US/UK or UK/US I like it both ways, so it doesn't matter. Sex in a truck bed.
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So I decided to give this one a go. I tried to make it just a PWP, but it slowly turned into something a bit more... still barely any plot, but whatever. It can also be read a sequel to something I've written in the past (and it's probably totally obvious, derp), but can also really very easily be read as just its own thing, so...
I hope it isn't a problem for the OP, or for anyone who decides to give this fill a read. I hope you like it, and the rest of it should be up soon, I hope!
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 1
anonymous
August 2 2010, 18:57:48 UTC
America yawned for the second time in five minutes, with mouth opened wide and the smallest pop of his jaw. He rubbed at his cheek idly, cringing only slightly from the crack.
England eyed him warily from the passenger seat, arms crossed and looking customarily grumpy. “If you fall asleep and crash this car I am never forgiving you.”
“I’m not going to fall asleep, geez,” America whined. “The sun hasn’t even set completely yet.”
If looks could kill, England would have killed him on the spot-and then they really would have gotten into a crash and died (except that America would already be dead). It was a circular ‘what if’, but America usually thrived with such things. He grinned sheepishly at England, still feeling that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach-giddy, unsure. Thrilled. That strange flop in his belly that he got whenever he looked at England for too long and realized holy crap, we kind of inexplicably like each other. It wouldn’t matter how long that fact was true, it seemed that flop would never rid
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 2
anonymous
August 2 2010, 18:58:50 UTC
“God, what crawled up your ass and died?” America asked, looking perplexed.
“You’re the only thing that’s been up there, so you tell me,” England said, shockingly prim, and without missing a beat-so quick and so completely nonchalant despite saying something so lewd. It actually made America sputter, which never ever happened. He sputtered out a few incoherent words and England’s lips twitched again, this time into a victorious smirk
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 3
anonymous
August 2 2010, 18:59:25 UTC
But England was looking away, face bright red. “Never you mind.”
“No-wait. You-holy shit,” was America’s intelligent reply.
“Forget it,” England muttered, “I must be just as mad as you. Tired. Need to get to a bed and just sleep. Christ.”
“You want-Jesus!” America shouted, still speeding down the highway.
“Would you just drop it?” England barked, whipping his head around to punch at America’s shoulder, his face beat red. “I don’t know what came over me-I’m clearly just as daft as you are
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 4
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:00:35 UTC
“Englaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand,” America whined, as it’d worked in the past.
“Stop that at once!” England shouted.
“Come ooooon,” America goaded, and this time did pout. “It might keep me awake-I definitely won’t be yawning!”
England scoffed, turning his nose upwards, and looking his self-righteous best. A beat passed between them, and they looked anywhere but at each other. England shifted, then hesitated, looking awkward. The entire situation was awkward-they were awkward. America wasn’t used to the relationship thing-he hadn’t been in a serious one for very long, and not for a long time. And England was the first one who wasn’t a girl-and he definitely hadn’t gotten a BJ in a car before-probably because if anyone ever caught him in public, America would die of puritanical shock. And he never, ever would have expected England in a million years to ever offer to do something like this in a truck (a truck that England had more than once on this trip deemed unsophisticated). He knew the guy was a pervert-but Jesus
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 5
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:01:20 UTC
England murmured something incoherent, his breath hot and transient against the expanse of his skin. Fingers brushed over his half-hard cock and the breath breezed closer to his cockhead. America almost clenched his eyes shut before he remembered he was supposed to keep his eyes on the road. He bit his lip. It felt strange, to know England was there, but not be able to see him, unless he glanced downwards
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | Part 6
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:02:03 UTC
England hummed around his cock, relaxed his throat to take more of him. The angle was far too awkward for England to even consider deep-throating him, but he took as much of America as he could, keeping his mouth tight and warm, an inexplicably pleasurable heat that made America’s vision burn white for a moment. And it took all he could not to pull over and give his full attention to England, but he knew that England would fly away from him if he were to do that, that in these moments England let his inhibitions drop away, afraid of the moment when they had to return, and let himself love America the way he said he did (and the way America, no matter what, knew was the truth). But there was still a small wall between them, something that they’d started to knock down but still had a long way to go before it could be fully torn away
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 7
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:02:41 UTC
“Relax,” England commanded, in the kind of voice he got in the face of hysteria. His expression slated off to something very determined and composed, despite the situation. “Slow down and pull over.”
