Twelve Days of Christmas - Part 6
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Rating: NC-17, for necessary and non-gratuitous smut. Please read responsibly.
A/N: My turn to give you guys the next Christmas Gift. Between montana_crows, fizzerbass and myself, you are all hella spoiled, dudes! But y'all deserve it because you're so enthusiastic in your comments, which makes writing for you fun like whoa. As for Contest Rules, thank you and welcome to Flying By the Seat of Your Pants Airlines. As Fizzy said in her last post, those of you interested in winning a smut-fest written according to your specifications, will have an opportunity to send us your guesses after the last Gift has been posted, which will be some time around New Year's Day. More details to follow. So don't send us your guesses now because they'll just distract us from writing.
Part 1, by montana_crows, Part 2, by fizzerbass, Part 3, by smiles_a_lot, Part 4, by montana_crows, Part 5, by fizzerbass
This is in B&C universe. Oh man, I feel like such a punk. Can't even believe Montana not only gave me permission to do this, she beta'd it for me. I made it over the rainbow, dudes, this is a dream come true.
Twelve Days of Christmas - Part 6
He woke up feeling gritty. Like sandpaper, but with the rough inside. Thought maybe the first cup a coffee would smooth him out some, but it didn’t help. Watched as Mama and Joanna got in the truck to make their way into town and figured he needed something stronger to scratch this itch.
He looked over at the caliper-legged man beside him, gathering up tools and a spool. The wind picked up and ruffled the hair that peeked out under Ennis’ hat; he pictured how damp those curls got when Ennis was giving it to him. Sweaty business, that, and he was all kinds a slick after. Seemed he needed that slick today to even him out.
“Ennis.”
Even his voice was scratchy. Got a grunt in response but no eye contact. He reverted back to the old stand-by for catching a cowboy’s attention; he reached out with lightning speed and snatched Ennis’ hat off his head, already up and running towards the bunkhouse before Ennis could drop the supplies. Ennis was always faster; Jack needed the head start.
“Ain’t got time ta play, Jack!” yelled Ennis, hot on his heels,nevertheless.
Jack didn’t bother replying, just waited for the right moment to get caught. Soon as they were in the bunkhouse, Ennis snagged one of his belt loops and was tossing him down. Jack was no lightweight, but it felt good to get thrown; he landed on his back with a satisfying thud, the weight of his man on top.
They grappled for a bit, grunting and swearing.
“Son of a bitch, show me what you got.” Rolling over and taking turns grinding down on the other, mess on the floor getting messier, dust motes rising up with each pass. Using knees and feet to gain purchase, Jack grimaced when an elbow hit his stomach. Gonna leave a bruise for sure. Reminded him he wanted bruises in other places, too, so he
wrapped his legs around Ennis’ waist until their dicks were lined up and groaned heavy in Ennis’ ear.
Ennis’ upper body softened at that, dissolving from warrior to lover. Ennis’ lower body also responded in kind, hardening as hips flexed and molded into each other.
“Want y’to do me hard,” Jack panted, reaching out and grabbing Ennis’ ass, the better to feel Ennis’ bulge against his own.
“Better slick me up, then.”
Ennis straddled Jack, four hands fumbling for two zippers. Two dicks released with a hiss and two mouths watered at the sight. They rubbed their dicks together, anointing each other from head to base.
“Git up here, need me a taste a that.” Jack growled, grabbing Ennis’ ass again and straining his neck forward.
Ennis moved up, stroking his dick slowly, pulling the glistening tip upwards and away from Jack’s waiting mouth.
“Tongue first, no mouth,” Ennis ordered, eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched the tip of Jack’s tongue snake out and begin licking.
“Yeah, Jack, good, oh fuck.”
“Let me suck, oh God, need to -“
“Wait… the look a yer tongue on me, oh shit Jack,” Ennis panted, his eyes dark as coal.
“Ennis, cain’t taste you proper… please.”
Ennis finally let his dick drop down and into Jack’s mouth. Two groans, one muffled.
“Jack, yeah, suck it, that’s it.”
Ennis’ head dropped down, his hand cradling Jack’s neck. Jack’s mouth opened wide, his cheeks hollowing whenever Ennis went in deep, humming low when he tasted Ennis in the back of his throat. Ennis was guiding Jack’s head now, grinding his hips in wide circles, riding his mouth.
Jack’s chin was covered in spit and slick, barely able to stay in rhythm, his eyes looking up at the way Ennis’ abdomen rippled with each thrust. Shit, that’s how his stomach looks when he’s poundin inta me. Sweet Jesus. Cain’t lookit that much longer. ‘S gonna make me shoot, fer sure. He closed his eyes and caught the rhythm again. Ennis’strokes were measured, like the ticking of a clock. When the clock began ticking faster, Jack knew his time was coming.
Ennis pulled out of Jack’s mouth with a grunt even though his hips still jutted out, clearly wanting to stay in rut. Jack pushed up on hands and knees and scrabbled over to the bunk, his jeans pooling down around his knees. He lay his elbows on the mattress, his knees still on the floor, presenting his flank. Mount up, Cowboy.
