Fiction!
Title: The First
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 1,679
Rating: M
Pairing: m/m/m
Prompt: http://humon.deviantart.com/art/Morning-Glow-137905928
Notes: I can't remember if I've posted this before. I don't think so, but here it is again anyways. I should also point out that the characters belong to the artist. This is also public so that the artist can read it.
Ginger was eroniously named. His parents had chosen the name before he was as they were expecting ginger kids and just stuck with it. He turned up to be pasty white with platinum blonde hair and black eye brows. It didn't bother him at all though and he was just glad he wasn't bright ginger like his parents.
He had always been skinny and hid this with baggy clothing. He was often told that this made him look skinnier than he was but that didn't bother him. He liked the way he dressed and was comfortable with it. He wasn't the only one with a strange dress sense either.
Casey was the dark skinned child of a black mother and white father. Ginger was now making a bee line towards him. The wide street was almost empty and the sun was low on the horizon.
"Casey!" he called, "wait up!"
Casey stopped and turned to face the pale boy. "What's up?"
Ginger swallowed hard and slowed to a stop. "I have something to ask you," he blurted out. He waited for a reaction but when he got none he continued. "I, well, I think I like you. I was kind of wondering if you'd like to go out with me?" He scrunched up his face with embarassment.
Casey smiled, "I'm flattered, I really am, but I have a boyfriend."
"I don't care," Ginger clenched his hands into fists. "I want you, now!"
Casey reached out and played with Ginger's fair hair. "I'd want you too, if I was single."
Ginger looked away and swore. "I'm such an idiot," he mumbled.
"No, you're not," laughed Casey quietly. "You just have a crush on the wrong guy."
"What?!" Ginger looked up at Casey, his eyes opening wide. "I thought, well, I guess I thought wrong. But still!"
Casey shrugged his shoulders and flickered his hair back over them. "Lot's of people make that mistake. I guess it's the skirts." He looked down at the long black cargo skirt that hid heeled boots, and the jumper that used to be his mum's. "I like it though, and so doe my boy."
There was an awkward silence as the two stood there. Thoughts were racing through Ginger's head so fast they were colliding. How could Casey be a guy? Ginger wasn't gay but he knew he was attraced to Casey, and very much so. Did that make him gay? His eyes started watering.
"Please remember to breath," commented Casey and he watched as Ginger gulped in air like a goldfish. "Do you still want me?"
Scrunching his eyes up, a tear slipped out of the inside corner of his left and slid down the contours of his face. Ginger had come this far already and he couldn't turn back. He just nodded his head a bit too vigourously.
Casey smiled, "Ok then. Let me make a phone call, and we'll see." He slipped an arm around Ginger and held him close as he pulled out his phone and called his boyfriend.
Duncan rolled up in his black sedan with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Is this the kid?" he asked after he had greeted Casey with a kiss.
Casey nodded, "yeah, this is him."
"He looks kinda cute. You sure you want to do this?" Duncan looked Ginger up and down a few times. "He is kinda scrawny."
"Hey! I object to being called 'scrawny'!" blurted Ginger, adding "and I am right here, you know."
Duncan laughed. "Get in then," he chuckled. He waited until they were in the car before starting the engine and driving away.
Ginger sat in the back seat, fidgeting his fingers together, his hands pressed between his legs. "I don't really know what to do. I hope you don't mind."
Casey looked round at him, "no one knows what to do the first time. And it's ok, it's perfectly normal to be scared."
"You should have seen Duncan when we did it the first time and neither of us knew what to do. I think we started too fast and it was too much too soon." He shrugged, "We stopped and relxaed for a few minutes then took things slowly and in the end it was great."
Ginger stared out the window. "This might sound dumb, but what's it like?"
"That's not dumb," replied Casey. "And, for what it's worth, it's like having a big poo, but a lot better."
"Hah! Speak for yourself, it's more like a small poo." Duncan stuck it tongue out at Casey to show he was only joking. "Anyway, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Ginger sighed. "Thanks, I guess."
The rest of the journey passed in silence and Ginger didn't notice the car stop or the others getting out. He would have stayed there staring into space had Duncan not knocked on the window.
He hastily took his seatbelt off and got out, following Duncan and Casey into the house.
