When fics go bad!
Bad in a naughty smutty sense!
I wrote a quick fluffy Gremlin fic when I should have been getting ready for work this Sunday,
but Charis wanted smut, and as she was the acting muse I felt I must oblige. What once was fluffy is now smutty!
Title - Whenever I say your name
Words - 1900 (over twice as long as previous, not sure what that says)
Warning - starts fluffy, ends smutty
Credit - Unnamed but we all know that a certain cafe referanced is care of Dibbs
Kristen collapsed on the bed, exhausted, messy, but happy. Grey was sprawled next to him, unmoving, eyes closed and mouth still open, breathing loud. His skin had lovely blush to it, Kristen was satisfied. With a grin he prodded Grey lazily in the side getting a grunt for his effort and a glimmer of emerald eyes, still dazed and shot through with that molten gold.
‘You didn’t lie’ Kristen declared to the ceiling, it was too much effort to turn over fully. Grey’s response was barely verbal but caused Kristen’s smile to grow into a full out grin.
‘You really do cum whenever I say your name’
A pillow hit him in the face, followed by his exhausted lover flopping half over him.
‘I hate you’ was murmured into his shoulder ‘When I can move, I’m going to punish you’
‘Can’t wait’ Kristen wiggled his toes, then breathing in deep the scent from Grey’s hair, let sleep take him over.
~~ ~~
They’d been together several weeks now and Kristen still got giddy seeing Grey, catching sight of him at odd moments and realising that this creature was his. His boyfriend, lover, friend and everything in between. He could do without the loosing things though!
Magic and Gremlin nature was all well and good but opening your briefcase to find all your papers replaced with marshmallow hearts was both romantic and seriously inconvenient. He’d managed to laugh when ‘kids?’ was suggested, not elaborating, but his business partner had sent him a strange look.
There was never finding a spoon to stir his coffee, he’d given up on ever locating the tv remote. It had been funny to find all his underpants disappeared, including the ones in the washing pile, but less so the following week when his only available clothing choices were smiley face boxers or ..well, an item of clothing he’d never dream of buying himself.
Grey was banned from his office. He didn’t care how cute or lascivious the man looked, there was no way he could be trusted near technology. By that point he’d already blown up the toaster and taught the kettle to sing.
Of course, distracting Grey was a task Kristen revelled in. Seeing those bright Emerald eyes get hazy with lust, gold shooting through them and melting as their bodies joined and danced. Kristen lived for their moments alone. They both did.
Little things frequently misplaced though, and Kristen an organised man, it was frustrating. It was never the things he’d be happy to loose either. That thing of aunty Hilda still scorned him from the top of the cabinet, though he’d pushed it to the very back, had even tried balancing it on the very edge in the hope it would topple. Now that he’d be glad to have vanish.
His kindle. That modern must-have gifted from a misguided relative, confusing a love of books with a need for new technology. Kristen had left that on various table tops but it kept reappearing. He’d seen Grey study it once and was impressed when he did switch it on to see the illustrated full colour, gay karma sutra downloaded. Or was it uploaded? This, despite his being the basic kindle version that the instructions, and he’d read those instructions carefully, informed him was black and white and which friends claimed was capable but not ideal for storing pictures.
The illustrations were lovingly rendered on easy for the eyes, electronic paper. The players in the erotic scenes barring an uncanny resemblance to himself and Grey. Very pleased with themselves, versions of him and Grey. Kristen had reached for a bottle that time the stylised green eyed hottie had winked at him and Grey had been available and very willing.
Things appeared too. Like those convenient little bottles. They’d be wherever he reached, under cushions, in draws, between fresh laundered sheets in the closet, that once in the shed, and hanging where the shower gel had been moments before. Now that was a magic he could live with. A nice variety too.
They’d gone into that other café too, the one with frosted glass and suggestive steam. Bought some treats other than the cupcake kind and went home to create their own steam. None of the purchases from there ever went missing!
