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Scotch on the rocks, 6/?, Hugo/Craig, NC17
Title: Scotch on the rocks 6/?
Author: Nixxie + OneSarcasticChick
Pairing: Hugo/Craig
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + onesarcasticchick@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Not ours…we just took them out for a quick play. But now we don’t want to put them back into the box and might play some more.
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people. Also hints of blood-letting.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Hugo belongs to Jo and Craig belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’
Scotch on the rocks 6/?
Hugo paused only briefly before making up his mind. He had seen
Craig's eyes, had seen the truth. He needed no more convincing.
"I want this," he said as he walked the few steps towards Craig, "I
want you..."
He stretched his hands to Craig's face, holding while he dropped a
feather light kiss upon his lover's lips. "I want you..." Hugo
repeated, looking up at Craig with passion-filled eyes, "...I need
you to make love to me."
~~~~~~
Craig's heart jumped into his throat, tension left him and relief
flooded through his body, his arms felt light and tingly.
"Yes." He sighed kissing Hugo very lightly on his jaw line "Yes."
Again, a kiss on his cheek. "Yes." His earlobe. "Yes," licking
lightly over the ear tip.
Craig was glad he had the doorframe to lean back onto. He pulled Hugo
very tenderly towards him, felt his groin stir at the
contact. "Yes." This time his kiss landed on Hugo's lips, his hands
pattering down his spine. "Yes." Hands cupped his cheeks,
kneading slightly, the kiss deepening.
~~~~~~
//He really loves me. He truly loves me.//
Each 'yes' shot through his body with lust-tinged passion, sending shivers down
Hugo's spine until even his ears were trembling with desire. He
leaned fully into Craig, every inch of his body demanding a taste.
The kisses...
God, Craig had kissed him before, but never like this. Never with
such devotion, such love...
Raining like fire, the velvet lips singed Hugo's skin.
Christ, he burned.
He poured himself into the kiss, tasting, devouring, consuming
Craig. He needed, so very intensely.
~~~~~~
Love. Crag wanted to show Hugo all of his love…just as soon as he
could tear his tongue away from the delicious skin. He tasted so
fucking good, His skin tasted unique, indescribable. It reminded
Craig of summer days, hot nights on the beach. He licked trails up
and down Hugo's neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking, searing.
He oh-so-lightly pushed Hugo away, tucked his fingers under Hugo's
collar and pulled him lightly over to the side of the bed, reaching
down and taking the bottle from Hugo's grip and depositing it on the
nightstand.
He turned back to Hugo, love flooding over him at the sight. He put
his arms on Hugo, lightly passing over his shirt till his palms
rested on Hugo's heaving chest. Then he started undoing the shirt
buttons.
~~~~~~
Hugo watched forlornly as Craig remove the beloved Scotch from his
hands and deposited the bottle on the nightstand. Twasn't fair,
separating the two of them. They belonged together, Hugo and the
Scotch and....
Craig.
His knees nearly buckled as Craig began undoing his shirt buttons,
attention diverted as his mind decided immediately whom it favoured.
One. By. One.
Hugo felt the button's undo one by one, a slow, maddening pace which
left him dizzy with desire. Each button carefully slid out of its
buttonhole like it were made of thin glass. Dancing hands paused
briefly before trailing delicately to the next.
Hugo really did not think it was fair the buttons were receiving all
the attention.
~~~~~~
Buttons! Who the hell invented buttons! Keeping him from so much
skin. Fucking things! //The last one hurrah!...Aaah// His thoughts
stopped as he smoothed the cotton back from Hugo's shoulders. Skin.
Hugo skin. Un-licked skin! //Can't be having that now can I?// He
leant forward, neck bowed, ducking his head down to brush his cheek
against Hugo's chest, then he snaked his tongue out, laving a path
from belly button to chin, tasting as much of Hugo as it could.
//God I missed this! How could I miss someone’s taste? But I did. And
now. Now it's all mine. God I only hope I can keep it this time//
~~~~~~
Hugo nearly rejoiced as the last button slid out of place.
//Touch. Need touch and Craig and oooh...//
Christ. That tongue.
Hugo sorely missed that tongue.
