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Riley Fic
Just so you know! A little something I was playiing with at work, because what better place to write porn?
some folks are getting suspicous...could it be because when they ask me what I'm doing I say"Writing porn?"
One of my co-workers wants to read my stuff.*snorf* I just might let him, it should be good for a laugh. I mean, shit, I look like Mrs. Santa Claus, no one fucking believes me!
A Dream With Graham In It And...
Riley’s dreaming.
In his dream, there’s a knock at the door. Come in he says and the door opens and Graham comes in. Hey he says and walks toward the bed where Riley is sitting, which is odd because he was sure he was laying in bed, covered up, but he’s sitting on the bed now. Weird. He’s got on boxers and a tee, but Graham’s in a dress uniform. He thinks it’s strange because they don’t wear dress uniforms, they don’t even wear fatigues upstairs in the house. The feeling fades after a moment and he feels Graham sit next to him. Hey Gray what’s up he says but Graham doesn’t answer, he just looks at him really hard. Ri, he says after a bit and puts his hand high up on Riley’s leg. Riley jumps, but his hands don’t move. Graham smiles and says relax; I won’t hurt you, hunm? Riley tries but can’t move and thinks how strange that he’s not more freaked out. It’s a dream so it’s ok. Graham moves his hand up his leg real slow and he smiles some more. Oh, Riley thinks, Gray has beautiful eyes, and blushes. He can feel how hot his hands are and now he feels warm breath on his neck. It all feels…nice. Riley, Gray says again, his lips brushing against his neck. Riley makes a noise that makes Graham laugh, but it’s ok, because it’s a dream. Gray’s fingers are slipping up under the leg of his shorts, tickling the hair on his thigh, he gasps when Gray’s fingertips lightly skim his dick. Why—why are you doing this Gray, he groans. Because, is the answer. We can do anything now. Watch—and suddenly Graham’s on the other side of him and his whole hand is in his shorts and he’s breathing real hard now—Gray, Gray, what –oh god…there’s a hot tongue dragging up his neck, and circling his ear. The tongue slips in and fucks his ear slow and it drives him crazy, always has and how does Gray know? Oh. Dream! he thinks, good –good because Gray is shoving his tee up under his arms and licking that hot, hot tongue in little circles on his chest—tapping his nipple, drawing it into his mouth holding it between his teeth and scrubbing it with his tongue over and over until Riley feels like he’s got to scream—Riley lets go because it doesn’t matter he doesn’t need any control and gasps and moans just like he’s always wanted to—wanted it to be, messy, loud, crazy—he jerks and thrusts against Graham’s palm. His hips clear the bed and he feels wild, and hot—he laughs when Gray makes a sly sound of approval. Ri he says I’m gonna pull your shorts down—and it makes him shake all over and gooseflesh rushes up and down his arms, he’s harder than he can ever remember being. Oh yeah, please Gray thank you Gray and his head drops back when Graham shoves his shorts down to mid-thigh. Graham leans over his leg and snags a bit of flesh between his teeth and growls---licks the spot and smiles at Riley. Still dreaming boy, still dreaming. Thank god Riley says between groans. Graham reaches behind him and pulls back a little bottle of lube and Riley laughs because his dream is so accommodating. Gray grins back and squirts lube into his palm—Riley sobs and moans when he strokes lube all over his dick. Dream, dream, dream he chants and watches the big warm hand, scarred knuckles and hair dusted across the fingers—watches it wrap around his dick, watches it slide up until all he can see is the purple head shining with lube and precome oozing out the tip. He’s naked from navel to knees and it’s the most exciting thing he can imagine. Gray’s hand is like fire on him and makes him quiver like a virgin and he relaxes even more---opens his legs as wide as he can with the shorts hobbling his knees, begging for more. Graham grabs his head and pushes down. Look he says look at what’s happening. Riley looks down, Gray watches too. Riley’s mouth hangs open because it’s too hard to close it all he can think of is what he sees, the head of his dick disappearing and reappearing in Gray’s fist. Graham starts twisting a bit on the upstroke and Riley hisses—fuck that’s good! Gray snorts a warm puff of air against his neck. Hell yeah, it’s good, it’s perfect. Riley’s thighs are trembling-he’s chewing on his lip—It’s a dream, Ri, you can scream if you want, he says and Riley shouts oh god, and snaps his hips up—fucks Gray’s fist. Sweat is pouring off of him—his tee’s soaked and he wonders how he could sweat like this in a dream. And then everything is boiling, his blood is boiling, his gut is full of flickering, fluttering fire. Everything is on fire—Gray—Gray-- he screams as loud as he can because it’s a dream and he’s always wanted to scream that name loud enough to hurt his throat. It feels good just like this—he feels the orgasm rushing up—Gray’s fist is a blur and the wet sucking sound is obscene—turning him on, and he’s spurting over Gray’s hand and over his thighs and Gray’s mouth is on his, drinking his screams and moans. I’m dreaming Gray, I’m dreaming. Yes you are he says and kisses Riley like he was precious, You are dreaming, Ri. He licks come off his fingers, and grabs Riley’s hand with his wet one, presses it against the hard hot length under the wool dress pants. It’s my turn, he whispers.
There’s a click, and the door opens. Graham sticks his head in. “Ri, you up?”
Riley grins at him until he realizes this is real and he’s awake and sticky and blushing deep, deep red.
“No!” he blurts. “I mean, yes—I mean--”
Graham grins at him and says,” Okaa—ay—I’ll just come back later when you figure it out,” and winks before he closes the door.
that's all she wrote.
some folks are getting suspicous...could it be because when they ask me what I'm doing I say"Writing porn?"
