Three Kink Meme Fills (Round Three)
Title: Happy Birthday
Author: carolion
Pairing: Andy Skib/Monty Anderson
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Monty/Andy. Andy was pretty excited over twitter to hang out with him today. Birthday sex?
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either Andy Skib or Monty Anderson and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~820
"Are you excited?" Andy asks, crawling on top of Monty, a glint in his eyes. He rests his hands gently on Monty's shoulders, scraping his nails along the soft fabric of his t-shirt and shifting his hips a little.
"It's just another day," Monty says, not looking away from the curve of Andy's mouth.
"It's your birthday," Andy corrects, chiding him and lifting his hands to knock the hat that Monty had been wearing off his head. "Take that off," he says with a grin and then leans in, pressing his mouth to Monty's, slow and sweet and teasing.
"You're more excited about my birthday than I am," Monty mumbles against his mouth, his hands clutching at Andy's hips, at the small of his back, reaching up to press between his shoulder blades.
"Well then maybe you should. Get. More. Excited." Andy says, punctuating every word with a kiss before pulling back and grinning wickedly. He squirms a little on Monty's lap, making the other man groan and grip Andy's shoulders a little tighter, pushing down as Andy scoots back, his fingers making quick work of the button and fly of Monty's pants.
He settles in between Monty's legs, dragging Monty's pants down to his knees and revealing his soft cock, laying quiescent and demure again his thigh. Andy rubs the flat of his palm over Monty's stomach and leans forward, mouthing at his dick, running his lips along the shaft before switching pursuits, grasping Monty's cock with his hand while ducking his head and licking delicately at his balls. He sucks at the soft sacks gently, and he can feel Monty's penis getting hard in his grip, firming up, filling out, and he moans a little using the flat of his tongue to get him completely wet and dripping.
"Jesus," he hears Monty say above him, and Andy glances up, wrapping his lips fully around one ball and sucking a little harder, still stroking his hand up and down Monty's now fully erect penis.
He pulls off with slightly obscene slurping sound and directs his oral attention to the cock now waving full-mast in front of his face, opening his mouth and tonguing the head teasingly, kissing the tip before finally sucking it in. Monty's gratifyingly loud grunt of pleasure sends heat racing to the bottom of Andy's stomach, and when Monty's hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his neck, a tight, possessive grip, he can't help but let out a moan of his own, muffled by the cock shoved in his mouth.
Andy lets his eyes close and he focuses on the heavy weight of Monty's erection, sliding his hand up to grip at Monty's thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh and his nail's leaving half-moon indents. Monty's grip on his neck stays tight and pushes him down whenever he tries to come up for air. He chokes, gasps, drools, and swallows around the hard shaft, taking it further and further until he can feel his throat getting sore and raw.
It's worth it for the sounds Monty is making, hisses and slurs, a nearly nonsensical stream of curses and praises and pleas, words that make Andy want to suck a little harder and moan a little louder and press his fingers up against Monty's perineum, stroking firm. He's hard and leaking in his jeans, hitching his hips a little to hump against the bed when he can, nearly losing his focus when Monty's hand finally fists in his hair and pulls, hard.
"Fuck," Monty says lowly, "jesus goddamn fucking shit," and Andy knows he's close. He pulls off, panting, but begins to jerk Monty off with a single minded determination. (His throat feels bruised, and he wonders how the hell he's going to sing during the weekend, wonders if Dave will be pissed, wonders if Neal will lift an eyebrow and making some disparaging remark. He doesn't care, it feels good, and he wants it to sting a little longer.)
"Come in my mouth," Andy demands, opening wide and sticking his tongue out, angling Monty's stiff dick in the right direction and giving a few more quick, sharp strokes, twisting on the upstroke, and like magic, obediently, Monty does. Andy tries to catch most of it on his tongue, but a little lands on his chin, and some on his jaw. He swallows what ends up in his mouth, humming and leaning forward to kiss Monty's sated cock, nuzzling up and down the length a few times just to feel it twitch feebly agains his skin.
When he finally crawls up to lay besides Monty, the other man is still trying to catch his breath, a little red faced and blazed looking, his eyes half-lidded and dreamy.
