angelfiends Ficlet Exchange Gift for benobsessed: A New Kind of Game
Well, here is my gift for benobsessed for the Ficlet Exchange. Something I didn't think I could write - but I did it!
Title: A New Kind of Game
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Gift For: benobsessed
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, no profit, suing is futile!
Pairing: Zep/Amanda mostly, mentions of John/Zep and John/Amanda/Zep.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,659
Warnings: Explicit het sex (a slightly more dominant Zep than I usually write as requested), heavily AU, implied slash, anal penetration, mild bondage, mild gender play
Summary: When John is unable to play the game that Zep wants, Amanda volunteers to help him out.
Zep bit his lower lip and tried to hide his disappointment, gently dabbing John’s forehead with a damp cloth before pouring him a glass of water, trying hard not to spill the liquid and silently telling himself that he must not be so selfish. John was a sick man and needed all the rest that he could get.
Rotten cancer yet again, Zep thought bitterly, bringing low the man that he adored, and spoiling the pleasure he had been longing for so much! Zep’s greatest concern was for John’s well-being, of course, but still, having to postpone the evening’s enjoyment was a severe blow for everyone. With John being so ill, who knew how much time he had left to him for making love?
That night’s bedroom game had been something that Zep, John and Amanda had all been looking forward to for quite some time. Ever since the day that the three lovers had read through the sex toy catalogue together, laughing, blushing and making lascivious comments before finally selecting the sturdy leather cuffs lined with soft white fur for purchase, Zep had been fantasizing and planning, creating a little scene in which he would use them on John, taking John hard up against a wall whilst Amanda watched avidly, and perhaps one or both of the men would go down on her once they had both come. He had talked his idea over in detail with his lovers, and both of them were very willing to participate in the new game indeed. They had listened raptly to the description of what Zep most desired.
John naked, his hands bound by the cuffs behind his back, pressed up against the wall by the slender yet strong body of Zep. His skin lightly dampened by a warm sheen of sweat as he groaned deeply and begged Zep to thrust harder, to fill him and make him hurt exquisitely…
As soon as the new cuffs arrived in the mail, the trio had promised, they would play exactly as Zep had imagined.
Now the cuffs were here, but John was unable to play Zep’s delightful little game.
John rarely complained about the pain he suffered, being a man of dedication and determination when it came to his work and to pleasing his beloved ones, but his eyes that morning, and late into the afternoon, were filled with unmistakable agony as he slowly moved around the warehouse or sat at his desk drawing test plans, his back tensing with extreme discomfort every so often. Zep could tell by the haggard, drawn look on John’s face that the tumor was making John’s very skull ache; it seemed to be, as John often described it, as if John’s head was on fire from within. As dusk fell, it was obvious that John would be in no shape for sexual exertion. So Zep and Amanda gently helped John into bed, tucking him in tenderly and kissing his lips and forehead, urging him to get some much-needed sleep.
Zep watched John sip from the glass of water he had just handed to him, feeling relieved that John was comfortable now, and smoothed the bedclothes down, full of love and concern for him. But his eyes couldn’t help but stray to the bedside table, and to the fur-lined cuffs that lay there, abandoned for the night.
“Stop it,” Zep thought to himself. “There’ll be other chances to tie John up, when he’s feeling better, strong again…”
But as he turned a regretful gaze away from the cuffs at last, he felt a small, slim hand laid on his arm, gentle and reassuring.
“You really wanted to play tonight, didn’t you, love?” Amanda murmured, casting a knowing glance at the handcuffs herself before reaching up to lovingly stroke Zep’s cheek. She kissed him on the mouth lightly, smirking a little before sliding exploring fingers down over his chest and lower still, letting them rest at last over the slowly growing bulge in his trousers. Zep gasped and nodded quickly, and Amanda chuckled a bit and nibbled his earlobe.
“So did I, and we still could,” Amanda almost purred. “Why don’t we test the cuffs out, and put on a show for John here?” Her fingertips moved teasingly over his crotch, and she whispered throatily, “You can do to me what you were wanting to do to John, if you like. All of it…” Seductively, she took one of Zep’s hands and placed it on her buttocks, chuckling again when Zep uttered a soft groan and squeezed her.
