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Alphabet ficlet still going on. I think I may have more bunnies than letters left. I'll see. First two stories are parts of earlier alphabet ficlets, so to find them just scroll back a few entries.
R, Rockstar, Peter/Nathan, NC-17
As Peter walks offstage, he can still hear the wild screams and applause. Like an afterimage behind his eyelids, he can still see the crowd, wild and ready to do anything he says. He loves that power, that sway he has over them as he sings. It makes him feel like he can do anything.
He accepts the pats on his back and congratulations but right now he wants Nathan. The record executive is his little project while Peter’s on tour and so far Nathan’s passed all of Peter’s tests with flying colors. He’s hot, bold, and not afraid of Peter’s fame. That turns Peter on way more than it should. He enjoys a certain amount of ass kissing, but it’s not something he wants twenty-four hours a day.
Back in his dressing room, Peter takes a quick shower and grabs his stuff. Outside the building he signs a few autographs before climbing on board his tour bus. Their next show is in two days and Peter wants to take the scenic route. He also wants to take time to screw Nathan into his bed as they travel down some endless looking American interstate. He talks for a moment with his driver and bodyguard before opening the door to his bedroom at the back of the bus.
He studies a sleeping Nathan before getting undressed and climbing into the bed. A few deft movements with hands that Rolling Stone magazine called “magical,” and Nathan’s naked, his cock half-hard even in sleep. Peter dives right in, his mouth angling for the head of Nathan’s dick.
Peter licks and sucks until Nathan wakes up moaning and half-whimpering for more. He uses his tongue and lips to make Nathan come quick before he can clear his sleep fogged brain. After Nathan comes, Peter raises up between Nathan’s legs and kisses him, their mouths a messy, slippery tangle. Then Peter uses warm slick from Nathan to coat his fingers and pushes two of them into Nathan’s body.
Their eyes meet and Nathan spreads his legs even wider. Peter rewards him with a lick to his Adam’s apple. Then he’s gripping Nathan’s thighs and nudging at his hole. It only takes a few moments before Peter is hissing at the tightness that’s surrounding his dick. They both groan and Peter jackhammers frantically into Nathan, wishing he could overdose on the thick catch and release of Nathan’s body. His hands grip the back of Nathan’s thighs tighter until he feels his short fingernails digging into skin.
He comes and talks through it. “Fuck so good, want to fuck you wide open and make you beg. Perfect, perfect for my dick. That’s it baby, take it, take it.”
He collapses next to Nathan and dozes until a bottle of cold water appears next to his head. After a healthy swallow and some deep breathing, Peter smiles and says, “Gimme ten and we can do it again.” Nathan’s laugh is loud and it’s all Peter can hear as they roll down the dark highway.
S, Summertime, Nathan/Pia, NC-17
The night is humid so Nathan has his bedroom window open. The ceiling fan helps circulate some air and if the heat continues, Nathan will turn on the central air tomorrow. If it’s this hot out here at their family summerhouse he can’t imagine how sweltering the city is right about now. He’s got one hand behind his head and the other in his boxers. He’s not hard yet but a nice leisurely hand job sounds pretty good.
A figure appears in his open doorway and he pulls his hand off his cock. Pia probably saw him, but she won’t bring it up. He bought his sister up here so they could talk about what she wants to do in college now that she’s graduated. Also, Nathan thinks they might need to talk about the dependence they have on each other. Up here, no one will be able to easily eavesdrop on their conversations.
He clears his throat and sits up. “Hey. Something wrong?”
Pia shakes her head and sits on his bed. “What’s wrong with you? Ever since I graduated five weeks ago, you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” A tiny, soft sniffle follows her question and Nathan lays a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, no, no, that’s not it, Pia.” He pulls her closer and ignores the warning bell that’s going off in his head. She tucks her head into his neck and winds her body around his. She’s wearing a thin t-shirt and silk panties that brush against his thighs. He brushes a hand through her hair and tries to say what he needs to in order for them both to take a step back.
“I want you to be happy, with college and all the stuff that comes with it. I don’t want you to ever look back and hate me for something.”
