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Title: The Death of a Tie
Authors: issuchtodiefor, fnordine and pen_of_jen
Rating: NC-17 (rough smut, cussing)
Pairing: Anderson/Keith
Disclaimer: NOT OURS, NOT REAL...sad about it.
When Keith arrived at home, Anderson was on the couch, a cool expression of displeasure etched on his features. That usually meant the bigger man had done something wrong, and judging from the expression on Anderson's face, Keith had done something terrible.
"Ok, what?"
"Hmm?"
"What did I do now, Andy?"
"What makes you think you've done something?" Anderson asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes causing a stirring in Keith's belly.
"Because you look angry, that's why."
"I am NOT angry. Disappointed would be the best word."
"Can I make it up to you then?" Keith asked softly. Anderson stood up and closed the space between him and Keith quickly. The taller man leaned down, offering his lips for a kiss he hadn't expected to be so furious.
Anderson threaded his fingers through Keith's hair, deepening their kiss and deftly sliding his tongue against the older man's. His body tensed as he felt Keith begin to pull away, he was unwilling to break the moment and he closed in with greater force to continue dispensing his built up passion. Anderson curled his fingers, two three four, deftly around cool silk, jerking Keith forward as if on some sort of leash. Sighs were exchanged between wet lips, moans reverberated against palates, a chorus of promises held in a sharp breath. Keith could do little else but press inward, flush against Anderson's body, his pulse heady where their bodies aligned.
Keith temporarily considered fighting Anderson's new found hold on control, but his own desire spilled into the space between them as Anderson's grip tightened on his tie. "You really want to make it up to me?"
Keith mumbled low in his throat, "Mmmm..." it was an answer, the only one Keith was capable of at the moment, but also an invitation for Anderson to ask for more, to make any demand.
Keith's inability to deny the man before him anything coming across in the soft whimper that escaped his lips as Anderson closed his teeth around his earlobe and whispered, "Lose the suit, keep the tie, and come with me."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I want you to shut up and let me have my way." Anderson answered sharply, pulling Keith's jacket off and throwing it aside. "Bedroom."
There is a pause wherein Keith blinked, brow furrowing slightly as if in confusion. This passed quickly, however, and like a colt unused to it's legs he stumbled after Anderson's retreating figure, shedding clothes hastily along the way.
Anderson smiled, Keith's willingness to please him temporarily blocking his resolve to maintain control of his desire and of his lover. He turned when he reached their dresser, leaning against it as casually as possible. He smiled as Keith entered the room sliding the last of his clothes to the floor, his tie dangling loosely from his otherwise bare neck. "I thought I had made it clear to you that I hate that tie."
Keith shrugged, fingering the offensive object carefully and avoiding eye contact. "I like it."
"You have no taste," Anderson quickly shut him down. His voice softened as he stepped forward, his fingers once again curling around the silk. "Except of course in men."
Keith chuckled lightly, facing his smile at Anderson, his teeth worrying the inside of his cheek. "I'm sorry that I kept it after you told me you hated it."
"Not as sorry as you will be," Anderson whispered, a flash of need burned behind his clear blue eyes, a promise of punishment that would end pleasurably shared without another word as Anderson leaned forward until their lips met. The kiss was not unkind, though it has something a little too needy to be loving.
Keith whimpered, the kiss deepening as Anderson's empty fist closed tightly around his cock, squeezing it to the point of pain and refusing to back down as Keith squirmed hot under his touch. Anderson smiled, beginning to stroke Keith roughly, pumping his cock from base to head and alternating the pressure he applied. "Get the condom and lube." Anderson said, slowly stepping away and beginning to unbutton his own shirt as he watched Keith hurry to follow his commands.
Anderson chuckled, the soft noise spilling from his lips, the vibrations sliding through the air and stinging Keith's skin. "Keith," he whispered, "How long has it been since I fucked you?"
Keith swallowed the invisible cotton that seemed to be filling his mouth; Anderson had only ever topped once with him. It made so much more sense for Anderson to bottom, his appeal was tangled so tightly with his willingness to please Keith. "It's been...a long time."
"Keith, tell me that you want me to fuck you," Anderson said as casually as if he were ordering pizza. He released his cufflinks, and pressed his shirt over his shoulders. "Keith?"
