Fanfiction: Hamish & Andy
Title: In the Caravan
Author: serellie
Pairing: Andy/Hamish
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,500
Genre: PWP
Warning: There is no penetrative sex, but, this is still otherwise explicit in nature.
Summary: This is a deleted scene from a story currently a work in progress set during the American Caravan of Courage. It takes place after their last broadcast of their radio show when Andy made Hamish stay outside with other caravaners, naked, for Fred Basset. Hamish was rightfully spanked, pinched, and fondled, of course.
Disclaimer: Hamish and Andy, if you ever read this, I am sorry. I am so, so, sorry.
After they thank the crowd outside for their help with that week's Fred Basset segment-Hamish a little begrudgingly-Hamish zips down to the shower stalls for a quick shower as Andy, Sam, and Patrick pack up the sound equipment for the last time.
When Hamish returns, it’s to a quiet and dark caravan. Andy sniggers to himself as Hamish stumbles about in the dark whispering his name. Andy lies upon his bed with his thick cock in hand, his naked body bathed in halogen light sliced through the blinds, waiting.
Hamish finds him.
Hamish prowls across the bed towards Andy and flops down next to him. They lie together, inches apart, staring into each other. Andy can feel the heat from Hamish’s body. He brushes a hand against Hamish’s cheek, and then trails fingers along his neck down to his chest. The fabric of the caravan suit feels rough against Andy’s sensitive fingertips. He tugs on the zipper of Hamish’s suit until the zipper purrs in his fingers.
Andy whispers, “Get that off.” Hamish does so swiftly, causing the caravan to rock slightly and Andy to giggle as Hamish divests himself of everything.
Hamish reaches for the lotion laying beside Andy and squirts a liberal dollop into his palm. He slowly reaches over and grasps Andy’s cock in both hands, massaging its length with surprising concentration. Andy sighs.
“Oh, fuck, I’ve been looking forward to this all day," says Andy.
“What, me jerking you off?” Hamish asks with a quirked eyebrow.
“Yes.” Hamish swallows.
He removes his hands from Andy’s groin and closes in on Andy’s lips, his hands slipping all over Andy’s chest, kneading Andy’s soft pectorals.
Hamish swings his legs over and settles upon Andy’s hips, Andy’s erection trapped between Hamish’s legs. Hamish renews their kiss and they roll their hips together, both eliciting soft moans.
Andy pulls away first. “Your cheeks still red?” he whispers.
Hamish looks at him quizzically. “So are yours.”
“No, your ass cheeks.” Andy wriggles his arms out from under Hamish and grabs both buttocks and squeezes. “These,” he says with an impish grin.
“Oh. Dunno. They don’t sting anymore.”
“Roll over,” Andy says, his expression purposefully blank.
Hamish stares at him for a moment, but slides off Andy with a groan.
“I said, ‘roll over.’” Andy swats at Hamish’s chest. Hamish obliges, his head lying upon his arms. Andy settles down near the bottom half of Hamish.
“Hmm…” Andy says noncommittally as he inspects one cheek. It’s pink, as far as Andy can tell in the murky light, and probably a little tender. Andy gifts it a light smack. Hamish flinches, but says nothing. Andy tries the other cheek, but a little harder this time. Hamish flinches again, but is still silent.
Andy desires, no needs to hear Hamish moan. He glides his hands over Hamish’s heated flesh, his hands still slightly slick with lotion. And then smack! Another flinch, but Hamish remains stubbornly silent.
Andy asks Hamish to spread his legs. He runs his fingers up the inside of Hamish’s thigh. He can feel Hamish tense more as he nears his apex. Andy lightly brushes over his scrotum fleetingly and skitters back down the other leg. Andy shifts upwards and begins to massage Hamish’s back with slow, deep movements. Although he had laughed heartily at the time, Andy did feel a little guilty for placing Hamish in that situation today with the other caravan-park inhabitants. Hamish was not the most comfortable individual about his own body.
Andy works his way down Hamish’s back. Hamish’s breathing is slow and deep and his muscles are malleable under Andy’s fingers. There’s a warmth burning within Andy. It’s been growing for days, but Andy couldn’t attribute it to anything in particular, but now, as he leans over his best mate, doing his best to make him just feel good, he can pin it to something. And that feels strange and comforting, knowing something in this oasis of uncertainty. Andy smiles, and leans over and lightly kisses the bottom of Hamish’s spine.
