A Bit Rubbish, 4/?
Title: A Bit Rubbish, 4/?
Summary: Dennis comes back from the bathroom and gets back into bed
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Spoilers: it was Dennis that Vince heard going ‘Oh.’
Length: another 1750-ish words
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit, don’t sue, this didn’t really happen although it would have been nice if it had
Notes: I am warming to this pairing. It’s a pity they’ll never do this again but it’s been very nice for all of us! I still have no idea how to solve Dennis’s problems, but Naboo says he does, so I’ll just have to listen very carefully to what he’s telling me, and hope he hasn’t eaten too many of those hashcakes or I’ll never make sense of it…
A Bit Rubbish, 4/?
Naboo is just about to get out of bed and go and see whether Dennis has fallen asleep in the bath, when he hears the door open and shut and the key turning in the lock.
Then a very chilly Head Shaman is clambering in beside him, and Naboo stops thinking and just concentrates on warming him up again.
Over the sound of Dennis’s teeth chattering, Naboo can hear faint giggling from the other side of the wall. So those two are at it again…
Dennis rolls onto his side, his breath tickling Naboo’s ear.
‘Naboo?’
‘Mmm?’
‘I’ve… well, I’ve washed and everything, and I thought perhaps…’
Blimey, he’s hard again already. ‘You want more?’
‘Only if you… You see, I asked, and she said no, and ever since I’ve wondered whether I should have persisted or whether it’s something a man can do without… I need to know, Naboo, and I don’t know anyone else I can ask.’
‘Ask what?’ Naboo is beginning to suspect that communication issues may be at the heart of the Head Shaman’s marital problems.
‘Well, I’m not certain of the correct terminology, but would you…’ Dennis buries his hot face in Naboo’s shoulder. ‘With your mouth,’ he whispers.
‘You’d like me to blow you?’
‘Yes.’
At last, a straight answer to a straight question. This feels like progress. And the idea of it is already turning Naboo on, more than he’d have expected it would.
‘Hasn’t anyone ever…?’
‘Don’t laugh, but no. Nobody ever has. My wife refused point-blank, the one time I asked, and she won’t let me, umm, reciprocate either. She never lets me… There’s so much I want to give her, so much she needs, but I can’t find the way to… I can see, you see. I can see into the heart of her, but she hates me for it.’
‘I don’t hate you for it.’ Naboo strokes the back of Dennis’s head, tracing the lines of his shamanic tattoos. ‘An’ maybe she doesn’t either, maybe she just finds it, I dunno, a bit scary or somethin’? Anyway, listen, we can talk about that later, right now we’ve got some important research to do.’
He rolls Dennis onto his back; leans over and kisses his nipples, nibbling and teasing until they’re standing stiff and proud and Dennis is making funny little noises again. Then he takes his time over kissing his way all down the middle of Dennis’s stomach, in the direction his arrow-shaped blue markings are pointing, into his very clean groin, and then up his shaft…
Dennis groans.
‘You OK there?’
‘I’m fine. Please, don’t stop, please…’
Naboo grins, and puts his head down again, planting tiny kisses on the soft folds of Dennis’s foreskin, drawing it back little by little until the shiny purple head is revealed in all its glory.
He swipes his tongue across the smooth surface, tasting salt and sex and Dennis, and it’s all very strange but very good… and Dennis doesn’t need to know that Naboo has never gone further than this before…
It’s a tight fit and it’s straining his jaw, but it’s all in there, or at least quite enough of it to be going on with. Naboo puts a hand round it so he can’t take it in too far, and choke. He doesn’t want to give Dennis any excuse to stop: that hot, hard flesh against his tongue is one of the most arousing things he’s ever felt.
To judge by the sounds Dennis is making, it’s quite mutual.
Naboo moves his head slowly, up and down, and licks at the ridges and folds of Dennis’s cockhead; he cups the other man’s balls with his free hand, feeling them drawing up and tightening in response.