It was their latest purchase from there that Kristen fingered while plotting the evening, mindful of that mallow briefcase, the chaff of going commando and another little quirk of his Gremlin lover. There was never any chasing Grey, no unanswered texts and or wondering where he was.
‘When you say my name, I’ll come’
It had been promised early in the relationship and Kristen had found it to be true. A whispered benediction and he’d appear for a stolen kiss, a frustrated shout and he’d appear unrepentant, grinning and teasing Kristen into closing the door, switching the phones to silent.
Gremlin magic.
Taking a cool shower, he’d be needing it if the evening went to plan. Kristen pushed a hand into random places coming up with a wide selection of oils with minimum effort, a few new and offering interesting explorations but most tried at least once.
Kristen made the bed, still rumpled and smelling faintly of them. It would be silly placing fresh sheets. He gathered some items from the kitchen, relieved to find them where expected but noting the coffee syrups and sprinkles that a certain Gremlin has been stock piling.
Everything prepared, including himself, oiled fingers stretching and his lips bitten to stop him calling out too soon. Kristen dimmed the lights, sprayed some room scent that promised to set the mood - it made him sneeze but the once he’d wiped his eyes he decided it was a good warm smell, though not quite as enticing as that of a hot, naked gremlin.
The only thing missing now was that gremlin. Kristen closed his eyes savouring the words as they left his lips. ‘Grey, Grey, Gre…’ he didn’t finish before lips met his. A tongue delved into his mouth bringing the flavour of burnt orange, cinnamon and sugar. Grey always tasted of the treats his café served.
‘Hello Lover’
Clever, nimble hands feathered over his skin, delighting in finding it bare. There was a pause as Grey gripped his rear, pulling him closer and discovering a hint of oil. Kristen smiled into their kiss as he felt Grey’s body’s enthusiasm. He was eager and immediately up for the challenge.
‘You’ve been playing again’ Kristen chided ’Moving things, disappearing things I need’
‘You have me’ Grey murmured, lips never leaving his skin.
‘I do’ Kristen groaned, loving the feel of Grey so close to him, of the hands caressing every part of him they could reach and fingers returning time and again to play in the slick of oil tempting them to deeper regions.
‘What else do you need?’
Kristen lowered his head to nip at flesh, nibbling to make a mark on an arched neck and biting lightly at a ear lobe, enjoying the whimpers his lover uttered. What else indeed. But the contrary gremlin was not going to be let off that lightly, though it took super-human restraint to free his mouth from yet another earth shattering kiss.
‘..And you’ll always come when I say your name?’
‘Always’ It was a heart felt vow.
His body complained when all that delicious gremlin was pushed away and Kristen nearly gave up on his plan to settle for ravishment. Most of Grey’s clothes already littered the floor, torn and discarded in their increasing hunger.
‘On to the bed’ Kristen effected a mock scowl and Grey grinned back, lips all red and wet, eyes dancing. He shimmied as he went, crawling backwards over the quilt to sprawl there like so much hot temptation, legs parted and erection rising a proud flag between them. A sneaky hand stroked to ensure Kristen’s attention and his name when called was husky with need ‘Kristen?’
‘Not so easy, lover mine’ Kristen crawled forward, too aroused to feel stupid as he stalked his prey up the bed. Grey’s eyes flickered as he watched every move, tongue whipping out to wet lips and his eyes positively sparking with his desire. Kristen felt hot enough to burn.
He licked that proud cock, mouth drawn to taste by a power beyond his own. Licking his lips of his lovers taste and drinking in his groan. He slipped his prize in place then crawled up Grey’s body before he could react, demanding and getting kisses, deep and hungry.
Sitting up, rubbing his backside against his lover’s hardness Kristen smiled down, watching as Grey figured out his predicament with an evil wink. He reached for the nearest bottle and poured some self-heating slowly over a rippled chest, riding his lover’s arch. Leaning he lapped up the warm stream, tongue thorough as it followed every droplet.
He echoed the same moves with chocolate sauce. Swirling decadent patterns on a squirming chest. Meeting lips to share the taste. Lowering tart fruit into the low bowl he bit in, let juice escape to coat his jaw then teased Grey, giving him his own bite, feeding him until Grey licked his fingers clean.
