Wired Differently (3/?)
anonymous
January 29 2010, 05:13:57 UTC
“Hey,” says America, voice uneven, “this is kinda boring. Um, maybe we should just shut it off?”
“You’re turned on,” says Canada.
“What?” America turns, embarrassment unhidden behind his glasses, the red embossing itself in his cheeks now. “No! What? Don’t make me laugh, that’s-c’mon, you know me-”
“You like this stuff.” It does, Canada muses in a daze, make a certain sense. America’s always been the secret techie geek of the family, fawning over the newest toys and gadgets, crooning about radio waves and satellites and-and fucking machines, god, really? Of all the kinks that his brother has ignored in favor of getting stomach cramps from cackling too much, it’s a dildo on a drill that gets his attention?
And that’s when Canada actually imagines it.
Imagines it.
“I don’t-that’s not-”
“You want to be that woman,” breathes Canada, heart thudding high in his ears. He thinks he’s shaking, but when he pushes his fists against his thighs he finds that he’s wrong. They’re steady. “You want to be tied down and-and splayed open like that, with that thing.”
America inhales sharply. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes are still as wide as dinner plates, his mouth slack and wet from where he’s worried his lip.
Canada knocks the food tray on the floor in favor of shoving his brother down against the cushions.
He doesn’t give America a chance to speak; his tongue twists deep, tasting the salt and sugar from their snacks and beneath that, the metallic tang of saliva. America groans deep and arches into his weight, fingers worming inside of Canada’s hoodie until they find warm, firm muscle and skin, the pebble of a nipple. But Canada hasn’t got the patience for it-when they part, he grabs America between the legs and pants in his ear: “Could do that, eh?”
America’s entire body shudders.
Oh God, Canada thinks, his insides clawing with want. He licks the hollow of America’s throat and then mouths at it, until it’s shiny and damp and ready for the words he’s about to imprint in it. He just never dreamed he’d be saying them.
“Could do that… Tie you down and open you up with m’fingers. Get you ready for it,” he whispers, and America scrambles against him for friction, rubbing against Canada’s jeans. “I’d take care of you. While that thing fucked you, slow and then hard, relentless, and I’d stop it if you begged…”
He sinks between America’s thighs and grinds him into the sofa, each thrust long and thorough. “Don’t want anyone to fuck you ever again,” he gasps into America’s throat, “not my brother. Mine. Oh god, you’re mine. But I’d let you do the machine, I’d-ahh, there-”
America comes before the jean buttons even come undone.
Canada isn’t far behind.
(They tremble in the aftershocks, a little ashamed, and then America asks in a very tiny voice: “D’you mean it?”
Yeah, Canada means it.)
Next time, we actually get to the request! God, I am so sorry. I cannot write porn. But I will try, because I'm too impatient to wait for a fill to this request. But someone else should fill it. Yes. What? Okay.
Re: Wired Differently (3/?)
anonymous
January 29 2010, 05:54:59 UTC
T-that was too hot for words and this is already so much more than I expected from the kink and the kink isn't even here yet! Dear Lord, anon, this is just...just fabulous. You even work in really, really sweet, meaningful pieces to their relationship at the same time~
Not!OP is going to desperately be waiting for more
Re: Wired Differently (3/?)
anonymous
January 29 2010, 06:56:14 UTC
This is unexpectedly sweet as well as hot- I wish I could word it better but really- there's so much heart to the boys, so much depth to them that isn't necessarily angst. I guess what I love is that you don't seem to be taking yourself seriously. America laughs at porn; you can't be too surprised.
Because sex really is funny. It's silly, messy, odd, quirky, unpredictable- and it's so wonderful to see someone exploring that silly side without verging into crack. Can't wait to see more!
Re: Wired Differently (3/?)
anonymous
January 30 2010, 02:40:42 UTC
You know, weird really makes for some of the best stories. It doesn't seem weird to me-- not so much as just quirky enough to be so very human. That's really one of the story's strongest points, I think, the way you've captured both their voices so well. It makes for a very comfortable, organic read, and it seems to me that that's really what the story's all about. Something very comfortable, natural, and right. I don't think I've read anything this honest-to-goodness feel good in a long time. Be it about watching fucking maching porn or not. Wow, wow, wow. Thanks, anon, for an awesome read. ♥
“You’re turned on,” says Canada.
