[FIC] Blow + something extra
Okay, two fics over here. One of them's a Mark/Evan smut fic, the second's a really short Owen/Axel drabble. Figured I'd post them, put a little life into the comm.
Title: Blow
Characters: Mirror Master II (Evan McCulloch), Weather Wizard (Mark Mardon)
Warnings: NC-17; pornfic. Don't read if you don't like dicks. (I obviously do.)
Summary: McCulloch finds himself in need of money. Mark is willing to help out; for a price.
Evan slumped against the wall behind him as Mark straddled his chest, lifting himself up so that his crotch was directly in front of the Scot's face. Evan kept his arms at his side, pushing against the bed for leverage, but also not eager to begin the deed which would soon be happening. Mark simply laughed at the stoic look on Evan's face, pulling his dick out of his pants unceremoniously and giving it a few strokes. Some foreplay this was. Although Evan supposed it was best if this sort of thing was kept glib. Sucking your team mate's cock for cash to buy blow with wasn't exactly the most romantic scenario. Len had caught him doing coke again, and after attempting to beat him straight docked his cut by 99% for four weeks. By the the end of the first week, Evan had already completely used up his spare reserves, and he was getting straight-up desperate.
So Evan simply opened his mouth when Mark stuck his dick in front of his lips, and he let the tip slide past. His tongue felt around the slit as he grudgingly lifted one of his arms up to take hold of the base of Mark's cock. Mardon gave a positive grunt as he pushed in a little further, ushering McCulloch to open his mouth a little wider. Evan let out a choked noise as he felt the tip tickle his tonsils, and he tried to pull his head back only to find that he was already completely pinned against the wall. He didn't expect Mark to pull back without proper coercion, so Evan worked his tongue around more on the underside of his dick and cupped his hand around the base where his mouth couldn't reach. Mark groaned in approval and braced himself against the wall, leaning on his elbows.
"That's it..." he breathed lowly. Evan would almost compare the tone of his voice to a purr. He shuddered inwardly at the thought, trying to fight off his own desire to purr as he sucked off his team mate. He didn't like how Mark's growling moans made him feel, or how much his mouth was watering wrapped around his cock. And he certainly didn't like the painfully obvious tent that he was currently pitching in his pants.
Mark laughed then, as if he could read Evan's mind, and glanced back slightly, bringing his gaze back down to him momentarily and smirking. "Want to take care of that, McCulloch?"
Evan glared at him. Fuck him. He couldn't even see it from that angle. Could he? Fuck. The bastard was just being cocky now. However, Evan was getting really horny, and felt that trying to keep up his pride, from his current position, would just be pathetic. He started fumbling with his pants zipper with his free hand, groaning slightly when he finally pulled his boner out. Mark grinned at the sensation of his mouth humming against his cock.
As Evan began stroking his own cock, Mardon started slowly swaying his hips back and forth. It wasn't a huge motion, for the time being, but Evan made a muffled sound of protest every time the tip of Mark's cock brushed again the back of his throat.
"Stop whining," Mark breathed quickly, punctuating the sentence with a rougher buck of his hips. Evan's head hit the wall painfully, and he briefly wondered how much trouble he would be in should he decide to bite down right now.
Evan fought the urge to do anything appalling and tried to just concentrate on his own pleasure and the thought of being able to score some blow after this. He pumped his erection quickly, precum aiding the ease of each movement. His breath quickening, he almost thought that he would be able to get through this, or at least he did before he felt the familiar sensation of warm blood beginning to trickle from his left nostril.
Bloody fucking hell. Of all the fucking times and places, right fucking here and right fucking now. Since Mark hadn't seemed to notice yet, Evan tried to utter a long string of curses around the cock in his mouth.
Mark sighed with his forehead resting against the wall and said, "I have no idea what you just tried to said, but you have got to stop saying 'fuck;' you keep biting down when you do." He looked down. "Oh." More muffled swears and Mark cringed slightly. "Shit, McCulloch, what did I just say?"
