Four mini fics for you all!
Hello! I am alive and well! I mean, 'well' might be an overstatement, but whatever, this entry isn't about me, it's about porn!
Here are some porny little ficlets that I have written on Tumblr of late.
Brad/Ray - High School AU
“Nobody in the debate team ever did drugs or got laid,” Brad muttered into Ray’s neck. Ray just laughed.
“So tell me, Brad. In military school, is Dick Sucking 101 taught before or after Basic Soap Dropping?”
Brad just grumbled and tried to cover Ray’s mouth with his hand. Ray kept laughing, but didn’t try to wiggle out of Brad’s grip. Instead he ducked under Brad’s arm, settling against his side, and started toying with the hem of his tee-shirt.
Brad hesitantly put his arm around Ray’s shoulders, and Ray’s smile softened. His skin felt like it was on fire everywhere Brad was touching it, he was hyper-aware of stupid things like the rivets in Brad’s jeans, and the beat of his heart, and the way his fingers were pressing a little too hard into Ray’s shoulder.
It was all still so new.
“It sucks when you’re not here,” Ray admitted quietly, and Brad sighed, clutched him a little tighter.
“You’re such a little bitch,” he said, but it was soft and fond and Ray knew what he was really saying underneath. So instead of arguing, for a change, he just lifted his head and brushed his lips over Brad’s, holding his breath as he waited for Brad to return the kiss.
It didn’t take long. Brad rolled them over, pressing Ray into the mattress, and kissed him back hard. Ray kind of felt like his heart was beating out his chest. The feel of Brad in his arms, on top of him, the taste of his mouth, it was all too much, too real, too intense.
It was the greatest moment of his life.
“Jeez, Brad,” Ray breathed, and oh god, he could feel that Brad was hard, could feel it digging into his thigh. “You fuckin’ did miss me,” he said, feeling a little dizzy.
“I missed your dick,” Brad corrected, but he was trembling as he touched Ray’s cheek, heart pounding so hard that Ray could feel it in his own chest.
“Yeah, okay,” Ray said, and fuck, of course he was hard too, and he couldn’t help but press up into Brad, couldn’t help hooking a leg around Brad’s thigh and just grinding into him.
Brad groaned, shuddering, and oh hell yes, he started grinding back, breath hot and wet against Ray’s face, and Ray didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know that anything could ever feel this good, but Brad was there, Brad was there with him and, and…
“I thought about this,” Brad whispered, his voice harsh and low and desperate. “At school, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I jerked off so much, you have no idea.”
Ray laughed a little. “I have a pretty good idea,” he said, and part of his heart had just started fucking glowing, because Brad had jerked off thinking about him, and it was just a lot to deal with. “Brad, if we don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”
“That’s the whole point,” Brad said, and he was trying to sound all cool and confident, but Ray knew him too well to buy that for a second. His voice was shaking as much as his hands were, and now they were just rutting mindlessly into each other, and it was hot and sweaty and uncomfortable and not quite enough, but nothing could have stopped Ray then, not a thing in the fucking world.
His orgasm kind of crept up on him, somewhere in between Brad moaning out his name and biting at his lower lip. It came out of nowhere, and suddenly he couldn’t breath, couldn’t move as it swept over the top of him, pumped through him, blew him open.
And Brad was coming too, that was the best part, Brad was watching him with wide eyes, the colour high in his cheeks, and he had gone so still and hard and Ray knew, knew that Brad’s cock was jerking as helplessly as his own and he was never going to forget this for as long as he lived.
“Shit, dude,” he said, as Brad rolled off him and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. “I guess… I guess you can add that to your wank bank, huh.”
Brad grinned. “It’s only the start of the summer,” he said, and his hand gripped Ray’s, squeezing it hard. “I’m sure we can do better than that.”
And Ray grinned back. He was gonna have a hell of a time trying.
Nate/Ray
Nate went running in the evening while Ray sat on the couch and drank beer, and Ray went running in the morning while Nate stayed in bed and slept. Nate studied during the day, forgetting to eat unless Ray forcibly fed him, and Ray studied late into the night, forgetting to sleep until Nate dragged him from the desk and into bed. When it came to picking movies, Nate liked dramas and mindless action flicks while Ray liked wuxia films and lame comedies from the eighties. Nate drank whiskey and Ray drank beer. Nate studied social science and Ray studied science science. Nate liked cats and Ray liked dogs.
