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fredbassettTitle : If Sweet-Talkin’ You Could Make It Come True
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Connor, (/Caroline), (/Abby)
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Connor spends quality time in the shower. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
primeval_denial challenge:het
Connor dropped the last of his muddy clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor and stepped into the shower. Moments later, with hot water streaming around him, and the filth of a long day disappearing in a swirl of foam, he finally started to relax.
He lathered shampoo into his hair then ran soapy hands down his chest and over his stomach. The water felt good and he squeezed his eyes shut against the rivulets running down his face.
Working with his eyes still closed, he tipped more gel into his hand and started to rub the sweat out of his armpits, replacing eau de dinosaur with something that smelled suspiciously of …. roses. Oh shit, he’d done it again, and Abby was so not going to be pleased.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. The next handful of Abby’s favourite shower gel found its way down to his groin and he allowed himself a small grin as he soaped up his cock and balls, then rubbed another handful into the crack of his arse.
He wasn’t seeing Caroline tonight, so the smell wouldn’t matter. He’d just have to try to keep his distance from Abby. Not that keeping his distance had been a problem for the last few days. He was being given the cold shoulder and he knew it.
But it had been worth it, oh God yes, it had been worth it! The memory of Caroline’s small breasts, firm under his fingers, and the way her large, dark nipples had tightened under the first, tentative licks from his tongue was already making his cock start to harden. Even re-living his embarrassment at the way he’d come in his boxers didn’t dampen his enthusiasm as he ran his hands over his own body, pretending they were her hands. Anyway, he’d know better next time; a quick wank beforehand would be all he needed to make sure he lasted longer.
Connor grinned and started to tug at himself just the way he liked best. Caroline’s hands had felt different to this, her touch lighter, but somehow more intense, which had been why he’d shot his load so quickly. But she’d just laughed and had started to clean him up with a handful of tissues. He’d flushed bright scarlet at that, even though she’d given no sign that she’d noticed his reddened cheeks. She’d simply laughed that husky, throaty laugh of hers that went straight to his dick every time he heard it, and last night had been no exception.
He’d started to harden again almost before she’d finished cleaning him up and that had made her laugh as well. Then she’d bent her head and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and he’d nearly leapt straight off the sofa in shock. He’d thought about what that would feel like, hell, he’d even tried once to see if he could bend far enough over to try it on himself – and his neck had been sore for the next two days. But no amount of thrusting into a soapy hand had prepared him for the feeling of lips – a woman’s lips – actually wrapping around him. Around his cock.
It had taken all of his rapidly vanishing self-control to stop himself trusting up into that warm, wet mouth. OK, a pair of red-nailed hands pressing firmly against his hip-bones had helped as well. She had surprisingly strong hands, and she’d held him firmly in place while she’d teased him with her tongue.
Almost immediately, he’d felt that tell-tale tingling right down … there, and he must have groaned or something, because she’d pulled back slightly and had watched as he came, milky fluid spurting onto his stomach and pooling in his belly-button.
Then she’d grabbed another handful of tissues and had mopped him up a second time. His heart had still been hammering nineteen to the dozen when her mobile phone had buzzed in her handbag. She’d taken one quick glance at the message on the screen and had leant over him, avoiding contact with his still-sticky skin, and dropped a quick kiss onto his lips. She’d told him she had to go, or she’d be late for her kick-boxing class.
And that had been that.
He’d flushed the tissues down the loo, and had made sure there was no evidence left. He’d even scrubbed a few drops of stray come off one of the cushions, although he was still certain that Abby had guessed what had gone on. She’d given him a funny look when she’d arrived back from the gym at her usual time. But he wasn’t entirely sure he cared. The feel of Caroline’s lips around his cock had been better than anything he’d ever imagined and next time …. maybe next time she’d let him come in her mouth. Hell, maybe next time she’d let him come in her ….
A thump on the bathroom door broke into his reverie, and Connor jumped guiltily, his cock heavy in his hand.
“Five minutes …. Or you’ll be washing up for the rest of the week!”
As he listened to Abby’s footsteps recede down the corridor, Connor turned his attention back to the serious business of tugging himself off. The diminutive blonde didn’t issue threats like that lightly.
Seconds later, watching his come sliding down the white tiles, Connor realised that at the moment the sparks had detonated behind his eyes, it had been Abby’s mouth he’d been imagining around his dick, not Caroline’s.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Connor, (/Caroline), (/Abby)
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Connor spends quality time in the shower. Written for the
primeval_denial challenge:hetConnor dropped the last of his muddy clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor and stepped into the shower. Moments later, with hot water streaming around him, and the filth of a long day disappearing in a swirl of foam, he finally started to relax.
He lathered shampoo into his hair then ran soapy hands down his chest and over his stomach. The water felt good and he squeezed his eyes shut against the rivulets running down his face.