His chest heaved as his breathing grew more laboured, his heart racing
wildly in his ears. All he could sense was Craig's tongue, caressing
him from belly button to chin, lavishing fire on every inch of his
body.
Hugo's lips and fingers itched with the urge to touch, to feel, to
taste. Reaching forward, careful not to divert Craig's attention, he
tugged at Craig's shirt.
~~~~~~
Craig licked a path over Hugo's chest to find a pink nipple, pointing
slightly in excitement. Craig drew it into his mouth, alternately
sucking and pushing his tongue over it making it erect, then pulling
away and using the flat of his tongue pushing it into Hugo's chest,
making it soft again. He repeated this seven or eight times, pulling
groans and shivers from Hugo in response. Then he started the same
process on the other nipple. Teasing, pulling, flattening.
He noticed with amusement that Hugo was trying to pull the shirt out
of his slacks, fumbling slightly. Craig just responded by pushing
a finger lightly under the edge of Hugo's pants top and trailing it
left and right.
~~~~~~
Hugo tried to remove Craig's shirt. He really did. He couldn't seem
to convey thought to fingertips. He fumbled, grasping for the cloth
with clumsy fingers, trying his hardest to focus and ignore Craig's
tongue. God, his tongue.
"Craig...need.... can’t...." he stumbled, words starting and stopping
like a bad mobile phone connection.
Flailing fingers finally grabbed ahold of cloth. He was tugging
upwards when his fingers simply let go, his hands throwing themselves
to Craig's waist in an effort to keep himself upright. Craig's
finger tickled and teased as it ran under the edge of Hugo's
waistband, erasing any thought Hugo may have held.
"God...Craig..."
~~~~~~
"Please Hugo, Let me. Let me take care of you." Craig's heart filled
as his kisses trailed over hot sweaty skin. He reached down with his
hands to pull Hugo's arms from his waist. He placed his lips over
Hugo's, a fiery hot intense kiss, his tongue lapping over Hugo's,
pulling it into his mouth, sucking on it. He backed Hugo towards the bed, both pairs of feet stumbling as they felt their way, pushing Hugo tenderly onto the end of the bed, sitting him
down. He stood up, trying to clear his head a bit. His trousers were
way too tight, his erection pulsing, trapped. He had to ignore it for
a while, though. More important things to do…to Hugo.
He stood in front of Hugo and brought his hands up to his own chest level so the palms faced up,
scars down the bare arms on show. He noticed some were newer than he
remembered, but this was not the time for that. He looked Hugo
directly in the eyes, not allowing the other man any escape.
~~~~~~
Hugo tensed, ready to pull his arms back. He knew Craig loved him,
accepted him for all his faults and quirks, but this...he was still
ashamed. Ashamed of the old, ashamed of the new. To
hear, listen, and look was one thing, but to admit the weakness
behind the scars, the emptiness, the despair, the pain and fear...that was another.
~~~~~~
Then Craig leant his head down. And kissed every scar, new or old, some
faded, mere hints. Some still tender, bright. His lips sealed every
one, up one arm and down the next, then he pulled each finger into
his mouth, running the tip of his tongue over knuckles and prints.
~~~~~~
He shivered, nearly weeping as Craig lovingly attended the twisted
tracks forever etched upon his arms. More love and compassion than
erotic, the kisses melted the last icy shards surrounding his heart.
~~~~~~
Once Craig thought Hugo's arms had received enough attention he turned
his thoughts, and kisses, to other scars. He knew where they all
were, mapped them out in his head years ago. He knelt up between
Hugo's thighs, he kissed a scar just on the join of Hugo's left arm
and torso, one just on his collar bone, one just above his navel, and
one under. He looked up into Hugo's eyes, he could feel the man's
resistance cracking, melting, eyes cloudy and large.
He knelt down and undid laces and pulled Hugo's shoes off, followed
by socks, knelt back up and played his fingers up Hugo's thighs,
getting muscle shivers in return. Craig undid his lover’s slacks, pulling his
hips up and sliding them off, leaving them on the floor. Naked Hugo.
He leant in again, opened Hugo's legs slightly, tracing a path on
skin at the join of thigh and stomach on Hugo's left side. More scars,
lower down. These were the worst. Here there were arteries close to
the surface. Here when you cut, you get pools, not trickles. Craig
ran his tongue over and over them, then butterfly light kisses
followed.