The bedroom was spacious with a large double bed in the middle of on wall. It had white sheets with blue floral patterns on the pillow and duvet cases.
Ginger stood just in the doorway as he timmidly watched Duncan and Casey undress each other. Duncan's shirt was the first to go followed slowly but Casey's sweater, the tshirt came off with it.
Duncan smirked as he undid the buttons on Casey's skirt before quickly dropping down to grab the hem. Lifting it up, he pulled the skirt above Casey's head. He wasn't quite tall enough to remove it all the way so he let go and slowly kissed Casey when his head emerged.
"That was news," commented Casey as he extricated his arms. He glanced over at Ginger. "I think our friend needs a little help," he observed.
Ginger was still fully dressed with the exception of his shoes. He'd taken those off as soon as he was inside the house.
Duncan slid his hands into Casey's pants and slid them down. "You go sort him while I finish myself off. Ok?" Casey nodded and Duncan kissed his way down his body, sliding the pants off at the same time. He gave the exposed penis a quick kiss and Casey stepped out of the underwear.
He walked over to the slightly embarrased Ginger who stood there like a lemon in headlights. Casey slipped his arms around Ginger's waist and up inside the hooded top. First he undid the belt buckle, letting the jeans slide to the floor, and then his slid his hands over Ginger's stomach.
He slid them over Ginger's sides and up his chest, his finger tips lingering on Ginger's nipples briefly as he felt them harden. He smiled, "lift."
Ginger lifted his arms obediently and Casey removed the baggy top. He started when Duncan slid his arms around him.
"You're even skinnier than you look, and that's impressive in a weird kind of way.
Casey put his arms around both men and kissed Duncan, "hush you, you'll embarrass him." He grinned. "I still want to see what he's got." Casey looked down, "hold him still."
Duncan chuckled quietly and tightend his grip on Ginger. It wasn't vice like but it was firm enough to stop Ginger from running.
Casey got down on his knees, "tighty whities, nice." He slid his hand up Ginger's thighs and took hold of the briefs. He closed his eyes and slid them down to the floor, gently lifting Ginger's feet out of them before throwing them away.
Ginger swallowed hard. "Well?" he asked. He'd hated changing in front of others at school and he had never stopped hating it. His eyes popped open as Casey cupped his cold hands around his balls.
"I've seen bigger," commented Casey, before running the tip of his tongue along the underside of Ginger's dick. "I've also seen smaller." He ran his tongue around the shaft a few times before taking the length in his mouth.
Ginger's eyes rolled back and he shuddered. He looked away, blushing deeply as Casey rose to his feet, swallowing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Come on," said Casey, taking Ginger by the hand, "it's my turn now." He took Ginger's hand and gently led him over to the bed, throwing the covers off before sitting in the middle.
With some coaxing, Ginger crawled onto the bed and sat between Casey's legs with his own on either side of Casey. He looked down at the man's errect penis and swallowed nervously.
Leaning forward, Casey kissed Ginger firmly on the lips and cupped his cheek with one hand. Expertly, Casey opened a lubricated condom and slipped it on with one hand.
Sitting back down, he pulled Ginger close. "Just let me know if you want me to stop," he whispered. When Ginger nodded, he raised himself, testing his hardnes against the virgin butt.
Ginger cried out as he was entered, though it was gentle. "It, it hurts," he managed, his eyes watering.
Jorden leant back, "too much? Do you want me to stop?"
Ginger thought for a moment and then nodded. "Sorry," he winced, and collapsed on the bed.
Casey kissed him tenderly, "it's ok. I don't think I know anyone who didn't hurt the first time, or anyone who said it didn't and wasn't lieing about it."
Ginger nodded and sighed. He sat huddled up on the end of the bed as he watched Casey and Duncan. They seemed to have limitless energy and it was a while before the collapsed, sated, onto the bed.
He pressed his face into Casey's chest and placed his hands on the other man's waist. He let out a shudding sigh, "I'm sorry."
Casey smiled and cradled Ginger's head in his arms, "I told you it was ok."
Ginger barely noticed as Duncan pulled the covers back on and covered them to the waist. Sandwiched between the two warm bodies, Ginger slowly drifted off to sleep as Casey and Duncan gazed lovingly into each others eyes.