"Was that my birthday present?" He asks when Andy gives him a slow, hot, open mouthed kiss.
"No," Andy says, "that was your 'I missed you' present. Just wait until Kyle gets here." And he smiles.
Title: Endurance
Author: carolion
Pairing: David Cook/Neal Tiemann
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Endurance challenge.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or Neal Tiemann and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~590
"Don't come."
A drop of sweat rolls down Dave's neck and Neal leans forward to lick it off, scraping his teeth along the thick, tense tendon there.
"I wasn't gonna."
His voice sounds a little shaky though, and Neal can't help but smirk.
"Really?" He rolls his hips.
"Fuck."
Neal laughs a little, but he has to bite on the inside of his cheek as Dave's whole body tightens and he grunts as Dave's legs clench around his waist.
"Stop that," he murmurs, sobering as Dave starts sharp, little jerks against him. It's driving crazy, making him want to throw Dave onto his back and fuck him into the bed until they're both cussing and coming everywhere. His fingers twitch a little, and the growing need rising inside of him is coiling tighter and tighter. It's not helping that they've been like this for near an hour, Dave sitting pretty on Neal's cock and both of them goading each other into out lasting the other.
"What's the matter?" Dave's breath is coming in pants but he sounds a little more in control than a few seconds ago. "Getting a little tense?" He's teasing him, leaning his head back to gasp at the ceiling, exposing his long, fucking obscene neck to Neal.
When Dave tightens his legs and jerks his hips, his cock rubs against Neal's stomach, smearing the hot pre-cum that leaks from it's tip along his skin, making it shiny and wet.
"Fuck this," Neal finally growls and grabs at Dave's legs, effortlessly dumping him onto his back and lifting his legs to balance on Neal's shoulders as he shoves forward brutally, burying his cock into Dave's tight ass as he moans shamelessly beneath Neal.
"You will come first," Neal snarls into his ear and then fucks him mercilessly, his thighs tense and his hips snapping forward with precision as he wraps a calloused hand around Dave's thick, bobbing cock.
"Fuck, fuck," Dave wails, like it's the only word he knows. "Neal, please."
"Come," Neal says, bending over to kiss Dave, working his mouth with as much ferocity as he works his cock, tongue fucking his mouth wide open and leaving him shaking and cursing as he spasms and comes, gasping desperately into Neal.
It's too much for Neal to take, watching Dave fall apart beneath him, and he's been holding off for too long now to stave off his orgasm much longer, so he buries his face in Dave's sweaty neck and groans, inhaling the taste and the scent of him and grinds his body forward again, coming hard and seeing white, speckles of brightly colored lights dancing in front of his eyes as he grits his teeth and sucks in a breath.
Dave runs a hand all the way down his back - the way is wet and slick, sweat still rolling down his neck, his shoulders, all the way to the cleft of his ass, where Dave's hand eventually finds a home, resting there gently.
"You okay?" he murmurs. His voice is raw. (It makes Neal shiver with want.)
"You lost," he says instead of answering, and Dave's throaty laughter is gratifying. He doesn't want to move. He's happy here, sprawled against Dave, over him, in him, soaking him up completely.
"So what do you win?"
Neal turns his face to the side, taking a deep breath and pretending to think about it.
"You." It is, by far, one of the cheesiest things he's ever said, but Dave doesn't seem to mind, just sighs happily and flexes beneath him.
"I can live with that."
Title: Good Morning
Author: carolion
Pairing: David Cook/Neal Tiemann
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sleepy sex - either right before bed or right after waking up.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or Neal Tiemann and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~540
David wakes up slowly. There are fingers pressing at the small of his back, just the fingertips, dimpling in his skin he's sure. He leans back into them a little, grunts when they slip and curve around his hips, dragging him closer to the warm body behind him.
"You're awake early," he mumbles, still feeling weary from the night before.
"It's ten o'clock Dave," Neal says into the back of his head. His fingers are rubbing little circles lower and lower on David's hips, and he can feel Neal's erection at his back. He tries to turn, leaning in for a kiss but Neal swats him away.
