First Time For Everything {Rating-R Horatio/Bush}
Oh well, I am back and of course I'm returning with a little fic, have pity for my English!
Title - First Time For Everything (yes I know it's a lame title, leave it or take it!)
Warnings - apart from hot sex and naked/bruised William Bush I can't add anything else.
Rating - R ... maybe a mild NC/17????
Writer - One that likes to write in a foreign language, drools after William Bush and likes to make him have wild sex with Horatio.
Is it Enough?!!
The first time it happened, well, how can I explain it in simple words?
The first time it happened, it was because you were out of money, he was a gentleman and he knew you were desperate.
He served under you for many years, and now there you were, penniless and homeless, so he invited you to share his small rented room.
“This too shall pass.” He breathed, before falling asleep.
You nodded, hoping for a new command. To be honest, you were dying for having him back, on a ship, with you.
You always had my heart... you just don’t know - yet - it.
It was such a shame that your marriage fell apart - they said - like a rotted fruit - they insisted - you often wondered if you ever loved her.
It was always about him, you knew she blamed him, she blamed the Royal Navy, and she cried, a lot.
If you want something, at least have the guts to make a move, to reach for it Horatio!
Outside, it's still dark, that kind of damp darkness that sticks on your skin like sweat. He's asleep beside you, in that tiny bed, and if you could permit yourself such light gesture, you would laugh at the decadence of this small room, at the Royal Navy that seems unable to find you any ship, at him so big in this small bed, at your finances, at everything you wanted to say, but never did.
Our roads are getting nearer, leading us together, again. But yet, we cover distances but not together. You are miles away.
Licking your dry lips, you turn to look at him.
You've seen him many time asleep, but this time is different, gently you run you finger along the thin scar under his ribs. His body is covered with bruises, probably he takes part in some illegal fights, just to raise a bit of money.
“Do I need to find an excuse for these?”
“I'm sorry if I woke you up,” you say without taking your hand away from his stomach.
You don't know how to explain it, but it’s like you don’t know him any more. Maybe it's you, it's you and your feelings, you and your idea of him fighting for money. A fine man like him, reduced in such state.
“Why?” You ask.
“Sometimes I need to.” He replies, smiling softly.
“For money?”
“Sometimes, yes it's for money, other times it's for release.”
“William.”
“Horatio, please.”
You sigh and put your head on his shoulder.
There’s a long moment of silence, in which you are left wondering if he fell asleep. You are almost there to close your eyes, you are tired of all this thinking.
He kisses your neck.
“William.” You start, but he stops you with a delicate finger on your lips.
“Please, not now.” He says, then he tilts your face toward his, kissing you. Yes, kissing you.
It's only a chaste kiss but you find yourself moaning into it, while feeling one of his warm hands, caressing your chest. He pulls away, licking his lips. Truly satisfied.
“Why you fight?”
“Why you ask?”
“I wish I could give you-”
“No more Navy talk.”
He kisses you again, this time it's not a simple chaste kiss. He's irreverent, porn and red.
“Don't stop please.” You whisper against his moist lips.
He nods while gently kissing his way up to your chin. He's always been good at following orders, but also in taking initiative.
His fingers are gripping your slim hips, urging you to submit at his will, lying under his heavy body.
Quickly his mouth finds one of your dark nipples, and he hisses something that you can't understand.
“Do you still think that it's wrong?” He asks breathless while sliding between your spread thighs. He knows you very well. He knows what you think about two men in one bed.
You don’t reply, not truly knowing what to say. He kisses you again and your fingers are between his hair. You are thinking that it's a strange sensation to have him between your thighs. You can feel his weight, his bones, muscles and skin, shifting, moving, against yours.
You never imagined that sex with him would be like this, having his body moving over you, with you crying out for more. Not enough. Not enough, please more, you need more.
One of his arms is beside your head, supporting himself. He doesn't want to crush you with his weight, again, you wonder how he can manage to stay so focused.
You are sinking.
