Calling hickorynut
Title: Sunrise
Authors: kitty_trio & lozateazer
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Revealed at end
Warning: There be crack!fic ahead
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize. (kinda sorta)
Author's Notes: Written for the ever delightful hickorynut to celebrate her Birthday in irreverent style.
The man tossed restlessly, lost in a dream. Still, on some subconscious level, he’s careful of his injured lover beside him in their bed. Voices fill his head and a frown crinkled his brow.
*WWW:* “Come on lover… open your eyes…” The voice called out again. He’d been trying for a while to get the sleeping man to notice him, and it seemed he was finally beginning to stir.
*LLL:* Stretching, his eye opened. “Ah gods my wee one, you shouldn’t be up and about. Rest, you need more time to recover.” And fuck me but I want to ravish you, healed or no, he thought to himself.
*WWW:* “M’not wee. And I’m lonely.” Wiggling a bit, he tried his best to look coy. Not that he’s very good at looking coy or anything else for that matter, but he still tried. “You’ve been ignoring me lately.”
Sighing, he looked longingly at his lover. “Don’t you want me anymore? Am I not attractive since… you know?”
*LLL:* He rose to his full stature. “To me, my wounded love, you will always be Wee” A soft snort filled the air, “And I’m the Lonely one, denied the feel of you against my lips, beneath my touch except in the most clinical of ways.”
*WWW:* Sniffling pathetically, he shuffled towards the man that gave him so much pleasure. “But this whole time I’ve been hurt you haven’t even given me a cuddle. You change the wrappings, put on some cream… But I want more! I want to know that you really do love me. Please! I’m so very horny!”
*LLL:* Moisture beaded the crown of his head. Lascivious thoughts filled him from his lover’s words. Restraint, gods, please, he needed restraint.
“Little One… you have no idea how lonely I’ve been without you,” he panted as blood throbbed throughout him. “Until you are well… we can’t,” he lamented softly.
*WWW:* Pressing fully against his lover, he sighed dramatically, “I’m so tired of being the wounded one. All I want is for you to hold me against you.” He straightened a little bit, rubbing himself against his partner. Which, of course, felt so good he had to stand even straighter, so they’d have even more of each other touching. He hid a wince by pressing even more into his lover. So maybe this wasn’t the best idea… but he wanted it so much! “Maybe a massage would help me feel back to normal?”
*LLL:* “Oh my Wee Love, we can’t…” pain filled his voice as his lover’s soft skin touched his throbbing flesh everywhere. “Look, even now you are wincing as the swelling increases.” Trying desperately to quell his lasciviousness, he shifted aside. Gods, the cream would end this torture for his wounded love, but extend his own desperate loneliness.
*WWW:* “It was just a twinge!” He cried, but his lover still moved away from him. He jerked towards him, wanting to be near the warmth of him again. But the fast movements hurt him, and he whimpered. Curling around himself because of the pain, he seemed to shrink. Damn, but he hated being wounded! He wanted it done!
*LLL:* “Oh Little One!” he called out, helpless to stay away from his wounded love. He nudged gently, blood draining as his wee lover whimpered and shriveled into himself. “The cream… I should… but I’ve missed you so… and you… so beautiful…” panting, he stumbled over his words as thoughts scattered in his head.
*WWW:* Hanging his head, he sniffled some more. At least he has his love back. “Please, don’t pull away again… I need you so much.” He glanced up at his lover. “Truthfully… when you’re next to me is the only time I really feel any better. You make me feel wanted, and loved.” He chuckled softly, “Well, usually. You’ve been extra distant these past few days.”
*LLL:* His resolve crumbled, with no external restraints in sight. “My poor Wee Love… I’m not strong with out you.” He bumped softly against his smaller mate. “Need you, your soft touches enflame me. So empty without your body surrounding me,” working himself into a frenzy, his blood roared in his veins.
*WWW:* Flushing softly, he mumbled again, “Not wee… you’re just so bloody big.” But he was smiling, and he bumped back against his lover. Softly, of course, so as to not hurt himself. “You have me, though, love. I’ve always been here.” He nuzzled his head against his partner’s in an affectionate touch.
