This Ain't Seaworld
Title: This Ain't Seaworld
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Danny Kurily/Ian Planet
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “I want a back rub,” he whines, and lies down on his front, shirt discarded somewhere below deck.
Disclaimer: do not own do not steal etc title and cut belong to the Lonely Island
A/N: hey look the other piece of smut I wrote while on a boat. It's fun because they're on a boat too!!!!
tumblr is here, br0.
The clouds, Ian thinks, could roll right to the edge of the earth, and keep going, around and around in a continuous circle of fluffy white that never ends. He knows that in actuality, they’re condensed water or whatever it was that his science teacher in highschool told the class, something about condensing and then turning into clouds and raining and that rain was actually just a small piece of a cloud. No, here, anchored in the middle of Lake Michigan on Danny’s boat, the clouds are just pieces of white cotton floating on the winds to the edge of the earth and back.
“Are you philosophing?” Danny asks, climbing out of the pit and up past ropes to where Ian is lying stretched out over the deck. He can hear the smile in his voice. Ian isn’t a fan of Michigan summers, too hot and humid with mosquitoes the size of birds, but Danny loves them almost more than he loves his boyfriend, so he agrees to go with him and meet his family and go out on his boat on the lake he grew up on.
“Of course not,” he grins easily, imaging his boyfriend as a fifteen year old kid, swimming and fishing in the lake, bringing girls out because he knows that he was seventeen before he even started experimenting with the same sex. “How many girls and guys have you brought out here?” he teases, nudging him with his foot. Danny sits down next to him, curves one hand over his bicep and says, “Oh, you must be the twentieth? Maybe the thirtieth, my mom would know.” Ian snorts.
The lake is still. It’s humid and there is absolutely no wind, which means no waves, not even little ones. The water that the boat floats on is like a dark glass, like a mirror. Ian has a couple of pillows with him on the deck, that he’s leaning against and dozing. He rubs the sole of his foot against Danny’s calf, flinging his left arm over his eyes to shade him from the sun. “Are you wearing sunscreen?” Danny asks, rolling over onto one arm as he squints at Ian. He nods, just barely, already half asleep again because the glare of the sun is hot and Danny’s presence pressed against his side, no matter how sticky with sweat, is comforting.
“I’m not, so you should put some on me,” he says, and he’s gone even before Ian has mumbled some half remark of, oh, I’ll put some on you alright. He comes back with an orange bottle and tosses it at Ian. It hits him in the chest and he groans going, “Fuck you, you should put it on yourself.”
Ian sits up anyway, squints at Danny and the pours some of the white sunscreen into his hands. “I want a back rub,” he whines, and lies down on his front, shirt discarded somewhere below deck. He starts it (mostly) with pure and innocent thoughts in mind, rubbing the sunscreen into his skin before he sets about giving him a proper massage, pressing the palms of his hands into his shoulders to knead out the knots. He works his way lower, thumbs rubbing circles into the sunkissed skin, colored a few shades darker from being shirtless on the boat and beach and mostly because Ian just likes to see his boyfriend with as little clothes as possible. Danny starts making these little noises that go straight to his dick, soft little pleasurable moans that probably have more to do with his hands kneading out tense muscles than someone touching his cock. He’s hard in what feels like no time, and he doesn’t even really bother trying to hide it from him. He actually doesn’t bother at all, just leans forward so he’s stretched out across his back and rocks his hips forward so he can feel him rubbing against his ass.
“Fuck you, really?” Danny mumbles, voice sounding thick and somewhat sleepy. “I went down on you like, four hours ago.”
He mouths at the back of his neck, his skin hot against his lips. “You should listen to the sounds you make and try not getting hard.” He rocks his hips forwards again, two layers of swimming trunks separating him from what he really, really wants.
“Can’t you just -?” Danny starts, but he can feel his own dick responding, whether he likes it or not (and he does like it, he really actually does quite enjoy it when his boyfriend rubs him in the right ways, just not when he’s half asleep because he’s getting a massage and the sun is nice and the boat is rocking gently back and forth. Although, he did kind of ask for it, asking for a massage and all). He sighs and then rolls over, and Ian manages to stay on top of him the whole time, and when he opens his eyes and lifts a hand to shade them against the sun he sees him looking down at him, eyes dark and heated, gaze hotter than the ultra violet rays attempting to give him skin cancer.
