I Hate Titling Fic
Title: Too Ridiculous to be Titled Properly
Author: Me, unfortunately
Rating: NC-17 for graphic, and omg can you even rate something like this? D:
Pairing: Kradam, I guess. But the entire piece is written in OMC's PoV. About Kradam. Yeah.
Warnings: Crack!fic-ish?
Summary: A ficlet, based off of a fic. Yeah, I know. But read the notes below this and it might make a little more sense.
Notes: Alright, so originally I hadn't intended to post this but scorpio_15 was annoying and made me do it anyways. >/ jk ilh.
Which you should probably know that this entire thing is based off of Chapter 61( http://scorpio-15.livejournal.com/17362.html) of The Tie, also by scorpio_15. However, this is not at all, under any circumstances a part and or drabble of her story. I wrote this, with her permission of course, as per an idea from pyrosgf. I suppose it's not completely necessary to have read that specific chapter of The Tie, but you probably should just for the fact that it's fucking awesome. /tl;dr I know, I know.
This entire thing is ridiculous, and I don't think I've ever written anything like it. So, with that in mind, enjoy?
The thing that really fucking sucks about being an ice cube is that you could have it so much better. None of us really get a choice on where we spend our lives. Hell, we're really not individuals if you think about it. Not if you're referencing the lucky fuckers that live for most of eternity as particles in a lake or an ocean.
When it comes down to it though, no single water particle gets the luxury of spending their entire life in one location. Or at least, not that we can remember. As the human race knows, water is everlasting - a constant flow throughout the environment, whether it be through a river, a pond, or a sewage plant even. At one point or another, we are all forced to survive as one of the lesser occupations in our society - such as bodily fluids or toilet water. If we're fortunate, they're few and far between. If not, well, you get the point.
In the bigger picture, we're all one entity. I say we because I like to try and identify myself as an individual in the spare moments I can. For instance, in this moment I'm a single molecule of water. But a lake, or ocean, would be a massive group of molecules. When you're a part of a movement of that size, there are no individuals. We are each allowed to think freely, but we have next to no control in our movements.
And there's that one minor detail about how we can read each other's minds. I mean, it's not horrible - having zero privacy - because really, we're particles of water, how much privacy could we need. It's just kind of, inconvenient. It's hard to recognize whether the thoughts that are flitting through your mind are your own or the particle's next to you. I suppose it could be kind of cool as well, when we're in smaller groups, we can read the particles' minds in locations other than ours. Especially if we're in liquid form, due to the fact that we are virtually one particle, it's easier for us to jump through each individual mind.
We don't have genders, or races, or ethnicities. The human world has no effect on us. We don't give a shit about politics, or religion, or which celebrity is in rehab and which celebrity has a new sex tape. Water is neutral. And actually, we are all pretty much exactly alike. Physically, no shit, but I'm speaking mentally. There are a few outcasts, like in every society, but they're usually sent straight to an aquifer and filtered into normal particles.
Which brings me to our rebirth. Aquifers or filters of any sort, for us are equivalent to what showers are for humans. Really kind of obvious. The only difference is the complete washing out of our minds. We are still the same particle afterwards, with the same memories, however any negativity is removed from our spirits. It's like a re-do button, that you can pass through an unlimited amount of times in your life, which is pretty fucking cool if you ask me.
Me. As mentioned before, I'm an ice cube. Or, a particle in an ice cube. If I'm being politically correct we're an ice cube. And, it's really not a disaster to be in this position now and again. Majority of the time we're filtered in some way prior, so that's always a plus. Sometimes we even get as lucky as having the option to be stationary for more than a few hours.
It's just, as opposed to a human's five senses, we only have three. Water particles can see, hear, and feel. And from what I've heard, these senses are sharper to us than that of a human's. We don't exactly have eyes, or ears for that matter, we just are . There are no logical explanations in a human tongue for the reasoning behind how we function with these senses the way we do. Believe me; I've done my fair share of questioning. The things I know are from experience. Take the tactile sense. We feel how the object we are occupied on or around is feeling. If say, a cool group of water particles is poured down a thirsty man's throat, we get the relief. Or, if scalding hot water is spilt in someone's lap, the burn is reflected right back on us; but intensified, because our creator felt like we weren't tortured enough in our lifetimes.
Back to my rant about being an ice cube, though. Like I said, it's not an enormous pain in the ass. It actually wouldn't be an issue at all if, in order to be altered from a liquid to a solid form, it wasn't necessary to be kept in areas well under 32 degrees Fahrenheit. It's the same going from a solid to a liquid or gas as well, in the rare occasion that we are forced to withstand scorching hot temperatures to do so.
