Title: Sea Creatures
Author: Joolz
Feedback: [email protected]
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Category: Slash, PWP, Challenge
Season/Spoilers: Any/None
Notes: The challenge was crack!fic, which means to write something so outrageous
that people wonder what kind of drugs the author was taking. This is definitely crack!fic.
Summary: Tentacle!Porn
Warnings: Tentacle!Porn. If you’re reading this you probably already
know that Don and Charlie are brothers.
Don’t expect characterization, plot or logic.
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Don and Charlie drove down
the
As they rounded a bend
where the sun reflecting off the electric blue water was particularly dazzling,
Don pulled the car over to the side of the road, well away from the passing
traffic. As he put it into park, he
turned to Charlie and smiled, saying, “Let’s go down to the beach.”
Charlie looked out the
window doubtfully. “Here? It’s pretty rocky.”
Don was already getting
out of the car. “Let’s see if there’s
any beach down there.”
If he didn’t want to be a
stick-in-the-mud party-pooper there wasn’t really much choice,
and Charlie followed his brother. They
scrambled up a small rise of boulders and looked down the other side. More large rocks stood between them and a
sliver of sandy beach about 30 feet below.
Looking at the boyish grin
that made Don’s eyes squint and twinkle, Charlie decided to put aside any doubts
and try to make sure that expression stayed a while. There wasn’t a lot of fun in Don’s life at
the moment. Besides, there wasn’t a ‘No
Swimming Allowed’ sign Right There.
Narrowing his eyes in
challenge, Charlie began working his way down the embankment. Don was beside him in an instant. The pair joked and laughed, feeling like kids embarking on an
adventure, until they reached the shore.
They were in a tiny cove,
with outcroppings of rock on either side.
The highway above wasn’t visible, and Charlie realized that it was
entirely private.
The observant Don noticed
too, and suggested, “How ‘bout we go swimming?
The water looks great.”
It did. It was clear and blue with tame, little
waves. What looked even better was Don when
he pulled his T-shirt off over his head.
“Uh, Don?”
Don brushed off his
abbreviated question. “Come on. What?
Haven’t you ever been skinny dipping before?”
Don was unzipping his
jeans, and Charlie’s mouth went dry. Far
be it from him to disappoint his big bro’, right? He stripped his own T-shirt off in one
movement.
In moments they were
standing naked between sand and sky.
Then Don ran into the water, whooping as he belly flopped into a small
wave. Charlie joined him and they began
a game of ‘If I catch you, I dunk you’ keep away.
Charlie felt happier than
he had in a long time. He relished time
spent with Don and the sea seemed to be washing away all the structure and
rules and gravity from their lives, leaving just the two of them.
He especially liked
getting this up-close look at Don’s body.
It was gorgeous. Don’s arms
bulged with muscle. His chest was strong
with an attractive pattern of hair – wide at the top and slimming to a single
line that bisected his flat belly. His
hips and legs were runner-sleek. Charlie
had to force himself not to stare at Don’s cock, hanging from a thatch of
thick, black hair.
He loved Don’s body and
thought it perfect. Every
proportion perfect. Perfect symmetry. It
made him feel self-conscious about his own less developed academic’s body. It didn’t compare.
Except that he noticed Don
glancing at him more than once and apparently liking what he was seeing. Charlie froze in place when realization sunk
in. Don was checking him out! In THAT way. Like a man checks out someone he’s interested
in having sex with. Like
Charlie had been checking Don out.
His immobility gave Don
the chance to tackle him into the water once again. Charlie relaxed and let his body move with
Don’s. Wet skin brushed – he wasn’t sure
what exactly, but it felt wonderful.
Then Don stood, pulling
Charlie up with him. Charlie felt nicely
smug to note the color that had risen in Don’s face, that he was sure had
nothing to do with sun burn.
Charlie headed toward the
beach. “Let’s get out for a while.”
Don hesitated, but then
followed and Charlie saw why. That
tempting cock was beginning to fill and Don looked embarrassed.
Thinking he’d take this
just a little further, Charlie lay down in the sand, arranging himself on his
back so that his body was on full display.
Don stood with water
lapping around his feet and didn’t hide his interest. His eyes swept up and down Charlie’s body and
finally focused on his face. Taking several
determined steps, Don flopped down to the right of Charlie, closer than most
men would get to a casual buddy, especially naked. He leaned on his elbow watching Charlie,
clearly thinking, then sighed and dropped onto his back, staring at the sky.
Charlie tried to hide his
disappointment. It figured Don would not
cross the line. He probably thought he
was protecting his little brother, whether little brother wanted protecting or
not.
Charlie contemplated the
sky sadly, watching the few puffy, white clouds skitter by. It had been a fun afternoon, anyway, if not
entirely satisfying.
