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turpsSo, here's the thing. I hate writing sex, which is weird because I love reading about it. I mentioned that to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vaudevilles and she proposed a scheme. That she'll help me get over this by issuing a challenge each week, which she'd then beta read and make readable. Which okay, I'm always up for a challenge.
I didn't expect the first challenge to be 500 words of strap on fic. But I did it, and despite my fears, vaudevilles was a star, pointing out where I lost focus, and helped me until I had something that could be posted.
Which I'm going to do, then run away because man, I'm so not a sex writer.
Thanks go to Ceri who remains an amazing beta, and also holds a very scary whip! ;)
“I should go,” JC says, but he doesn’t attempt to move. He doesn’t think he can.
“Stay.” Britney looks up through her hair that flows loose, hanging down in golden waves. The ends slide across the flat of Justin’s stomach, and he shivers, sheets crumpled between his fisted hands.
“We want you to stay.” Britney’s eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed. She’s performing, naked and beautiful and JC can’t look away. He watches as she rides Justin. She’s all graceful lines and soft curves, a visual contrast to Justin, who’s all definition. The sharp edges of his arms, the hard muscles of his stomach, his legs, long and lean, heels pushed against the bed.
JC wants to run, to forget what he’s seen before he’s pulled in even further. He takes a step closer to the bed.
“He wants you,” Britney says simply. She stares at JC as she meets Justin’s thrust, raising herself slightly on her knees, completely in control as Justin moans low in his throat, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, curls flattened against the covers of the bed. “Thing is, he’s not yours.”
“I don’t understand.” JC knows he should leave, but he’s already too close, bewitched by the scent of sex, the sight of Justin, muscles tense as he meets Britney thrust to thrust, pushing up as she leans forward, their bodies together as she whispers in his ear.
JC takes a stumbling step back when Britney sits, movements flowing and easy as she pushes up, and JC can’t help looking where her body joins Justin’s. Shadows and slick movements, and he takes a deep breath as Justin finally opens his eyes.
Head tilted back, exposing the long line of his throat, Justin looks over at JC. “Come on, already.”
Lips suddenly dry, JC licks at them, never looking away from Justin who’s staring at him. Challenge and invitation written with the curve of his smile, the lazy way he crooks a finger.
“Go on. I’ve things to do.”
Startled when Britney speaks, JC glances over at her, his focus immediately returning to Justin as she bend down for a last kiss, her hands either side of Justin's head. The kiss is long, and JC pushes back jealousy when Britney looks over at him, smiling as she slides off Justin's body and stands.
Walking close, Britney touches JC arm, laughing as she pushes him toward the bed. “Keep him busy for me.”
It’s only steps to the bed. JC drops to his knees, his hands against the covers as he looks down at Justin who’s still staring up at him, smile lazy as he stretches, exposing his body beautifully, and JC’s all too aware he’s the audience of Justin’s show.
“I knew you’d stay,” Justin says, and confidence colours his tone, but JC knows him and can see the slight uncertainties, the way Justin’s tapping his fingers against the bed, a tight rhythm muffled in the expensive covers. It’s what stops JC from standing and leaving them to perform to an empty room.
“What’s she doing?” JC asks. He wants to look toward the bathroom, but can’t pull his gaze from Justin, curiosity about the rattles and the clink of metal pushed away by the need to watch, to feel. JC rests his hand against Justin’s side, touch tentative but needing to explore. Fanning out his fingers, his hand against Justin’s ribs, feeling each breath, each tiny movement through his own skin.
“Something I want.” Justin stretches his neck upward, pressing an upside down kiss against JC’s chin. “Something I wanted to try for the first time with you.”
About to ask what that is, JC’s attention is pulled to Britney who is standing in the bathroom doorway, one hand against the frame, pose perfect so they can see the strap on buckled around her hips and thighs, the leather straps harsh against her skin. The black dildo that juts out, hard and shining, obscene against the golden curves of her body.
Justin's focus leaves JC for a moment, conversing with Britney with smiles and shoulder hunches that JC can't interpret, leaving him feeling unsure as Britney loses the pose and Justin turns back to look into JC's eyes.
“Come here.”
Justin rests his hand against JC’s cheek, urging him closer. His hand feels warm, fingers smoothing across JC’s face, down over his jaw, and JC is transfixed by the intensity of Justin’s gaze, the damp gloss of his lips as he flicks out his tongue.
“You do….” JC gestures to Britney, who’s crawling onto the bed. “….that?”
“First time,” Justin says, and he looks over his shoulder at Britney, licking his lips again as he looks down her body, before turning so he’s lying on his front. “I wanted to, with you both.”
“But, you can’t just do it.”
“We’ve done research, and prepared.” Britney wiggles her fingers, and JC sees pink chipped nail varnish, and nails that have been cut down and smoothed. “We wanted things to be ready for you.”