It's really kind of like hell. Wrapped in misery. With a thick layer of oh-my-fucking-god-I-wish-it-was-physically-possible-for-me-to-die. And as grateful as we should be for the fact that it IS impossible for us to die, in the literal sense, it really just makes us that much more miserable. If you want a comparison, go sit in a pile of snow in Antarctica. Naked. For at least 8 hours. Except that's impossible too because, oh yeah, you're not allowed to die.
And that's just the beginning. As an ice cube - nine times out of ten us water particles are consumed. By humans. Which in comparison to the freezing or heating process, is not that bad. Traumatizing, but not horrible. The human body is a disgusting place. Don't ever venture inside one. I never quite understood why humans refer to each other as "beautiful on the inside" because in all reality, you're not. Thick, nasty blood swimming with ugly cells and ridiculously long intestines full of waste and feces and don't even get me started on your colon. Oh, and at the end of our journey through the human body we're excreted in some form or another. Which, I don't care how many times the other particles tell you it actually can feel pretty fucking awesome, it's not - it's pretty fucking disgusting if you're not fortunate enough to be forced out in anything but an orgasm.
This is how we live. I've known the rest of the molecules in this ice cube with me for all of about 18 hours now. We all ended up in the pipelines of an apartment complex somewhere in California one way or another, and were filtered through a faucet, into our respective trays and placed in the freezer by a rather attractive man with inky-black hair and bright blue eyes.
We have now surpassed the point of coherent thoughts due to the freezing temperatures but thankfully got the introductions out of the way when we first started forming. I think the particle to my left and three molecules over I actually journeyed with in the Atlantic once.
The freezer we're all occupying belongs to a young couple in Los Angeles. Or at least, that's what someone thought they'd heard. We've deduced that they're both male, judging by the shouts of 'Adam' from the man with a deeper, throaty voice and the choruses of "Kris" from another man with the slightly higher tone and a smoother pitch. We've also deduced that their sex lives aren't exactly suffering. And more than one of us envy the fortunate few water particles that are released in the ridiculous amount of orgasms that occur in this apartment.
Sex drives. They have them.
Now, we may not be human. But we know everything a human knows. Probably more. Though it's physically impossible for us to personally experience an orgasm first hand, I've heard of a few tales in which humans use frozen water particles during foreplay. The molecules I've spoken to about it always rave about how it was the best experience of their life to date, so naturally I flipped through their mind a bit and yeah, they're not lying.
But the odds of us actually being fortunate enough to experience something like that? Slim to none. Well, in this home, they might be a little higher. Regardless, I don't like to get my hopes up, so I'll just plan on melting in a glass of water or soda and eventually re-live the human anatomy for the hundredth time. Gross.
We're all startled when the fridge opens abruptly, our minds stir slowly to life in the rush of warm air and we let out a collective mental sigh when a man reaches in and grabs our tray. He's really small, actually - at least compared to the man that created us. Light, chocolaty eyes and a warm, crooked grin on his ridiculously full lips. We now understand the large amounts of sex. Oh, we completely understand.
The hazel-eyed man taps us once against the counter lightly, and rather than pull a few of us out, he dumps the entire tray into a bowl. Our minds work together to search for a scenario where a human would need this much ice - an ice bath, maybe - but we stop when the man does the same with one of the other trays in the fridge. We're joined with another group of frozen water particles and are still at a loss for ideas on what two trays full of ice cubes could be used for.
The sound of the fridge shutting reaches us and we all mentally start fidgeting. A couple have already been removed from the collective and are swimming freely at the bottom of the bowl. I'm kind of jealous.
We watch the man look down at us with a slight smirk. He laughs to himself quietly and runs a hand through his unkempt brown hair almost nervously. When he trains his gaze back up and begins moving we decide to stop questioning and just appreciate. He's got a strong jaw with a smooth throat and a soft, sun-kissed complexion. We're thrown off guard when he starts humming. The tune is familiar, under his breath but not quiet enough for us to miss. The particle next to me thinks it's a Beatles song. I, on the other hand, am almost positive I caught the chorus of an old Britney Spears hit.
Collectively, we relax a little. He doesn't carry us far, but he does carry us at a pace slightly too fast for anything casual. His eyes are bright, lips curled up mischievously. The man's eager. Really eager.
We conclude that we've entered a different room when we feel the temperature raise slightly. The air around us is tight when we're set down on a flat surface, more and more particles slipping down to join the pool at the bottom.
We're left alone for the time being. Hushed murmurs and wet noises fill the spaces around us, but we're still struggling to come to a conclusion. Personally, I'm starting to put the pieces together - but no, could we be so lucky? The molecules around me are leeching off of my idea, confusion replaced with anxiety, thrumming with the new energy.
