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seiyaharris who didn't ask for a ficlet so gets bad crack fic
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seiyaharris for this. Because lets face it, Quinn (from Sliders) and his double having sex has to be the hottest thing ever!
Sheesh, I remember the days when things like this wouldn't cross my mind and I was innocent and pure. Yes, those were bad days ;)
“You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it.”
Back pressed against cold cell bars, Quinn looks at his double who's sprawled across the only cot. Today has been a bad day, slapped by Maggie, laughed at by Colin and then to add insult to injury arrested and thrown into a cell with this other Quinn.
“I’ll make it good for you. Come on, everyone fantasises about doing it with their double.” Quinn two slid lower on the cot, legs wide as he rubs at his crotch. “You know you want to touch me, for me to touch you. I’m you Quinn. I know you.”
“You don’t know me at all.” Quinn wrenches his eyes from his doubles obvious erection making himself look at his face. “You’re not me, and I don’t want you that way.”
“I think you do. I can see you looking at me, wanting to touch, to explore. To know what your own cock tastes like. I know, Quinn, I see how attractive you are. How attractive you find me. I want to touch you, to fuck you. It’s like looking in a mirror, in every way.” Quinn two stared at Quinn’s crotch and he looks down, shamed to see himself hard.
It’s becoming harder to say no. Quinn can’t stop thinking what it would be like to kiss those lips, see his own eyes looking back at him, feel his own hands on his skin. To grope and explore the body he knows so well. What harm could it do? They’re sliding out of here in the morning, no one would ever know.
“What about the guards?” The protest is weak and Quinn knows it, sees the triumph in Quinn two’s eyes as he stands and pulls Quinn to his feet.
“They’re gone for the night. Us doubles aren’t important enough for human guards.”
“The words hit Quinn hard. “You mean there’s other doubles? Other sliders?” His questions are cut off when Quinn two pulls him close, covering Quinn’s mouth with his own. It’s strange and familiar at the same time. Quinn feels strange lips against his, but at the same time knows they’re his, with the scars and rough spot where he bites at them when stressed.
The hands that are burrowing under his shirt are familiar too. Same long fingers, same calluses. It feels like he’s caressing himself but so much more. Eyes open, Quinn sees himself looking back and a surge of arousal sparks through his body. It’s self love at it’s finest and Quinn just gives in, letting himself feel, nothing else.
It’s good. How can it not be? They know each other intimately and Quinn licks at Quinn two’s neck, in that spot just there that he loves, while Quinn two sticks his hand down Quinn’s pants, feeling for and caressing the spot just under his balls.
It’s hot and heavy, and Quinn’s falling, his own name on his lips as he feels hands surround his cock, his hands, Quinn two’s hands. It doesn’t matter, and Quinn jerks himself to a savage rhythm.
Quinn two is moving too, grinding against Quinn’s body and Quinn watches him. His own face screwed up in ecstasy, his own eyes closed, his own lips wet and swollen. It’s the biggest turn on ever, and Quinn feels orgasm swell inside of him, huge and intense, sweeping through his body in seconds, calling out his own name.
It’s the hottest thing Quinn’s ever experienced, but next time he thinks, he needs a mirror.
seiyaharris for this. Because lets face it, Quinn (from Sliders) and his double having sex has to be the hottest thing ever!Sheesh, I remember the days when things like this wouldn't cross my mind and I was innocent and pure. Yes, those were bad days ;)
“You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it.”
Back pressed against cold cell bars, Quinn looks at his double who's sprawled across the only cot. Today has been a bad day, slapped by Maggie, laughed at by Colin and then to add insult to injury arrested and thrown into a cell with this other Quinn.
“I’ll make it good for you. Come on, everyone fantasises about doing it with their double.” Quinn two slid lower on the cot, legs wide as he rubs at his crotch. “You know you want to touch me, for me to touch you. I’m you Quinn. I know you.”
“You don’t know me at all.” Quinn wrenches his eyes from his doubles obvious erection making himself look at his face. “You’re not me, and I don’t want you that way.”
“I think you do. I can see you looking at me, wanting to touch, to explore. To know what your own cock tastes like. I know, Quinn, I see how attractive you are. How attractive you find me. I want to touch you, to fuck you. It’s like looking in a mirror, in every way.” Quinn two stared at Quinn’s crotch and he looks down, shamed to see himself hard.
It’s becoming harder to say no. Quinn can’t stop thinking what it would be like to kiss those lips, see his own eyes looking back at him, feel his own hands on his skin. To grope and explore the body he knows so well. What harm could it do? They’re sliding out of here in the morning, no one would ever know.
“What about the guards?” The protest is weak and Quinn knows it, sees the triumph in Quinn two’s eyes as he stands and pulls Quinn to his feet.
“They’re gone for the night. Us doubles aren’t important enough for human guards.”
“The words hit Quinn hard. “You mean there’s other doubles? Other sliders?” His questions are cut off when Quinn two pulls him close, covering Quinn’s mouth with his own. It’s strange and familiar at the same time. Quinn feels strange lips against his, but at the same time knows they’re his, with the scars and rough spot where he bites at them when stressed.
The hands that are burrowing under his shirt are familiar too. Same long fingers, same calluses. It feels like he’s caressing himself but so much more. Eyes open, Quinn sees himself looking back and a surge of arousal sparks through his body. It’s self love at it’s finest and Quinn just gives in, letting himself feel, nothing else.
It’s good. How can it not be? They know each other intimately and Quinn licks at Quinn two’s neck, in that spot just there that he loves, while Quinn two sticks his hand down Quinn’s pants, feeling for and caressing the spot just under his balls.
It’s hot and heavy, and Quinn’s falling, his own name on his lips as he feels hands surround his cock, his hands, Quinn two’s hands. It doesn’t matter, and Quinn jerks himself to a savage rhythm.
Quinn two is moving too, grinding against Quinn’s body and Quinn watches him. His own face screwed up in ecstasy, his own eyes closed, his own lips wet and swollen. It’s the biggest turn on ever, and Quinn feels orgasm swell inside of him, huge and intense, sweeping through his body in seconds, calling out his own name.
It’s the hottest thing Quinn’s ever experienced, but next time he thinks, he needs a mirror.
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Date: 2004-01-20 04:06 pm (UTC)And damn, now I need to find that fic again!