JC looks at Britney, gaze lingering on her fingers as she carefully positions herself, kneeling as Justin pushes himself onto all fours.
“I’m ready,” Justin says, confident. JC leans in, heart racing as he sees Britney between Justin’s spread thighs, her fingers gleaming with gel.
The angle means JC can’t see when she pushes them into Justin, but he can hear the resulting moan, can see the way Justin’s eyes open slightly before he eases into the touch, and JC can’t resist any more, needing a kiss. He runs his tongue over Justin’s lips, a slick of touch as Justin moans into his mouth. Deepening the kiss, JC matches Britney’s rhythm, and Justin is caught between them, fucked with fingers and tongue.
“You got him?”
Ending the kiss, JC looks up the line of Justin’s back, nodding at Britney who’s resting her hands on Justin’s ass, her fingers slick as she breathes hard.
JC wants to see the slide of dildo into Justin’s ass. See it slowly press inside, but he stays still, feeling Justin’s gasp against his cheek, the sting of Justin’s nails against his shoulder, his whole body tense, muscles rigid. Only the sound of harsh breathing breaking the stillness of the moment moments as JC holds onto Justin, and tries to remember how to breathe.
vaudevilles and she proposed a scheme. That she'll help me get over this by issuing a challenge each week, which she'd then beta read and make readable. Which okay, I'm always up for a challenge.I didn't expect the first challenge to be 500 words of strap on fic. But I did it, and despite my fears, vaudevilles was a star, pointing out where I lost focus, and helped me until I had something that could be posted.
Which I'm going to do, then run away because man, I'm so not a sex writer.
Thanks go to Ceri who remains an amazing beta, and also holds a very scary whip! ;)
“I should go,” JC says, but he doesn’t attempt to move. He doesn’t think he can.
“Stay.” Britney looks up through her hair that flows loose, hanging down in golden waves. The ends slide across the flat of Justin’s stomach, and he shivers, sheets crumpled between his fisted hands.
“We want you to stay.” Britney’s eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed. She’s performing, naked and beautiful and JC can’t look away. He watches as she rides Justin. She’s all graceful lines and soft curves, a visual contrast to Justin, who’s all definition. The sharp edges of his arms, the hard muscles of his stomach, his legs, long and lean, heels pushed against the bed.
JC wants to run, to forget what he’s seen before he’s pulled in even further. He takes a step closer to the bed.
“He wants you,” Britney says simply. She stares at JC as she meets Justin’s thrust, raising herself slightly on her knees, completely in control as Justin moans low in his throat, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, curls flattened against the covers of the bed. “Thing is, he’s not yours.”
“I don’t understand.” JC knows he should leave, but he’s already too close, bewitched by the scent of sex, the sight of Justin, muscles tense as he meets Britney thrust to thrust, pushing up as she leans forward, their bodies together as she whispers in his ear.
JC takes a stumbling step back when Britney sits, movements flowing and easy as she pushes up, and JC can’t help looking where her body joins Justin’s. Shadows and slick movements, and he takes a deep breath as Justin finally opens his eyes.
Head tilted back, exposing the long line of his throat, Justin looks over at JC. “Come on, already.”
Lips suddenly dry, JC licks at them, never looking away from Justin who’s staring at him. Challenge and invitation written with the curve of his smile, the lazy way he crooks a finger.
“Go on. I’ve things to do.”
Startled when Britney speaks, JC glances over at her, his focus immediately returning to Justin as she bend down for a last kiss, her hands either side of Justin's head. The kiss is long, and JC pushes back jealousy when Britney looks over at him, smiling as she slides off Justin's body and stands.
Walking close, Britney touches JC arm, laughing as she pushes him toward the bed. “Keep him busy for me.”
It’s only steps to the bed. JC drops to his knees, his hands against the covers as he looks down at Justin who’s still staring up at him, smile lazy as he stretches, exposing his body beautifully, and JC’s all too aware he’s the audience of Justin’s show.
“I knew you’d stay,” Justin says, and confidence colours his tone, but JC knows him and can see the slight uncertainties, the way Justin’s tapping his fingers against the bed, a tight rhythm muffled in the expensive covers. It’s what stops JC from standing and leaving them to perform to an empty room.
“What’s she doing?” JC asks. He wants to look toward the bathroom, but can’t pull his gaze from Justin, curiosity about the rattles and the clink of metal pushed away by the need to watch, to feel. JC rests his hand against Justin’s side, touch tentative but needing to explore. Fanning out his fingers, his hand against Justin’s ribs, feeling each breath, each tiny movement through his own skin.
“Something I want.” Justin stretches his neck upward, pressing an upside down kiss against JC’s chin. “Something I wanted to try for the first time with you.”
