Prompt #3 Spencer/Bob, drumsticksficsorealAugust 15 2007, 15:41:14 UTC
Spencer’s hands fisted in the rumpled sheets. He gasped when Bob twisted his fingers again. “Mmmmm,” Bob hummed appreciatively. The older man thrust in deep and Spencer’s back arched, pushing his ass into the air shamelessly. A soft kiss pressed to the small of his back. Bob said, “Your ass is always so tight. Sometimes, I think this is my favorite part of fucking you. My fingers inside…,” he trailed off and pulled his hand back until only the tips of his fingers were breaching the boy splayed out in front of him, “You just take it so prettily. Begging for me, for more.”
“Please, please…please.” Spencer tried to rock back, tried to get Bob to finger him deeper. “Bob…”
Bob pet his hip with his free hand. So falsely sympathetic. “Shhh, I know. I know and I’ll give you what you want. Just hold on a little longer.” Spencer shivered when he felt a third finger nudge at his entrance. He held his breath as Bob eased back inside and the extra thickness made his hips jerk franticly. Bob laughed, low and dirty. Bastard. “Yeah…that’s it.” He pushed in until he couldn’t go any further. Spencer twitched and moaned softly. Bob said, voice rough, “I wonder what else you’d let me put in there? What would you take for me, Spencer?”
“Oh, God. Bob…” Spencer could feel the heat coming off of Bob and it felt like flames licking over his delicate skin.
Bob ignored his pleas, his writhing. “What would you take?” He punctuated his question with a quick thrust of his fingers. “You’re so greedy, Spencer. I bet you used to stick things up there all the time. I bet you still do when I’m not here. It makes you feel good.”
“No, no,” Spencer shook his head, sweaty hair falling into his eyes. He didn’t, he didn’t.
Bob kept talking. “I can just see you, young and wanting something, anything.” He leaned up over Spencer’s back, peppering kisses along his spine until he reached his ear. Spencer shivered when Bob caught his ear between his teeth briefly before saying, “Did you use your drumsticks? Did you slick them up and slide them inside slowly?” Bob thrust against Spencer’s hip. His cock leaving a sticky trail behind.
Spencer panted, shaking his head in denial. “I didn’t…no…” He’d thought about it.
He felt Bob grin against his face. “You thought about it. Do you want me to do that for you, Spencer? Want me to fuck you with my drumsticks like I fuck you with my dick?” Spencer gasped, ass clenching around Bob’s fingers. Bob pressed hard against his prostate and Spencer yelped. Bob laughed again, clearly enjoying driving Spencer out of his mind. Spencer couldn’t stop the steady stream of pleas and whimpers falling from his lips when Bob began to finger fuck him in earnest. Big body draped over him, to keep him from squirming away, making him stay on his stomach and take it like a good boy. Spencer gave one last strangled cry before tensing hard and spilling onto the bed sheets. Bob kissed his temple softly, removing his fingers gently.
When Spencer could speak again, he said, “I’m not letting you fuck me with your drumsticks.”
Bob smiled at him, blue eyes shining, “What if I got some made just for you? No splinters.”
Spencer thought about it. “Would you drum with them?”
Re: Prompt #3 Spencer/Bob, drumsticksjesikalovesyouAugust 15 2007, 16:41:08 UTC
oh my god. i loved this so hard. ugh. i was praying that someone would do this prompt and then you did and did it extremely well. it was hot. sosososo hot. props and cookies and hugs go to you because you deserve them. -chizabella
Re: Prompt #3 Spencer/Bob, drumsticksficsorealAugust 16 2007, 11:54:28 UTC
I imagine like someone in the band randomly picking them up one day and Bob being all like...."Ummmmm, seriously, you have no idea where those drumsticks have been." :)
“Please, please…please.” Spencer tried to rock back, tried to get Bob to finger him deeper. “Bob…”
Bob pet his hip with his free hand. So falsely sympathetic. “Shhh, I know. I know and I’ll give you what you want. Just hold on a little longer.” Spencer shivered when he felt a third finger nudge at his entrance. He held his breath as Bob eased back inside and the extra thickness made his hips jerk franticly. Bob laughed, low and dirty. Bastard. “Yeah…that’s it.” He pushed in until he couldn’t go any further. Spencer twitched and moaned softly. Bob said, voice rough, “I wonder what else you’d let me put in there? What would you take for me, Spencer?”
“Oh, God. Bob…” Spencer could feel the heat coming off of Bob and it felt like flames licking over his delicate skin.
Bob ignored his pleas, his writhing. “What would you take?” He punctuated his question with a quick thrust of his fingers. “You’re so greedy, Spencer. I bet you used to stick things up there all the time. I bet you still do when I’m not here. It makes you feel good.”
“No, no,” Spencer shook his head, sweaty hair falling into his eyes. He didn’t, he didn’t.
Bob kept talking. “I can just see you, young and wanting something, anything.” He leaned up over Spencer’s back, peppering kisses along his spine until he reached his ear. Spencer shivered when Bob caught his ear between his teeth briefly before saying, “Did you use your drumsticks? Did you slick them up and slide them inside slowly?” Bob thrust against Spencer’s hip. His cock leaving a sticky trail behind.
Spencer panted, shaking his head in denial. “I didn’t…no…” He’d thought about it.
He felt Bob grin against his face. “You thought about it. Do you want me to do that for you, Spencer? Want me to fuck you with my drumsticks like I fuck you with my dick?” Spencer gasped, ass clenching around Bob’s fingers. Bob pressed hard against his prostate and Spencer yelped. Bob laughed again, clearly enjoying driving Spencer out of his mind. Spencer couldn’t stop the steady stream of pleas and whimpers falling from his lips when Bob began to finger fuck him in earnest. Big body draped over him, to keep him from squirming away, making him stay on his stomach and take it like a good boy. Spencer gave one last strangled cry before tensing hard and spilling onto the bed sheets. Bob kissed his temple softly, removing his fingers gently.
When Spencer could speak again, he said, “I’m not letting you fuck me with your drumsticks.”
Bob smiled at him, blue eyes shining, “What if I got some made just for you? No splinters.”
Spencer thought about it. “Would you drum with them?”
Bob’s eyes flashed hot. “Maybe.”
Spencer said, “Order them. I’ll think about it.”
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ugh. i was praying that someone would do this prompt and then you did and did it extremely well.
it was hot. sosososo hot.
props and cookies and hugs go to you because you deserve them.
-chizabella
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And Bob drumming with them afterwards? Kind of hilarious, kind of randomly hot. Good on ya!
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