30_Lemons Challenge #31: "Dirty Little Secret," Al/Danny, NC-17
So the porning hour. Anyone remember that? I certainly do, and in case I'd forgotten, it's come back to visit me. Woke up this morning at 3:30 am and wrote most of this story, came home and finished it up between lecture and teaching.
I'm going to claim this little bitch to be my entry for 30_lemons challenge #31, "holiday," because ... it actually works. Like I DIDN'T cheat this time. My gosh.
Based off of pockygirl's incredibly hot Valentine, this is my take on Al's and Danny's ... er, dynamic.
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Dirty Little Secret
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Alphonse Elric, my lover-all big eyes and innocence and adorably soft, high-pitched laugh-has a secret.
Well not a complete secret, I guess, 'cause I know about it. First and only one to find out about it, so far as I know, 'cept for Al himself. He's got a good sense of himself, after all, knows his strengths and weaknesses, knows I love him in spite of his secret.
Because of it, maybe.
Probably.
Definitely.
Anyway, the big secret is that Al-all big eyes and innocence and cute laugh-is a little demon. He's cute, he's sweet, he's absolutely wicked. Got a naughty streak a mile wide.
~♥~♥~♥~
First time I noticed it-just a glimpse of it, that cute exterior of his is damned distracting-we were making sandwiches for dinner, too lazy to go out in the cold to get anything fancier. Al had just recently discovered-by stealing part of my lunch a few days earlier, I might add-that he liked honey mustard, so he was smearing it on the bread for his sandwich, and when he saw that I was watching him (I was rinsing lettuce, that's boring and watching him is interesting), he grinned and stuck his finger in his mouth, started sucking mustard off of it.
Or something. Looking back on it, I don't think there was any mustard on that finger to begin with.
I watched him longer than I should have, really, then went back to rinsing the lettuce because he was making me horny, and back then I was still really easily embarrassed by getting horny over him. Still am, to some extent, don't know if I'll ever get over that. But anyway, he knew what was going on and turned off the water, left our sandwiches half-made on the counter and dragged me to bed. Kissed me and rubbed that beautiful body of his against me 'til I didn't care anymore, then sucked me 'til I came and pulled my hair when I flipped him over and sucked him off in return.
He pulled me down and cuddled me, afterwards. Kissed my lips and cheeks and forehead, giggled when I kissed him back. All big eyes and innocence, absolutely adorable, until he opened his mouth.
"I love how easy it is to turn you on, Danny," he said to me, serious and sweet, whispering like it was a secret. "Never have to worry about taking care of myself when I get horny, not with you around."
That day, I thought he was cute. Thought it was a compliment.
Little devil, he had me totally fooled.
~♥~♥~♥~
Next time it turned up, we were reading together in bed, a tradition that started when I was still his bodyguard and he still thought I was straight. It was winter, and kind of cold, so we were tucked up in bed, Al in shorts and one of my sweaters, cuddled against me like a kitten. Wasn't a sexual sort of cuddling, but my body can't tell the difference, so I was kinda hard (okay, completely hard, Al does that to me) and he could feel it through his shorts, what with his butt pressed against me and all.
Pretty normal, really. We cuddle. I get hard. He ignores it. And eventually, my cock goes soft and life goes on.
But that night, he acted like he just couldn't get comfy, wiggling all around before he finally settled in. Minute later, he sighed and shifted some more, feet tickling my shins. Tipped his head to the side and rocked his hips. Rubbed his tight little butt right over my cock, over and over and over again.
I asked if he was okay. Glanced down at him just in time to see the wicked smirk on his face, just in time to see that he was watching me, not looking at the book.
The book hit the floor just about the time Al started to shriek and giggle, squirming while I tickled him. He arched up to kiss me while I stripped him naked and molested him, then quieted and got that goddamn sexy look of concentration on his face once I'd got him completely bare and he'd gotten his hands down the front of my pants, playing with my cock. When I sat back and pulled my pants down, he moaned and started stroking me like he meant it, and when I jerked and came on him, he rubbed the stuff all over his skin, twisting in the sheets like something out of a really dirty porno. Turned me on so hard that I came again, not ten minutes later, his cock up my ass and his mouth on my throat, long hair getting come in it from the mess I'd made of him the first time around.