“What if I blow you?” Ian asks with a smirk, already moving down so he’s kneeling in between his legs, hands rubbing his upper thighs slowly. “I think you’d like that.” His fingertips go up, just under the edges of the swimming trunks. He curls them along the hem, pulls them down, just a little, just enough that he can see the tip of his cock over the waistband. Danny hums eyes closing as he lifts his hips and wiggles a little, trying to get the swimming shorts off. The get stuck around his ankles, and he kicks his way out of one before giving up and leaving the other, hooked around his left foot.
Ian’s lips press to the insides of his thighs, teeth scraping gently across his skin so that it sends rushes of heat through him, arousal curling hot and slow in his stomach. He curls one hand around the base of his hard on, licking a stripe up the underside before closing his mouth around the head, tongue pressing against the slit and forcing a few beads of precome up. Danny slumps back against the deck, both hands buried in Ian’s hair, gently guiding him further down his dick. He whines softly, tightening his grip when Ian stops for a second, trying to push him down further. He knows that he can do it, it’s just a matter of pushing him a little bit. Ian breathes hard through his nose, feeling a trickle of saliva going down his chin and touching his hand where it’s curled at the base. Blowjobs are a messy business.
He pushes him too hard and Ian almost gags, pulling off and coughing for a second. He wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, and Danny pushes himself up onto his elbows again, sees his boyfriend with messy hair and lips red and swollen and pulls him forward so he can kiss him, not caring that it’s definitely himself he can taste in his mouth. Ian pulls back, shifting away from him again, still kneeling. Manhandling one of his legs, he hooks it over his shoulder and says quietly, “Let me try something, yeah?” Danny blinks down at him and nods, not entirely sure where he’s going with this, but he’s willing to let him try pretty much whatever on his body if It’s likely it’ll end with orgasms.
A shout escapes his mouth when Ian goes all the way down again, nose pressing against wiry curls at the base of his dick. He pulls off again and grins at Danny, and then closes his mouth around one of his balls, sucking lightly before pushing his other knee up so it’s bent with the foot pressed against the deck. His tongue presses behind, presses to his perineum and that’s when Danny figures it out and moans loud and low. “Really?” he moans, and Ian smirks, sweeping his tongue across his entrance.
“Yeah,” he says, hands shifting so they can each grab an ass cheek, squeezing light as he lifts slightly so he has a better angle, and then Danny’s brain short circuits when he feels Ian’s tongue inside him, wethot and kind of perfect. It twists deliciously, presses in deeper and Danny isn’t sure if the sounds coming out of his mouth are him. They don’t sound like him, low and almost animal like, urging Ian on - faster more don’t stop don’t ever fucking stop.
He doesn’t stop, instead he gets him to lift his hips a little more so he can get in deeper. “Ian.” If there was only one thing he could ever hear for the rest of his life, it would probably be Danny saying his name just like that, he’s sure of it. One finger presses in with his tongue, making Danny’s head spin almost uncomfortably. Instead of his tongue going back into his ass, his mouth closes around his dick again, and that’s okay, that’s good too, he’s got his fingers in his ass and his mouth on his dick and that is just peachy.
When Ian gets a second finger in, curling them to find the tiny nerve that has sparks shooting out of his fingers and toes, Danny’s fingers tighten where they’ve found their way back into Ian’s hair and comes, hips rocking up frantically into his mouth. He slumps back down with a gasp, watching Ian with bedroom eyes when he pulls off his dick and moves over to the starboard side of the boat so he can spit over the side. “What, you can’t swallow for me?” Danny teases, chest rising and falling slowly. Ian grins and shakes his head.
“You, my good man, need to eat more fruit.” He moves so he’s over him again, still wearing swimming trunks whereas his boyfriend is as naked as the day he was born. He leans down to mouth at his neck and jaw, kissing his cheek and ear and lips. “Can I fuck you?” he asks, hot and low, and Danny can feel it where he’s hard against his thigh, a wet patch on the front of his shorts where he’s leaking through. “Or is it too soon?”
