The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest
Please Note: I've declared the Pornfest over (as I can't be bothered to keep the prompt list up-to-date!) So any new prompts posted will be deleted. However, I do encourage you to post any anon fic in response to the existing prompts and comment on the lovely responses that we've already got
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Just a little further, Sam thought, dizzy. Gene's smell was in his nostrils, now, thick and hot and musky; genuinely aroused, rather than just the drug. It was all Sam could breathe, surrounding him completely as he worked the wet head of Gene's cock in and out of his mouth, pulling it out to rub wetly against his stubble and sucking it back in to work tongue and lips and teeth around the swollen, throbbing head. Just a little further, he thought, like it had become a mantra, like he couldn't fucking stop. The hand between Gene's legs worked furiously, two fingers inside Gene, now, his hole worked wide open so they could go all the way in, the fingertips searching and finding - almost by accident - that tiny bundle of nerves.
It didn't take long after that, not at all. Just a lazy circle or two over that nub, again and again, and Gene was arching and clenching in and around Sam, his arse clamping down and his cock thickening against Sam's tongue. I should move away, now, Sam thought, and then realised that he'd managed to trap himself against Gene's body. Thick, viscous liquid filled his mouth as he tried to move back, too fast for him to swallow, spilling across his lips and down his chin. There was so much of it, God!, slick and salty and bitter, like oysters on the way down. He swallowed what he could and let the rest drip down his chin, still working his tongue around the pulsing head of Gene's cock, trying to coax the very last of it out until finally - finally - there was nothing left.
Almost regretfully, he let go.
"Sam, God," Annie said in a hushed, awed whisper.
Still coughing a little, Sam pulled himself loose from the embrace of Gene's body and set himself to rights. Fuck. He turned back, his gaze moving up from the welcome, reassuring sight of Gene's spent cock, lying limp and quiescent against his thigh, towards Annie's face.
He made it halfway before he was stopped. Cushioned and cosseted by Annie's arms, her hands smoothing away the sweaty strands of hair from his face, Gene looked back.
Gene's eyes were bloodshot and bruised, and he was exhausted and ill and drugged, but there was no mistaking the hard expression in that green gaze for anything other than consciousness. Gene's lips moved soundlessly. Knowing what was coming, and helplessly needing to know just the same, Sam leaned in.
"… thank you …"
Gene's eyes rolled up in his head at the exertion and he sighed heavily, slipping gently into welcome sleep.
Sam sat back. Stopped. And gently, carefully, reached out a hand and touched his fingers to Gene's neck, to listen to the precious sound of his heart beating normally.
Outside, the wail of an ambulance siren could be heard.
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OK, well, that's possibly the most explicit thing I've ever written in my entire life...
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Thank you!
And a question: the danger to his penis was rupturing blood vessels from the sustained erection? Just curious, but that's what it read like and I do not know medical stuff that well.
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I'd love to see Gene's fantasies after this. hee!
Oh, I had thought about the fall-out from it all. *eeeeevil smile* But I don't actually write LoM fic, no! Certainly not anything that might grow tentacles and spiral out of control! *flail*
And a question: the danger to his penis was rupturing blood vessels from the sustained erection? Just curious, but that's what it read like and I do not know medical stuff that well.
Yeah, that was what I was going for. That is - I didn't have the criminals inject Gene with an aphrodisiac, specifically, but with a cardio drug, as they have much the same effect on men (hence Viagra being initially developed as heart medication). Take too much, and there is a real chance of very slow, very painful death through a variety of causes, culminating in a heart-attack and various ruptured blood vessels (as the heart would be pumping blood at a much-increased rate, and they likely wouldn't be able to take the strain). The sustained erection would be almost a side-effect of that - and while Gene's body had obviously coped with the drug well enough to prevent his heart from stopping, bringing down his erection wouldn't happen on its own if it had been sustained for any great length of time. (Over four hours = priapism, and requires medical attention.) One sure-fire cure is to have a doctor remove some of the blood from the penis; I figured that would be less fun for Gene! *g* I'm not sure if manual stimulation of the prostate would work for every case of priapism - I suspect not - but in this instance, it was successful, and Gene will live to have sex another day. *pets him*
I expect him to be properly grateful to both Sam and Annie for that. :)
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Any chance of convincing you to write it? ;)
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I'll see what I can do - no promises, mind. *has porn!writing!stress*
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