"Man, don't kiss me, you have morning breath."
David grins lazily and closes his eyes, shrugging a little. "Just trying to be nice," he mumbles, humming at the feel of Neal's hands on his skin, skirting along his stomach, his thighs, up to his chest and then down.
"Don't be nice," Neal rumbles in his ear, nipping at his skin a little. He shifts and slides his cock along David's ass.
"It's too early to fuck, Tiemann," David says, but he doesn't move away. His own cock is responding the the touch, and the gentle kisses Neal is laying on the back of his neck aren't helping the cause. (Or, maybe they are helping - Dave can't tell whose side he's supposed to be on, his exhaustion's or his erection's.)
"Just let me do this then," Neal cajoles, wrapping one hand around David's eagerly rising wood, the other guiding his cock to slide in between Dave's asscheeks.
Neal could be a pretty convincing bastard, David has to admit as he bites down on his bottom lip and resists making a sound. It doesn't take long before he's totally into it, and Neal is stroking him slow and sure. He doesn't seem like he's in a hurry, and Dave stops thinking so much and just relaxes into it.
Neal's erection is hot and hard and familiar against his skin, and he pushes back just a little, moaning when Neal fucks a little faster, a little harder, the wet, slick sounds of his cock rutting up against David's ass lewd and loud in the quiet morning.
His orgasm comes out of nowhere, a wave of pleasure from head to toe that has him moaning long and low, thrusting his hips up jerkily into the circle of Neal's tightly clenched fist. It's slow and steady, and he feels it all the way into his bones, not just skittering on the surface of his skin, but deep into his very core. He sinks even further into bed, weightless but dead-weight - floating but heavier now than before.
"Jesus Neal," he croaks, licking his dry lips. He can barely keep his eyes open, so sated by the rush of release and the endorphins kicking off inside his head that he can feel sleep calling him back. Neal's grip has shifted, back to his hips, and it tightens as he brings himself off.
David listens his breathing, sharp and harsh as he drifts off and hopes, faintly, that Neal has the decency to get a wet cloth and wipe them off or he's going to pissed when he wakes up again.
Author: carolion
Pairing: Andy Skib/Monty Anderson
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Monty/Andy. Andy was pretty excited over twitter to hang out with him today. Birthday sex?
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either Andy Skib or Monty Anderson and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~820
"Are you excited?" Andy asks, crawling on top of Monty, a glint in his eyes. He rests his hands gently on Monty's shoulders, scraping his nails along the soft fabric of his t-shirt and shifting his hips a little.
"It's just another day," Monty says, not looking away from the curve of Andy's mouth.
"It's your birthday," Andy corrects, chiding him and lifting his hands to knock the hat that Monty had been wearing off his head. "Take that off," he says with a grin and then leans in, pressing his mouth to Monty's, slow and sweet and teasing.
"You're more excited about my birthday than I am," Monty mumbles against his mouth, his hands clutching at Andy's hips, at the small of his back, reaching up to press between his shoulder blades.
"Well then maybe you should. Get. More. Excited." Andy says, punctuating every word with a kiss before pulling back and grinning wickedly. He squirms a little on Monty's lap, making the other man groan and grip Andy's shoulders a little tighter, pushing down as Andy scoots back, his fingers making quick work of the button and fly of Monty's pants.
He settles in between Monty's legs, dragging Monty's pants down to his knees and revealing his soft cock, laying quiescent and demure again his thigh. Andy rubs the flat of his palm over Monty's stomach and leans forward, mouthing at his dick, running his lips along the shaft before switching pursuits, grasping Monty's cock with his hand while ducking his head and licking delicately at his balls. He sucks at the soft sacks gently, and he can feel Monty's penis getting hard in his grip, firming up, filling out, and he moans a little using the flat of his tongue to get him completely wet and dripping.
"Jesus," he hears Monty say above him, and Andy glances up, wrapping his lips fully around one ball and sucking a little harder, still stroking his hand up and down Monty's now fully erect penis.