Evan expected Mark to pull out in disgust, but after only a brief lapse of thought, he suddenly smirked. "What, are you 'tired'?" He rocked his hips forward, pushing himself deep, and Evan's grunt of protest turned into a weak gag. "I expect to get my money's worth." McCulloch's hand slipped from from Mark's cock as it plunged deep into his mouth, and his other hand retreated in surprise from rubbing his own dick.
Mardon started thrusting despite Evan's attempted protests, and the Scot found himself merely sitting there, allowing Mark to fuck his mouth. He could taste the bitter, coppery liquid that was dripping from his nose into his mouth, and his head kept banging unforgivably against the wall.
To his frustration, a whine escaped Evan's throat. This made Mark stop for a second, but to McCulloch's dismay instead of pulling out he simply reached down to cradle the back of Evan's head in his hands. Mark hushed him and started his pace up again, his hands now keeping Evan's head from hitting the wall.
Well that was good for fuck all considering he still had a fucking blood-soaked prick jammed down his throat.
"You're fine," Mark murmured distractedly, his breath labored. "Touch yourself again." In response to Evan's muffled protest, he added, "Come on. I might not want to pay if you don't."
Evan groaned in exasperation, and in spite of himself he replaced his hand around his erection and started pumping again. Fucking hell, fucking hell, just gotta fucking get through this. As furious as Evan was, however, his pleasure soon began to get the better of him. Mark's thrusts were also getting more erratic, and his escalating moans made Evan hopeful that this would be over soon enough.
"Shit," Mark hissed suddenly, stopping for a moment while he was deep inside Evan's mouth. He looked down at him and ordered, "Look up at me."
Evan hesitated before trying to tilt his head at an angle where he could get a better view of Mark's face. Mardon had let go of his vices at this point; his hair was messy and misplaced, and his mouth hung open as he panted unevenly. His eyes, clouded over with lust, immediately bore in Evan's, and McCulloch felt the other man's thumb trail through his hair and rub small circles on his temple.
Without warning, Mark started up again. He didn't take his eyes off of Evan's and didn't allow him to move his head away. It didn't take much longer after that for Mark to give a long groan and murmur, "God, almost, almost, shit...."
Evan could no longer suppress the moans that escaped his throat as his hand moved frantically up and down the length of his cock. Shit, it wasn't like he fancied Mardon or anything, but in the end sex was sex, and the fucking noises the man was making were getting to him. Mark began to speed up even more, and his head fell back as a whispered "Evan" escaped his throat. It turned into a staggering moan, and he came into Evan's mouth.
The bitter fluid got caught in Evan's throat, and he started to cough. McCulloch was grateful when Mark finally pulled his dick out, feeling a last spurt of cum hit his cheek. Evan still coughed, trying to suck in as much fresh air as possible, and his hand hesitated on his own cock.
"Keep going," Mark promptly ordered above him, voice ragged and tired. Breath still uneven, Evan swallowed and continued pumping a fist around his erection, fully aware of Mark's gaze which was still glued to him. Despite the fact that this seemed to be helping him along, Evan tried to look down down at the motion of his had to avoid eye contact. Mardon wasn't having this. He moved a hand down to grab McCulloch's chin and jerk his head back up towards him. He brought his thumb up to brush away some of the blood on Evan's upper lip (although the bleeding had stopped a while ago), then wiped the cum from his cheek. Evan matched Mardon's gaze as he did this, but found himself need to shut his eyes as Mark's thumb ghosted over his lips, both from his escalating pleasure and from the discomfort of being watched so intently. His lips parted slightly in a quiet moan, and Mark took the opportunity to stick his thumb in Evan's mouth. Getting caught in the moment, Evan closed his lips around it and started sucking on the appendage. Mardon let him suck on it for a bit before pulling it out to replace it with his index and middle fingers.
Evan was reaching his end, he could feel it. His groans of pleasure became less controllable with every stroke of his cock, and the pressure of Mark's fingers pressing against his tongue was so goddamn erotic. Despite the bitter aftertaste of blood mixed with semen still lingering on his tongue, his mouth watered incessantly.
