PW, "Memories of Summer," Apollo/Klavier, NC-17
THIS IS THE HEALING COUNTERACTIVE SMUT THAT WILL MAKE UP FOR THE COMIC steam_pilot POSTED EARLIER. Because I say so. *emo*
If you're curious, you can find the comic here but before you EVEN THINK ABOUT CLICKING THAT LINK, let me warn you that the comic is VERY dark and VERY sad.
As well as awesomely executed and beautifully drawn. It wouldn't've gutted me like it did, had it not been so well done.
BUT STILL.
So this is for you, steam_pilot, 'cause you said you like fluff. I like fluff too. Let's all be fluffy! :D
Memories of Summer
by mistr3ss Quickly
Camping, Apollo explains to his lover as his back hits the soft vinyl of his sleeping-bag, is a family activity. One that moms and dads and brothers and sisters participate in during the summer when it's warm enough even after the sun goes down for everyone to sleep outside. One that involves tents and campfires and bug-bites and star-gazing and canoes and memories that will last forever.
Not memories of fucking like wild animals in the middle of the woods. Even though, yes, he'll probably remember doing just that until he's old and grey but still alive enough to blush about it.
Klavier says that's nice, baby and goes right back to fiddling with the button and zipper of Apollo's jeans.
So Apollo tries another tactic, desperation pitching his voice a bit higher than it should be, considering all the Chords of Steel training he's been through. He explains that they really shouldn't be doing what they're currently doing, because yes it's a private camping spot, but it's a public campground, and Mr. Wright will be arriving soon with Trucy, and really, having his little sister walk in on him while he's half-naked and hard and pinned unceremoniously under another man in a similar state would just ...
"Mmm, then we will have to go quickly, won't we baby?"
Apollo whines in frustration, his cock stiff when Klavier bares it to the warm air inside the tent they've just finished erecting together. Glares in frustration at his cock, even after Klavier has covered it, one long-fingered hand wrapped around the shaft.
Says no when Klavier asks if he really wants to stop, reminding him that stopping now will mean an entire weekend without sex. Glares at the triumphant grin spreading across the blonde's face and points to his traitorously stiff cock.
"Fine," he says. "If you want it so bad, give me a condom. I'll f-fuck you hard enough to last us both the weekend."
Klavier's grin falters. Morphs into something else entirely, something more genuine and no less enthusiastic.
"Ach, baby, you are always so full of surprises," he says, prowling forward to kiss Apollo on the forehead.
"Does that mean no?" Apollo asks.
Klavier gives his cock a squeeze, precome spilling out over his index finger when he tugs Apollo's foreskin down, past the head. "Nein," he says. "I would never say no to you, baby." A grin. "Just as you seem to never mean it when you say no to me, ja?"
Apollo feels his face heat. "I do mean it!" he says. "Just ... um. We should do this, if we're gonna be done by the time Mr. Wright gets here."
"Ah, of course," says Klavier, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, from which he produces a bottle of lubricant and a strip of six condoms, which he hands to his lover, whose eyes have gone very wide.
"Why do you have this many?" Apollo demands.
Klavier shrugs. "A motto of the young men in your country, baby," he says. "Always be prepared."
Apollo shakes his head and tears one packet away from the rest. "If Trucy finds these, Mr. Wright'll kill us, you know."
"Nein," Klavier says, giving Apollo's cock two slow tugs. "We will tell him that we are simply encouraging the little fräulein to respect the value of safe sex, ja?"
Apollo snorts, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I don't think that'll go over very well," he says. "But it's better than nothing."
He sets the condom aside and lubes his index finger, holding it up as he gives his lover an inquisitive look.
"Do you, um, want this, or not?"
"Mmm," says Klavier, stroking Apollo's cock, thumb swiping over the slickness leaking from the tip. "Of course."
Apollo frowns. "Then, um. Take your pants off so I can give it to you."
Klavier shivers and leans back, making a show of the hard length of his own erection trapped in his tight jeans as he unbuttons them and tugs down the zipper. Stands, stooping in the low tent, and wiggles his hips, shucking his jeans down his legs as gracefully as any man could be expected to do, stripping inside a tent.
