Wired Differently (15/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 06:35:35 UTC
Most love confessions don’t end with the drone of a small motor.
America makes himself breathe, half-afraid that if he doesn’t concentrate on it, he might stop altogether. The curtains over the kitchen windows haven’t been closed-there aren’t any neighborhood houses nearby, but they still draw his fitful gaze every other moment-and he feels a little chilly, laid out on the kitchen table like this. But he wants it. He wants anything Canada will give him.
The fucking machine’s always been kind of an abstract idea for America. Fun to fantasize about, a good way to get into Canada’s pants multiple times, looks like a giant high-tech toy-but now that it’s buzzing somewhere below him, covering up Canada’s muttering as he blindly adjusts the angle, the fucking machine’s become a lot less two-dimensional. He wishes he could see it. He feels uneasy waiting, knees hooked over the edge of the oak. But then, that’s the point.
America licks his lips. He wants to touch himself, but he doesn’t. “You think, maybe if we used duct tape…?”
Canada kisses an ankle with affection. “You’d still break it. I’ll buy something in titanium online. I can always chain you up later.”
“It’s not like I want to be chained up,” says America lamely. He’s not entirely sure that’s true. When Canada says it, the whole thing sounds kind of hot.
“Scoot down a little more.”
He does.
“There.” Canada exhales, his nerves apparent. He stands, molding his palms to America’s legs and lingering just beyond where America needs them. “I think that’ll do it, eh? Let’s lube you up.”
“You’re so romantic. Tell me more.”
“America, shut up.” He sounds like he’s in love when he says it, so America obeys with little more than a crooked grin. He gazes up at Canada, adoring the fussed curl in his hair, made wild from anxiously tugging at it, and the way his brother’s mouth falls open at the sight of him (just a little, like saying, I forgot how incredible you looked two minutes ago).
“Should I…”
“Mm. Spread them more,” Canada tells him. He pushes at America’s inner thighs, firmly widening the gap between them. “God, I hope your balls don’t get pinched by this thing.”
America twists his head and muffles a burst of laughter in his naked shoulder. It’s so nuts, it’s so Canada. He loves him.
Canada sputters. “I’m serious! Ugh, you are so…” He must not know, because he gives it up, leaning over America to lick a wet stripe up his belly. America groans in appreciation, his cock twitching in interest at the attention lavished on his stomach. The heat of Canada’s mouth trails from navel to the hollow of his throat; in his mind’s eye, America imagines him recreating their border, making his own line in dirt and flesh.
Then Canada is kissing him, wet and perfect and awesome. The snap of the cap on the container of lube makes it to America’s ears, but he’s too busy being mapped, eagerly sucking on Canada’s tongue as it tries to catalogue every millimeter of him.
At the first brush of Canada’s digits, overly slick, something in America disassembles. He shudders, hands twining into Canada’s hair and wrenching him closer-tells himself it’s like every other time this has happened, the familiar and tender way Canada strokes the thin skin behind his ball sac, the sly press of a fingertip inside. The speed and precision that Canada uses to prepare him, open him up, stretching muscle and pushing deep, deep like he knows how much America can take. The same, not changed even a little, so there’s no reason to-
But it is different, because today Canada knows that he loves him.
Re: Wired Differently (15/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 07:09:23 UTC
Wow, I was just talking about this fill converting me to CanAm and how much I love the dynamic you've created between these guys. <3
I love the sense of mingled anticipation/apprehension you've created here; it seems really realistic to me, considering the kind of, uh, adventure these two are embarking on.
The idea of America needing titanium restraints is awesome, and America's denial about not wanting bondage is ... not the most convincing, yeah.
Canada kissing America's ankle was enough to make me kind of squee, but this exchange:
“I think that’ll do it, eh? Let’s lube you up.”
“You’re so romantic. Tell me more.”
“America, shut up.”
THAT'S why I love the dynamic here; it's warm and loving and hilarious and snarky at the same time. Not to mention ridiculously sexy. <3
“God, I hope your balls don’t get pinched by this thing." Oh Canada, you're such a sweet-talker. XD
I like that you manage to include both the realistic, lovely little sensory details and the awesomeness and ridiculousness of sex in general in the same fill, but it's the characterization that does it for me, anon. This is such a great fill; how can a fill about fucking machines make me warm and fuzzy inside? Dammit, kink meme. So much love <3
But it is different, because today Canada knows that he loves him. ♥
Re: Wired Differently (15/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 07:41:12 UTC
A new CanAme fan! I cheer. ♥ The boys could always use more love.
