Fic: "You Make Me Melt", Bridge/Sky, smut
Title: You Make Me Melt
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairings: Power Rangers SPD, Bridge/Sky
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. M/M slash. NOT WORKSAFE.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: It all started with a little mishap at breakfast...
Notes: Here, have some porn.
You Make Me Melt
"Ooops, sorry, Sky. Butter comes out of clothes really easily, it'll be no big deal."
Sure, Bridge would say that. After all, he occasionally spilled food on himself and thought nothing of it. But Sky, who always prided himself on having an immaculate appearance, knew he would be bothered by that tiny, greasy spot on his jacket caused by his boyfriend's dropping toast on him at breakfast until he got a chance to clean it. He wasn't helped, of course, by the joking comments made by Jack all day about how he was going to be punished for his sloppy appearance. It was with great relief that Sky finally was able to change into his pajamas and put his soiled clothing in the wash at the end of the day. He lay awake in his bunk, reading, when Bridge came in to go to bed as well, carrying a container full of something under one arm and a plate piled high with...
"Toast, at this hour?" Sky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I had a craving," said Bridge, shrugging, but couldn't hide the tiny smile on his face that told Sky he was up to something. Therefore, Sky patiently marked his page, set his book on his nightstand, and crossed his arms. Bridge took his cue and stood right beside his bed, "accidentally" dropping a piece of the toast right onto his chest. "Oh, how clumsy of me!" said Bridge, clapping a hand to his face in mock horror. "I've gone and soiled your shirt again. Sorry, Sky."
"It's OK. I can just take it off," said Sky, doing just that as quickly as he could- and of course, as soon as he was done, down came another piece of toast onto his pajama pant leg. "You know, Carson, you're going to have to work on that klutziness," he told Bridge, now stripping off his pants, then his boxers. "I can only do so much laundry in one day, you know."
"Of course, puddin'. Er, er, or do you want me to call you sir? Because I'm used to being on top, but if you want to play Bridgey getting punished by Sky today I'm all up for heheheheheeeeee!" Bridge giggled when Sky's fingers reached up under his own shirt and tickled his side, so he gave in and set the container and plate down, stripping naked (including throwing off his gloves) himself.
"Close your eyes," Bridge instructed, so Sky obeyed, then cried out and shivered when a warm liquid poured onto his chest, only to be lapped up by an eager tongue, and couldn't help but check out what was going on.
"Butter?" he asked, surprised. Bridge shushed him and went on, actually humming merrily as he worked, pouring the melted butter onto random places on Sky's chest and just as quickly licking or sucking it up, drumming his fingers on Sky's side. Sky bit his lip and inhaled hard when liquid was then poured on and lapped from one of his thighs, though Bridge was careful to not let any drip down too far, as he was sure that sleeping on a buttery spot would not be fun. "How do I taste?" Sky asked, both amused and pleased at the same time. "Wait, I think I can hazard a guess, and go further and speculate which finger gesture will go along with it."
"Oh, be quiet," Bridge said, pushing himself up and locking lips with Sky, who tasted butter on his lips and inside his mouth when his tongue quested in. It wasn't his favorite thing, but not altogether unwelcome, either. "Now here comes the part that doesn't require any of this stuff. And it's the part I know you'll like, too, because I'll let you have a go this time. Actually, I'll like this part too, but you like it even more than- OK, OK, I'll let you get to work," he finished, quailing under that "shut up and let me fuck you already" gaze. The two got into position, Bridge on the bed and Sky standing up, lifting his boyfriend's legs into the air and prepping him with some tongue action of his own around Bridge's anal opening, making him wriggle and moan. He then lubed himself up before entering Bridge, slowly and gently at first until he built up a steady rhythm and gave him a good pounding.
"Nope," Sky managed to gasp out when Bridge somehow enough brain cells not completely tuned into pleasure to start playing with himself. "I'll take care of everything..." Bridge nodded and let go, groaning when Sky fisted his cock, working it as he continued to fuck, and it wasn't long before both of them came, Bridge by shouting out Sky's name, and Sky with a loud grunt. The two took the time to clean up before snuggling together in the almost-too-small confines of a single SPD bunk.
"Ahhh... I love you," Sky murmured when Bridge curled up against him. "That thing with the butter was... different. Not something I'm sure I'll ever really ask for, but it wasn't unpleasant. How'd you come up with that one?"
