Pick-up Lines 2 (meep)

[charisstoma]

Title: Pick-up Lines 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
From here http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/535156.html

It had been a pretty boat. The sails and grace of the ship had distracted and he’d never really noticed this Russ who’d thrown the bottled message into the water towards him. It had to be all priorly planned to manage the sailing and activity of constructing the note then placing it into the bottle just so. Too the note was not wet, so the bottle had been clean and dry before sent it was thrown on its mission to ask him to meet at the club. Harris didn’t know how he felt about that. The “later, clothing optional”, was disquieting too under such conditions, heck under any first meeting conditions and they hadn’t really met.

Looking down over his body, ‘well there was a lot of skin showing. Still it was just skin, nothing remarkable about it, though there was some partiality since it was his.’ To ignore his stalker or visit the club on his night off and meet under the protection of a public place where people who knew him would be. Nodding his head, ‘better to lance this boil now.’ Having determined his course, Harris lay back on the swim platform, there was plenty of time.

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NIIIINJA!

[meridae.livejournal.com]

When Huw copes with meeting Jack:

Huw sighed in relief as the hot water pounded down on his shoulders, relaxing muscles that had been held tense and uncomfortable all night. Not that he’d minded, not really – the bedraggled, feverish waif and stray that had washed up on his door step had proved to be a tempting armful once Huw had cleaned him up. Holding him close all night in a hot, sticky, fever-fuelled embrace had turned out to be a double edged sword. The intimacy had been more than nice, the way the young man had instinctively sought Huw out in bed, snuggling up close, wriggling his lithe, sweat damp body against Huw’s until Huw had given in and wrapped his arms around him. He’d settled then, into a calm, restful, though not any less sweaty sleep, and Huw had enjoyed the rare luxury of holding a beautiful man in his arms.

Of course, it wasn’t only Huw’s brain which had enjoyed holding the man close, nor only his brain which had suffered from the lack of company over the last too many years.

Speaking of which . . .

Huw leaned forward, bracing one arm on the tiles, staring down at his far too excited dick ruefully. Poor, neglected wee man – gotten all wound up by the nearness of another hot, sweaty body, only to be disappointed. No wonder Huw’s shoulders were sore – he’d spent the night holding the fellow – the one still in his bed that was, not the one perking at his groin – close, but not too close.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time – the guest room was in a shambles, and Huw needed to keep an eye on the lad while still getting some sleep so he could get up at dawn to milk the cows.

Shaking his head at his own foolishness, he took pity on himself and grasped his neglected – and not so wee – cock with a firm hand. This was familiar, and enjoyable, the only pleasure he’d had out of himself for at least the last four years. He closed his eyes as he let his hand move up and down with the grip and stroke and speed he liked best, pausing now at then to squeeze at the tip, press a thumb nail into the small slit, or move deeper down to fondle his sensitive balls. If he’d had time he’d’ve positioned himself properly so he could get to his arse but . . . well . . . the cows were waiting.

Didn’t stop the images forming behind his eyelids though. The sight of the lad’s body as Huw stripped off his sodden, rain-soaked clothes and redressed him in a pair of boxers retrieved from the backpack he’d been carrying and one of Huw’s oversized t-shirt. Soft down of golden hair surrounding a generous, albeit limp cock and plump, tender balls. Body run lean from too much walking, days spent in unskilled labour on local farms, and not enough food. Flat belly with barely defined abs; skin smooth all over except for calluses on his hands – he wasn’t afraid of hard work, obviously – and blisters from ill-fitting boots on his heels.

Huw wanted to do more than just wipe the fever-sweat off his skin with a warm, damp cloth then redress him. He wanted to lay the young man down on soft towels in front of the fire and massage almond oil into his body like he’d done to his lovers in his university days. He wanted to soak the wounded heels in warm water and soothing herbs; rub the calloused hands with moisturiser.

And when the slightly rounded, firm arse had insistently squirmed its way back into his groin this morning, he’d wanted to flip the lad to his belly and penetrate him in one hard, smooth, relentless thrust . . .

Huw groaned as he came, seed splashing over his hand and up the tile of the shower wall before washing away down the drain. He leaned his forehead against his arm, panting slightly as the lights flashed before his eyes, and the pleasure dissipated down his legs and up his spine with a tingle. He gave his cock a few more rough strokes, wanting to hold on to the pleasure, to haul it back and keep it deep and intense within his groin, but eventually, as his cock started to murmur in pain instead of delight, he let it go.

There were still those cows to be milked after all.

Re: NIIIINJA!

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Huw is a man of honor and integrity and RESTRAINT. I can see Jack having difficulty overcoming Huw's scruples; first there's sexual harassment of an employee, then there's the don't want to fall in love and have him leave, and then there's the 'you're doing this out of gratitude'.

This was a nice look inside Huw's head and the shower sex *grins* was hot. Now how is Huw going to managing Jack needing a shower while just barely on the mend?

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

lance this boil? - So romantic an image *blink*

But you're comitteed now, you have to write their meeting and their clothing optional and....I'll think of more plunnies by then ;)