‘Oh.’ Dennis arches his back. ‘Oh, that is… I never imagined… But you’d better stop, I’m going to -’
Naboo lifts his head briefly, just long enough to make sure his jaw’s still working and say ‘I know, an’ I don’t mind, I want you to.’
Dennis shudders and gasps as Naboo returns to his research. ‘You want me to… Oh. Oh…’
Well, they do say be careful what you wish for. One more lick, and Naboo’s mouth is flooded with thick, sweet, earthy-tasting come. It takes him by surprise, and he’s swallowed the first lot without giving it a second thought; he rolls the second mouthful around his tongue, deciding that he rather likes the taste, before swallowing that too and carefully sliding Dennis’s softening prick out of his mouth.
The big man is sobbing quietly. Naboo crawls up beside him, and holds him tight. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘She - she made me feel dirty for asking,’ Dennis chokes. ‘She said it was disgusting - that I was disgusting…’
‘She’s wrong there. Both times.’
‘But doesn’t it taste -’
‘No, it doesn’t, it just tastes of… well, you. Like this.’ Naboo kisses him, very gently. Dennis resists at first, then gives in and opens his mouth, and they kiss until it all tastes the same, and Dennis’s tears have ceased.
Naboo lies back on Dennis’s shoulder and lets Dennis stroke his hair in a soothing rhythm. A shaman could fall asleep like this…
‘Naboo?’
‘Mmm?’
‘What do you taste of?’
Unexpected, this is. Naboo props himself on an elbow and grins. ‘You really wanna know? Here.’
He runs a finger through the wetness in his groin, and brings his hand up to Dennis’s lips.
Dennis licks cautiously, then opens his mouth and takes Naboo’s finger in, caressing it with his tongue, sucking at it as though it were a cock, not just a finger.
So that’s what it feels like… Naboo moans and rocks his hips, and Dennis slides the finger out and kisses Naboo’s mouth, tasting of both of them.
Then he’s kissing Naboo’s throat, and his collarbone, and his aching nipples, and his navel, and right down over his un-male mound and between his thighs, Naboo unfurling like a flower in sunshine, opening and softening as Dennis licks and strokes and looks.
‘Could we…?’ Dennis asks softly. ‘I don’t want to hurt you, but I’d really like…’
The D-Man certainly has stamina. His wife doesn’t know what a lucky woman she is. Or perhaps she reckons you can have too much of a good thing…
Naboo, on the other hand, will take as much of a good thing as he can get.
‘I’d like, too. If you can get three fingers in then yeah, it’ll be fine.’
A wet fingertip pushes cautiously inside him, and Naboo has to concentrate very hard on thoughts of Tony Harrison in order not to come right then and there.
The second finger finds his major sweet spot, making him gasp and wriggle.
‘Does that hurt?’
‘Do I look like that hurts?’
Dennis stills his movements and looks Naboo very solemnly in the face. ‘No, actually, you don’t. You look like… as though that was very nice indeed and you wish me to continue.’
‘Spot-on, it was an’ I do. Please…’
By the time Dennis has worked a third finger in beside the other two, Naboo is dripping wet and open and so turned on he can hardly stay still.
‘Are you…?’ Dennis leans over and kisses him.
‘Ready for you? You bet. Here, stick a pillow under my arse, it’ll make it easier for you.’
‘Do we require, um, lubrication?’
‘Have you felt what’s goin’ on down there? If I get any more lubricated I’ll float away.’
Dennis smiles, slicks himself with his wet hand, then kneels between Naboo’s parted legs and works his cock carefully inside.
It’s a tight fit, but it does fit, and as they start to move together Naboo realises that something has changed. Dennis is no longer clumsy with need but confident, relaxed, in control. The D-Man doing what the D-Man does best: giving.
He kisses him and their eyes meet; Dennis is looking right into Naboo’s soul.
The milky-blue of Dennis’s eyes clears and darkens, and suddenly Naboo is looking right into Dennis too.
