The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest

Jan 26, 2008 17:43

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Fiction - Part 4 anonymous January 29 2008, 21:32:07 UTC
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"OK, got 'im?"

It wasn't working. Not the mouth-to-mouth, not warming up the muscles, not even the fucking blowjob had made the blindest bit of difference. Gene had paled a little further, his temperature spiking as his body fought to work through the drug. God only knows how long that poison had been in his system. God only knows how long he'd had that fucking erection; if it was longer than four hours, they were all officially fucked.

"Maybe we should wait for the ambulance," Annie had suggested a little hesitantly after Sam had admitted defeat and let Gene's cock go, the slick head emerging from his mouth with an audible 'pop'. "It might be best to get 'im to the hospital."

Sam had glared. "And when are they gonna get here? And then to get him to the hospital, and hooked up to a respirator… the drug's fast-working, it looks like, and it'll likely be mostly out of his system by then. All that'll be left to treat is that," he nodded towards the slick, red erection straining against Gene's stomach, "and they're not gonna do anything useful until it's too late." He'd rubbed his hands up and down Gene's thighs, watching the muscles jump at the contact. Thought. Frowned. "Let go of him for a minute."

They let the body settle back on the bed, all muscles relaxed and languid despite their exertions. Then, "help me roll him on his side."

It took a bit of work. OK, that's a lie; it took a lot of work. Annie scooted up behind Gene, his head in her lap, his arms carefully moved and held out the way of his cracked ribs. Sam stretched out on the bed next to Gene, moving one of Gene's legs out of the way so he could push a hand between his legs, up to the curve of his arse.

"I hope this works," Annie murmured.

Sam gave her a nervous smile. "So do I."

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