But if there was one thing they could agree on, it was that Nate’s lips were made for sucking cock.
“Seriously,” Ray gasped, carding his fingers through Nate’s hair as Nate settled down on his knees. Ray was sprawled out in the armchair trying to watch The Banquet in peace, but Nate had just finished a term paper and, as Ray had always suspected, academics got him hot. “This is a really good movie.”
Nate just rolled his eyes. “Stop whining about getting head, Jesus,” he said, working on Ray’s zipper. “In fact, don’t speak. No more speaking until I fucking give you permission.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” Ray said faintly, but it was a total lie and they both knew it. On his knees like that? Nate had all the power in the world, and Ray was willing to cede it to him.
“Say that again,” Nate said, his voice deceptively light. He scraped his teeth gently over the head of Ray’s dick, and Ray shivered, gripping the arms of the couch.
“Fine,” he muttered. “Fine, you own me, I’m yours, I’ll do whatever the fuck you say forever, just don’t stop - “
“Hush, Ray,” Nate said, and then sank down onto Ray’s dick with a low moan as Ray tossed his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip in an effort to keep quiet.
Later - but not much later, Nate knows that Ray can only handle so much of his mouth before it’s curtains down - Nate slid into Ray’s lap and shoved his own pants down, taking them both in his hand as Ray stared up at him with huge, dark eyes.
“Nate, you gotta let me come,” he begged, the talking ban forgotten. And Nate just kissed him and jerked them off together, and Ray came sucking on Nate’s bottom lip, tasting himself in Nate’s mouth, and thanking god and the universe that there were some things that they were always completely in synch about.
Brad/Ray, "I'll be seeing you when the lights go down"
Ray’s mouth was so hot, so wet, it felt like liquid fire as it slid down Brad’s stomach. Brad threw one arm over his face, hiding in the dark as Ray took his time, let it draw out in a long, slow melding of heat and pleasure and torture and oh god, Brad couldn’t deal with the slow burn of it…
“Do it, if you’re gonna,” Brad choked out, touching at Ray’s hair, the side of his neck. “Ray.”
“Brad,” Ray shot back, and his voice was scratchy, raw, and Brad could feel his breath so close.
“Please,” Brad whispered then, and his free hand was gripping the sheets as he stared wide eyed into the darkness of the room. “Please Ray, come on, please.”
And finally, finally, Ray’s wet, spit-slicked lips reached the head of Brad’s cock. He sucked Brad in slowly as Brad’s trembling fingers stroked at his cheek, and it was better than Brad had imagined it could be, better than he’d dreamed. Ray was moaning, a low, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through Brad’s whole body, and Brad was answering it without even really realising it, letting out these soft groans as his hips pumped tightly up off the bed.
“That’s it,” Ray gasped, pulling off Brad’s dick for a second, rubbing it over his lips, his cheek. “You can - you can if you want.”
“I don’t…” Brad was lost for a second until Ray took his hand and put it on the back of his head, and then Brad snapped to the picture. He gave a helpless little spurt of precome, and then he was back in Ray’s mouth, fucking his face, hard, the darkness forcing him to imagine what Ray would look like - cheeks red and flushed, eyes watering, lips spread wide open for Brad cock.
“So good,” Brad gasped, tightening his grip on Ray’s head. “Oh fuck, so good, love your mouth, your filthy fucking mouth, Ray.”
Ray just moaned again, pressing himself up against Brad’s legs, and Brad was overwhelmed with the power he had, overwhelmed by the way Ray was just giving himself up.
“I’m gonna come,” he said weakly, thighs trembling, hips thrusting wildly. “I’m gonna, Ray, fuck, let me…”
And Ray swallowed around his cock, took him in that little bit deeper, and yes, oh Jesus, yes, Brad was coming down his throat, head pressed hard into the pillow as his whole body went hard and taut, as his world narrowed down to Ray, and Ray’s mouth, and the heat of Ray’s body soaking into him.
“Jesus, Brad,” Ray whispered after a minute, as he pulled back and rested his face on Brad’s thigh. Brad cupped his cheek, rubbed his thumb over those swollen lips. Part of him wanted to switch on the lamp, to see what he looked like that that, to see what Brad had done to him.
But most of him was content to just lie there int he blackness with Ray, and hold him, and imagine.