Oh, and he is loving this, just loving it. Being able to give Naboo such a good time and at the same time just enjoy himself. This is what he wants for him and his Methuselah. And now he has hope that it might somehow be possible. A fragile, trembling hope…
Naboo has to close his eyes, or he’ll start crying again.
‘It’s all right. I just wanted you to see…’ Dennis strokes Naboo and soothes him, then starts thrusting into him in a slow rhythm, touching all three of his sweet spots in turn as that big hard full-male prick slides smoothly in and out.
He takes Naboo right to the edge, to the point where the pleasure becomes almost painful in its intensity and Naboo is whimpering helplessly.
Then he leans down, his moustache brushing Naboo’s ear, and whispers, ‘Come for me.’
With a sharp cry, Naboo lets go, his climax surging through him and washing away years and years of pent-up frustration in a flood of come and sweat and tears. He’s adrift, and would be lost if Dennis’s big hands weren’t holding him; he clings to the other man for dear life until it’s over and he’s washed up and sobbing and weak, but so very, very happy…
‘You were right,’ Dennis says, as he cleans Naboo up with the remainder of the box of tissues. ‘It does make one afraid, letting someone else see one’s innermost thoughts. It requires a high degree of trust, and that’s not easy.’
‘’S good though, yeah?’ Naboo smiles at him.
‘Yes. Yes, it was. But then I’ve known you for a long time.’ Dennis sighs. ‘Whereas my wife…’
‘If it can be like that with me, it can be like that with her too.’
‘I hope it can, but I can’t see how.’ Dennis shakes his head.
‘Don’t give up on that hope. There has to be a way.’ Naboo yawns, and stretches out under the covers. ‘I need to sleep on it, but I’m sure I can come up with something. We can talk it through in the morning.’
‘Naboo, I -’
‘Still think we’re a bit rubbish?’
Dennis laughs, and hugs him. ‘So what if we are, we had a good time, didn’t we?’
‘We certainly did, Big D,’ Naboo murmurs, snuggling closer.
‘And I’m not giving up hope.’ Dennis reaches up to click the light off. ‘It’s still Christmas. And we’ve still got the magic.’
Summary: Dennis comes back from the bathroom and gets back into bed
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Spoilers: it was Dennis that Vince heard going ‘Oh.’
Length: another 1750-ish words
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit, don’t sue, this didn’t really happen although it would have been nice if it had
Notes: I am warming to this pairing. It’s a pity they’ll never do this again but it’s been very nice for all of us! I still have no idea how to solve Dennis’s problems, but Naboo says he does, so I’ll just have to listen very carefully to what he’s telling me, and hope he hasn’t eaten too many of those hashcakes or I’ll never make sense of it…
A Bit Rubbish, 4/?
Naboo is just about to get out of bed and go and see whether Dennis has fallen asleep in the bath, when he hears the door open and shut and the key turning in the lock.
Then a very chilly Head Shaman is clambering in beside him, and Naboo stops thinking and just concentrates on warming him up again.
Over the sound of Dennis’s teeth chattering, Naboo can hear faint giggling from the other side of the wall. So those two are at it again…
Dennis rolls onto his side, his breath tickling Naboo’s ear.
‘Naboo?’
‘Mmm?’
‘I’ve… well, I’ve washed and everything, and I thought perhaps…’
Blimey, he’s hard again already. ‘You want more?’
‘Only if you… You see, I asked, and she said no, and ever since I’ve wondered whether I should have persisted or whether it’s something a man can do without… I need to know, Naboo, and I don’t know anyone else I can ask.’
‘Ask what?’ Naboo is beginning to suspect that communication issues may be at the heart of the Head Shaman’s marital problems.
‘Well, I’m not certain of the correct terminology, but would you…’ Dennis buries his hot face in Naboo’s shoulder. ‘With your mouth,’ he whispers.
‘You’d like me to blow you?’
‘Yes.’
At last, a straight answer to a straight question. This feels like progress. And the idea of it is already turning Naboo on, more than he’d have expected it would.
‘Hasn’t anyone ever…?’