That’s vague but he hopes she gets what he’s trying to say. He can’t come right out and say he regrets that their relationship, their closeness, has taken something from her that she should be out experiencing with boys her own age. His mouth won’t form those words because they’d be lies and she’d know it.
Pia moves her head and blinks brown eyes at him. “I could never be mad at you, Nathan. I love you.” She swipes tears off her face. “I love you so much.” She moves closer and kisses him.
Nathan plans to pull away, but his hands aren’t listening to his commands. Instead he pulls her closer and kisses her back, her mouth warm and tasting like the strawberries she had for dessert. They both groan and Nathan pulls Pia closer until her long legs are straddling his hips. The ‘no’ in his head is drowned out by Pia’s soft murmurs of pleasure.
He doesn’t know how long they kiss but he finally pushes her away. He can see her, lying underneath him, by the light of the moon. He licks his lips, ready to send her back to her room, but she moves one of her hands and his eyes follow fingers that slip inside her own panties. An almost inhuman groan tears out of his throat and he’s stripping her and moving between her legs like his life depends on it.
Nathan groans again and uses his thumbs to open Pia up. She’s wet and slippery and he licks her over and over. He’s ready to come from just this. He buries his tongue in her before he pulls back and tongues figure eights over her clit. She’s sticky and tastes bitter with a faint hint of sweetness. She’s so tight his finger has trouble sliding in, but she’s nothing but sighs and silky thighs so he finger fucks her gently and laps her cunt like a starving man.
After she comes twice, once on his tongue and once riding his fingers, only the fact that he has no condoms stops him from pushing inside her. Instead, he sucks her nipples and rubs his cock against her hip. They kiss again and Nathan shudders at the way she licks her taste off his lips and from around and inside his mouth.
He comes fast and gasping. Pia just pulls him closer and closes her eyes, already murmuring plans about what they’re gonna do for the rest of the summer. Nathan closes his eyes and decides to worry about it all tomorrow. That’s not like him but apparently, he doesn’t know himself as well as he thought.
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T, Toys, Sam/Dean, NC-17
Sam finds them under the passenger seat. Cotton candy pink and softer than he’d expect. Not that he spent a lot of time thinking about the construction of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. He waits until they’re in their hotel room before draping them over one of Dean’s thighs.
“Anything you want to tell me?”
Dean picks the handcuffs up and gets a goofy look on his face. “Ohhh, yeah, Abigail. I wondered what happened to these.” He twirls them on one finger. “She was wild, Sammy. She did things to me I’m positive were illegal in all fifty states.” He waggles his eyebrows up and down and smirks. “Gotta love a girl with a tongue ring.”
Sam shakes his head. “On second thought, dude, keep it to yourself.”
Dean lays down, both arms folded so his hands are behind his head. The pink handcuffs are bright against his black tee shirt. “She had this giggle. It was cute and sexy, and the way she could bounce for hours on top of me.” He let out a lusty sigh. “She was quite the energizer bunny.”
Sam groans. What had he started? He should have just put the handcuffs back where he found them. “I get it, alright? She was perfect, the epitome of womanhood. Now can I take a nap?”
Dean snickers and finds a James Bond marathon on their hotel TV. Sam turns on his stomach and falls asleep to some woman trading sexual innuendos with Sean Connery.
He wakes up with the weather channel playing. He’s on his back and he can’t move his arms. He follows them to the surprisingly sturdy headboard. His wrist is surrounded by soft pink on top of hard steel. He pulls, but his hand isn’t going anywhere. He looks at his other hand. It’s handcuffed with a pair of hot pink, fuzzy handcuffs. They’re so neon pink they almost makes his eyes hurt.
“Dean!”
His brother comes out of the bathroom trailing steam behind him. He’s naked and using a towel to dry his hair. His grin is wide and happy and Sam almost smiles back before he remembers his predicament. He shakes his cuffed arms at Dean.
“What the hell?”
Dean throws the towel over his shoulder and straddles Sam’s hips. “I went out to the car. Found the second pair of cuffs.” He fiddles with the buttons on Sam’s jeans. “Did I mention Abigail had a twin named Amy? She was wild too.” Sam flinches as Dean’s warm hand wraps around his dick. He’s more used to late night sex or long dark highway hand jobs. Even with the fuzzy handcuffs this seems kind of normal.
