There Comes A Time When Every Lonely Little Boy Must Learn How To Dance (1/1)
Title: There Comes A Time When Every Lonely Little Boy Must Learn How To Dance
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cookstro
Disclaimer: FanFICTION, people.
Scenario: Jason Castro dressed as a slutty school girl
Prompt: "Give it to me, Daddy." - Jason
Author's Notes: This if for the second scenario contest over at castrodome. Credit for the title goes to ...Steven Moffat or Russle T. Davis. Dunno which one wrote the ep. And I've never really seen anyone do a pole dance, other than in the background of like CSI or something, so forgive me if the writing in that part makes zero sense.
The room's lighting is dim, and the dancer's body is barely silhouetted as they step up to the pole, grabbing it up high, and wraps one of their legs around the lower part. The dancer spins fully around twice, their skirt floating up, revealing a bare ass, before flipping, and letting them self slide to the floor. The dancer pulls them self back up into a standing position, their hips swaying to the beat of the song playing softly in the background. With their back to the pole, the dancer grinds back gently, head tilting back as their hands clutch at the pole, and they slide down just a little bit.
The dancer seeks out the gaze of their select audience, and smiles seductively, tongue flicking out to lick over dry lips, when they see the way that his hand is rubbing over the bulge in his jeans.
David watches as the dancer does another beautiful twirl, and can't help but be amazed at just how easily he could pass as a woman. Granted, a fairly flat chested woman, and the bulge beneath his skirt gives him away, but ignoring those factors, this beautiful man could, without a doubt, be mistaken for a woman. He stares unashamed at the dancer, unable to tear his gaze away. He watches, entranced, as the dancer starts to undo the buttons of his white blouse, revealing a beautifully golden chest. The boy's hand trails slowly down his torso, teasing over a nipple before stopping and hooking his thumb into the waist band of the skirt. David moans softly at the sight, his eyelids fluttering, but he refuses to close them.
He moans again as the dancer steps away from the pole, walking over to him, hips still swaying to the beat. He crawls into David's lap, wrapping his arms around the older man's shoulders. He rolls his hips, making their erections rub together, and David lets out another moan as he moves his hips to match the dancers movements.
"Mmm," the boy tilts his head back slightly, and David's lips latch to his throat, sucking gently. "Are you gonna dance with me?", he asks seductively, his hips still moving in time with the music. The dancer's hands slowly run down David's chest, before grabbing onto the hem of his shirt, and pulling it up and off. David gasps as his nipple is encircled by a warm mouth, and his hips buck up again, creating beautiful friction between the two bodies.
David pushes his hands underneath the pleated skirt, and rips out the sides of the thong that the boy is wearing, and tosses it to the floor, allowing his erection to spring free from it's silken restraint. The dancer purrs in response, his tongue licking it's way back up David's chest. The dancer finally pulls away, and takes a step backwards, his finger curling in, beckoning David to follow.
"You gonna give it to me, daddy?", he asks, a goofy smile crossing his face for a split second.
David stands, drawn towards the boy who is dancing his way back towards an opened door. David follows, undoing his belt and pants as he goes. He follows the boy into the dark room, and kneels in front of him when he sits down on the bed. David slips the boy's black Mary Jane shoes off, before slowly rolling down his white stockings, his lips kissing down every inch of skin as it's revealed. The younger boy moans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he tilts his head back.
David stands and strips out of his pants and boxers, before crawling onto the bed. The dancer is now completely naked, except for the skirt, but that's going to be staying on. He pushes the smaller boy down onto his back, and leans over him, his mouth roaming over the boy's neck and chest. He reaches over and grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table, and slicks his fingers. The younger boy's hands slide up David's back, fisting into his hair, and pulling him closer, as David's hand moves down to the boy's ass, his lube fingers slowly pushing their way into the dancer's body.
The dancer moans, and grinds his hips down, letting his head fall back against the pillow. He moans again as the older man's fingers move, stretching him out. David uses his free hand to coat his erection with lube, then pulls his fingers out of the younger boy's ass. The boy whines at the lose of contact, but it quickly changes into a moan when David positions himself, and starts to push inside. He removes his hands from the older man's hair, and instead clings tightly to the older man's shoulders.
David moans loudly when he feels the warmth and tightness of the boy beneath him, and pulls out slowly, before pounding back in, making the younger boy yelp in pain and pleasure. He quickly finds a nice speed and direction, and he smiles at the way the boy writhes beneath him. His moans are the most beautiful sounds that David can recall ever having heard, and he forces the boy to make those sounds again and again. The boy whimpers as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm.
"So close..", he whimpers, and David smiles, reaching down to pump the younger boy's cock. A moment of that is all it takes before the dancer shudders, and comes heavily against David's chest and the hem of the skirt.
When the boy's muscles clench around him, David pounds in one last time before his own orgasm hits. He continues to move inside the younger boy, riding out his orgasm, then collapses against the smaller body, panting, and trying to catch his breath. When he finally regains himself, he pulls out of the younger boy, and rolls over to lay next to him.
The dancer props himself up on one elbow, and looks at the older man. He presses his lips to David's, then pulls back. "So, do you take it back?"
"Hmmm?", David asks, looking up at him through hazy eyes.
The dancer smiles. "You told me I didn't know how to be sexy on purpose," he reminds his boyfriend, "Do you take it back?"
David shivers, and reaches up to fist a hand into his boyfriend's dreadlocks, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "Fuck, Jason. I take it back. I completely take it back."
Jason pulls away, smiling contentedly. "Good." He slips out of the skirt, then lays back down against David, and closing his eyes. "Being sexy is hard work.."