About to ask what that is, JC’s attention is pulled to Britney who is standing in the bathroom doorway, one hand against the frame, pose perfect so they can see the strap on buckled around her hips and thighs, the leather straps harsh against her skin. The black dildo that juts out, hard and shining, obscene against the golden curves of her body.
Justin's focus leaves JC for a moment, conversing with Britney with smiles and shoulder hunches that JC can't interpret, leaving him feeling unsure as Britney loses the pose and Justin turns back to look into JC's eyes.
“Come here.”
Justin rests his hand against JC’s cheek, urging him closer. His hand feels warm, fingers smoothing across JC’s face, down over his jaw, and JC is transfixed by the intensity of Justin’s gaze, the damp gloss of his lips as he flicks out his tongue.
“You do….” JC gestures to Britney, who’s crawling onto the bed. “….that?”
“First time,” Justin says, and he looks over his shoulder at Britney, licking his lips again as he looks down her body, before turning so he’s lying on his front. “I wanted to, with you both.”
“But, you can’t just do it.”
“We’ve done research, and prepared.” Britney wiggles her fingers, and JC sees pink chipped nail varnish, and nails that have been cut down and smoothed. “We wanted things to be ready for you.”
JC looks at Britney, gaze lingering on her fingers as she carefully positions herself, kneeling as Justin pushes himself onto all fours.
“I’m ready,” Justin says, confident. JC leans in, heart racing as he sees Britney between Justin’s spread thighs, her fingers gleaming with gel.
The angle means JC can’t see when she pushes them into Justin, but he can hear the resulting moan, can see the way Justin’s eyes open slightly before he eases into the touch, and JC can’t resist any more, needing a kiss. He runs his tongue over Justin’s lips, a slick of touch as Justin moans into his mouth. Deepening the kiss, JC matches Britney’s rhythm, and Justin is caught between them, fucked with fingers and tongue.
“You got him?”
Ending the kiss, JC looks up the line of Justin’s back, nodding at Britney who’s resting her hands on Justin’s ass, her fingers slick as she breathes hard.
JC wants to see the slide of dildo into Justin’s ass. See it slowly press inside, but he stays still, feeling Justin’s gasp against his cheek, the sting of Justin’s nails against his shoulder, his whole body tense, muscles rigid. Only the sound of harsh breathing breaking the stillness of the moment moments as JC holds onto Justin, and tries to remember how to breathe.
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 12:05 am (UTC)Thank you!
I have to admit, I tend to always go for the Chris pairings, but the story seemed to call for JuC, Brit too.
And okay, I've admitted this once already. I was worried I'd suck and Chris does not get bad sex. Ever.
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:10 am (UTC)I'll agree. It just doesn't seem possible that he could do anything badly, IMO.
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:29 am (UTC)Um... and bad beta... 7th para from the end thing needs an 's'.
Me and my whip are dancing for you (and it hurts, but only sometimes ;o).
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:40 am (UTC)There was one place which tripped be up, where one moment Britney was riding Justin, and the next she was walking towards JC and pushing him towards the bed, and I was very confused because I was still expecting her to be with Justin. Also...hmm...I'd say on average, most strap-ons buckle around the hips, or hips and thighs, not waist, so that messed with my mental image for a moment.
I should load up my feeldoe icon :-)
JC wants to see the slide of dildo into Justin’s ass.
Yeah, me too!
{pokes the story}
Where's the rest of you hiding, damnit!
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:42 am (UTC)Though that missing s has made me think of Thing from the Adams Family joining in. Which does have possibilities *g*
Hee, dance away whip lady!
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:45 am (UTC)Thanks especially for pointing out the problems. The hips thing can be easily changed, and I'll have a quick think about adding something to that place that tripped you up.
Where's the rest of you hiding, damnit!
It's trapped in my brain right now. I'll have to take a chisel to it to get it out *g*
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Date: 2007-01-04 01:10 am (UTC)NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *washes brain* Although when Howie had that long straight hair he did look kind of Thing like...
And yay for
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Date: 2007-01-04 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 01:36 am (UTC)I love that people are secure enough to poke at my fic, especially if it makes things even better. I'm trying to think of a filler scene now. Then you can poke at it again *g*
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Date: 2007-01-04 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 01:44 am (UTC)I am doing nothing but dancing today!
Jeebus girl... what's the time in the UK? Shouldn't you be asleep? Not that I'm not very glad you're plotting porn instead.
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Date: 2007-01-04 01:45 am (UTC)Aww hun, you did a great job! I'm sure it was nerve-wrecking as hell while you were in the process of writing, but it turned out bueatifully!
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Date: 2007-01-04 01:51 am (UTC)But at least Britney is off Justin, and man, you don't want to know how long I've been pondering how to describe Britney getting up. I thought disconnect, but that sounds like some kind of electrical equipment. Pull apart, slide free. I need to know these things! Writing Britney Spears getting off Justin Timberlake's dick should not be so difficult!
