Forest Noise
Author: Stargeek101
Beta: tardis-child
Rating: PG16
Summary: Chris and Tom sneak away from their class during the grad camping trip
Pairing: WolstenKirk
Feedback: Loved and cherished
Warnings: Man sex ;)
Disclaimers: I do not own Tom Kirk or Chris Wolstenholme. This is fiction.
Notes: Matty and I were doing a writing practice and I picked a plot, and I was supposed to write it in 10 minutes and then compare what I came up with to what tardis_child also came up with. It sadly took about an hour, haha, though I wrote it on my tablet. And, yes, it's meant to be this short.
"Shh. Quiet." A hand wraps around my mouth. "You don't want to get us caught, do you?"
I shake my head and continue on our short trek. Fallen branches layered in moss crunch below my feet with my every step. Crickets and mosquitoes and frogs and such create a high hum that only ever forms at night. Only here, in the forest.
"Over there? Does that look nice?"
Tom flashes his light to a clearing below some trees. I stare at it for a moment before giving it my full approval. "Yup. Looks descent enough." I grab hold of his sleeve and pull him with me.
"You're certainly eager." He giggles, tripping over a fallen branch at the same time, causing a loud outburst of laughter.
I glare at him. Such a hypocrite. But the anger doesn't last for long. Not with those brown eyes staring into my own.
Regaining his balance, he follows me to lean against a tree. His heavy breath blowing down my neck as he passes me a bag.
"What's in here?" I ask while unzipping it. "You stole the hot chocolate? Man, Mr. Fillip's going to have a cow!" I pull out a large thermos and some styrofoam cups. "What's this?" I pull out a bag, filled to the brim with large marshmallows. "Jackpot!"
Tom grins as I break the bag open, popping one into my mouth, then gently placing one in his. He pours the drinks, handing one to me, and I shove a few more mallows into my mouth. We giggle quietly as we down our drinks.
"This is so romantic," I say to the sky. There's billions of stars up there. It's really such a shame you can't see them from the city. "Breaking away from all the others for some alone time. Just a couple of teenagers, enjoying their last days of school, in the darkness of the early hours. A cup of steaming hot cocoa in one hand. Your hand in the other. How much better could it get?"
Tom smiles and faces me. "You're such a dork. I love you." He places a firm kiss against my lips.
I lean in, dropping my empty cup to the forest floor. My now free hand makes it's way to Tom's back, holding him closer to me. I'm pushed hard against a tree, and the rough bark pains my back, but I somehow manage to ignore it. The warmth of his chest pressed firmly against mine, though blocked by fabric, makes my thoughts flutter into a tangled web, as though a spider made it on a windy day.
Hips meet hips in a gentle grind, but the need for more action grows, and the thrusts become stronger, and the silent pants become grumbles of lust.
"Take off your trousers."
What?
"Ok." I find myself mindlessly obeying him. I don't fully remove them. It would take too much effort. Instead I leave the black skinnies resting at my ankles.
Thomas lowers himself in front of me, curling his fingers over the elastic of my pants. He seems a little hesitant, though only for a moment. Slowly he pulls them lower, and I feel myself shivering with the cool air as my cock is set free. And I sigh as his long fingers wrap around my length. Squeezing firm and tight, forcing a quiet moan to escape my lungs. My head falls back against the tree with a hollow thud as he pushes towards me.
A burst of pleasure runs up my spine. I lift my hips up into his fist as he pushes down towards me. Deep growls I didn't know I contained burst out of the confines of my throat. Out into the open. A few of my fellow sleepless classmates can probably hear me. Faintly, mind you, but hear me none the less. This thought pleases me slightly. The thought that people know that someone's experiencing the most heavenly bliss, only a few dozen meters away.
"Oh!" I let out a cry as the fist is suddenly replaced with a hot, wet, hungry mouth. My legs tremble as I'm enveloped fully, to the back of the throat. My hands find they're craving something to tug, and thus make their way to the top of Tom's head. Entwining in his brown hair. He moans onto my cock, sending vibrations through me that seem to reach my brain. I let out one final deep throated outburst as I reach my climax, and fall forward to rest on Tom for support.
After a few moments he stands up and presses his lips to mine. The taste of me transferring from his tongue onto my own. The taste of salt, and distant cocoa lingering from our previous midnight snack.
He pulls away and allows me to reapply the clothes to my lower half. Silently, save for the sounds of our breath, and the other animals, we sit side by side against the tree that had previously been used as my support. Resting our heads against each other I feel my eyes grow heavy. Lazily I reach for his hand, and together, Thomas and I, we fall asleep.
