, and let the smoke drift out his mouth. He looked out through the windshield, and watched as a tiny cute redhead hurried across the street.
“Oz, dude,” he laughed “ There goes a female you!” Oz raised his head and looked at him and went to rise up.
“Never mind, she’s gone.” He drew his fingers through the still spiked red hair, and Oz laid his head on Devon’s thigh and smiled. Dev cupped his head and sighed, “It was a good day, hunh?”
( ficfile,heh!What? It makes me laugh...)
Oz and Devon, close friends here, up to high school hi-jinks, the little scamps!
nc-17-ish,tsk!
Devon sat with his long legs looped around Oz’s thighs, almost in the smaller man’s lap. He leaned in toward him and exhaled a long plume of smoke into his face. Oz smiled and inhaled with his mouth open, and Devon leaned in further to lick his open mouth. He laughed and sat back a little, being careful not to put all his weight on Oz. He relit the joint and held it out to Oz .Oz leaned closer and let Devon set the joint to his lips, pressed them against Dev’s fingers and inhaled. He held the smoke in his lungs and sucked on Devon’s fingers till he needed to breath, and then blew the rest into Devon’s waiting mouth. He took advantage of the moment to slide his tongue around Devon’s gums and arched it to lick the roof of his mouth. Devon made a little noise and started to move back, but Oz kept him in place by holding the back of his head with the lightest touch and looked at Dev with his head tilted a bit. The question was in the slight tilt of his head, a quirk of his eyebrows. Devon looked back with a wide loose grin on his face and lost himself for a moment in Oz’s eyes, just a rim of green around huge black pupils. He could see himself in those pupils, and why not? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Oz’s eyes, his heart? He was Devon, after all, and he was certain that Oz just couldn’t get enough of him.
The inside of the van was getting hot and sweat was running down his ribs and along the creases of his legs. The sleeping bag they sat on seemed to get rougher, the fibers digging into his legs and scratching in a not altogether unpleasant way. It made him feel more sensitive to everything, the burn in his chest and throat joining and spreading to warm his whole body. He slitted his eyes and leaned his head back to watch Oz. Oz gave him a little “Oz” grin and watched him with total concentration, as though he’d suddenly developed x-ray vision, Devon thought, and imagined he could feel Oz’s gaze dig into his flesh and heat his bones, his blood. It bubbled in his veins and began to pool in his dick, and it made him breathless and giggly. He gave in the roller coaster ride in his head, as his thoughts bounced and floated around his skull. When he tried to think about the difference between the two of them, he guessed it came down to this: Oz got high and found truths, found the strands that connected everyone and everything. He played with them, aligned himself with them and explored the spaces between them. Devon got happily fucked up. He was beautiful, he sang with the band, Oz fucked him, what more did he need to know?
Devon swam back to an awareness of his body, and the heat under his thighs, and stroked his hands over Oz’s shoulders and leaned in again for a kiss. The soft lips under his gave way to the pressure he exerted, and even with his eyes closed he could feel Oz watching him, as though he were taking notes. When Oz pinched his nipples, he’d watch Devon’s face, gauging the degree of arousal he caused. He watched Devon’s response to everything he did, almost obsessively. It turned Devon on to a huge degree, so much so that he’d sometimes watch Oz watching him and forget to breathe.
There was nothing clinical about Oz’s watching, in fact it was born out of a bone deep appreciation for Devon’s beauty and responsiveness. It thrilled Oz that he could get such overwhelming responses from him. A small part of him thrilled to the thought that he had such control over the larger boy.
The inside of the van seemed to be slowly revolving, so he opened his eyes and startled at the single huge green eye staring back at him. Oz huffed in amusement when Devon squeaked and jumped back. He reached out and grabbed Dev’s wrists. “C’m back”, he whispered. “Let me touch you.” He stroked the inside of Devon’s wrists and pulled them up to his mouth, licking the sweat that beaded them. His tongue felt hot and rough and it made Devon breath harder. Tiny jolts of electricity sizzled through Dev as Oz gently pressed his teeth into the skin, mouthing and licking higher. He licked harder and savored the salt, and wrinkled his nose slightly at the taste of the cologne that Dev liked. The scent of it got stronger, along with the tang of sweat as the air in the boxlike interior of the van got hotter. Devon wrapped his legs around Oz and hooked his heels together behind his back. Their dicks brushed against each other, and unflappable Oz began to unravel just a little. His breath flared moist and warm against Dev’s skin as he grazed his teeth against Devon’s arm, in hot open mouth kisses.