“Mmm,” Danny hums, fingers tracing up the contours of his back, curving over sharp shoulder blades. “Go ahead, I can handle it.”
He can feel Ian smile into his neck, nipping gently at the skin. Ian sits up on his knees, pulls on the drawstring and then works the shorts off of his hips. Danny watches him strip - because he might not actually be stripping, but no matter what way he takes his clothes off it manages to be sexual - and sighs contently, pulling him back to fit over him as soon as he’s naked too. Three fingers press into him, just being careful, and it stings a little but more in the way that’s he’s distantly aware of it but not really caring. They’re out almost as soon as they’re in, and then he hears Ian spitting into his hand and a slow rumble in his chest as he fists himself. “Sorry, no lube on me,” he apologizes, pressing his nose against his cheek. Danny just makes a noise, telling him that he doesn’t care, just wants him to get on with it.
It drags, hot and heavy when he pushes inside, Danny’s legs moving up to tighten around his hips, feet grazing the backs of his knees. “Fuck,” Ian says. “Fuck, I - fuck.” The pace he sets is one they’re both familiar with, fast and hard and playing just this side of rough.
“Yeah,” Danny breathes, pushing back down against him. He can feel his own cock coming back to life, starting to get hard again faster than it should: he definitely isn’t sixteen anymore. It’s sore but in a good way, and he urges Ian to keep going, harder, please, more. His short nails scrape red lines into his back. Ian realizes that he’s hard again roughly at the same time as Danny fully realizes it, and Ian’s lips are by his ear, whispering Touch yourself as his hips keep driving steady and deep. He reaches in between them, breath fanning out in a burst across the side of his face as he touches his cock, almost too sensitive from coming like, fifteen minutes ago.
Ian starts talking in his ear and Danny utters a moan, arching against him. He has a filthy mouth. “Like you best like this,” he breathes, lips brushing against his skin. “Loose and pliant, I could fuck you like this for hours.” Part of Danny hopes that he doesn’t, because he already wants to come again, rocking back against him. The other part thinks about how awesome that would be, how good he’d feel after, sore and amazing and like he belongs to Ian - which, he kind of does. But still. “You feel so good. Sound even better. Love the sounds that you make.” Danny moans softly, and then again, slightly louder. He knows that Ian gets off on sound. One time, when he was here in Michigan and Ian was with his family they tried phone sex, and Ian got off on just listening to him jerking off.
“Are you close?” he asks, not quite thrusting anymore. Instead, his hips are just rocking against his ass, twisting in slow circles that press the head of his dick against his prostate and make him dizzy with pleasure. “Can you come again?” He gasps and nods, arches against him again, bare chest to bare chest. Danny doesn’t know how Ian manages to put sentences and words together like he does. He doesn’t really care, he loves listening to him talk like that.
“Fuck,” Ian mutters, composure slipping just a little. He shifts his weight so that he’s leaning over Danny on one arm, their faces so close together that he can taste his breath. His hand covers Danny’s on his dick, and he tightens his grip, making Danny’s tighter too.
Danny’s orgasm triggers his, his muscles tightening until Ian thinks that he’s going to pass out from how fucking tight he is. He thrusts shallowly, stilling as he all but collapses on top of him.
“Hey,” Danny groans, pushing at his shoulders because he’s kind of heavy when all his weight is just dead on top of him. Ian makes a muffled noise into his shoulder, lifting his head to look at him before he pushes himself up so he can pull out of him. “Yeah, okay, another round is out of the question,” he says in a slightly strangled voice, one hand resting on Ian’s chest as he does collapse on the deck next to him.
“Not for another couple of hours at least,” Ian agrees, closing his eyes as his jaw practically splits with a yawn. “We need food and sleep before we can even think about more sex.”
“There’s food below deck,” Danny yawns. “Chips and salsa and stuff. You should definitely go get it.” His eyes are closed, and he doesn’t need to open them to know that Ian’s are closed too. He can feel the way his breath his evening out and slowing that he’s falling asleep almost as fast as he is.
“I just gave you two really awesome orgasms in a row, you should go get the chips.”
