Swelter-1/2
anonymous
December 25 2010, 03:48:56 UTC
I feel awkward writing this after that lovely CanAmer, but I can't help myself, the Driveby Anon is back in fill-town
"Well, dammit." America said, as the old pickup gave a wheeze and a rattle, before stopping all together.
"Couldn't have said it better myself." replied England, glaring through the windshield at the offending hood. Of all the times for America's old clunker to finally die, it had to be now, when they were driving to some infernal town in Texas for the G8 summit. He could have just flown directly in, but no, it was cheaper to fly to one town over and be driven in. Now he was stuck in the middle of Nowheresville, Texas, in July, with no A/C, right next to the hugest vexation of his life.
Said vexation undid his seatbelt, hopped out of the car, and popped the hood with a hiss of steam, which amazed England as he couldn't see how it could possibly get any hotter. Things had been fine with the AC cranked all the way up, but the lovely cold died quickly now, replaced with a stifling heat. There was no breeze, either
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Re: Swelter-2/2
anonymous
December 25 2010, 04:32:12 UTC
Damn you, character limit
"Ahhn-Oh God, England, I'm sorry, it's just when you touch like that-" his words were cut off by England tugging at the curl again, causing him to buck uncontrollably against the man under him. Devious now, England took the curl between two fingers and rubbed slowly. In return, America groaned something that sounded like his name and began sensuously grinding and rolling his clothed erection against the smaller nation's. He was like a cat in heat, and when England licked his two fingers before returning them to the curl he practically purred. His hips rocked faster and everything began to blur together
( ... )
Re: Swelter-2/2
anonymous
December 25 2010, 11:54:40 UTC
Hot. In more ways than one :) I loved the detail about the metal on the car, BTW. For some reason this line:
The bumper dug into his legs, the skin of his back was being seared off by the heat of the metal hood and their pants were still on, but England was desperate enough to ignore all these things.
...really stuck with me, although it had nothing to do with porn at all. I just like details like that, I guess /shot
Re: Swelter-2/2
anonymous
December 25 2010, 18:38:53 UTC
O-OH MY GOD *I came*
That...was...wow. Wow. WOW. So damned hot. Unexpectedly hot. God, I'd love to see this continued. I love how you write them, and I love me some oggling!England and horny!America who can't control his body's responses to desire, and is dominant without being superdommy!top or anything thank god for UKe absence too. And that suggestion that England fucks him into the mattress sounds fucking awesome too. that Nantucket trick you pulled on us never looses its touch
Re: Swelter-2/2
anonymous
January 9 2011, 00:03:55 UTC
Oh God. Ahoge use, the description of the heat and the metal of the car, ogling England, both of them dominating in their own way and the last part where we get to see their relationship was brilliant as well.
I love this, where have you been all my life anon?
"Well, dammit." America said, as the old pickup gave a wheeze and a rattle, before stopping all together.
"Couldn't have said it better myself." replied England, glaring through the windshield at the offending hood. Of all the times for America's old clunker to finally die, it had to be now, when they were driving to some infernal town in Texas for the G8 summit. He could have just flown directly in, but no, it was cheaper to fly to one town over and be driven in. Now he was stuck in the middle of Nowheresville, Texas, in July, with no A/C, right next to the hugest vexation of his life.
Said vexation undid his seatbelt, hopped out of the car, and popped the hood with a hiss of steam, which amazed England as he couldn't see how it could possibly get any hotter. Things had been fine with the AC cranked all the way up, but the lovely cold died quickly now, replaced with a stifling heat. There was no breeze, either ( ... )
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"Ahhn-Oh God, England, I'm sorry, it's just when you touch like that-" his words were cut off by England tugging at the curl again, causing him to buck uncontrollably against the man under him. Devious now, England took the curl between two fingers and rubbed slowly. In return, America groaned something that sounded like his name and began sensuously grinding and rolling his clothed erection against the smaller nation's. He was like a cat in heat, and when England licked his two fingers before returning them to the curl he practically purred. His hips rocked faster and everything began to blur together ( ... )
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Rubbish. I'm well on my way to loving you, lad, you had better hurry and catch up.
England, why so made of win? <3
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The bumper dug into his legs, the skin of his back was being seared off by the heat of the metal hood and their pants were still on, but England was desperate enough to ignore all these things.
...really stuck with me, although it had nothing to do with porn at all. I just like details like that, I guess /shot
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That...was...wow. Wow. WOW. So damned hot. Unexpectedly hot. God, I'd love to see this continued. I love how you write them, and I love me some oggling!England and horny!America who can't control his body's responses to desire, and is dominant without being superdommy!top or anything thank god for UKe absence too. And that suggestion that England fucks him into the mattress sounds fucking awesome too. that Nantucket trick you pulled on us never looses its touch
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I love this, where have you been all my life anon?
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I just rubbed myself in the chair, damn it...
This is so F-ing hot, and the details made it hotter. The immediate make out after England licked his lips made it all better. Damn Nantucket.
Love this.
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