Brad/Ray - Gunplay
“Harder, fuck, what do you think I am some pussy bitch Ranger? Jesus Brad.”
“Shut your mouth,” Brad muttered, pulling the belt tighter, watching the leather cut into the skin of Ray’s wrists. “Or I’ll gag you, too.” He tied off the belt and crouched over Ray’s body, one hand on the taught muscle of Ray’s bicep. Ray flexed, testing that his arms were bound tight enough for his liking.
“Like fuck you will, Brad. You know what you wanna do to my mouth and it doesn’t include - “
Brad’s backhand caught Ray across the mouth, not hard, but not really gentle, either. Ray narrowed his eyes as he licked his lips.
“That’s more like it.”
“Shut up, Ray.” Brad’s voice was low, almost soothing. He leaned down, whispered his next words right into Ray’s ear. “You need me to soften that mouth up some more?”
“You’re all talk, Brad,” Ray managed, and Brad hit him again, a little rougher this time. Ray twisted under him, and Brad could feel how hard he was, his erection pushing against his jeans, trying to push up against Brad.
Brad stood up and walked away.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Ray asked, but there was no heat in his voice. He was panting, the colour high in his cheeks, sweat starting to bead on his brow and over his bare chest. Brad ignored him, with difficulty, and opened the dresser draw.
Ray drew in a sharp gasp.
The nine was heavy in Brad’s hand, and cold. He tapped it against his thigh and regarded Ray with a raised eyebrow. He wanted this bad, but he needed to know that Ray wanted it as well before he stepped back over to the bed. So he waited, waited for Ray to get himself together, to finish chewing on his lip, to finish tugging at his bonds. To decide that yeah…
“Yeah, Brad. Get over here.”
Brad was back at the bed in a heartbeat, straddling Ray and pressing him down into the mattress. The gun was gripped tight in his right hand, pushing into the pillow next to Ray’s head, and Ray was very deliberately not looking at it. He was harder than ever, though, rocking up into Brad with a steady rhythm, dying for some friction.
“You gonna be a good boy for me, Ray?” Brad asked, and stroked the muzzle of the gun down Ray’s cheek.
Ray closed his eyes.
“No.”
And Brad smiled, pressed the gun against Ray’s lips, forcing them to open up around the barrel.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Here are some porny little ficlets that I have written on Tumblr of late.
Brad/Ray - High School AU
“Nobody in the debate team ever did drugs or got laid,” Brad muttered into Ray’s neck. Ray just laughed.
“So tell me, Brad. In military school, is Dick Sucking 101 taught before or after Basic Soap Dropping?”
Brad just grumbled and tried to cover Ray’s mouth with his hand. Ray kept laughing, but didn’t try to wiggle out of Brad’s grip. Instead he ducked under Brad’s arm, settling against his side, and started toying with the hem of his tee-shirt.
Brad hesitantly put his arm around Ray’s shoulders, and Ray’s smile softened. His skin felt like it was on fire everywhere Brad was touching it, he was hyper-aware of stupid things like the rivets in Brad’s jeans, and the beat of his heart, and the way his fingers were pressing a little too hard into Ray’s shoulder.
It was all still so new.
“It sucks when you’re not here,” Ray admitted quietly, and Brad sighed, clutched him a little tighter.
“You’re such a little bitch,” he said, but it was soft and fond and Ray knew what he was really saying underneath. So instead of arguing, for a change, he just lifted his head and brushed his lips over Brad’s, holding his breath as he waited for Brad to return the kiss.
It didn’t take long. Brad rolled them over, pressing Ray into the mattress, and kissed him back hard. Ray kind of felt like his heart was beating out his chest. The feel of Brad in his arms, on top of him, the taste of his mouth, it was all too much, too real, too intense.
It was the greatest moment of his life.
“Jeez, Brad,” Ray breathed, and oh god, he could feel that Brad was hard, could feel it digging into his thigh. “You fuckin’ did miss me,” he said, feeling a little dizzy.
“I missed your dick,” Brad corrected, but he was trembling as he touched Ray’s cheek, heart pounding so hard that Ray could feel it in his own chest.
“Yeah, okay,” Ray said, and fuck, of course he was hard too, and he couldn’t help but press up into Brad, couldn’t help hooking a leg around Brad’s thigh and just grinding into him.