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 1,679
Rating: M
Pairing: m/m/m
Prompt: http://humon.deviantart.com/art/Morning-Glow-137905928
Notes: I can't remember if I've posted this before. I don't think so, but here it is again anyways. I should also point out that the characters belong to the artist. This is also public so that the artist can read it.
Ginger was eroniously named. His parents had chosen the name before he was as they were expecting ginger kids and just stuck with it. He turned up to be pasty white with platinum blonde hair and black eye brows. It didn't bother him at all though and he was just glad he wasn't bright ginger like his parents.
He had always been skinny and hid this with baggy clothing. He was often told that this made him look skinnier than he was but that didn't bother him. He liked the way he dressed and was comfortable with it. He wasn't the only one with a strange dress sense either.
Casey was the dark skinned child of a black mother and white father. Ginger was now making a bee line towards him. The wide street was almost empty and the sun was low on the horizon.
"Casey!" he called, "wait up!"
Casey stopped and turned to face the pale boy. "What's up?"
Ginger swallowed hard and slowed to a stop. "I have something to ask you," he blurted out. He waited for a reaction but when he got none he continued. "I, well, I think I like you. I was kind of wondering if you'd like to go out with me?" He scrunched up his face with embarassment.
Casey smiled, "I'm flattered, I really am, but I have a boyfriend."
"I don't care," Ginger clenched his hands into fists. "I want you, now!"
Casey reached out and played with Ginger's fair hair. "I'd want you too, if I was single."
Ginger looked away and swore. "I'm such an idiot," he mumbled.
"No, you're not," laughed Casey quietly. "You just have a crush on the wrong guy."
"What?!" Ginger looked up at Casey, his eyes opening wide. "I thought, well, I guess I thought wrong. But still!"
Casey shrugged his shoulders and flickered his hair back over them. "Lot's of people make that mistake. I guess it's the skirts." He looked down at the long black cargo skirt that hid heeled boots, and the jumper that used to be his mum's. "I like it though, and so doe my boy."
There was an awkward silence as the two stood there. Thoughts were racing through Ginger's head so fast they were colliding. How could Casey be a guy? Ginger wasn't gay but he knew he was attraced to Casey, and very much so. Did that make him gay? His eyes started watering.
"Please remember to breath," commented Casey and he watched as Ginger gulped in air like a goldfish. "Do you still want me?"
Scrunching his eyes up, a tear slipped out of the inside corner of his left and slid down the contours of his face. Ginger had come this far already and he couldn't turn back. He just nodded his head a bit too vigourously.
Casey smiled, "Ok then. Let me make a phone call, and we'll see." He slipped an arm around Ginger and held him close as he pulled out his phone and called his boyfriend.
Duncan rolled up in his black sedan with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Is this the kid?" he asked after he had greeted Casey with a kiss.
Casey nodded, "yeah, this is him."
"He looks kinda cute. You sure you want to do this?" Duncan looked Ginger up and down a few times. "He is kinda scrawny."
"Hey! I object to being called 'scrawny'!" blurted Ginger, adding "and I am right here, you know."
Duncan laughed. "Get in then," he chuckled. He waited until they were in the car before starting the engine and driving away.
Ginger sat in the back seat, fidgeting his fingers together, his hands pressed between his legs. "I don't really know what to do. I hope you don't mind."
Casey looked round at him, "no one knows what to do the first time. And it's ok, it's perfectly normal to be scared."
"You should have seen Duncan when we did it the first time and neither of us knew what to do. I think we started too fast and it was too much too soon." He shrugged, "We stopped and relxaed for a few minutes then took things slowly and in the end it was great."
Ginger stared out the window. "This might sound dumb, but what's it like?"
"That's not dumb," replied Casey. "And, for what it's worth, it's like having a big poo, but a lot better."
"Hah! Speak for yourself, it's more like a small poo." Duncan stuck it tongue out at Casey to show he was only joking. "Anyway, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Ginger sighed. "Thanks, I guess."
The rest of the journey passed in silence and Ginger didn't notice the car stop or the others getting out. He would have stayed there staring into space had Duncan not knocked on the window.
He hastily took his seatbelt off and got out, following Duncan and Casey into the house.
