FIC: Dynamite
Title: Dynamite
Author: Cassie (badfalcon)
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson/Riley Smith, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For bellasianna, because she’s having a bad day. Once again dipping into her Riley as Christian & Steve’s boytoy ‘verse. Set after My Weakness Is Too Strong but before Of faux axe murderers and blowjobs that happen when your other half is half a world away/ When You’re 3000 Miles Away
Thanks to: You, for reading. Bella, for continuing to let me play in her sandpit.
Warning: Not beta’d
Disclaimer: Christian Kane, Steve Carlson & Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Riley’s in their favourite place; on his hands and knees between them… and Christian and Steve know exactly what they want to do to him.
Riley swore at the first touch of Christian’s tongue to his ass; blunt fingers spreading him open for teasing, probing laps over his hole. His hands curled into fists in the sheets, Steve’s cock falling from his lips as he threw his head back. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his lower lip as he fought the urge to rock back against Christian.
A strangled gasp escaped him, his whole body tensing and trembling; Christian pulling back to kiss, nibble and lick his ass cheeks, biting down once, making him cry out.
“Keep sucking boy,” Steve growled, his hands tightening in Riley’s hair, tugging him forward again, and pushing his erection past his lips.
Riley gasped, panting for breath as Steve fucked his mouth. He knelt there, rocking between them; Steve’s cock in his mouth and Christian’s lips on his ass, his own cock hard and aching, smearing his belly with pre-come. He was desperate to come, moaning around Steve’s cock as Steve and Christian used him; the thought making his cheeks flush red with embarrassment and his cock twitch with arousal. Another moan was ripped from his throat at the nudge of Christian’s nose against his balls; tongue licking a long, slow path back and forth along the furrow.
He rocked back against Christian, grunting at the smirk he could feel on Christian’s face as he repeated the stroke, over and over, varying the speed and pressure of his tongue.
“Don’t get too distracted,” Steve insisted. “My dick still needs your lips around it.” He thrust hips thrusting up, forcing his cock further into Riley’s mouth, deep enough to hit the back of his throat.
Riley gagged, choking, tears streaming down his face. Steve pulled out and leaned forward to cup Riley’s face in his hand, peppering kisses across his flushed skin, scrubbing his tears away, muttering soothingly.
Riley opened his mouth to apologise, to kiss Steve - he wasn’t quite sure what - but all that came out was a needy keen as Christian flattened his tongue against his opening, alternately pushing in and out, licking up and down. “Fuck, Chris!” He thrust back, one hand reaching under him to grab his cock, but stilled by Steve grabbing his wrist.
“No you don’t,” Steve warned him, placing his hand back on the bed. “No touching yourself, Riley - you know the rules.” He grinned as Riley whimpered, lifting heavy-lidded green eyes. “You want to come?” He offered and Riley nodded, pleas tumbling from his lips, and then kissed away by Steve. “Not until I do.”
Riley whimpered and Steve sat back against the headboard, fingers cording through Riley’s hair. He looked over his shoulder and met Christian’s eyes, shuddering at the though of Christian rimming him the way he was Riley: tongue licking a ring around his opening; fingers teasing his balls and the base of his cock, Riley moaning and bucking back against him.
“Riley…” There was a warning tone to Steve’s voice that got Riley’s attention through the aroused haze in his head, enough for him to dip his head back to Steve’s lap, licking his way around the head of Steve’s cock, teasing laps of his tongue he knew would drive Steve crazy. “Fuck, yeah. Like that.” His fingers tangled once again in Riley’s hair, hips bucking up, Riley’s tongue licking stripes down the sides of his cock, moaning and humming around him. Steve swore again, head slamming back against the wall, Riley’s tongue working at the underside of the head, lips sucking gently, continuing to moan around him as Christian’s tongue darted in and out of him.
“Make me come,” Steve ground out, voice rough and husky sending another tremor of need through Riley.
Riley pulled back with a whine, trying to rock back against Christian but his hips were held still. “Fuck, please.” He looked back over his shoulder, licking his lips as he watched Christian slicking his fingers up with lube.
“Make Steve come,” Chris ordered, sliding his fingers into Riley, pumping them in and out, scissoring them, fingers his prostate until Riley was trembling on the bed, arching up and spreading his legs; offering himself to Christian. “I don’t fuck you until you do. Make it good for him and I’ll make it good for you.”
Riley whined, but obeyed, taking Steve’s cock back in his mouth, tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit. He slid his mouth down the length, hollowing his cheeks, sucking the way Steve loved it, head bobbing in a rhythm he knew would bring Steve off; Christian’s fingers fucking him with the same motion until he was moaning almost constantly, nostrils flaring as he dragged air in through his nose. He pulled back, holding only the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth, taking a deep breath before sliding all the way down and swallowing around him, Steve swearing and bucking up, fingers tightening, hips stuttering before flooding his mouth with come.