“Later,” Danny agrees, and rolls over so he can press his face into his shoulder and yawn in his face.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Danny Kurily/Ian Planet
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “I want a back rub,” he whines, and lies down on his front, shirt discarded somewhere below deck.
Disclaimer: do not own do not steal etc title and cut belong to the Lonely Island
A/N: hey look the other piece of smut I wrote while on a boat. It's fun because they're on a boat too!!!!
tumblr is here, br0.
The clouds, Ian thinks, could roll right to the edge of the earth, and keep going, around and around in a continuous circle of fluffy white that never ends. He knows that in actuality, they’re condensed water or whatever it was that his science teacher in highschool told the class, something about condensing and then turning into clouds and raining and that rain was actually just a small piece of a cloud. No, here, anchored in the middle of Lake Michigan on Danny’s boat, the clouds are just pieces of white cotton floating on the winds to the edge of the earth and back.
“Are you philosophing?” Danny asks, climbing out of the pit and up past ropes to where Ian is lying stretched out over the deck. He can hear the smile in his voice. Ian isn’t a fan of Michigan summers, too hot and humid with mosquitoes the size of birds, but Danny loves them almost more than he loves his boyfriend, so he agrees to go with him and meet his family and go out on his boat on the lake he grew up on.
“Of course not,” he grins easily, imaging his boyfriend as a fifteen year old kid, swimming and fishing in the lake, bringing girls out because he knows that he was seventeen before he even started experimenting with the same sex. “How many girls and guys have you brought out here?” he teases, nudging him with his foot. Danny sits down next to him, curves one hand over his bicep and says, “Oh, you must be the twentieth? Maybe the thirtieth, my mom would know.” Ian snorts.
The lake is still. It’s humid and there is absolutely no wind, which means no waves, not even little ones. The water that the boat floats on is like a dark glass, like a mirror. Ian has a couple of pillows with him on the deck, that he’s leaning against and dozing. He rubs the sole of his foot against Danny’s calf, flinging his left arm over his eyes to shade him from the sun. “Are you wearing sunscreen?” Danny asks, rolling over onto one arm as he squints at Ian. He nods, just barely, already half asleep again because the glare of the sun is hot and Danny’s presence pressed against his side, no matter how sticky with sweat, is comforting.
“I’m not, so you should put some on me,” he says, and he’s gone even before Ian has mumbled some half remark of, oh, I’ll put some on you alright. He comes back with an orange bottle and tosses it at Ian. It hits him in the chest and he groans going, “Fuck you, you should put it on yourself.”
Ian sits up anyway, squints at Danny and the pours some of the white sunscreen into his hands. “I want a back rub,” he whines, and lies down on his front, shirt discarded somewhere below deck. He starts it (mostly) with pure and innocent thoughts in mind, rubbing the sunscreen into his skin before he sets about giving him a proper massage, pressing the palms of his hands into his shoulders to knead out the knots. He works his way lower, thumbs rubbing circles into the sunkissed skin, colored a few shades darker from being shirtless on the boat and beach and mostly because Ian just likes to see his boyfriend with as little clothes as possible. Danny starts making these little noises that go straight to his dick, soft little pleasurable moans that probably have more to do with his hands kneading out tense muscles than someone touching his cock. He’s hard in what feels like no time, and he doesn’t even really bother trying to hide it from him. He actually doesn’t bother at all, just leans forward so he’s stretched out across his back and rocks his hips forward so he can feel him rubbing against his ass.
“Fuck you, really?” Danny mumbles, voice sounding thick and somewhat sleepy. “I went down on you like, four hours ago.”
He mouths at the back of his neck, his skin hot against his lips. “You should listen to the sounds you make and try not getting hard.” He rocks his hips forwards again, two layers of swimming trunks separating him from what he really, really wants.
“Can’t you just -?” Danny starts, but he can feel his own dick responding, whether he likes it or not (and he does like it, he really actually does quite enjoy it when his boyfriend rubs him in the right ways, just not when he’s half asleep because he’s getting a massage and the sun is nice and the boat is rocking gently back and forth. Although, he did kind of ask for it, asking for a massage and all). He sighs and then rolls over, and Ian manages to stay on top of him the whole time, and when he opens his eyes and lifts a hand to shade them against the sun he sees him looking down at him, eyes dark and heated, gaze hotter than the ultra violet rays attempting to give him skin cancer.