And yeah, it is pretty late. Nearly 2 in fact. I'd better get off to bed.
Night, honey. *smooch*
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Date: 2007-01-04 01:53 am (UTC)With my strap on. Oh baby.
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Date: 2007-01-04 02:01 am (UTC)Sleep well *smooches you back*
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Date: 2007-01-04 02:30 am (UTC)That works great :-)
(And, hee! Disconnecting! You'll make Lamp jealous if you start disconnecting other things. You know Lamp loves the JuC.)
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Date: 2007-01-04 03:07 am (UTC)This was absolutely amazing!!!!!!!
I agree with everyone else: I'm looking forward to more!
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Date: 2007-01-04 03:09 am (UTC)This was hot. Guh, seriously. And go you, with your bad sex!writing self :)
*snugs*
Consider this: an icon with lava lamps and strap-on harnesses... *ducks and runs*
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:29 am (UTC)Terri-luv, methinks your porn is JUST FINE, yowza. I mean, hell, what you wrote was pretty much het, and it was still hot. Mmmmm.
I look forward to seeing where the rest of this challenge leads!!!
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Date: 2007-01-04 08:43 am (UTC)Hey - Chris and Lance are only allowed to hold hands?? I don't think so!
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:00 am (UTC)I didn't expect to see you comment!
Thank you so much!
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:01 am (UTC)It really was nerve-wrecking, but I like how it turned out.
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:03 am (UTC)It's something I know you could do wonderfully, and I can't wait!
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:04 am (UTC)I'm really kind of proud that it got recced.
Thank you so much for coming over here to tell me you liked it :)
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:06 am (UTC)That has to be one of the best ideas ever! You rock!
Okay, now I'm thinking about that...gah!
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:07 am (UTC)I was writing and suddenly realised that I was writing het sex. Which is something I never thought I'd do.
I have no idea what the next challenge will be. I may be scared! *g*
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:11 am (UTC)Justin and Britney totally thought up the situation. Which, like you said, JC knew. I figured he would have left if it wasn't for that uncertainty, which turned a performance into something real.
Hey - Chris and Lance are only allowed to hold hands?? I don't think so!
That's what I vowed. Nice and chaste, sitting on a bench maybe, fingers linked together *g*
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:38 am (UTC)No, no, no. That's Lancyn and Chrisfer. Lance and Chris do things that involve lube and sweat. Tut tut.
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:40 am (UTC)Something like this?
;)
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Date: 2007-01-04 10:41 am (UTC)Lube and sweat + trickfish = glee!
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Date: 2007-01-04 11:33 am (UTC)Very hot - I'm not much for Britney and Justin, but Justin and JC - lord, have mercy.
It's very good. Your descriptions paint a clear picture. I loved it.
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:46 pm (UTC)Okay, so which one are you uploading? *g* I'm thinking I like the first one (typoed as 'fist', *snerk*) one best...
*koff*
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Date: 2007-01-04 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 04:55 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-01-04 04:56 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed, thank you for telling me.
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Date: 2007-01-04 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 10:19 pm (UTC)I looooove writing sex scenes. Didn't I mention I was a pig?
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Date: 2007-01-05 12:07 pm (UTC)Um. Yeah. I think it's safe to say that was sexy. ;)
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Date: 2007-01-05 08:37 pm (UTC)I love you. I know I have to love you because this is the first time I have ever read anything that has a girl in any sort of sexual situation. Since I was 11 I told myself I would never read something with a woman in bed with a guy. I did today. and..
I'm so very happy that I did!!! I am so proud of you and your sexness writing!!! You sucked me right in. I was so curious as to what was going to happen...and it was so freaking hot. That last paragraph? OH MY GOD WOMAN! Are you serious? I could read that one paragraph all day long and drool every single time!
Judging from this...you shoudl never ever be afraid of writing sex. Actually, if you wrote it all the time I think I may live a fuller life! Much fuller. Yes. Mmm.
But okay! I will say I was really irked by Britney being it--but you definitely made it work! I am so very very very happy that I read this :D! I am so very very very happy that you wrote it! I can now add strap-on to kinks I have...and whenever I see any I'm going to think of Justin and JC and I love you for that. You are making me think of sparkly slash through lesbian toys! You are amazing.
This is amazing.
I can't wait to see what you do next :D
I love your writing like JC loves ugly clothes! *heart*
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Date: 2007-01-09 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-09 12:36 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-01-09 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-09 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-09 12:40 pm (UTC)I surprised myself writing the girl sex. Thing is, guys really have no use for a strap on. Not unless they're going for some double dick thing which really, is a bit pointless.
You are making me think of sparkly slash through lesbian toys!
YAY! I love that! I love you for all your wonderful comments. Thank you!
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Date: 2007-01-16 07:24 pm (UTC)and you're welcome!