short NC17 RoF story
Black and White Knight in Battle
By Del.
Fandom: Reign of Fire
Pairing: Quinn and Creedy (slash, Established Relationship)
Rating: NC17
Notes: The fake Star Wars scene just makes me laugh every time I see it. I love it and they deserve a “What happens after the kids are in bed.” Thanks so much willwallaby for betaing again and coming up with those funny ideas! * still giggling *
Of course the boys aren’t mine. I am only playing with them and don’t make any money out of it.
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“…and then the black knight had the white knight in a deathly grip, pinned him to the floor on his back and stabbed his iron-hard sword right into his body.” Quinn’s deep, theatrical voice pealed through the room where they normally performed for the kids. Except the kids had long since gone to bed and the room was empty.
It was a good thing they did not have such an impressionable audience. This was a pitched battle best fought without a cheering crowd.
“GOD! Quinn!” Creedy panted heavily in his rolled-up position, pressing his palms against Quinn’s arse cheeks to get the so-called “iron-hard sword” even deeper into his own battered body.
“If…oy…being killed…urgh… by the black knight…whoof…is such a…” Creedy rolled back some to lift his hips higher to give Quinn an even better access to his sore arse, “pl…pleasure, I’ll die a happy MAN!” he howled when Quinn jabbed his sweet spot with a new thrust.
He was eye-to-eye with his “conquering black knight” on top of him. Sweat soaked their distorted faces and was running from both of their noses and temples. Reluctantly he let go of the pumping muscular buns and pulled Quinn’s face down for a desperate kiss.
They swallowed each other’s grunts and moans, the frantic battle of utter male strength uninterrupted and unabated.
Quinn grabbed Creedy’s curls with one hand in a not-so gentle way to tilt the head back in submission, while the other took control of his partner’s heated cock. Within a few seconds the brunt of the battle was over. Both “knights” proudly pronounced their triumphs by giving each other the pent-up release from the tension of after yet another day’s hard work and staying alive with the dragons around.
“Damn!” Quinn scratched his teeth over Creedy’s beard. “That was good.”
“Yeah.” Creedy uncurled himself with a groan, not moving from the old worn carpet. He pulled Quinn on top of him again, caressing the smooth damp skin on his lover’s back, lost in thought.
They stared at each other for a long while, no words were needed, only mischievous grins.
“You know,” Creedy murmured. “Tomorrow is my turn to conquer the black knight, what do you think?”
“Hmm,” Quinn had already started to move his mouth over the still flawless skin of his partner, nuzzling his nose in the damp patch of curly hair on the chest and around his nipples. Even after fifteen years, his desire for Creedy had not relented and they were still as attracted to each other as they day they first met.
All of a sudden Quinn looked up, asking out of the blue, “Did I ever tell you that your Scottish accent really turns me on?”
Creedy burst into a guffaw. He flipped them over, with Quinn on his back now.
“No.” He bit his lover’s neck hard. “And you make me deliriously horny with your black knight’s low-pitched, virile voice.”
They burst out into laughter together.
Quinn flipped them back over so he was on top again. With an impish smile, he turned around and got on his hands and knees.
“The black knight will surrender to the white knight if he conquers him right now.” He leered suggestively over his shoulder and wriggled his arse. “But I doubt that he has the strength to hoist his iron-hard sword…”
Fin
By Del.
Fandom: Reign of Fire
Pairing: Quinn and Creedy (slash, Established Relationship)
Rating: NC17
Notes: The fake Star Wars scene just makes me laugh every time I see it. I love it and they deserve a “What happens after the kids are in bed.” Thanks so much willwallaby for betaing again and coming up with those funny ideas! * still giggling *
Of course the boys aren’t mine. I am only playing with them and don’t make any money out of it.
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“…and then the black knight had the white knight in a deathly grip, pinned him to the floor on his back and stabbed his iron-hard sword right into his body.” Quinn’s deep, theatrical voice pealed through the room where they normally performed for the kids. Except the kids had long since gone to bed and the room was empty.
It was a good thing they did not have such an impressionable audience. This was a pitched battle best fought without a cheering crowd.
“GOD! Quinn!” Creedy panted heavily in his rolled-up position, pressing his palms against Quinn’s arse cheeks to get the so-called “iron-hard sword” even deeper into his own battered body.
“If…oy…being killed…urgh… by the black knight…whoof…is such a…” Creedy rolled back some to lift his hips higher to give Quinn an even better access to his sore arse, “pl…pleasure, I’ll die a happy MAN!” he howled when Quinn jabbed his sweet spot with a new thrust.
He was eye-to-eye with his “conquering black knight” on top of him. Sweat soaked their distorted faces and was running from both of their noses and temples. Reluctantly he let go of the pumping muscular buns and pulled Quinn’s face down for a desperate kiss.
They swallowed each other’s grunts and moans, the frantic battle of utter male strength uninterrupted and unabated.
Quinn grabbed Creedy’s curls with one hand in a not-so gentle way to tilt the head back in submission, while the other took control of his partner’s heated cock. Within a few seconds the brunt of the battle was over. Both “knights” proudly pronounced their triumphs by giving each other the pent-up release from the tension of after yet another day’s hard work and staying alive with the dragons around.
“Damn!” Quinn scratched his teeth over Creedy’s beard. “That was good.”
“Yeah.” Creedy uncurled himself with a groan, not moving from the old worn carpet. He pulled Quinn on top of him again, caressing the smooth damp skin on his lover’s back, lost in thought.
They stared at each other for a long while, no words were needed, only mischievous grins.
“You know,” Creedy murmured. “Tomorrow is my turn to conquer the black knight, what do you think?”
“Hmm,” Quinn had already started to move his mouth over the still flawless skin of his partner, nuzzling his nose in the damp patch of curly hair on the chest and around his nipples. Even after fifteen years, his desire for Creedy had not relented and they were still as attracted to each other as they day they first met.
All of a sudden Quinn looked up, asking out of the blue, “Did I ever tell you that your Scottish accent really turns me on?”
Creedy burst into a guffaw. He flipped them over, with Quinn on his back now.
“No.” He bit his lover’s neck hard. “And you make me deliriously horny with your black knight’s low-pitched, virile voice.”
They burst out into laughter together.
Quinn flipped them back over so he was on top again. With an impish smile, he turned around and got on his hands and knees.
“The black knight will surrender to the white knight if he conquers him right now.” He leered suggestively over his shoulder and wriggled his arse. “But I doubt that he has the strength to hoist his iron-hard sword…”
Fin