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fellowshippers2002-09-05 10:59 pm
Scotch on the rocks, 9/12, Hugo/Craig, NC17
Title: Scotch on the rocks 9/12
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 9/12
Hugo's soft chuckle slowly transformed into a hearty laugh as he
watched his lover sleep blissfully, passed out on the bed.
//Good to know I still can make him cum so hard he swoons.//
The first time Craig had done that, Hugo had freaked out. He'd paced
about the house, fretting whether or not to call the paramedics.
He didn't *exactly* want to explain why his lover was passed out on
the dining room table. Craig had woken up a short while later, full
of energy, and they never made it past the coffee table in the living
room.
Pouring himself a glass of Scotch, Hugo leaned back against the
headboard, eyes tracing every curve of Craig's body, stopping for a
moment on his hips. Hugo loved the sight of Craig's hips. Narrow,
light indent about his pelvic bone, perfect for grabbing on to
whilst...
//Fuck. Do not go there. Or at least not until he wakes up.
Just...watch. Enjoy. Savour the moment. Memorize every detail of
the man you love.//
Grinning, Hugo listened to the voice and simply sipped his Scotch and
watched.
~~~~~~
//Circling.//
//Circling//
//Pulling downwards//
//Pulled back, back towards//
//Whiteness//
//Love//
Craig smiled as he felt himself sink back into his own body. Fuck
knows how he did that. He’d certainly never done it with any other of
his past lovers. Hugo was the only one. And only when he gave him
blowjobs too, not from sex, fucking left him invigorated, restless,
but Hugo sucking him off made him faint, body couldn't cope. It might
of course have something to do with the fact that he hardly breathed
during the last stages when Hugo wouldn't let him cum. the longer he
waited, the longer he was out of it for. He felt light and his toes
tingled as he settled back in. then opened his eyes, looking straight
into Hugo's laughing ones. Felt Hugo's hands touching lovingly over
clammy skin.
"Drink?" he asked lightly looking up sheepishly
~~~~~~
Hugo smirked as he pulled away his hand away from Craig's hip, and
reached above his head. Pulling a second glass perched precariously
on the headboard, he handed the drink to his now-conscious
lover, "you thought I'd forget?"
~~~~~~
Craig grinned sheepishly up at his lover, joy seeping over his
face. //He knows me so well// He grasped the drink and only raising
his head a little downed it, holding it up for a refill, then he slid
a little further down the bed, took the now re-filled glass, sipped,
savouring this time, and placed it gently on Hugo’s flat stomach,
resting it there. And started nibbling happily at Hugo's hipbone.
~~~~~~
Hugo giggled.
//Christ, did I just giggle? Bloody hell, I think I did. I must be
losing my mind.//
"Kee-riste!....Craig...stop...oooh....that fucking...tickles...."
Hugo gasped as he laughed till his sides ached.
~~~~~~
Craig laughed. God it felt good. Just to laugh, just to laugh here,
in bed with his lover. Home.
"Hey watch it, you'll spill my drinky! Naughty Huggie."
Craig burst out laughing at Hugo's face at the use of his Pet
nickname. Hugo always hated it, sad it made him sound 'cute' which
was exactly why Craig loved it so. He leaned in dipping his head down
to trace his tongue along the outside edge of Hugo's leg, from thigh
to heel, and back up the other side.
"Spill a drop and I'll make you pay!" He looked up at Hugo evil
sparks in his eyes. Hugo knew better than to argue with a rampantly
evil tickling Craig.
~~~~~~
//Huggie. Fuck, I sound like a cute little freaken two-year old at
his grandma's.//
"Promise?" Hugo returned, an equally evil twinkle in his eye, but he
left the glass where it lay, determined not to let a single drop
spill.
~~~~~~
"Ho yeah! Craigy pwomises." He replied inane smile plastered across
his face. He never could tell quite what sort of mood he would come
round in. Today seemed like happy-tickly-monkey version of Craig //hey I'm not complaining!//
He moved over to the other leg, just the tip of his tongue emerge
from between red lips which he then proceeded to tickle Hugo's ankle
with.
~~~~~~
"'Craigy pwomises,'" Hugo snorted, entertained by Craig's mood, "so
what exactly does demon child promise to do if Hugo spills a drop of
Scotch?" Hugo felt the tickle of Craig's tongue on his ankle,
shivering slightly but refusing to move an inch.
~~~~~~
Craig stopped ticking for a moment, sitting up, evil glint in his
eye. He leant forward on his hands and knees over Hugo's body,
stopping with his head just above the glass. He nipped his tongue out
over the rim of it, circling round and around it, rimming it with his
tongue tip.
~~~~~~
Tongue. Kee-riste that tongue.
Hugo felt is mouth go bone-dry as he watched Craig snake his tongue
over the rim of the glass. Licking his lips, trying to reapply
moisture, he could only stare at the tip of Craig's tongue.
~~~~~~
Craig knew full well what effect the sight of his tongue had on Hugo,
and decided to use it to his full advantage.
"That's what you get if you don't spill anything Huggie dear, if you
do however, I might just have to go and find some bitter cold ice to
put into my nice. Full. Glass. Nod if you understand me."
~~~~~~
Hugo emphatically shook his head, nearly tipping over the glass in
the process. Reigning himself in, he mustered everything he had to
control his body, control his reactions. Plastering a grim smile to
his face, he stated, "Bring. It. On."
