| Title: My Arm Doesn�t Bend That Way Author: HB Fandom: Xena Pairing: J/A or C/S, C/S or J/A, I don�t know you decide Rating: NC-17 Category: First times with a twist Archive: yes to list archives Challenge: Christine�s real life sex challenge, featuring bodily odours, pain, strange noises etc. Disclaimer: I don�t own them, no money, yadda yadda yadda! To Christine for being inspirational, and a thoughtful beta! My Arm Doesn�t Bend That Way � Ow!� � Sorry.� There�s a struggle with fastenings. � For fuck�s sake, will you get it off.� � I�m trying. Oh, hello, is this for me.� A sniggering fit abounds. � Yeah, yeah. Shut up and touch me.� � Sorry. Never seen one that shape before.� More sniggering. A thin body is hauled up to lie against a muscular one. � Ow!� � What?� � You�re crushing my balls.� � Sorry.� Bodies shift to get comfortable. � Oh yeah, better.� A sigh and lips meet at last. � Oh man, you had to eat onions?� � Oh, sorry. Didn�t exactly plan on this you know.� � Just move. Oh yeah!� Bodies slide sinuously together. � We need oil.� � Why can�t you, oh!� Teeth latch on to an exposed neck. � Woah!� The thin body slides off the muscular body. � Too much oil. Stop laughing, it�s not funny.� The laughing stops abruptly, when hard cock is gripped tightly. � Oh!� The hand starts to move slowly. � Oh yeah.� The slim man crawls back on top of the large man, ignoring a pout as the erection is released. � Want you on top.� � Okay, just a sec.� More manoeuvring. � Um, my arm doesn�t bend that way.� � Sorry.� Quiet curses are muttered until hard cocks are at last sliding together again. � Oh yeah, that�s good.� Small, breathy sighs issue from the smaller man. *Thwarp* All movement ceases. � Did you just?� A snigger escapes. � No, I did not!� More sniggering is followed by a sharp slap. The larger man stares in shock at his partner. � Fucking move would you.� � Gods, you�re demanding.� A smirk covers the slim face. � Aren�t I? So, are you going to fuck me, or what?� A growl echoes through the room. � Turn over.� A muttered expletive causes the larger man to pause. � I beg your pardon?� � Why do I have to move again?� � Would you quit whining. Okay, okay, we�ll do it this way.� Legs are parted and pushed back and oiled fingers pressed into the exposed hole. A moan of pleasure is followed by a moan of disgust. � Tell you what, you top.� Fingers are hastily cleaned and positions are reversed again. � Ow, ow, hair!� � Sorry.� Sniggering starts again. � Just fuck me.� � But�� � But nothing. Fuck preparation, fuck lube, just do it.� � Okay! Pushy!� A hard thrust is followed my a low moan of pain. Teeth are gritted. � Maybe a bit more lube.� � Are you okay?� � Yes.� There�s a long pause. � You can move now.� � Oh, right.� There are two moans, this time of pleasure. A strange schlurping noise is ignored in the heat of the moment; until it occurs again, and again. � Will you stop making that noise.� � It�s not me, it�s you!� � Whatever, just keep moving.� Breathing is harder now. � Touch me.� � I have to do all the work.� There is a mock sigh. � Just fucking touch me!� � Okay, okay.� � Oh yeah.� The room is silent, except for the creaking bed, quiet moans and the odd schlurp. Then twin cries shatter the quiet, followed by a loud crash. � Oh shit!� The men stare at each other and start to laugh. � I can�t believe you broke the bed.� � Me? I�m not the one on top!� More laughter follows, until eventually the two men curl up on the broken bed. � I love you, you know.� � Yeah. Yeah, me too.� The End!!!! |