I count twenty two long seconds before my suspicions are confirmed. The man with the smoother pitch, though his tone is rougher than usual, moans, "Fuck, Kris, yeah."
We collectively shiver. And it has nothing to do with our temperature.
The odds of this happening to me alone, are practically non-existent. Or I would have thought it so - maybe I haven't seen enough of this world yet to properly judge. Maybe this happens more often than we think.
Fuck, I really hope that's true.
We're beyond eager, out of our minds with what if's and how's and the change of atmosphere is easily noted in the small confinement of the bowl.
Restless, I wait impatiently for something to happen. Flitting through the minds around me, I recognize most of the same emotions. I'm not too concerned about melting at the moment, I was lucky in having a spot towards the center of the ice cube.
The noises around us are quickly growing louder, sharp groans and the slick sounds of what we imagine to be mouth on skin filling in the empty spaces of the room.
There's a fluttering of words, a deep growl, and a rough chuckle before the brown haired man's face becomes visible again, lips swollen and red, eyes darker than we remember.
He reaches into the bowl quickly and plucks out an ice cube a few spots over from me. I throw myself into one of their minds before they get too far away. We catch sight of the other man and our thoughts completely stop.
It's the man that created us and we're fairly sure we've seen few creatures on this Earth more beautiful than this human in this moment. His hair is inky-black, bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead, and his eyes are blue - a blue deeper than most, a dark liquid with want. Chest rising and falling quickly, he takes notice of us and a short groan escapes freckled, swollen lips.
The strong-jawed man holding us murmurs the word "Adam" before slipping the cube into his mouth and holding us between his teeth. The sudden change of temperature stings both us and the man momentarily, as particles began to melt from the heat of his mouth, trailing down his lips and neck to fall onto, who we assume to be Adam, below.
I stay positioned, hoping my particle hasn't already melted back in the bowl but not really caring enough to flit back and check.
Caught in his teeth, we follow the man's dipped head to touch the center of Adam's chest, letting out a collective moan that echoes the blue-eyed man's in our minds. There's just as much relief as their is sting, and we continue our pleased noises as we slowly begin to melt, trailing along Adam's stomach and ribs before I quickly jump back into my original spot in the bowl. As I flit back I catch a chorus of "Kris, Kris, Kris" as the man we assume to be Kris lifts his head up and runs a tongue along a numb lower lip.
Over the course of the next few minutes Kris melts several more of us on Adam's body, as I continue to flit in between everyone else's minds. There's a larger collective at the bottom of the bowl now, but no one can really bring themselves to care. We can deal with how we're going to continue on to our next cycle later.
Kris is panting now, eyes dilated and mouth bright red, rivulets of water dropping from his lower lip as he leans in to grab another cube. I waste no time in following, the familiar clench of teeth comforting by now as he leans back down, but instead of touching Adam's chest, Kris scoots further down Adam's body and suspends himself over an entirely different area.
Now as much of the human anatomy as we do know, there is a large portion that we could never comprehend due to the lack of obvious parts that we don't have. And we don't exactly know who or how to compare these certain parts to but we're fairly sure Adam's is a particularly unique part.
In other words, he's got a giant cock.
But I guess that's not as abnormal as we're thinking because Kris continues his actions like before, staying in that stationary spot until one of us melts and falls, blending with another moisture that we are familiar with at the tip.
The impact of the particle wrenches a gasp from Adam's mouth and a startled shout of "Fuck! Kris!"
Kris chuckles briefly, the vibrations tickling those of us still caught between his teeth as he dips his head and continues trailing us across Adam's body. Around a nipple, down his stomach, towards Adam's hard length before pulling up again.
Sensing that Kris was about to swallow the rest of us, I darted back to my spot in the bowl, glad my particle was still partially frozen.
It was a few seconds longer before we see Kris again; eyes completely wrecked as he dips in and grabbed the cube I should have been occupying this whole time. He quickly shoves us between his lips, and turns back towards Adam - splayed out across the bed, wet trails of fellow water particles scattered across his chest in an array.
Kris makes a quick movement with Adam's legs, snarling around us as he abruptly shoves Adam's knees up and exposes his - oh.
Adam whispers a word in Kris's direction but we are too busy attempting to figure out the logistics of what's about to happen to try and comprehend it.
Before we come to a conclusion, we're pressed to Adam's hole, all of us crying out mentally as Adam does the same above us. This is possibly the best experience yet.
Kris sucks us into his mouth briefly, while he licks at Adam's whole, quick flutters of his pink tongue before fishing us back out and immediately pressing the small remainder of us back into Adam. We're melting swiftly and I'm really pushing it staying as long as I am this time, but I can't drag myself away.
