fellowshippers | Scotch on the rocks, 11/12, Hugo/Craig, NC17

Title: Scotch on the rocks 11/12
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 ‘*…*’

"A feather?" Hugo squeaked in disbelief, "you're going to make me cum
by using a *feather*?" Hugo laughed, as best he could without
spilling the scotch. "I thought this was going to be a challenge!
You probably could have gotten me just talking and breathing on me,
but a feather? Oh, please, by all means, go ahead and try Craig.
Try to make me cum."

~~~~~~

"Hmm, who said anything about just a feather? The feather just helps.
Helps to state the point." Craig laughed a little looking down at his
frustrated lover.

He knelt onto the bed, moving in close on hands and knees till he
stopped at Hugo's side. //Hmm, which bit to start with?//He pondered
gazing up and down his lover, who was gazing back at him just as
interested.

//God I love him//

//Oi! Stop getting distracted!//

Craig smiled as he stuck the feather lightly to the end of his
tongue, letting the saliva coat the tip, then he brought it down to
Hugo's hot skin, tracing it over his chest in random patterns, he
blew cold onto it, sucked the feather and started again, this time
running over the farthest away nipple as well, then a third time,
this time he started the feather trail from the lobe of one ear. He
sucked again thoughtfully, he was totally lost in this man, his face
stayed unreadable though, eyes darting around so Hugo wouldn't know
where he would start next. Which was why he jumped slightly as the
next feather trail started from his left ball sac, running down over
inner thigh, whilst at the same time Craig dived in and nipped hard
on the nearest nipple.

~~~~~~

Hugo had his doubts about the feather. No way would that work.

*Had* being the operative word.

His breath caught at the first cool touch of the saliva-soaked
feather. Tickling, teasing, the cool tip mocked Hugo's bold claims,
cold air icy-hot against his skin.

//Schite. This is going to be tougher than initially expected.//

Hugo anticipated and dreaded future feather trails. He took a deep
breath, trying to calm his singing nerves and figure out Craig's next
move.

//Aaaye!// Hugo's hips bucked before he remembered the glass perched
on his stomach, scotch sloshing near the rim. Settling the mindless
hips, he gasped as Craig tortured a nipple, drawing a slick line
along his inner thigh. Hugo's cock throbbed painfully, craving touch
and friction, but knew it was denied those luxuries.

Hugo knew he was not going to last long at this rate, he only hoped
he could keep the scotch from spilling.

~~~~~~

Craig pulled his head off roughly. Moved to his feet, stepped over
Hugo and knelt down again on the other side. First he pulled Hugo's
head over so he couldn't help but watch. Then he stuck out his tongue
and put the feather on the end making it wet again. He leant down and
trailed it around the almost spilled glass watching shivers under
skin.

The next trail went over legs, from one to other and back, using it
to push legs open, Craig got up and moved to between them, blowing cold over the
hot wet trail he'd just left. He made the feather's tip wet again
looking up to make sure Hugo was watching. He trailed the feather
first down one side of the stomach skin next to Hugo's neglected
cock, then down the other side totally ignoring the twitches it
resulted in. then he leant in, but instead of blowing cold he opened
his mouth and let hot air sink all over it.

~~~~~~

The sight of Craig's tongue was nearly his undoing. Hugo clenched
the sheets tighter, his body tense and twisting in an effort to
remain still, heels digging in the mattress for purchase.

//soclosesoclosesoclose//

His sides shook as muscles fought his control, demanding freedom to
move as they pleased. Hugo ignored the pleas, keeping his hips and
back firmly in place upon the mattress. Sweat dripped off his brow,
breaths coming in small panting gasps, his neck showing the strain.

//goingtocumgottastaystill...goingtocomegottastaystill//

Hot air was the catalyst as it flowed around Hugo's cock, enveloping
it in the warmth it desired. A low growl vibrated within Hugo's
chest, emerging as a wordless guttural cry as he felt his release
wash over him with harsh intensity. His head whipped forward, his
stomach muscles seizing as he came, cock pulsing and squeezing every
drop from his body, cum landing on his stomach, his chest, the
sheets.

Hugo's mind reminded him that the man he loved was watching him,
watching the shudders tearing through his body. Craig. The man he
loved. This thought intensified the slacking shudders, sending a
second orgasm close on the heels of the first. Hugo threw his head
back, harsh yells making his throat raw.

As the shudders slowly diminished to gentle shaking, breathing
returning to a semblance of normalcy, Hugo weakly lifted his head,
opening one eye enough to peer down at his stomach. Chuckling
richly, he watched the surface of the Scotch ripple gently with his
trembling body, glass and contents surviving Craig's onslaught.

~~~~~~
Craig watched his lover cum, he watched as his cock jumped even
though it had not been touched, he watched as Hugo's stomach cramped
up, trying so hard not to shake the glass on it, he watched as thick
juices pulsed from Hugo's cock, flying onto his stomach, onto his
chest, onto the edge of the glass. It seemed to still almost and then
started again, more shudders, more yells, more pulsing cock and cum,
more shaking and heavy breathing. He watched and waited, not
touching, just watching till shudders calmed and breathing stilled
and head came up and smile showed through as Hugo realised he'd done
it, he'd done what Craig had ordered. He'd cum without contact and
not spilt the drink. Craig watched as Hugo laughed, and then met his
eyes, and then stopped laughing quickly as he saw the look on Craig's
face, and he realised what had been said earlier, what reward he'd
get if he did as Craig said.

Craig watched as Hugo swallowed, face flushed and breaths quivering.

And then Craig moved, he put his hand out and took the glass from
Hugo's stomach, licking slightly at the place where Hugo's seed had
spilled on to it. He licked the glass then downed the drink, tongue
snaking out into glass to catch every drop and lick the inside of the
glass clean. He put his head back and swallowed it all down in one.

And then Craig moved, he pulled Hugo up, and then pushed him over
onto his hands and knees, cum still dropping from the places it had
landed and from the end of Hugo's dick. Hugo tried to collapse his
front down onto the bed but Craig was having none of that, he pulled
him up sharply, one hand under chest, one hand holding hips, and made
him stay where he was put. On hands and shaking knees.

And then Craig moved, leaned his head down, and one hand on each of
Hugo’s cheeks he pulled them apart roughly, he held them there as his
head travelled in, and not touching any other part of Hugo's body, no
warning, no opening up, he stuck his hot scotch covered tongue into
Hugo’s shuddering hole.
tbc…