One of my co-workers wants to read my stuff.*snorf* I just might let him, it should be good for a laugh. I mean, shit, I look like Mrs. Santa Claus, no one fucking believes me!
A Dream With Graham In It And...
Riley’s dreaming.
In his dream, there’s a knock at the door. Come in he says and the door opens and Graham comes in. Hey he says and walks toward the bed where Riley is sitting, which is odd because he was sure he was laying in bed, covered up, but he’s sitting on the bed now. Weird. He’s got on boxers and a tee, but Graham’s in a dress uniform. He thinks it’s strange because they don’t wear dress uniforms, they don’t even wear fatigues upstairs in the house. The feeling fades after a moment and he feels Graham sit next to him. Hey Gray what’s up he says but Graham doesn’t answer, he just looks at him really hard. Ri, he says after a bit and puts his hand high up on Riley’s leg. Riley jumps, but his hands don’t move. Graham smiles and says relax; I won’t hurt you, hunm? Riley tries but can’t move and thinks how strange that he’s not more freaked out. It’s a dream so it’s ok. Graham moves his hand up his leg real slow and he smiles some more. Oh, Riley thinks, Gray has beautiful eyes, and blushes. He can feel how hot his hands are and now he feels warm breath on his neck. It all feels…nice. Riley, Gray says again, his lips brushing against his neck. Riley makes a noise that makes Graham laugh, but it’s ok, because it’s a dream. Gray’s fingers are slipping up under the leg of his shorts, tickling the hair on his thigh, he gasps when Gray’s fingertips lightly skim his dick. Why—why are you doing this Gray, he groans. Because, is the answer. We can do anything now. Watch—and suddenly Graham’s on the other side of him and his whole hand is in his shorts and he’s breathing real hard now—Gray, Gray, what –oh god…there’s a hot tongue dragging up his neck, and circling his ear. The tongue slips in and fucks his ear slow and it drives him crazy, always has and how does Gray know? Oh. Dream! he thinks, good –good because Gray is shoving his tee up under his arms and licking that hot, hot tongue in little circles on his chest—tapping his nipple, drawing it into his mouth holding it between his teeth and scrubbing it with his tongue over and over until Riley feels like he’s got to scream—Riley lets go because it doesn’t matter he doesn’t need any control and gasps and moans just like he’s always wanted to—wanted it to be, messy, loud, crazy—he jerks and thrusts against Graham’s palm. His hips clear the bed and he feels wild, and hot—he laughs when Gray makes a sly sound of approval. Ri he says I’m gonna pull your shorts down—and it makes him shake all over and gooseflesh rushes up and down his arms, he’s harder than he can ever remember being. Oh yeah, please Gray thank you Gray and his head drops back when Graham shoves his shorts down to mid-thigh. Graham leans over his leg and snags a bit of flesh between his teeth and growls---licks the spot and smiles at Riley. Still dreaming boy, still dreaming. Thank god Riley says between groans. Graham reaches behind him and pulls back a little bottle of lube and Riley laughs because his dream is so accommodating. Gray grins back and squirts lube into his palm—Riley sobs and moans when he strokes lube all over his dick. Dream, dream, dream he chants and watches the big warm hand, scarred knuckles and hair dusted across the fingers—watches it wrap around his dick, watches it slide up until all he can see is the purple head shining with lube and precome oozing out the tip. He’s naked from navel to knees and it’s the most exciting thing he can imagine. Gray’s hand is like fire on him and makes him quiver like a virgin and he relaxes even more---opens his legs as wide as he can with the shorts hobbling his knees, begging for more. Graham grabs his head and pushes down. Look he says look at what’s happening. Riley looks down, Gray watches too. Riley’s mouth hangs open because it’s too hard to close it all he can think of is what he sees, the head of his dick disappearing and reappearing in Gray’s fist. Graham starts twisting a bit on the upstroke and Riley hisses—fuck that’s good! Gray snorts a warm puff of air against his neck. Hell yeah, it’s good, it’s perfect. Riley’s thighs are trembling-he’s chewing on his lip—It’s a dream, Ri, you can scream if you want, he says and Riley shouts oh god, and snaps his hips up—fucks Gray’s fist. Sweat is pouring off of him—his tee’s soaked and he wonders how he could sweat like this in a dream. And then everything is boiling, his blood is boiling, his gut is full of flickering, fluttering fire. Everything is on fire—Gray—Gray-- he screams as loud as he can because it’s a dream and he’s always wanted to scream that name loud enough to hurt his throat. It feels good just like this—he feels the orgasm rushing up—Gray’s fist is a blur and the wet sucking sound is obscene—turning him on, and he’s spurting over Gray’s hand and over his thighs and Gray’s mouth is on his, drinking his screams and moans. I’m dreaming Gray, I’m dreaming. Yes you are he says and kisses Riley like he was precious, You are dreaming, Ri. He licks come off his fingers, and grabs Riley’s hand with his wet one, presses it against the hard hot length under the wool dress pants. It’s my turn, he whispers.
There’s a click, and the door opens. Graham sticks his head in. “Ri, you up?”
Riley grins at him until he realizes this is real and he’s awake and sticky and blushing deep, deep red.
“No!” he blurts. “I mean, yes—I mean--”
Graham grins at him and says,” Okaa—ay—I’ll just come back later when you figure it out,” and winks before he closes the door.
that's all she wrote.
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Wait - i thought more Clex/Bruce?
Graham's name is Gray? That's cool.
Uh - hot, even if it is soldier boys.
Hee.
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Whack away! Annoying damn thing.
:)
Whoot.
Clex.
Lark.
Hee.
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