Double Drabble: Silk
Not sure where this came from, but sweptawaybayou wrote Touch My Soul, DB/TJT, hints of DB/CK. lostakasha answered with Surrender, and suddenly, Silk slammed into my head. So, with much presumption, continuing from where lostakasha left off:
Silk
DB, assumptions of DB/TJT, DB/CK
Adult
Also not mine either.
David twined the silk between his fingers and imagined it was long silky hair in his hands - not short, tight curls that were somehow always a surprise when he touched them, as if his mind expected a different texture. He leaned back against the headboard and wrapped the red silk around his hard cock, imagining it was Chris' hair. He tightened it and wished it was Chris' mouth. He could feel the full, chapped lips on his cock; smell the scent of cigarettes and whiskey and sweat and Chris, and his hand tightened on his cock as he kept his eyes closed. He could hear that husky laugh and the gravely voice You like this, asshole? How 'bout this? although Chris never needed to ask; he always just knew.
Make me come, cowboy.
David's hand stroked harder and faster, tightening the silk until he thought he'd explode. He felt his orgasm build and as he came over his own hand and the red silk that wasn't Chris and would never be Chris a cry was wrenched from his soul.
I need you, Blue. Why the fuck did you leave me?
Silk
DB, assumptions of DB/TJT, DB/CK
Adult
Also not mine either.
David twined the silk between his fingers and imagined it was long silky hair in his hands - not short, tight curls that were somehow always a surprise when he touched them, as if his mind expected a different texture. He leaned back against the headboard and wrapped the red silk around his hard cock, imagining it was Chris' hair. He tightened it and wished it was Chris' mouth. He could feel the full, chapped lips on his cock; smell the scent of cigarettes and whiskey and sweat and Chris, and his hand tightened on his cock as he kept his eyes closed. He could hear that husky laugh and the gravely voice You like this, asshole? How 'bout this? although Chris never needed to ask; he always just knew.
Make me come, cowboy.
David's hand stroked harder and faster, tightening the silk until he thought he'd explode. He felt his orgasm build and as he came over his own hand and the red silk that wasn't Chris and would never be Chris a cry was wrenched from his soul.
I need you, Blue. Why the fuck did you leave me?