“What if I blow you?” Ian asks with a smirk, already moving down so he’s kneeling in between his legs, hands rubbing his upper thighs slowly. “I think you’d like that.” His fingertips go up, just under the edges of the swimming trunks. He curls them along the hem, pulls them down, just a little, just enough that he can see the tip of his cock over the waistband. Danny hums eyes closing as he lifts his hips and wiggles a little, trying to get the swimming shorts off. The get stuck around his ankles, and he kicks his way out of one before giving up and leaving the other, hooked around his left foot.
Ian’s lips press to the insides of his thighs, teeth scraping gently across his skin so that it sends rushes of heat through him, arousal curling hot and slow in his stomach. He curls one hand around the base of his hard on, licking a stripe up the underside before closing his mouth around the head, tongue pressing against the slit and forcing a few beads of precome up. Danny slumps back against the deck, both hands buried in Ian’s hair, gently guiding him further down his dick. He whines softly, tightening his grip when Ian stops for a second, trying to push him down further. He knows that he can do it, it’s just a matter of pushing him a little bit. Ian breathes hard through his nose, feeling a trickle of saliva going down his chin and touching his hand where it’s curled at the base. Blowjobs are a messy business.
He pushes him too hard and Ian almost gags, pulling off and coughing for a second. He wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, and Danny pushes himself up onto his elbows again, sees his boyfriend with messy hair and lips red and swollen and pulls him forward so he can kiss him, not caring that it’s definitely himself he can taste in his mouth. Ian pulls back, shifting away from him again, still kneeling. Manhandling one of his legs, he hooks it over his shoulder and says quietly, “Let me try something, yeah?” Danny blinks down at him and nods, not entirely sure where he’s going with this, but he’s willing to let him try pretty much whatever on his body if It’s likely it’ll end with orgasms.
A shout escapes his mouth when Ian goes all the way down again, nose pressing against wiry curls at the base of his dick. He pulls off again and grins at Danny, and then closes his mouth around one of his balls, sucking lightly before pushing his other knee up so it’s bent with the foot pressed against the deck. His tongue presses behind, presses to his perineum and that’s when Danny figures it out and moans loud and low. “Really?” he moans, and Ian smirks, sweeping his tongue across his entrance.
“Yeah,” he says, hands shifting so they can each grab an ass cheek, squeezing light as he lifts slightly so he has a better angle, and then Danny’s brain short circuits when he feels Ian’s tongue inside him, wethot and kind of perfect. It twists deliciously, presses in deeper and Danny isn’t sure if the sounds coming out of his mouth are him. They don’t sound like him, low and almost animal like, urging Ian on - faster more don’t stop don’t ever fucking stop.
He doesn’t stop, instead he gets him to lift his hips a little more so he can get in deeper. “Ian.” If there was only one thing he could ever hear for the rest of his life, it would probably be Danny saying his name just like that, he’s sure of it. One finger presses in with his tongue, making Danny’s head spin almost uncomfortably. Instead of his tongue going back into his ass, his mouth closes around his dick again, and that’s okay, that’s good too, he’s got his fingers in his ass and his mouth on his dick and that is just peachy.
When Ian gets a second finger in, curling them to find the tiny nerve that has sparks shooting out of his fingers and toes, Danny’s fingers tighten where they’ve found their way back into Ian’s hair and comes, hips rocking up frantically into his mouth. He slumps back down with a gasp, watching Ian with bedroom eyes when he pulls off his dick and moves over to the starboard side of the boat so he can spit over the side. “What, you can’t swallow for me?” Danny teases, chest rising and falling slowly. Ian grins and shakes his head.
“You, my good man, need to eat more fruit.” He moves so he’s over him again, still wearing swimming trunks whereas his boyfriend is as naked as the day he was born. He leans down to mouth at his neck and jaw, kissing his cheek and ear and lips. “Can I fuck you?” he asks, hot and low, and Danny can feel it where he’s hard against his thigh, a wet patch on the front of his shorts where he’s leaking through. “Or is it too soon?”