Keith nodded, his tongue sliding across his lower lip. "I want you to fuck me."
Anderson smiled, stepping forward and kissing Keith lightly, removing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table. "Good," Anderson said, undoing his belt and sliding his pants and breifs to the floor, his cock springing against his stomach, already erect and seeping.
Anderson ran his soft fingers down Keith's cheek, the older man closing his eyes as he savored the sensation. "Do you want to be on your back, or on your knees?" Anderson asked, pressing his lips to Keith's jawline and sliding his tongue up Keith's neck until his teeth closed around the man's earlobe.
"On my..." Keith's breath caught in his throat, a stammer of gasps, "back. I want to watch you..."
Anderson giggled, sliding his hand down Keith's belly and slowly running his fingertips across Keith's length. "You want to watch me do what?"
"Fuck me," Keith growled, his need overwhelming his willingness to play along as he reached for Anderson's cock and began to stroke it.
Anderson closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Keith, why don't you suck my cock first...then I'll fuck you when I'm ready."
Keith smiled, pressing Anderson back and sliding onto the bed. Anderson straddled him, pressing his cock to his face and smiled as Keith's lips closed around the head, his tongue sliding smooth circles as his hands closed on Anderson's hips. Anderson slowly began to rock, forcing more and more of his cock into Keith's mouth. Keith's spit shining along his shaft as he slid past his lips. "Keith," Anderson said softly, "you look beautiful with my dick in your mouth."
Keith moaned a response, the vibrations pleasing Anderson enough that he sped his thrusts and caused Keith to gag several times before he pulled back. "I'm ready now Keith...are you ready for me?"
Keith rubbed his jaw, and smiled as he nodded. "Please."
Anderson picked up the condom and slid it onto his cock, reaching for the lube and pouring just a little bit onto his head. He slid his own fist down his cock, rubbing in the cool liquid and making sure he was coated. "Keith," he said. Keith stared at him, his only response a quick succession of blinks. "I don't think we need more lube than this...I think you might need to feel enough pressure to remind you that you are being punished." Keith's swallowed hard, fear and preparation for the coming pain filling his brain as he watched Anderson shift to position himself at Keith's entrance.
"Keith," Anderson whispered leaning down and capturing the man's lips, his soft touch reassuring his lover. "You'll tell me if you want me to stop, and I will." Keith nodded. Anderson smiled, kissing Keith again before he pressed forward, his head forcing its way into Keith and causing the man below him to buck at the sudden pressure. "Keith," Anderson whispered, pressing his palm flat to Keith's chest, "relax." He pressed forward, several inches burying within Keith, the friction almost enough to make him lose control.
He released his erection, sliding his now free hand over Keith's cock and beginning to pump it as he pressed forward within him. Keith cried out, the burning spreading up his spine as Anderson bottomed out deep inside of him. Anderson smiled at Keith's outburst, leaning down and kissing him as his hips began to pump slowly back and forth against him. "Do you want me to stop?" Anderson asked, his tongue tracing a small circle beneath Keith's ear.
"NO!" Keith yelped, rocking against him, "I want it...please keep going."
Anderson smiled, closing his teeth on the soft spot of Keith's skin before he pulled almost completely out of his lover and slammed back in rougher than even he had planned. Keith moaned, drawing blood from his lower lip as he bit down on it. Anderson began to thrust roughly and wildly within Keith, whimpers of his own spilling from his lips as Keith's muscles fought his every movement. Anderson reached for the lube, pouring more onto his cock as he pressed forward, the liquid burning as it hit Keith's already raw tissue but bringing with it the comfort of added ease.
Anderson closed his eyes and rocked his hips, his hand keeping the rhythm on Keith's cock and slowly milking an orgasm from the man beneath him. Keith whimpered, his body tightened and Anderson knew he was close, "Cum for me Keith," he whispered, his hand speeding its movements. "Cum for me."
Keith could hold out no longer, the double assault on his body making it impossible for him to cling to any shred of composure as he came hard: spraying over his stomach, Anderson's fist and Anderson's flat stomach still moving above him. "FUCK!" he repeated over and over, each pump within him revitalizing the orgasm as it washed over him and curled his toes.