He pulls off with slightly obscene slurping sound and directs his oral attention to the cock now waving full-mast in front of his face, opening his mouth and tonguing the head teasingly, kissing the tip before finally sucking it in. Monty's gratifyingly loud grunt of pleasure sends heat racing to the bottom of Andy's stomach, and when Monty's hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his neck, a tight, possessive grip, he can't help but let out a moan of his own, muffled by the cock shoved in his mouth.
Andy lets his eyes close and he focuses on the heavy weight of Monty's erection, sliding his hand up to grip at Monty's thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh and his nail's leaving half-moon indents. Monty's grip on his neck stays tight and pushes him down whenever he tries to come up for air. He chokes, gasps, drools, and swallows around the hard shaft, taking it further and further until he can feel his throat getting sore and raw.
It's worth it for the sounds Monty is making, hisses and slurs, a nearly nonsensical stream of curses and praises and pleas, words that make Andy want to suck a little harder and moan a little louder and press his fingers up against Monty's perineum, stroking firm. He's hard and leaking in his jeans, hitching his hips a little to hump against the bed when he can, nearly losing his focus when Monty's hand finally fists in his hair and pulls, hard.
"Fuck," Monty says lowly, "jesus goddamn fucking shit," and Andy knows he's close. He pulls off, panting, but begins to jerk Monty off with a single minded determination. (His throat feels bruised, and he wonders how the hell he's going to sing during the weekend, wonders if Dave will be pissed, wonders if Neal will lift an eyebrow and making some disparaging remark. He doesn't care, it feels good, and he wants it to sting a little longer.)
"Come in my mouth," Andy demands, opening wide and sticking his tongue out, angling Monty's stiff dick in the right direction and giving a few more quick, sharp strokes, twisting on the upstroke, and like magic, obediently, Monty does. Andy tries to catch most of it on his tongue, but a little lands on his chin, and some on his jaw. He swallows what ends up in his mouth, humming and leaning forward to kiss Monty's sated cock, nuzzling up and down the length a few times just to feel it twitch feebly agains his skin.
When he finally crawls up to lay besides Monty, the other man is still trying to catch his breath, a little red faced and blazed looking, his eyes half-lidded and dreamy.
"Was that my birthday present?" He asks when Andy gives him a slow, hot, open mouthed kiss.
"No," Andy says, "that was your 'I missed you' present. Just wait until Kyle gets here." And he smiles.
Title: Endurance
Author: carolion
Pairing: David Cook/Neal Tiemann
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Endurance challenge.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or Neal Tiemann and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~590
"Don't come."
A drop of sweat rolls down Dave's neck and Neal leans forward to lick it off, scraping his teeth along the thick, tense tendon there.
"I wasn't gonna."
His voice sounds a little shaky though, and Neal can't help but smirk.
"Really?" He rolls his hips.
"Fuck."
Neal laughs a little, but he has to bite on the inside of his cheek as Dave's whole body tightens and he grunts as Dave's legs clench around his waist.
"Stop that," he murmurs, sobering as Dave starts sharp, little jerks against him. It's driving crazy, making him want to throw Dave onto his back and fuck him into the bed until they're both cussing and coming everywhere. His fingers twitch a little, and the growing need rising inside of him is coiling tighter and tighter. It's not helping that they've been like this for near an hour, Dave sitting pretty on Neal's cock and both of them goading each other into out lasting the other.
"What's the matter?" Dave's breath is coming in pants but he sounds a little more in control than a few seconds ago. "Getting a little tense?" He's teasing him, leaning his head back to gasp at the ceiling, exposing his long, fucking obscene neck to Neal.
When Dave tightens his legs and jerks his hips, his cock rubs against Neal's stomach, smearing the hot pre-cum that leaks from it's tip along his skin, making it shiny and wet.
"Fuck this," Neal finally growls and grabs at Dave's legs, effortlessly dumping him onto his back and lifting his legs to balance on Neal's shoulders as he shoves forward brutally, burying his cock into Dave's tight ass as he moans shamelessly beneath Neal.
"You will come first," Neal snarls into his ear and then fucks him mercilessly, his thighs tense and his hips snapping forward with precision as he wraps a calloused hand around Dave's thick, bobbing cock.