The next bottle promised cool sensation and that got dribbled in more intimate places. Kristen turning around rubbing his own erections into Grey’s face to be lapped at as he cooled where Grey now ached and heated with a deep swallow that had hips bucking and the headboard hit the wall with urgency.
Feeling his body get close he pulled away, admiring the view of debauched and desperate gremlin. Grey was chanting under his breath and lovely mix of ‘Kristen, Krisssss’ and ‘please, please, please’ Taking pity Kristen reached a hand forward ‘love you..’ he said as his hand twisted to release, adding ‘..Grey’ as his toy loosened and Grey’s hips thrashed on the bed, his body a volcano of release.
Kristen was on him before the stream finished. Licking a little to taste then raising to share the flavour. Somehow even this tasted sweet, a gremlin quirk or just his obsession with his Grey. Grey grabbed him, peppering kisses artlessly over his face, cursing and praising him in turn. Agile fingers delved oiled paths and Kristen gasped biting at Grey’s lips, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach.
Not yet finished with his game Kristen tickled and blew across Grey’s heated flesh, gaining control though his own cock left trails. Blind now he grabbed the nearest oil uncaring about flavour or special features, he used it generously, Grey parting his legs eagerly, happy to have Kristen conduct.
Sinking in was a homecoming. Their groans melded together as their bodies linked. Kristen’s control was at breaking point and he could feel Grey hardening against his stomach, that eager prod as his body tried to revive and stay in the game.
‘Oh hell Grey!’
It was heaven and hell. Wonderful and hot and all consuming. The dance became frenetic, hips urgent, pressing and lifting as they fought to stay together. Kristen desperate to loose himself ever deeper in his lover’s body and Grey welcoming every thrust, demanding ever more. Harder, faster, more.
The crescendo rose and tilting on the brink their eyes met, flared. They both spoke only one word before falling, crashing onto the mattress, coming apart and reforming in an instant.
‘Kristen’
‘Grey’
xx
I wrote a quick fluffy Gremlin fic when I should have been getting ready for work this Sunday,
but Charis wanted smut, and as she was the acting muse I felt I must oblige. What once was fluffy is now smutty!
Title - Whenever I say your name
Words - 1900 (over twice as long as previous, not sure what that says)
Warning - starts fluffy, ends smutty
Credit - Unnamed but we all know that a certain cafe referanced is care of Dibbs
Kristen collapsed on the bed, exhausted, messy, but happy. Grey was sprawled next to him, unmoving, eyes closed and mouth still open, breathing loud. His skin had lovely blush to it, Kristen was satisfied. With a grin he prodded Grey lazily in the side getting a grunt for his effort and a glimmer of emerald eyes, still dazed and shot through with that molten gold.
‘You didn’t lie’ Kristen declared to the ceiling, it was too much effort to turn over fully. Grey’s response was barely verbal but caused Kristen’s smile to grow into a full out grin.
‘You really do cum whenever I say your name’
A pillow hit him in the face, followed by his exhausted lover flopping half over him.
‘I hate you’ was murmured into his shoulder ‘When I can move, I’m going to punish you’
‘Can’t wait’ Kristen wiggled his toes, then breathing in deep the scent from Grey’s hair, let sleep take him over.
~~ ~~
They’d been together several weeks now and Kristen still got giddy seeing Grey, catching sight of him at odd moments and realising that this creature was his. His boyfriend, lover, friend and everything in between. He could do without the loosing things though!
Magic and Gremlin nature was all well and good but opening your briefcase to find all your papers replaced with marshmallow hearts was both romantic and seriously inconvenient. He’d managed to laugh when ‘kids?’ was suggested, not elaborating, but his business partner had sent him a strange look.
There was never finding a spoon to stir his coffee, he’d given up on ever locating the tv remote. It had been funny to find all his underpants disappeared, including the ones in the washing pile, but less so the following week when his only available clothing choices were smiley face boxers or ..well, an item of clothing he’d never dream of buying himself.