"Like what you see, baby?" he says, turning to straddle Apollo's lap backwards, his ass rubbing gently against Apollo's abs.
Apollo swallows hard, opening him with his free hand and touching the tip of his lubricated finger to the tight pucker of the man's asshole. "Yes," he admits, pressing his finger in to the first knuckle, then deeper, twisting it a little just to make Klavier moan. "I do."
He doesn't take his time, wetting and stretching his lover. Doesn't wait for Klavier to swear in German and demand another finger before giving it to him, pushing his index and middle fingers inside only as slowly as he needs to, pushing until Klavier's muscles relent. Above him, Klavier pants and gasps and shivers, throwing his head back when Apollo grazes his prostate, long blonde hair tumbling down far enough that the ends trail through the lubricant smeared across his backside.
"Okay for three?" Apollo says, when his lover's noises have quieted to harsh, quick breath. "I don't want to, um. Hurt you or anything."
Klavier groans. "Mein Gott you are such a tease," he says. "I will take what I can be given, baby. Three of your wicked fingers or your-oh! Ah, fingers it is then, ja? Mmm."
Apollo bites his lip, face heating with embarrassment as his cock twitches, balls aching at the shameless display of pleasure his lover puts on for him. Pushes his fingers in slowly, twisting and scissoring, lube smearing across the back of his hand, making a mess of Klavier's firm, pale backside.
Only part of him that'll stay pale, spending the weekend outdoors, his brain supplies. Unless we can slip away from Mr. Wright and Truce long enough to go skinny-dipping ... he'd look so good, naked and wet and-
He pulls his fingers free, fast enough that Klavier grunts in discomfort, scolding him softly in German. Grabs the condom and tears it open with his teeth, too desperate to deal with the frustration of trying to tear the wrapper with his lube-sticky hand. Blushing under Klavier's breathless, heated gaze, he rolls the condom onto himself and smears lubricant down it, too horny to be embarrassed by the desperation he knows he's not concealing as he grabs Klavier's hips, pulling the man down onto his stiff cock.
"T-tell me if I'm hurting you," he whispers as Klavier's muscles tense around the very tip of him, squeezing spastically as the head of his cock slips slowly inside.
"Ngh, it is not painful, but it is too slow," Klavier moans. He spreads his thighs, braces his hands against the sleeping-bag.
A jolt of pure lust sizzles down Apollo's spine. He closes his eyes. Tightens his hands on his lover's hips.
"Okay," he says.
Then he bucks his hips, burying as much of himself inside his lover as he can manage before Klavier's body tightens around him, the singer crying out, too loudly but so raw and so good. Works himself in the rest of the way with little pushes of his hips, Klavier's thighs trembling under his hands as the singer pushes back against him, taking him fully inside.
"Gonna move," he warns, licking a line up Klavier's spine.
"Oh Gott yes," Klavier breathes.
He moans softly when Apollo pulls out and pushes back in, once, slow and steady. Moans a bit more loudly when Apollo does it again. Shifts to brace his feet against the slippery material of the sleeping-bag and moans brokenly as he lifts and lowers himself, riding Apollo in time with the rock of the younger man's hips.
Too loud for two men making love in a flimsy summer tent, too loud for a public campground, but it's so good that Apollo can't bring himself to care. It's tight and hot and slick, Klavier moving on him like he really was as desperately horny as he'd claimed when he pounced Apollo in the first place. Apollo moans softly when his lover tightens around him, tries to remember how to breathe, but then Klavier shifts and begins masturbating, tugging at himself like he can't bear not to come, and Apollo is lost.
He throws his head back and pushes his hips up, hard enough that Klavier squawks in surprise. Maybe unbalanced, maybe annoyed; Apollo doesn't care. He thrusts into his lover half a dozen times, tiny motions that makes his entire body sing with the tension of coming release, his balls drawing up tight just before it's over, semen flooding the condom inside his lover's tight, perfect ass. Pleasure so bright and so intense that he can't help but cry out, his throat raw when he's finished, gasping breath.
"Ah," he breathes, lowering his hips back down to the soft squish of the sleeping bag. "'m sorry, I came."