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 9/12
Hugo's soft chuckle slowly transformed into a hearty laugh as he
watched his lover sleep blissfully, passed out on the bed.
//Good to know I still can make him cum so hard he swoons.//
The first time Craig had done that, Hugo had freaked out. He'd paced
about the house, fretting whether or not to call the paramedics.
He didn't *exactly* want to explain why his lover was passed out on
the dining room table. Craig had woken up a short while later, full
of energy, and they never made it past the coffee table in the living
room.
Pouring himself a glass of Scotch, Hugo leaned back against the
headboard, eyes tracing every curve of Craig's body, stopping for a
moment on his hips. Hugo loved the sight of Craig's hips. Narrow,
light indent about his pelvic bone, perfect for grabbing on to
whilst...
//Fuck. Do not go there. Or at least not until he wakes up.
Just...watch. Enjoy. Savour the moment. Memorize every detail of
the man you love.//
Grinning, Hugo listened to the voice and simply sipped his Scotch and
watched.
~~~~~~
//Circling.//
//Circling//
//Pulling downwards//
//Pulled back, back towards//
//Whiteness//
//Love//
Craig smiled as he felt himself sink back into his own body. Fuck
knows how he did that. He’d certainly never done it with any other of
his past lovers. Hugo was the only one. And only when he gave him
blowjobs too, not from sex, fucking left him invigorated, restless,
but Hugo sucking him off made him faint, body couldn't cope. It might
of course have something to do with the fact that he hardly breathed
during the last stages when Hugo wouldn't let him cum. the longer he
waited, the longer he was out of it for. He felt light and his toes
tingled as he settled back in. then opened his eyes, looking straight
into Hugo's laughing ones. Felt Hugo's hands touching lovingly over
clammy skin.
"Drink?" he asked lightly looking up sheepishly
~~~~~~
Hugo smirked as he pulled away his hand away from Craig's hip, and
reached above his head. Pulling a second glass perched precariously
on the headboard, he handed the drink to his now-conscious
lover, "you thought I'd forget?"
~~~~~~
Craig grinned sheepishly up at his lover, joy seeping over his
face. //He knows me so well// He grasped the drink and only raising
his head a little downed it, holding it up for a refill, then he slid
a little further down the bed, took the now re-filled glass, sipped,
savouring this time, and placed it gently on Hugo’s flat stomach,
resting it there. And started nibbling happily at Hugo's hipbone.
~~~~~~
Hugo giggled.
//Christ, did I just giggle? Bloody hell, I think I did. I must be
losing my mind.//
"Kee-riste!....Craig...stop...oooh....that fucking...tickles...."
Hugo gasped as he laughed till his sides ached.
~~~~~~
Craig laughed. God it felt good. Just to laugh, just to laugh here,
in bed with his lover. Home.
"Hey watch it, you'll spill my drinky! Naughty Huggie."
Craig burst out laughing at Hugo's face at the use of his Pet
nickname. Hugo always hated it, sad it made him sound 'cute' which
was exactly why Craig loved it so. He leaned in dipping his head down
to trace his tongue along the outside edge of Hugo's leg, from thigh
to heel, and back up the other side.
"Spill a drop and I'll make you pay!" He looked up at Hugo evil
sparks in his eyes. Hugo knew better than to argue with a rampantly
evil tickling Craig.
~~~~~~
//Huggie. Fuck, I sound like a cute little freaken two-year old at
his grandma's.//
"Promise?" Hugo returned, an equally evil twinkle in his eye, but he
left the glass where it lay, determined not to let a single drop
spill.
~~~~~~
"Ho yeah! Craigy pwomises." He replied inane smile plastered across
his face. He never could tell quite what sort of mood he would come
round in. Today seemed like happy-tickly-monkey version of Craig //hey I'm not complaining!//
He moved over to the other leg, just the tip of his tongue emerge
from between red lips which he then proceeded to tickle Hugo's ankle
with.
~~~~~~
"'Craigy pwomises,'" Hugo snorted, entertained by Craig's mood, "so
what exactly does demon child promise to do if Hugo spills a drop of
Scotch?" Hugo felt the tickle of Craig's tongue on his ankle,
shivering slightly but refusing to move an inch.
~~~~~~
Craig stopped ticking for a moment, sitting up, evil glint in his
eye. He leant forward on his hands and knees over Hugo's body,
stopping with his head just above the glass. He nipped his tongue out
over the rim of it, circling round and around it, rimming it with his
tongue tip.
~~~~~~
Tongue. Kee-riste that tongue.
Hugo felt is mouth go bone-dry as he watched Craig snake his tongue
over the rim of the glass. Licking his lips, trying to reapply
moisture, he could only stare at the tip of Craig's tongue.
~~~~~~
Craig knew full well what effect the sight of his tongue had on Hugo,
and decided to use it to his full advantage.
"That's what you get if you don't spill anything Huggie dear, if you
do however, I might just have to go and find some bitter cold ice to
put into my nice. Full. Glass. Nod if you understand me."
~~~~~~
Hugo emphatically shook his head, nearly tipping over the glass in
the process. Reigning himself in, he mustered everything he had to
control his body, control his reactions. Plastering a grim smile to
his face, he stated, "Bring. It. On."
tbc…