His head was spinning and his face was flushed, but through the pounding of blood in his ears he heard Mark chuckle deviously and say, "Look at me, Evan."
Evan obliged, feeling his hips tighten as he got closer to his climax. He saw Mark grinning, still staring him down in lust. He stroked the inside of his mouth and massaged little circles on the back of his neck.
"Good boy," he muttered softly, smirking. The way he said it made Evan feel demeaned, as if Mark was speaking to a dog. But at that moment, he really didn't give a flying fuck. "Good boy."
Evan came into his own hand with a loud, drawn-out moan. Mark pulled out his fingers then, a string of saliva connecting to the tip of his fingers from the tip of Evan's tongue.
Mardon had already began buttoning his pants silently while Evan was left slumped against the wall, panting and cursing softly. Talk about fucking and running. Although he supposed that there was no longer any reason for either of them to be together in that room anymore. Evan was honestly surprised that Mardon even stuck around to watch him finish himself off.
Mark zipped his pants back up and hopped off the bed. Evan looked at him, head buzzing, blinking away his stupor long enough to hoarsely snap, "Where's th' feckin' money?"
Mark snorted, running a hand through his hair. "Quite a one-track mind you've got there."
"Sod off. I wont my feckin' money, Mardon. Di'in' swallow yer prick fer my health."
Marked smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I don't have it on me. I thought it would be tacky."
Evan scoffed and started to zip up his pants.
"I'll get it for you tomorrow," Mark continued, already making his way for the door. Wanted to get away from the scene of the crime, Evan supposed. He added, "Then you can get whatever you need." His tone was condescending, and McCulloch scowled.
Mark opened the door stopping halfway through and looked over his shoulder one last time. "Let me know when you're tight on funds again, McCulloch. Your team mate's always here to help out." That being said with a sneer, he left and shut the door behind him coldly. Evan was left scowling behind him, and ground his teeth.
"Goddamn wanker."
Title: No title =[
Characters: Captain Boomerang II (Owen Mercer), Trickster II (Axel Walker)
Warnings: This shit is awful and adorable and I can't believe I wrote it ugh
Summary: Owen chides Axel for a bad habit.
Owen leaned into Axel, pressing himself against the blond's back as he wrapped his arms around his waist. Owen rested his chin on his shoulder and Axel turned his head to look back at him. Owen took this opportunity to press his lips against Axel's, closing his eyes as they deepened the kiss.
Owen let it go on for a moment before something felt off. He opened his eyes slightly, barely squinting, and snorted in surprise into Axel's mouth upon seeing the blond's eyes wide open. He pulled away as Axel scrunched up his face in discontent.
"Jesus, Axel," Owen said in exasperation, "don't do that."
"What?" Axel whined.
"You know what," Owen replied. "Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"You know what!" Owen repeated, running a hand through his hair. "Why do you keep your eyes open?"
"Whattaya mean?" Axel asked, clueless. Owen wondered if he was just playing coy or if he was really just that stupid. Knowing Axel, probably the latter.
At this point Owen was still hanging on him, but he backed off a little to give the back of Axel's head a judgmental look. "Why do you keep your eyes open when you kiss?"
Axel turned back and blinked at Owen. "What's wrong with that?"
"Dude, it's weird."
"Why?" Axel asked, annoyed.
Owen laughed a little incredulously and flopped back on the bed. "If you don't know, I can't explain it."
Axel frowned, almost pouting, and said, "Dude, what's so fucking weird about it?"
"I don't know. It's just," Owen trailed off. "What are you even looking at?"
"What?"
"What's there to even see at that angle?"
"...I don't know."
"Yeah, exactly."
Axel sighed and started rubbing the back of his neck. "I dunno, I just do it."
Owen laughed slightly, it being more of an nervous reaction than anything else. He guessed he couldn't blame Axel for it. He remember it was only a few years ago when he was Axel's age. He remembered being weird and overstimulated all the time. He laughed again, giving up on the matter already, and yanked Axel down into him.
