Boy Meets World Sickness!
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roxyA while ago I threatened to write "Boy Meets World" slash, and the opportunity presented itself with a piece I wrote for Red Light Me So here it is, be warned!
“Look, I’m just saying--”
“See, you’re always just saying! Why can’t we just—be?”
“Because! There’s too much involved here—too many people who see us as—those guys, Eric and Jack—straight guys. This town is too small and too repressed and--”
Eric turned toward him on the seat, and looked just –pissed. “What the hell! Who cares what everyone thinks?” He threw himself back against the seat and crossed his arms and pouted.
Shit! Jack hated when Eric pouted because he always crumbled like a –a—crumbly… cookie… kind of thing.
He turned in his seat and faced Eric. “Look, babe, I know you don’t care what everyone thinks but that’s because, well—you’re stupid.” Jack looked at him in fondness and squeezed his knee.
“Oh, yeah, that makes me feel so much better. Why don’t you fill me up with your sweet talk? Tell me I’m a moron, bring me to my knees, tell me I’m a –a—did you already call me an idiot…” he trailed off at the look on Jack’s face. “What?”
“I—I don’t know, the fill me up—the knees-- that’s kind of hot---”
“It is? What about the fact that I’m stupid, or,” Eric’s face twisted up as he tried to remember what he’d said and Jack leaned across the seat and kissed him. Not just a kiss, Eric thought. Wow! A KISS.
Jack licked Eric’s mouth open wider and sucked his tongue, and the familiar rhythms sent a wake up message to his dick. Yes. Raising its head now, looking about, deciding it was very—very—happy…“Hard!” he gasped when Jack let him have a breath.
“Unh-hunh,” he said and attacked his mouth again and this time stroked and pressed at the heat trapped in Eric’s pants
“Oh! God,” he yelped and jerked his head back and knocked his elbow against the dash, making the little hula dancer there waggle.
Zipper, zipper—down –down and ah! There goes Jack’s hand, yes, yes, yes!
“Lift,” Jack said and pressed his hands upwards against his ass. Hell yeah!
He lifted up quickly and yelped as he made contact with the rearview mirror. Damn! He clapped a hand on his head and then slammed it down on the dash, making the hula dancer convulse, and lifted higher, so Jack could pull his jeans down and release his dick. It slapped out against Jack’s lips and brought a moan from both of them. Jack let it slide over his tongue and prod the back of his throat.
Oh! Oh! Eric rolled his hips, holding himself up on the seat rest and dash, one leg under him and the other shoved in the well, with his jeans around his ankle. He pushed in and out of the heat, the wet—Jack’s mouth, mouth-- He closed his eyes for a moment and just let sound pour out of his lips
“Jack, suck suck, oh—more--”
Jack listened to Eric and moaned in his throat.God he loved him! Loved this. He pressed down as far as he could go, to the point of gagging, but he loved the feel of the thick dick pressing his tongue down and filling his mouth. The hair curling around the base of Eric’s dick tickled and he huffed air out though his nose, and wow! That did something for Eric, what a yell. And ow, did that hula dancer just bounce off my head? —and he sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the shaft, the head. He sucked and pressed against the velvet skin, and jerked his head up in down in Eric’s lap.
His back started to hurt a little crunched up over the seat as he was—but Eric was panting harder, and fucking his mouth and he just held on and let him run the show, let him fuck in and squeezed his ass while he helped to hold him up off the seat. Eric threw his head back and screamed and pushed in hard. His dick twitched and jumped on his tongue and a flood of heat pulsed against the back of his throat. Jack sucked once, twice and pulled back to catch the rest on his tongue. He loved the taste of Eric’s come, and licked and sucked at the slit to get every drop.
Eric dropped back down onto the seat, and groaned loud and long—and gasped out, “If you think I’ve forgotten what we were—were we arguing here?”
Jack kissed him. “No, babe, we’re were just out for a drive."
“Oh. Oh! That’s nice.” Sure.Stupid like a fox.
Edited to put behind cut, sorry!
