Friday at the sandbox - Part 16 "Heaven is a half pint"
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
Ennis agrees to a little intimate 'probing'...
I don’t need to be told twice. I grab a condom from the pocket of my jeans. I had to come prepared, right? I rubber up and kneel back over Ennis. Goddamn but he is so fine. His dark eyes burn into mine, silently begging, Yeah, he wants it. Who am I to deny him? I know exactly how he feels. It’s written all over his face. That feeling of fullness, completeness, of someone sliding deep into you and touching your core.
It feels pretty damn good on my end too.
I move slowly at first. He grabs me close, urging me on, telling me what he wants without words, his thighs squeezing me tighter, tighter.
As I look down at him I know I’ve found my heaven. I never want to leave.
We’re both slick with sweat when I finally find the energy to roll off the couch. I slide to the floor and rest my head back against his ribs, “oh Jesus.”
“You said it.” I feel Ennis’ low chuckle against my cheek.
I look down at myself, sticky and disgusting. “I’m a mess.”
Ennis threads his fingers through my hair, “no, you’re perfect.”
His words make my heart swell. I’m almost scared of the way he makes me feel. I reach up my hand and entwine my fingers with his, bringing his hand down to kiss his palm.
Ennis runs his thumb over my lower lip, “so tell me, have I earned a beer yet?”
I laugh. “Yeah. Maybe even two.”
Ennis smiles at me lazily, affectionately. Neither of us makes a move towards the kitchen.
Our fingers play slowly. It feels so intimate. I feel so indulgent, until Ennis nudges me with his knee. “Thirsty here.”
I sigh dramatically and hoist myself off the floor. I drop the condom in the trash on the way past and grab a couple of lukewarm beers from the kitchen counter. I feel Ennis watching me every step of the way. His eyes rake over my torso as I return and pass him a bottle. I resume my position on the floor.
Ennis slides one arm around my chest and gives me a quick sideways hug. He twists towards me to clink his bottle against mine.
I watch him as I take a long swallow.
Warm beer has never tasted so good.
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Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
Ennis agrees to a little intimate 'probing'...
I don’t need to be told twice. I grab a condom from the pocket of my jeans. I had to come prepared, right? I rubber up and kneel back over Ennis. Goddamn but he is so fine. His dark eyes burn into mine, silently begging, Yeah, he wants it. Who am I to deny him? I know exactly how he feels. It’s written all over his face. That feeling of fullness, completeness, of someone sliding deep into you and touching your core.
It feels pretty damn good on my end too.
I move slowly at first. He grabs me close, urging me on, telling me what he wants without words, his thighs squeezing me tighter, tighter.
As I look down at him I know I’ve found my heaven. I never want to leave.
We’re both slick with sweat when I finally find the energy to roll off the couch. I slide to the floor and rest my head back against his ribs, “oh Jesus.”
“You said it.” I feel Ennis’ low chuckle against my cheek.
I look down at myself, sticky and disgusting. “I’m a mess.”
Ennis threads his fingers through my hair, “no, you’re perfect.”
His words make my heart swell. I’m almost scared of the way he makes me feel. I reach up my hand and entwine my fingers with his, bringing his hand down to kiss his palm.
Ennis runs his thumb over my lower lip, “so tell me, have I earned a beer yet?”
I laugh. “Yeah. Maybe even two.”
Ennis smiles at me lazily, affectionately. Neither of us makes a move towards the kitchen.
Our fingers play slowly. It feels so intimate. I feel so indulgent, until Ennis nudges me with his knee. “Thirsty here.”
I sigh dramatically and hoist myself off the floor. I drop the condom in the trash on the way past and grab a couple of lukewarm beers from the kitchen counter. I feel Ennis watching me every step of the way. His eyes rake over my torso as I return and pass him a bottle. I resume my position on the floor.
Ennis slides one arm around my chest and gives me a quick sideways hug. He twists towards me to clink his bottle against mine.
I watch him as I take a long swallow.
Warm beer has never tasted so good.
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