He clawed at my legs when he came. Fucked me hard and fast all the way through it, then pulled out and kissed me, hard enough to hurt.
"Finally," he said, when he'd calmed down and gone soft, cock sticking to his thigh and come everywhere, a real mess. "Thought you'd never take the hint."
That night, I wondered if he was manipulating me. But then, I joined him in the shower and decided I really didn't care.
~♥~♥~♥~
Third time's a charm, they say.
Woke up on one of the rare mornings where both of us get to sleep in and found Al awake and watching me, his cheek in his palm and the end of his braid in his mouth, his elbow propped up on his pillow. He smiled and let go of his braid when he saw my eyes open, leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose. Kissed it like it was the most precious thing in the world to him.
"You're so handsome when you sleep, Danny," he told me. "I love watching you."
Nobody'd ever called me handsome, before I met Al. Don't think anybody'd ever really looked at me.
I called him my sweetheart and tugged on him, wanted to kiss him and hold him and go back to sleep, because it was really early and, even as cute as Al is, I was really, really tired and really, really wanted to go back to sleep.
He let me pull him down, let me kiss him twice and nuzzle his hair. Tucked his head under my chin and sighed, relaxing against me like he was going to go back to sleep, too.
Little devil that he is, that's not what he was doing.
I was pretty well on my way to being unconscious when he shifted, burrowing further under the blankets. Think I'd probably fallen back to sleep completely by the time he moved more, because the next thing I knew, he had my balls in his hand and my cock in his mouth, sucking and tickling like he does when he wants me to come right now.
I was asleep, so I didn't come. I was proud of myself for simply opening my eyes.
"It was so nice and hard, Danny," he said, when I croaked something that he interpreted as what are you doing. "I just couldn't ignore it. Go back to sleep, I just want to suck on you a little, then I'll stop."
I was tired, mind you, so that made perfect sense to me.
For a little while, anyway.
But then he started taking my cock deeper into his throat, and it felt good, so I spread my legs. He took that as an invitation and moved the hand cupping my balls back further, tickling me where I'm really sensitive. I made some kind of noise-still pretty much asleep, I don't wake up quickly like some people, after all-and he decided that meant he'd won.
And you know what? He had.
He had.
Nevermind that I was still mostly asleep. He stripped my boxers off of me when I rolled over (nevermind that I rolled over because the sunlight coming through the curtains was too bright and I was trying to hide my face in my pillow) just enough that he could push my legs apart, and got right to work, rubbing me like he does when he's not in any hurry but wants to tease me, make me really sensitive. Didn't even use lube, at first, which I really like, usually, and he knows it.
He knows I like it 'cause it's just that little bit painful. I'm pretty sure he did it that way 'cause he knew it'd wake me up faster.
Which it did.
Had me up on my hands and knees in five minutes, begging him to fuck me-yes, I was awake by that point, too-even though it's the most embarrassing thing I can think of to beg another man to do the stuff I wanted him to do to me. Even when it's a man like Al, I hate begging for it.
Turns him on when I do it, though, so I did it and he got all turned on and did what I wanted. Held me open and pushed into me in one long, constant motion, then fucked me slow and deep, arms wrapped around my hips so he couldn't jerk me off at the same time, but that was okay because it felt good, felt so good. His bangs tickling my back, giving me goosebumps, his balls brushing against mine each time he pushed all the way in.
Moved like that for a long time. Sped up so gradually, I barely noticed.
"Danny, do it," he said, breathing hard and fucking me like he meant it, like he wasn't interested in playing games anymore. "Touch yourself, Danny, I’m gonna come ..."
Well. Two can play his game, you know.
So I didn't do it. I moaned for him-he likes that, makes him feel powerful-and pushed back each time he pushed forward, did it just a little faster than he was doing it, like a hint. He cursed-I love it when it's good enough that he starts cursing-and took my hint, rocked back and held my hips in his hands, moving me and moving himself, kinda rough and animal but oh my God so good.