The bedroom was spacious with a large double bed in the middle of on wall. It had white sheets with blue floral patterns on the pillow and duvet cases.
Ginger stood just in the doorway as he timmidly watched Duncan and Casey undress each other. Duncan's shirt was the first to go followed slowly but Casey's sweater, the tshirt came off with it.
Duncan smirked as he undid the buttons on Casey's skirt before quickly dropping down to grab the hem. Lifting it up, he pulled the skirt above Casey's head. He wasn't quite tall enough to remove it all the way so he let go and slowly kissed Casey when his head emerged.
"That was news," commented Casey as he extricated his arms. He glanced over at Ginger. "I think our friend needs a little help," he observed.
Ginger was still fully dressed with the exception of his shoes. He'd taken those off as soon as he was inside the house.
Duncan slid his hands into Casey's pants and slid them down. "You go sort him while I finish myself off. Ok?" Casey nodded and Duncan kissed his way down his body, sliding the pants off at the same time. He gave the exposed penis a quick kiss and Casey stepped out of the underwear.
He walked over to the slightly embarrased Ginger who stood there like a lemon in headlights. Casey slipped his arms around Ginger's waist and up inside the hooded top. First he undid the belt buckle, letting the jeans slide to the floor, and then his slid his hands over Ginger's stomach.
He slid them over Ginger's sides and up his chest, his finger tips lingering on Ginger's nipples briefly as he felt them harden. He smiled, "lift."
Ginger lifted his arms obediently and Casey removed the baggy top. He started when Duncan slid his arms around him.
"You're even skinnier than you look, and that's impressive in a weird kind of way.
Casey put his arms around both men and kissed Duncan, "hush you, you'll embarrass him." He grinned. "I still want to see what he's got." Casey looked down, "hold him still."
Duncan chuckled quietly and tightend his grip on Ginger. It wasn't vice like but it was firm enough to stop Ginger from running.
Casey got down on his knees, "tighty whities, nice." He slid his hand up Ginger's thighs and took hold of the briefs. He closed his eyes and slid them down to the floor, gently lifting Ginger's feet out of them before throwing them away.
Ginger swallowed hard. "Well?" he asked. He'd hated changing in front of others at school and he had never stopped hating it. His eyes popped open as Casey cupped his cold hands around his balls.
"I've seen bigger," commented Casey, before running the tip of his tongue along the underside of Ginger's dick. "I've also seen smaller." He ran his tongue around the shaft a few times before taking the length in his mouth.
Ginger's eyes rolled back and he shuddered. He looked away, blushing deeply as Casey rose to his feet, swallowing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Come on," said Casey, taking Ginger by the hand, "it's my turn now." He took Ginger's hand and gently led him over to the bed, throwing the covers off before sitting in the middle.
With some coaxing, Ginger crawled onto the bed and sat between Casey's legs with his own on either side of Casey. He looked down at the man's errect penis and swallowed nervously.
Leaning forward, Casey kissed Ginger firmly on the lips and cupped his cheek with one hand. Expertly, Casey opened a lubricated condom and slipped it on with one hand.
Sitting back down, he pulled Ginger close. "Just let me know if you want me to stop," he whispered. When Ginger nodded, he raised himself, testing his hardnes against the virgin butt.
Ginger cried out as he was entered, though it was gentle. "It, it hurts," he managed, his eyes watering.
Jorden leant back, "too much? Do you want me to stop?"
Ginger thought for a moment and then nodded. "Sorry," he winced, and collapsed on the bed.
Casey kissed him tenderly, "it's ok. I don't think I know anyone who didn't hurt the first time, or anyone who said it didn't and wasn't lieing about it."
Ginger nodded and sighed. He sat huddled up on the end of the bed as he watched Casey and Duncan. They seemed to have limitless energy and it was a while before the collapsed, sated, onto the bed.
He pressed his face into Casey's chest and placed his hands on the other man's waist. He let out a shudding sigh, "I'm sorry."
Casey smiled and cradled Ginger's head in his arms, "I told you it was ok."
Ginger barely noticed as Duncan pulled the covers back on and covered them to the waist. Sandwiched between the two warm bodies, Ginger slowly drifted off to sleep as Casey and Duncan gazed lovingly into each others eyes.