“Look, I’m just saying--”
“See, you’re always just saying! Why can’t we just—be?”
“Because! There’s too much involved here—too many people who see us as—those guys, Eric and Jack—straight guys. This town is too small and too repressed and--”
Eric turned toward him on the seat, and looked just –pissed. “What the hell! Who cares what everyone thinks?” He threw himself back against the seat and crossed his arms and pouted.
Shit! Jack hated when Eric pouted because he always crumbled like a –a—crumbly… cookie… kind of thing.
He turned in his seat and faced Eric. “Look, babe, I know you don’t care what everyone thinks but that’s because, well—you’re stupid.” Jack looked at him in fondness and squeezed his knee.
“Oh, yeah, that makes me feel so much better. Why don’t you fill me up with your sweet talk? Tell me I’m a moron, bring me to my knees, tell me I’m a –a—did you already call me an idiot…” he trailed off at the look on Jack’s face. “What?”
“I—I don’t know, the fill me up—the knees-- that’s kind of hot---”
“It is? What about the fact that I’m stupid, or,” Eric’s face twisted up as he tried to remember what he’d said and Jack leaned across the seat and kissed him. Not just a kiss, Eric thought. Wow! A KISS.
Jack licked Eric’s mouth open wider and sucked his tongue, and the familiar rhythms sent a wake up message to his dick. Yes. Raising its head now, looking about, deciding it was very—very—happy…“Hard!” he gasped when Jack let him have a breath.
“Unh-hunh,” he said and attacked his mouth again and this time stroked and pressed at the heat trapped in Eric’s pants
“Oh! God,” he yelped and jerked his head back and knocked his elbow against the dash, making the little hula dancer there waggle.
Zipper, zipper—down –down and ah! There goes Jack’s hand, yes, yes, yes!
“Lift,” Jack said and pressed his hands upwards against his ass. Hell yeah!
He lifted up quickly and yelped as he made contact with the rearview mirror. Damn! He clapped a hand on his head and then slammed it down on the dash, making the hula dancer convulse, and lifted higher, so Jack could pull his jeans down and release his dick. It slapped out against Jack’s lips and brought a moan from both of them. Jack let it slide over his tongue and prod the back of his throat.
Oh! Oh! Eric rolled his hips, holding himself up on the seat rest and dash, one leg under him and the other shoved in the well, with his jeans around his ankle. He pushed in and out of the heat, the wet—Jack’s mouth, mouth-- He closed his eyes for a moment and just let sound pour out of his lips
“Jack, suck suck, oh—more--”
Jack listened to Eric and moaned in his throat.God he loved him! Loved this. He pressed down as far as he could go, to the point of gagging, but he loved the feel of the thick dick pressing his tongue down and filling his mouth. The hair curling around the base of Eric’s dick tickled and he huffed air out though his nose, and wow! That did something for Eric, what a yell. And ow, did that hula dancer just bounce off my head? —and he sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the shaft, the head. He sucked and pressed against the velvet skin, and jerked his head up in down in Eric’s lap.
His back started to hurt a little crunched up over the seat as he was—but Eric was panting harder, and fucking his mouth and he just held on and let him run the show, let him fuck in and squeezed his ass while he helped to hold him up off the seat. Eric threw his head back and screamed and pushed in hard. His dick twitched and jumped on his tongue and a flood of heat pulsed against the back of his throat. Jack sucked once, twice and pulled back to catch the rest on his tongue. He loved the taste of Eric’s come, and licked and sucked at the slit to get every drop.
Eric dropped back down onto the seat, and groaned loud and long—and gasped out, “If you think I’ve forgotten what we were—were we arguing here?”
Jack kissed him. “No, babe, we’re were just out for a drive."
“Oh. Oh! That’s nice.” Sure.Stupid like a fox.
Edited to put behind cut, sorry!
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Just found this!
10/31/05 11:48 am (UTC)Loved this bit:
***“Oh. Oh! That’s nice.” Sure.Stupid like a fox.***
Corinna J
Re: Just found this!
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