“You really would let me - ?” Zep was breathing heavily now, his heart hammering with excitement. Amanda wasn’t the submissive type, usually, and he would have been happy for her to have locked the cuffs on him and gone for her strap-on, but he had been looking forward to that night’s session with John as a rare chance to take control. And that Amanda was willing to allow him to do just that… it meant more to Zep than he could express in mere words.
“Oh, yeah.” Amanda nuzzled him and began pulling off her clothes and his. “I’m not wearing a collar, though. And no spanking or anything like that. But I’ll wear the cuffs. And if you want to get a little rough - just a little - I won’t mind at all…”
Wearing only panties and a T-shirt now, she sashayed over to John’s bedside and bent to stroke his hair. “Would you like to watch us together, John?” she whispered, and John nodded, eyes shining and full of tenderness for the two people he loved beyond all else.
Picking up the handcuffs and a bottle of lube with one hand, Amanda peeled off her underpants with the other and walked back over to Zep. Handing the lube and cuffs to Zep, she started to remove her shirt, but Zep stopped her.
“Leave it on,” he told her, an unexpected note of command in his eyes and voice. Amanda grinned and blushed a little, turning and putting her hands behind her back, and looking over her shoulder at Zep with a come-hither wink.
“What for? You - want to pretend I’m not a girl?” she asked flirtatiously, and Zep was suddenly blushing too. His hands shook a little as he clicked the fur-lined handcuffs on Amanda’s wrists, trying hard not to drop the lubricant as he did so. He loved how Amanda was so ready to experiment, to reach beyond traditional ideas of what sex should be and embrace new pleasures.
“Something like that,” he gasped, nearly breathless with desire. Zep had never done this with Amanda before, but had often wondered what it would be like. John had taken a very willing Amanda up the ass a few times, and Amanda had used her dildo on both her men to their mutual enjoyment, but Zep had never had the oppportunity to insert so much as a finger into Amanda’s sweet rear entrance until now. But at that very moment he was craving to be inside her that way, and he actually trembled all over before reasserting that part of him that needed to take charge and pushing Amanda up against the nearest wall.
With a hitch of his breath, Zep pulled Amanda’s cheeks apart, exposing the delicate flesh of her tightest, smallest opening. Eagerly spilling lube onto his fingers, he reverently stroked the outside of the tender orifice before tentatively pushing one fingertip, then another, into her. Amanda hissed a little before uttering a low purr, her pleasure evident in the tensing and relaxing of her whole body at his touch.
“Harder, Zep - I did say you could be rough!” she told him, her voice harsh with need. Zep growled as he stretched her even further with a third finger. Then, with one swift movement, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his achingly swollen cock; the lube bottle clattered to the floor as he grasped Amanda’s hips and thrust hard and furiously into her ass. Amanda screamed and bucked against him, her inner muscles clenching around him as he pounded into her. From the bed, John uttered a soft moan of appreciation as he watched them; knowing that their lover’s eyes were fixed upon their every movement only made Zep and Amanda more excited still.
Zep groaned with lust as he fucked Amanda’s tight ass even more fiercely. She looked and felt so good, her hands trapped by the cuffs, her feminine curves hidden by the baggy T-shirt and her anal walls gripping his shaft, making his head swim with forbidden fantasies he didn’t even know he had in his mind till then. Sweat dampened Zep’s brow and chest; Amanda was almost sobbing with pleasure, actually begging Zep to fuck her harder still, to tear up her ass and make her come. Amanda had never begged like that before, and it was enough to send Zep over the edge. With a few more very rough thrusts, he spilled his seed into Amanda just as she came too, sagging against the wall as she reeled from bliss.
Tenderly withdrawing from his lover, Zep released her from the cuffs and took her in his arms; she kissed him softly and he rocked her against him for a moment before they joined John on the bed. John’s eyes were wide with love and delight, and he embraced both his adored ones, nuzzling and kissing their foreheads, sighing contentedly.
“My angels - I am so proud of you both!” he whispered lovingly.
Amanda and John were soon drifting off to sleep, but Zep stayed awake a little longer, his thoughts churning with ideas for new ecstasies that all three of them could share.