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + OneSarcasticChick
Pairing: Hugo/Craig
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + onesarcasticchick@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: Not ours…we just took them out for a quick play. But now we don’t want to put them back into the box and might play some more.
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people. Also hints of blood-letting.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Hugo belongs to Jo and Craig belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’
Scotch on the rocks 6/?
Hugo paused only briefly before making up his mind. He had seen
Craig's eyes, had seen the truth. He needed no more convincing.
"I want this," he said as he walked the few steps towards Craig, "I
want you..."
He stretched his hands to Craig's face, holding while he dropped a
feather light kiss upon his lover's lips. "I want you..." Hugo
repeated, looking up at Craig with passion-filled eyes, "...I need
you to make love to me."
~~~~~~
Craig's heart jumped into his throat, tension left him and relief
flooded through his body, his arms felt light and tingly.
"Yes." He sighed kissing Hugo very lightly on his jaw line "Yes."
Again, a kiss on his cheek. "Yes." His earlobe. "Yes," licking
lightly over the ear tip.
Craig was glad he had the doorframe to lean back onto. He pulled Hugo
very tenderly towards him, felt his groin stir at the
contact. "Yes." This time his kiss landed on Hugo's lips, his hands
pattering down his spine. "Yes." Hands cupped his cheeks,
kneading slightly, the kiss deepening.
~~~~~~
//He really loves me. He truly loves me.//
Each 'yes' shot through his body with lust-tinged passion, sending shivers down
Hugo's spine until even his ears were trembling with desire. He
leaned fully into Craig, every inch of his body demanding a taste.
The kisses...
God, Craig had kissed him before, but never like this. Never with
such devotion, such love...
Raining like fire, the velvet lips singed Hugo's skin.
Christ, he burned.
He poured himself into the kiss, tasting, devouring, consuming
Craig. He needed, so very intensely.
~~~~~~
Love. Crag wanted to show Hugo all of his love…just as soon as he
could tear his tongue away from the delicious skin. He tasted so
fucking good, His skin tasted unique, indescribable. It reminded
Craig of summer days, hot nights on the beach. He licked trails up
and down Hugo's neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking, searing.
He oh-so-lightly pushed Hugo away, tucked his fingers under Hugo's
collar and pulled him lightly over to the side of the bed, reaching
down and taking the bottle from Hugo's grip and depositing it on the
nightstand.
He turned back to Hugo, love flooding over him at the sight. He put
his arms on Hugo, lightly passing over his shirt till his palms
rested on Hugo's heaving chest. Then he started undoing the shirt
buttons.
~~~~~~
Hugo watched forlornly as Craig remove the beloved Scotch from his
hands and deposited the bottle on the nightstand. Twasn't fair,
separating the two of them. They belonged together, Hugo and the
Scotch and....
Craig.
His knees nearly buckled as Craig began undoing his shirt buttons,
attention diverted as his mind decided immediately whom it favoured.
One. By. One.
Hugo felt the button's undo one by one, a slow, maddening pace which
left him dizzy with desire. Each button carefully slid out of its
buttonhole like it were made of thin glass. Dancing hands paused
briefly before trailing delicately to the next.
Hugo really did not think it was fair the buttons were receiving all
the attention.
~~~~~~
Buttons! Who the hell invented buttons! Keeping him from so much
skin. Fucking things! //The last one hurrah!...Aaah// His thoughts
stopped as he smoothed the cotton back from Hugo's shoulders. Skin.
Hugo skin. Un-licked skin! //Can't be having that now can I?// He
leant forward, neck bowed, ducking his head down to brush his cheek
against Hugo's chest, then he snaked his tongue out, laving a path
from belly button to chin, tasting as much of Hugo as it could.
//God I missed this! How could I miss someone’s taste? But I did. And
now. Now it's all mine. God I only hope I can keep it this time//
~~~~~~
Hugo nearly rejoiced as the last button slid out of place.
//Touch. Need touch and Craig and oooh...//
Christ. That tongue.
Hugo sorely missed that tongue.
His chest heaved as his breathing grew more laboured, his heart racing
wildly in his ears. All he could sense was Craig's tongue, caressing
him from belly button to chin, lavishing fire on every inch of his
body.