David chuckles, and gently strokes the younger boy's back. "Sleep, baby."
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cookstro
Disclaimer: FanFICTION, people.
Scenario: Jason Castro dressed as a slutty school girl
Prompt: "Give it to me, Daddy." - Jason
Author's Notes: This if for the second scenario contest over at castrodome. Credit for the title goes to ...Steven Moffat or Russle T. Davis. Dunno which one wrote the ep. And I've never really seen anyone do a pole dance, other than in the background of like CSI or something, so forgive me if the writing in that part makes zero sense.
The room's lighting is dim, and the dancer's body is barely silhouetted as they step up to the pole, grabbing it up high, and wraps one of their legs around the lower part. The dancer spins fully around twice, their skirt floating up, revealing a bare ass, before flipping, and letting them self slide to the floor. The dancer pulls them self back up into a standing position, their hips swaying to the beat of the song playing softly in the background. With their back to the pole, the dancer grinds back gently, head tilting back as their hands clutch at the pole, and they slide down just a little bit.
The dancer seeks out the gaze of their select audience, and smiles seductively, tongue flicking out to lick over dry lips, when they see the way that his hand is rubbing over the bulge in his jeans.
David watches as the dancer does another beautiful twirl, and can't help but be amazed at just how easily he could pass as a woman. Granted, a fairly flat chested woman, and the bulge beneath his skirt gives him away, but ignoring those factors, this beautiful man could, without a doubt, be mistaken for a woman. He stares unashamed at the dancer, unable to tear his gaze away. He watches, entranced, as the dancer starts to undo the buttons of his white blouse, revealing a beautifully golden chest. The boy's hand trails slowly down his torso, teasing over a nipple before stopping and hooking his thumb into the waist band of the skirt. David moans softly at the sight, his eyelids fluttering, but he refuses to close them.
He moans again as the dancer steps away from the pole, walking over to him, hips still swaying to the beat. He crawls into David's lap, wrapping his arms around the older man's shoulders. He rolls his hips, making their erections rub together, and David lets out another moan as he moves his hips to match the dancers movements.
"Mmm," the boy tilts his head back slightly, and David's lips latch to his throat, sucking gently. "Are you gonna dance with me?", he asks seductively, his hips still moving in time with the music. The dancer's hands slowly run down David's chest, before grabbing onto the hem of his shirt, and pulling it up and off. David gasps as his nipple is encircled by a warm mouth, and his hips buck up again, creating beautiful friction between the two bodies.
David pushes his hands underneath the pleated skirt, and rips out the sides of the thong that the boy is wearing, and tosses it to the floor, allowing his erection to spring free from it's silken restraint. The dancer purrs in response, his tongue licking it's way back up David's chest. The dancer finally pulls away, and takes a step backwards, his finger curling in, beckoning David to follow.
"You gonna give it to me, daddy?", he asks, a goofy smile crossing his face for a split second.
David stands, drawn towards the boy who is dancing his way back towards an opened door. David follows, undoing his belt and pants as he goes. He follows the boy into the dark room, and kneels in front of him when he sits down on the bed. David slips the boy's black Mary Jane shoes off, before slowly rolling down his white stockings, his lips kissing down every inch of skin as it's revealed. The younger boy moans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he tilts his head back.
David stands and strips out of his pants and boxers, before crawling onto the bed. The dancer is now completely naked, except for the skirt, but that's going to be staying on. He pushes the smaller boy down onto his back, and leans over him, his mouth roaming over the boy's neck and chest. He reaches over and grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table, and slicks his fingers. The younger boy's hands slide up David's back, fisting into his hair, and pulling him closer, as David's hand moves down to the boy's ass, his lube fingers slowly pushing their way into the dancer's body.
The dancer moans, and grinds his hips down, letting his head fall back against the pillow. He moans again as the older man's fingers move, stretching him out. David uses his free hand to coat his erection with lube, then pulls his fingers out of the younger boy's ass. The boy whines at the lose of contact, but it quickly changes into a moan when David positions himself, and starts to push inside. He removes his hands from the older man's hair, and instead clings tightly to the older man's shoulders.
David moans loudly when he feels the warmth and tightness of the boy beneath him, and pulls out slowly, before pounding back in, making the younger boy yelp in pain and pleasure. He quickly finds a nice speed and direction, and he smiles at the way the boy writhes beneath him. His moans are the most beautiful sounds that David can recall ever having heard, and he forces the boy to make those sounds again and again. The boy whimpers as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm.
"So close..", he whimpers, and David smiles, reaching down to pump the younger boy's cock. A moment of that is all it takes before the dancer shudders, and comes heavily against David's chest and the hem of the skirt.
When the boy's muscles clench around him, David pounds in one last time before his own orgasm hits. He continues to move inside the younger boy, riding out his orgasm, then collapses against the smaller body, panting, and trying to catch his breath. When he finally regains himself, he pulls out of the younger boy, and rolls over to lay next to him.
The dancer props himself up on one elbow, and looks at the older man. He presses his lips to David's, then pulls back. "So, do you take it back?"
"Hmmm?", David asks, looking up at him through hazy eyes.
The dancer smiles. "You told me I didn't know how to be sexy on purpose," he reminds his boyfriend, "Do you take it back?"
David shivers, and reaches up to fist a hand into his boyfriend's dreadlocks, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "Fuck, Jason. I take it back. I completely take it back."
Jason pulls away, smiling contentedly. "Good." He slips out of the skirt, then lays back down against David, and closing his eyes. "Being sexy is hard work.."
David chuckles, and gently strokes the younger boy's back. "Sleep, baby."