"Fuck, fuck," Dave wails, like it's the only word he knows. "Neal, please."
"Come," Neal says, bending over to kiss Dave, working his mouth with as much ferocity as he works his cock, tongue fucking his mouth wide open and leaving him shaking and cursing as he spasms and comes, gasping desperately into Neal.
It's too much for Neal to take, watching Dave fall apart beneath him, and he's been holding off for too long now to stave off his orgasm much longer, so he buries his face in Dave's sweaty neck and groans, inhaling the taste and the scent of him and grinds his body forward again, coming hard and seeing white, speckles of brightly colored lights dancing in front of his eyes as he grits his teeth and sucks in a breath.
Dave runs a hand all the way down his back - the way is wet and slick, sweat still rolling down his neck, his shoulders, all the way to the cleft of his ass, where Dave's hand eventually finds a home, resting there gently.
"You okay?" he murmurs. His voice is raw. (It makes Neal shiver with want.)
"You lost," he says instead of answering, and Dave's throaty laughter is gratifying. He doesn't want to move. He's happy here, sprawled against Dave, over him, in him, soaking him up completely.
"So what do you win?"
Neal turns his face to the side, taking a deep breath and pretending to think about it.
"You." It is, by far, one of the cheesiest things he's ever said, but Dave doesn't seem to mind, just sighs happily and flexes beneath him.
"I can live with that."
Title: Good Morning
Author: carolion
Pairing: David Cook/Neal Tiemann
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sleepy sex - either right before bed or right after waking up.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or Neal Tiemann and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~540
David wakes up slowly. There are fingers pressing at the small of his back, just the fingertips, dimpling in his skin he's sure. He leans back into them a little, grunts when they slip and curve around his hips, dragging him closer to the warm body behind him.
"You're awake early," he mumbles, still feeling weary from the night before.
"It's ten o'clock Dave," Neal says into the back of his head. His fingers are rubbing little circles lower and lower on David's hips, and he can feel Neal's erection at his back. He tries to turn, leaning in for a kiss but Neal swats him away.
"Man, don't kiss me, you have morning breath."
David grins lazily and closes his eyes, shrugging a little. "Just trying to be nice," he mumbles, humming at the feel of Neal's hands on his skin, skirting along his stomach, his thighs, up to his chest and then down.
"Don't be nice," Neal rumbles in his ear, nipping at his skin a little. He shifts and slides his cock along David's ass.
"It's too early to fuck, Tiemann," David says, but he doesn't move away. His own cock is responding the the touch, and the gentle kisses Neal is laying on the back of his neck aren't helping the cause. (Or, maybe they are helping - Dave can't tell whose side he's supposed to be on, his exhaustion's or his erection's.)
"Just let me do this then," Neal cajoles, wrapping one hand around David's eagerly rising wood, the other guiding his cock to slide in between Dave's asscheeks.
Neal could be a pretty convincing bastard, David has to admit as he bites down on his bottom lip and resists making a sound. It doesn't take long before he's totally into it, and Neal is stroking him slow and sure. He doesn't seem like he's in a hurry, and Dave stops thinking so much and just relaxes into it.
Neal's erection is hot and hard and familiar against his skin, and he pushes back just a little, moaning when Neal fucks a little faster, a little harder, the wet, slick sounds of his cock rutting up against David's ass lewd and loud in the quiet morning.
His orgasm comes out of nowhere, a wave of pleasure from head to toe that has him moaning long and low, thrusting his hips up jerkily into the circle of Neal's tightly clenched fist. It's slow and steady, and he feels it all the way into his bones, not just skittering on the surface of his skin, but deep into his very core. He sinks even further into bed, weightless but dead-weight - floating but heavier now than before.
"Jesus Neal," he croaks, licking his dry lips. He can barely keep his eyes open, so sated by the rush of release and the endorphins kicking off inside his head that he can feel sleep calling him back. Neal's grip has shifted, back to his hips, and it tightens as he brings himself off.
David listens his breathing, sharp and harsh as he drifts off and hopes, faintly, that Neal has the decency to get a wet cloth and wipe them off or he's going to pissed when he wakes up again.