Beta: tardis-child
Rating: PG16
Summary: Chris and Tom sneak away from their class during the grad camping trip
Pairing: WolstenKirk
Feedback: Loved and cherished
Warnings: Man sex ;)
Disclaimers: I do not own Tom Kirk or Chris Wolstenholme. This is fiction.
Notes: Matty and I were doing a writing practice and I picked a plot, and I was supposed to write it in 10 minutes and then compare what I came up with to what tardis_child also came up with. It sadly took about an hour, haha, though I wrote it on my tablet. And, yes, it's meant to be this short.
"Shh. Quiet." A hand wraps around my mouth. "You don't want to get us caught, do you?"
I shake my head and continue on our short trek. Fallen branches layered in moss crunch below my feet with my every step. Crickets and mosquitoes and frogs and such create a high hum that only ever forms at night. Only here, in the forest.
"Over there? Does that look nice?"
Tom flashes his light to a clearing below some trees. I stare at it for a moment before giving it my full approval. "Yup. Looks descent enough." I grab hold of his sleeve and pull him with me.
"You're certainly eager." He giggles, tripping over a fallen branch at the same time, causing a loud outburst of laughter.
I glare at him. Such a hypocrite. But the anger doesn't last for long. Not with those brown eyes staring into my own.
Regaining his balance, he follows me to lean against a tree. His heavy breath blowing down my neck as he passes me a bag.
"What's in here?" I ask while unzipping it. "You stole the hot chocolate? Man, Mr. Fillip's going to have a cow!" I pull out a large thermos and some styrofoam cups. "What's this?" I pull out a bag, filled to the brim with large marshmallows. "Jackpot!"
Tom grins as I break the bag open, popping one into my mouth, then gently placing one in his. He pours the drinks, handing one to me, and I shove a few more mallows into my mouth. We giggle quietly as we down our drinks.
"This is so romantic," I say to the sky. There's billions of stars up there. It's really such a shame you can't see them from the city. "Breaking away from all the others for some alone time. Just a couple of teenagers, enjoying their last days of school, in the darkness of the early hours. A cup of steaming hot cocoa in one hand. Your hand in the other. How much better could it get?"
Tom smiles and faces me. "You're such a dork. I love you." He places a firm kiss against my lips.
I lean in, dropping my empty cup to the forest floor. My now free hand makes it's way to Tom's back, holding him closer to me. I'm pushed hard against a tree, and the rough bark pains my back, but I somehow manage to ignore it. The warmth of his chest pressed firmly against mine, though blocked by fabric, makes my thoughts flutter into a tangled web, as though a spider made it on a windy day.
Hips meet hips in a gentle grind, but the need for more action grows, and the thrusts become stronger, and the silent pants become grumbles of lust.
"Take off your trousers."
What?
"Ok." I find myself mindlessly obeying him. I don't fully remove them. It would take too much effort. Instead I leave the black skinnies resting at my ankles.
Thomas lowers himself in front of me, curling his fingers over the elastic of my pants. He seems a little hesitant, though only for a moment. Slowly he pulls them lower, and I feel myself shivering with the cool air as my cock is set free. And I sigh as his long fingers wrap around my length. Squeezing firm and tight, forcing a quiet moan to escape my lungs. My head falls back against the tree with a hollow thud as he pushes towards me.
A burst of pleasure runs up my spine. I lift my hips up into his fist as he pushes down towards me. Deep growls I didn't know I contained burst out of the confines of my throat. Out into the open. A few of my fellow sleepless classmates can probably hear me. Faintly, mind you, but hear me none the less. This thought pleases me slightly. The thought that people know that someone's experiencing the most heavenly bliss, only a few dozen meters away.
"Oh!" I let out a cry as the fist is suddenly replaced with a hot, wet, hungry mouth. My legs tremble as I'm enveloped fully, to the back of the throat. My hands find they're craving something to tug, and thus make their way to the top of Tom's head. Entwining in his brown hair. He moans onto my cock, sending vibrations through me that seem to reach my brain. I let out one final deep throated outburst as I reach my climax, and fall forward to rest on Tom for support.
After a few moments he stands up and presses his lips to mine. The taste of me transferring from his tongue onto my own. The taste of salt, and distant cocoa lingering from our previous midnight snack.
He pulls away and allows me to reapply the clothes to my lower half. Silently, save for the sounds of our breath, and the other animals, we sit side by side against the tree that had previously been used as my support. Resting our heads against each other I feel my eyes grow heavy. Lazily I reach for his hand, and together, Thomas and I, we fall asleep.