The array of emotions we're experiencing is like nothing any of us have ever come across in our lifetimes. The heat consumes us, interrupts any prior thoughts, becomes a part is us as we're continuously pressed against Adam's skin.
Adam pulls his legs even further back and Kris uses his tongue to push the rest of us all the way in to Adam's hole, now red and abused from Kris's mouth.
And even though that was my original particle that had just melted in the depths of Adam's ass, there's no way in hell I'm done yet.
I flit back into the bowl and make myself company in one of the few cubes left. Kris growls back on the bed, words that I can't really understand from this far, but that draw a heady response out of Adam anyways.
His arm appears abruptly, blindly reaching for one of us before grabbing the one I'm in and bringing it back up to run it along Adam's cock teasingly. We're collectively shivering, our groans too loud to make out words that are now leaving Kris's bright red mouth.
I jump back into the bowl before the cube completely melts, just in time to see Kris dive into the bowl and pluck at another piece of ice that virtually flies into his mouth. I mentally rush into those particles of frozen water just as Kris's lips are pressed to Adam's harshly. We are passed between the two men's tongues quickly; harsh grunts and moans coupled with our noises assaulting our hearing and make it hard to concentrate on anything else but the swift transfer between mouths. Kris's freezing cold lips against Adam's heated ones are torture, pleasure beyond anything I could have imagined.
Before the kiss was even over I flitted back to the bowl, taking a few seconds just listening to the noises the two beautiful men were making, catching my - hypothetical - breath. My mind slowly settled back into normalcy, just in time to become aware of Kris lifting the bowl up to his lips and drinking from the freezing cold water until he caught the ice cube next to me in his mouth.
Instead of jumping to the cube Kris was currently sucking on, I made my way into his mouth, clinging on to the moisture on the inside of his cheek with little finesse. He spit the cube back into the bowl before setting it down and immediately diving in to wrap his lips around Adam's cock.
As hard as the skin looked, it was soft against Kris's lips. Never in my life had I seen a sight so interesting . Kris’s tongue was quick and wet and everywhere, sliding along the underside of Adam’s shaft messily, mouthing at the tip eagerly. I could feel each and every shock of heat that Kris felt, blinded by just how much he loved doing this - how much he loved taking Adam apart with just his lips and tongue. Adam's shouts were loud enough to hear through Kris's cheeks, growing louder as Kris grew more enthusiastic.
I debated on whether staying in Kris's mouth and ending this long, amazing journey ultimately or jumping back outside to finish what I'd started. The answer was simple.
Just as Adam was nearing his release, I reluctantly jumped to couple with a particle lingering on Adam's chest, watching as the raven-haired man came undone. His back arched off the bed beautifully, lower lip caught between his teeth as his hands sought purchase in the sheets.
Adam had little time to come down from his high before he was rolling over onto his stomach, begging for Kris to fuck him. Eyes wide and desperate, tone needy when Adam spoke again, “I’ll make it so good for you.”
I flitted to the moisture on Adam's kiss-bitten lower lip in order to save from being absorbed by the sheets, watching Kris's wrecked expression. Jaw slack, and eyes lust-blown as he fumbles for the bottle on the table, pouring some liquid in his hand and slicking his cock up quickly. He then dove into the bowl of what was now presumably water and stayed there for a few seconds.
Moments later Kris ripped his dripping, bright red hand away from the bowl and wrapped it around his cock, heavy and swollen in his palm.
I wasted no time in joining the particles on Kris’s hand and length, the combination of freezing cold a sharp sting against hot skin, but the relief of an ache that was being soothed counteracted it. It was only a few seconds of this before Kris lurched forward, fitting his slick, freezing cock into Adam's tight hole.
We all merged into one collective, too tight to even separate our thoughts. Minds and bodies connected as we floated in the ecstasy of Kris and Adam's actions. This was by far, the closest I’d ever been to another water particle, shoved into a place so searing hot and mind-blowing we were drunk with it. We lost track of time and thoughts, only feeling this…thing, this indescribable thing that would tie us with these humans for the rest of our lives.
Sensing the end of another journey we each murmured our farewells, reveling in the very little time we had left in this position. We were comfortable with the outcome, ecstatic with the out-of-this-world turn of events, and eager already to start a new path. Together we shut our minds down one by one as we drifted off into an abyss that lingered far beyond this world.
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Though it will be virtually impossible to ever come across Kris and Adam again, I’ve learned not to shut the idea out completely. After all, what were the chances of experiencing the things I did with the two beautiful men in the first place? Slim to none, but - maybe a little higher with the way the Universe has treated me this far.