This was what he got for hooking up with some punk, overexcited kid.
Title: Blow
Characters: Mirror Master II (Evan McCulloch), Weather Wizard (Mark Mardon)
Warnings: NC-17; pornfic. Don't read if you don't like dicks. (I obviously do.)
Summary: McCulloch finds himself in need of money. Mark is willing to help out; for a price.
Evan slumped against the wall behind him as Mark straddled his chest, lifting himself up so that his crotch was directly in front of the Scot's face. Evan kept his arms at his side, pushing against the bed for leverage, but also not eager to begin the deed which would soon be happening. Mark simply laughed at the stoic look on Evan's face, pulling his dick out of his pants unceremoniously and giving it a few strokes. Some foreplay this was. Although Evan supposed it was best if this sort of thing was kept glib. Sucking your team mate's cock for cash to buy blow with wasn't exactly the most romantic scenario. Len had caught him doing coke again, and after attempting to beat him straight docked his cut by 99% for four weeks. By the the end of the first week, Evan had already completely used up his spare reserves, and he was getting straight-up desperate.
So Evan simply opened his mouth when Mark stuck his dick in front of his lips, and he let the tip slide past. His tongue felt around the slit as he grudgingly lifted one of his arms up to take hold of the base of Mark's cock. Mardon gave a positive grunt as he pushed in a little further, ushering McCulloch to open his mouth a little wider. Evan let out a choked noise as he felt the tip tickle his tonsils, and he tried to pull his head back only to find that he was already completely pinned against the wall. He didn't expect Mark to pull back without proper coercion, so Evan worked his tongue around more on the underside of his dick and cupped his hand around the base where his mouth couldn't reach. Mark groaned in approval and braced himself against the wall, leaning on his elbows.
"That's it..." he breathed lowly. Evan would almost compare the tone of his voice to a purr. He shuddered inwardly at the thought, trying to fight off his own desire to purr as he sucked off his team mate. He didn't like how Mark's growling moans made him feel, or how much his mouth was watering wrapped around his cock. And he certainly didn't like the painfully obvious tent that he was currently pitching in his pants.
Mark laughed then, as if he could read Evan's mind, and glanced back slightly, bringing his gaze back down to him momentarily and smirking. "Want to take care of that, McCulloch?"
Evan glared at him. Fuck him. He couldn't even see it from that angle. Could he? Fuck. The bastard was just being cocky now. However, Evan was getting really horny, and felt that trying to keep up his pride, from his current position, would just be pathetic. He started fumbling with his pants zipper with his free hand, groaning slightly when he finally pulled his boner out. Mark grinned at the sensation of his mouth humming against his cock.
As Evan began stroking his own cock, Mardon started slowly swaying his hips back and forth. It wasn't a huge motion, for the time being, but Evan made a muffled sound of protest every time the tip of Mark's cock brushed again the back of his throat.
"Stop whining," Mark breathed quickly, punctuating the sentence with a rougher buck of his hips. Evan's head hit the wall painfully, and he briefly wondered how much trouble he would be in should he decide to bite down right now.
Evan fought the urge to do anything appalling and tried to just concentrate on his own pleasure and the thought of being able to score some blow after this. He pumped his erection quickly, precum aiding the ease of each movement. His breath quickening, he almost thought that he would be able to get through this, or at least he did before he felt the familiar sensation of warm blood beginning to trickle from his left nostril.
Bloody fucking hell. Of all the fucking times and places, right fucking here and right fucking now. Since Mark hadn't seemed to notice yet, Evan tried to utter a long string of curses around the cock in his mouth.
Mark sighed with his forehead resting against the wall and said, "I have no idea what you just tried to said, but you have got to stop saying 'fuck;' you keep biting down when you do." He looked down. "Oh." More muffled swears and Mark cringed slightly. "Shit, McCulloch, what did I just say?"