Klavier snorts, reaching between his own legs to grip the root of Apollo's cock, holding the condom in place as he pulls himself up, off of the younger man's length. Turns and faces Apollo, kneeling close enough that Apollo only has to duck down a little to lick at him, to suck him into his mouth.
"Mmm," Klavier sighs, rocking his hips gently. "Never feel sorry for your pleasure, baby. It is-ngh-always such a treat to see you fee-aah-feeling good, because of me."
Apollo looks up at him through his bangs. Hums quietly around the head of Klavier's erection before going back to sucking on it, his eyes closed as he concentrates on bringing his lover pleasure.
It doesn't take him long. Several hard sucks and a twist of his tongue around the head of Klavier's cock, and Klavier swears loudly, arching his back and pulling Apollo's hair in the way he does only when he's reached the peak of his pleasure. He whimpers through his orgasm, then strokes his hands through Apollo's hair, murmuring broken words of love as the younger man swallows him and licks him clean, then turns his attention to pulling the condom off of his own softening length, tying it off before it can make a mess.
"I love you, too," he says, when Klavier pulls him close and kisses him. "That was, um. Really good."
"Mmm, indeed," says Klavier. "You should resist me less when I make suggestions, baby. You always seem to enjoy it."
Apollo sighs. Looks around at the mess they've made, sweat and lubricant smeared on the sleeping-bag, clothes strewn about. A used condom and lube-sticky condom wrapper resting on the floor of the tent.
"Yeah, but," he says. "C'mon, we need to clean up before-"
The sound of his cellphone, ringing loudly in the pocket of his discarded pants, cuts him off and makes him jump, his face going scarlet as he grabs his pants and starts fumbling for the correct pocket. He manages to find it just as Klavier decides to bite him on the nipple, his startled yelp and spastic bid for escape saving him long enough for him to open his phone and answer the call.
"Hello? Oh, hi Mr. Wright. Yeah, we found the place okay and we've got the tent set up. Mmm-hmm. Oh! Well, um, no, you don't have t-what? No, I'm fine! Just, um ... we need you to stop somewhere. Yeah. For? Oh. Um."
Klavier grins and rolls onto his back, watching his lover. Folds his hands under his head, the very picture of satiation.
Apollo glares at him.
"Bring, um, gas. And a lighter. I forgot them. What? Oh! No, not ... no, lighter fluid, not gas. Haha. Huh? Nothing, I'm not distracted, I'm fi-AH!-fine. Right. We'll, um, see you when you get here. Bye!"
He closes his phone and smacks his lover on the chest, his phone dropping to the bottom of the tent as Klavier responds with a smack that leads to an all-out wrestling match, both of them sweaty and panting and grinning by the time Apollo gives up, pinned beneath Klavier's weight.
"Do we have time to make another memory, do you suppose?" he says, ducking down to lick sweat from the line of Apollo's collarbone. "Since, as you say, camping is for making memories?"
Apollo shivers, eyes slipping closed and throat working as he swallows. Hesitates, long enough for Klavier to move his kisses lower, tongue worrying one of the younger man's nipples.
"N-no," he says.
Klavier chuckles against his skin. "Are you sure, baby?"
Gets smacked for it, Apollo's attempt at a stern look only half effective when Klavier looks up at him, giving the younger man his best puppy-dog eyes.
"I'm sure," Apollo says. Then he smiles, leaning close to kiss the pout on Klavier's lips. "Not until we get home. It'll give you something to look forward to. 'kay?"
Klavier chuckles and nods, pulling his lover close and taking the kiss long. "Very well, Herr Insistent," he says. "If you insist."
~*~*~*~
By the time Mr. Wright and Trucy arrive, Apollo is still insisting. He squawks like a grandmother when his mentor opens the tent flap and looks inside, scrambles for his clothes while Mr. Wright coughs and excuses himself, dragging Trucy away to "go have a look at the lake."
It's two full weeks before Klavier is forgiven and another week after that before Apollo stops blushing, but the memory remains, vividly, as one none of them will ever forget.