“Mmm,” Danny hums, fingers tracing up the contours of his back, curving over sharp shoulder blades. “Go ahead, I can handle it.”
He can feel Ian smile into his neck, nipping gently at the skin. Ian sits up on his knees, pulls on the drawstring and then works the shorts off of his hips. Danny watches him strip - because he might not actually be stripping, but no matter what way he takes his clothes off it manages to be sexual - and sighs contently, pulling him back to fit over him as soon as he’s naked too. Three fingers press into him, just being careful, and it stings a little but more in the way that’s he’s distantly aware of it but not really caring. They’re out almost as soon as they’re in, and then he hears Ian spitting into his hand and a slow rumble in his chest as he fists himself. “Sorry, no lube on me,” he apologizes, pressing his nose against his cheek. Danny just makes a noise, telling him that he doesn’t care, just wants him to get on with it.
It drags, hot and heavy when he pushes inside, Danny’s legs moving up to tighten around his hips, feet grazing the backs of his knees. “Fuck,” Ian says. “Fuck, I - fuck.” The pace he sets is one they’re both familiar with, fast and hard and playing just this side of rough.
“Yeah,” Danny breathes, pushing back down against him. He can feel his own cock coming back to life, starting to get hard again faster than it should: he definitely isn’t sixteen anymore. It’s sore but in a good way, and he urges Ian to keep going, harder, please, more. His short nails scrape red lines into his back. Ian realizes that he’s hard again roughly at the same time as Danny fully realizes it, and Ian’s lips are by his ear, whispering Touch yourself as his hips keep driving steady and deep. He reaches in between them, breath fanning out in a burst across the side of his face as he touches his cock, almost too sensitive from coming like, fifteen minutes ago.
Ian starts talking in his ear and Danny utters a moan, arching against him. He has a filthy mouth. “Like you best like this,” he breathes, lips brushing against his skin. “Loose and pliant, I could fuck you like this for hours.” Part of Danny hopes that he doesn’t, because he already wants to come again, rocking back against him. The other part thinks about how awesome that would be, how good he’d feel after, sore and amazing and like he belongs to Ian - which, he kind of does. But still. “You feel so good. Sound even better. Love the sounds that you make.” Danny moans softly, and then again, slightly louder. He knows that Ian gets off on sound. One time, when he was here in Michigan and Ian was with his family they tried phone sex, and Ian got off on just listening to him jerking off.
“Are you close?” he asks, not quite thrusting anymore. Instead, his hips are just rocking against his ass, twisting in slow circles that press the head of his dick against his prostate and make him dizzy with pleasure. “Can you come again?” He gasps and nods, arches against him again, bare chest to bare chest. Danny doesn’t know how Ian manages to put sentences and words together like he does. He doesn’t really care, he loves listening to him talk like that.
“Fuck,” Ian mutters, composure slipping just a little. He shifts his weight so that he’s leaning over Danny on one arm, their faces so close together that he can taste his breath. His hand covers Danny’s on his dick, and he tightens his grip, making Danny’s tighter too.
Danny’s orgasm triggers his, his muscles tightening until Ian thinks that he’s going to pass out from how fucking tight he is. He thrusts shallowly, stilling as he all but collapses on top of him.
“Hey,” Danny groans, pushing at his shoulders because he’s kind of heavy when all his weight is just dead on top of him. Ian makes a muffled noise into his shoulder, lifting his head to look at him before he pushes himself up so he can pull out of him. “Yeah, okay, another round is out of the question,” he says in a slightly strangled voice, one hand resting on Ian’s chest as he does collapse on the deck next to him.
“Not for another couple of hours at least,” Ian agrees, closing his eyes as his jaw practically splits with a yawn. “We need food and sleep before we can even think about more sex.”
“There’s food below deck,” Danny yawns. “Chips and salsa and stuff. You should definitely go get it.” His eyes are closed, and he doesn’t need to open them to know that Ian’s are closed too. He can feel the way his breath his evening out and slowing that he’s falling asleep almost as fast as he is.
“I just gave you two really awesome orgasms in a row, you should go get the chips.”
“Later,” Danny agrees, and rolls over so he can press his face into his shoulder and yawn in his face.