Anderson smiled, pumping even harder and leaning his weight against Keith. Keith continued to whimper with each pounding assualt, continued to buck against him as he pulled back and plowed forward once more. "Keith," Anderson panted, "tell me you want me to keep fucking you."
"FUCK!" Keith yelled, "FUCK ME ANDY...FUCK ME!"
Anderson cried out, spilling his seed and growling Keith's name as he closed his fist around the tie, wet with their sweat and slick with Keith's juices spreading between their hot flesh as it slid together and apart.
He pulled from Keith and deftly discarded the condom.
Keith lay perfectly still, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. Anderson smiled, satisfied that his task had been completed. "Keith," he whispered leaning down and sliding the tie from around Keith's neck and running the soft material over his chest to remove Keith's cum from his body. He made sure Keith watched as he slid it down Keith's massive chest, wiping away every drop of fluid as he finally closed the wet silk around Keith's still very sensitive cock. "You will never wear this tie again."
Keith closed his eyes and nodded, more than happy to sacrifice the tie for the feelings of intense pleasure that continued to course through his veins as Anderson settled on the bed next to him.
Keith held Anderson tightly, his hands pressing their bodies together as the curled around the smaller man. It felt wonderful, having Anderson so close, his lips on Keith's neck, the feeling of breathing against his skin, legs tangled together. Keith wrinkled his nose in disgust, throwing the tie Anderson used to clean up both of them off the bed.
"So...Is it just the tie, or are you going to tell me what else I did to make you so disappointed?"
"Brown suit with the purple tie." Anderson mumbled sleepily against Keith's neck. "I've never seen anything that disgusting in my whole life.... It's going to give me nightmares for years... It was bad even for you."
"Hmmm..." Keith chuckled softly. "If you're gonna fuck me like this whenever I wear brown with purple... I may need to buy more brown suits and purple ties..." Anderson elbowed Keith, making him chuckle louder. "Tell me, Andy... What do you think of purple boxers?"
Anderson groaned, covering his head with a pillow as Keith pressed his lips against Anderson's shoulders in shaky kisses, his chuckle turning into a delighted laughter that fought the lingering whimpers for air space in their dark room.
Authors: issuchtodiefor, fnordine and pen_of_jen
Rating: NC-17 (rough smut, cussing)
Pairing: Anderson/Keith
Disclaimer: NOT OURS, NOT REAL...sad about it.
When Keith arrived at home, Anderson was on the couch, a cool expression of displeasure etched on his features. That usually meant the bigger man had done something wrong, and judging from the expression on Anderson's face, Keith had done something terrible.
"Ok, what?"
"Hmm?"
"What did I do now, Andy?"
"What makes you think you've done something?" Anderson asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes causing a stirring in Keith's belly.
"Because you look angry, that's why."
"I am NOT angry. Disappointed would be the best word."
"Can I make it up to you then?" Keith asked softly. Anderson stood up and closed the space between him and Keith quickly. The taller man leaned down, offering his lips for a kiss he hadn't expected to be so furious.
Anderson threaded his fingers through Keith's hair, deepening their kiss and deftly sliding his tongue against the older man's. His body tensed as he felt Keith begin to pull away, he was unwilling to break the moment and he closed in with greater force to continue dispensing his built up passion. Anderson curled his fingers, two three four, deftly around cool silk, jerking Keith forward as if on some sort of leash. Sighs were exchanged between wet lips, moans reverberated against palates, a chorus of promises held in a sharp breath. Keith could do little else but press inward, flush against Anderson's body, his pulse heady where their bodies aligned.
Keith temporarily considered fighting Anderson's new found hold on control, but his own desire spilled into the space between them as Anderson's grip tightened on his tie. "You really want to make it up to me?"
Keith mumbled low in his throat, "Mmmm..." it was an answer, the only one Keith was capable of at the moment, but also an invitation for Anderson to ask for more, to make any demand.
Keith's inability to deny the man before him anything coming across in the soft whimper that escaped his lips as Anderson closed his teeth around his earlobe and whispered, "Lose the suit, keep the tie, and come with me."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I want you to shut up and let me have my way." Anderson answered sharply, pulling Keith's jacket off and throwing it aside. "Bedroom."