He could just curl up against Hamish and be content, but Andy hasn’t forgotten his earlier determination to hear Hamish moan. Andy grabs more lotion and begins on Hamish’s tender cheeks. He kneads the flesh thoroughly and roughly, feeling arousal spill back into his blood. His fingers brush over Hamish’s ballsack once again, and Andy swears he heard Hamish’s breath catch. But not a moan.
Andy drags a slick finger up from Hamish’s testicles and through his cleft, slowly and deliberately. He feels puckered flesh. Andy feels Hamish shiver. He runs his finger over the area again, spreading lotion around the opening. He can hear Hamish swallow. Andy tries a little pressure, and is surprised when the pucker opens up for him. He slips the tip of his finger just into the second sphincter, but Andy can already feel how tight it is. Andy looks up to Hamish, nervous and uncertain, but of course, Andy can’t see Hamish’s face.
Andy nibbles at his bottom lip, his finger still wedged into Hamish’s opening, trying to decide whether to continue further. Hamish wiggles in encouragement. Andy smirks, and pushes further, the second sphincter opening for him. His finger slips inside. It’s so tight and hot. Gah. Andy saws his finger back and forth, watching Hamish’s opening consume his finger with wonder.
“How the fuck do you fit a cock in there?”
“It does,” Hamish says thickly as if he hasn’t spoken in days.
“Yeah? You tried that too?”
“Yeah. Once.”
“Feel good?”
“No…not at first. And then… yeah.”
Andy’s cheeks are burning in the cool air, and his renewed erection is sitting heavy in his lap. “Can I try another one?” he asks, feeling the danger in his words.
“Ye-eah,” Hamish voice cracks. “Just, uh, get some more lotion, and go slow. It’s been a while.”
Andy nods, forgetting Hamish can’t see him. Andy’s throat is dry.
His hands tremble slightly as he grabs the lotion bottle, squirting a bead onto his finger. He rubs it around Hamish’s opening, and presses the same finger in again, then, when he thinks Hamish is loose enough, he attempts a second. There’s more resistance this time and it’s oh, so tight.
He’s only up to his first knuckle when Hamish asks him to stop.
“No, it’s fine, just, let me turn over.”
Andy slips his fingers out as Hamish flops onto his back. It feels strange to be looking in Hamish’s eye.
“Hello, gorgeous,” says Hamish.
“Hello,” Andy replies lamely. But he smiles, and Hamish smiles back.
Hamish opens his legs invitingly, and Andy positions himself between Hamish’s knees. Andy is slightly startled to see Hamish’s hard-on bouncing between his legs, its head slick.
Andy tries the first finger again, this time able to monitor Hamish’s face. Hamish bites his lip, but nods to Andy to continue. Andy tries the second finger and it goes in and Hamish’s eyes go wide.
“Oh, fuck,” they both say in unison, and giggle sheepishly.
“You are so fucking tight.”
“Yeah. Move it in and out a little, yeah, like that.” Andy pistons his fingers in and out slowly.
“Curl your fingers a little. Yeah, like-Oh. Fuck.” Hamish moans and throws his head back. “Fuck, yeah, there.”
Andy rubs his fingers over a small, spongy spot inside Hamish. Hamish keens, and to Andy’s amusement and arousal, Hamish’s erection bobs by itself.
“Feel good?” Andy asks with a grin.
“Oh, god, keep doing that.” Hamish begins to fist his hard cock with hard jerks and gives hard grunts. His hips are rocking into Andy’s fingers. Andy’s breath is shallow with arousal.
“Andy, fuck, harder.”
Andy can feel Hamish’s sphincters contract around his fingers and Hamish’s balls spasm before he hears that long, guttural moan, and sees Hamish come. Semen splashes onto Hamish's belly, a few beads landing on his chest. Andy pulls his fingers out and wipes them on Hamish’s towel. He crawls up to Hamish, inspecting his spent bedfellow.
“So,” Andy runs his fingers through the come on Hamish’s chest, “that was good, yeah?”
With surprisingly deft movements, Hamish turns over and pins Andy to the bed. Andy struggles with half efforts.
Hamish licks along Andy’s jawline.
“That was beautiful, you tease. I’ll pay you back, ‘kay?” Andy blushes. He doesn’t know why, considering how intimate with Hamish’s body he was only moments before.
Hamish slinks down Andy’s body and takes Andy’s weeping head in his mouth. It is all Andy can do to stop himself from fisting his hand in Hamish’s hair and fucking that delicious mouth of his. But, Andy is soon coming and moaning and thrashing and sighing and kissing and finally, sleeping.