In case you've not read the comic linked at the top, you should know that the title of it is "Gas and a Lighter," so that's the joke. And really, c'mon, steel yourself up and read the comic. It's gut-wrenching, but amazing. ♥
Also, I posted this to the kink meme, here.
If you're curious, you can find the comic here but before you EVEN THINK ABOUT CLICKING THAT LINK, let me warn you that the comic is VERY dark and VERY sad.
As well as awesomely executed and beautifully drawn. It wouldn't've gutted me like it did, had it not been so well done.
BUT STILL.
So this is for you, steam_pilot, 'cause you said you like fluff. I like fluff too. Let's all be fluffy! :D
Memories of Summer
by mistr3ss Quickly
Camping, Apollo explains to his lover as his back hits the soft vinyl of his sleeping-bag, is a family activity. One that moms and dads and brothers and sisters participate in during the summer when it's warm enough even after the sun goes down for everyone to sleep outside. One that involves tents and campfires and bug-bites and star-gazing and canoes and memories that will last forever.
Not memories of fucking like wild animals in the middle of the woods. Even though, yes, he'll probably remember doing just that until he's old and grey but still alive enough to blush about it.
Klavier says that's nice, baby and goes right back to fiddling with the button and zipper of Apollo's jeans.
So Apollo tries another tactic, desperation pitching his voice a bit higher than it should be, considering all the Chords of Steel training he's been through. He explains that they really shouldn't be doing what they're currently doing, because yes it's a private camping spot, but it's a public campground, and Mr. Wright will be arriving soon with Trucy, and really, having his little sister walk in on him while he's half-naked and hard and pinned unceremoniously under another man in a similar state would just ...
"Mmm, then we will have to go quickly, won't we baby?"
Apollo whines in frustration, his cock stiff when Klavier bares it to the warm air inside the tent they've just finished erecting together. Glares in frustration at his cock, even after Klavier has covered it, one long-fingered hand wrapped around the shaft.
Says no when Klavier asks if he really wants to stop, reminding him that stopping now will mean an entire weekend without sex. Glares at the triumphant grin spreading across the blonde's face and points to his traitorously stiff cock.
"Fine," he says. "If you want it so bad, give me a condom. I'll f-fuck you hard enough to last us both the weekend."
Klavier's grin falters. Morphs into something else entirely, something more genuine and no less enthusiastic.
"Ach, baby, you are always so full of surprises," he says, prowling forward to kiss Apollo on the forehead.
"Does that mean no?" Apollo asks.
Klavier gives his cock a squeeze, precome spilling out over his index finger when he tugs Apollo's foreskin down, past the head. "Nein," he says. "I would never say no to you, baby." A grin. "Just as you seem to never mean it when you say no to me, ja?"
Apollo feels his face heat. "I do mean it!" he says. "Just ... um. We should do this, if we're gonna be done by the time Mr. Wright gets here."
"Ah, of course," says Klavier, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, from which he produces a bottle of lubricant and a strip of six condoms, which he hands to his lover, whose eyes have gone very wide.
"Why do you have this many?" Apollo demands.
Klavier shrugs. "A motto of the young men in your country, baby," he says. "Always be prepared."
Apollo shakes his head and tears one packet away from the rest. "If Trucy finds these, Mr. Wright'll kill us, you know."
"Nein," Klavier says, giving Apollo's cock two slow tugs. "We will tell him that we are simply encouraging the little fräulein to respect the value of safe sex, ja?"
Apollo snorts, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I don't think that'll go over very well," he says. "But it's better than nothing."
He sets the condom aside and lubes his index finger, holding it up as he gives his lover an inquisitive look.
"Do you, um, want this, or not?"
"Mmm," says Klavier, stroking Apollo's cock, thumb swiping over the slickness leaking from the tip. "Of course."
Apollo frowns. "Then, um. Take your pants off so I can give it to you."
Klavier shivers and leans back, making a show of the hard length of his own erection trapped in his tight jeans as he unbuttons them and tugs down the zipper. Stands, stooping in the low tent, and wiggles his hips, shucking his jeans down his legs as gracefully as any man could be expected to do, stripping inside a tent.
"Like what you see, baby?" he says, turning to straddle Apollo's lap backwards, his ass rubbing gently against Apollo's abs.
