[pornmas] day 24.
365 Gay Sharks
Day 358, Word Count: 586
Theme: December; Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Summary: "I really can't stay."
Fandom/Pairings: iCarly; Sam/Freddie
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: This is barely actual porn, I'm sorry. Today's soundtrack is Greta Salpeter & Thomas Dutton's Baby, It’s Cold Outside.
Disclaimer: oh god no.
Baby, it's cold outside.
"I really can't stay."
Sam twines her arms around Freddie's neck, bearing down on him. He manages to stay upright, but it's mostly from practice rather than strength.
"Baby, it's cold outside."
"I have to get back home," Freddie says, freeing himself from Sam's grip, "It's been great being here with you, though."
Catching Freddie's wrist, Sam smiles and covers it with hers. She manages a little bit of concern on her face when she says the next line.
"Baby, your hands are like ice."
Freddie pulls away only when he remembers, "My mother will start to worry."
"Freddie," Sam says, lips curling up, "what's your hurry?"
"My mother will be pacing the floor," Freddie manages, not looking at Sam, "So I'd really better go."
"Please don't go."
It's not acting when Sam touches her fingers to Freddie's face. The words are soft, not like they'd agreed, but Freddie's learned that Sam knows all the best ways to disarm him and she's not afraid to use them. It's not acting on his part either when he says the next line.
"Well," he hesitates, "maybe just a drink more."
Sam grins, "Put on some music, Freddie, and I'll get you a drink."
He does, hitting the keys on his laptop to pull it up and then sitting on the sofa. Sam returns after a second with a mug of hot cocoa, exactly the way he likes it, and he takes it. Freddie sips at it slowly and waits for Sam's next move. It comes when she straddles him, pressing their lips together. The hot chocolate is pressed between them, although Sam is careful not to spill it. Freddie pulls away.
"The neighbors might think," Freddie takes another sip and frowns, "Hey, what's in this? It tastes funny."
Sam shrugs, "Nothing. You know that your mother probably won't make it through this weather. Stay the night, Freddie."
She sets the cup aside, leaning in again. Freddie stops her with a hand on her chest.
"I should say no."
Sam chuckles, "You're not going to."
"I'm going to say that I tried."
Before Freddie can say anything, Sam presses their lips together. She grinds down on him and Freddie almost forgets that he's not supposed to be playing along. He struggles, succeeding in getting Sam off of him. He stands, not meeting her eye.
"I have to go."
Sam wraps her arms around Freddie, "Baby, it's cold outside. Stay the night."
"The answer is no."
Sam's lips are at Freddie's ear, "You don't really mean that."
"Lend me a coat," Freddie says instead of replying, "I know you have a boy's coat somewhere."
Pressing Freddie back down onto the couch, Sam runs her hands under Freddie's shirt. She puts her lips to Freddie's ear again.
"If you went out, you'd probably catch pneumonia and die," she says, "and then I'd have to bring you back to life and kill you again."
When her hands wander down, unbuttoning his pants, Freddie forgets to play along. He gives himself over, letting Sam pull his pants down and sink down onto him once she's rolled the condom on. Sam kisses him, and Freddie forgets to try and push her away, instead wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
No matter how many times that he and Sam play this game, Freddie is never able to remember his role all the way through.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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Day 358, Word Count: 586
Theme: December; Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Summary: "I really can't stay."
Fandom/Pairings: iCarly; Sam/Freddie
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: This is barely actual porn, I'm sorry. Today's soundtrack is Greta Salpeter & Thomas Dutton's Baby, It’s Cold Outside.
Disclaimer: oh god no.
Baby, it's cold outside.
"I really can't stay."
Sam twines her arms around Freddie's neck, bearing down on him. He manages to stay upright, but it's mostly from practice rather than strength.
"Baby, it's cold outside."
"I have to get back home," Freddie says, freeing himself from Sam's grip, "It's been great being here with you, though."
Catching Freddie's wrist, Sam smiles and covers it with hers. She manages a little bit of concern on her face when she says the next line.
"Baby, your hands are like ice."
Freddie pulls away only when he remembers, "My mother will start to worry."
"Freddie," Sam says, lips curling up, "what's your hurry?"
"My mother will be pacing the floor," Freddie manages, not looking at Sam, "So I'd really better go."
"Please don't go."
It's not acting when Sam touches her fingers to Freddie's face. The words are soft, not like they'd agreed, but Freddie's learned that Sam knows all the best ways to disarm him and she's not afraid to use them. It's not acting on his part either when he says the next line.
"Well," he hesitates, "maybe just a drink more."
Sam grins, "Put on some music, Freddie, and I'll get you a drink."
He does, hitting the keys on his laptop to pull it up and then sitting on the sofa. Sam returns after a second with a mug of hot cocoa, exactly the way he likes it, and he takes it. Freddie sips at it slowly and waits for Sam's next move. It comes when she straddles him, pressing their lips together. The hot chocolate is pressed between them, although Sam is careful not to spill it. Freddie pulls away.
"The neighbors might think," Freddie takes another sip and frowns, "Hey, what's in this? It tastes funny."
Sam shrugs, "Nothing. You know that your mother probably won't make it through this weather. Stay the night, Freddie."
She sets the cup aside, leaning in again. Freddie stops her with a hand on her chest.
"I should say no."
Sam chuckles, "You're not going to."
"I'm going to say that I tried."
Before Freddie can say anything, Sam presses their lips together. She grinds down on him and Freddie almost forgets that he's not supposed to be playing along. He struggles, succeeding in getting Sam off of him. He stands, not meeting her eye.
"I have to go."
Sam wraps her arms around Freddie, "Baby, it's cold outside. Stay the night."
"The answer is no."
Sam's lips are at Freddie's ear, "You don't really mean that."
"Lend me a coat," Freddie says instead of replying, "I know you have a boy's coat somewhere."
Pressing Freddie back down onto the couch, Sam runs her hands under Freddie's shirt. She puts her lips to Freddie's ear again.
"If you went out, you'd probably catch pneumonia and die," she says, "and then I'd have to bring you back to life and kill you again."
When her hands wander down, unbuttoning his pants, Freddie forgets to play along. He gives himself over, letting Sam pull his pants down and sink down onto him once she's rolled the condom on. Sam kisses him, and Freddie forgets to try and push her away, instead wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
No matter how many times that he and Sam play this game, Freddie is never able to remember his role all the way through.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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