I'm Doing That Thing Where I Post Fic
Title: Faces and Facades
Pairing: Adam/Michelle, Adam/John
Rating: R ish? There's sex, but no objectionable language.
Summary: It never occurred to Adam previously how much Michelle looks like her brother.
Disclaimer: The follow is a work of fiction. All real names, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner.
Notes: I got to use the phrase "John's pussy". Multiple times!
Heavy breathing sifts past Adam's ears, while his mouth reaches and devours every piece of flesh it can find. Michelle's hands grasp blindly at him: his shoulders, his back, his hair. When his tongue reaches her naval, she gasps softly.
It never occurred previously to Adam how much Michelle looks like her brother.
And then suddenly that is all that occurs to him. Adam looks up, meets Michelle's eyes, but it is John who is staring back at him. Michelle's quiet, breathy gasps are not hers; instead they are replaced by John's nasally whine. Her jaw, which is strong to begin with, produces a dusting of stubble.
In Adam's head, he knows this is wrong. He knows John is the last thing he should be thinking about whilst he makes love to Michelle; he knows he should stop, tell her something is wrong; he knows he shouldn't be painfully hard. He knows these things the same way he knows he won't stop, and he can blame curiousity.
When he presses his hands around Michelle's breasts, in some attempt to cup them, he's met with nothing-- just hard bone. He can vaguely feel the outline of John's ribcage. Even when he has his fingers buried inside of Michelle, soft and fleshy and wet, all he can think of is John. John's pussy. It might be funny if it were to show up at a less inconvenient time. Maybe it is funny anyway.
Adam glances up at Michelle's face-- at the sexless Nolan beneath him-- and her eyes are closed. Her jaw is clenched and his lips tightly pursed. Breath makes its way from her nose in erratic bursts.
There is an addition from Adam's mind of a sickening sloshing sound, as he slides his fingers out of Michelle. He wipes them on the blanket.
The only thing Adam's gaze is comfortable meeting is John's pelvis, so undeniably female.. Something about it adds the first hint of horror for Adam. John and Michelle are, in fact, not the same individual, but they are both beautiful, and, somehow, they are both lying before Adam.
This is Adam and Michelle. This is Adam and John.
In part, the thing that pushes Adam forward, helps him to align himself with Michelle-- even if it takes him a few embarrassing moments-- is the idea that it isn't just Michelle. It is this sexless Nolan, it's John's pussy.
Adam is buried deep inside of John's pussy, running his hands over every piece of Michelle's skin he can touch. Dark hair emerges beneath his fingertips, in places where Michelle-- luckily-- lacks it. The normally sickly pale skin is flushed red from exertion.
A soft cry of John's name slips past Adam's lips, long and drawn out, when he comes. The sound is barely above a whisper, but with Adam's lips right next to Michelle's ear, there's no way she cannot hear it.
From there, everything spirals downward.
Pairing: Adam/Michelle, Adam/John
Rating: R ish? There's sex, but no objectionable language.
Summary: It never occurred to Adam previously how much Michelle looks like her brother.
Disclaimer: The follow is a work of fiction. All real names, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner.
Notes: I got to use the phrase "John's pussy". Multiple times!
Heavy breathing sifts past Adam's ears, while his mouth reaches and devours every piece of flesh it can find. Michelle's hands grasp blindly at him: his shoulders, his back, his hair. When his tongue reaches her naval, she gasps softly.
It never occurred previously to Adam how much Michelle looks like her brother.
And then suddenly that is all that occurs to him. Adam looks up, meets Michelle's eyes, but it is John who is staring back at him. Michelle's quiet, breathy gasps are not hers; instead they are replaced by John's nasally whine. Her jaw, which is strong to begin with, produces a dusting of stubble.
In Adam's head, he knows this is wrong. He knows John is the last thing he should be thinking about whilst he makes love to Michelle; he knows he should stop, tell her something is wrong; he knows he shouldn't be painfully hard. He knows these things the same way he knows he won't stop, and he can blame curiousity.
When he presses his hands around Michelle's breasts, in some attempt to cup them, he's met with nothing-- just hard bone. He can vaguely feel the outline of John's ribcage. Even when he has his fingers buried inside of Michelle, soft and fleshy and wet, all he can think of is John. John's pussy. It might be funny if it were to show up at a less inconvenient time. Maybe it is funny anyway.
Adam glances up at Michelle's face-- at the sexless Nolan beneath him-- and her eyes are closed. Her jaw is clenched and his lips tightly pursed. Breath makes its way from her nose in erratic bursts.
There is an addition from Adam's mind of a sickening sloshing sound, as he slides his fingers out of Michelle. He wipes them on the blanket.
The only thing Adam's gaze is comfortable meeting is John's pelvis, so undeniably female.. Something about it adds the first hint of horror for Adam. John and Michelle are, in fact, not the same individual, but they are both beautiful, and, somehow, they are both lying before Adam.
This is Adam and Michelle. This is Adam and John.
In part, the thing that pushes Adam forward, helps him to align himself with Michelle-- even if it takes him a few embarrassing moments-- is the idea that it isn't just Michelle. It is this sexless Nolan, it's John's pussy.
Adam is buried deep inside of John's pussy, running his hands over every piece of Michelle's skin he can touch. Dark hair emerges beneath his fingertips, in places where Michelle-- luckily-- lacks it. The normally sickly pale skin is flushed red from exertion.
A soft cry of John's name slips past Adam's lips, long and drawn out, when he comes. The sound is barely above a whisper, but with Adam's lips right next to Michelle's ear, there's no way she cannot hear it.
From there, everything spirals downward.