Comment, yeah. If you want. And managed to make it through the whole thing. o.O
Author: Me, unfortunately
Rating: NC-17 for graphic, and omg can you even rate something like this? D:
Pairing: Kradam, I guess. But the entire piece is written in OMC's PoV. About Kradam. Yeah.
Warnings: Crack!fic-ish?
Summary: A ficlet, based off of a fic. Yeah, I know. But read the notes below this and it might make a little more sense.
Notes: Alright, so originally I hadn't intended to post this but scorpio_15 was annoying and made me do it anyways. >/ jk ilh.
Which you should probably know that this entire thing is based off of Chapter 61( http://scorpio-15.livejournal.com/17362.html) of The Tie, also by scorpio_15. However, this is not at all, under any circumstances a part and or drabble of her story. I wrote this, with her permission of course, as per an idea from pyrosgf. I suppose it's not completely necessary to have read that specific chapter of The Tie, but you probably should just for the fact that it's fucking awesome. /tl;dr I know, I know.
This entire thing is ridiculous, and I don't think I've ever written anything like it. So, with that in mind, enjoy?
The thing that really fucking sucks about being an ice cube is that you could have it so much better. None of us really get a choice on where we spend our lives. Hell, we're really not individuals if you think about it. Not if you're referencing the lucky fuckers that live for most of eternity as particles in a lake or an ocean.
When it comes down to it though, no single water particle gets the luxury of spending their entire life in one location. Or at least, not that we can remember. As the human race knows, water is everlasting - a constant flow throughout the environment, whether it be through a river, a pond, or a sewage plant even. At one point or another, we are all forced to survive as one of the lesser occupations in our society - such as bodily fluids or toilet water. If we're fortunate, they're few and far between. If not, well, you get the point.
In the bigger picture, we're all one entity. I say we because I like to try and identify myself as an individual in the spare moments I can. For instance, in this moment I'm a single molecule of water. But a lake, or ocean, would be a massive group of molecules. When you're a part of a movement of that size, there are no individuals. We are each allowed to think freely, but we have next to no control in our movements.
And there's that one minor detail about how we can read each other's minds. I mean, it's not horrible - having zero privacy - because really, we're particles of water, how much privacy could we need. It's just kind of, inconvenient. It's hard to recognize whether the thoughts that are flitting through your mind are your own or the particle's next to you. I suppose it could be kind of cool as well, when we're in smaller groups, we can read the particles' minds in locations other than ours. Especially if we're in liquid form, due to the fact that we are virtually one particle, it's easier for us to jump through each individual mind.
We don't have genders, or races, or ethnicities. The human world has no effect on us. We don't give a shit about politics, or religion, or which celebrity is in rehab and which celebrity has a new sex tape. Water is neutral. And actually, we are all pretty much exactly alike. Physically, no shit, but I'm speaking mentally. There are a few outcasts, like in every society, but they're usually sent straight to an aquifer and filtered into normal particles.
Which brings me to our rebirth. Aquifers or filters of any sort, for us are equivalent to what showers are for humans. Really kind of obvious. The only difference is the complete washing out of our minds. We are still the same particle afterwards, with the same memories, however any negativity is removed from our spirits. It's like a re-do button, that you can pass through an unlimited amount of times in your life, which is pretty fucking cool if you ask me.
Me. As mentioned before, I'm an ice cube. Or, a particle in an ice cube. If I'm being politically correct we're an ice cube. And, it's really not a disaster to be in this position now and again. Majority of the time we're filtered in some way prior, so that's always a plus. Sometimes we even get as lucky as having the option to be stationary for more than a few hours.
It's just, as opposed to a human's five senses, we only have three. Water particles can see, hear, and feel. And from what I've heard, these senses are sharper to us than that of a human's. We don't exactly have eyes, or ears for that matter, we just are . There are no logical explanations in a human tongue for the reasoning behind how we function with these senses the way we do. Believe me; I've done my fair share of questioning. The things I know are from experience. Take the tactile sense. We feel how the object we are occupied on or around is feeling. If say, a cool group of water particles is poured down a thirsty man's throat, we get the relief. Or, if scalding hot water is spilt in someone's lap, the burn is reflected right back on us; but intensified, because our creator felt like we weren't tortured enough in our lifetimes.
Back to my rant about being an ice cube, though. Like I said, it's not an enormous pain in the ass. It actually wouldn't be an issue at all if, in order to be altered from a liquid to a solid form, it wasn't necessary to be kept in areas well under 32 degrees Fahrenheit. It's the same going from a solid to a liquid or gas as well, in the rare occasion that we are forced to withstand scorching hot temperatures to do so.