Apollo swallows hard, opening him with his free hand and touching the tip of his lubricated finger to the tight pucker of the man's asshole. "Yes," he admits, pressing his finger in to the first knuckle, then deeper, twisting it a little just to make Klavier moan. "I do."
He doesn't take his time, wetting and stretching his lover. Doesn't wait for Klavier to swear in German and demand another finger before giving it to him, pushing his index and middle fingers inside only as slowly as he needs to, pushing until Klavier's muscles relent. Above him, Klavier pants and gasps and shivers, throwing his head back when Apollo grazes his prostate, long blonde hair tumbling down far enough that the ends trail through the lubricant smeared across his backside.
"Okay for three?" Apollo says, when his lover's noises have quieted to harsh, quick breath. "I don't want to, um. Hurt you or anything."
Klavier groans. "Mein Gott you are such a tease," he says. "I will take what I can be given, baby. Three of your wicked fingers or your-oh! Ah, fingers it is then, ja? Mmm."
Apollo bites his lip, face heating with embarrassment as his cock twitches, balls aching at the shameless display of pleasure his lover puts on for him. Pushes his fingers in slowly, twisting and scissoring, lube smearing across the back of his hand, making a mess of Klavier's firm, pale backside.
Only part of him that'll stay pale, spending the weekend outdoors, his brain supplies. Unless we can slip away from Mr. Wright and Truce long enough to go skinny-dipping ... he'd look so good, naked and wet and-
He pulls his fingers free, fast enough that Klavier grunts in discomfort, scolding him softly in German. Grabs the condom and tears it open with his teeth, too desperate to deal with the frustration of trying to tear the wrapper with his lube-sticky hand. Blushing under Klavier's breathless, heated gaze, he rolls the condom onto himself and smears lubricant down it, too horny to be embarrassed by the desperation he knows he's not concealing as he grabs Klavier's hips, pulling the man down onto his stiff cock.
"T-tell me if I'm hurting you," he whispers as Klavier's muscles tense around the very tip of him, squeezing spastically as the head of his cock slips slowly inside.
"Ngh, it is not painful, but it is too slow," Klavier moans. He spreads his thighs, braces his hands against the sleeping-bag.
A jolt of pure lust sizzles down Apollo's spine. He closes his eyes. Tightens his hands on his lover's hips.
"Okay," he says.
Then he bucks his hips, burying as much of himself inside his lover as he can manage before Klavier's body tightens around him, the singer crying out, too loudly but so raw and so good. Works himself in the rest of the way with little pushes of his hips, Klavier's thighs trembling under his hands as the singer pushes back against him, taking him fully inside.
"Gonna move," he warns, licking a line up Klavier's spine.
"Oh Gott yes," Klavier breathes.
He moans softly when Apollo pulls out and pushes back in, once, slow and steady. Moans a bit more loudly when Apollo does it again. Shifts to brace his feet against the slippery material of the sleeping-bag and moans brokenly as he lifts and lowers himself, riding Apollo in time with the rock of the younger man's hips.
Too loud for two men making love in a flimsy summer tent, too loud for a public campground, but it's so good that Apollo can't bring himself to care. It's tight and hot and slick, Klavier moving on him like he really was as desperately horny as he'd claimed when he pounced Apollo in the first place. Apollo moans softly when his lover tightens around him, tries to remember how to breathe, but then Klavier shifts and begins masturbating, tugging at himself like he can't bear not to come, and Apollo is lost.
He throws his head back and pushes his hips up, hard enough that Klavier squawks in surprise. Maybe unbalanced, maybe annoyed; Apollo doesn't care. He thrusts into his lover half a dozen times, tiny motions that makes his entire body sing with the tension of coming release, his balls drawing up tight just before it's over, semen flooding the condom inside his lover's tight, perfect ass. Pleasure so bright and so intense that he can't help but cry out, his throat raw when he's finished, gasping breath.
"Ah," he breathes, lowering his hips back down to the soft squish of the sleeping bag. "'m sorry, I came."
Klavier snorts, reaching between his own legs to grip the root of Apollo's cock, holding the condom in place as he pulls himself up, off of the younger man's length. Turns and faces Apollo, kneeling close enough that Apollo only has to duck down a little to lick at him, to suck him into his mouth.