Brad groaned, shuddering, and oh hell yes, he started grinding back, breath hot and wet against Ray’s face, and Ray didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know that anything could ever feel this good, but Brad was there, Brad was there with him and, and…
“I thought about this,” Brad whispered, his voice harsh and low and desperate. “At school, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I jerked off so much, you have no idea.”
Ray laughed a little. “I have a pretty good idea,” he said, and part of his heart had just started fucking glowing, because Brad had jerked off thinking about him, and it was just a lot to deal with. “Brad, if we don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”
“That’s the whole point,” Brad said, and he was trying to sound all cool and confident, but Ray knew him too well to buy that for a second. His voice was shaking as much as his hands were, and now they were just rutting mindlessly into each other, and it was hot and sweaty and uncomfortable and not quite enough, but nothing could have stopped Ray then, not a thing in the fucking world.
His orgasm kind of crept up on him, somewhere in between Brad moaning out his name and biting at his lower lip. It came out of nowhere, and suddenly he couldn’t breath, couldn’t move as it swept over the top of him, pumped through him, blew him open.
And Brad was coming too, that was the best part, Brad was watching him with wide eyes, the colour high in his cheeks, and he had gone so still and hard and Ray knew, knew that Brad’s cock was jerking as helplessly as his own and he was never going to forget this for as long as he lived.
“Shit, dude,” he said, as Brad rolled off him and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. “I guess… I guess you can add that to your wank bank, huh.”
Brad grinned. “It’s only the start of the summer,” he said, and his hand gripped Ray’s, squeezing it hard. “I’m sure we can do better than that.”
And Ray grinned back. He was gonna have a hell of a time trying.
Nate/Ray
Nate went running in the evening while Ray sat on the couch and drank beer, and Ray went running in the morning while Nate stayed in bed and slept. Nate studied during the day, forgetting to eat unless Ray forcibly fed him, and Ray studied late into the night, forgetting to sleep until Nate dragged him from the desk and into bed. When it came to picking movies, Nate liked dramas and mindless action flicks while Ray liked wuxia films and lame comedies from the eighties. Nate drank whiskey and Ray drank beer. Nate studied social science and Ray studied science science. Nate liked cats and Ray liked dogs.
But if there was one thing they could agree on, it was that Nate’s lips were made for sucking cock.
“Seriously,” Ray gasped, carding his fingers through Nate’s hair as Nate settled down on his knees. Ray was sprawled out in the armchair trying to watch The Banquet in peace, but Nate had just finished a term paper and, as Ray had always suspected, academics got him hot. “This is a really good movie.”
Nate just rolled his eyes. “Stop whining about getting head, Jesus,” he said, working on Ray’s zipper. “In fact, don’t speak. No more speaking until I fucking give you permission.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” Ray said faintly, but it was a total lie and they both knew it. On his knees like that? Nate had all the power in the world, and Ray was willing to cede it to him.
“Say that again,” Nate said, his voice deceptively light. He scraped his teeth gently over the head of Ray’s dick, and Ray shivered, gripping the arms of the couch.
“Fine,” he muttered. “Fine, you own me, I’m yours, I’ll do whatever the fuck you say forever, just don’t stop - “
“Hush, Ray,” Nate said, and then sank down onto Ray’s dick with a low moan as Ray tossed his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip in an effort to keep quiet.
Later - but not much later, Nate knows that Ray can only handle so much of his mouth before it’s curtains down - Nate slid into Ray’s lap and shoved his own pants down, taking them both in his hand as Ray stared up at him with huge, dark eyes.
“Nate, you gotta let me come,” he begged, the talking ban forgotten. And Nate just kissed him and jerked them off together, and Ray came sucking on Nate’s bottom lip, tasting himself in Nate’s mouth, and thanking god and the universe that there were some things that they were always completely in synch about.
Brad/Ray, "I'll be seeing you when the lights go down"
Ray’s mouth was so hot, so wet, it felt like liquid fire as it slid down Brad’s stomach. Brad threw one arm over his face, hiding in the dark as Ray took his time, let it draw out in a long, slow melding of heat and pleasure and torture and oh god, Brad couldn’t deal with the slow burn of it…
“Do it, if you’re gonna,” Brad choked out, touching at Ray’s hair, the side of his neck. “Ray.”
“Brad,” Ray shot back, and his voice was scratchy, raw, and Brad could feel his breath so close.
