The Axe Effect 2/2
anonymous
January 30 2011, 03:28:27 UTC
England ground his hips to America's as they kissed. America had never felt anything like it in his life. Kissing England was like kissing a feral cat-teeth and claws, and knowing England, probably hissing when it was over. There was going to be marks tomorrow. Hell, there was going to be marks today and he would be the recipient of Germany's prudish shaming of virginal unlaidness, but America didn't care. England broke off and bit down hard on America's neck like he was a frickin' vampire or something. America was about to say If you sparkle, the deal is off! except that he was broken off by the friction and the sheer pleasure of England grinding into him and licking his neck. He could feel England's erect cock through the barrier of their pants. Each and every time they rubbed together, America seemed to fall a little further in something. Pleasure, not-love and not-caring.
"Oh fuck it," England moaned. He ground into America so hard, America was sure there'd be bruises all over his ass from where he kept hitting the elevator. He wouldn't be surprised if they left dents in the elevator, to be honest. At this point all America could thing beyond the almost meditative nggnnn was the vague thought of You were always that hot teacher who I got secret hard ons for and had crushes on when I was young. You know the one but he didn't voice it because he never voiced those sorts of things, least of all to England. Also because forming coherent speech was kind of beyond him at the moment. He reached out-flailing, really-and cupped England's ass like a boss, one who happened to be French, apparently. America could say without a doubt that he had never been this turned on. England had a nice ass. The kind of ass that would make France go into full out sulk mode, for stealing his self proclaimed 'best ass in the world' crown. And his cock? Was not relative to his stature. At all.
Touching him like this just brought them together, harder and faster against each other. The numbers were coming up faster than America would've thought. He saw the little yellow dot going up and up. He was so close now, though. Not just to coming, but to England. He couldn't remember a time when they weren't yelling at each other. America felt brand new, and like he'd discovered something. The secret to world peace was apparently elevator sex. Maybe Germany really did have it in mind all along.
And then he was pulling in for one last deep kiss, one last grind. When he came, he was panting too hard to keep their lips locked together, but that only meant he was just far enough away to catch how green England's eyes were.
Funny, he hadn't thought of that since he was younger. A lot younger.
England brushed himself off, and didn't look at America.
"I still hate you," England said. He turned away as the elevator doors opened.
"Yeah, hate you too," America mumbled.
The door dinged as it opened, and England walked out without another word. America smoothed his hair back down (save for Nantucket, which not even France's best efforts and a bucket of hair gel could tame.) His clothes were bunched up and his shirt missing buttons, but he couldn't do anything about that. He tried to straighten his tie, but he was useless when it came to ties. He always had to ask Canada, France, or if they were speaking at that point, England. However, America just left it. If he was going to come in looking like he had just dry humped in an elevator, he was damn well going to do it all the way. Just for that he ran his hands through his hair to give the impression of sex hair.
America sniffed at his collar, and breathed in the scent of his new trademark body spray.
"Man, Axe really does work like in the commercials," America said.
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Repost due to mod deletion accident. Sorry for any confusion or comment loss. :)
Re: The Axe Effect 2/2
anonymous
January 31 2011, 10:47:00 UTC
lol reading this makes me laff and blush simultaneously. It is awesome~! XD I love ALL of America's inner thoughts!
Especially love this part: 'If he was going to come in looking like he had just dry humped in an elevator, he was damn well going to do it all the way. Just for that he ran his hands through his hair to give the impression of sex hair.' OH AMERICA <333 CAN I KEEP HIM?
Re: The Axe Effect 2/2
anonymous
January 31 2011, 23:27:42 UTC
Author!Anon! ILU <333
*bookmarks and saves*
You combined the perfect amount of crack and teh hawtness to bring about a vivid image of *this* certain Axe commercial I will always want to watch. I hope you de-anon soon so that I can stalk you!
"Oh fuck it," England moaned. He ground into America so hard, America was sure there'd be bruises all over his ass from where he kept hitting the elevator. He wouldn't be surprised if they left dents in the elevator, to be honest. At this point all America could thing beyond the almost meditative nggnnn was the vague thought of You were always that hot teacher who I got secret hard ons for and had crushes on when I was young. You know the one but he didn't voice it because he never voiced those sorts of things, least of all to England. Also because forming coherent speech was kind of beyond him at the moment. He reached out-flailing, really-and cupped England's ass like a boss, one who happened to be French, apparently. America could say without a doubt that he had never been this turned on. England had a nice ass. The kind of ass that would make France go into full out sulk mode, for stealing his self proclaimed 'best ass in the world' crown. And his cock? Was not relative to his stature. At all.
Touching him like this just brought them together, harder and faster against each other. The numbers were coming up faster than America would've thought. He saw the little yellow dot going up and up. He was so close now, though. Not just to coming, but to England. He couldn't remember a time when they weren't yelling at each other. America felt brand new, and like he'd discovered something. The secret to world peace was apparently elevator sex. Maybe Germany really did have it in mind all along.
And then he was pulling in for one last deep kiss, one last grind. When he came, he was panting too hard to keep their lips locked together, but that only meant he was just far enough away to catch how green England's eyes were.
Funny, he hadn't thought of that since he was younger. A lot younger.
England brushed himself off, and didn't look at America.
"I still hate you," England said. He turned away as the elevator doors opened.
"Yeah, hate you too," America mumbled.
The door dinged as it opened, and England walked out without another word. America smoothed his hair back down (save for Nantucket, which not even France's best efforts and a bucket of hair gel could tame.) His clothes were bunched up and his shirt missing buttons, but he couldn't do anything about that. He tried to straighten his tie, but he was useless when it came to ties. He always had to ask Canada, France, or if they were speaking at that point, England. However, America just left it. If he was going to come in looking like he had just dry humped in an elevator, he was damn well going to do it all the way. Just for that he ran his hands through his hair to give the impression of sex hair.
America sniffed at his collar, and breathed in the scent of his new trademark body spray.
"Man, Axe really does work like in the commercials," America said.
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Repost due to mod deletion accident. Sorry for any confusion or comment loss. :)
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Especially love this part: 'If he was going to come in looking like he had just dry humped in an elevator, he was damn well going to do it all the way. Just for that he ran his hands through his hair to give the impression of sex hair.' OH AMERICA <333 CAN I KEEP HIM?
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*bookmarks and saves*
You combined the perfect amount of crack and teh hawtness to bring about a vivid image of *this* certain Axe commercial I will always want to watch. I hope you de-anon soon so that I can stalk you!
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