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Scotch on the rocks, 10/12, Hugo/Craig, NC17
Title: Scotch on the rocks 10/12
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 ‘*…*’
Craig said nothing, just grinned some more.
First off a bit of gentle lapping at the skin under Hugo's hipbone,
then blowing on it, cold air over hot skin.
Then gentle nibbling down the inside of Hugo's left leg, then lifting
the leg slightly, licking the soles of his feet. And then nicking
slightly with teeth, each toe. Making Hugo squirm with delight.
~~~~~~
Hugo wished he had consumed more of his Scotch. Dull the sensations
a little. Make them bearable. The touch of Craig's lips and teeth
were going to slowly drive him insane, the combination shooting tiny
sparks along his nerves, collecting and amplifying as they raced
along his body until he swore his hair tingled.
Christ, Craig was only at his toes.
He was never going to make it.
~~~~~~~
Craig looked up from the ministrations of Hugo's toes, giggling at
the sight of his lover trying not to laugh, trying not to breath as he
balanced the glass on his stomach. Craig let go of the leg, letting
it fall onto the bed, and trailed his hands over both legs, from
ankles to thigh, completely avoiding Hugo's cock. He pushed open the
legs and ran light fingers over sensitive skin on the inside of
Hugo's thighs, then under knees, then back up rubbing over the skin
on the join of thigh and belly.
~~~~~~
"Fuck me," Hugo cursed softly, as the teasing hands turned into
demonic torture devices, touching...touching everywhere yet nowhere. Shivers shook Hugo, who was growing more light-headed with
each light gasp of air, fearing a deep breath would up-end the
delicately balanced glass.
"You. Are. Evil."
~~~~~~
"Hey! I learnt from the best Huggie!" Craig grinned wickedly at Hugo,
he noticed his face was red and strain lines were showing on his
forehead.
~~~~~~
"Forget everything I taught you then, I was completely wrong when
giving instructions," Hugo groaned, throwing his head back against
the pillows.
~~~~~~
He leant in, breathing heavily onto Hugo's lifting cock, he nipped
gently on each side of it, on each hip bone, then licked, then blew
cold, then he opened his mouth fully and turning his head sideways
breathed heavily over Hugo's cock.
~~~~~~
"Bloody hell!" Hugo swore, hands tearing the sheets as he resisted
the urge to locate Craig's mouth, hands, feet, arse, anything, and
pound away wildly until he came. He drew up his knees slightly,
trying anything to relieve the pressure building inside. He refused
to beg, however. No matter what Craig did, he would not beg. That
was all part of the game, and he was not going to let Craig win.
~~~~~~
Craig laughed inside at how much he was affecting the other man. Hugo
was arching from the bed, trying to keep his stomach flat though,
hands lost in fistfuls of bedsheet, clawing, trying not to lose it,
trying to keep control, trying...
~~~~~~
Hugo was competitive to a fault.
"I swear to god, if you touch me now, I will cum. If I cum, I will
surely spill this Scotch. Not only would the waste of good Scotch
sadden me, but I would miss your _tongue_. And then, I would be
forced to seek my revenge in a manner many times worse as this.
*Therefore*, you should desist in your taunts immediately, for your
own sake," Hugo rambled in one breath, voice strained as he attempted
self-control.
~~~~~~~
Craig stopped moving while the words spilled hurriedly from Hugo's
mouth. He finished talking and Craig just stared at him, stared
through low lidded eyes, He knew Hugo was not far from going over,
too close to the edge. He kneeled up, pushing Hugo's knees together
with his own, leaving his legs one on either side. Then he dropped
down onto his hands, arching his back so as to not touch the glass.
He crawled up Hugo's body, breathing stilled, calm, collected. He
stopped when his face was directly above Hugo's. He stared down, face
not showing any emotion.
"You are going to cum Hugo. Whether you like it or not, you are going
to cum and I'm not going to touch your dick. But you're going to cum
anyway. And after you've come, whilst you’re still twitching from after
shocks I'm going to flip you over onto your hands and knees. And if
you've been good and not spilt my drink I'm going to down it in one,
then I'm going to take my tongue and rim you, Hugo. I'm going to lick
over your hole, round and round till you get dizzy and your whole
world spins. And if you have been a naughty boy and spilt my drink
I'll order you to stay still whilst I go and get some ice cubes, and
I'll take those ice cubes, Hugo, and I'll pop them one by one inside
you... So it's your choice, Hugo, which way you go. But whichever way
you go, you are going to cum. And don't you forget it."
~~~~~~
In response to Craig's promise, nearly all blood rushed from Hugo's
head and straight into his groin where it pulsed wildly. The rest
stayed behind to colour his cheeks, turned on by just the thought of
what Craig was going to do to him, and slightly embarrassed as he
realized he was contemplating spilling the scotch *just* to see if
Craig was serious. Licking dry lips with a nervous tongue, he
searched the face devoid of emotion for *something* which would give
him insight.
//Fuck. I know demonboy would do it. So I can't move. At all.//
~~~~~~
He stopped talking watching emotions pass over Hugo's face. He pulled
away, re-tracing his path back down Hugo's body, and carried on till
he got to the end of the bed, he stood up and went over to a cabinet,
opened a drawer took something from it, and hiding it behind his
back, he went back over to the bed, hardly taking his eyes off Hugo's
face.
~~~~~~
Hugo lay still, breath hitching, trying to figure out Craig was up
to. No good, that was for certain, but what kind of no good? He
watched as his lover pulled out a box. So he wasn't going to touch
him, but was getting something else to touch with? Hugo mind
considered everything from a Dirk Digler-sized dildo to Gandalf's
pointy hat.
~~~~~~
Craig stood by the side of the bed, gazing down at his lover and
brought out from behind his back what he'd got from the drawer.