Grey was banned from his office. He didn’t care how cute or lascivious the man looked, there was no way he could be trusted near technology. By that point he’d already blown up the toaster and taught the kettle to sing.
Of course, distracting Grey was a task Kristen revelled in. Seeing those bright Emerald eyes get hazy with lust, gold shooting through them and melting as their bodies joined and danced. Kristen lived for their moments alone. They both did.
Little things frequently misplaced though, and Kristen an organised man, it was frustrating. It was never the things he’d be happy to loose either. That thing of aunty Hilda still scorned him from the top of the cabinet, though he’d pushed it to the very back, had even tried balancing it on the very edge in the hope it would topple. Now that he’d be glad to have vanish.
His kindle. That modern must-have gifted from a misguided relative, confusing a love of books with a need for new technology. Kristen had left that on various table tops but it kept reappearing. He’d seen Grey study it once and was impressed when he did switch it on to see the illustrated full colour, gay karma sutra downloaded. Or was it uploaded? This, despite his being the basic kindle version that the instructions, and he’d read those instructions carefully, informed him was black and white and which friends claimed was capable but not ideal for storing pictures.
The illustrations were lovingly rendered on easy for the eyes, electronic paper. The players in the erotic scenes barring an uncanny resemblance to himself and Grey. Very pleased with themselves, versions of him and Grey. Kristen had reached for a bottle that time the stylised green eyed hottie had winked at him and Grey had been available and very willing.
Things appeared too. Like those convenient little bottles. They’d be wherever he reached, under cushions, in draws, between fresh laundered sheets in the closet, that once in the shed, and hanging where the shower gel had been moments before. Now that was a magic he could live with. A nice variety too.
They’d gone into that other café too, the one with frosted glass and suggestive steam. Bought some treats other than the cupcake kind and went home to create their own steam. None of the purchases from there ever went missing!
It was their latest purchase from there that Kristen fingered while plotting the evening, mindful of that mallow briefcase, the chaff of going commando and another little quirk of his Gremlin lover. There was never any chasing Grey, no unanswered texts and or wondering where he was.
‘When you say my name, I’ll come’
It had been promised early in the relationship and Kristen had found it to be true. A whispered benediction and he’d appear for a stolen kiss, a frustrated shout and he’d appear unrepentant, grinning and teasing Kristen into closing the door, switching the phones to silent.
Gremlin magic.
Taking a cool shower, he’d be needing it if the evening went to plan. Kristen pushed a hand into random places coming up with a wide selection of oils with minimum effort, a few new and offering interesting explorations but most tried at least once.
Kristen made the bed, still rumpled and smelling faintly of them. It would be silly placing fresh sheets. He gathered some items from the kitchen, relieved to find them where expected but noting the coffee syrups and sprinkles that a certain Gremlin has been stock piling.
Everything prepared, including himself, oiled fingers stretching and his lips bitten to stop him calling out too soon. Kristen dimmed the lights, sprayed some room scent that promised to set the mood - it made him sneeze but the once he’d wiped his eyes he decided it was a good warm smell, though not quite as enticing as that of a hot, naked gremlin.
The only thing missing now was that gremlin. Kristen closed his eyes savouring the words as they left his lips. ‘Grey, Grey, Gre…’ he didn’t finish before lips met his. A tongue delved into his mouth bringing the flavour of burnt orange, cinnamon and sugar. Grey always tasted of the treats his café served.
‘Hello Lover’
Clever, nimble hands feathered over his skin, delighting in finding it bare. There was a pause as Grey gripped his rear, pulling him closer and discovering a hint of oil. Kristen smiled into their kiss as he felt Grey’s body’s enthusiasm. He was eager and immediately up for the challenge.
‘You’ve been playing again’ Kristen chided ’Moving things, disappearing things I need’
‘You have me’ Grey murmured, lips never leaving his skin.
‘I do’ Kristen groaned, loving the feel of Grey so close to him, of the hands caressing every part of him they could reach and fingers returning time and again to play in the slick of oil tempting them to deeper regions.
