Re: Dirt (9/?)
anonymous
February 24 2011, 04:43:11 UTC
Settling forward again, Anders focused his mind on Nate's hands, listening to his soft words of encouragement. He fought hard to control the twitch of his lower body, especially as he felt Nate's fingers massaging somewhere a little more intimate, gently stretching the tight muscles there. Feeling a slick finger made him jump, the result of that being Nate's other hand gripping at his hip.
"Breathe deep, Anders. Nice and slow."
Forcing himself to calm down and listen to his partner, he nodded, though it was difficult to remember to do so at the first press of his finger inside of him. Thankfully, Nate was taking things slow, continuing the motions to help him relax and grow more comfortable rather than assuming he was fine with it immediately. In time, he did find himself rocking back the more accustomed he grew to the thrusts. He found himself gasping as a second finger stretched him further, the sensation almost regressing him to his initial feelings.
He could hear Nate whispering to him above the sound of his own breathing. Gentle, encouraging words that helped bleed some of his tension away. The motions felt good, the ache of it eventually giving way to feelings that were more pleasant, something that surprised him. Still, they weren't as intense as what he'd been doing. Something gentle, instead of getting carried away.
Slowly, he started rocking his body back again, seeing how it felt. Nate's hand moved opposite him, making a bit of friction that teased him some. As he pressed, it felt as if there were something Nate was pushing toward as well.
And then his fingers reached it, tightening Anders' lower body and making him gasp, a moan caught in his throat and coming out a croak. Maker, he forgot how to breathe. A second press had his upper body sagging and a third threw his head back as a deep sound finally pulled its way past his lips. He'd been nearly on edge before and now he felt painfully so. "Nate," he all but keened his name.
The touch eased off, the sparks clearing from his vision, but the ache remained. "Go on, Anders. You know what your body wants."
Bracing himself on an elbow, he brought his free hand up, wrapping it around his length, seeking to ease the tension there. At the same time, though, he could feel the motions of Nate's hand again, adding to the sensation and just shy of teasing him again.
"Don't. I won't...I won't last."
"I know." Nate's voice was near a purr. "I want to help bring you over."
There was a change in his pace, still steady, but not as smooth. Hazarding a look, Anders found out why. Nate had worked himself free of his breeches and was using his off-hand to stroke himself.
"Nate, you--"
A tight smile pulled at his lips. "You're not ready for more." He shook his head. "But you're a damn fine sight, especially calling my name."
Biting his lower lip, Anders flashed Nate a smile of his own. "Then make me." He turned back, letting his head sag as his partner took up the challenge of those words.
Between Nate's attention and his own, it wasn't long before he was crying out again, begging Nate and the Maker for his release. When he fully climaxed, it was the rogue's name on his lips, murmured over and over as he fought to catch his breath. Hearing a groan behind him, he turned, watching the pleasured expression on Nate's face before his body shuddered with its own release. Panting, his eyes opened and found Anders', a smile coming to his lips as he did so.
They should hike back to the lake, he told himself. Clean up. But at the moment, neither cared. Anders crawled back into Nate's arms, as much supporting him as he was getting enveloped in a warm embrace. Their lips met, no hurry to the kisses this time, just warmth. And gratitude.
Re: Dirt (9.5)
anonymous
February 24 2011, 04:43:52 UTC
Neither seemed inclined toward moving, so instead, they stretched out in front of the fire after shifting over just a little. Cuddling back to front, Anders let out a sigh, smiling at the feel of Nate nuzzling at the nape of his neck.
"I hate to admit it, but you were right. This trip has turned into something enjoyable for me after all."
He could feel the smile against his skin. "Mmm, and just think, we still have the rest of the week."
Twisting around, he met Nate's laugh with a kiss. "And am I looking forward to it," he replied with a chuckle. "Especially with you here to guide me."
Re: Dirt (9.5)
anonymous
March 5 2011, 00:33:32 UTC
Wow. Best? That's...thanks *grins like a nit* And we'll have to see about a sequel. I've got other things in the works, but we'll see if something sparks. I just mentioned this to the OP and she's all for it, so we'll have to see.