“Y’want …”
“Nothing, just do it.”
“Gonna hurt.”
“Christ, Ennis, do me dry and do it hard and do it now for fuck’s sake.” His hole was twitching, aching to be filled, and thank Jesus it took but a moment before Ennis was up and in, sinking sweet at last.
“You like that, Jack, that what you want.”
“Yeah but harder, Ennis, make it hurt.”
Ennis was plunging deep, his head down and hooking over Jack’s shoulder. Jack reared back with each thrust, trying to find that bittersweet pinnacle of pleasure and pain that would grind the grit out from inside him. Smooth it down, polish it up, make him shine.
Ennis’ hands were digging into his hips now, propelling him onto Ennis’ dick with bruising force.
“Harder, harder, harder,” Jack chanted. His forearms had slipped down to the floor, forehead almost grazing it.
“Jack - way my cock looks going inta you - never think it could fit into anything that tight.” Ennis panted, rhythm growing stronger. ”That’s right, yeah, take it, take it.”
Jack was almost there. Almost. Needed something, oh, needed it so bad.
“Ahh, Jack, c’mon, oh fuck, can’t hold on.”
Ennis thrust with such force, Jack’s head cracked into the box of the bed frame.
“Jack, oh shit,” Ennis said with alarm.
“That’s it, yes, don’t stop.” Red lights strobed behind Jack’s eyelids.
“But yer head!”
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Stop!” Jack yelled, muscles clenching as he slammed back on Ennis’ dick.
“Jack…oh God!” Ennis tensed and shot, Jack following in sharp spurts. Time stood still as toes curled and teeth bared and dicks emptied. They collapsed in a heap, sweaty and clinging, breathing in deep gulps.
Jack was boneless, whatever had grated inside him now washed away. Ennis rearranged them so Jack was on top, cradled within arms still trembling with release. He could feel Ennis stroking his hair softly. Jack nuzzled in.
“Shh, darlin’, hold still now. Gonna check out yer head once I stop seein six a ya. Ain’t done it that hard in a long time.”
“You seein’ double? Should be me. I’m the one got cracked in the head.”
“Good thing, too, that yer brains done fall out long ago.” Jack winced when Ennis’ finger pushed gently against the top of his head. “Shit, Jack, yer gonna have a goose-egg there fer sure.”
“Well, then, yer gonna have ta find a way t’keep me up all night in case I got a concussion,” Jack murmured against Ennis’ chest.
“After that? Hell you think I am?”
Jack sighed contentedly and nipped Ennis’ chin gently.
“Mine.”
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Rating: NC-17, for necessary and non-gratuitous smut. Please read responsibly.
A/N: My turn to give you guys the next Christmas Gift. Between montana_crows, fizzerbass and myself, you are all hella spoiled, dudes! But y'all deserve it because you're so enthusiastic in your comments, which makes writing for you fun like whoa. As for Contest Rules, thank you and welcome to Flying By the Seat of Your Pants Airlines. As Fizzy said in her last post, those of you interested in winning a smut-fest written according to your specifications, will have an opportunity to send us your guesses after the last Gift has been posted, which will be some time around New Year's Day. More details to follow. So don't send us your guesses now because they'll just distract us from writing.
Part 1, by montana_crows, Part 2, by fizzerbass, Part 3, by smiles_a_lot, Part 4, by montana_crows, Part 5, by fizzerbass
This is in B&C universe. Oh man, I feel like such a punk. Can't even believe Montana not only gave me permission to do this, she beta'd it for me. I made it over the rainbow, dudes, this is a dream come true.
Twelve Days of Christmas - Part 6
He woke up feeling gritty. Like sandpaper, but with the rough inside. Thought maybe the first cup a coffee would smooth him out some, but it didn’t help. Watched as Mama and Joanna got in the truck to make their way into town and figured he needed something stronger to scratch this itch.
He looked over at the caliper-legged man beside him, gathering up tools and a spool. The wind picked up and ruffled the hair that peeked out under Ennis’ hat; he pictured how damp those curls got when Ennis was giving it to him. Sweaty business, that, and he was all kinds a slick after. Seemed he needed that slick today to even him out.
“Ennis.”
Even his voice was scratchy. Got a grunt in response but no eye contact. He reverted back to the old stand-by for catching a cowboy’s attention; he reached out with lightning speed and snatched Ennis’ hat off his head, already up and running towards the bunkhouse before Ennis could drop the supplies. Ennis was always faster; Jack needed the head start.
“Ain’t got time ta play, Jack!” yelled Ennis, hot on his heels,nevertheless.
Jack didn’t bother replying, just waited for the right moment to get caught. Soon as they were in the bunkhouse, Ennis snagged one of his belt loops and was tossing him down. Jack was no lightweight, but it felt good to get thrown; he landed on his back with a satisfying thud, the weight of his man on top.
They grappled for a bit, grunting and swearing.