Working with his eyes still closed, he tipped more gel into his hand and started to rub the sweat out of his armpits, replacing eau de dinosaur with something that smelled suspiciously of …. roses. Oh shit, he’d done it again, and Abby was so not going to be pleased.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. The next handful of Abby’s favourite shower gel found its way down to his groin and he allowed himself a small grin as he soaped up his cock and balls, then rubbed another handful into the crack of his arse.
He wasn’t seeing Caroline tonight, so the smell wouldn’t matter. He’d just have to try to keep his distance from Abby. Not that keeping his distance had been a problem for the last few days. He was being given the cold shoulder and he knew it.
But it had been worth it, oh God yes, it had been worth it! The memory of Caroline’s small breasts, firm under his fingers, and the way her large, dark nipples had tightened under the first, tentative licks from his tongue was already making his cock start to harden. Even re-living his embarrassment at the way he’d come in his boxers didn’t dampen his enthusiasm as he ran his hands over his own body, pretending they were her hands. Anyway, he’d know better next time; a quick wank beforehand would be all he needed to make sure he lasted longer.
Connor grinned and started to tug at himself just the way he liked best. Caroline’s hands had felt different to this, her touch lighter, but somehow more intense, which had been why he’d shot his load so quickly. But she’d just laughed and had started to clean him up with a handful of tissues. He’d flushed bright scarlet at that, even though she’d given no sign that she’d noticed his reddened cheeks. She’d simply laughed that husky, throaty laugh of hers that went straight to his dick every time he heard it, and last night had been no exception.
He’d started to harden again almost before she’d finished cleaning him up and that had made her laugh as well. Then she’d bent her head and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and he’d nearly leapt straight off the sofa in shock. He’d thought about what that would feel like, hell, he’d even tried once to see if he could bend far enough over to try it on himself – and his neck had been sore for the next two days. But no amount of thrusting into a soapy hand had prepared him for the feeling of lips – a woman’s lips – actually wrapping around him. Around his cock.
It had taken all of his rapidly vanishing self-control to stop himself trusting up into that warm, wet mouth. OK, a pair of red-nailed hands pressing firmly against his hip-bones had helped as well. She had surprisingly strong hands, and she’d held him firmly in place while she’d teased him with her tongue.
Almost immediately, he’d felt that tell-tale tingling right down … there, and he must have groaned or something, because she’d pulled back slightly and had watched as he came, milky fluid spurting onto his stomach and pooling in his belly-button.
Then she’d grabbed another handful of tissues and had mopped him up a second time. His heart had still been hammering nineteen to the dozen when her mobile phone had buzzed in her handbag. She’d taken one quick glance at the message on the screen and had leant over him, avoiding contact with his still-sticky skin, and dropped a quick kiss onto his lips. She’d told him she had to go, or she’d be late for her kick-boxing class.
And that had been that.
He’d flushed the tissues down the loo, and had made sure there was no evidence left. He’d even scrubbed a few drops of stray come off one of the cushions, although he was still certain that Abby had guessed what had gone on. She’d given him a funny look when she’d arrived back from the gym at her usual time. But he wasn’t entirely sure he cared. The feel of Caroline’s lips around his cock had been better than anything he’d ever imagined and next time …. maybe next time she’d let him come in her mouth. Hell, maybe next time she’d let him come in her ….
A thump on the bathroom door broke into his reverie, and Connor jumped guiltily, his cock heavy in his hand.
“Five minutes …. Or you’ll be washing up for the rest of the week!”
As he listened to Abby’s footsteps recede down the corridor, Connor turned his attention back to the serious business of tugging himself off. The diminutive blonde didn’t issue threats like that lightly.
Seconds later, watching his come sliding down the white tiles, Connor realised that at the moment the sparks had detonated behind his eyes, it had been Abby’s mouth he’d been imagining around his dick, not Caroline’s.
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Date: 2009-03-11 09:54 pm (UTC)And you haz committed het *vbg*.
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Date: 2009-03-12 01:43 pm (UTC)I haz.
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Date: 2009-03-11 10:09 pm (UTC)Hot het!!!! Squeee! Awww, poor Connor, loved that last bit where he realises who he *really* wants.
But you wrote het? Are you *sure* you're the real Fred? *pokes and checks for imposters*
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Date: 2009-03-12 01:44 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2009-03-11 10:12 pm (UTC)I should have some for you to beta by the end of the week too, you are corrupting people with this challenge of yours.
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Date: 2009-03-11 11:30 pm (UTC)I'm skeerd. You made me dig Connor. *hides*
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Date: 2009-03-12 01:46 pm (UTC)*chases after you*
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Date: 2009-03-12 01:02 am (UTC)he’d even tried once to see if he could bend far enough over to try it on himself – and his neck had been sore for the next two days
Oh, Connor! *g*
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Date: 2009-03-12 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 08:48 am (UTC)I'm hoping to do a bit of Abby/Ryan for the challenge, and for Rodlox, but it's not easy. But then, that's why they're called 'challenges' ;-)
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Date: 2009-03-12 08:29 pm (UTC)Very nice!
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Date: 2009-03-12 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 09:27 pm (UTC)Damn, you write good het! *g*
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