Evan expected Mark to pull out in disgust, but after only a brief lapse of thought, he suddenly smirked. "What, are you 'tired'?" He rocked his hips forward, pushing himself deep, and Evan's grunt of protest turned into a weak gag. "I expect to get my money's worth." McCulloch's hand slipped from from Mark's cock as it plunged deep into his mouth, and his other hand retreated in surprise from rubbing his own dick.
Mardon started thrusting despite Evan's attempted protests, and the Scot found himself merely sitting there, allowing Mark to fuck his mouth. He could taste the bitter, coppery liquid that was dripping from his nose into his mouth, and his head kept banging unforgivably against the wall.
To his frustration, a whine escaped Evan's throat. This made Mark stop for a second, but to McCulloch's dismay instead of pulling out he simply reached down to cradle the back of Evan's head in his hands. Mark hushed him and started his pace up again, his hands now keeping Evan's head from hitting the wall.
Well that was good for fuck all considering he still had a fucking blood-soaked prick jammed down his throat.
"You're fine," Mark murmured distractedly, his breath labored. "Touch yourself again." In response to Evan's muffled protest, he added, "Come on. I might not want to pay if you don't."
Evan groaned in exasperation, and in spite of himself he replaced his hand around his erection and started pumping again. Fucking hell, fucking hell, just gotta fucking get through this. As furious as Evan was, however, his pleasure soon began to get the better of him. Mark's thrusts were also getting more erratic, and his escalating moans made Evan hopeful that this would be over soon enough.
"Shit," Mark hissed suddenly, stopping for a moment while he was deep inside Evan's mouth. He looked down at him and ordered, "Look up at me."
Evan hesitated before trying to tilt his head at an angle where he could get a better view of Mark's face. Mardon had let go of his vices at this point; his hair was messy and misplaced, and his mouth hung open as he panted unevenly. His eyes, clouded over with lust, immediately bore in Evan's, and McCulloch felt the other man's thumb trail through his hair and rub small circles on his temple.
Without warning, Mark started up again. He didn't take his eyes off of Evan's and didn't allow him to move his head away. It didn't take much longer after that for Mark to give a long groan and murmur, "God, almost, almost, shit...."
Evan could no longer suppress the moans that escaped his throat as his hand moved frantically up and down the length of his cock. Shit, it wasn't like he fancied Mardon or anything, but in the end sex was sex, and the fucking noises the man was making were getting to him. Mark began to speed up even more, and his head fell back as a whispered "Evan" escaped his throat. It turned into a staggering moan, and he came into Evan's mouth.
The bitter fluid got caught in Evan's throat, and he started to cough. McCulloch was grateful when Mark finally pulled his dick out, feeling a last spurt of cum hit his cheek. Evan still coughed, trying to suck in as much fresh air as possible, and his hand hesitated on his own cock.
"Keep going," Mark promptly ordered above him, voice ragged and tired. Breath still uneven, Evan swallowed and continued pumping a fist around his erection, fully aware of Mark's gaze which was still glued to him. Despite the fact that this seemed to be helping him along, Evan tried to look down down at the motion of his had to avoid eye contact. Mardon wasn't having this. He moved a hand down to grab McCulloch's chin and jerk his head back up towards him. He brought his thumb up to brush away some of the blood on Evan's upper lip (although the bleeding had stopped a while ago), then wiped the cum from his cheek. Evan matched Mardon's gaze as he did this, but found himself need to shut his eyes as Mark's thumb ghosted over his lips, both from his escalating pleasure and from the discomfort of being watched so intently. His lips parted slightly in a quiet moan, and Mark took the opportunity to stick his thumb in Evan's mouth. Getting caught in the moment, Evan closed his lips around it and started sucking on the appendage. Mardon let him suck on it for a bit before pulling it out to replace it with his index and middle fingers.
Evan was reaching his end, he could feel it. His groans of pleasure became less controllable with every stroke of his cock, and the pressure of Mark's fingers pressing against his tongue was so goddamn erotic. Despite the bitter aftertaste of blood mixed with semen still lingering on his tongue, his mouth watered incessantly.