"Mmm," Klavier sighs, rocking his hips gently. "Never feel sorry for your pleasure, baby. It is-ngh-always such a treat to see you fee-aah-feeling good, because of me."
Apollo looks up at him through his bangs. Hums quietly around the head of Klavier's erection before going back to sucking on it, his eyes closed as he concentrates on bringing his lover pleasure.
It doesn't take him long. Several hard sucks and a twist of his tongue around the head of Klavier's cock, and Klavier swears loudly, arching his back and pulling Apollo's hair in the way he does only when he's reached the peak of his pleasure. He whimpers through his orgasm, then strokes his hands through Apollo's hair, murmuring broken words of love as the younger man swallows him and licks him clean, then turns his attention to pulling the condom off of his own softening length, tying it off before it can make a mess.
"I love you, too," he says, when Klavier pulls him close and kisses him. "That was, um. Really good."
"Mmm, indeed," says Klavier. "You should resist me less when I make suggestions, baby. You always seem to enjoy it."
Apollo sighs. Looks around at the mess they've made, sweat and lubricant smeared on the sleeping-bag, clothes strewn about. A used condom and lube-sticky condom wrapper resting on the floor of the tent.
"Yeah, but," he says. "C'mon, we need to clean up before-"
The sound of his cellphone, ringing loudly in the pocket of his discarded pants, cuts him off and makes him jump, his face going scarlet as he grabs his pants and starts fumbling for the correct pocket. He manages to find it just as Klavier decides to bite him on the nipple, his startled yelp and spastic bid for escape saving him long enough for him to open his phone and answer the call.
"Hello? Oh, hi Mr. Wright. Yeah, we found the place okay and we've got the tent set up. Mmm-hmm. Oh! Well, um, no, you don't have t-what? No, I'm fine! Just, um ... we need you to stop somewhere. Yeah. For? Oh. Um."
Klavier grins and rolls onto his back, watching his lover. Folds his hands under his head, the very picture of satiation.
Apollo glares at him.
"Bring, um, gas. And a lighter. I forgot them. What? Oh! No, not ... no, lighter fluid, not gas. Haha. Huh? Nothing, I'm not distracted, I'm fi-AH!-fine. Right. We'll, um, see you when you get here. Bye!"
He closes his phone and smacks his lover on the chest, his phone dropping to the bottom of the tent as Klavier responds with a smack that leads to an all-out wrestling match, both of them sweaty and panting and grinning by the time Apollo gives up, pinned beneath Klavier's weight.
"Do we have time to make another memory, do you suppose?" he says, ducking down to lick sweat from the line of Apollo's collarbone. "Since, as you say, camping is for making memories?"
Apollo shivers, eyes slipping closed and throat working as he swallows. Hesitates, long enough for Klavier to move his kisses lower, tongue worrying one of the younger man's nipples.
"N-no," he says.
Klavier chuckles against his skin. "Are you sure, baby?"
Gets smacked for it, Apollo's attempt at a stern look only half effective when Klavier looks up at him, giving the younger man his best puppy-dog eyes.
"I'm sure," Apollo says. Then he smiles, leaning close to kiss the pout on Klavier's lips. "Not until we get home. It'll give you something to look forward to. 'kay?"
Klavier chuckles and nods, pulling his lover close and taking the kiss long. "Very well, Herr Insistent," he says. "If you insist."
~*~*~*~
By the time Mr. Wright and Trucy arrive, Apollo is still insisting. He squawks like a grandmother when his mentor opens the tent flap and looks inside, scrambles for his clothes while Mr. Wright coughs and excuses himself, dragging Trucy away to "go have a look at the lake."
It's two full weeks before Klavier is forgiven and another week after that before Apollo stops blushing, but the memory remains, vividly, as one none of them will ever forget.
In case you've not read the comic linked at the top, you should know that the title of it is "Gas and a Lighter," so that's the joke. And really, c'mon, steel yourself up and read the comic. It's gut-wrenching, but amazing. ♥
Also, I posted this to the kink meme, here.