America's attempt to convince Canada that he's not interested in bondage was very... er, half-hearted. At best. >.>;;
Thank you so much for the lovely feedback. ♥ I so much appreciate it and it was enough to make me struggle to finish editing the next part to post before hitting the hay. XD
Re: Wired Differently (15/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 07:54:26 UTC
Thank you so much for the lovely feedback. ♥ I so much appreciate it and it was enough to make me struggle to finish editing the next part to post before hitting the hay. XD Awesome. XD I saw there was another part on the fills list (insomnia has its rewards!) and wondered if I ambushed you mid-posting, lol.
America makes himself breathe, half-afraid that if he doesn’t concentrate on it, he might stop altogether. The curtains over the kitchen windows haven’t been closed-there aren’t any neighborhood houses nearby, but they still draw his fitful gaze every other moment-and he feels a little chilly, laid out on the kitchen table like this. But he wants it. He wants anything Canada will give him.
The fucking machine’s always been kind of an abstract idea for America. Fun to fantasize about, a good way to get into Canada’s pants multiple times, looks like a giant high-tech toy-but now that it’s buzzing somewhere below him, covering up Canada’s muttering as he blindly adjusts the angle, the fucking machine’s become a lot less two-dimensional. He wishes he could see it. He feels uneasy waiting, knees hooked over the edge of the oak. But then, that’s the point.
America licks his lips. He wants to touch himself, but he doesn’t. “You think, maybe if we used duct tape…?”
Canada kisses an ankle with affection. “You’d still break it. I’ll buy something in titanium online. I can always chain you up later.”
“It’s not like I want to be chained up,” says America lamely. He’s not entirely sure that’s true. When Canada says it, the whole thing sounds kind of hot.
“Scoot down a little more.”
He does.
“There.” Canada exhales, his nerves apparent. He stands, molding his palms to America’s legs and lingering just beyond where America needs them. “I think that’ll do it, eh? Let’s lube you up.”
“You’re so romantic. Tell me more.”
“America, shut up.” He sounds like he’s in love when he says it, so America obeys with little more than a crooked grin. He gazes up at Canada, adoring the fussed curl in his hair, made wild from anxiously tugging at it, and the way his brother’s mouth falls open at the sight of him (just a little, like saying, I forgot how incredible you looked two minutes ago).
“Should I…”
“Mm. Spread them more,” Canada tells him. He pushes at America’s inner thighs, firmly widening the gap between them. “God, I hope your balls don’t get pinched by this thing.”
America twists his head and muffles a burst of laughter in his naked shoulder. It’s so nuts, it’s so Canada. He loves him.
Canada sputters. “I’m serious! Ugh, you are so…” He must not know, because he gives it up, leaning over America to lick a wet stripe up his belly. America groans in appreciation, his cock twitching in interest at the attention lavished on his stomach. The heat of Canada’s mouth trails from navel to the hollow of his throat; in his mind’s eye, America imagines him recreating their border, making his own line in dirt and flesh.
Then Canada is kissing him, wet and perfect and awesome. The snap of the cap on the container of lube makes it to America’s ears, but he’s too busy being mapped, eagerly sucking on Canada’s tongue as it tries to catalogue every millimeter of him.
At the first brush of Canada’s digits, overly slick, something in America disassembles. He shudders, hands twining into Canada’s hair and wrenching him closer-tells himself it’s like every other time this has happened, the familiar and tender way Canada strokes the thin skin behind his ball sac, the sly press of a fingertip inside. The speed and precision that Canada uses to prepare him, open him up, stretching muscle and pushing deep, deep like he knows how much America can take. The same, not changed even a little, so there’s no reason to-
But it is different, because today Canada knows that he loves him.
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I love the sense of mingled anticipation/apprehension you've created here; it seems really realistic to me, considering the kind of, uh, adventure these two are embarking on.
The idea of America needing titanium restraints is awesome, and America's denial about not wanting bondage is ... not the most convincing, yeah.
Canada kissing America's ankle was enough to make me kind of squee, but this exchange:
“I think that’ll do it, eh? Let’s lube you up.”
“You’re so romantic. Tell me more.”
“America, shut up.”
THAT'S why I love the dynamic here; it's warm and loving and hilarious and snarky at the same time. Not to mention ridiculously sexy. <3
“God, I hope your balls don’t get pinched by this thing." Oh Canada, you're such a sweet-talker. XD
I like that you manage to include both the realistic, lovely little sensory details and the awesomeness and ridiculousness of sex in general in the same fill, but it's the characterization that does it for me, anon. This is such a great fill; how can a fill about fucking machines make me warm and fuzzy inside? Dammit, kink meme. So much love <3
But it is different, because today Canada knows that he loves him. ♥
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America's attempt to convince Canada that he's not interested in bondage was very... er, half-hearted. At best. >.>;;
Thank you so much for the lovely feedback. ♥ I so much appreciate it and it was enough to make me struggle to finish editing the next part to post before hitting the hay. XD
Thank you, thank you, thank you, awesome anon. ♥ ♥ ♥
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♥~!
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