"Because you make me melt, puddin'," Bridge replied simply.
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairings: Power Rangers SPD, Bridge/Sky
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. M/M slash. NOT WORKSAFE.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: It all started with a little mishap at breakfast...
Notes: Here, have some porn.
You Make Me Melt
"Ooops, sorry, Sky. Butter comes out of clothes really easily, it'll be no big deal."
Sure, Bridge would say that. After all, he occasionally spilled food on himself and thought nothing of it. But Sky, who always prided himself on having an immaculate appearance, knew he would be bothered by that tiny, greasy spot on his jacket caused by his boyfriend's dropping toast on him at breakfast until he got a chance to clean it. He wasn't helped, of course, by the joking comments made by Jack all day about how he was going to be punished for his sloppy appearance. It was with great relief that Sky finally was able to change into his pajamas and put his soiled clothing in the wash at the end of the day. He lay awake in his bunk, reading, when Bridge came in to go to bed as well, carrying a container full of something under one arm and a plate piled high with...
"Toast, at this hour?" Sky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I had a craving," said Bridge, shrugging, but couldn't hide the tiny smile on his face that told Sky he was up to something. Therefore, Sky patiently marked his page, set his book on his nightstand, and crossed his arms. Bridge took his cue and stood right beside his bed, "accidentally" dropping a piece of the toast right onto his chest. "Oh, how clumsy of me!" said Bridge, clapping a hand to his face in mock horror. "I've gone and soiled your shirt again. Sorry, Sky."
"It's OK. I can just take it off," said Sky, doing just that as quickly as he could- and of course, as soon as he was done, down came another piece of toast onto his pajama pant leg. "You know, Carson, you're going to have to work on that klutziness," he told Bridge, now stripping off his pants, then his boxers. "I can only do so much laundry in one day, you know."
"Of course, puddin'. Er, er, or do you want me to call you sir? Because I'm used to being on top, but if you want to play Bridgey getting punished by Sky today I'm all up for heheheheheeeeee!" Bridge giggled when Sky's fingers reached up under his own shirt and tickled his side, so he gave in and set the container and plate down, stripping naked (including throwing off his gloves) himself.
"Close your eyes," Bridge instructed, so Sky obeyed, then cried out and shivered when a warm liquid poured onto his chest, only to be lapped up by an eager tongue, and couldn't help but check out what was going on.
"Butter?" he asked, surprised. Bridge shushed him and went on, actually humming merrily as he worked, pouring the melted butter onto random places on Sky's chest and just as quickly licking or sucking it up, drumming his fingers on Sky's side. Sky bit his lip and inhaled hard when liquid was then poured on and lapped from one of his thighs, though Bridge was careful to not let any drip down too far, as he was sure that sleeping on a buttery spot would not be fun. "How do I taste?" Sky asked, both amused and pleased at the same time. "Wait, I think I can hazard a guess, and go further and speculate which finger gesture will go along with it."
"Oh, be quiet," Bridge said, pushing himself up and locking lips with Sky, who tasted butter on his lips and inside his mouth when his tongue quested in. It wasn't his favorite thing, but not altogether unwelcome, either. "Now here comes the part that doesn't require any of this stuff. And it's the part I know you'll like, too, because I'll let you have a go this time. Actually, I'll like this part too, but you like it even more than- OK, OK, I'll let you get to work," he finished, quailing under that "shut up and let me fuck you already" gaze. The two got into position, Bridge on the bed and Sky standing up, lifting his boyfriend's legs into the air and prepping him with some tongue action of his own around Bridge's anal opening, making him wriggle and moan. He then lubed himself up before entering Bridge, slowly and gently at first until he built up a steady rhythm and gave him a good pounding.
"Nope," Sky managed to gasp out when Bridge somehow enough brain cells not completely tuned into pleasure to start playing with himself. "I'll take care of everything..." Bridge nodded and let go, groaning when Sky fisted his cock, working it as he continued to fuck, and it wasn't long before both of them came, Bridge by shouting out Sky's name, and Sky with a loud grunt. The two took the time to clean up before snuggling together in the almost-too-small confines of a single SPD bunk.
"Ahhh... I love you," Sky murmured when Bridge curled up against him. "That thing with the butter was... different. Not something I'm sure I'll ever really ask for, but it wasn't unpleasant. How'd you come up with that one?"
"Because you make me melt, puddin'," Bridge replied simply.