“Please,” Brad whispered then, and his free hand was gripping the sheets as he stared wide eyed into the darkness of the room. “Please Ray, come on, please.”
And finally, finally, Ray’s wet, spit-slicked lips reached the head of Brad’s cock. He sucked Brad in slowly as Brad’s trembling fingers stroked at his cheek, and it was better than Brad had imagined it could be, better than he’d dreamed. Ray was moaning, a low, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through Brad’s whole body, and Brad was answering it without even really realising it, letting out these soft groans as his hips pumped tightly up off the bed.
“That’s it,” Ray gasped, pulling off Brad’s dick for a second, rubbing it over his lips, his cheek. “You can - you can if you want.”
“I don’t…” Brad was lost for a second until Ray took his hand and put it on the back of his head, and then Brad snapped to the picture. He gave a helpless little spurt of precome, and then he was back in Ray’s mouth, fucking his face, hard, the darkness forcing him to imagine what Ray would look like - cheeks red and flushed, eyes watering, lips spread wide open for Brad cock.
“So good,” Brad gasped, tightening his grip on Ray’s head. “Oh fuck, so good, love your mouth, your filthy fucking mouth, Ray.”
Ray just moaned again, pressing himself up against Brad’s legs, and Brad was overwhelmed with the power he had, overwhelmed by the way Ray was just giving himself up.
“I’m gonna come,” he said weakly, thighs trembling, hips thrusting wildly. “I’m gonna, Ray, fuck, let me…”
And Ray swallowed around his cock, took him in that little bit deeper, and yes, oh Jesus, yes, Brad was coming down his throat, head pressed hard into the pillow as his whole body went hard and taut, as his world narrowed down to Ray, and Ray’s mouth, and the heat of Ray’s body soaking into him.
“Jesus, Brad,” Ray whispered after a minute, as he pulled back and rested his face on Brad’s thigh. Brad cupped his cheek, rubbed his thumb over those swollen lips. Part of him wanted to switch on the lamp, to see what he looked like that that, to see what Brad had done to him.
But most of him was content to just lie there int he blackness with Ray, and hold him, and imagine.
Brad/Ray - Gunplay
“Harder, fuck, what do you think I am some pussy bitch Ranger? Jesus Brad.”
“Shut your mouth,” Brad muttered, pulling the belt tighter, watching the leather cut into the skin of Ray’s wrists. “Or I’ll gag you, too.” He tied off the belt and crouched over Ray’s body, one hand on the taught muscle of Ray’s bicep. Ray flexed, testing that his arms were bound tight enough for his liking.
“Like fuck you will, Brad. You know what you wanna do to my mouth and it doesn’t include - “
Brad’s backhand caught Ray across the mouth, not hard, but not really gentle, either. Ray narrowed his eyes as he licked his lips.
“That’s more like it.”
“Shut up, Ray.” Brad’s voice was low, almost soothing. He leaned down, whispered his next words right into Ray’s ear. “You need me to soften that mouth up some more?”
“You’re all talk, Brad,” Ray managed, and Brad hit him again, a little rougher this time. Ray twisted under him, and Brad could feel how hard he was, his erection pushing against his jeans, trying to push up against Brad.
Brad stood up and walked away.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Ray asked, but there was no heat in his voice. He was panting, the colour high in his cheeks, sweat starting to bead on his brow and over his bare chest. Brad ignored him, with difficulty, and opened the dresser draw.
Ray drew in a sharp gasp.
The nine was heavy in Brad’s hand, and cold. He tapped it against his thigh and regarded Ray with a raised eyebrow. He wanted this bad, but he needed to know that Ray wanted it as well before he stepped back over to the bed. So he waited, waited for Ray to get himself together, to finish chewing on his lip, to finish tugging at his bonds. To decide that yeah…
“Yeah, Brad. Get over here.”
Brad was back at the bed in a heartbeat, straddling Ray and pressing him down into the mattress. The gun was gripped tight in his right hand, pushing into the pillow next to Ray’s head, and Ray was very deliberately not looking at it. He was harder than ever, though, rocking up into Brad with a steady rhythm, dying for some friction.
“You gonna be a good boy for me, Ray?” Brad asked, and stroked the muzzle of the gun down Ray’s cheek.
Ray closed his eyes.
“No.”
And Brad smiled, pressed the gun against Ray’s lips, forcing them to open up around the barrel.
“That’s what I like to hear.”