Natural High
Title: Natural High
Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Genre: One-shot LoveFest AU/AU.
Disclaimer: We know the drill.
Story summary: Two friends try something different.
Warning: Drug abuse & watersport, very mild violence. If you don't like these kind of things, then don't read it please.
A/N: Endless thanks to lolitaray not only for encouraging me to write this but also for her patient beta-work!
'So you wanna try something different, huh?'
I grin shyly. He glances down at the ring on my finger and grins even wider. His index finger wanders to the remaining lines of powder on the counter, dips in and puts the digit into my mouth, rubbing it onto my teeth and the ridge of my gum.
Suddenly, it dawns on me that tonight things will happen. Things I always wanted and things I never, ever thought about.
The noise of the party downstairs fades into the sound of his hungry eyes.
I moan, give in and suck his finger wildly. The hazy look on his face encourages me. I grab his wrist, guide him in and out, in and out, over and over again. It seems like he stopped breathing as he leans into my body. His nail scratches violently over my palate, there's no pain, just my blood which tastes like pure vitality.
It was a dark, cold night after a party just like this here, when I told him, what I want him to do to me. I was trying to hide how the long way home made me sober again. I wanted to hear it and he said it, admitted his curiosity, it was just that we didn't have the courage or the devices to overcome our fear. I thought it would never happen when I saw him turning the key to his house, to his wife and his son and waving me goodbye so nonchalantly, like we never talked about the darkest of our fantasies.
But now, half a year later his other hand wanders to my groin and unwraps my enormous erection. I look down as his finger pops out of my wet mouth, and little drops of saliva gather on my chin, I look down and what I see scares me. I've never been this hard.
I try to take a hold on the tiles behind me, the coolness feels beautiful on my fingertips. So different to this warm soft body. This bathroom will never be the same again, to me.
He slowly takes off his clothes and for the first time in my life I can see beauty in a male body. So confident and free. Every bit of fear that could creep up my spine now gets choked by the angelic figure in front of me. He leans in to press his lips on mine and before I can do anything in return he pulls my jeans down, and reaches around me to insert his finger into my ass.
'Uhhhgmm' comes out of my mouth before I can think about it. I know I should fight it...just that I can't. Giving in and letting him take control makes for the sweetest ache I ever felt. Maybe it's the drug, maybe it's him, maybe it's the combination of both that make me feel so strong. I can do anything tonight. I can let him do me.
So, I turn around, wait for him to do the rest. His finger lingers a little longer in me, twisting and stretching, it hardly hurts but makes me thrust into the cool wall of tiles I feel pressed against now.
His hands pull me away from the wall, make me bent down. I feel him part my cheeks, then I hear him spit. His saliva dribbles down my crack while his finger takes the last line of white dust from the counter and then he goes in again, spreads the wet with the dry in myself. I wonder if the mucous membrane there can absorb the coke better than my nose or mouth, because my ass goes a little numb. Wicked little fucker.
The substance is stimulating my brain and numbing my ass. I'm confused with what I really feel, what I expect to feel, what I want to feel. It's all the same when he aims his own hot dick at my hole and goes in. Slow but sure.
I clench my teeth. Breathe through them. Never felt anything like this.
'Good boy' he says, perfectly calm but his trembling knees tell me how he must really feel. Like me.
He grabs my face and makes it match up with the rest of my body, pressed against the wall. Like a trapped animal I breathe but don't struggle for freedom. The fast and even thrusts make me utter the strangest sounds, I don't know if it's because it's too good or that bad. All I know is that pain usually doesn't feel this way. Steady and faster he's thrusting up to meet me, more like he wants to invade my entire body than just my ass.
I see my hot breath condensate on the green tile as it happens, as he bites my shoulder with a desperate noise deep in his throat and empties a fine amount of protein into me.
Before I even realize he leaves me and instead of 'what have I done?' I think 'what about me?'
I must have said it out loud cause he's pushing me gently into the tub next to us. He's standing there, watching me with thankful and knowing eyes as I begin to stroke myself.
'Wait', he whispers. 'I can't yet. Wait.'
Oh, his dick must feel as numb as my ass. I wonder how he came at all.
I can't obey him, I keep on stoking but manage to go a little slower, it's somewhat silly to lay here in the tub, without any water and him standing beside me. But I know he remembers what I told him once...and so he puts his hand on his still half-hard dick. 'I want you to fuck me and then I want you to piss on me' is what I said long ago and it's echoing through my head now, so I say it out loud: 'Do it. Come on, piss on me.'
My heart speeds up, just as my hand on my own dick does. I can't believe it's happening, but here he goes, aiming at my belly. First it's just drops, then they form to a strong stream. He simply stands there, peeing on me with an oh-so-sexy smirk on his face like it was the most normal thing in the world.
It's so warm on my skin, the sound and the smell just like in my dreams, just him, it's like an endless cascade of his essential self. Before thirty seconds can go by hot spurts of sperm mingle with his piss on my belly, I buck and writhe as my very own endorphins meet the alkaloid I took twenty minutes ago in my veins. It feels like flying or rather like being pushed out of an airplane, like never ending falling, I've never been this awake.
My friend shakes off the last drops and now I wonder what they would taste like. Great. He bends over for the faucet and turns on the water and before I can open my mouth -to give in to my greed for more or to speak, I don't know- he turns around to put his clothes back on. Standing at the door, about to return to his wife, his son and his house, he's waving goodbye at me so nonchalantly like we never did anything.
Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Genre: One-shot LoveFest AU/AU.
Disclaimer: We know the drill.
Story summary: Two friends try something different.
Warning: Drug abuse & watersport, very mild violence. If you don't like these kind of things, then don't read it please.
A/N: Endless thanks to lolitaray not only for encouraging me to write this but also for her patient beta-work!
'So you wanna try something different, huh?'
I grin shyly. He glances down at the ring on my finger and grins even wider. His index finger wanders to the remaining lines of powder on the counter, dips in and puts the digit into my mouth, rubbing it onto my teeth and the ridge of my gum.
Suddenly, it dawns on me that tonight things will happen. Things I always wanted and things I never, ever thought about.
The noise of the party downstairs fades into the sound of his hungry eyes.
I moan, give in and suck his finger wildly. The hazy look on his face encourages me. I grab his wrist, guide him in and out, in and out, over and over again. It seems like he stopped breathing as he leans into my body. His nail scratches violently over my palate, there's no pain, just my blood which tastes like pure vitality.
It was a dark, cold night after a party just like this here, when I told him, what I want him to do to me. I was trying to hide how the long way home made me sober again. I wanted to hear it and he said it, admitted his curiosity, it was just that we didn't have the courage or the devices to overcome our fear. I thought it would never happen when I saw him turning the key to his house, to his wife and his son and waving me goodbye so nonchalantly, like we never talked about the darkest of our fantasies.
But now, half a year later his other hand wanders to my groin and unwraps my enormous erection. I look down as his finger pops out of my wet mouth, and little drops of saliva gather on my chin, I look down and what I see scares me. I've never been this hard.
I try to take a hold on the tiles behind me, the coolness feels beautiful on my fingertips. So different to this warm soft body. This bathroom will never be the same again, to me.
He slowly takes off his clothes and for the first time in my life I can see beauty in a male body. So confident and free. Every bit of fear that could creep up my spine now gets choked by the angelic figure in front of me. He leans in to press his lips on mine and before I can do anything in return he pulls my jeans down, and reaches around me to insert his finger into my ass.
'Uhhhgmm' comes out of my mouth before I can think about it. I know I should fight it...just that I can't. Giving in and letting him take control makes for the sweetest ache I ever felt. Maybe it's the drug, maybe it's him, maybe it's the combination of both that make me feel so strong. I can do anything tonight. I can let him do me.
So, I turn around, wait for him to do the rest. His finger lingers a little longer in me, twisting and stretching, it hardly hurts but makes me thrust into the cool wall of tiles I feel pressed against now.
His hands pull me away from the wall, make me bent down. I feel him part my cheeks, then I hear him spit. His saliva dribbles down my crack while his finger takes the last line of white dust from the counter and then he goes in again, spreads the wet with the dry in myself. I wonder if the mucous membrane there can absorb the coke better than my nose or mouth, because my ass goes a little numb. Wicked little fucker.
The substance is stimulating my brain and numbing my ass. I'm confused with what I really feel, what I expect to feel, what I want to feel. It's all the same when he aims his own hot dick at my hole and goes in. Slow but sure.
I clench my teeth. Breathe through them. Never felt anything like this.
'Good boy' he says, perfectly calm but his trembling knees tell me how he must really feel. Like me.
He grabs my face and makes it match up with the rest of my body, pressed against the wall. Like a trapped animal I breathe but don't struggle for freedom. The fast and even thrusts make me utter the strangest sounds, I don't know if it's because it's too good or that bad. All I know is that pain usually doesn't feel this way. Steady and faster he's thrusting up to meet me, more like he wants to invade my entire body than just my ass.
I see my hot breath condensate on the green tile as it happens, as he bites my shoulder with a desperate noise deep in his throat and empties a fine amount of protein into me.
Before I even realize he leaves me and instead of 'what have I done?' I think 'what about me?'
I must have said it out loud cause he's pushing me gently into the tub next to us. He's standing there, watching me with thankful and knowing eyes as I begin to stroke myself.
'Wait', he whispers. 'I can't yet. Wait.'
Oh, his dick must feel as numb as my ass. I wonder how he came at all.
I can't obey him, I keep on stoking but manage to go a little slower, it's somewhat silly to lay here in the tub, without any water and him standing beside me. But I know he remembers what I told him once...and so he puts his hand on his still half-hard dick. 'I want you to fuck me and then I want you to piss on me' is what I said long ago and it's echoing through my head now, so I say it out loud: 'Do it. Come on, piss on me.'
My heart speeds up, just as my hand on my own dick does. I can't believe it's happening, but here he goes, aiming at my belly. First it's just drops, then they form to a strong stream. He simply stands there, peeing on me with an oh-so-sexy smirk on his face like it was the most normal thing in the world.
It's so warm on my skin, the sound and the smell just like in my dreams, just him, it's like an endless cascade of his essential self. Before thirty seconds can go by hot spurts of sperm mingle with his piss on my belly, I buck and writhe as my very own endorphins meet the alkaloid I took twenty minutes ago in my veins. It feels like flying or rather like being pushed out of an airplane, like never ending falling, I've never been this awake.
My friend shakes off the last drops and now I wonder what they would taste like. Great. He bends over for the faucet and turns on the water and before I can open my mouth -to give in to my greed for more or to speak, I don't know- he turns around to put his clothes back on. Standing at the door, about to return to his wife, his son and his house, he's waving goodbye at me so nonchalantly like we never did anything.