“But-!”
England gave him a sharp look and shoved America’s boxers and jeans back up, zipping it up and redoing the belt.
“There.”
“I’m still hard England, and he’s going to notice if suddenly you just sit up like that!” America cried out and, yes, he was becoming quite hysterical
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 8
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:03:28 UTC
“Well shoot,” America said, laughing, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I just wanted to get to a motel as quick as possible so my friend here could get a decent night’s sleep
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 9
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:04:19 UTC
England looked startled, rearing back away from America from the sudden outburst. “My dear-”
“Fuck!” America shouted, flushing in shame instead of pleasure at the pet name-god, that was not what he wanted now, not ever-“What if she already knew? What if she could tell? Do you think she had gaydar? Does it even work if you’re just sitting there-?”
“She wouldn’t have known,” England soothed. “I was asleep. It’s okay…”
“It’s not okay! What kind of straight guy sleeps on another guy’s lap like that?” America snapped, suddenly furious that England wasn’t properly freaking out, either. “Fuck, England! She must have totally known! Oh god, what if she could tell I had a boner?”
“She didn’t-”
“How can you be so sure?” America insisted.
England’s face closed off, just slightly, and his back went rigid. “America. You’re being ridiculous…”
“I am not!” America protested. “It’s totally-oh god, I knew I shouldn’t have said yes! I should have just pulled over and gotten a coffee or something and god, I think that shaved
( ... )
Wasteland Starsweeping | part 11
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:05:40 UTC
Up ahead was a rest area. That was all he could do. He would snooze for a few hours and set out again to find a motel. It would have to do. He clicked on the truck’s blinker and merged off the highway and towards the rest area. It was small, only a few parking spaces and a bathroom. It would have to do
( ... )
Re: Wasteland Starsweeping | part 11
anonymous
August 2 2010, 19:31:23 UTC
Aaaaaaaaaah, your good characterization slays me! <3 I can't even make a coherent review right now, what the hell? XD
You're really good at putting a knot in my throat, anon; England's reaction in this seemed really raw, and you don't flinch back from all the ways these two manage to clumsily hurt each. They're both so inexperienced at ... not being emotionally retarded to each other. *facepalm* This is going to be another emotional rollercoaster, isn't it? (You're too good at building and maintaining awkward, awkward tension and writing raw, emotional conflict. Even when the conflict is just hovering over the two of them like a gathering storm. It just sucks me right into the story because it seems so real.)
And yay for writing sex and relationships where things don't go smoothly. I adore realism in fic, anon. <3 (And it totally was you; your titles give you away before the amazing characterization has a chance to! ♥)
... I have to admit, though, reading this made me laugh horribly inappropriately: “She could totally
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US/UK or UK/US I like it both ways, so it doesn't matter. Sex in a truck bed.
*
So I decided to give this one a go. I tried to make it just a PWP, but it slowly turned into something a bit more... still barely any plot, but whatever. It can also be read a sequel to something I've written in the past (and it's probably totally obvious, derp), but can also really very easily be read as just its own thing, so...
I hope it isn't a problem for the OP, or for anyone who decides to give this fill a read. I hope you like it, and the rest of it should be up soon, I hope!
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England eyed him warily from the passenger seat, arms crossed and looking customarily grumpy. “If you fall asleep and crash this car I am never forgiving you.”
“I’m not going to fall asleep, geez,” America whined. “The sun hasn’t even set completely yet.”