There is a pause wherein Keith blinked, brow furrowing slightly as if in confusion. This passed quickly, however, and like a colt unused to it's legs he stumbled after Anderson's retreating figure, shedding clothes hastily along the way.
Anderson smiled, Keith's willingness to please him temporarily blocking his resolve to maintain control of his desire and of his lover. He turned when he reached their dresser, leaning against it as casually as possible. He smiled as Keith entered the room sliding the last of his clothes to the floor, his tie dangling loosely from his otherwise bare neck. "I thought I had made it clear to you that I hate that tie."
Keith shrugged, fingering the offensive object carefully and avoiding eye contact. "I like it."
"You have no taste," Anderson quickly shut him down. His voice softened as he stepped forward, his fingers once again curling around the silk. "Except of course in men."
Keith chuckled lightly, facing his smile at Anderson, his teeth worrying the inside of his cheek. "I'm sorry that I kept it after you told me you hated it."
"Not as sorry as you will be," Anderson whispered, a flash of need burned behind his clear blue eyes, a promise of punishment that would end pleasurably shared without another word as Anderson leaned forward until their lips met. The kiss was not unkind, though it has something a little too needy to be loving.
Keith whimpered, the kiss deepening as Anderson's empty fist closed tightly around his cock, squeezing it to the point of pain and refusing to back down as Keith squirmed hot under his touch. Anderson smiled, beginning to stroke Keith roughly, pumping his cock from base to head and alternating the pressure he applied. "Get the condom and lube." Anderson said, slowly stepping away and beginning to unbutton his own shirt as he watched Keith hurry to follow his commands.
Anderson chuckled, the soft noise spilling from his lips, the vibrations sliding through the air and stinging Keith's skin. "Keith," he whispered, "How long has it been since I fucked you?"
Keith swallowed the invisible cotton that seemed to be filling his mouth; Anderson had only ever topped once with him. It made so much more sense for Anderson to bottom, his appeal was tangled so tightly with his willingness to please Keith. "It's been...a long time."
"Keith, tell me that you want me to fuck you," Anderson said as casually as if he were ordering pizza. He released his cufflinks, and pressed his shirt over his shoulders. "Keith?"
Keith nodded, his tongue sliding across his lower lip. "I want you to fuck me."
Anderson smiled, stepping forward and kissing Keith lightly, removing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table. "Good," Anderson said, undoing his belt and sliding his pants and breifs to the floor, his cock springing against his stomach, already erect and seeping.
Anderson ran his soft fingers down Keith's cheek, the older man closing his eyes as he savored the sensation. "Do you want to be on your back, or on your knees?" Anderson asked, pressing his lips to Keith's jawline and sliding his tongue up Keith's neck until his teeth closed around the man's earlobe.
"On my..." Keith's breath caught in his throat, a stammer of gasps, "back. I want to watch you..."
Anderson giggled, sliding his hand down Keith's belly and slowly running his fingertips across Keith's length. "You want to watch me do what?"
"Fuck me," Keith growled, his need overwhelming his willingness to play along as he reached for Anderson's cock and began to stroke it.
Anderson closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Keith, why don't you suck my cock first...then I'll fuck you when I'm ready."
Keith smiled, pressing Anderson back and sliding onto the bed. Anderson straddled him, pressing his cock to his face and smiled as Keith's lips closed around the head, his tongue sliding smooth circles as his hands closed on Anderson's hips. Anderson slowly began to rock, forcing more and more of his cock into Keith's mouth. Keith's spit shining along his shaft as he slid past his lips. "Keith," Anderson said softly, "you look beautiful with my dick in your mouth."
Keith moaned a response, the vibrations pleasing Anderson enough that he sped his thrusts and caused Keith to gag several times before he pulled back. "I'm ready now Keith...are you ready for me?"
Keith rubbed his jaw, and smiled as he nodded. "Please."
Anderson picked up the condom and slid it onto his cock, reaching for the lube and pouring just a little bit onto his head. He slid his own fist down his cock, rubbing in the cool liquid and making sure he was coated. "Keith," he said. Keith stared at him, his only response a quick succession of blinks. "I don't think we need more lube than this...I think you might need to feel enough pressure to remind you that you are being punished." Keith's swallowed hard, fear and preparation for the coming pain filling his brain as he watched Anderson shift to position himself at Keith's entrance.
