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rainbowfic2012-04-07 03:32 pm
geena) wrote in rainbowfic2012-04-07 03:32 pm
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Alice Blue 20
Author: geena
Color: Alice Blue 20. it sounds uncommon nonsense
Supplies and Styles: Brush (loquacious), feathers
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 838
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Time and Place.
Summary: Michael and Johnny have the relationship talk.
Notes: This occurs in November of 2008.
***
The news is exceptionally boring, even for being the news. A few robberies, a couple gang fights, and one oddly in-depth story about a protest, if seven people can really be called that. It’s so boring that Michael actually finds himself wishing he hadn’t balanced his accounts two nights earlier. He has no idea how Johnny can stand it, let alone insist on watching something so coma-inducing, but he has a sneaking suspicion that he’s just making sure no one they know has been arrested.
At least that would be interesting.
“Johnny,” he complains (and certainly does not whine, thank you). “I can feel my brain leaking out of my skull.”
“Stop exaggeratin', it’ll be over in ten minutes.” Johnny shifts, draping an arm over Michael’s shoulders.
“Seriously, ten more minutes of this?”
Johnny barely restrains his eye roll. “Ten minutes. Ya don’ haveta watch this, ya know. That bored, ya can go find somethin' else ta entertain ya.”
Now there’s an idea.
Michael nods, leaning forward and sliding off the couch. Unceremoniously dropping to his knees, he shoves the coffee table out of the way and crawls into the space between Johnny’s sprawled legs, pleased with how perfectly he fits. “Okay.”
“No,” Johnny tells him, eyes widening the tiniest bit as he takes in the sight before him. “I’m watchin' this, Michael, I’m not--”
“You said to entertain myself. I’m entertained.” Michael smiles. One hand snakes up Johnny’s thigh, rubbing along his inseam before reaching his fly and tugging. Within a few seconds the jeans are open and he’s carefully pulling Johnny’s cock free, licking his lips.
“Michael...”
He makes a fist, stroking Johnny slowly, entranced by the sight of him gradually growing harder. One quick lick to the tip and Michael asks, “Should I stop?”
With a sigh, Johnny scrambles for the remote and turns the television off. Perfect.
Michael is, not to boast or anything, very, very good at this. He’s skilled, a combination of natural talent and decades of practice, and he knows exactly how to drive a man insane with only a few flutters of his tongue. So when he presses in, savoring the musky scent while simultaneously wrapping his lips around Johnny’s cock, he’s not entirely surprised by the sharp groan that follows and allows himself to beam with pride as he sets a punishing rhythm. When Johnny’s fingers tightly thread through his hair, he knows he’s on the right track and begins to suck and stroke in earnest.
He loves this. He loves the taste, the heavy weight on his tongue. He loves slowly unraveling Johnny’s control, until the man is panting and shaking beneath him. He loves knowing that it’s his mouth and his tongue causing all those moans and cries. He loves it and he never, ever wants to stop.
Michael stops.
Blinking slowly, Johnny exhales and lifts his head, staring down. His eyes are dazed, his lips wet and red. “What is it?”
One still hand remains wrapped around Johnny’s cock. Hesitating, lips so close to skin that they brush it with every movement, Michael asks, “Where is this going?”
“What?” Johnny’s hand untangles itself. “What d'ya mean, where is this goin'? I thought it was pretty fuckin' clear that comin' is--”
“No,” Michael quickly interrupts, shooting a sheepish glance upward. “Not this, I know where this is going. I meant-- I meant us.”
For a long, horrifying moment, there is only silence.
“Are ya shittin’ me?”
Michael winces. “I--”
“Seriously, now?” Johnny’s voice is full of disbelief and impatience, but he doesn’t exactly sound mad. That’s got to be a good sign. “Ya wanna have the relationship talk now?”
“Not a good time?”
“No, not a good time!” Shaking his head, Johnny brushes his fingers along Michael’s jaw line. “You’re ridiculous, babe, ya know that? Fuckin' ridiculous.” He says it like it’s a compliment.
“I just thought-- we’ve been dating for five months and--”
Johnny grins. “An' ya decided ta have a serious discussion about the future of our relationship while suckin' me off.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” In retrospect, maybe he should have thought about this for more than a second.
“All righ'.” Johnny looks away, brow furrowing. “All righ', well, how’s this? I love ya. I love bein' with ya. I’m kind of hopin' you’ll move in soon and I’m sure as fuck hopin' I get ta spend a lot more time with ya in the future. I’m committed ta doin' whatever the fuck it takes for that ta happen. Gladly.”
Michael’s smile is wide and probably a little goofy-looking, but he doesn’t care. Too much. “Really?”
“Really.” Grasping Michael’s free hand, Johnny lifts it to his mouth for a quick kiss. “On that note, about what ya were doin' before...”
“Right!” Bringing Johnny’s cock back into his mouth, he pauses to add, “I’d like to move in sometime.”
“Good, then it’s settle-- oh sweet fuck, just like that.”
Oh, yeah. He’s good.
***
geenaColor: Alice Blue 20. it sounds uncommon nonsense
Supplies and Styles: Brush (loquacious), feathers
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 838
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Time and Place.