He said my name. Twice. Said a few things that make me blush to think about, now.
I was getting close, but the best thing about mornings is it's easier to last a long time-for me, anyway-so I didn't come. Knelt there in our bed and panted-a little louder than was necessary, maybe-and tightened up a few times, just to make Al crazy. It worked, he came about thirty seconds later, and slumped over me with his forehead pressed between my shoulder-blades, hips jerking in time with his orgasm.
"Oh Danny," he said, kissing me all over my back, petting my hips with the palms of his hands. "Oh Danny, Danny, Danny."
So adorable. So honestly loving and grateful and cute, he turned me over and looked at me with those big eyes. Asked if I would kiss him, if I would hold him.
I said I would and I did. Kissed him while he touched my cock, right up until the moment when he made me come. Kissed him afterwards, until the mess we'd made of each other started to feel really gross and showering sounded like a better idea.
"Sorry about waking you so early, Danny," he said, when I lifted his long hair and washed his back.
I gave his hair a tug. "Doesn't matter," I told him.
"Well, still," he said. "It was your morning to sleep in."
That was true enough, so I didn't say anything. Finished washing his back and went back to bathing myself.
Al rinsed himself off and smiled at me. "Ah well," he said, his smile going evil, eyes full of mischief. "You didn't seem to mind it all that much, anyway. I knew you wouldn't."
And that's when I knew, for sure.
Al's got me completely wrapped around his little finger.
~♥~♥~♥~
It's Lovers' Day, today, a holiday I always hated when I was single, watching all the unspeakably attractive men around me getting flowers and candy for their female counterparts while I sat around and felt like the loneliest man on the earth. Al made strawberry pancakes for breakfast this morning, even though he had a meeting he had to get to, early, because he knows I like strawberry pancakes best. I thanked him and kissed him goodbye and swatted his butt just as he was leaving the apartment, because I love how he looks in those trousers.
I'd bet he wore them on purpose. He seems to wear that specific pair on special occasions when we both know we're going to screw like teenagers, later on in the day.
I've got my gift for him. It's in my locker at the hospital, all wrapped up.
He meets me at the end of my shift, just like he told me he would, and kisses me because there's no one else in the locker room. Goes all big-eyed when I hand him his present, the last piece of it wrapped in newspaper and taped to the top, 'cause I forgot to grab the leftover wrapping paper when I left this morning for my shift.
"Can I open it now, Danny?"
I shake my head. "You should wait 'til we get home."
"But I want to open it now."
Those big, beautiful eyes. I glance at the door, then kiss him, right on the nose.
"You'll get me fired, if you open it here."
He blinks at me, then grins. "Come on," he says. "Let's go. You can change clothes at home, just put your coat on over your scrubs. It's not that cold outside, you'll be fine."
Eager little thing. I tuck my jeans and sweater under my arm and shrug into my coat, buttoning it up as we leave the hospital. Al takes my hand, once we're outside, and drags me home, scolding me when I tease him for acting like a little kid, all impatient to open his gift.
The look on his face when he opens it, sitting with me on the sofa in our apartment, is anything but child-like.
"Danny," he says, "is this ..."
"Yup. You pretty much have me trained, anyway, but I figured it couldn't hurt to have one of these anyway."
He grins and fastens the red leather collar around my neck, brow furrowed as he clips the tag labeled "AL'S" to the loop. Once it's on, he wraps the leash around his hand and gives it an experimental tug, grin going big enough to show teeth when I obediently lean forward and let him kiss me.
"Oh Danny," he says, sliding off the sofa. "I think we need to go try this out."
I motion to the bedroom. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. I'm all yours."
The look on his face, upon hearing that, is priceless. He's already got a wicked streak a mile wide, but as he drags me into the bedroom and sets about stripping me naked without letting go of my leash, I suspect it just got a little bit wider.
And I don't mind a bit.