‘Don’t laugh, but no. Nobody ever has. My wife refused point-blank, the one time I asked, and she won’t let me, umm, reciprocate either. She never lets me… There’s so much I want to give her, so much she needs, but I can’t find the way to… I can see, you see. I can see into the heart of her, but she hates me for it.’
‘I don’t hate you for it.’ Naboo strokes the back of Dennis’s head, tracing the lines of his shamanic tattoos. ‘An’ maybe she doesn’t either, maybe she just finds it, I dunno, a bit scary or somethin’? Anyway, listen, we can talk about that later, right now we’ve got some important research to do.’
He rolls Dennis onto his back; leans over and kisses his nipples, nibbling and teasing until they’re standing stiff and proud and Dennis is making funny little noises again. Then he takes his time over kissing his way all down the middle of Dennis’s stomach, in the direction his arrow-shaped blue markings are pointing, into his very clean groin, and then up his shaft…
Dennis groans.
‘You OK there?’
‘I’m fine. Please, don’t stop, please…’
Naboo grins, and puts his head down again, planting tiny kisses on the soft folds of Dennis’s foreskin, drawing it back little by little until the shiny purple head is revealed in all its glory.
He swipes his tongue across the smooth surface, tasting salt and sex and Dennis, and it’s all very strange but very good… and Dennis doesn’t need to know that Naboo has never gone further than this before…
It’s a tight fit and it’s straining his jaw, but it’s all in there, or at least quite enough of it to be going on with. Naboo puts a hand round it so he can’t take it in too far, and choke. He doesn’t want to give Dennis any excuse to stop: that hot, hard flesh against his tongue is one of the most arousing things he’s ever felt.
To judge by the sounds Dennis is making, it’s quite mutual.
Naboo moves his head slowly, up and down, and licks at the ridges and folds of Dennis’s cockhead; he cups the other man’s balls with his free hand, feeling them drawing up and tightening in response.
‘Oh.’ Dennis arches his back. ‘Oh, that is… I never imagined… But you’d better stop, I’m going to -’
Naboo lifts his head briefly, just long enough to make sure his jaw’s still working and say ‘I know, an’ I don’t mind, I want you to.’
Dennis shudders and gasps as Naboo returns to his research. ‘You want me to… Oh. Oh…’
Well, they do say be careful what you wish for. One more lick, and Naboo’s mouth is flooded with thick, sweet, earthy-tasting come. It takes him by surprise, and he’s swallowed the first lot without giving it a second thought; he rolls the second mouthful around his tongue, deciding that he rather likes the taste, before swallowing that too and carefully sliding Dennis’s softening prick out of his mouth.
The big man is sobbing quietly. Naboo crawls up beside him, and holds him tight. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘She - she made me feel dirty for asking,’ Dennis chokes. ‘She said it was disgusting - that I was disgusting…’
‘She’s wrong there. Both times.’
‘But doesn’t it taste -’
‘No, it doesn’t, it just tastes of… well, you. Like this.’ Naboo kisses him, very gently. Dennis resists at first, then gives in and opens his mouth, and they kiss until it all tastes the same, and Dennis’s tears have ceased.
Naboo lies back on Dennis’s shoulder and lets Dennis stroke his hair in a soothing rhythm. A shaman could fall asleep like this…
‘Naboo?’
‘Mmm?’
‘What do you taste of?’
Unexpected, this is. Naboo props himself on an elbow and grins. ‘You really wanna know? Here.’
He runs a finger through the wetness in his groin, and brings his hand up to Dennis’s lips.
Dennis licks cautiously, then opens his mouth and takes Naboo’s finger in, caressing it with his tongue, sucking at it as though it were a cock, not just a finger.
So that’s what it feels like… Naboo moans and rocks his hips, and Dennis slides the finger out and kisses Naboo’s mouth, tasting of both of them.
Then he’s kissing Naboo’s throat, and his collarbone, and his aching nipples, and his navel, and right down over his un-male mound and between his thighs, Naboo unfurling like a flower in sunshine, opening and softening as Dennis licks and strokes and looks.