His hands were cushioning
his head, and he felt a tickle along his forearm. He jerked his arm slightly, just enough to
dislodge the stray spider or crab he assumed it to be. The tickle didn’t go away, but before he
could brush it off more directly, he heard his brother say, “What the..?”
When he attempted to turn
to face Don, Charlie found he couldn’t.
Suddenly something was holding his wrists to the sand above his head. He couldn’t move his ankles, either.
Charlie saw that dark,
bluish-gray ridged bands had Don’s wrists pinned to the ground at his sides,
and his ankles, too. Even worse, there
was one around Don’s neck, immobilizing him completely.
“Don! What is it?”
Charlie knew that he’d led a sheltered life, but he was fairly sure
things weren’t supposed to rise up out of the sand and tie you down all on
their own.
Don answered, his voice
sounding choked from the constriction around his neck, “I don’t know! Charlie, don’t move. It gets tighter if you struggle.”
Yeah, he’d noticed
that. Part of his mind was already
calculating the amount the restraints tightened in relation to the force
applied in escape attempts.
As if being bound by
whatever it was – plant, animal, he couldn’t tell – weren’t bad enough, more of
the blue-gray things started sprouting from the sand around them. They were thin, snake-like limbs that
reminded him of the appendages of octopi.
They narrowed to a blunt point at the tips.
There was small forest of
them, approximately 14, he concluded from the area they occupied, minus the
size of Charlie and Don’s bodies, times their approximate distribution per
square foot. They waved in the air for a
moment, then one bent toward Charlie’s chest.
When it touched him, it
was warm and solid, yet flexible. Like
pure muscle. Like a
tongue, maybe. It brushed through
his chest hair leaving a slick trail, the end coming to rest on his left
nipple, where it began rubbing back and forth.
His alarm growing, Charlie
gasped, “Oh my god! Don! What’s happening?”
Both annoyed and
distressed, Don answered, “How the hell should I know? Just try to stay still.”
Charlie didn’t think that
was enough of an answer, but when Don started shouting for help,
probably hoping that someone passing on the highway would somehow hear him, one
of the things plunged into Don’s mouth, stifling the sound. It was an effective lesson that Charlie took
to heart. Don’t struggle.
The tentacle protruding
from the sand between Charlie’s legs dipped and began to nudge Charlie’s penis,
which was not amused. The thing lay itself on Charlie’s belly and began rubbing up and down
along the length of his organ, while the first tentacle switched sides to
stimulate his right nipple.
He’d never felt anything
like it. The touch didn’t in itself feel
threatening, rather it was clearly meant to arouse. But it wasn’t a person. There was no body, no face, none of the
visual signals that made up lovemaking. Just pressure and warmth and friction.
Charlie could see that
another of the things had completely wrapped itself around Don’s cock in a
spiral, and was pulsating. Don was
grimacing, but a pained/pleasured moan escaped around the limb invading his
mouth, along with a panted breath. Don’s
penis was hardening and pushing against the binding.
It was that as much as the
direct stimulation that caused Charlie’s body to respond. As blood rushed into his cock, the tentacle
stroked it affectionately, like a cat rubbing against his master’s ankles. Then it fell back a bit to nudge against
Charlie’s balls.
He was distracted from the
intimate sensation by the other feeler, which abandoned his nipple and moved to
his mouth, which he clamped shut defensively.
It brushed against his lips, almost like a kiss, then
tried to push between them.
Charlie tried to keep his
teeth closed, but was breathing harder than usual and had to open his
mouth. The tip of the bizarre limb
entered, but only slightly. It tickled
the end of his tongue almost playfully.
It tasted salty and clean
and totally unfamiliar. It was slightly
slimy, and Charlie would have expected it to be covered in sand, all things
considered, but it wasn’t.
Since it wasn’t hurting
him, Charlie calmed slightly and concentrated on relaxing his body. He could feel the slick appendage rubbing
over and between his balls, up and down and around his now erect cock. It felt…strangely…really…pretty…hot.
Relaxed or not, he wasn’t
prepared when one of the things trailed up his inner thigh and began teasing at
his ass hole, causing heat to flash directly up his cock. He cried out, and the one at his mouth slid
in a bit farther.
Beside him, Charlie heard
Don’s muffled shout of, “Charlie?”
He didn’t want his brother
to think the things were killing him, so he answered as best he could, “It’s okay! It’s…oh,
god…okay, Don!”
Then it was breaching
him. The narrow tip slid in through the
clenched muscle of his anus and into his rectum. It was the size and shape of a cock and
filled him without stretching too far.