Re: Dirt (9.5)
anonymous
May 24 2011, 01:18:46 UTC
This was so painfully good. The slow build-up of friendship, uncertainty, and trust had my heart aching. My chest still hurts. If this had ended in rejection instead of yummy, lovely sweetness, I think my heart would have actually shattered. Thank you so much for this beautiful piece. - passing Anon
Re: Dirt (9.5)
anonymous
June 8 2011, 13:18:47 UTC
WriteAnon apologizes for late reply, but gets busy and forgets to check for more comments. Thank you all for the compliments and to the last anon, again, thank you *bows* Your comment made my morning. Also, very rarely do I write pieces without happy endings (Of all I've done, I've only done three) because auth!anon loves them, too!
"Breathe deep, Anders. Nice and slow."
Forcing himself to calm down and listen to his partner, he nodded, though it was difficult to remember to do so at the first press of his finger inside of him. Thankfully, Nate was taking things slow, continuing the motions to help him relax and grow more comfortable rather than assuming he was fine with it immediately. In time, he did find himself rocking back the more accustomed he grew to the thrusts. He found himself gasping as a second finger stretched him further, the sensation almost regressing him to his initial feelings.
He could hear Nate whispering to him above the sound of his own breathing. Gentle, encouraging words that helped bleed some of his tension away. The motions felt good, the ache of it eventually giving way to feelings that were more pleasant, something that surprised him. Still, they weren't as intense as what he'd been doing. Something gentle, instead of getting carried away.
Slowly, he started rocking his body back again, seeing how it felt. Nate's hand moved opposite him, making a bit of friction that teased him some. As he pressed, it felt as if there were something Nate was pushing toward as well.
And then his fingers reached it, tightening Anders' lower body and making him gasp, a moan caught in his throat and coming out a croak. Maker, he forgot how to breathe. A second press had his upper body sagging and a third threw his head back as a deep sound finally pulled its way past his lips. He'd been nearly on edge before and now he felt painfully so. "Nate," he all but keened his name.
The touch eased off, the sparks clearing from his vision, but the ache remained. "Go on, Anders. You know what your body wants."
Bracing himself on an elbow, he brought his free hand up, wrapping it around his length, seeking to ease the tension there. At the same time, though, he could feel the motions of Nate's hand again, adding to the sensation and just shy of teasing him again.
"Don't. I won't...I won't last."
"I know." Nate's voice was near a purr. "I want to help bring you over."
There was a change in his pace, still steady, but not as smooth. Hazarding a look, Anders found out why. Nate had worked himself free of his breeches and was using his off-hand to stroke himself.
"Nate, you--"
A tight smile pulled at his lips. "You're not ready for more." He shook his head. "But you're a damn fine sight, especially calling my name."
Biting his lower lip, Anders flashed Nate a smile of his own. "Then make me." He turned back, letting his head sag as his partner took up the challenge of those words.
Between Nate's attention and his own, it wasn't long before he was crying out again, begging Nate and the Maker for his release. When he fully climaxed, it was the rogue's name on his lips, murmured over and over as he fought to catch his breath. Hearing a groan behind him, he turned, watching the pleasured expression on Nate's face before his body shuddered with its own release. Panting, his eyes opened and found Anders', a smile coming to his lips as he did so.
They should hike back to the lake, he told himself. Clean up. But at the moment, neither cared. Anders crawled back into Nate's arms, as much supporting him as he was getting enveloped in a warm embrace. Their lips met, no hurry to the kisses this time, just warmth. And gratitude.
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"I hate to admit it, but you were right. This trip has turned into something enjoyable for me after all."
He could feel the smile against his skin. "Mmm, and just think, we still have the rest of the week."
Twisting around, he met Nate's laugh with a kiss. "And am I looking forward to it," he replied with a chuckle. "Especially with you here to guide me."
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Writeanon if you're ever interested I would totally love to see a sequel of this--I'll even do a fill for you if it'll entice you to give us more!!
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And if you do decide to write it just drop a note here letting me know what you want filled in return.
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