"Keith," Anderson whispered leaning down and capturing the man's lips, his soft touch reassuring his lover. "You'll tell me if you want me to stop, and I will." Keith nodded. Anderson smiled, kissing Keith again before he pressed forward, his head forcing its way into Keith and causing the man below him to buck at the sudden pressure. "Keith," Anderson whispered, pressing his palm flat to Keith's chest, "relax." He pressed forward, several inches burying within Keith, the friction almost enough to make him lose control.
He released his erection, sliding his now free hand over Keith's cock and beginning to pump it as he pressed forward within him. Keith cried out, the burning spreading up his spine as Anderson bottomed out deep inside of him. Anderson smiled at Keith's outburst, leaning down and kissing him as his hips began to pump slowly back and forth against him. "Do you want me to stop?" Anderson asked, his tongue tracing a small circle beneath Keith's ear.
"NO!" Keith yelped, rocking against him, "I want it...please keep going."
Anderson smiled, closing his teeth on the soft spot of Keith's skin before he pulled almost completely out of his lover and slammed back in rougher than even he had planned. Keith moaned, drawing blood from his lower lip as he bit down on it. Anderson began to thrust roughly and wildly within Keith, whimpers of his own spilling from his lips as Keith's muscles fought his every movement. Anderson reached for the lube, pouring more onto his cock as he pressed forward, the liquid burning as it hit Keith's already raw tissue but bringing with it the comfort of added ease.
Anderson closed his eyes and rocked his hips, his hand keeping the rhythm on Keith's cock and slowly milking an orgasm from the man beneath him. Keith whimpered, his body tightened and Anderson knew he was close, "Cum for me Keith," he whispered, his hand speeding its movements. "Cum for me."
Keith could hold out no longer, the double assault on his body making it impossible for him to cling to any shred of composure as he came hard: spraying over his stomach, Anderson's fist and Anderson's flat stomach still moving above him. "FUCK!" he repeated over and over, each pump within him revitalizing the orgasm as it washed over him and curled his toes.
Anderson smiled, pumping even harder and leaning his weight against Keith. Keith continued to whimper with each pounding assualt, continued to buck against him as he pulled back and plowed forward once more. "Keith," Anderson panted, "tell me you want me to keep fucking you."
"FUCK!" Keith yelled, "FUCK ME ANDY...FUCK ME!"
Anderson cried out, spilling his seed and growling Keith's name as he closed his fist around the tie, wet with their sweat and slick with Keith's juices spreading between their hot flesh as it slid together and apart.
He pulled from Keith and deftly discarded the condom.
Keith lay perfectly still, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. Anderson smiled, satisfied that his task had been completed. "Keith," he whispered leaning down and sliding the tie from around Keith's neck and running the soft material over his chest to remove Keith's cum from his body. He made sure Keith watched as he slid it down Keith's massive chest, wiping away every drop of fluid as he finally closed the wet silk around Keith's still very sensitive cock. "You will never wear this tie again."
Keith closed his eyes and nodded, more than happy to sacrifice the tie for the feelings of intense pleasure that continued to course through his veins as Anderson settled on the bed next to him.
Keith held Anderson tightly, his hands pressing their bodies together as the curled around the smaller man. It felt wonderful, having Anderson so close, his lips on Keith's neck, the feeling of breathing against his skin, legs tangled together. Keith wrinkled his nose in disgust, throwing the tie Anderson used to clean up both of them off the bed.
"So...Is it just the tie, or are you going to tell me what else I did to make you so disappointed?"
"Brown suit with the purple tie." Anderson mumbled sleepily against Keith's neck. "I've never seen anything that disgusting in my whole life.... It's going to give me nightmares for years... It was bad even for you."
"Hmmm..." Keith chuckled softly. "If you're gonna fuck me like this whenever I wear brown with purple... I may need to buy more brown suits and purple ties..." Anderson elbowed Keith, making him chuckle louder. "Tell me, Andy... What do you think of purple boxers?"
Anderson groaned, covering his head with a pillow as Keith pressed his lips against Anderson's shoulders in shaky kisses, his chuckle turning into a delighted laughter that fought the lingering whimpers for air space in their dark room.