A feather.
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 ‘*…*’
Craig said nothing, just grinned some more.
First off a bit of gentle lapping at the skin under Hugo's hipbone,
then blowing on it, cold air over hot skin.
Then gentle nibbling down the inside of Hugo's left leg, then lifting
the leg slightly, licking the soles of his feet. And then nicking
slightly with teeth, each toe. Making Hugo squirm with delight.
~~~~~~
Hugo wished he had consumed more of his Scotch. Dull the sensations
a little. Make them bearable. The touch of Craig's lips and teeth
were going to slowly drive him insane, the combination shooting tiny
sparks along his nerves, collecting and amplifying as they raced
along his body until he swore his hair tingled.
Christ, Craig was only at his toes.
He was never going to make it.
~~~~~~~
Craig looked up from the ministrations of Hugo's toes, giggling at
the sight of his lover trying not to laugh, trying not to breath as he
balanced the glass on his stomach. Craig let go of the leg, letting
it fall onto the bed, and trailed his hands over both legs, from
ankles to thigh, completely avoiding Hugo's cock. He pushed open the
legs and ran light fingers over sensitive skin on the inside of
Hugo's thighs, then under knees, then back up rubbing over the skin
on the join of thigh and belly.
~~~~~~
"Fuck me," Hugo cursed softly, as the teasing hands turned into
demonic torture devices, touching...touching everywhere yet nowhere. Shivers shook Hugo, who was growing more light-headed with
each light gasp of air, fearing a deep breath would up-end the
delicately balanced glass.
"You. Are. Evil."
~~~~~~
"Hey! I learnt from the best Huggie!" Craig grinned wickedly at Hugo,
he noticed his face was red and strain lines were showing on his
forehead.
~~~~~~
"Forget everything I taught you then, I was completely wrong when
giving instructions," Hugo groaned, throwing his head back against
the pillows.
~~~~~~
He leant in, breathing heavily onto Hugo's lifting cock, he nipped
gently on each side of it, on each hip bone, then licked, then blew
cold, then he opened his mouth fully and turning his head sideways
breathed heavily over Hugo's cock.
~~~~~~
"Bloody hell!" Hugo swore, hands tearing the sheets as he resisted
the urge to locate Craig's mouth, hands, feet, arse, anything, and
pound away wildly until he came. He drew up his knees slightly,
trying anything to relieve the pressure building inside. He refused
to beg, however. No matter what Craig did, he would not beg. That
was all part of the game, and he was not going to let Craig win.
~~~~~~
Craig laughed inside at how much he was affecting the other man. Hugo
was arching from the bed, trying to keep his stomach flat though,
hands lost in fistfuls of bedsheet, clawing, trying not to lose it,
trying to keep control, trying...
~~~~~~
Hugo was competitive to a fault.
"I swear to god, if you touch me now, I will cum. If I cum, I will
surely spill this Scotch. Not only would the waste of good Scotch
sadden me, but I would miss your _tongue_. And then, I would be
forced to seek my revenge in a manner many times worse as this.
*Therefore*, you should desist in your taunts immediately, for your
own sake," Hugo rambled in one breath, voice strained as he attempted
self-control.
~~~~~~~
Craig stopped moving while the words spilled hurriedly from Hugo's
mouth. He finished talking and Craig just stared at him, stared
through low lidded eyes, He knew Hugo was not far from going over,
too close to the edge. He kneeled up, pushing Hugo's knees together
with his own, leaving his legs one on either side. Then he dropped
down onto his hands, arching his back so as to not touch the glass.
He crawled up Hugo's body, breathing stilled, calm, collected. He
stopped when his face was directly above Hugo's. He stared down, face
not showing any emotion.
"You are going to cum Hugo. Whether you like it or not, you are going
to cum and I'm not going to touch your dick. But you're going to cum
anyway. And after you've come, whilst you’re still twitching from after
shocks I'm going to flip you over onto your hands and knees. And if
you've been good and not spilt my drink I'm going to down it in one,
then I'm going to take my tongue and rim you, Hugo. I'm going to lick
over your hole, round and round till you get dizzy and your whole
world spins. And if you have been a naughty boy and spilt my drink
I'll order you to stay still whilst I go and get some ice cubes, and
I'll take those ice cubes, Hugo, and I'll pop them one by one inside
you... So it's your choice, Hugo, which way you go. But whichever way
you go, you are going to cum. And don't you forget it."
~~~~~~
In response to Craig's promise, nearly all blood rushed from Hugo's
head and straight into his groin where it pulsed wildly. The rest
stayed behind to colour his cheeks, turned on by just the thought of
what Craig was going to do to him, and slightly embarrassed as he
realized he was contemplating spilling the scotch *just* to see if
Craig was serious. Licking dry lips with a nervous tongue, he
searched the face devoid of emotion for *something* which would give
him insight.
//Fuck. I know demonboy would do it. So I can't move. At all.//
~~~~~~
He stopped talking watching emotions pass over Hugo's face. He pulled
away, re-tracing his path back down Hugo's body, and carried on till
he got to the end of the bed, he stood up and went over to a cabinet,
opened a drawer took something from it, and hiding it behind his
back, he went back over to the bed, hardly taking his eyes off Hugo's
face.
~~~~~~
Hugo lay still, breath hitching, trying to figure out Craig was up
to. No good, that was for certain, but what kind of no good? He
watched as his lover pulled out a box. So he wasn't going to touch
him, but was getting something else to touch with? Hugo mind
considered everything from a Dirk Digler-sized dildo to Gandalf's
pointy hat.
~~~~~~
Craig stood by the side of the bed, gazing down at his lover and
brought out from behind his back what he'd got from the drawer.
A feather.
tbc…