~♥~
More art to go with the story. Credit's all due to pockygirl and Hiromu Arakawa. And to my photoshopping skillz, limited though they may be. ^_~
I'm going to claim this little bitch to be my entry for 30_lemons challenge #31, "holiday," because ... it actually works. Like I DIDN'T cheat this time. My gosh.
Based off of pockygirl's incredibly hot Valentine, this is my take on Al's and Danny's ... er, dynamic.
Note: If you can't see the drawing, it's because you're not signed in to y!gallery. Get an account and see the pretties. You know it's gotta be good if you've got to have a password to see it! ^_~
Dirty Little Secret
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Alphonse Elric, my lover-all big eyes and innocence and adorably soft, high-pitched laugh-has a secret.
Well not a complete secret, I guess, 'cause I know about it. First and only one to find out about it, so far as I know, 'cept for Al himself. He's got a good sense of himself, after all, knows his strengths and weaknesses, knows I love him in spite of his secret.
Because of it, maybe.
Probably.
Definitely.
Anyway, the big secret is that Al-all big eyes and innocence and cute laugh-is a little demon. He's cute, he's sweet, he's absolutely wicked. Got a naughty streak a mile wide.
~♥~♥~♥~
First time I noticed it-just a glimpse of it, that cute exterior of his is damned distracting-we were making sandwiches for dinner, too lazy to go out in the cold to get anything fancier. Al had just recently discovered-by stealing part of my lunch a few days earlier, I might add-that he liked honey mustard, so he was smearing it on the bread for his sandwich, and when he saw that I was watching him (I was rinsing lettuce, that's boring and watching him is interesting), he grinned and stuck his finger in his mouth, started sucking mustard off of it.
Or something. Looking back on it, I don't think there was any mustard on that finger to begin with.
I watched him longer than I should have, really, then went back to rinsing the lettuce because he was making me horny, and back then I was still really easily embarrassed by getting horny over him. Still am, to some extent, don't know if I'll ever get over that. But anyway, he knew what was going on and turned off the water, left our sandwiches half-made on the counter and dragged me to bed. Kissed me and rubbed that beautiful body of his against me 'til I didn't care anymore, then sucked me 'til I came and pulled my hair when I flipped him over and sucked him off in return.
He pulled me down and cuddled me, afterwards. Kissed my lips and cheeks and forehead, giggled when I kissed him back. All big eyes and innocence, absolutely adorable, until he opened his mouth.
"I love how easy it is to turn you on, Danny," he said to me, serious and sweet, whispering like it was a secret. "Never have to worry about taking care of myself when I get horny, not with you around."
That day, I thought he was cute. Thought it was a compliment.
Little devil, he had me totally fooled.
~♥~♥~♥~
Next time it turned up, we were reading together in bed, a tradition that started when I was still his bodyguard and he still thought I was straight. It was winter, and kind of cold, so we were tucked up in bed, Al in shorts and one of my sweaters, cuddled against me like a kitten. Wasn't a sexual sort of cuddling, but my body can't tell the difference, so I was kinda hard (okay, completely hard, Al does that to me) and he could feel it through his shorts, what with his butt pressed against me and all.
Pretty normal, really. We cuddle. I get hard. He ignores it. And eventually, my cock goes soft and life goes on.
But that night, he acted like he just couldn't get comfy, wiggling all around before he finally settled in. Minute later, he sighed and shifted some more, feet tickling my shins. Tipped his head to the side and rocked his hips. Rubbed his tight little butt right over my cock, over and over and over again.
I asked if he was okay. Glanced down at him just in time to see the wicked smirk on his face, just in time to see that he was watching me, not looking at the book.
The book hit the floor just about the time Al started to shriek and giggle, squirming while I tickled him. He arched up to kiss me while I stripped him naked and molested him, then quieted and got that goddamn sexy look of concentration on his face once I'd got him completely bare and he'd gotten his hands down the front of my pants, playing with my cock. When I sat back and pulled my pants down, he moaned and started stroking me like he meant it, and when I jerked and came on him, he rubbed the stuff all over his skin, twisting in the sheets like something out of a really dirty porno. Turned me on so hard that I came again, not ten minutes later, his cock up my ass and his mouth on my throat, long hair getting come in it from the mess I'd made of him the first time around.
