Someone needs to stop me writing things.
More writings. Oh God.
Title: Men and Their Motorcycles
Rating: Is anything I write SFW? Really? [Answer = NO]
Pairing: Sturgis/Texas.
Other crap: If I do what I have an idea to do/plan to do, this will have...two or three more parts. Oh God.
Roslyn peeked through the door from the kitchen into the garage in time to see her father's back form a graceful arch between his head and hips, supported by a Harley motorcycle. Bare skin glistened with sweat, threatening to make him slip. His head rested on the speedometer, one hand gripping onto a handle bar while the other grappled for purchase against the mechanics under him. His legs were splayed; one foot was planted firmly on the concrete ground.
The other leg was wrapped around the man between his legs- Sturgis, just as naked as Texas, thrusting hard into the man laid out on his motorcycle. His hands gripped Texas' hips and kept him close, letting him use his legs to brace the motorcycle and keep it upright.
The whole sight was surreal, and, in a way, transfixing. Sturgis' smirk, her father writhing, the way they moved together, hips giving and taking in a primal rhythm...
"Goddamn, Sturgis-" Texas gasped between moans; Roslyn finally blinked. "Take it easy-"
That just seemed to be met with an even harder thrust. "No."
Sturgis' smirk grew even more when Texas bit back what surely would have been a nice, loud yell. He took up that harder thrust and repeated it, moving faster.
"Come on, Tex, tell me how much you want it!"
Texas' reply was a grunt, and he tossed his head to look to the side. Roslyn jumped, closing the door almost to, giving herself just enough room to see between the door and frame.
"Why you so shy all of a sudden? Come on~"
Another almost violent thrust finally forced Texas' mouth open, letting a shout of Sturgis' name echo through the garage and in Roslyn's ears. The state's hips moved almost frantically, trying to keep up with the younger man ramming into him.
"I want you- Sturgis! Goddamn, more- Sturgis, Sturgis-!" Pleas and moans spilled from Texas after the first, like a cork unstopping the flow of wine from a bottle.
Sturgis was more than happy to drink that wine. He yanked Texas' hips up, closer to him, to thrust in deeper, and Texas nearly screamed. He threw his head back, letting his body arch at the pleasure of Sturgis hitting that spot inside him with such ferocity.
Roslyn's mouth fell open when she watched Texas' body make it's final, most perfect arch. For a barely a moment, he was still, just trembling, until he came, shooting streams of come into his stomach and chest. Another moment, and he collapsed back onto the motorcycle, shaking still as Sturgis barked a victorious laugh, and seemed to redouble his efforts in taking the man under him.
When Sturgis' body arched, Roslyn finally tore her eyes away, shut the door, and beat a quick retreat into Hammerspace. Somewhere, anywhere but there.
***
Sturgis laid down on Texas, using the state's chest as a pillow. They both were breathing heavily, flushed, and were undeniably utterly satisfied. Sturgis grinned.
"We could have done that in your room. I don't know why you kept going on about keeping her in a garage."
Texas' palm slapped lightly against his forehead as he sighed.
Title: Men and Their Motorcycles
Rating: Is anything I write SFW? Really? [Answer = NO]
Pairing: Sturgis/Texas.
Other crap: If I do what I have an idea to do/plan to do, this will have...two or three more parts. Oh God.
Roslyn peeked through the door from the kitchen into the garage in time to see her father's back form a graceful arch between his head and hips, supported by a Harley motorcycle. Bare skin glistened with sweat, threatening to make him slip. His head rested on the speedometer, one hand gripping onto a handle bar while the other grappled for purchase against the mechanics under him. His legs were splayed; one foot was planted firmly on the concrete ground.
The other leg was wrapped around the man between his legs- Sturgis, just as naked as Texas, thrusting hard into the man laid out on his motorcycle. His hands gripped Texas' hips and kept him close, letting him use his legs to brace the motorcycle and keep it upright.
The whole sight was surreal, and, in a way, transfixing. Sturgis' smirk, her father writhing, the way they moved together, hips giving and taking in a primal rhythm...
"Goddamn, Sturgis-" Texas gasped between moans; Roslyn finally blinked. "Take it easy-"
That just seemed to be met with an even harder thrust. "No."
Sturgis' smirk grew even more when Texas bit back what surely would have been a nice, loud yell. He took up that harder thrust and repeated it, moving faster.
"Come on, Tex, tell me how much you want it!"
Texas' reply was a grunt, and he tossed his head to look to the side. Roslyn jumped, closing the door almost to, giving herself just enough room to see between the door and frame.
"Why you so shy all of a sudden? Come on~"
Another almost violent thrust finally forced Texas' mouth open, letting a shout of Sturgis' name echo through the garage and in Roslyn's ears. The state's hips moved almost frantically, trying to keep up with the younger man ramming into him.
"I want you- Sturgis! Goddamn, more- Sturgis, Sturgis-!" Pleas and moans spilled from Texas after the first, like a cork unstopping the flow of wine from a bottle.
Sturgis was more than happy to drink that wine. He yanked Texas' hips up, closer to him, to thrust in deeper, and Texas nearly screamed. He threw his head back, letting his body arch at the pleasure of Sturgis hitting that spot inside him with such ferocity.
Roslyn's mouth fell open when she watched Texas' body make it's final, most perfect arch. For a barely a moment, he was still, just trembling, until he came, shooting streams of come into his stomach and chest. Another moment, and he collapsed back onto the motorcycle, shaking still as Sturgis barked a victorious laugh, and seemed to redouble his efforts in taking the man under him.
When Sturgis' body arched, Roslyn finally tore her eyes away, shut the door, and beat a quick retreat into Hammerspace. Somewhere, anywhere but there.
***
Sturgis laid down on Texas, using the state's chest as a pillow. They both were breathing heavily, flushed, and were undeniably utterly satisfied. Sturgis grinned.
"We could have done that in your room. I don't know why you kept going on about keeping her in a garage."
Texas' palm slapped lightly against his forehead as he sighed.