003: Troubles in the sack

Oct 16, 2010 02:59

Well, now Alex was stuck in the mother of all awkward situations, as dictated by some unspoken rules of society and hunting. He was in his best friend's apartment again (after the Joe debacle...), kissing him on his couch rather languidly and hoping to God there was something underneath all that. His last relationship had been with the former Head ( Read more... )

my one and only, fun between the sheets

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j_salter_olsen October 16 2010, 07:10:37 UTC
Jeremy couldn't even remember how they'd gotten there. Not just into his apartment, but also on the couch and in the middle of a really hot make out session. Considering he'd never done anything with a guy before, he was surprised that he wasn't freaking out. Not only was he not freaking out, but he couldn't believe how good it all felt. He couldn't believe that he'd ever been scared of this. Alex had always made him feel safe, whether he knew it or not. It really shouldn't have been surprising that this was no different.

A short gasp escaped him as one of Alex's strong hands slid down his ribcage and he arched into it, pressing himself more firmly against his friend. He reached a hand up to slide around the back of Alex's neck and tried to pull him impossibly closer.

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brithunteralex October 16 2010, 07:25:21 UTC
The grip on his neck had been enough to make the hunter/doctor moan in that mouth he'd waited so long to explore. It was bloody amazing to feel Jeremy want him this badly. The heat was contagious, and addictive as he found his hands trailing upwards. Yes, his friend would always, always be safe. They had only begun seeing each other for a few days but dating's out of the question when you've been flirting for the last year and a half.

For a split second, however, Alex stopped, and broke the kiss to see his hands creeping up Olsen's shirt.

Oh, he could see where this was going.

They were teetering along that fragile line between second base and the fucking homerun or whatever Americans called it.

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j_salter_olsen October 16 2010, 17:01:20 UTC
It was just so intense. Jeremy didn't think he'd ever been so turned on by anyone in the whole world before. He'd denied himself for so long, wouldn't even allow himself to think of another man. Hell, he wouldn't even think of another anyone after Linda. Still, somehow he was relieved that Alex was his first with a man. He'd always been curious, but more than that, he'd always been scared. This simply wasn't the case with Cromwell ( ... )

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brithunteralex October 16 2010, 17:21:39 UTC
Fresh skin was being offered and Alex couldn't resist it. His long and lanky body crept up to Jeremy's throat and suckled it until he knew it would bruise. Yes, he was the object of the cardiologist's lust and affections and he was being blasphemous by giving him this much love...but he had to mark him.

"I wish I knew, love, so I could do it over and over again," he said in a desperate whisper against the skin under his lips. His own member was hard and the moment he made contact, a jolt went straight to his spine that lit his whole back on fire. Alex had patience but this? This was downright incredible. "At work, in a car...at the subway."

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j_salter_olsen October 17 2010, 18:43:45 UTC
Jeremy's eyes glazed over as he watched Alex undress. He couldn't remember ever being so turned on just by looking. Certainly no woman had ever produced such a response in him. His cock twitched and leaked slightly as more and more skin was revealed.

An almost embarrassingly loud moan escaped him when Cromwell kissed him. Both hands slid up and into Alex's hair, holding him in place as he was pushed back onto the mattress. At the first full press of skin against skin, Jeremy thought he might come undone. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful in all his life. The way hard muscle moved under skin, the strong hands that he knew could take what they wanted and the hard cock pressed into his hip were all foreign to him and yet incredibly hot. His body arched into every movement, every touch until he was panting and squirming almost uncontrollably.

In that moment, Alex could do almost anything he wanted to him.

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brithunteralex October 17 2010, 18:57:37 UTC
In his 43 years of life, Alex had never been so awash with lust like right now, as he blindly searched around for the bottle to prepare him. He didn't want to break the addicting liplock, just wanted more. It wasn't his first time, by far no, but this was a new experience; he never had a partner so willing and begging for him.

He managed to find the damn thing and lathered his hand to prepare Olsen. "'m sorry," he apologized, voice broken with excitement as the first intrusion took place.

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j_salter_olsen October 17 2010, 19:40:55 UTC
"For what?" Jeremy managed to say just as he felt Alex's index finger press at his opening and slip just the inside. His body tensed naturally and he whimpered at the burning sensation. The lube helped, he knew, but he was hard pressed to really see how.

Breaking the kiss, Jeremy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, knowing that he needed to relax himself if this was going to go any further. "S-slowly," he managed to stutter out as his body relaxed slightly. He shivered when he felt Alex's finger slip in to the first knuckle. He'd lost some of his erection due to the burning pain, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle and more than anything, he wasn't ready to give up.

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brithunteralex October 17 2010, 19:57:02 UTC
Alex let his friend breathe and calm down for the other two that followed. He went about it slowly; Jeremy was still a "virgin" at this and the reward would be worth the pain. His mouth was already latching onto the clavicle, leaving a bruise there as well. "Of course..."

Now satisfied with his work, the hunter aligned his hips, lubricated himself and carefully forced his way in. The sensation made him moan with every last part of him shocked into what would become pure pleasure. "You are amazing," he said in a raspy breath.

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