‘What else do you need?’
Kristen lowered his head to nip at flesh, nibbling to make a mark on an arched neck and biting lightly at a ear lobe, enjoying the whimpers his lover uttered. What else indeed. But the contrary gremlin was not going to be let off that lightly, though it took super-human restraint to free his mouth from yet another earth shattering kiss.
‘..And you’ll always come when I say your name?’
‘Always’ It was a heart felt vow.
His body complained when all that delicious gremlin was pushed away and Kristen nearly gave up on his plan to settle for ravishment. Most of Grey’s clothes already littered the floor, torn and discarded in their increasing hunger.
‘On to the bed’ Kristen effected a mock scowl and Grey grinned back, lips all red and wet, eyes dancing. He shimmied as he went, crawling backwards over the quilt to sprawl there like so much hot temptation, legs parted and erection rising a proud flag between them. A sneaky hand stroked to ensure Kristen’s attention and his name when called was husky with need ‘Kristen?’
‘Not so easy, lover mine’ Kristen crawled forward, too aroused to feel stupid as he stalked his prey up the bed. Grey’s eyes flickered as he watched every move, tongue whipping out to wet lips and his eyes positively sparking with his desire. Kristen felt hot enough to burn.
He licked that proud cock, mouth drawn to taste by a power beyond his own. Licking his lips of his lovers taste and drinking in his groan. He slipped his prize in place then crawled up Grey’s body before he could react, demanding and getting kisses, deep and hungry.
Sitting up, rubbing his backside against his lover’s hardness Kristen smiled down, watching as Grey figured out his predicament with an evil wink. He reached for the nearest bottle and poured some self-heating slowly over a rippled chest, riding his lover’s arch. Leaning he lapped up the warm stream, tongue thorough as it followed every droplet.
He echoed the same moves with chocolate sauce. Swirling decadent patterns on a squirming chest. Meeting lips to share the taste. Lowering tart fruit into the low bowl he bit in, let juice escape to coat his jaw then teased Grey, giving him his own bite, feeding him until Grey licked his fingers clean.
The next bottle promised cool sensation and that got dribbled in more intimate places. Kristen turning around rubbing his own erections into Grey’s face to be lapped at as he cooled where Grey now ached and heated with a deep swallow that had hips bucking and the headboard hit the wall with urgency.
Feeling his body get close he pulled away, admiring the view of debauched and desperate gremlin. Grey was chanting under his breath and lovely mix of ‘Kristen, Krisssss’ and ‘please, please, please’ Taking pity Kristen reached a hand forward ‘love you..’ he said as his hand twisted to release, adding ‘..Grey’ as his toy loosened and Grey’s hips thrashed on the bed, his body a volcano of release.
Kristen was on him before the stream finished. Licking a little to taste then raising to share the flavour. Somehow even this tasted sweet, a gremlin quirk or just his obsession with his Grey. Grey grabbed him, peppering kisses artlessly over his face, cursing and praising him in turn. Agile fingers delved oiled paths and Kristen gasped biting at Grey’s lips, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach.
Not yet finished with his game Kristen tickled and blew across Grey’s heated flesh, gaining control though his own cock left trails. Blind now he grabbed the nearest oil uncaring about flavour or special features, he used it generously, Grey parting his legs eagerly, happy to have Kristen conduct.
Sinking in was a homecoming. Their groans melded together as their bodies linked. Kristen’s control was at breaking point and he could feel Grey hardening against his stomach, that eager prod as his body tried to revive and stay in the game.
‘Oh hell Grey!’
It was heaven and hell. Wonderful and hot and all consuming. The dance became frenetic, hips urgent, pressing and lifting as they fought to stay together. Kristen desperate to loose himself ever deeper in his lover’s body and Grey welcoming every thrust, demanding ever more. Harder, faster, more.
The crescendo rose and tilting on the brink their eyes met, flared. They both spoke only one word before falling, crashing onto the mattress, coming apart and reforming in an instant.
‘Kristen’
‘Grey’
xx