*LLL:* Lusty lascivious thoughts filled his head. He swelled with love for his companion. “Love you, have missed you so…” Blood pumping in his head, shoved out all thoughts that they shouldn’t do this.
*WWW:* The passionate words being whispered to him made him flush even deeper, but he had to admit he felt a little proud that someone as lovely as his lover lusted after him. It made him stand taller. He felt like strutting. But then again he had his mate nuzzling him. And the aches did seem to be lessening…
*LLL:* The more his lover nudged and nuzzled, the more he straightened to full height. Moisture welled, dripped from his eye. “Love, oh I have missed you hale and full of life.” He answered each of his Wee love’s nudges with one of his own.
*WWW:* Pushing himself up so he stood at his very tallest (which he had to do to reach his lover, now,) he rubbed at the moisture beading beneath his lover’s eye. “Oh, lover, I have missed you even more! I was so afraid, and oh, I’m, just so glad!” He panted, his trunk throbbing, he was so overwhelmed. “Please, please love! I need you to take me! I need to be one with you again!”
The man woke gasping. He raised the covers to stare wide-eyed beneath. Craig’s Wee Wounded Willie was bouncing wildly against its Lonely Lascivious Lover. He glanced up and saw Craig’s eyes glittering in the early morning sunlight. He grinned wolfishly, and his voice was husky when he said, “Well, I guess someone’s feeling better…”
FIN
Okay, so this is what happens after a few of us chat one Saturday. We write the beginning adventures of a household accident entailing the need of cute EMTs, a smexy ER Doc, and a platonic (to Craig, anyway) roommate. Unfortunately poor Craig’s Wee Wounded Willie just wanted to limp off into the sunset. Lolo and Kitty had different plans, and so Wee Wounded Willie acquired his partner: Lonely Lascivious Lover.
Highlight between the asterisks to reveal which is *Wee Wounded Willie* or *Lonely Lascivious Lover*.
Authors: kitty_trio & lozateazer
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Revealed at end
Warning: There be crack!fic ahead
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize. (kinda sorta)
Author's Notes: Written for the ever delightful hickorynut to celebrate her Birthday in irreverent style.
The man tossed restlessly, lost in a dream. Still, on some subconscious level, he’s careful of his injured lover beside him in their bed. Voices fill his head and a frown crinkled his brow.
*WWW:* “Come on lover… open your eyes…” The voice called out again. He’d been trying for a while to get the sleeping man to notice him, and it seemed he was finally beginning to stir.
*LLL:* Stretching, his eye opened. “Ah gods my wee one, you shouldn’t be up and about. Rest, you need more time to recover.” And fuck me but I want to ravish you, healed or no, he thought to himself.
*WWW:* “M’not wee. And I’m lonely.” Wiggling a bit, he tried his best to look coy. Not that he’s very good at looking coy or anything else for that matter, but he still tried. “You’ve been ignoring me lately.”
Sighing, he looked longingly at his lover. “Don’t you want me anymore? Am I not attractive since… you know?”
*LLL:* He rose to his full stature. “To me, my wounded love, you will always be Wee” A soft snort filled the air, “And I’m the Lonely one, denied the feel of you against my lips, beneath my touch except in the most clinical of ways.”
*WWW:* Sniffling pathetically, he shuffled towards the man that gave him so much pleasure. “But this whole time I’ve been hurt you haven’t even given me a cuddle. You change the wrappings, put on some cream… But I want more! I want to know that you really do love me. Please! I’m so very horny!”
*LLL:* Moisture beaded the crown of his head. Lascivious thoughts filled him from his lover’s words. Restraint, gods, please, he needed restraint.
“Little One… you have no idea how lonely I’ve been without you,” he panted as blood throbbed throughout him. “Until you are well… we can’t,” he lamented softly.