Sam grunts and pushes into Dean’s hand. “You going to tell me more stories about you and the porn twins?”
Dean shakes his head and strips Sam’s pants off. “Nope. Though I do think we should pick up a woman one night.” His voice deepens and he stares at Sam’s face like he wants to read Sam’s mind. “I’d love to see you eat her out while I fucked you from behind.”
He grabs Sam’s cock again and strokes him fast and hard. Sam bites his lip and tries not to whine with lust and beg for more. Dean will tease him enough as it is. He comes when Dean presses a thumb into the bundle of nerves right below the head of his dick. Sam watches in post-orgasmic pleasure as Dean slips two fingers inside him and finger fucks Sam with an eagerness he usually reserves for setting things on fire.
When Dean pulls his fingers out and thrusts his cock into Sam, he sets up a fast pace. Sam closes his legs around Dean’s hips, and makes noises because Dean knows how fuck. Sam never means to say anything, but he can’t help it. Dean smirks and fucks him harder. He’s silent and focused on the slap and pull, while Sam bites his own lips so he can stop saying stuff that belongs in a porn movie.
Dean comes with a muttered curse and Sam’s already frowning at the thought of sleeping in the wet spot. Dean chuckles softly and pulls away. “He who lets himself get handcuffed, and with girly handcuffs at that, automatically sleeps in the wet spot.”
Sam sighs as Dean lets him out of the cuffs. “You are seriously freaky, you know that?”
Dean kisses the top of his head briefly. “You know you like it.” On the way to the bathroom he calls out over his shoulder, “We need to get you a gag. Maybe I’ll look for something pink to match your cute handcuffs.”
Sam rolls his eyes and wonders when Dean’s toys became his toys. Probably right around the time he found them under his seat. Sam frowns. He’d checked under that seat just a few days ago. Dean had set him up! It would serve his brother right if Sam bought a pink, glittery vibrator and used it on him. He settles down into bed, his mind whirling with all the ways he’s going to get revenge.
R, Rockstar, Peter/Nathan, NC-17
As Peter walks offstage, he can still hear the wild screams and applause. Like an afterimage behind his eyelids, he can still see the crowd, wild and ready to do anything he says. He loves that power, that sway he has over them as he sings. It makes him feel like he can do anything.
He accepts the pats on his back and congratulations but right now he wants Nathan. The record executive is his little project while Peter’s on tour and so far Nathan’s passed all of Peter’s tests with flying colors. He’s hot, bold, and not afraid of Peter’s fame. That turns Peter on way more than it should. He enjoys a certain amount of ass kissing, but it’s not something he wants twenty-four hours a day.
Back in his dressing room, Peter takes a quick shower and grabs his stuff. Outside the building he signs a few autographs before climbing on board his tour bus. Their next show is in two days and Peter wants to take the scenic route. He also wants to take time to screw Nathan into his bed as they travel down some endless looking American interstate. He talks for a moment with his driver and bodyguard before opening the door to his bedroom at the back of the bus.
He studies a sleeping Nathan before getting undressed and climbing into the bed. A few deft movements with hands that Rolling Stone magazine called “magical,” and Nathan’s naked, his cock half-hard even in sleep. Peter dives right in, his mouth angling for the head of Nathan’s dick.
Peter licks and sucks until Nathan wakes up moaning and half-whimpering for more. He uses his tongue and lips to make Nathan come quick before he can clear his sleep fogged brain. After Nathan comes, Peter raises up between Nathan’s legs and kisses him, their mouths a messy, slippery tangle. Then Peter uses warm slick from Nathan to coat his fingers and pushes two of them into Nathan’s body.
Their eyes meet and Nathan spreads his legs even wider. Peter rewards him with a lick to his Adam’s apple. Then he’s gripping Nathan’s thighs and nudging at his hole. It only takes a few moments before Peter is hissing at the tightness that’s surrounding his dick. They both groan and Peter jackhammers frantically into Nathan, wishing he could overdose on the thick catch and release of Nathan’s body. His hands grip the back of Nathan’s thighs tighter until he feels his short fingernails digging into skin.