He clawed at my legs when he came. Fucked me hard and fast all the way through it, then pulled out and kissed me, hard enough to hurt.
"Finally," he said, when he'd calmed down and gone soft, cock sticking to his thigh and come everywhere, a real mess. "Thought you'd never take the hint."
That night, I wondered if he was manipulating me. But then, I joined him in the shower and decided I really didn't care.
~♥~♥~♥~
Third time's a charm, they say.
Woke up on one of the rare mornings where both of us get to sleep in and found Al awake and watching me, his cheek in his palm and the end of his braid in his mouth, his elbow propped up on his pillow. He smiled and let go of his braid when he saw my eyes open, leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose. Kissed it like it was the most precious thing in the world to him.
"You're so handsome when you sleep, Danny," he told me. "I love watching you."
Nobody'd ever called me handsome, before I met Al. Don't think anybody'd ever really looked at me.
I called him my sweetheart and tugged on him, wanted to kiss him and hold him and go back to sleep, because it was really early and, even as cute as Al is, I was really, really tired and really, really wanted to go back to sleep.
He let me pull him down, let me kiss him twice and nuzzle his hair. Tucked his head under my chin and sighed, relaxing against me like he was going to go back to sleep, too.
Little devil that he is, that's not what he was doing.
I was pretty well on my way to being unconscious when he shifted, burrowing further under the blankets. Think I'd probably fallen back to sleep completely by the time he moved more, because the next thing I knew, he had my balls in his hand and my cock in his mouth, sucking and tickling like he does when he wants me to come right now.
I was asleep, so I didn't come. I was proud of myself for simply opening my eyes.
"It was so nice and hard, Danny," he said, when I croaked something that he interpreted as what are you doing. "I just couldn't ignore it. Go back to sleep, I just want to suck on you a little, then I'll stop."
I was tired, mind you, so that made perfect sense to me.
For a little while, anyway.
But then he started taking my cock deeper into his throat, and it felt good, so I spread my legs. He took that as an invitation and moved the hand cupping my balls back further, tickling me where I'm really sensitive. I made some kind of noise-still pretty much asleep, I don't wake up quickly like some people, after all-and he decided that meant he'd won.
And you know what? He had.
He had.
Nevermind that I was still mostly asleep. He stripped my boxers off of me when I rolled over (nevermind that I rolled over because the sunlight coming through the curtains was too bright and I was trying to hide my face in my pillow) just enough that he could push my legs apart, and got right to work, rubbing me like he does when he's not in any hurry but wants to tease me, make me really sensitive. Didn't even use lube, at first, which I really like, usually, and he knows it.
He knows I like it 'cause it's just that little bit painful. I'm pretty sure he did it that way 'cause he knew it'd wake me up faster.
Which it did.
Had me up on my hands and knees in five minutes, begging him to fuck me-yes, I was awake by that point, too-even though it's the most embarrassing thing I can think of to beg another man to do the stuff I wanted him to do to me. Even when it's a man like Al, I hate begging for it.
Turns him on when I do it, though, so I did it and he got all turned on and did what I wanted. Held me open and pushed into me in one long, constant motion, then fucked me slow and deep, arms wrapped around my hips so he couldn't jerk me off at the same time, but that was okay because it felt good, felt so good. His bangs tickling my back, giving me goosebumps, his balls brushing against mine each time he pushed all the way in.
Moved like that for a long time. Sped up so gradually, I barely noticed.
"Danny, do it," he said, breathing hard and fucking me like he meant it, like he wasn't interested in playing games anymore. "Touch yourself, Danny, I’m gonna come ..."
Well. Two can play his game, you know.
So I didn't do it. I moaned for him-he likes that, makes him feel powerful-and pushed back each time he pushed forward, did it just a little faster than he was doing it, like a hint. He cursed-I love it when it's good enough that he starts cursing-and took my hint, rocked back and held my hips in his hands, moving me and moving himself, kinda rough and animal but oh my God so good.