Taking one of his hands, you suck two fingers, saliva quickly coating them, making them wet and slick.
You let him do what no one has ever done. Yes, you heard, you saw, because a ship is like a little village and there's no escape. Lust, flesh, horny men, low instincts, yes you saw and heard more than you wanted to see and hear.
“William,” you call him, gripping his wrist.
“I won’t hurt you.” He says licking his lips. A second finger is penetrating you, making its way inside you. Stretching you more meanwhile, blistering pain is making you sweat.
“I-I know.” You croak, your fingers still wrapped around his wrist, feeling it move and flex. His fingers are buried inside you. They are opening you for him.
He pulls them out and you watch him lick and suck them, moaning softly at your smell and taste. Yes, no one is more devoted to you but William.
“Breathe... breathe with me Horatio,” he whispers, slowly pushing inside you.
You close your eyes, feeling a burning sensation and you grip his shoulder blades.
“Horatio,” he calls you.
“I know, please move.” You say, burying your face into the crock of his neck. “Oh please move.”
He bites hard on your neck, and you forget your name.
You knew that he was like this in bed, deep pushes which leaves you breathless with your ass hole stretched around his cock. Heavy balls slapping your cheeks as he mercilessly fucks you, you don't want romance, you only want him, raw, true, loyal Bush. The love of your life.
The small bed is squeaking under your weights. You open more your thighs, welcoming every single insolent push of his.
He comes. He comes, throwing back his head, then with a hard and deep push, he buries himself inside you, spilling his cum into you. Filling you up.
His.
Owned.
You made a mess with your semen on your stomach.
Thank God he's not romantic!
Is your last thought.
When you open your eyes, you find yourself curled against him while he's looking down at you.
“Am I not romantic?” He asks raising an eyebrow. His fingers fluttering on your chest.
“Hum, What?” You ask rubbing your eyes, feeling sore … and shit you said it aloud!
“Whatever.” He says, scratching a scab.
END, GO TO CRITICIZE IT!
MY GAWD I STILL HAVE MY AUTHOR TAG...TEARS OF JOY!
Title - First Time For Everything (yes I know it's a lame title, leave it or take it!)
Warnings - apart from hot sex and naked/bruised William Bush I can't add anything else.
Rating - R ... maybe a mild NC/17????
Writer - One that likes to write in a foreign language, drools after William Bush and likes to make him have wild sex with Horatio.
Is it Enough?!!
The first time it happened, well, how can I explain it in simple words?
The first time it happened, it was because you were out of money, he was a gentleman and he knew you were desperate.
He served under you for many years, and now there you were, penniless and homeless, so he invited you to share his small rented room.
“This too shall pass.” He breathed, before falling asleep.
You nodded, hoping for a new command. To be honest, you were dying for having him back, on a ship, with you.
You always had my heart... you just don’t know - yet - it.
It was such a shame that your marriage fell apart - they said - like a rotted fruit - they insisted - you often wondered if you ever loved her.
It was always about him, you knew she blamed him, she blamed the Royal Navy, and she cried, a lot.
If you want something, at least have the guts to make a move, to reach for it Horatio!
Outside, it's still dark, that kind of damp darkness that sticks on your skin like sweat. He's asleep beside you, in that tiny bed, and if you could permit yourself such light gesture, you would laugh at the decadence of this small room, at the Royal Navy that seems unable to find you any ship, at him so big in this small bed, at your finances, at everything you wanted to say, but never did.
Our roads are getting nearer, leading us together, again. But yet, we cover distances but not together. You are miles away.
Licking your dry lips, you turn to look at him.
You've seen him many time asleep, but this time is different, gently you run you finger along the thin scar under his ribs. His body is covered with bruises, probably he takes part in some illegal fights, just to raise a bit of money.
“Do I need to find an excuse for these?”
“I'm sorry if I woke you up,” you say without taking your hand away from his stomach.
You don't know how to explain it, but it’s like you don’t know him any more. Maybe it's you, it's you and your feelings, you and your idea of him fighting for money. A fine man like him, reduced in such state.