He comes and talks through it. “Fuck so good, want to fuck you wide open and make you beg. Perfect, perfect for my dick. That’s it baby, take it, take it.”
He collapses next to Nathan and dozes until a bottle of cold water appears next to his head. After a healthy swallow and some deep breathing, Peter smiles and says, “Gimme ten and we can do it again.” Nathan’s laugh is loud and it’s all Peter can hear as they roll down the dark highway.
S, Summertime, Nathan/Pia, NC-17
The night is humid so Nathan has his bedroom window open. The ceiling fan helps circulate some air and if the heat continues, Nathan will turn on the central air tomorrow. If it’s this hot out here at their family summerhouse he can’t imagine how sweltering the city is right about now. He’s got one hand behind his head and the other in his boxers. He’s not hard yet but a nice leisurely hand job sounds pretty good.
A figure appears in his open doorway and he pulls his hand off his cock. Pia probably saw him, but she won’t bring it up. He bought his sister up here so they could talk about what she wants to do in college now that she’s graduated. Also, Nathan thinks they might need to talk about the dependence they have on each other. Up here, no one will be able to easily eavesdrop on their conversations.
He clears his throat and sits up. “Hey. Something wrong?”
Pia shakes her head and sits on his bed. “What’s wrong with you? Ever since I graduated five weeks ago, you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” A tiny, soft sniffle follows her question and Nathan lays a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, no, no, that’s not it, Pia.” He pulls her closer and ignores the warning bell that’s going off in his head. She tucks her head into his neck and winds her body around his. She’s wearing a thin t-shirt and silk panties that brush against his thighs. He brushes a hand through her hair and tries to say what he needs to in order for them both to take a step back.
“I want you to be happy, with college and all the stuff that comes with it. I don’t want you to ever look back and hate me for something.”
That’s vague but he hopes she gets what he’s trying to say. He can’t come right out and say he regrets that their relationship, their closeness, has taken something from her that she should be out experiencing with boys her own age. His mouth won’t form those words because they’d be lies and she’d know it.
Pia moves her head and blinks brown eyes at him. “I could never be mad at you, Nathan. I love you.” She swipes tears off her face. “I love you so much.” She moves closer and kisses him.
Nathan plans to pull away, but his hands aren’t listening to his commands. Instead he pulls her closer and kisses her back, her mouth warm and tasting like the strawberries she had for dessert. They both groan and Nathan pulls Pia closer until her long legs are straddling his hips. The ‘no’ in his head is drowned out by Pia’s soft murmurs of pleasure.
He doesn’t know how long they kiss but he finally pushes her away. He can see her, lying underneath him, by the light of the moon. He licks his lips, ready to send her back to her room, but she moves one of her hands and his eyes follow fingers that slip inside her own panties. An almost inhuman groan tears out of his throat and he’s stripping her and moving between her legs like his life depends on it.
Nathan groans again and uses his thumbs to open Pia up. She’s wet and slippery and he licks her over and over. He’s ready to come from just this. He buries his tongue in her before he pulls back and tongues figure eights over her clit. She’s sticky and tastes bitter with a faint hint of sweetness. She’s so tight his finger has trouble sliding in, but she’s nothing but sighs and silky thighs so he finger fucks her gently and laps her cunt like a starving man.
After she comes twice, once on his tongue and once riding his fingers, only the fact that he has no condoms stops him from pushing inside her. Instead, he sucks her nipples and rubs his cock against her hip. They kiss again and Nathan shudders at the way she licks her taste off his lips and from around and inside his mouth.
He comes fast and gasping. Pia just pulls him closer and closes her eyes, already murmuring plans about what they’re gonna do for the rest of the summer. Nathan closes his eyes and decides to worry about it all tomorrow. That’s not like him but apparently, he doesn’t know himself as well as he thought.
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Sam finds them under the passenger seat. Cotton candy pink and softer than he’d expect. Not that he spent a lot of time thinking about the construction of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. He waits until they’re in their hotel room before draping them over one of Dean’s thighs.
