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Sep. 9th, 2004 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsFor Eva, who made me do this with her comments even though I suck at writing sex. Hee, I said suck. Probably makes no sense, but hell, it's for fun and done for distraction as I thought over a phone call I just got.
JC has a mental list of fantasies, old favourites that he imagines over and over until every detail is perfect. Lying in his bunk, sheets pushed aside, he leaves behind the harsh realities of touring in a small bus and enters a world where the men are perfect and eager to do anything he needs.
As he runs his hand down his stomach, stroking and caressing his own skin he imagines he’s lying on slippery silk sheets. When he touches his own cock, teasing with a feather light touch before changing to hard strokes, he imagines it’s Jay’s hand. Perfect Jay with the perfect teeth and perfect body.
When he pulls up his legs, twisting and groping for the hand lotion, JC lets his imagination fly as he slowly fucks himself. One teasing finger at first, then two as he spreads his legs wider, twisting his hips in a slow rhythm, driving himself deeper until he’s second knuckle deep and gasping as he tries to muffle his moans.
When he comes it’s with Jay’s name on his lips and JC lies limp on his bunk, exhausted but happy as he returns to the real world and leaves the fantasy behind.
~*~*~*~*~
Chris was never on the list of fantasies. He isn’t blond or built, and he’s mean on occasions, slicing into tender emotions with his razor sharp tongue. He’s too real for a fantasy world, all hard lines, a whirlwind of energy that would never fit into the soft focused world of JC’s imagination.
Which is good; as JC doesn’t want him there.
Chris is in the here and now. Lying propped on one elbow in bed, looking up with dark eyes as he takes JC’s cock in his mouth, tonguing it like a pro as his slick fingers probe deep. He’s unrelenting as he sucks and thrusts his fingers in a punishing and perfect rhythm that leaves JC moaning and shaking in pleasure, climax seconds away.
Chris belongs in the real world; where his stubble leaves JC’s inner thighs rubbed raw and sore, and his kisses taste of dinner or alcohol or come. He hogs the blankets and farts in bed. Sleeps in his socks at times, complaining of cold and snores when he’s lying on his back.
He can be pissy and sarcastic, taking a joke too far and lashing out at the wrong people. But he’s also the man JC loves, the one better than any fantasy, and that makes him perfect.
JC has a mental list of fantasies, old favourites that he imagines over and over until every detail is perfect. Lying in his bunk, sheets pushed aside, he leaves behind the harsh realities of touring in a small bus and enters a world where the men are perfect and eager to do anything he needs.
As he runs his hand down his stomach, stroking and caressing his own skin he imagines he’s lying on slippery silk sheets. When he touches his own cock, teasing with a feather light touch before changing to hard strokes, he imagines it’s Jay’s hand. Perfect Jay with the perfect teeth and perfect body.
When he pulls up his legs, twisting and groping for the hand lotion, JC lets his imagination fly as he slowly fucks himself. One teasing finger at first, then two as he spreads his legs wider, twisting his hips in a slow rhythm, driving himself deeper until he’s second knuckle deep and gasping as he tries to muffle his moans.
When he comes it’s with Jay’s name on his lips and JC lies limp on his bunk, exhausted but happy as he returns to the real world and leaves the fantasy behind.
~*~*~*~*~
Chris was never on the list of fantasies. He isn’t blond or built, and he’s mean on occasions, slicing into tender emotions with his razor sharp tongue. He’s too real for a fantasy world, all hard lines, a whirlwind of energy that would never fit into the soft focused world of JC’s imagination.
Which is good; as JC doesn’t want him there.
Chris is in the here and now. Lying propped on one elbow in bed, looking up with dark eyes as he takes JC’s cock in his mouth, tonguing it like a pro as his slick fingers probe deep. He’s unrelenting as he sucks and thrusts his fingers in a punishing and perfect rhythm that leaves JC moaning and shaking in pleasure, climax seconds away.
Chris belongs in the real world; where his stubble leaves JC’s inner thighs rubbed raw and sore, and his kisses taste of dinner or alcohol or come. He hogs the blankets and farts in bed. Sleeps in his socks at times, complaining of cold and snores when he’s lying on his back.
He can be pissy and sarcastic, taking a joke too far and lashing out at the wrong people. But he’s also the man JC loves, the one better than any fantasy, and that makes him perfect.
