Brit-talk crackfic for yesido -- NC-17
Title: untitled. (Any suggestions?)
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Summary: Pr0ny crackfic inspired by yesido’s post about fanfic in which Curt uses British English. Plus, it’s the perfect opportunity to use my newest online find, the Dictionary of (British) Slang!
Pairing: Brian/Curt
Rating: Hard R? NC-17? Meh. Pr0n, anyway.
Word count: 522
Warning: Unbeta’d and probably extremely incorrect use of British slang. Also, how do you split up paragraphs, dammit?
Another publicity stunt, another concert, another hotel room. The constant screaming circus of people and places was tiring, but it was all worth it when Brian would walk toward him with that look on his face. Curt set aside the guitar and lay back on his elbows, breath quickening as Brian crawled over his body to kiss him and then sat back to undo Curt’s jeans. He pulled them down just low enough to lift out Curt’s cock. Curt flopped back on the bed and began moaning a stream of encouraging words as Brian went to work. A long tongue swipe earned a panted “Yes!” Licking the head brought out a strangled “Magic!” And a plunging deep throat resulted in a “Crikey, you’re amazing!”
Brian laughed around Curt’s cock and repeated the plunge, this time hearing Curt moan “Bloody ‘ell!” Brian stopped in mid-plunge and sat up. Curt appeared to be quite sincerely in the throes of ecstasy and not in one of his teasing, playful moods, but just to be certain, Brian launched into a plan of action guaranteed to make Curt drop any pretence. He pushed Curt’s legs up, shoved his balls out of the way, and dove tongue-first toward his crack.
“Oi! Don’ scrag me bollocks, mate!”
Brian let go of Curt’s legs and sat up again, frowning. “What is going on here?”
“Fer chrissakes, Bri!” Curt wriggled and pushed Brian’s head back down toward his crotch. “Don’ stop now!”
“Right.” Brian continued to frown, but he bent over Curt again. “It’s just that…you sound…rather odd,” he said between licks.
“Really?” Curt panted. “Thought I sounded the same as any other bloke.” His hips lifted off of the bed. “Oh, yeah, give it some welly!”
Brian mentally shrugged and began to suck harder, knowing that he could get a straight answer once Curt wasn’t so distracted.
Curt’s hips had begun making small thrusting movements. “Yeah, tha’s it, bleedin’ brilliant, tha’ is!”
Brian used his hands and his mouth now, and when he slid one finger into Curt, Curt came, shouting “COR- BLIMEY-CHUFFIN’ELL-ABSOBLOODYLUTELYCRACKINGBRILLIANT!” and then collapsed on the bed, spent. Brian wiped his mouth on Curt’s jeans and then flopped down beside him, waiting until Curt had caught his breath.
When Curt finally opened his eyes, he gave Brian one of his wide, beaming smiles and kissed him. “That was brilliant, luv.”
Brian propped himself on one elbow and smiled bemusedly down at Curt. “Honestly, Curt, you must tell me why you’re talking like this.”
Curt’s brow wrinkled. “Like wot?”
“The Cockney accent. You’re from Michigan, for god’s sake!”
Curt sat up, looking confused. “You’re talkin’ flannel, mate, I ain’t got no accent. This is ‘ow I’ve always talked, innit; you can ask me mum. But Bri,” he murmured, grinning and sliding down the bed, “I really don’ want to talk about ‘er right now.”
Brian opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it as Curt tugged his trousers off and began to suck him. He realized that he didn’t really mind a few odd things coming out of Curt’s mouth, especially since, very shortly, he’d be coming in it.
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Summary: Pr0ny crackfic inspired by yesido’s post about fanfic in which Curt uses British English. Plus, it’s the perfect opportunity to use my newest online find, the Dictionary of (British) Slang!
Pairing: Brian/Curt
Rating: Hard R? NC-17? Meh. Pr0n, anyway.
Word count: 522
Warning: Unbeta’d and probably extremely incorrect use of British slang. Also, how do you split up paragraphs, dammit?
Another publicity stunt, another concert, another hotel room. The constant screaming circus of people and places was tiring, but it was all worth it when Brian would walk toward him with that look on his face. Curt set aside the guitar and lay back on his elbows, breath quickening as Brian crawled over his body to kiss him and then sat back to undo Curt’s jeans. He pulled them down just low enough to lift out Curt’s cock. Curt flopped back on the bed and began moaning a stream of encouraging words as Brian went to work. A long tongue swipe earned a panted “Yes!” Licking the head brought out a strangled “Magic!” And a plunging deep throat resulted in a “Crikey, you’re amazing!”
Brian laughed around Curt’s cock and repeated the plunge, this time hearing Curt moan “Bloody ‘ell!” Brian stopped in mid-plunge and sat up. Curt appeared to be quite sincerely in the throes of ecstasy and not in one of his teasing, playful moods, but just to be certain, Brian launched into a plan of action guaranteed to make Curt drop any pretence. He pushed Curt’s legs up, shoved his balls out of the way, and dove tongue-first toward his crack.
“Oi! Don’ scrag me bollocks, mate!”
Brian let go of Curt’s legs and sat up again, frowning. “What is going on here?”
“Fer chrissakes, Bri!” Curt wriggled and pushed Brian’s head back down toward his crotch. “Don’ stop now!”
“Right.” Brian continued to frown, but he bent over Curt again. “It’s just that…you sound…rather odd,” he said between licks.
“Really?” Curt panted. “Thought I sounded the same as any other bloke.” His hips lifted off of the bed. “Oh, yeah, give it some welly!”
Brian mentally shrugged and began to suck harder, knowing that he could get a straight answer once Curt wasn’t so distracted.
Curt’s hips had begun making small thrusting movements. “Yeah, tha’s it, bleedin’ brilliant, tha’ is!”
Brian used his hands and his mouth now, and when he slid one finger into Curt, Curt came, shouting “COR- BLIMEY-CHUFFIN’ELL-ABSOBLOODYLUTELYCRACKINGBRILLIANT!” and then collapsed on the bed, spent. Brian wiped his mouth on Curt’s jeans and then flopped down beside him, waiting until Curt had caught his breath.
When Curt finally opened his eyes, he gave Brian one of his wide, beaming smiles and kissed him. “That was brilliant, luv.”
Brian propped himself on one elbow and smiled bemusedly down at Curt. “Honestly, Curt, you must tell me why you’re talking like this.”
Curt’s brow wrinkled. “Like wot?”
“The Cockney accent. You’re from Michigan, for god’s sake!”
Curt sat up, looking confused. “You’re talkin’ flannel, mate, I ain’t got no accent. This is ‘ow I’ve always talked, innit; you can ask me mum. But Bri,” he murmured, grinning and sliding down the bed, “I really don’ want to talk about ‘er right now.”
Brian opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it as Curt tugged his trousers off and began to suck him. He realized that he didn’t really mind a few odd things coming out of Curt’s mouth, especially since, very shortly, he’d be coming in it.