“Why?” You ask.
“Sometimes I need to.” He replies, smiling softly.
“For money?”
“Sometimes, yes it's for money, other times it's for release.”
“William.”
“Horatio, please.”
You sigh and put your head on his shoulder.
There’s a long moment of silence, in which you are left wondering if he fell asleep. You are almost there to close your eyes, you are tired of all this thinking.
He kisses your neck.
“William.” You start, but he stops you with a delicate finger on your lips.
“Please, not now.” He says, then he tilts your face toward his, kissing you. Yes, kissing you.
It's only a chaste kiss but you find yourself moaning into it, while feeling one of his warm hands, caressing your chest. He pulls away, licking his lips. Truly satisfied.
“Why you fight?”
“Why you ask?”
“I wish I could give you-”
“No more Navy talk.”
He kisses you again, this time it's not a simple chaste kiss. He's irreverent, porn and red.
“Don't stop please.” You whisper against his moist lips.
He nods while gently kissing his way up to your chin. He's always been good at following orders, but also in taking initiative.
His fingers are gripping your slim hips, urging you to submit at his will, lying under his heavy body.
Quickly his mouth finds one of your dark nipples, and he hisses something that you can't understand.
“Do you still think that it's wrong?” He asks breathless while sliding between your spread thighs. He knows you very well. He knows what you think about two men in one bed.
You don’t reply, not truly knowing what to say. He kisses you again and your fingers are between his hair. You are thinking that it's a strange sensation to have him between your thighs. You can feel his weight, his bones, muscles and skin, shifting, moving, against yours.
You never imagined that sex with him would be like this, having his body moving over you, with you crying out for more. Not enough. Not enough, please more, you need more.
One of his arms is beside your head, supporting himself. He doesn't want to crush you with his weight, again, you wonder how he can manage to stay so focused.
You are sinking.
Taking one of his hands, you suck two fingers, saliva quickly coating them, making them wet and slick.
You let him do what no one has ever done. Yes, you heard, you saw, because a ship is like a little village and there's no escape. Lust, flesh, horny men, low instincts, yes you saw and heard more than you wanted to see and hear.
“William,” you call him, gripping his wrist.
“I won’t hurt you.” He says licking his lips. A second finger is penetrating you, making its way inside you. Stretching you more meanwhile, blistering pain is making you sweat.
“I-I know.” You croak, your fingers still wrapped around his wrist, feeling it move and flex. His fingers are buried inside you. They are opening you for him.
He pulls them out and you watch him lick and suck them, moaning softly at your smell and taste. Yes, no one is more devoted to you but William.
“Breathe... breathe with me Horatio,” he whispers, slowly pushing inside you.
You close your eyes, feeling a burning sensation and you grip his shoulder blades.
“Horatio,” he calls you.
“I know, please move.” You say, burying your face into the crock of his neck. “Oh please move.”
He bites hard on your neck, and you forget your name.
You knew that he was like this in bed, deep pushes which leaves you breathless with your ass hole stretched around his cock. Heavy balls slapping your cheeks as he mercilessly fucks you, you don't want romance, you only want him, raw, true, loyal Bush. The love of your life.
The small bed is squeaking under your weights. You open more your thighs, welcoming every single insolent push of his.
He comes. He comes, throwing back his head, then with a hard and deep push, he buries himself inside you, spilling his cum into you. Filling you up.
His.
Owned.
You made a mess with your semen on your stomach.
Thank God he's not romantic!
Is your last thought.
When you open your eyes, you find yourself curled against him while he's looking down at you.
“Am I not romantic?” He asks raising an eyebrow. His fingers fluttering on your chest.
“Hum, What?” You ask rubbing your eyes, feeling sore … and shit you said it aloud!
“Whatever.” He says, scratching a scab.
END, GO TO CRITICIZE IT!
MY GAWD I STILL HAVE MY AUTHOR TAG...TEARS OF JOY!