fic: pinch me 1/1
TITLE: Pinch Me
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Derek Dorsett, Kris Russell from the CBJ. Derek's pov.
SUMMARY: Oh my life is changing everyday, in every possible way, and though my dreams
it's never quite as it seems, 'cause you're a dream to me.
~~
Our horses were grazing or whatever it is that horses do, I only know how to ride them. Poor Kris wasn't as lucky with the knowing how to ride thing. But I kind of liked him riding with me and letting his horse following along much better anyway.
It was one of those days that felt more like the weather should just be called dusty, more than hot, like you could feel sticky, and kind of grimy, even just sitting still. Once we'd been riding for a while, swimming just felt like the only thing that made any sense.
Clearly going home and showering, well it just wasn't as fun.
My clothes was off and in a little pile in the grass and his made a similar one next to it, as we raced into the water. Of course he won, always, I don't even try and bet anymore, unless its for something fun.
This was more about cooling down than some silly bet.
Well it started out that way.
A couple of flips around in the water and seeing his ass a few times had me thinking something else.
Fast!
Apparently he was thinking the same thing. Next time I surfaced, he grabbed me, kissing me, whispering my name against my lips, his eyes staying on mine, making my knees go weak as usual, while I clung to him and kissed him back.
Amazing.
Pretty much every time he kisses me it's all I can think. Amazing, that he even wants to when I do, let alone that he initiates and grabs me like this.
My eyes close and I grasp tight to his back kissing him for all I'm worth. Somehow, without me even noticing we're only about thigh deep in the water, and he turns me around, kissing the back of my neck, his cock hard against me already.
Mine's ready for action too, and his fingers find my hand and both of ours curl around my cock, while he slides a finger inside me too.
Soft words against my skin, I can't even pick them out, but that's not the point at all, I can feel them, feel him, feel his fingers stretching me, and stroking me, hear my moans, getting louder as my hips rock and my head tips back, offering him more of my neck.
He bites down just as I spread my legs wider, whispering that I want him. Just like always, he gives me exactly what I want, pushing into me, slow, deep, fuck he fits... just so exactly perfect. His teeth sink in harder and he sucks more, making me shake even more as he starts to thrust.
I'm crying out and begging, yelling for more.
More of everything.
I had no idea it'd be like this, but every time with him just gets better and more intense and god... I can't get enough, thrusting back and working his cock even tighter, reaching to grasp hold of him wherever I can, screaming again when his teeth dig in even harder and finally, I let go and come, shaking in his arms as he keeps on fucking me.
It doesn’t take him much longer, a rough moan against my ear and I feel him inside me. I can't help but moan again, pushing back even more and breathing harder. Kris's voice is thick against my ear, I can't even focus on what he's saying, just feel and press back to him, whispering over and over how amazing he feels.
I can't get, enough of him. Fuck, even now I'd beg him to go again... if I had to.
.
.
.
And then I woke up.
Confused.
Turned on.
Blinking...
Only unlike all the other times I'd woken up similarly, I wasn't alone and frustrated.
He was right there next to me.
It's been a lot of years of dreams like that, simple less vivid once, before I knew exactly how it'd be, to pretty complex, way more involved ones when I figured it all out. They've pretty much all been him though since I was fuck, sixteen, seventeen?
He curled into me even as soon as I moved at all, wrapping his arms around me and whispering something, it doesn't even matter what against my temple. He didn't even wake up; he just felt me uneasy or something and comforted me.
I stayed there, just lying there still, watching him, barely even breathing hard so I wouldn't wake him up. He smiled in his sleep a couple of times, murmured others, all the while keeping hold of me as if I'd go away if he didn't.
There's no fucking chance of that happening.
I don't fall back asleep.
I didn't have to.
This was better than any dream I'd ever had.
THE END
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Derek Dorsett, Kris Russell from the CBJ. Derek's pov.
SUMMARY: Oh my life is changing everyday, in every possible way, and though my dreams
it's never quite as it seems, 'cause you're a dream to me.
~~
Our horses were grazing or whatever it is that horses do, I only know how to ride them. Poor Kris wasn't as lucky with the knowing how to ride thing. But I kind of liked him riding with me and letting his horse following along much better anyway.
It was one of those days that felt more like the weather should just be called dusty, more than hot, like you could feel sticky, and kind of grimy, even just sitting still. Once we'd been riding for a while, swimming just felt like the only thing that made any sense.
Clearly going home and showering, well it just wasn't as fun.
My clothes was off and in a little pile in the grass and his made a similar one next to it, as we raced into the water. Of course he won, always, I don't even try and bet anymore, unless its for something fun.
This was more about cooling down than some silly bet.
Well it started out that way.
A couple of flips around in the water and seeing his ass a few times had me thinking something else.
Fast!
Apparently he was thinking the same thing. Next time I surfaced, he grabbed me, kissing me, whispering my name against my lips, his eyes staying on mine, making my knees go weak as usual, while I clung to him and kissed him back.
Amazing.
Pretty much every time he kisses me it's all I can think. Amazing, that he even wants to when I do, let alone that he initiates and grabs me like this.
My eyes close and I grasp tight to his back kissing him for all I'm worth. Somehow, without me even noticing we're only about thigh deep in the water, and he turns me around, kissing the back of my neck, his cock hard against me already.
Mine's ready for action too, and his fingers find my hand and both of ours curl around my cock, while he slides a finger inside me too.
Soft words against my skin, I can't even pick them out, but that's not the point at all, I can feel them, feel him, feel his fingers stretching me, and stroking me, hear my moans, getting louder as my hips rock and my head tips back, offering him more of my neck.
He bites down just as I spread my legs wider, whispering that I want him. Just like always, he gives me exactly what I want, pushing into me, slow, deep, fuck he fits... just so exactly perfect. His teeth sink in harder and he sucks more, making me shake even more as he starts to thrust.
I'm crying out and begging, yelling for more.
More of everything.
I had no idea it'd be like this, but every time with him just gets better and more intense and god... I can't get enough, thrusting back and working his cock even tighter, reaching to grasp hold of him wherever I can, screaming again when his teeth dig in even harder and finally, I let go and come, shaking in his arms as he keeps on fucking me.
It doesn’t take him much longer, a rough moan against my ear and I feel him inside me. I can't help but moan again, pushing back even more and breathing harder. Kris's voice is thick against my ear, I can't even focus on what he's saying, just feel and press back to him, whispering over and over how amazing he feels.
I can't get, enough of him. Fuck, even now I'd beg him to go again... if I had to.
.
.
.
And then I woke up.
Confused.
Turned on.
Blinking...
Only unlike all the other times I'd woken up similarly, I wasn't alone and frustrated.
He was right there next to me.
It's been a lot of years of dreams like that, simple less vivid once, before I knew exactly how it'd be, to pretty complex, way more involved ones when I figured it all out. They've pretty much all been him though since I was fuck, sixteen, seventeen?
He curled into me even as soon as I moved at all, wrapping his arms around me and whispering something, it doesn't even matter what against my temple. He didn't even wake up; he just felt me uneasy or something and comforted me.
I stayed there, just lying there still, watching him, barely even breathing hard so I wouldn't wake him up. He smiled in his sleep a couple of times, murmured others, all the while keeping hold of me as if I'd go away if he didn't.
There's no fucking chance of that happening.
I don't fall back asleep.
I didn't have to.
This was better than any dream I'd ever had.
THE END