Numero Quatro
Title: You Are My Signal Fire (Part 4)
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White
Word Count: 541
Rating: 18 A - For swearing and foreplay ;)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’.
Summary: Ian sucks! or not...that big tease!
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||
Still Raycroft’s POV
I looked up at the man I was quickly beginning to like…a lot. I mean what wasn’t to like, he was hot, he was young, and he was straddling me on my bed. He moved my hands up beside my head, pinning me underneath him and then leaned forward to kiss me, but he didn’t! He hovered there right above me, teasing me, lips barely an inch from mine. I squirmed restlessly underneath him.
“C’mon” I whined, “I’m too old for these games.”
He laughed at me, “Old? You’re only five years older than me! You’re not even 30 yet. You've got plenty of time still.” He whispered in my ear and then nibbled it a little.
I whimpered a little, my nerve endings becoming ever more sensitive as I got more and more excited. I could feel the blood filling my penis as he teased, getting firmer in my boxers underneath him. He licked along my jawline, still avoiding my lips. This was torture! And yet…it felt better than anything I’d had in a long time…that I could remember.
I sighed, “Ian stop tormenting me and do something about what’s going on in my pants.”
He laughed, “Oh you’re telling me what to do?” He pushed me down on the bed a little harder, “But you’re the one on the bottom, so I don’t think you are in any position to order me around.”
I groaned as he sucked on my neck, oh please god don’t leave a mark, but it felt…so…good. My train of thought was now a smouldering wreck of incoherent fantasies as he now worked on my chest. I was older and yet he seemed to be the more experienced one, what do they teach these young kids these days in training camp?
He let go of my arms finally and moving to my feet he slowly eased off my boxers, freeing my erection from its enclosure.
He raised an eyebrow at me, “You certainly are amused easily.”
“What can I say, I like what you do to me…or don’t, you big fuckin’ tease.”
He grinned that adorable grin and continued his path down my chest onto my abdomen, getting ever closer to where I was dying for him to go. Almost….there…and then he stopped, sitting on top of me again.
“Why are you stopping?” I ask, beginning to get frustrated.
“Well…” He leaned down, finally kissing me. It was deep and passionate and it sent shivers down my spine, only making me want him even more.
“I think…” He kissed me again, this time letting his tongue run along my bottom lip. He pulled away.
“I’ll leave you like this…for now.” He grinned devilishly and jumped off the bed.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me?!” I protested sitting up, my mouth open in shock.
“Maybe you’ll have better luck tomorrow” he opened the door, “if you’re ready to let me do what I want.”
I opened my mouth to protest but I was still in shock, “But…” and with that he slipped through the doorway closing the door behind him.
I slumped back on to the bed, ”What the fuck just happened…?” I asked myself. I shrugged, I guess I’ll just have to take care of this errection on my own.
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White
Word Count: 541
Rating: 18 A - For swearing and foreplay ;)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’.
Summary: Ian sucks! or not...that big tease!
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||
Still Raycroft’s POV
I looked up at the man I was quickly beginning to like…a lot. I mean what wasn’t to like, he was hot, he was young, and he was straddling me on my bed. He moved my hands up beside my head, pinning me underneath him and then leaned forward to kiss me, but he didn’t! He hovered there right above me, teasing me, lips barely an inch from mine. I squirmed restlessly underneath him.
“C’mon” I whined, “I’m too old for these games.”
He laughed at me, “Old? You’re only five years older than me! You’re not even 30 yet. You've got plenty of time still.” He whispered in my ear and then nibbled it a little.
I whimpered a little, my nerve endings becoming ever more sensitive as I got more and more excited. I could feel the blood filling my penis as he teased, getting firmer in my boxers underneath him. He licked along my jawline, still avoiding my lips. This was torture! And yet…it felt better than anything I’d had in a long time…that I could remember.
I sighed, “Ian stop tormenting me and do something about what’s going on in my pants.”
He laughed, “Oh you’re telling me what to do?” He pushed me down on the bed a little harder, “But you’re the one on the bottom, so I don’t think you are in any position to order me around.”
I groaned as he sucked on my neck, oh please god don’t leave a mark, but it felt…so…good. My train of thought was now a smouldering wreck of incoherent fantasies as he now worked on my chest. I was older and yet he seemed to be the more experienced one, what do they teach these young kids these days in training camp?
He let go of my arms finally and moving to my feet he slowly eased off my boxers, freeing my erection from its enclosure.
He raised an eyebrow at me, “You certainly are amused easily.”
“What can I say, I like what you do to me…or don’t, you big fuckin’ tease.”
He grinned that adorable grin and continued his path down my chest onto my abdomen, getting ever closer to where I was dying for him to go. Almost….there…and then he stopped, sitting on top of me again.
“Why are you stopping?” I ask, beginning to get frustrated.
“Well…” He leaned down, finally kissing me. It was deep and passionate and it sent shivers down my spine, only making me want him even more.
“I think…” He kissed me again, this time letting his tongue run along my bottom lip. He pulled away.
“I’ll leave you like this…for now.” He grinned devilishly and jumped off the bed.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me?!” I protested sitting up, my mouth open in shock.
“Maybe you’ll have better luck tomorrow” he opened the door, “if you’re ready to let me do what I want.”
I opened my mouth to protest but I was still in shock, “But…” and with that he slipped through the doorway closing the door behind him.
I slumped back on to the bed, ”What the fuck just happened…?” I asked myself. I shrugged, I guess I’ll just have to take care of this errection on my own.