‘Could we…?’ Dennis asks softly. ‘I don’t want to hurt you, but I’d really like…’
The D-Man certainly has stamina. His wife doesn’t know what a lucky woman she is. Or perhaps she reckons you can have too much of a good thing…
Naboo, on the other hand, will take as much of a good thing as he can get.
‘I’d like, too. If you can get three fingers in then yeah, it’ll be fine.’
A wet fingertip pushes cautiously inside him, and Naboo has to concentrate very hard on thoughts of Tony Harrison in order not to come right then and there.
The second finger finds his major sweet spot, making him gasp and wriggle.
‘Does that hurt?’
‘Do I look like that hurts?’
Dennis stills his movements and looks Naboo very solemnly in the face. ‘No, actually, you don’t. You look like… as though that was very nice indeed and you wish me to continue.’
‘Spot-on, it was an’ I do. Please…’
By the time Dennis has worked a third finger in beside the other two, Naboo is dripping wet and open and so turned on he can hardly stay still.
‘Are you…?’ Dennis leans over and kisses him.
‘Ready for you? You bet. Here, stick a pillow under my arse, it’ll make it easier for you.’
‘Do we require, um, lubrication?’
‘Have you felt what’s goin’ on down there? If I get any more lubricated I’ll float away.’
Dennis smiles, slicks himself with his wet hand, then kneels between Naboo’s parted legs and works his cock carefully inside.
It’s a tight fit, but it does fit, and as they start to move together Naboo realises that something has changed. Dennis is no longer clumsy with need but confident, relaxed, in control. The D-Man doing what the D-Man does best: giving.
He kisses him and their eyes meet; Dennis is looking right into Naboo’s soul.
The milky-blue of Dennis’s eyes clears and darkens, and suddenly Naboo is looking right into Dennis too.
Oh, and he is loving this, just loving it. Being able to give Naboo such a good time and at the same time just enjoy himself. This is what he wants for him and his Methuselah. And now he has hope that it might somehow be possible. A fragile, trembling hope…
Naboo has to close his eyes, or he’ll start crying again.
‘It’s all right. I just wanted you to see…’ Dennis strokes Naboo and soothes him, then starts thrusting into him in a slow rhythm, touching all three of his sweet spots in turn as that big hard full-male prick slides smoothly in and out.
He takes Naboo right to the edge, to the point where the pleasure becomes almost painful in its intensity and Naboo is whimpering helplessly.
Then he leans down, his moustache brushing Naboo’s ear, and whispers, ‘Come for me.’
With a sharp cry, Naboo lets go, his climax surging through him and washing away years and years of pent-up frustration in a flood of come and sweat and tears. He’s adrift, and would be lost if Dennis’s big hands weren’t holding him; he clings to the other man for dear life until it’s over and he’s washed up and sobbing and weak, but so very, very happy…
‘You were right,’ Dennis says, as he cleans Naboo up with the remainder of the box of tissues. ‘It does make one afraid, letting someone else see one’s innermost thoughts. It requires a high degree of trust, and that’s not easy.’
‘’S good though, yeah?’ Naboo smiles at him.
‘Yes. Yes, it was. But then I’ve known you for a long time.’ Dennis sighs. ‘Whereas my wife…’
‘If it can be like that with me, it can be like that with her too.’
‘I hope it can, but I can’t see how.’ Dennis shakes his head.
‘Don’t give up on that hope. There has to be a way.’ Naboo yawns, and stretches out under the covers. ‘I need to sleep on it, but I’m sure I can come up with something. We can talk it through in the morning.’
‘Naboo, I -’
‘Still think we’re a bit rubbish?’
Dennis laughs, and hugs him. ‘So what if we are, we had a good time, didn’t we?’
‘We certainly did, Big D,’ Naboo murmurs, snuggling closer.
‘And I’m not giving up hope.’ Dennis reaches up to click the light off. ‘It’s still Christmas. And we’ve still got the magic.’