Like, Totally Sexy 4/?
anonymous
April 4 2010, 21:55:52 UTC
Lithuania looked at the clock in despair. 11:30. Only half of the work was done and it needed to be on his boss' desk before 9 tomorrow. He groaned and thunked his head down on the desktop. He needed a drink-no, he didn't, because he had so much work to do. But still, he was wishing he took Poland up on the offer to go to the club. Lithuania really didn't mean to upset Poland; it was akin to kicking a small, blonde puppy. He would definitely make it up to him after he turned in the work. Maybe they could go shopping, and he'd even let Poland dress him up. Poland really was his dear friend, the country who'd been closest to him for the longest time.
He was close enough to Poland to only mind that he dressed up in women's clothing half the time. Besides, it wasn't like Poland looked bad in those clothes...it just made him feel squiggly in places where men shouldn't feel squiggly. Lithuania thought back to the last time he'd seen Poland dressed up in those clothes; it was when they were walking back from a day at work. Poland let his hair down, such soft gold hair that shone brilliantly when he stood in the light just so.
They'd talked and laughed, and that was all, but Lithuania found his mind wandering to things that hadn't happened...Poland wore those insanely short schoolgirl skirts, and Lithuania couldn't help but let his eyes wander up and down his exposed legs. Long and lithe, they stretched out in front of the nation, the taut muscle contracting underneath the smooth, tan skin. Lithuania then looked up at Poland, who wore a lewd grin and whose eyes were lidded in a display of...lust?
"Liet," imaginary Poland said to Lithuania, pushing back his hair before grabbing the other nation's hand, "I saw you looking." To the shock and horror of the brunette country, Poland let his lips ghost softly over his knuckles before taking in his middle finger to suck gently.
"No!" Lithuania burst out, banging his head against the desk again. He wasn't thinking of Poland like that. Poland, of all nations! Think Belarus, think sexy curves and luscious hips, pale, soft skin, long legs...long legs belonging to a different blonde, longer and sexier, the kind that Liet would gladly wrap around his legs and press up against his wall as he ripped off his clothes.
Sex with Poland...
"FUCK!" Lithuania shouted again, slumping over his arms, "I'm tired. That's it. That's all. I'm having these thoughts because I haven't slept in eighteen hours. A quick nap should fix things. Yeah, that's it...a nap." He was off to a dreamland within five minutes. -- What was awful about dreaming for Lithuania? He had no control over his thoughts then. Like at the moment, he wasn't dreaming about furiously kissing Belarus like he usually did. Or, it started out that way. Then Belarus' hair became shorter, brighter in its blondeness. She grew a few inches taller and her skin darkened a bit. The hands that tangled in his hair became broader, but not any rougher. Soft lips nipped at his neck, a nimble tongue licked down his chest. Poland. He kissed Poland, and he loved kissing Poland. He felt a pressure in his lower abdomen, the pressure of arousal. Lithuania knew it was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up. Poland wouldn't kiss him like this ever...not in real life.
"Liet."
"Hnnghh," Lithuania moaned. He heard a soft giggle in his ear and then a sharp pinch on his ear, "Waah!" he shouted, startling awake. The world looked unfocused and blurry. Where was he?
"How was your nap, Liet?" that nickname, the tone of voice. Wasn't he still dreaming? Weren't those hands running over his hair, twirling strands of it around slender fingers. His eyes came into focused and he gulped.
Poland. Poland stood close to his face, a wicked grin spread across his own. Was that lipgloss he was wearing? It smelled like fruit...Poland was wearing makeup. Not too much, but just enough.
He was close enough to Poland to only mind that he dressed up in women's clothing half the time. Besides, it wasn't like Poland looked bad in those clothes...it just made him feel squiggly in places where men shouldn't feel squiggly. Lithuania thought back to the last time he'd seen Poland dressed up in those clothes; it was when they were walking back from a day at work. Poland let his hair down, such soft gold hair that shone brilliantly when he stood in the light just so.
They'd talked and laughed, and that was all, but Lithuania found his mind wandering to things that hadn't happened...Poland wore those insanely short schoolgirl skirts, and Lithuania couldn't help but let his eyes wander up and down his exposed legs. Long and lithe, they stretched out in front of the nation, the taut muscle contracting underneath the smooth, tan skin. Lithuania then looked up at Poland, who wore a lewd grin and whose eyes were lidded in a display of...lust?
"Liet," imaginary Poland said to Lithuania, pushing back his hair before grabbing the other nation's hand, "I saw you looking." To the shock and horror of the brunette country, Poland let his lips ghost softly over his knuckles before taking in his middle finger to suck gently.
"No!" Lithuania burst out, banging his head against the desk again. He wasn't thinking of Poland like that. Poland, of all nations! Think Belarus, think sexy curves and luscious hips, pale, soft skin, long legs...long legs belonging to a different blonde, longer and sexier, the kind that Liet would gladly wrap around his legs and press up against his wall as he ripped off his clothes.
Sex with Poland...
"FUCK!" Lithuania shouted again, slumping over his arms, "I'm tired. That's it. That's all. I'm having these thoughts because I haven't slept in eighteen hours. A quick nap should fix things. Yeah, that's it...a nap." He was off to a dreamland within five minutes.
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What was awful about dreaming for Lithuania? He had no control over his thoughts then. Like at the moment, he wasn't dreaming about furiously kissing Belarus like he usually did. Or, it started out that way. Then Belarus' hair became shorter, brighter in its blondeness. She grew a few inches taller and her skin darkened a bit. The hands that tangled in his hair became broader, but not any rougher. Soft lips nipped at his neck, a nimble tongue licked down his chest. Poland. He kissed Poland, and he loved kissing Poland. He felt a pressure in his lower abdomen, the pressure of arousal. Lithuania knew it was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up. Poland wouldn't kiss him like this ever...not in real life.
"Liet."
"Hnnghh," Lithuania moaned. He heard a soft giggle in his ear and then a sharp pinch on his ear, "Waah!" he shouted, startling awake. The world looked unfocused and blurry. Where was he?
"How was your nap, Liet?" that nickname, the tone of voice. Wasn't he still dreaming? Weren't those hands running over his hair, twirling strands of it around slender fingers. His eyes came into focused and he gulped.
Poland. Poland stood close to his face, a wicked grin spread across his own. Was that lipgloss he was wearing? It smelled like fruit...Poland was wearing makeup. Not too much, but just enough.
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