If looks could kill, England would have killed him on the spot-and then they really would have gotten into a crash and died (except that America would already be dead). It was a circular ‘what if’, but America usually thrived with such things. He grinned sheepishly at England, still feeling that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach-giddy, unsure. Thrilled. That strange flop in his belly that he got whenever he looked at England for too long and realized holy crap, we kind of inexplicably like each other. It wouldn’t matter how long that fact was true, it seemed that flop would never rid ( ... )
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“You’re the only thing that’s been up there, so you tell me,” England said, shockingly prim, and without missing a beat-so quick and so completely nonchalant despite saying something so lewd. It actually made America sputter, which never ever happened. He sputtered out a few incoherent words and England’s lips twitched again, this time into a victorious smirk ( ... )
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“No-wait. You-holy shit,” was America’s intelligent reply.
“Forget it,” England muttered, “I must be just as mad as you. Tired. Need to get to a bed and just sleep. Christ.”
“You want-Jesus!” America shouted, still speeding down the highway.
“Would you just drop it?” England barked, whipping his head around to punch at America’s shoulder, his face beat red. “I don’t know what came over me-I’m clearly just as daft as you are ( ... )
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“Stop that at once!” England shouted.
“Come ooooon,” America goaded, and this time did pout. “It might keep me awake-I definitely won’t be yawning!”
England scoffed, turning his nose upwards, and looking his self-righteous best. A beat passed between them, and they looked anywhere but at each other. England shifted, then hesitated, looking awkward. The entire situation was awkward-they were awkward. America wasn’t used to the relationship thing-he hadn’t been in a serious one for very long, and not for a long time. And England was the first one who wasn’t a girl-and he definitely hadn’t gotten a BJ in a car before-probably because if anyone ever caught him in public, America would die of puritanical shock. And he never, ever would have expected England in a million years to ever offer to do something like this in a truck (a truck that England had more than once on this trip deemed unsophisticated). He knew the guy was a pervert-but Jesus ( ... )
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“But-!”
England gave him a sharp look and shoved America’s boxers and jeans back up, zipping it up and redoing the belt.
“There.”
“I’m still hard England, and he’s going to notice if suddenly you just sit up like that!” America cried out and, yes, he was becoming quite hysterical ( ... )
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“Fuck!” America shouted, flushing in shame instead of pleasure at the pet name-god, that was not what he wanted now, not ever-“What if she already knew? What if she could tell? Do you think she had gaydar? Does it even work if you’re just sitting there-?”
“She wouldn’t have known,” England soothed. “I was asleep. It’s okay…”
“It’s not okay! What kind of straight guy sleeps on another guy’s lap like that?” America snapped, suddenly furious that England wasn’t properly freaking out, either. “Fuck, England! She must have totally known! Oh god, what if she could tell I had a boner?”
“She didn’t-”
“How can you be so sure?” America insisted.
England’s face closed off, just slightly, and his back went rigid. “America. You’re being ridiculous…”
“I am not!” America protested. “It’s totally-oh god, I knew I shouldn’t have said yes! I should have just pulled over and gotten a coffee or something and god, I think that shaved ( ... )
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You're really good at putting a knot in my throat, anon; England's reaction in this seemed really raw, and you don't flinch back from all the ways these two manage to clumsily hurt each. They're both so inexperienced at ... not being emotionally retarded to each other. *facepalm* This is going to be another emotional rollercoaster, isn't it? (You're too good at building and maintaining awkward, awkward tension and writing raw, emotional conflict. Even when the conflict is just hovering over the two of them like a gathering storm. It just sucks me right into the story because it seems so real.)
And yay for writing sex and relationships where things don't go smoothly. I adore realism in fic, anon. <3 (And it totally was you; your titles give you away before the amazing characterization has a chance to! ♥)
... I have to admit, though, reading this made me laugh horribly inappropriately: “She could totally ( ... )
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