Swallowing convulsively, Riley pulled back one last time, tongue and lips cleaning Steve off until Steve whimpered and pushed Riley away; his legs falling slack either side of him.
Almost instantly, Christian’s rose back on his knees, pulling Riley onto his lap and thrusting into him with one long slow stroke. Riley cried out, arching up, his head falling back onto Christian’s shoulder. “Good boy,” Christian praised him fingers straying down his chest to pinch his nipples, thrusting hard and fast into him, Riley slamming down at the same time.
Steve moaned watching them and crawled forward, plastering himself against Riley. He grabbed his head, plunging his tongue past Riley's lips, tasting himself on Riley. One hand slid down, fingers tangling with Christian’s around Riley’s cock; jerking him off as he kissed him, Christian fucking him hard until Riley was crying out his orgasm and bucking between them, slumping back against Christian but pulling Steve with him, hands running up and down his chest, kissing him sloppily.
Christian grunted, his grip on Riley tightening, his thrusts growing more erratic as Steve and Riley pressed against him, their fingers and lips coaxing him to his own climax. He slumped forward, flaccid cock sliding from Riley as he collapsed on the bed, arms still tight around him. He rolled the two off them off Steve but grabbed his arm, pulling Steve into the embrace, kissing him desperately over Riley’s shoulder, biting on his lower lip; Riley moaning and writhing between them, whole body still hypersensitive.
Steve chuckled and rolled onto his back, stretching out with a sigh before pulling Riley against him.
Grinning, Riley wriggled around on the bed to rest his head on Steve’s chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his belly. He sighed contentedly as Christian spooned up behind him tightly, sucking lightly on the back of his neck. He slid one hand around to squeeze Christian’s ass, squirming and whimpering as Christian bit down.
“You were right, Chris,” Steve commented, running his hands through his lover’s hair. “He does have a fucking good mouth.”
“I know,” Christian laughed smugly, pressing a wet kiss to Riley’s cheek.
Riley blushed as they continued talking about him as though he wasn’t even there; commenting on his ass and mouth - and all the things they wanted to do to him.
“Can we keep him?” Chris asked hopefully, lifting himself up on one elbow to lean over and kiss Steve. “Please?”
“Like I can ever say no to you?” Steve rolled his eyes, deepening the kiss. “Yes, Chris, we can keep him.“
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie (badfalcon)
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson/Riley Smith, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For bellasianna, because she’s having a bad day. Once again dipping into her Riley as Christian & Steve’s boytoy ‘verse. Set after My Weakness Is Too Strong but before Of faux axe murderers and blowjobs that happen when your other half is half a world away/ When You’re 3000 Miles Away
Thanks to: You, for reading. Bella, for continuing to let me play in her sandpit.
Warning: Not beta’d
Disclaimer: Christian Kane, Steve Carlson & Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Riley’s in their favourite place; on his hands and knees between them… and Christian and Steve know exactly what they want to do to him.
Riley swore at the first touch of Christian’s tongue to his ass; blunt fingers spreading him open for teasing, probing laps over his hole. His hands curled into fists in the sheets, Steve’s cock falling from his lips as he threw his head back. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his lower lip as he fought the urge to rock back against Christian.
A strangled gasp escaped him, his whole body tensing and trembling; Christian pulling back to kiss, nibble and lick his ass cheeks, biting down once, making him cry out.
“Keep sucking boy,” Steve growled, his hands tightening in Riley’s hair, tugging him forward again, and pushing his erection past his lips.
Riley gasped, panting for breath as Steve fucked his mouth. He knelt there, rocking between them; Steve’s cock in his mouth and Christian’s lips on his ass, his own cock hard and aching, smearing his belly with pre-come. He was desperate to come, moaning around Steve’s cock as Steve and Christian used him; the thought making his cheeks flush red with embarrassment and his cock twitch with arousal. Another moan was ripped from his throat at the nudge of Christian’s nose against his balls; tongue licking a long, slow path back and forth along the furrow.
He rocked back against Christian, grunting at the smirk he could feel on Christian’s face as he repeated the stroke, over and over, varying the speed and pressure of his tongue.
“Don’t get too distracted,” Steve insisted. “My dick still needs your lips around it.” He thrust hips thrusting up, forcing his cock further into Riley’s mouth, deep enough to hit the back of his throat.
Riley gagged, choking, tears streaming down his face. Steve pulled out and leaned forward to cup Riley’s face in his hand, peppering kisses across his flushed skin, scrubbing his tears away, muttering soothingly.
Riley opened his mouth to apologise, to kiss Steve - he wasn’t quite sure what - but all that came out was a needy keen as Christian flattened his tongue against his opening, alternately pushing in and out, licking up and down. “Fuck, Chris!” He thrust back, one hand reaching under him to grab his cock, but stilled by Steve grabbing his wrist.