He said my name. Twice. Said a few things that make me blush to think about, now.
I was getting close, but the best thing about mornings is it's easier to last a long time-for me, anyway-so I didn't come. Knelt there in our bed and panted-a little louder than was necessary, maybe-and tightened up a few times, just to make Al crazy. It worked, he came about thirty seconds later, and slumped over me with his forehead pressed between my shoulder-blades, hips jerking in time with his orgasm.
"Oh Danny," he said, kissing me all over my back, petting my hips with the palms of his hands. "Oh Danny, Danny, Danny."
So adorable. So honestly loving and grateful and cute, he turned me over and looked at me with those big eyes. Asked if I would kiss him, if I would hold him.
I said I would and I did. Kissed him while he touched my cock, right up until the moment when he made me come. Kissed him afterwards, until the mess we'd made of each other started to feel really gross and showering sounded like a better idea.
"Sorry about waking you so early, Danny," he said, when I lifted his long hair and washed his back.
I gave his hair a tug. "Doesn't matter," I told him.
"Well, still," he said. "It was your morning to sleep in."
That was true enough, so I didn't say anything. Finished washing his back and went back to bathing myself.
Al rinsed himself off and smiled at me. "Ah well," he said, his smile going evil, eyes full of mischief. "You didn't seem to mind it all that much, anyway. I knew you wouldn't."
And that's when I knew, for sure.
Al's got me completely wrapped around his little finger.
~♥~♥~♥~
It's Lovers' Day, today, a holiday I always hated when I was single, watching all the unspeakably attractive men around me getting flowers and candy for their female counterparts while I sat around and felt like the loneliest man on the earth. Al made strawberry pancakes for breakfast this morning, even though he had a meeting he had to get to, early, because he knows I like strawberry pancakes best. I thanked him and kissed him goodbye and swatted his butt just as he was leaving the apartment, because I love how he looks in those trousers.
I'd bet he wore them on purpose. He seems to wear that specific pair on special occasions when we both know we're going to screw like teenagers, later on in the day.
I've got my gift for him. It's in my locker at the hospital, all wrapped up.
He meets me at the end of my shift, just like he told me he would, and kisses me because there's no one else in the locker room. Goes all big-eyed when I hand him his present, the last piece of it wrapped in newspaper and taped to the top, 'cause I forgot to grab the leftover wrapping paper when I left this morning for my shift.
"Can I open it now, Danny?"
I shake my head. "You should wait 'til we get home."
"But I want to open it now."
Those big, beautiful eyes. I glance at the door, then kiss him, right on the nose.
"You'll get me fired, if you open it here."
He blinks at me, then grins. "Come on," he says. "Let's go. You can change clothes at home, just put your coat on over your scrubs. It's not that cold outside, you'll be fine."
Eager little thing. I tuck my jeans and sweater under my arm and shrug into my coat, buttoning it up as we leave the hospital. Al takes my hand, once we're outside, and drags me home, scolding me when I tease him for acting like a little kid, all impatient to open his gift.
The look on his face when he opens it, sitting with me on the sofa in our apartment, is anything but child-like.
"Danny," he says, "is this ..."
"Yup. You pretty much have me trained, anyway, but I figured it couldn't hurt to have one of these anyway."
He grins and fastens the red leather collar around my neck, brow furrowed as he clips the tag labeled "AL'S" to the loop. Once it's on, he wraps the leash around his hand and gives it an experimental tug, grin going big enough to show teeth when I obediently lean forward and let him kiss me.
"Oh Danny," he says, sliding off the sofa. "I think we need to go try this out."
I motion to the bedroom. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. I'm all yours."
The look on his face, upon hearing that, is priceless. He's already got a wicked streak a mile wide, but as he drags me into the bedroom and sets about stripping me naked without letting go of my leash, I suspect it just got a little bit wider.
And I don't mind a bit.
~♥~
More art to go with the story. Credit's all due to pockygirl and Hiromu Arakawa. And to my photoshopping skillz, limited though they may be. ^_~