HT100: Challenge 11-One to Grow on: Contested Property
This is a continuation of my entry for challenge #7 (Change Canon).
Edited to add: Er, I just noticed that I changed tenses between the two drabbles. Duh. If I weren't at work, I'd fix it right this minute! Maybe later...
Edited once again to add: I ended up changing the tense of the first one. It was easier. :-P
#7
“You’re not scared of Keller...?”
“Fuck you.”
I watch Mondo force an unconvincing sneer. I lick my lips and look down at the bulge in his pants.
“Why don’t you come here, and I’ll give you a hand with that.”
“Keller said ‘hands off.’”
“Keller doesn’t fucking own me.”
He pauses. I can almost hear the gears turning. “Adebisi will have my ass if there’s trouble.”
“It’ll be Keller’s ass, not yours.”
Apparently, I've made my point. He crosses the pod in two strides and pulls my mouth hard against his. From above, Chris’s stare burns straight through us both.
#11
His kiss catches me off-guard; I hadn’t imagined Mondo wanting my mouth anywhere but wrapped firmly around his cock. His fingers dig into my face, immobilizing my jaw, but he doesn’t seem to care. This kiss is all him. I’m practically a spectator.
He finally leans back and looks me over. What passes for foreplay has ended.
“Suck me.”
I turn, letting my eyes stray to where Chris stands frozen, watching, then turn back to see Mondo’s eyes sparkle in a familiar, reptilian way.
Nobody’s bitch... The words are an internal mantra I chant as I sink to my knees.
Edited to add: Er, I just noticed that I changed tenses between the two drabbles. Duh. If I weren't at work, I'd fix it right this minute! Maybe later...
Edited once again to add: I ended up changing the tense of the first one. It was easier. :-P
#7
“You’re not scared of Keller...?”
“Fuck you.”
I watch Mondo force an unconvincing sneer. I lick my lips and look down at the bulge in his pants.
“Why don’t you come here, and I’ll give you a hand with that.”
“Keller said ‘hands off.’”
“Keller doesn’t fucking own me.”
He pauses. I can almost hear the gears turning. “Adebisi will have my ass if there’s trouble.”
“It’ll be Keller’s ass, not yours.”
Apparently, I've made my point. He crosses the pod in two strides and pulls my mouth hard against his. From above, Chris’s stare burns straight through us both.
#11
His kiss catches me off-guard; I hadn’t imagined Mondo wanting my mouth anywhere but wrapped firmly around his cock. His fingers dig into my face, immobilizing my jaw, but he doesn’t seem to care. This kiss is all him. I’m practically a spectator.
He finally leans back and looks me over. What passes for foreplay has ended.
“Suck me.”
I turn, letting my eyes stray to where Chris stands frozen, watching, then turn back to see Mondo’s eyes sparkle in a familiar, reptilian way.
Nobody’s bitch... The words are an internal mantra I chant as I sink to my knees.