It's really kind of like hell. Wrapped in misery. With a thick layer of oh-my-fucking-god-I-wish-it-was-physically-possible-for-me-to-die. And as grateful as we should be for the fact that it IS impossible for us to die, in the literal sense, it really just makes us that much more miserable. If you want a comparison, go sit in a pile of snow in Antarctica. Naked. For at least 8 hours. Except that's impossible too because, oh yeah, you're not allowed to die.
And that's just the beginning. As an ice cube - nine times out of ten us water particles are consumed. By humans. Which in comparison to the freezing or heating process, is not that bad. Traumatizing, but not horrible. The human body is a disgusting place. Don't ever venture inside one. I never quite understood why humans refer to each other as "beautiful on the inside" because in all reality, you're not. Thick, nasty blood swimming with ugly cells and ridiculously long intestines full of waste and feces and don't even get me started on your colon. Oh, and at the end of our journey through the human body we're excreted in some form or another. Which, I don't care how many times the other particles tell you it actually can feel pretty fucking awesome, it's not - it's pretty fucking disgusting if you're not fortunate enough to be forced out in anything but an orgasm.
This is how we live. I've known the rest of the molecules in this ice cube with me for all of about 18 hours now. We all ended up in the pipelines of an apartment complex somewhere in California one way or another, and were filtered through a faucet, into our respective trays and placed in the freezer by a rather attractive man with inky-black hair and bright blue eyes.
We have now surpassed the point of coherent thoughts due to the freezing temperatures but thankfully got the introductions out of the way when we first started forming. I think the particle to my left and three molecules over I actually journeyed with in the Atlantic once.
The freezer we're all occupying belongs to a young couple in Los Angeles. Or at least, that's what someone thought they'd heard. We've deduced that they're both male, judging by the shouts of 'Adam' from the man with a deeper, throaty voice and the choruses of "Kris" from another man with the slightly higher tone and a smoother pitch. We've also deduced that their sex lives aren't exactly suffering. And more than one of us envy the fortunate few water particles that are released in the ridiculous amount of orgasms that occur in this apartment.
Sex drives. They have them.
Now, we may not be human. But we know everything a human knows. Probably more. Though it's physically impossible for us to personally experience an orgasm first hand, I've heard of a few tales in which humans use frozen water particles during foreplay. The molecules I've spoken to about it always rave about how it was the best experience of their life to date, so naturally I flipped through their mind a bit and yeah, they're not lying.
But the odds of us actually being fortunate enough to experience something like that? Slim to none. Well, in this home, they might be a little higher. Regardless, I don't like to get my hopes up, so I'll just plan on melting in a glass of water or soda and eventually re-live the human anatomy for the hundredth time. Gross.
We're all startled when the fridge opens abruptly, our minds stir slowly to life in the rush of warm air and we let out a collective mental sigh when a man reaches in and grabs our tray. He's really small, actually - at least compared to the man that created us. Light, chocolaty eyes and a warm, crooked grin on his ridiculously full lips. We now understand the large amounts of sex. Oh, we completely understand.
The hazel-eyed man taps us once against the counter lightly, and rather than pull a few of us out, he dumps the entire tray into a bowl. Our minds work together to search for a scenario where a human would need this much ice - an ice bath, maybe - but we stop when the man does the same with one of the other trays in the fridge. We're joined with another group of frozen water particles and are still at a loss for ideas on what two trays full of ice cubes could be used for.
The sound of the fridge shutting reaches us and we all mentally start fidgeting. A couple have already been removed from the collective and are swimming freely at the bottom of the bowl. I'm kind of jealous.
We watch the man look down at us with a slight smirk. He laughs to himself quietly and runs a hand through his unkempt brown hair almost nervously. When he trains his gaze back up and begins moving we decide to stop questioning and just appreciate. He's got a strong jaw with a smooth throat and a soft, sun-kissed complexion. We're thrown off guard when he starts humming. The tune is familiar, under his breath but not quiet enough for us to miss. The particle next to me thinks it's a Beatles song. I, on the other hand, am almost positive I caught the chorus of an old Britney Spears hit.
Collectively, we relax a little. He doesn't carry us far, but he does carry us at a pace slightly too fast for anything casual. His eyes are bright, lips curled up mischievously. The man's eager. Really eager.
We conclude that we've entered a different room when we feel the temperature raise slightly. The air around us is tight when we're set down on a flat surface, more and more particles slipping down to join the pool at the bottom.
We're left alone for the time being. Hushed murmurs and wet noises fill the spaces around us, but we're still struggling to come to a conclusion. Personally, I'm starting to put the pieces together - but no, could we be so lucky? The molecules around me are leeching off of my idea, confusion replaced with anxiety, thrumming with the new energy.
