By the power of LJ
I don't think LJ wants me to post anything today! First no access at all and now I can type a sentance then sit back and watch it appear letter by letter on screen! Wierd there be djinn-bugs about.
So I failed to get this to full smut status but I figured the boys were tired by now ;)
Title: Sexy (Sexy) Shower
Wordcount: 876
World: Lustful Liaisons Smart Phone
Links: one, two, three, four, five, six, This be seventh :), eight.
Warning : Not quite smut!
When he next awoke, this time to the actual alarm, the bed was empty beside him. He felt each side to the edge to make sure before sitting up feeling disgruntled. He’d have liked to hit snooze and enjoy some quiet companionable minutes. Silence that required no words or action, though his mind was such he thought an undemanding cuddle would have been rather pleasant just now.
The room smelt of stale sexy, the bed a wrinkled mess and his body itchy. He was sore in all the right places. No one with an ounce of sense would question what activities had taken place here. Chad made a mental note to open the windows before leaving for breakfast. He’d not made a bed since leaving his parents house but the emptiness of the overturned sheets mocked him.
Habit had him check his phone for messages. It sat in easy reach, balanced on the glowing alarm clock to be the first thing he spotted on waking. Hitting to wake the screen he blinked then laughed at the new screensaver. Lips smacked frantic kisses from the other side of the screen, familiar puckered lips lingering moments then fading, shimmer imprints remaining.
His phone bypassed the main menu, ignored his missed calls and snubbed his texts. The main app screen flashed up going straight to his favourite icon, the range offered next was endless and promising. A lifetime of heated encounters. One icon shone from the screen. Animated little water pixels fell over two entwined shapes, soap suds hiding everything interesting. Finger drawn to the image Chad could smell citrus shower gel and hear the bubble of draining water as he clicked.
Body not up for a re-play he regretted it for a moment, the same moment that rejoiced in the appearance of his lover. Naked and smiling. Just how Chad liked him. He let himself be led across the room to the boxy bathroom. The mirror was already frosted with condensation and fragrant steam rose from behind the paisley shower curtain.
The complimentary tube of shower gel was indeed citrus but by some magic intrinsic to his friend the warm water raining down on them carried it’s own spice. Soapy bubbles built up at their feet and the single shower head delivered a wealth of heated water.
Chad allowed himself to be manoeuvred, it was a tight squeeze for them both to fit under the spray which meant they had to huddle close. His body wasn’t as weary as he’d thought. His lover appeared permanently erect. Expecting instant invasion Chad faced the wall bending a little so the water hit his back, catching and easing the muscles. Hands joined the water, soaping up his lover began a slow firm massage. There was nothing sexual about it but it was glorious. Strong hands kneading his back, dragging up and down his spine, smoothing over his buttocks to work on his thighs then calves. Bliss.
He’d played in the shower before but this, this was the best shower ever. Capable hands gathered shampoo and he was bent so his hair could be washed, his scalp massaged by spread fingers until he was swaying on his feet. Turning to reciprocate he got his hands slapped away with a mock scowl. The front of his body got the same treatment. Thumbs worked deep into his shoulders. His arms were stretched out then rubbed one after the other. Even his fingers got a massage from those agile hands. Mouth dropping kisses to each digit before his hands were dropped.
A predatory smile crossed his lover’s face as attention was turned to his chest. Soap peaks added to his nipples by a loaded sponge. They scrambled for a bit giggling in their attempts to soap each other, ending up with soapy beards and moustaches each. Soap formed a fragrant loin cloth and then the sponge was dropped to their feet with a laugh as hands continued to work their magic. The studious school ma’am look breaking Chad up in another fit of mirth.
Being able to watch made it all the more sensual. Beyond erotic. Hands running down his chest tweaking nipples then moving to his sides. Tickling fingers testing his control then warm hands sliding down over his pectorals, over his abs. Bypassing anywhere important, and by now there was growing urgency, he crouched down knees parting to accommodate a leg. Thigh muscles were explored then the curve of his knee, that sensitive skin behind it and on to the calf. His ankles were gripped and even his foot soaped. Chad almost over balanced when attention was diverted javascript:void(0);to his other leg, muscles offering all the support of a plate of pink blancmange.
Lips pursed to drop a kiss to the head off his cock, tongue going back to taste the pre-cum as though by afterthought. Standing with a further deeper kiss to Chad’s mouth he stepped out of the steamy shower.
Chad glimpsed an airy wave through the curtain and by the time he untangled the wet sheet he was alone in the room. A thick fluffy towel lay ready for him at the sink. It was warm when he wrapped it around him but not as warm as the craved arms.
awwwwwwww!