His head was spinning and his face was flushed, but through the pounding of blood in his ears he heard Mark chuckle deviously and say, "Look at me, Evan."
Evan obliged, feeling his hips tighten as he got closer to his climax. He saw Mark grinning, still staring him down in lust. He stroked the inside of his mouth and massaged little circles on the back of his neck.
"Good boy," he muttered softly, smirking. The way he said it made Evan feel demeaned, as if Mark was speaking to a dog. But at that moment, he really didn't give a flying fuck. "Good boy."
Evan came into his own hand with a loud, drawn-out moan. Mark pulled out his fingers then, a string of saliva connecting to the tip of his fingers from the tip of Evan's tongue.
Mardon had already began buttoning his pants silently while Evan was left slumped against the wall, panting and cursing softly. Talk about fucking and running. Although he supposed that there was no longer any reason for either of them to be together in that room anymore. Evan was honestly surprised that Mardon even stuck around to watch him finish himself off.
Mark zipped his pants back up and hopped off the bed. Evan looked at him, head buzzing, blinking away his stupor long enough to hoarsely snap, "Where's th' feckin' money?"
Mark snorted, running a hand through his hair. "Quite a one-track mind you've got there."
"Sod off. I wont my feckin' money, Mardon. Di'in' swallow yer prick fer my health."
Marked smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I don't have it on me. I thought it would be tacky."
Evan scoffed and started to zip up his pants.
"I'll get it for you tomorrow," Mark continued, already making his way for the door. Wanted to get away from the scene of the crime, Evan supposed. He added, "Then you can get whatever you need." His tone was condescending, and McCulloch scowled.
Mark opened the door stopping halfway through and looked over his shoulder one last time. "Let me know when you're tight on funds again, McCulloch. Your team mate's always here to help out." That being said with a sneer, he left and shut the door behind him coldly. Evan was left scowling behind him, and ground his teeth.
"Goddamn wanker."
Title: No title =[
Characters: Captain Boomerang II (Owen Mercer), Trickster II (Axel Walker)
Warnings: This shit is awful and adorable and I can't believe I wrote it ugh
Summary: Owen chides Axel for a bad habit.
Owen leaned into Axel, pressing himself against the blond's back as he wrapped his arms around his waist. Owen rested his chin on his shoulder and Axel turned his head to look back at him. Owen took this opportunity to press his lips against Axel's, closing his eyes as they deepened the kiss.
Owen let it go on for a moment before something felt off. He opened his eyes slightly, barely squinting, and snorted in surprise into Axel's mouth upon seeing the blond's eyes wide open. He pulled away as Axel scrunched up his face in discontent.
"Jesus, Axel," Owen said in exasperation, "don't do that."
"What?" Axel whined.
"You know what," Owen replied. "Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"You know what!" Owen repeated, running a hand through his hair. "Why do you keep your eyes open?"
"Whattaya mean?" Axel asked, clueless. Owen wondered if he was just playing coy or if he was really just that stupid. Knowing Axel, probably the latter.
At this point Owen was still hanging on him, but he backed off a little to give the back of Axel's head a judgmental look. "Why do you keep your eyes open when you kiss?"
Axel turned back and blinked at Owen. "What's wrong with that?"
"Dude, it's weird."
"Why?" Axel asked, annoyed.
Owen laughed a little incredulously and flopped back on the bed. "If you don't know, I can't explain it."
Axel frowned, almost pouting, and said, "Dude, what's so fucking weird about it?"
"I don't know. It's just," Owen trailed off. "What are you even looking at?"
"What?"
"What's there to even see at that angle?"
"...I don't know."
"Yeah, exactly."
Axel sighed and started rubbing the back of his neck. "I dunno, I just do it."
Owen laughed slightly, it being more of an nervous reaction than anything else. He guessed he couldn't blame Axel for it. He remember it was only a few years ago when he was Axel's age. He remembered being weird and overstimulated all the time. He laughed again, giving up on the matter already, and yanked Axel down into him.
This was what he got for hooking up with some punk, overexcited kid.