FIC: Woke Up This Morning
Title: Woke up This Morning
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane 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.
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, encouragement and introducing me to the hot chocolate at Cadbury World ;)
Summary: He's sticky and slimy from come, sweat and lube… Christian whimpering in his sleep and rocking back against him...
Steve wakes up hard, horny and spooned up loosely behind Christian. He's sticky and slimy from come, sweat and lube. And hard, his cock slipping easily between Christian's thighs. It's early, too early to be awake - daybreak filtering in through the blinds, dawn gently starting to light the room and it doesn't take long for him to realize what woke him; the soft sounds of Christian whimpering in his sleep and rocking back against him makes him grin. He tugs Christian close against him, holding him tight against his chest with one arm, lips trailing down his neck.
Christian murmurs as he stirs and wakes, both relaxing in Steve's arms and rocking back against him, both men moaning softly at the sensation. He presses his thighs closed around Steve's cock as they rock against each other
Steve's arm tightens around Christian's hips, holding him flush as he continues to thrust forward against him with a low moan. He slides his other hand down over Christian's chest and belly to curl his fingers around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Christian groans and arches his back, his head falling back against Steve's shoulder. His hips rock forward into Steve's hand, then back against his cock, rubbing against him as Steve thrusts forwards. He reaches behind him, hands trailing randomly over Steve, tracing over his legs, his arms, cupping his ass, pulling him even closer; Steve's balls rubbing against the backs of Christian's thighs. He curls one hand around the back of Steve's neck, twisting against him as he tugs his head down for a kiss; the faintest touch of lip on lip, his tongue flickering out against Steve's and Steve's breaking the kiss, his lips, teeth and tongue making their way down his neck to nuzzle, bite, kiss and lick at his throat. Christian whimpers under the sensual onslaught, bucking back and forth as Steve continues thrusting between his thighs, skin becoming slippery with pre-come.
They're both panting as they rock against each other, soft moans and whimpers punctuating the slap and slide of skin on skin; Steve rubbing against Christian, thrusting his hips forward, his cock between Christian's thighs, Christian rocking back against him, then forward into his hand. Steve's nuzzling Christian's throat, Christian arching and bucking, a murmur of Steve's name tumbling from his lips.
Steve whispers in reply, his legs clamping down on Christian's, arm pulling him harder against his chest and his fingers curling tighter around his cock, strokes becoming firmer, harder and surer until Christian's whimpering and squirming, bucking and thrusting back and forth. Steve moans as Christian rubs against his cock, hips jerking as pleasure crashes through him, his come spurting over Christian's thighs, trickling onto the sheets as Christian's coating Steve's hand.
Christian slumps back against Steve; Steve's cock still between his thighs and Steve's fingers still curled around his cock. His eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath, both of them lying contently wrapped around each other. Until Christian squirms around to face Steve, fingers tracing over the sated, sleepy smile on his lips; a smile Christian's sure he's wearing in return. He curls up against Steve, tangling their legs together and resting his head on his shoulder.
Steve sighs softly, his arms wrapping around Christian as he leans down to kiss him, their lips brushing lightly against each other. He runs his hand through Christian's hair; Christian leaning into the touch as they drift back to sleep.
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane 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.
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, encouragement and introducing me to the hot chocolate at Cadbury World ;)
Summary: He's sticky and slimy from come, sweat and lube… Christian whimpering in his sleep and rocking back against him...
Steve wakes up hard, horny and spooned up loosely behind Christian. He's sticky and slimy from come, sweat and lube. And hard, his cock slipping easily between Christian's thighs. It's early, too early to be awake - daybreak filtering in through the blinds, dawn gently starting to light the room and it doesn't take long for him to realize what woke him; the soft sounds of Christian whimpering in his sleep and rocking back against him makes him grin. He tugs Christian close against him, holding him tight against his chest with one arm, lips trailing down his neck.
Christian murmurs as he stirs and wakes, both relaxing in Steve's arms and rocking back against him, both men moaning softly at the sensation. He presses his thighs closed around Steve's cock as they rock against each other
Steve's arm tightens around Christian's hips, holding him flush as he continues to thrust forward against him with a low moan. He slides his other hand down over Christian's chest and belly to curl his fingers around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Christian groans and arches his back, his head falling back against Steve's shoulder. His hips rock forward into Steve's hand, then back against his cock, rubbing against him as Steve thrusts forwards. He reaches behind him, hands trailing randomly over Steve, tracing over his legs, his arms, cupping his ass, pulling him even closer; Steve's balls rubbing against the backs of Christian's thighs. He curls one hand around the back of Steve's neck, twisting against him as he tugs his head down for a kiss; the faintest touch of lip on lip, his tongue flickering out against Steve's and Steve's breaking the kiss, his lips, teeth and tongue making their way down his neck to nuzzle, bite, kiss and lick at his throat. Christian whimpers under the sensual onslaught, bucking back and forth as Steve continues thrusting between his thighs, skin becoming slippery with pre-come.
They're both panting as they rock against each other, soft moans and whimpers punctuating the slap and slide of skin on skin; Steve rubbing against Christian, thrusting his hips forward, his cock between Christian's thighs, Christian rocking back against him, then forward into his hand. Steve's nuzzling Christian's throat, Christian arching and bucking, a murmur of Steve's name tumbling from his lips.
Steve whispers in reply, his legs clamping down on Christian's, arm pulling him harder against his chest and his fingers curling tighter around his cock, strokes becoming firmer, harder and surer until Christian's whimpering and squirming, bucking and thrusting back and forth. Steve moans as Christian rubs against his cock, hips jerking as pleasure crashes through him, his come spurting over Christian's thighs, trickling onto the sheets as Christian's coating Steve's hand.
Christian slumps back against Steve; Steve's cock still between his thighs and Steve's fingers still curled around his cock. His eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath, both of them lying contently wrapped around each other. Until Christian squirms around to face Steve, fingers tracing over the sated, sleepy smile on his lips; a smile Christian's sure he's wearing in return. He curls up against Steve, tangling their legs together and resting his head on his shoulder.
Steve sighs softly, his arms wrapping around Christian as he leans down to kiss him, their lips brushing lightly against each other. He runs his hand through Christian's hair; Christian leaning into the touch as they drift back to sleep.
~El Fin~