Blacmange for the bemuddled is a wobbly dessert. Best made in a Bunny mould! -
(ssssh image nicked from google! (Thanks Shiela whoever you are))
So I failed to get this to full smut status but I figured the boys were tired by now ;)
Title: Sexy (Sexy) Shower
Wordcount: 876
World: Lustful Liaisons Smart Phone
Links: one, two, three, four, five, six, This be seventh :), eight.
Warning : Not quite smut!
When he next awoke, this time to the actual alarm, the bed was empty beside him. He felt each side to the edge to make sure before sitting up feeling disgruntled. He’d have liked to hit snooze and enjoy some quiet companionable minutes. Silence that required no words or action, though his mind was such he thought an undemanding cuddle would have been rather pleasant just now.
The room smelt of stale sexy, the bed a wrinkled mess and his body itchy. He was sore in all the right places. No one with an ounce of sense would question what activities had taken place here. Chad made a mental note to open the windows before leaving for breakfast. He’d not made a bed since leaving his parents house but the emptiness of the overturned sheets mocked him.
Habit had him check his phone for messages. It sat in easy reach, balanced on the glowing alarm clock to be the first thing he spotted on waking. Hitting to wake the screen he blinked then laughed at the new screensaver. Lips smacked frantic kisses from the other side of the screen, familiar puckered lips lingering moments then fading, shimmer imprints remaining.
His phone bypassed the main menu, ignored his missed calls and snubbed his texts. The main app screen flashed up going straight to his favourite icon, the range offered next was endless and promising. A lifetime of heated encounters. One icon shone from the screen. Animated little water pixels fell over two entwined shapes, soap suds hiding everything interesting. Finger drawn to the image Chad could smell citrus shower gel and hear the bubble of draining water as he clicked.
Body not up for a re-play he regretted it for a moment, the same moment that rejoiced in the appearance of his lover. Naked and smiling. Just how Chad liked him. He let himself be led across the room to the boxy bathroom. The mirror was already frosted with condensation and fragrant steam rose from behind the paisley shower curtain.
The complimentary tube of shower gel was indeed citrus but by some magic intrinsic to his friend the warm water raining down on them carried it’s own spice. Soapy bubbles built up at their feet and the single shower head delivered a wealth of heated water.
Chad allowed himself to be manoeuvred, it was a tight squeeze for them both to fit under the spray which meant they had to huddle close. His body wasn’t as weary as he’d thought. His lover appeared permanently erect. Expecting instant invasion Chad faced the wall bending a little so the water hit his back, catching and easing the muscles. Hands joined the water, soaping up his lover began a slow firm massage. There was nothing sexual about it but it was glorious. Strong hands kneading his back, dragging up and down his spine, smoothing over his buttocks to work on his thighs then calves. Bliss.
He’d played in the shower before but this, this was the best shower ever. Capable hands gathered shampoo and he was bent so his hair could be washed, his scalp massaged by spread fingers until he was swaying on his feet. Turning to reciprocate he got his hands slapped away with a mock scowl. The front of his body got the same treatment. Thumbs worked deep into his shoulders. His arms were stretched out then rubbed one after the other. Even his fingers got a massage from those agile hands. Mouth dropping kisses to each digit before his hands were dropped.
A predatory smile crossed his lover’s face as attention was turned to his chest. Soap peaks added to his nipples by a loaded sponge. They scrambled for a bit giggling in their attempts to soap each other, ending up with soapy beards and moustaches each. Soap formed a fragrant loin cloth and then the sponge was dropped to their feet with a laugh as hands continued to work their magic. The studious school ma’am look breaking Chad up in another fit of mirth.
Being able to watch made it all the more sensual. Beyond erotic. Hands running down his chest tweaking nipples then moving to his sides. Tickling fingers testing his control then warm hands sliding down over his pectorals, over his abs. Bypassing anywhere important, and by now there was growing urgency, he crouched down knees parting to accommodate a leg. Thigh muscles were explored then the curve of his knee, that sensitive skin behind it and on to the calf. His ankles were gripped and even his foot soaped. Chad almost over balanced when attention was diverted javascript:void(0);to his other leg, muscles offering all the support of a plate of pink blancmange.
Lips pursed to drop a kiss to the head off his cock, tongue going back to taste the pre-cum as though by afterthought. Standing with a further deeper kiss to Chad’s mouth he stepped out of the steamy shower.
Chad glimpsed an airy wave through the curtain and by the time he untangled the wet sheet he was alone in the room. A thick fluffy towel lay ready for him at the sink. It was warm when he wrapped it around him but not as warm as the craved arms.
awwwwwwww!
Blacmange for the bemuddled is a wobbly dessert. Best made in a Bunny mould! -
(ssssh image nicked from google! (Thanks Shiela whoever you are))