“What?” America turns, embarrassment unhidden behind his glasses, the red embossing itself in his cheeks now. “No! What? Don’t make me laugh, that’s-c’mon, you know me-”
“You like this stuff.” It does, Canada muses in a daze, make a certain sense. America’s always been the secret techie geek of the family, fawning over the newest toys and gadgets, crooning about radio waves and satellites and-and fucking machines, god, really? Of all the kinks that his brother has ignored in favor of getting stomach cramps from cackling too much, it’s a dildo on a drill that gets his attention?
And that’s when Canada actually imagines it.
Imagines it.
“I don’t-that’s not-”
“You want to be that woman,” breathes Canada, heart thudding high in his ears. He thinks he’s shaking, but when he pushes his fists against his thighs he finds that he’s wrong. They’re steady. “You want to be tied down and-and splayed open like that, with that thing.”
America inhales sharply. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes are still as wide as dinner plates, his mouth slack and wet from where he’s worried his lip.
Canada knocks the food tray on the floor in favor of shoving his brother down against the cushions.
He doesn’t give America a chance to speak; his tongue twists deep, tasting the salt and sugar from their snacks and beneath that, the metallic tang of saliva. America groans deep and arches into his weight, fingers worming inside of Canada’s hoodie until they find warm, firm muscle and skin, the pebble of a nipple. But Canada hasn’t got the patience for it-when they part, he grabs America between the legs and pants in his ear: “Could do that, eh?”
America’s entire body shudders.
Oh God, Canada thinks, his insides clawing with want. He licks the hollow of America’s throat and then mouths at it, until it’s shiny and damp and ready for the words he’s about to imprint in it. He just never dreamed he’d be saying them.
“Could do that… Tie you down and open you up with m’fingers. Get you ready for it,” he whispers, and America scrambles against him for friction, rubbing against Canada’s jeans. “I’d take care of you. While that thing fucked you, slow and then hard, relentless, and I’d stop it if you begged…”
He sinks between America’s thighs and grinds him into the sofa, each thrust long and thorough. “Don’t want anyone to fuck you ever again,” he gasps into America’s throat, “not my brother. Mine. Oh god, you’re mine. But I’d let you do the machine, I’d-ahh, there-”
America comes before the jean buttons even come undone.
Canada isn’t far behind.
(They tremble in the aftershocks, a little ashamed, and then America asks in a very tiny voice: “D’you mean it?”
Yeah, Canada means it.)
Next time, we actually get to the request! God, I am so sorry. I cannot write porn. But I will try, because I'm too impatient to wait for a fill to this request. But someone else should fill it. Yes. What? Okay.
... I'm totally aware this fic is already weird.
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This fic is WONDERFUL!
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Not!OP is going to desperately be waiting for more
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BONDAGE AND MACHINE. DO WANT.
Author Anon this is brilliant!!! America laughing at porns... (actually I have done that too) and the last part O_O THE LAST PART ((O_O))
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I'm looking forward to your continuation, anon.
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please continue, begging with all my life
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Because sex really is funny. It's silly, messy, odd, quirky, unpredictable- and it's so wonderful to see someone exploring that silly side without verging into crack. Can't wait to see more!
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*Cums*
SWEET ELDER GODS YOU HAD BETTER FINISH THIS REQUEST.
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so fucking difficult to resist fanning myself with my hand because my roommate is sitting right there but FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. *twitches*
Captcha: moistens Freed. well that's just... WELL. this entire site is determined to make me need new panties.
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DAMMIT THIS IS SEXY
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America so would be turned on by a machine -- it's perfect! Please, oh please do continue. I'm dying from this one!
(Oh, and should I charge you for my ruined panties, or just put it on your tab?)
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OMG YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!! *ded*
*gasps* Ye have killed me with the awesome sexy hot kink of it all.
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Uhm . . . yeah . . . Anon, because of you my friends are now asking why I'm squirming and blushing.
[b]Shit[/b] that's hot.
. . . .
(Do- Do they really have those? -BLUSH-)
Love,
CanAmer!Anon
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O-Oh d-dear! And Canada had a DVD of such a thing?!
France what have you done to my dear Canada?
Sincerely,
CanAmer!Anon
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