“Son of a bitch, show me what you got.” Rolling over and taking turns grinding down on the other, mess on the floor getting messier, dust motes rising up with each pass. Using knees and feet to gain purchase, Jack grimaced when an elbow hit his stomach. Gonna leave a bruise for sure. Reminded him he wanted bruises in other places, too, so he
wrapped his legs around Ennis’ waist until their dicks were lined up and groaned heavy in Ennis’ ear.
Ennis’ upper body softened at that, dissolving from warrior to lover. Ennis’ lower body also responded in kind, hardening as hips flexed and molded into each other.
“Want y’to do me hard,” Jack panted, reaching out and grabbing Ennis’ ass, the better to feel Ennis’ bulge against his own.
“Better slick me up, then.”
Ennis straddled Jack, four hands fumbling for two zippers. Two dicks released with a hiss and two mouths watered at the sight. They rubbed their dicks together, anointing each other from head to base.
“Git up here, need me a taste a that.” Jack growled, grabbing Ennis’ ass again and straining his neck forward.
Ennis moved up, stroking his dick slowly, pulling the glistening tip upwards and away from Jack’s waiting mouth.
“Tongue first, no mouth,” Ennis ordered, eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched the tip of Jack’s tongue snake out and begin licking.
“Yeah, Jack, good, oh fuck.”
“Let me suck, oh God, need to -“
“Wait… the look a yer tongue on me, oh shit Jack,” Ennis panted, his eyes dark as coal.
“Ennis, cain’t taste you proper… please.”
Ennis finally let his dick drop down and into Jack’s mouth. Two groans, one muffled.
“Jack, yeah, suck it, that’s it.”
Ennis’ head dropped down, his hand cradling Jack’s neck. Jack’s mouth opened wide, his cheeks hollowing whenever Ennis went in deep, humming low when he tasted Ennis in the back of his throat. Ennis was guiding Jack’s head now, grinding his hips in wide circles, riding his mouth.
Jack’s chin was covered in spit and slick, barely able to stay in rhythm, his eyes looking up at the way Ennis’ abdomen rippled with each thrust. Shit, that’s how his stomach looks when he’s poundin inta me. Sweet Jesus. Cain’t lookit that much longer. ‘S gonna make me shoot, fer sure. He closed his eyes and caught the rhythm again. Ennis’strokes were measured, like the ticking of a clock. When the clock began ticking faster, Jack knew his time was coming.
Ennis pulled out of Jack’s mouth with a grunt even though his hips still jutted out, clearly wanting to stay in rut. Jack pushed up on hands and knees and scrabbled over to the bunk, his jeans pooling down around his knees. He lay his elbows on the mattress, his knees still on the floor, presenting his flank. Mount up, Cowboy.
“Y’want …”
“Nothing, just do it.”
“Gonna hurt.”
“Christ, Ennis, do me dry and do it hard and do it now for fuck’s sake.” His hole was twitching, aching to be filled, and thank Jesus it took but a moment before Ennis was up and in, sinking sweet at last.
“You like that, Jack, that what you want.”
“Yeah but harder, Ennis, make it hurt.”
Ennis was plunging deep, his head down and hooking over Jack’s shoulder. Jack reared back with each thrust, trying to find that bittersweet pinnacle of pleasure and pain that would grind the grit out from inside him. Smooth it down, polish it up, make him shine.
Ennis’ hands were digging into his hips now, propelling him onto Ennis’ dick with bruising force.
“Harder, harder, harder,” Jack chanted. His forearms had slipped down to the floor, forehead almost grazing it.
“Jack - way my cock looks going inta you - never think it could fit into anything that tight.” Ennis panted, rhythm growing stronger. ”That’s right, yeah, take it, take it.”
Jack was almost there. Almost. Needed something, oh, needed it so bad.
“Ahh, Jack, c’mon, oh fuck, can’t hold on.”
Ennis thrust with such force, Jack’s head cracked into the box of the bed frame.
“Jack, oh shit,” Ennis said with alarm.
“That’s it, yes, don’t stop.” Red lights strobed behind Jack’s eyelids.
“But yer head!”
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Stop!” Jack yelled, muscles clenching as he slammed back on Ennis’ dick.
“Jack…oh God!” Ennis tensed and shot, Jack following in sharp spurts. Time stood still as toes curled and teeth bared and dicks emptied. They collapsed in a heap, sweaty and clinging, breathing in deep gulps.
Jack was boneless, whatever had grated inside him now washed away. Ennis rearranged them so Jack was on top, cradled within arms still trembling with release. He could feel Ennis stroking his hair softly. Jack nuzzled in.
“Shh, darlin’, hold still now. Gonna check out yer head once I stop seein six a ya. Ain’t done it that hard in a long time.”
“You seein’ double? Should be me. I’m the one got cracked in the head.”
“Good thing, too, that yer brains done fall out long ago.” Jack winced when Ennis’ finger pushed gently against the top of his head. “Shit, Jack, yer gonna have a goose-egg there fer sure.”
“Well, then, yer gonna have ta find a way t’keep me up all night in case I got a concussion,” Jack murmured against Ennis’ chest.
“After that? Hell you think I am?”
Jack sighed contentedly and nipped Ennis’ chin gently.
“Mine.”