“Perhaps John can wait for a bit to have the cuffs used on him,” Zep silently mused. “Next time, I’d like to be in Amanda’s position - whether it’s John or her who’s taking me up against the wall!”
Title: A New Kind of Game
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Gift For: benobsessed
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, no profit, suing is futile!
Pairing: Zep/Amanda mostly, mentions of John/Zep and John/Amanda/Zep.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,659
Warnings: Explicit het sex (a slightly more dominant Zep than I usually write as requested), heavily AU, implied slash, anal penetration, mild bondage, mild gender play
Summary: When John is unable to play the game that Zep wants, Amanda volunteers to help him out.
Zep bit his lower lip and tried to hide his disappointment, gently dabbing John’s forehead with a damp cloth before pouring him a glass of water, trying hard not to spill the liquid and silently telling himself that he must not be so selfish. John was a sick man and needed all the rest that he could get.
Rotten cancer yet again, Zep thought bitterly, bringing low the man that he adored, and spoiling the pleasure he had been longing for so much! Zep’s greatest concern was for John’s well-being, of course, but still, having to postpone the evening’s enjoyment was a severe blow for everyone. With John being so ill, who knew how much time he had left to him for making love?
That night’s bedroom game had been something that Zep, John and Amanda had all been looking forward to for quite some time. Ever since the day that the three lovers had read through the sex toy catalogue together, laughing, blushing and making lascivious comments before finally selecting the sturdy leather cuffs lined with soft white fur for purchase, Zep had been fantasizing and planning, creating a little scene in which he would use them on John, taking John hard up against a wall whilst Amanda watched avidly, and perhaps one or both of the men would go down on her once they had both come. He had talked his idea over in detail with his lovers, and both of them were very willing to participate in the new game indeed. They had listened raptly to the description of what Zep most desired.
John naked, his hands bound by the cuffs behind his back, pressed up against the wall by the slender yet strong body of Zep. His skin lightly dampened by a warm sheen of sweat as he groaned deeply and begged Zep to thrust harder, to fill him and make him hurt exquisitely…
As soon as the new cuffs arrived in the mail, the trio had promised, they would play exactly as Zep had imagined.
Now the cuffs were here, but John was unable to play Zep’s delightful little game.
John rarely complained about the pain he suffered, being a man of dedication and determination when it came to his work and to pleasing his beloved ones, but his eyes that morning, and late into the afternoon, were filled with unmistakable agony as he slowly moved around the warehouse or sat at his desk drawing test plans, his back tensing with extreme discomfort every so often. Zep could tell by the haggard, drawn look on John’s face that the tumor was making John’s very skull ache; it seemed to be, as John often described it, as if John’s head was on fire from within. As dusk fell, it was obvious that John would be in no shape for sexual exertion. So Zep and Amanda gently helped John into bed, tucking him in tenderly and kissing his lips and forehead, urging him to get some much-needed sleep.
Zep watched John sip from the glass of water he had just handed to him, feeling relieved that John was comfortable now, and smoothed the bedclothes down, full of love and concern for him. But his eyes couldn’t help but stray to the bedside table, and to the fur-lined cuffs that lay there, abandoned for the night.
“Stop it,” Zep thought to himself. “There’ll be other chances to tie John up, when he’s feeling better, strong again…”
But as he turned a regretful gaze away from the cuffs at last, he felt a small, slim hand laid on his arm, gentle and reassuring.
“You really wanted to play tonight, didn’t you, love?” Amanda murmured, casting a knowing glance at the handcuffs herself before reaching up to lovingly stroke Zep’s cheek. She kissed him on the mouth lightly, smirking a little before sliding exploring fingers down over his chest and lower still, letting them rest at last over the slowly growing bulge in his trousers. Zep gasped and nodded quickly, and Amanda chuckled a bit and nibbled his earlobe.
“So did I, and we still could,” Amanda almost purred. “Why don’t we test the cuffs out, and put on a show for John here?” Her fingertips moved teasingly over his crotch, and she whispered throatily, “You can do to me what you were wanting to do to John, if you like. All of it…” Seductively, she took one of Zep’s hands and placed it on her buttocks, chuckling again when Zep uttered a soft groan and squeezed her.