“Anything you want to tell me?”
Dean picks the handcuffs up and gets a goofy look on his face. “Ohhh, yeah, Abigail. I wondered what happened to these.” He twirls them on one finger. “She was wild, Sammy. She did things to me I’m positive were illegal in all fifty states.” He waggles his eyebrows up and down and smirks. “Gotta love a girl with a tongue ring.”
Sam shakes his head. “On second thought, dude, keep it to yourself.”
Dean lays down, both arms folded so his hands are behind his head. The pink handcuffs are bright against his black tee shirt. “She had this giggle. It was cute and sexy, and the way she could bounce for hours on top of me.” He let out a lusty sigh. “She was quite the energizer bunny.”
Sam groans. What had he started? He should have just put the handcuffs back where he found them. “I get it, alright? She was perfect, the epitome of womanhood. Now can I take a nap?”
Dean snickers and finds a James Bond marathon on their hotel TV. Sam turns on his stomach and falls asleep to some woman trading sexual innuendos with Sean Connery.
He wakes up with the weather channel playing. He’s on his back and he can’t move his arms. He follows them to the surprisingly sturdy headboard. His wrist is surrounded by soft pink on top of hard steel. He pulls, but his hand isn’t going anywhere. He looks at his other hand. It’s handcuffed with a pair of hot pink, fuzzy handcuffs. They’re so neon pink they almost makes his eyes hurt.
“Dean!”
His brother comes out of the bathroom trailing steam behind him. He’s naked and using a towel to dry his hair. His grin is wide and happy and Sam almost smiles back before he remembers his predicament. He shakes his cuffed arms at Dean.
“What the hell?”
Dean throws the towel over his shoulder and straddles Sam’s hips. “I went out to the car. Found the second pair of cuffs.” He fiddles with the buttons on Sam’s jeans. “Did I mention Abigail had a twin named Amy? She was wild too.” Sam flinches as Dean’s warm hand wraps around his dick. He’s more used to late night sex or long dark highway hand jobs. Even with the fuzzy handcuffs this seems kind of normal.
Sam grunts and pushes into Dean’s hand. “You going to tell me more stories about you and the porn twins?”
Dean shakes his head and strips Sam’s pants off. “Nope. Though I do think we should pick up a woman one night.” His voice deepens and he stares at Sam’s face like he wants to read Sam’s mind. “I’d love to see you eat her out while I fucked you from behind.”
He grabs Sam’s cock again and strokes him fast and hard. Sam bites his lip and tries not to whine with lust and beg for more. Dean will tease him enough as it is. He comes when Dean presses a thumb into the bundle of nerves right below the head of his dick. Sam watches in post-orgasmic pleasure as Dean slips two fingers inside him and finger fucks Sam with an eagerness he usually reserves for setting things on fire.
When Dean pulls his fingers out and thrusts his cock into Sam, he sets up a fast pace. Sam closes his legs around Dean’s hips, and makes noises because Dean knows how fuck. Sam never means to say anything, but he can’t help it. Dean smirks and fucks him harder. He’s silent and focused on the slap and pull, while Sam bites his own lips so he can stop saying stuff that belongs in a porn movie.
Dean comes with a muttered curse and Sam’s already frowning at the thought of sleeping in the wet spot. Dean chuckles softly and pulls away. “He who lets himself get handcuffed, and with girly handcuffs at that, automatically sleeps in the wet spot.”
Sam sighs as Dean lets him out of the cuffs. “You are seriously freaky, you know that?”
Dean kisses the top of his head briefly. “You know you like it.” On the way to the bathroom he calls out over his shoulder, “We need to get you a gag. Maybe I’ll look for something pink to match your cute handcuffs.”
Sam rolls his eyes and wonders when Dean’s toys became his toys. Probably right around the time he found them under his seat. Sam frowns. He’d checked under that seat just a few days ago. Dean had set him up! It would serve his brother right if Sam bought a pink, glittery vibrator and used it on him. He settles down into bed, his mind whirling with all the ways he’s going to get revenge.
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