I count twenty two long seconds before my suspicions are confirmed. The man with the smoother pitch, though his tone is rougher than usual, moans, "Fuck, Kris, yeah."
We collectively shiver. And it has nothing to do with our temperature.
The odds of this happening to me alone, are practically non-existent. Or I would have thought it so - maybe I haven't seen enough of this world yet to properly judge. Maybe this happens more often than we think.
Fuck, I really hope that's true.
We're beyond eager, out of our minds with what if's and how's and the change of atmosphere is easily noted in the small confinement of the bowl.
Restless, I wait impatiently for something to happen. Flitting through the minds around me, I recognize most of the same emotions. I'm not too concerned about melting at the moment, I was lucky in having a spot towards the center of the ice cube.
The noises around us are quickly growing louder, sharp groans and the slick sounds of what we imagine to be mouth on skin filling in the empty spaces of the room.
There's a fluttering of words, a deep growl, and a rough chuckle before the brown haired man's face becomes visible again, lips swollen and red, eyes darker than we remember.
He reaches into the bowl quickly and plucks out an ice cube a few spots over from me. I throw myself into one of their minds before they get too far away. We catch sight of the other man and our thoughts completely stop.
It's the man that created us and we're fairly sure we've seen few creatures on this Earth more beautiful than this human in this moment. His hair is inky-black, bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead, and his eyes are blue - a blue deeper than most, a dark liquid with want. Chest rising and falling quickly, he takes notice of us and a short groan escapes freckled, swollen lips.
The strong-jawed man holding us murmurs the word "Adam" before slipping the cube into his mouth and holding us between his teeth. The sudden change of temperature stings both us and the man momentarily, as particles began to melt from the heat of his mouth, trailing down his lips and neck to fall onto, who we assume to be Adam, below.
I stay positioned, hoping my particle hasn't already melted back in the bowl but not really caring enough to flit back and check.
Caught in his teeth, we follow the man's dipped head to touch the center of Adam's chest, letting out a collective moan that echoes the blue-eyed man's in our minds. There's just as much relief as their is sting, and we continue our pleased noises as we slowly begin to melt, trailing along Adam's stomach and ribs before I quickly jump back into my original spot in the bowl. As I flit back I catch a chorus of "Kris, Kris, Kris" as the man we assume to be Kris lifts his head up and runs a tongue along a numb lower lip.
Over the course of the next few minutes Kris melts several more of us on Adam's body, as I continue to flit in between everyone else's minds. There's a larger collective at the bottom of the bowl now, but no one can really bring themselves to care. We can deal with how we're going to continue on to our next cycle later.
Kris is panting now, eyes dilated and mouth bright red, rivulets of water dropping from his lower lip as he leans in to grab another cube. I waste no time in following, the familiar clench of teeth comforting by now as he leans back down, but instead of touching Adam's chest, Kris scoots further down Adam's body and suspends himself over an entirely different area.
Now as much of the human anatomy as we do know, there is a large portion that we could never comprehend due to the lack of obvious parts that we don't have. And we don't exactly know who or how to compare these certain parts to but we're fairly sure Adam's is a particularly unique part.
In other words, he's got a giant cock.
But I guess that's not as abnormal as we're thinking because Kris continues his actions like before, staying in that stationary spot until one of us melts and falls, blending with another moisture that we are familiar with at the tip.
The impact of the particle wrenches a gasp from Adam's mouth and a startled shout of "Fuck! Kris!"
Kris chuckles briefly, the vibrations tickling those of us still caught between his teeth as he dips his head and continues trailing us across Adam's body. Around a nipple, down his stomach, towards Adam's hard length before pulling up again.
Sensing that Kris was about to swallow the rest of us, I darted back to my spot in the bowl, glad my particle was still partially frozen.
It was a few seconds longer before we see Kris again; eyes completely wrecked as he dips in and grabbed the cube I should have been occupying this whole time. He quickly shoves us between his lips, and turns back towards Adam - splayed out across the bed, wet trails of fellow water particles scattered across his chest in an array.
Kris makes a quick movement with Adam's legs, snarling around us as he abruptly shoves Adam's knees up and exposes his - oh.
Adam whispers a word in Kris's direction but we are too busy attempting to figure out the logistics of what's about to happen to try and comprehend it.
Before we come to a conclusion, we're pressed to Adam's hole, all of us crying out mentally as Adam does the same above us. This is possibly the best experience yet.
Kris sucks us into his mouth briefly, while he licks at Adam's whole, quick flutters of his pink tongue before fishing us back out and immediately pressing the small remainder of us back into Adam. We're melting swiftly and I'm really pushing it staying as long as I am this time, but I can't drag myself away.
