I promised there would be fic!
It's Porn Battle time again! Unfortunately, my office is a guest room this week as a friend visits from California. She arrived yesterday and is staying through Saturday, so my writing time is limited. (At the top of my When Hubby Has a Job wishlist is a laptop, I swear.) I did, however, manage to squeeze in two short little pieces for the Battle before she arrived:
Magic - Tron '82, Alan/Kevin. Prompt: secret lab.
Summary: "This is where the magic happens" is a double-entendre.
and
The Contest - Tron: Legacy, Ed Junior/Sam. Prompts: cocky, bet
Summary: When he was 6 years old, Sam stole Junior's glasses. They've been in love at war ever since.
Sam Flynn had known he was gay since he was 6 years old and, rather than chasing his female peers around the playground, he stole Ed Dillinger, Junior’s glasses and ran away with them. Ed was 9 at the time, a fourth-grader, and well known as the kid whose dad was in jail for something the teachers whispered about as “white collar crime.” Junior himself was tall and lanky, and he’d only had the glasses for a week. Sam’s playful act wasn’t
considered flirty by others by any means - to his classmates, he was now the bravest first-grader on the playground, and to the teachers, he was trouble.
Twenty years later, he was both - brave, and trouble. And a bunch of other things. Cocky, for one. He got what he wanted.
Including Ed Dillinger, Junior.
That wasn’t exactly true, though. Sam and Junior had never quite outgrown their boyish games and endless competitions, and they fucked with all the pretense of two spoiled rich brats who wanted to hate each other no matter what they might feel to the contrary that got them naked in the first place. They were both caught between wanting to be affectionate with each other and wanting to prove they were each better than the other, forever leading them to moments like this one.
“Fifty bucks says I last longer in your mouth than you do in mine,” Sam panted between long, languishing kisses.
Not to disappoint, Junior narrowed his eyes. “Fifty? That’s pocket change for you, Flynn. Make it a hundred. And… the winner gets to finish off in the loser’s ass.”
Sam just smirked and cocked his head, leaning in for one last heady kiss before rotating to lock the two of them in a feverish 69.
It lasted almost 15 minutes - commendable, for two young and virile men such as they. In the end it came down to the fact that Ed was the better deepthroat and had longer arms. Sam couldn’t see the way Junior grinned devilishly around his cock as he pulled back and gave a few strokes
with his hand.
“Jaw getting tired, Dillinger? Ready to give up?”
“Hardly.” And then he swallowed Sam deep, working his throat at the same time that he raised one now-slick finger and circled, then penetrated, Sam’s entrance.
Sam gave a low moan around his own mouthful, and Junior hummed in satisfaction, working the finger around, then adding a second one,
stretching Sam open. His free hand came up to caress Sam’s balls, and that was it. Sam opened his mouth and gave a shout of completion as he shot thick ropes of cum down Junior’s throat, and Junior swallowed like a pro.
“You cheated,” Sam panted, a breathy accusation that didn’t carry much weight.
“There were no rules,” Junior reminded him as he renegotiated his position, rolling Sam to his stomach and kneeling behind him, one hand caressing his ass cheeks lightly. “Besides, aren’t you glad I stretched you out first? Don’t tell me you’d have wasted the time to do that for me.” He lined up as Sam looked back over his shoulder and gave a satisfied smirk at Sam’s silence. Then he thrust his hips forward and pushed inside.
When they fucked, there was very little talking, unless they were trading barbs. To say things like you feel so good or God, I love fucking you or even you’re so tight I’m not going to last… they both thought those things, but saying them was too much like handing out a compliment or admitting they enjoyed being with each other, and so they were never spoken.
At the brink of his orgasm, as Ed picked up his speed and slammed Sam six times in hard, quick succession, he wondered if that would ever change. He wondered if he wanted it to. And then he gave himself over to the bliss of creaming inside of Sam Flynn, owning him if only for a little while, and he knew it didn’t matter.
Afterward, they never cuddled. Sometimes, whoever didn’t live there would just get up and leave. Sometimes they swapped insults about each other’s manhood that sounded for all the world like they’d rather be confessing deep-seeded feelings of love and adoration. Sometimes, like today, they just laid there, both of them panting into the silent space of Sam’s apartment, thinking their private thoughts about how they each wished they had the courage to say I love you or to reach out and hold a hand, caress a cheek or cuddle close and hear a slowing heartbeat that wasn’t his own.
It never happened, but secretly, they both thought it would be nice to go first… and nicer to go second.