“You really would let me - ?” Zep was breathing heavily now, his heart hammering with excitement. Amanda wasn’t the submissive type, usually, and he would have been happy for her to have locked the cuffs on him and gone for her strap-on, but he had been looking forward to that night’s session with John as a rare chance to take control. And that Amanda was willing to allow him to do just that… it meant more to Zep than he could express in mere words.
“Oh, yeah.” Amanda nuzzled him and began pulling off her clothes and his. “I’m not wearing a collar, though. And no spanking or anything like that. But I’ll wear the cuffs. And if you want to get a little rough - just a little - I won’t mind at all…”
Wearing only panties and a T-shirt now, she sashayed over to John’s bedside and bent to stroke his hair. “Would you like to watch us together, John?” she whispered, and John nodded, eyes shining and full of tenderness for the two people he loved beyond all else.
Picking up the handcuffs and a bottle of lube with one hand, Amanda peeled off her underpants with the other and walked back over to Zep. Handing the lube and cuffs to Zep, she started to remove her shirt, but Zep stopped her.
“Leave it on,” he told her, an unexpected note of command in his eyes and voice. Amanda grinned and blushed a little, turning and putting her hands behind her back, and looking over her shoulder at Zep with a come-hither wink.
“What for? You - want to pretend I’m not a girl?” she asked flirtatiously, and Zep was suddenly blushing too. His hands shook a little as he clicked the fur-lined handcuffs on Amanda’s wrists, trying hard not to drop the lubricant as he did so. He loved how Amanda was so ready to experiment, to reach beyond traditional ideas of what sex should be and embrace new pleasures.
“Something like that,” he gasped, nearly breathless with desire. Zep had never done this with Amanda before, but had often wondered what it would be like. John had taken a very willing Amanda up the ass a few times, and Amanda had used her dildo on both her men to their mutual enjoyment, but Zep had never had the oppportunity to insert so much as a finger into Amanda’s sweet rear entrance until now. But at that very moment he was craving to be inside her that way, and he actually trembled all over before reasserting that part of him that needed to take charge and pushing Amanda up against the nearest wall.
With a hitch of his breath, Zep pulled Amanda’s cheeks apart, exposing the delicate flesh of her tightest, smallest opening. Eagerly spilling lube onto his fingers, he reverently stroked the outside of the tender orifice before tentatively pushing one fingertip, then another, into her. Amanda hissed a little before uttering a low purr, her pleasure evident in the tensing and relaxing of her whole body at his touch.
“Harder, Zep - I did say you could be rough!” she told him, her voice harsh with need. Zep growled as he stretched her even further with a third finger. Then, with one swift movement, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his achingly swollen cock; the lube bottle clattered to the floor as he grasped Amanda’s hips and thrust hard and furiously into her ass. Amanda screamed and bucked against him, her inner muscles clenching around him as he pounded into her. From the bed, John uttered a soft moan of appreciation as he watched them; knowing that their lover’s eyes were fixed upon their every movement only made Zep and Amanda more excited still.
Zep groaned with lust as he fucked Amanda’s tight ass even more fiercely. She looked and felt so good, her hands trapped by the cuffs, her feminine curves hidden by the baggy T-shirt and her anal walls gripping his shaft, making his head swim with forbidden fantasies he didn’t even know he had in his mind till then. Sweat dampened Zep’s brow and chest; Amanda was almost sobbing with pleasure, actually begging Zep to fuck her harder still, to tear up her ass and make her come. Amanda had never begged like that before, and it was enough to send Zep over the edge. With a few more very rough thrusts, he spilled his seed into Amanda just as she came too, sagging against the wall as she reeled from bliss.
Tenderly withdrawing from his lover, Zep released her from the cuffs and took her in his arms; she kissed him softly and he rocked her against him for a moment before they joined John on the bed. John’s eyes were wide with love and delight, and he embraced both his adored ones, nuzzling and kissing their foreheads, sighing contentedly.
“My angels - I am so proud of you both!” he whispered lovingly.
Amanda and John were soon drifting off to sleep, but Zep stayed awake a little longer, his thoughts churning with ideas for new ecstasies that all three of them could share.
“Perhaps John can wait for a bit to have the cuffs used on him,” Zep silently mused. “Next time, I’d like to be in Amanda’s position - whether it’s John or her who’s taking me up against the wall!”