“No you don’t,” Steve warned him, placing his hand back on the bed. “No touching yourself, Riley - you know the rules.” He grinned as Riley whimpered, lifting heavy-lidded green eyes. “You want to come?” He offered and Riley nodded, pleas tumbling from his lips, and then kissed away by Steve. “Not until I do.”
Riley whimpered and Steve sat back against the headboard, fingers cording through Riley’s hair. He looked over his shoulder and met Christian’s eyes, shuddering at the though of Christian rimming him the way he was Riley: tongue licking a ring around his opening; fingers teasing his balls and the base of his cock, Riley moaning and bucking back against him.
“Riley…” There was a warning tone to Steve’s voice that got Riley’s attention through the aroused haze in his head, enough for him to dip his head back to Steve’s lap, licking his way around the head of Steve’s cock, teasing laps of his tongue he knew would drive Steve crazy. “Fuck, yeah. Like that.” His fingers tangled once again in Riley’s hair, hips bucking up, Riley’s tongue licking stripes down the sides of his cock, moaning and humming around him. Steve swore again, head slamming back against the wall, Riley’s tongue working at the underside of the head, lips sucking gently, continuing to moan around him as Christian’s tongue darted in and out of him.
“Make me come,” Steve ground out, voice rough and husky sending another tremor of need through Riley.
Riley pulled back with a whine, trying to rock back against Christian but his hips were held still. “Fuck, please.” He looked back over his shoulder, licking his lips as he watched Christian slicking his fingers up with lube.
“Make Steve come,” Chris ordered, sliding his fingers into Riley, pumping them in and out, scissoring them, fingers his prostate until Riley was trembling on the bed, arching up and spreading his legs; offering himself to Christian. “I don’t fuck you until you do. Make it good for him and I’ll make it good for you.”
Riley whined, but obeyed, taking Steve’s cock back in his mouth, tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit. He slid his mouth down the length, hollowing his cheeks, sucking the way Steve loved it, head bobbing in a rhythm he knew would bring Steve off; Christian’s fingers fucking him with the same motion until he was moaning almost constantly, nostrils flaring as he dragged air in through his nose. He pulled back, holding only the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth, taking a deep breath before sliding all the way down and swallowing around him, Steve swearing and bucking up, fingers tightening, hips stuttering before flooding his mouth with come.
Swallowing convulsively, Riley pulled back one last time, tongue and lips cleaning Steve off until Steve whimpered and pushed Riley away; his legs falling slack either side of him.
Almost instantly, Christian’s rose back on his knees, pulling Riley onto his lap and thrusting into him with one long slow stroke. Riley cried out, arching up, his head falling back onto Christian’s shoulder. “Good boy,” Christian praised him fingers straying down his chest to pinch his nipples, thrusting hard and fast into him, Riley slamming down at the same time.
Steve moaned watching them and crawled forward, plastering himself against Riley. He grabbed his head, plunging his tongue past Riley's lips, tasting himself on Riley. One hand slid down, fingers tangling with Christian’s around Riley’s cock; jerking him off as he kissed him, Christian fucking him hard until Riley was crying out his orgasm and bucking between them, slumping back against Christian but pulling Steve with him, hands running up and down his chest, kissing him sloppily.
Christian grunted, his grip on Riley tightening, his thrusts growing more erratic as Steve and Riley pressed against him, their fingers and lips coaxing him to his own climax. He slumped forward, flaccid cock sliding from Riley as he collapsed on the bed, arms still tight around him. He rolled the two off them off Steve but grabbed his arm, pulling Steve into the embrace, kissing him desperately over Riley’s shoulder, biting on his lower lip; Riley moaning and writhing between them, whole body still hypersensitive.
Steve chuckled and rolled onto his back, stretching out with a sigh before pulling Riley against him.
Grinning, Riley wriggled around on the bed to rest his head on Steve’s chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his belly. He sighed contentedly as Christian spooned up behind him tightly, sucking lightly on the back of his neck. He slid one hand around to squeeze Christian’s ass, squirming and whimpering as Christian bit down.
“You were right, Chris,” Steve commented, running his hands through his lover’s hair. “He does have a fucking good mouth.”
“I know,” Christian laughed smugly, pressing a wet kiss to Riley’s cheek.
Riley blushed as they continued talking about him as though he wasn’t even there; commenting on his ass and mouth - and all the things they wanted to do to him.
“Can we keep him?” Chris asked hopefully, lifting himself up on one elbow to lean over and kiss Steve. “Please?”
“Like I can ever say no to you?” Steve rolled his eyes, deepening the kiss. “Yes, Chris, we can keep him.“
~El Fin~