a pornlet!
I wrote a pornlet for clwilson2006 , because because. I can share, though. :)
Evan/David, 343 words.
Evan crouched down, running the leaves of the weird purple fern through his fingers. “Hey, Doc, what’s this one?”
“Oh, Major, don’t-” David stopped short, an indistinguishable look on his face. “Oh.”
“Oh?” Evan stood and pointed his pollen-covered finger at David. “What do you mean, oh?”
“Oh, as in oh, you shouldn’t touch that plant,” David responded, jerking as Evan wiped the pollen down the front of his shirt. “Oh.”
Evan smirked. “Oh again?”
“Um.” David looked up from the swatch on his shirt to Evan, and wow, his eyes were a pretty intense shade of blue, weren’t they? Evan’s breath caught as he studied his scientist, the graceful line of his jaw, the way his hair fell against his forehead, the way his lips… tasted, and when had he started kissing David, anyway?
“Major,” David gasped against his mouth. “The.. plant.”
“Sex pollen,” Evan forced out. “Got there on my own.” He ground against David’s hip. “If you want out, tell me now.”
“God,” David gasped again, “no.”
Evan had never quite been so grateful before that there were cots in the back of the Botany labs, and somewhere in his brain he wondered if this wasn’t why. He backed up until he felt the bed against his legs and sat ungracefully, puling David down with him. David was almost whining, thrusting against his leg, and Evan worked his hand down between them to unclasp both sets of BDUs.
Skin against skin, that’s what they both needed, and oh, it was glorious, sliding against each other. Evan blamed the pollen, really, because it wasn’t long at all before he was groaning and arching and David was, too, and wow, perfect.
Neither of them moved much for a few minutes, choosing instead to lay half-on and half-off the cot, panting, while they tried to put the world back together. Finally, David spoke, his mouth pressed against Evan’s shoulder. “We should try that again when we’re not high.”
“Oh yeah,” Evan agreed, sliding until they were next to each other. “How’s tonight sound?”
Evan/David, 343 words.
Evan crouched down, running the leaves of the weird purple fern through his fingers. “Hey, Doc, what’s this one?”
“Oh, Major, don’t-” David stopped short, an indistinguishable look on his face. “Oh.”
“Oh?” Evan stood and pointed his pollen-covered finger at David. “What do you mean, oh?”
“Oh, as in oh, you shouldn’t touch that plant,” David responded, jerking as Evan wiped the pollen down the front of his shirt. “Oh.”
Evan smirked. “Oh again?”
“Um.” David looked up from the swatch on his shirt to Evan, and wow, his eyes were a pretty intense shade of blue, weren’t they? Evan’s breath caught as he studied his scientist, the graceful line of his jaw, the way his hair fell against his forehead, the way his lips… tasted, and when had he started kissing David, anyway?
“Major,” David gasped against his mouth. “The.. plant.”
“Sex pollen,” Evan forced out. “Got there on my own.” He ground against David’s hip. “If you want out, tell me now.”
“God,” David gasped again, “no.”
Evan had never quite been so grateful before that there were cots in the back of the Botany labs, and somewhere in his brain he wondered if this wasn’t why. He backed up until he felt the bed against his legs and sat ungracefully, puling David down with him. David was almost whining, thrusting against his leg, and Evan worked his hand down between them to unclasp both sets of BDUs.
Skin against skin, that’s what they both needed, and oh, it was glorious, sliding against each other. Evan blamed the pollen, really, because it wasn’t long at all before he was groaning and arching and David was, too, and wow, perfect.
Neither of them moved much for a few minutes, choosing instead to lay half-on and half-off the cot, panting, while they tried to put the world back together. Finally, David spoke, his mouth pressed against Evan’s shoulder. “We should try that again when we’re not high.”
“Oh yeah,” Evan agreed, sliding until they were next to each other. “How’s tonight sound?”