It began to move in him like a cock would, scraping against his prostate
with each and every stroke. The heat and
the need were rising in him, and Charlie wanted to tell it more, faster.
He heard another noise
beside him and turned his head. One of
the tentacles was doing the same thing to his brother. The long, slim – phallic – shape was
thrusting rhythmically into Don’s body, and Don’s back was arched in arousal.
Then Charlie’s full
attention was wrenched back to his own body as the things attending to him
coordinated their movements. His mouth
and ass were penetrated in synchronized pulses.
His cock was squeezed and both nipples flicked in time. It was like he was being fucked, sucking
cock, getting a hand job and being stoked by a couple more people besides, all
at the same time. It was
overwhelming. How the hell did whatever
the hell this was know how to give him the best sex of his life?
Charlie could feel the
burn rising, the pressure growing. He was
going to come. He was right on the
verge. He was going to come…now!
Then all the stimulation
was gone. There was nothing in his ass
or mouth, nothing touching his skin but the
Then Don was beside him,
touching him. Don was kneeling, his dark
erection standing up against his belly.
He was free.
Charlie wasn’t. His wrists were still held above his head. The coils of – creature – were still around
his ankles, but they were moving. They
were pushing his legs up toward his chest.
Slowly, the sinewy rope moved him into position, knees up and apart, his
ass exposed.
Don was clawing at the
living shackles at Charlie’s wrists, trying break or stretch them. There was no
effect, no give at all.
Charlie’s body was still
crying out. The want was still there,
the need. His mind was growing clearer,
however.
“Don.”
It took the older man a
moment to respond to his name.
“Don.”
The familiar, much loved
face hovered over his. “What?”
“Don, it…they…it wants you
to fuck me.”
Don shook his head.
“Please, I want you
to. I need you to. Please, Don.
Plea…”
A hand over his mouth
stopped his words. Don whispered
intently, “Don’t. Don’t beg. Never beg, not to me.”
When the fingers were
removed, Charlie said, “Then fuck me now.”
Don shifted to kneel
between Charlie’s legs. His eyes were
slightly glassy, but also dark with desire.
He leaned down and covered Charlie’s lips with his own.
Their tongues met, both
tasting of salt. Don murmured, “So
beautiful, Charlie. Love you so much.”
Human fingers touched his
opening. It was still slick and
stretched, and the fingers were soon followed by a blunt human appendage. Don’s cock slid into him.
He’d thought that what
he’d felt before was good, but it paled in comparison to this. Don’s handsome face looked down at him, slack
with pleasure. Don’s cock was hot inside
him, pumping into him. One hand caressed
Charlie’s erection. Perfect.
Charlie tried to rock up
to meet the thrusts, but he couldn’t move.
He was bound, helpless, receiving more pleasure than he knew how to
handle. And giving it,
too. Don was moaning and bucking,
taking Charlie hard. Oh, god, so
perfect.
Pressure was building
again, taking his breath, making it hard to do anything but feel the passion
and strength of his brother’s body. Then
release poured through him, pulses of white hot ecstasy like he’d never experienced,
the orgasm shaking him to his core.
Charlie floated for a
while, he didn’t know how long, but opened his eyes in time to see Don throw
his head back and shout, “Charlie!” as he came.
As Don slumped onto his chest, Charlie wrapped his arms around him and
held him close, with all the tenderness he possessed.
That was when Charlie
noticed that he was free. He wasn’t
bound and there was no sign of the whatever-it-was creature anywhere. He relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of Don’s
weight on his body.
After Don’s breathing
slowed to normal, he lifted his head and met Charlie’s eyes. “You okay?”
Charlie smiled. “Great.”
Don nodded in response and
dropped his head back down onto Charlie’s shoulder. He held Charlie for a moment, then pushed
himself to his knees, and then to his feet.
Don held out a hand and helped Charlie stand.
They staggered to where
their clothes lay in piles and pulled them on with shaking hands.
Still slightly stunned,
they made their way up the rocky bank.
When they reached the top, they turned and looked back down. It was a calm cove with a sliver of sandy
beach – the sand smooth and undisturbed, like nothing had ever touched it.
Charlie and Don looked at
each other. Don said evenly, “Nothing
happened here. Nothing
at all.”
Charlie nodded in
acceptance. That was how it had to
be. There was no other way.
Don pressed the back of
his fingers to Charlie’s cheek, the only acknowledgment he could give. Then he started toward the car, which sat right
where they’d left it, as though the world hadn’t turned upside down in the
meantime.
Don was saying, “I’ll call
the Coast Guard. There may have been a
leak of hallucinogenic gas along here somewhere.”
Charlie looked around
carefully, memorizing the mile marker and other landmarks.
So they could find this
spot again.
End
Um are apologies in order?