Devon’s skin began to get a bit too sensitized and he rocked to try to get relief. His dick bounced against Oz’s and he got a gasp in return. Oz’s movements became more purposeful, and he bit down on Dev’s shoulder. Devon pushed him away, shuddering as pleasure began to edge into pain. Oz smiled and looked an apology .He pushed fully away from Devon and lay down in Devon’s lap with his arms around his waist and his cheek on his dick. He closed his eyes and absorbed the warmth and the smoothness. It seemed to him that there was nothing in the world but that patch of skin there and that warm pulsing column of flesh that he was at this moment deeply in love with to the exclusion of all else. Devon disappeared, the van disappeared and he was alone with his beloved. Until Dev poked him in the shoulder.
“Oz, man, are you awake?” he laughed.
Oz rolled his eyes up to Devon’s and fell in love with him. How did he not see before what a beautiful soul he had? ‘Damn.’ He rolled his whole body over. “Dev, I’m. Not good. Not enough here.” He sketched a vague wave with his hand that Devon intercepted and pressed to his mouth.
“Got ya, you’re not going anywhere,” he whispered against the sturdy fingers pressed on his lips. He sucked them slowly into his mouth, grating them against his teeth, Oz released a heartfelt groan that jolted right into Devon’s dick and made him quickly press Oz back against the pile of sleeping bag and clothes.
“Ah, Devon.” Oz moaned. He patted softly at Dev’s mouth. “Please, could you suck me?” he asked as shyly as though it were the first time. Oz is an honest, straightforward kind of guy, and not much given to playing games, but he knows how deeply it turns Devon on, this semi-virginal shyness.
“God,” Devon gasped and took Oz into his mouth, and reveled in the feel of Oz on his tongue. He ran his tongue over and over the head as he rummaged in the pile they lay on, somewhere in there are his pants, and he’s got a condom in the pocket that’s begging to be used…if he can just… Ah!
“Oz, dude, it’s ok to fuck you?”
“Dev, asshole!”
Devon laughed and enjoyed the way it shook around in his chest before bursting out in the air. Oz just lay there, waited with a pleased look on his face, and when Devon finally mastered the art of opening the packet, his smile had gone from sweet and expectant to anxious and breathless. Devon worked his fingers gently and steadily against the whorl of muscle; it gave in concert with a groan from Oz that strummed Dev’s nerves like an instrument. His breath caught as his finger felt like it’d just been sucked in.
Oz’s surrender to him was immediate and total: tables turned and Devon was in control; held the moment in the palm of his hand and stroked in and out of Oz, watched him lose all his Zen like quality and become a slave to sensation. When Devon felt the moment was right for himself, he sheathed his dick in the condom then sheathed his dick in Oz. The feeling exploded across his already vibrating nerve endings and he had to stop or it would end in that moment. Now it’s his turn to study Oz, watch the changes in his face as the sensations change. He pressed in and Oz sobbed out his name. Devon pumped Oz’s dick, his eyes locked on Dev’s and for a moment it’s like looking into the night sky, Devon felt like he was falling into them and then Oz squeezed his eyes shut and shook and came over Dev’s fist. The sound torn from Oz’s throat was raw and wrenching, a sort of howl cut through with a low moan that climbed inside Devon’s skin. In that moment he was so completely Devon’s that Dev just gasped and laughed and then came so hard that he felt like he’d exploded into a million shining pieces, that showered down and cover Oz with his sharp and brilliant love.
“Oz, man, I’m dead! You killed me,” He laughed and rubbed Oz’s stomach and grinned like he heard the best joke in the whole world. Oz grinned and looked at Devon like he’s found the best thing to eat in the whole world.
Later, like always, they parked in front of the school till it let out, and they can safely go home. Oz slid under the dash, looking for a c.d. he’d dropped earlier. Dev laid his head back against the door, taking a drag off his cigarette, and let the smoke drift out his mouth. He looked out through the windshield, and watched as a tiny cute redhead hurried across the street.
“Oz, dude,” he laughed “ There goes a female you!” Oz raised his head and looked at him and went to rise up.
“Never mind, she’s gone.” He drew his fingers through the still spiked red hair, and Oz laid his head on Devon’s thigh and smiled. Dev cupped his head and sighed, “It was a good day, hunh?”
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Sooooo, Devon was the one who pointed out Willow? Too bad for him. Ha ha.
This was very very nice.
And LJ is making me mad again. It keeps making me log in log in log in.
It makes commenting a pain, but I had to comment on this.
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