If anybody is interested in writing for the Battle, there's a whole slew of B5 prompts this go 'round... I was impressed! I intend to write on one of the J/D ones on Saturday, hopefully finishing up in time for the deadline.
Magic - Tron '82, Alan/Kevin. Prompt: secret lab.
Summary: "This is where the magic happens" is a double-entendre.
and
The Contest - Tron: Legacy, Ed Junior/Sam. Prompts: cocky, bet
Summary: When he was 6 years old, Sam stole Junior's glasses. They've been in love at war ever since.
Sam Flynn had known he was gay since he was 6 years old and, rather than chasing his female peers around the playground, he stole Ed Dillinger, Junior’s glasses and ran away with them. Ed was 9 at the time, a fourth-grader, and well known as the kid whose dad was in jail for something the teachers whispered about as “white collar crime.” Junior himself was tall and lanky, and he’d only had the glasses for a week. Sam’s playful act wasn’t
considered flirty by others by any means - to his classmates, he was now the bravest first-grader on the playground, and to the teachers, he was trouble.
Twenty years later, he was both - brave, and trouble. And a bunch of other things. Cocky, for one. He got what he wanted.
Including Ed Dillinger, Junior.
That wasn’t exactly true, though. Sam and Junior had never quite outgrown their boyish games and endless competitions, and they fucked with all the pretense of two spoiled rich brats who wanted to hate each other no matter what they might feel to the contrary that got them naked in the first place. They were both caught between wanting to be affectionate with each other and wanting to prove they were each better than the other, forever leading them to moments like this one.
“Fifty bucks says I last longer in your mouth than you do in mine,” Sam panted between long, languishing kisses.
Not to disappoint, Junior narrowed his eyes. “Fifty? That’s pocket change for you, Flynn. Make it a hundred. And… the winner gets to finish off in the loser’s ass.”
Sam just smirked and cocked his head, leaning in for one last heady kiss before rotating to lock the two of them in a feverish 69.
It lasted almost 15 minutes - commendable, for two young and virile men such as they. In the end it came down to the fact that Ed was the better deepthroat and had longer arms. Sam couldn’t see the way Junior grinned devilishly around his cock as he pulled back and gave a few strokes
with his hand.
“Jaw getting tired, Dillinger? Ready to give up?”
“Hardly.” And then he swallowed Sam deep, working his throat at the same time that he raised one now-slick finger and circled, then penetrated, Sam’s entrance.
Sam gave a low moan around his own mouthful, and Junior hummed in satisfaction, working the finger around, then adding a second one,
stretching Sam open. His free hand came up to caress Sam’s balls, and that was it. Sam opened his mouth and gave a shout of completion as he shot thick ropes of cum down Junior’s throat, and Junior swallowed like a pro.
“You cheated,” Sam panted, a breathy accusation that didn’t carry much weight.
“There were no rules,” Junior reminded him as he renegotiated his position, rolling Sam to his stomach and kneeling behind him, one hand caressing his ass cheeks lightly. “Besides, aren’t you glad I stretched you out first? Don’t tell me you’d have wasted the time to do that for me.” He lined up as Sam looked back over his shoulder and gave a satisfied smirk at Sam’s silence. Then he thrust his hips forward and pushed inside.
When they fucked, there was very little talking, unless they were trading barbs. To say things like you feel so good or God, I love fucking you or even you’re so tight I’m not going to last… they both thought those things, but saying them was too much like handing out a compliment or admitting they enjoyed being with each other, and so they were never spoken.
At the brink of his orgasm, as Ed picked up his speed and slammed Sam six times in hard, quick succession, he wondered if that would ever change. He wondered if he wanted it to. And then he gave himself over to the bliss of creaming inside of Sam Flynn, owning him if only for a little while, and he knew it didn’t matter.
Afterward, they never cuddled. Sometimes, whoever didn’t live there would just get up and leave. Sometimes they swapped insults about each other’s manhood that sounded for all the world like they’d rather be confessing deep-seeded feelings of love and adoration. Sometimes, like today, they just laid there, both of them panting into the silent space of Sam’s apartment, thinking their private thoughts about how they each wished they had the courage to say I love you or to reach out and hold a hand, caress a cheek or cuddle close and hear a slowing heartbeat that wasn’t his own.
It never happened, but secretly, they both thought it would be nice to go first… and nicer to go second.
If anybody is interested in writing for the Battle, there's a whole slew of B5 prompts this go 'round... I was impressed! I intend to write on one of the J/D ones on Saturday, hopefully finishing up in time for the deadline.