Summary: Michael and Johnny have the relationship talk.
Notes: This occurs in November of 2008.
***
The news is exceptionally boring, even for being the news. A few robberies, a couple gang fights, and one oddly in-depth story about a protest, if seven people can really be called that. It’s so boring that Michael actually finds himself wishing he hadn’t balanced his accounts two nights earlier. He has no idea how Johnny can stand it, let alone insist on watching something so coma-inducing, but he has a sneaking suspicion that he’s just making sure no one they know has been arrested.
At least that would be interesting.
“Johnny,” he complains (and certainly does not whine, thank you). “I can feel my brain leaking out of my skull.”
“Stop exaggeratin', it’ll be over in ten minutes.” Johnny shifts, draping an arm over Michael’s shoulders.
“Seriously, ten more minutes of this?”
Johnny barely restrains his eye roll. “Ten minutes. Ya don’ haveta watch this, ya know. That bored, ya can go find somethin' else ta entertain ya.”
Now there’s an idea.
Michael nods, leaning forward and sliding off the couch. Unceremoniously dropping to his knees, he shoves the coffee table out of the way and crawls into the space between Johnny’s sprawled legs, pleased with how perfectly he fits. “Okay.”
“No,” Johnny tells him, eyes widening the tiniest bit as he takes in the sight before him. “I’m watchin' this, Michael, I’m not--”
“You said to entertain myself. I’m entertained.” Michael smiles. One hand snakes up Johnny’s thigh, rubbing along his inseam before reaching his fly and tugging. Within a few seconds the jeans are open and he’s carefully pulling Johnny’s cock free, licking his lips.
“Michael...”
He makes a fist, stroking Johnny slowly, entranced by the sight of him gradually growing harder. One quick lick to the tip and Michael asks, “Should I stop?”
With a sigh, Johnny scrambles for the remote and turns the television off. Perfect.
Michael is, not to boast or anything, very, very good at this. He’s skilled, a combination of natural talent and decades of practice, and he knows exactly how to drive a man insane with only a few flutters of his tongue. So when he presses in, savoring the musky scent while simultaneously wrapping his lips around Johnny’s cock, he’s not entirely surprised by the sharp groan that follows and allows himself to beam with pride as he sets a punishing rhythm. When Johnny’s fingers tightly thread through his hair, he knows he’s on the right track and begins to suck and stroke in earnest.
He loves this. He loves the taste, the heavy weight on his tongue. He loves slowly unraveling Johnny’s control, until the man is panting and shaking beneath him. He loves knowing that it’s his mouth and his tongue causing all those moans and cries. He loves it and he never, ever wants to stop.
Michael stops.
Blinking slowly, Johnny exhales and lifts his head, staring down. His eyes are dazed, his lips wet and red. “What is it?”
One still hand remains wrapped around Johnny’s cock. Hesitating, lips so close to skin that they brush it with every movement, Michael asks, “Where is this going?”
“What?” Johnny’s hand untangles itself. “What d'ya mean, where is this goin'? I thought it was pretty fuckin' clear that comin' is--”
“No,” Michael quickly interrupts, shooting a sheepish glance upward. “Not this, I know where this is going. I meant-- I meant us.”
For a long, horrifying moment, there is only silence.
“Are ya shittin’ me?”
Michael winces. “I--”
“Seriously, now?” Johnny’s voice is full of disbelief and impatience, but he doesn’t exactly sound mad. That’s got to be a good sign. “Ya wanna have the relationship talk now?”
“Not a good time?”
“No, not a good time!” Shaking his head, Johnny brushes his fingers along Michael’s jaw line. “You’re ridiculous, babe, ya know that? Fuckin' ridiculous.” He says it like it’s a compliment.
“I just thought-- we’ve been dating for five months and--”
Johnny grins. “An' ya decided ta have a serious discussion about the future of our relationship while suckin' me off.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” In retrospect, maybe he should have thought about this for more than a second.
“All righ'.” Johnny looks away, brow furrowing. “All righ', well, how’s this? I love ya. I love bein' with ya. I’m kind of hopin' you’ll move in soon and I’m sure as fuck hopin' I get ta spend a lot more time with ya in the future. I’m committed ta doin' whatever the fuck it takes for that ta happen. Gladly.”
Michael’s smile is wide and probably a little goofy-looking, but he doesn’t care. Too much. “Really?”
“Really.” Grasping Michael’s free hand, Johnny lifts it to his mouth for a quick kiss. “On that note, about what ya were doin' before...”
“Right!” Bringing Johnny’s cock back into his mouth, he pauses to add, “I’d like to move in sometime.”
“Good, then it’s settle-- oh sweet fuck, just like that.”
Oh, yeah. He’s good.
***
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I love what a clear picture of Michael and Johnny I get from this, through both their actions and their choice of words, though it's the first thing I've read with them in it.
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Nice job.
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YES.
Michael, you MADE HIM HAVE THE TALK OVER A BLOWJOB. You are cruel. I luff you. I luffs your IRL parents for bringing me your glorious cruelty. Thank you, Michael. Thank you, people responsible for Michael. Esp., the author of this.