*WWW:* Pressing fully against his lover, he sighed dramatically, “I’m so tired of being the wounded one. All I want is for you to hold me against you.” He straightened a little bit, rubbing himself against his partner. Which, of course, felt so good he had to stand even straighter, so they’d have even more of each other touching. He hid a wince by pressing even more into his lover. So maybe this wasn’t the best idea… but he wanted it so much! “Maybe a massage would help me feel back to normal?”
*LLL:* “Oh my Wee Love, we can’t…” pain filled his voice as his lover’s soft skin touched his throbbing flesh everywhere. “Look, even now you are wincing as the swelling increases.” Trying desperately to quell his lasciviousness, he shifted aside. Gods, the cream would end this torture for his wounded love, but extend his own desperate loneliness.
*WWW:* “It was just a twinge!” He cried, but his lover still moved away from him. He jerked towards him, wanting to be near the warmth of him again. But the fast movements hurt him, and he whimpered. Curling around himself because of the pain, he seemed to shrink. Damn, but he hated being wounded! He wanted it done!
*LLL:* “Oh Little One!” he called out, helpless to stay away from his wounded love. He nudged gently, blood draining as his wee lover whimpered and shriveled into himself. “The cream… I should… but I’ve missed you so… and you… so beautiful…” panting, he stumbled over his words as thoughts scattered in his head.
*WWW:* Hanging his head, he sniffled some more. At least he has his love back. “Please, don’t pull away again… I need you so much.” He glanced up at his lover. “Truthfully… when you’re next to me is the only time I really feel any better. You make me feel wanted, and loved.” He chuckled softly, “Well, usually. You’ve been extra distant these past few days.”
*LLL:* His resolve crumbled, with no external restraints in sight. “My poor Wee Love… I’m not strong with out you.” He bumped softly against his smaller mate. “Need you, your soft touches enflame me. So empty without your body surrounding me,” working himself into a frenzy, his blood roared in his veins.
*WWW:* Flushing softly, he mumbled again, “Not wee… you’re just so bloody big.” But he was smiling, and he bumped back against his lover. Softly, of course, so as to not hurt himself. “You have me, though, love. I’ve always been here.” He nuzzled his head against his partner’s in an affectionate touch.
*LLL:* Lusty lascivious thoughts filled his head. He swelled with love for his companion. “Love you, have missed you so…” Blood pumping in his head, shoved out all thoughts that they shouldn’t do this.
*WWW:* The passionate words being whispered to him made him flush even deeper, but he had to admit he felt a little proud that someone as lovely as his lover lusted after him. It made him stand taller. He felt like strutting. But then again he had his mate nuzzling him. And the aches did seem to be lessening…
*LLL:* The more his lover nudged and nuzzled, the more he straightened to full height. Moisture welled, dripped from his eye. “Love, oh I have missed you hale and full of life.” He answered each of his Wee love’s nudges with one of his own.
*WWW:* Pushing himself up so he stood at his very tallest (which he had to do to reach his lover, now,) he rubbed at the moisture beading beneath his lover’s eye. “Oh, lover, I have missed you even more! I was so afraid, and oh, I’m, just so glad!” He panted, his trunk throbbing, he was so overwhelmed. “Please, please love! I need you to take me! I need to be one with you again!”
The man woke gasping. He raised the covers to stare wide-eyed beneath. Craig’s Wee Wounded Willie was bouncing wildly against its Lonely Lascivious Lover. He glanced up and saw Craig’s eyes glittering in the early morning sunlight. He grinned wolfishly, and his voice was husky when he said, “Well, I guess someone’s feeling better…”
FIN
Okay, so this is what happens after a few of us chat one Saturday. We write the beginning adventures of a household accident entailing the need of cute EMTs, a smexy ER Doc, and a platonic (to Craig, anyway) roommate. Unfortunately poor Craig’s Wee Wounded Willie just wanted to limp off into the sunset. Lolo and Kitty had different plans, and so Wee Wounded Willie acquired his partner: Lonely Lascivious Lover.
Highlight between the asterisks to reveal which is *Wee Wounded Willie* or *Lonely Lascivious Lover*.