Author: serellie
Pairing: Andy/Hamish
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,500
Genre: PWP
Warning: There is no penetrative sex, but, this is still otherwise explicit in nature.
Summary: This is a deleted scene from a story currently a work in progress set during the American Caravan of Courage. It takes place after their last broadcast of their radio show when Andy made Hamish stay outside with other caravaners, naked, for Fred Basset. Hamish was rightfully spanked, pinched, and fondled, of course.
Disclaimer: Hamish and Andy, if you ever read this, I am sorry. I am so, so, sorry.
After they thank the crowd outside for their help with that week's Fred Basset segment-Hamish a little begrudgingly-Hamish zips down to the shower stalls for a quick shower as Andy, Sam, and Patrick pack up the sound equipment for the last time.
When Hamish returns, it’s to a quiet and dark caravan. Andy sniggers to himself as Hamish stumbles about in the dark whispering his name. Andy lies upon his bed with his thick cock in hand, his naked body bathed in halogen light sliced through the blinds, waiting.
Hamish finds him.
Hamish prowls across the bed towards Andy and flops down next to him. They lie together, inches apart, staring into each other. Andy can feel the heat from Hamish’s body. He brushes a hand against Hamish’s cheek, and then trails fingers along his neck down to his chest. The fabric of the caravan suit feels rough against Andy’s sensitive fingertips. He tugs on the zipper of Hamish’s suit until the zipper purrs in his fingers.
Andy whispers, “Get that off.” Hamish does so swiftly, causing the caravan to rock slightly and Andy to giggle as Hamish divests himself of everything.
Hamish reaches for the lotion laying beside Andy and squirts a liberal dollop into his palm. He slowly reaches over and grasps Andy’s cock in both hands, massaging its length with surprising concentration. Andy sighs.
“Oh, fuck, I’ve been looking forward to this all day," says Andy.
“What, me jerking you off?” Hamish asks with a quirked eyebrow.
“Yes.” Hamish swallows.
He removes his hands from Andy’s groin and closes in on Andy’s lips, his hands slipping all over Andy’s chest, kneading Andy’s soft pectorals.
Hamish swings his legs over and settles upon Andy’s hips, Andy’s erection trapped between Hamish’s legs. Hamish renews their kiss and they roll their hips together, both eliciting soft moans.
Andy pulls away first. “Your cheeks still red?” he whispers.
Hamish looks at him quizzically. “So are yours.”
“No, your ass cheeks.” Andy wriggles his arms out from under Hamish and grabs both buttocks and squeezes. “These,” he says with an impish grin.
“Oh. Dunno. They don’t sting anymore.”
“Roll over,” Andy says, his expression purposefully blank.
Hamish stares at him for a moment, but slides off Andy with a groan.
“I said, ‘roll over.’” Andy swats at Hamish’s chest. Hamish obliges, his head lying upon his arms. Andy settles down near the bottom half of Hamish.
“Hmm…” Andy says noncommittally as he inspects one cheek. It’s pink, as far as Andy can tell in the murky light, and probably a little tender. Andy gifts it a light smack. Hamish flinches, but says nothing. Andy tries the other cheek, but a little harder this time. Hamish flinches again, but is still silent.
Andy desires, no needs to hear Hamish moan. He glides his hands over Hamish’s heated flesh, his hands still slightly slick with lotion. And then smack! Another flinch, but Hamish remains stubbornly silent.
Andy asks Hamish to spread his legs. He runs his fingers up the inside of Hamish’s thigh. He can feel Hamish tense more as he nears his apex. Andy lightly brushes over his scrotum fleetingly and skitters back down the other leg. Andy shifts upwards and begins to massage Hamish’s back with slow, deep movements. Although he had laughed heartily at the time, Andy did feel a little guilty for placing Hamish in that situation today with the other caravan-park inhabitants. Hamish was not the most comfortable individual about his own body.
Andy works his way down Hamish’s back. Hamish’s breathing is slow and deep and his muscles are malleable under Andy’s fingers. There’s a warmth burning within Andy. It’s been growing for days, but Andy couldn’t attribute it to anything in particular, but now, as he leans over his best mate, doing his best to make him just feel good, he can pin it to something. And that feels strange and comforting, knowing something in this oasis of uncertainty. Andy smiles, and leans over and lightly kisses the bottom of Hamish’s spine.