The array of emotions we're experiencing is like nothing any of us have ever come across in our lifetimes. The heat consumes us, interrupts any prior thoughts, becomes a part is us as we're continuously pressed against Adam's skin.
Adam pulls his legs even further back and Kris uses his tongue to push the rest of us all the way in to Adam's hole, now red and abused from Kris's mouth.
And even though that was my original particle that had just melted in the depths of Adam's ass, there's no way in hell I'm done yet.
I flit back into the bowl and make myself company in one of the few cubes left. Kris growls back on the bed, words that I can't really understand from this far, but that draw a heady response out of Adam anyways.
His arm appears abruptly, blindly reaching for one of us before grabbing the one I'm in and bringing it back up to run it along Adam's cock teasingly. We're collectively shivering, our groans too loud to make out words that are now leaving Kris's bright red mouth.
I jump back into the bowl before the cube completely melts, just in time to see Kris dive into the bowl and pluck at another piece of ice that virtually flies into his mouth. I mentally rush into those particles of frozen water just as Kris's lips are pressed to Adam's harshly. We are passed between the two men's tongues quickly; harsh grunts and moans coupled with our noises assaulting our hearing and make it hard to concentrate on anything else but the swift transfer between mouths. Kris's freezing cold lips against Adam's heated ones are torture, pleasure beyond anything I could have imagined.
Before the kiss was even over I flitted back to the bowl, taking a few seconds just listening to the noises the two beautiful men were making, catching my - hypothetical - breath. My mind slowly settled back into normalcy, just in time to become aware of Kris lifting the bowl up to his lips and drinking from the freezing cold water until he caught the ice cube next to me in his mouth.
Instead of jumping to the cube Kris was currently sucking on, I made my way into his mouth, clinging on to the moisture on the inside of his cheek with little finesse. He spit the cube back into the bowl before setting it down and immediately diving in to wrap his lips around Adam's cock.
As hard as the skin looked, it was soft against Kris's lips. Never in my life had I seen a sight so interesting . Kris’s tongue was quick and wet and everywhere, sliding along the underside of Adam’s shaft messily, mouthing at the tip eagerly. I could feel each and every shock of heat that Kris felt, blinded by just how much he loved doing this - how much he loved taking Adam apart with just his lips and tongue. Adam's shouts were loud enough to hear through Kris's cheeks, growing louder as Kris grew more enthusiastic.
I debated on whether staying in Kris's mouth and ending this long, amazing journey ultimately or jumping back outside to finish what I'd started. The answer was simple.
Just as Adam was nearing his release, I reluctantly jumped to couple with a particle lingering on Adam's chest, watching as the raven-haired man came undone. His back arched off the bed beautifully, lower lip caught between his teeth as his hands sought purchase in the sheets.
Adam had little time to come down from his high before he was rolling over onto his stomach, begging for Kris to fuck him. Eyes wide and desperate, tone needy when Adam spoke again, “I’ll make it so good for you.”
I flitted to the moisture on Adam's kiss-bitten lower lip in order to save from being absorbed by the sheets, watching Kris's wrecked expression. Jaw slack, and eyes lust-blown as he fumbles for the bottle on the table, pouring some liquid in his hand and slicking his cock up quickly. He then dove into the bowl of what was now presumably water and stayed there for a few seconds.
Moments later Kris ripped his dripping, bright red hand away from the bowl and wrapped it around his cock, heavy and swollen in his palm.
I wasted no time in joining the particles on Kris’s hand and length, the combination of freezing cold a sharp sting against hot skin, but the relief of an ache that was being soothed counteracted it. It was only a few seconds of this before Kris lurched forward, fitting his slick, freezing cock into Adam's tight hole.
We all merged into one collective, too tight to even separate our thoughts. Minds and bodies connected as we floated in the ecstasy of Kris and Adam's actions. This was by far, the closest I’d ever been to another water particle, shoved into a place so searing hot and mind-blowing we were drunk with it. We lost track of time and thoughts, only feeling this…thing, this indescribable thing that would tie us with these humans for the rest of our lives.
Sensing the end of another journey we each murmured our farewells, reveling in the very little time we had left in this position. We were comfortable with the outcome, ecstatic with the out-of-this-world turn of events, and eager already to start a new path. Together we shut our minds down one by one as we drifted off into an abyss that lingered far beyond this world.
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Though it will be virtually impossible to ever come across Kris and Adam again, I’ve learned not to shut the idea out completely. After all, what were the chances of experiencing the things I did with the two beautiful men in the first place? Slim to none, but - maybe a little higher with the way the Universe has treated me this far.
Comment, yeah. If you want. And managed to make it through the whole thing. o.O