Hugo's lips and fingers itched with the urge to touch, to feel, to
taste. Reaching forward, careful not to divert Craig's attention, he
tugged at Craig's shirt.
~~~~~~
Craig licked a path over Hugo's chest to find a pink nipple, pointing
slightly in excitement. Craig drew it into his mouth, alternately
sucking and pushing his tongue over it making it erect, then pulling
away and using the flat of his tongue pushing it into Hugo's chest,
making it soft again. He repeated this seven or eight times, pulling
groans and shivers from Hugo in response. Then he started the same
process on the other nipple. Teasing, pulling, flattening.
He noticed with amusement that Hugo was trying to pull the shirt out
of his slacks, fumbling slightly. Craig just responded by pushing
a finger lightly under the edge of Hugo's pants top and trailing it
left and right.
~~~~~~
Hugo tried to remove Craig's shirt. He really did. He couldn't seem
to convey thought to fingertips. He fumbled, grasping for the cloth
with clumsy fingers, trying his hardest to focus and ignore Craig's
tongue. God, his tongue.
"Craig...need.... can’t...." he stumbled, words starting and stopping
like a bad mobile phone connection.
Flailing fingers finally grabbed ahold of cloth. He was tugging
upwards when his fingers simply let go, his hands throwing themselves
to Craig's waist in an effort to keep himself upright. Craig's
finger tickled and teased as it ran under the edge of Hugo's
waistband, erasing any thought Hugo may have held.
"God...Craig..."
~~~~~~
"Please Hugo, Let me. Let me take care of you." Craig's heart filled
as his kisses trailed over hot sweaty skin. He reached down with his
hands to pull Hugo's arms from his waist. He placed his lips over
Hugo's, a fiery hot intense kiss, his tongue lapping over Hugo's,
pulling it into his mouth, sucking on it. He backed Hugo towards the bed, both pairs of feet stumbling as they felt their way, pushing Hugo tenderly onto the end of the bed, sitting him
down. He stood up, trying to clear his head a bit. His trousers were
way too tight, his erection pulsing, trapped. He had to ignore it for
a while, though. More important things to do…to Hugo.
He stood in front of Hugo and brought his hands up to his own chest level so the palms faced up,
scars down the bare arms on show. He noticed some were newer than he
remembered, but this was not the time for that. He looked Hugo
directly in the eyes, not allowing the other man any escape.
~~~~~~
Hugo tensed, ready to pull his arms back. He knew Craig loved him,
accepted him for all his faults and quirks, but this...he was still
ashamed. Ashamed of the old, ashamed of the new. To
hear, listen, and look was one thing, but to admit the weakness
behind the scars, the emptiness, the despair, the pain and fear...that was another.
~~~~~~
Then Craig leant his head down. And kissed every scar, new or old, some
faded, mere hints. Some still tender, bright. His lips sealed every
one, up one arm and down the next, then he pulled each finger into
his mouth, running the tip of his tongue over knuckles and prints.
~~~~~~
He shivered, nearly weeping as Craig lovingly attended the twisted
tracks forever etched upon his arms. More love and compassion than
erotic, the kisses melted the last icy shards surrounding his heart.
~~~~~~
Once Craig thought Hugo's arms had received enough attention he turned
his thoughts, and kisses, to other scars. He knew where they all
were, mapped them out in his head years ago. He knelt up between
Hugo's thighs, he kissed a scar just on the join of Hugo's left arm
and torso, one just on his collar bone, one just above his navel, and
one under. He looked up into Hugo's eyes, he could feel the man's
resistance cracking, melting, eyes cloudy and large.
He knelt down and undid laces and pulled Hugo's shoes off, followed
by socks, knelt back up and played his fingers up Hugo's thighs,
getting muscle shivers in return. Craig undid his lover’s slacks, pulling his
hips up and sliding them off, leaving them on the floor. Naked Hugo.
He leant in again, opened Hugo's legs slightly, tracing a path on
skin at the join of thigh and stomach on Hugo's left side. More scars,
lower down. These were the worst. Here there were arteries close to
the surface. Here when you cut, you get pools, not trickles. Craig
ran his tongue over and over them, then butterfly light kisses
followed.
tbc…