He could just curl up against Hamish and be content, but Andy hasn’t forgotten his earlier determination to hear Hamish moan. Andy grabs more lotion and begins on Hamish’s tender cheeks. He kneads the flesh thoroughly and roughly, feeling arousal spill back into his blood. His fingers brush over Hamish’s ballsack once again, and Andy swears he heard Hamish’s breath catch. But not a moan.
Andy drags a slick finger up from Hamish’s testicles and through his cleft, slowly and deliberately. He feels puckered flesh. Andy feels Hamish shiver. He runs his finger over the area again, spreading lotion around the opening. He can hear Hamish swallow. Andy tries a little pressure, and is surprised when the pucker opens up for him. He slips the tip of his finger just into the second sphincter, but Andy can already feel how tight it is. Andy looks up to Hamish, nervous and uncertain, but of course, Andy can’t see Hamish’s face.
Andy nibbles at his bottom lip, his finger still wedged into Hamish’s opening, trying to decide whether to continue further. Hamish wiggles in encouragement. Andy smirks, and pushes further, the second sphincter opening for him. His finger slips inside. It’s so tight and hot. Gah. Andy saws his finger back and forth, watching Hamish’s opening consume his finger with wonder.
“How the fuck do you fit a cock in there?”
“It does,” Hamish says thickly as if he hasn’t spoken in days.
“Yeah? You tried that too?”
“Yeah. Once.”
“Feel good?”
“No…not at first. And then… yeah.”
Andy’s cheeks are burning in the cool air, and his renewed erection is sitting heavy in his lap. “Can I try another one?” he asks, feeling the danger in his words.
“Ye-eah,” Hamish voice cracks. “Just, uh, get some more lotion, and go slow. It’s been a while.”
Andy nods, forgetting Hamish can’t see him. Andy’s throat is dry.
His hands tremble slightly as he grabs the lotion bottle, squirting a bead onto his finger. He rubs it around Hamish’s opening, and presses the same finger in again, then, when he thinks Hamish is loose enough, he attempts a second. There’s more resistance this time and it’s oh, so tight.
He’s only up to his first knuckle when Hamish asks him to stop.
“No, it’s fine, just, let me turn over.”
Andy slips his fingers out as Hamish flops onto his back. It feels strange to be looking in Hamish’s eye.
“Hello, gorgeous,” says Hamish.
“Hello,” Andy replies lamely. But he smiles, and Hamish smiles back.
Hamish opens his legs invitingly, and Andy positions himself between Hamish’s knees. Andy is slightly startled to see Hamish’s hard-on bouncing between his legs, its head slick.
Andy tries the first finger again, this time able to monitor Hamish’s face. Hamish bites his lip, but nods to Andy to continue. Andy tries the second finger and it goes in and Hamish’s eyes go wide.
“Oh, fuck,” they both say in unison, and giggle sheepishly.
“You are so fucking tight.”
“Yeah. Move it in and out a little, yeah, like that.” Andy pistons his fingers in and out slowly.
“Curl your fingers a little. Yeah, like-Oh. Fuck.” Hamish moans and throws his head back. “Fuck, yeah, there.”
Andy rubs his fingers over a small, spongy spot inside Hamish. Hamish keens, and to Andy’s amusement and arousal, Hamish’s erection bobs by itself.
“Feel good?” Andy asks with a grin.
“Oh, god, keep doing that.” Hamish begins to fist his hard cock with hard jerks and gives hard grunts. His hips are rocking into Andy’s fingers. Andy’s breath is shallow with arousal.
“Andy, fuck, harder.”
Andy can feel Hamish’s sphincters contract around his fingers and Hamish’s balls spasm before he hears that long, guttural moan, and sees Hamish come. Semen splashes onto Hamish's belly, a few beads landing on his chest. Andy pulls his fingers out and wipes them on Hamish’s towel. He crawls up to Hamish, inspecting his spent bedfellow.
“So,” Andy runs his fingers through the come on Hamish’s chest, “that was good, yeah?”
With surprisingly deft movements, Hamish turns over and pins Andy to the bed. Andy struggles with half efforts.
Hamish licks along Andy’s jawline.
“That was beautiful, you tease. I’ll pay you back, ‘kay?” Andy blushes. He doesn’t know why, considering how intimate with Hamish’s body he was only moments before.
Hamish slinks down Andy’s body and takes Andy’s weeping head in his mouth. It is all Andy can do to stop himself from fisting his hand in Hamish’s hair and fucking that delicious mouth of his. But, Andy is soon coming and moaning and thrashing and sighing and kissing and finally, sleeping.