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nnyI'm officially insane.
I've been writing the past couple of days, which is great- not a *lot*, and not long stories, but it's definitely progress. I now have a couple of bunnies for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maeglinyedi's Worst Nightmare challenge- sounds like it'd fit perfectly with the way I write- atmospheric, with Very Little Plot. I need to work on my plotting skills, since it seems to be that I just get scared and avoid it in the main. This is Bad.
I have been sleeping at even stranger times than usual. And I've been RPing frantically, and am feeling distinctly schizophrenic. *g*
Anyway, to ensure that this post isn't *entirely* pointless, here's a bit of smut. It's not even worthy of being called a PWP, because I think those generally need a beginning, middle and end. This is just random sex, mostly to see if I could.
Forvileseagulls, who I wrote this to in chat. *g*
Charlie walks over to Remus and sits next to him, placing a hand on the back of his neck and stroking lightly. His callused fingers catch a little on the soft skin, making Remus shiver.
Remus looks over at Oliver, wondering how he's reacting to this, but the other man is leaning back on his elbows, watching Charlie with heavy-lidded eyes as his lover replaces his hand with his mouth, licking and sucking at the nape of Remus's neck. The werewolf's eyes slide shut and he moans.
There’s a presence on the other side of him, then Oliver's voice, warm breath caressing his ear as the boy hisses "Christ, but you're lovely." He feels he should answer, should protest the lie, but the movements of Charlie's hand as it inches up his thigh have him completely distracted.
Oliver watches over his shoulder as Charlie undoes his robes, reaching inside. Remus reaches out a hand, as if to stop him- they're both far too young, and he's a werewolf for Merlin's sake- but Oliver bites down on the lobe of his ear and the protests die in his throat.
Charlie's hand is large, warm and like heaven on his cock, and he moans again, leaning back on Oliver's shoulder as the two men lean forward to kiss one another above him. They're so right together, so clearly in love that he can't quite believe that they want him, but- as Charlie leans down to kiss him, lowering him gently to the floor, as Oliver crawls out from behind him and moves around to beside Charlie, bending down to take Remus's cock in his mouth "Merlin!" clearly they do.
He arches up into Oliver's mouth, craning his neck to watch as Charlie moves behind Oliver, reaching around to take his lover's cock in his hand, and Oliver moans around him and it feels fucking fantastic and like the top of his head is going to come off and when Charlie sucks his finger, pushes it slowly inside the other man, when Oliver moans again, Remus can't hold back and comes hard.
Remus just breathes for a minute, desperately trying to regain his balance, to make the world make sense again. There is the sound of clothes rustling beside him, and when he opens his eyes again, sits up a little way, he bites his lip at the sight he's presented with.
Charlie and Oliver are both naked, Charlie kneeling behind Oliver who's on all fours. Oliver is keening softly as Charlie's finger pushes in and out of him, the redhead fumbling in the pockets of his discarded trousers with the other hand. He manages to extract a small jar and removes his finger (to a wail from Oliver), coating two fingers in a creamy white lotion before pushing them back inside his lover.
"Aah, Christ, man," Oliver moans, pushing back to fuck himself on Charlie's fingers. Charlie groans, and coats his cock liberally with the lotion, pulling his fingers from Oliver and pushing slowly inside.
Oliver braces his arms on the floor, forcing himself backward fast onto his lover's cock, and Charlie cries out, grabbing Oliver's hips almost bruisingly and slamming into him. The muscles are outlined on Oliver's arms as he pushes himself back, a constant stream of soft swear words leaving his lips.
Charlie's mouth is open, face flushed as he pants loudly, pumping steadily into Oliver until he finally cries out, collapsing forward over the other man's back. Oliver's arms shake under the weight and he falls forward, tilting himself to one side so that Charlie falls beside him rather than on top.
The redhead lies on his back, panting, eyes half closed, and after calling his name a couple of times Oliver gives up and looks at Remus pleadingly. "God, please..."
Remus crawls over to him, and Oliver grabs the back of his neck, pulling him forward for a harsh, desperate kiss. It’s almost like he’s wanted for something other than sex, and he relishes the kiss, the taste of himself still faintly in the other man's mouth.
Then he smiles wickedly and kisses down Oliver's throat, licking his collarbone and down to his nipple, sucking gently as the man moans above him.
Remus sucks gently on the nipple for a moment before moving across to the other one, running the tip of his tongue across it before nipping at it gently, making Oliver swear.
He moves down onto Oliver's stomach, abdomen, the other man leaning back on his elbows to give him easier access as he moves closer... and then he veers sideways, across Oliver's hip, his thigh, as Oliver keens above him.
He could get used to hearing that noise.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckRemusfuck*please*christ"
Remus smirks up at him, then leans over and licks the head of Oliver's cock, the bead of bitter liquid that has gathered there.
Oliver cries out, and Remus hears Charlie moan off somewhere to the right but can’t draw his attention away from the task in front of him.
He wraps his hand around the base of Oliver's cock, slipping the head inside his mouth and moving down until his lips touch his fist. He moves his head and his hand in rhythm, Oliver moaning steadily above him, then, deciding he is up to the challenge, he removes his hand, relaxing his throat as he takes Oliver in until his nose is buried in wiry dark hair.
Oliver swears loudly, echoed by Charlie, and Remus laughs around him, making Oliver arch his back and clench a fist in his hair.
He hums as he moves his head upward and back down, and that is all it takes to make Oliver come, writhing and crying out beneath him. He pulls off, licking his lips, and looking up at Charlie.
"Yeah," says the redhead speculatively, "I think we'll keep you."
I've been writing the past couple of days, which is great- not a *lot*, and not long stories, but it's definitely progress. I now have a couple of bunnies for
maeglinyedi's Worst Nightmare challenge- sounds like it'd fit perfectly with the way I write- atmospheric, with Very Little Plot. I need to work on my plotting skills, since it seems to be that I just get scared and avoid it in the main. This is Bad.I have been sleeping at even stranger times than usual. And I've been RPing frantically, and am feeling distinctly schizophrenic. *g*
Anyway, to ensure that this post isn't *entirely* pointless, here's a bit of smut. It's not even worthy of being called a PWP, because I think those generally need a beginning, middle and end. This is just random sex, mostly to see if I could.
For
vileseagulls, who I wrote this to in chat. *g*Charlie walks over to Remus and sits next to him, placing a hand on the back of his neck and stroking lightly. His callused fingers catch a little on the soft skin, making Remus shiver.
Remus looks over at Oliver, wondering how he's reacting to this, but the other man is leaning back on his elbows, watching Charlie with heavy-lidded eyes as his lover replaces his hand with his mouth, licking and sucking at the nape of Remus's neck. The werewolf's eyes slide shut and he moans.
There’s a presence on the other side of him, then Oliver's voice, warm breath caressing his ear as the boy hisses "Christ, but you're lovely." He feels he should answer, should protest the lie, but the movements of Charlie's hand as it inches up his thigh have him completely distracted.
Oliver watches over his shoulder as Charlie undoes his robes, reaching inside. Remus reaches out a hand, as if to stop him- they're both far too young, and he's a werewolf for Merlin's sake- but Oliver bites down on the lobe of his ear and the protests die in his throat.
Charlie's hand is large, warm and like heaven on his cock, and he moans again, leaning back on Oliver's shoulder as the two men lean forward to kiss one another above him. They're so right together, so clearly in love that he can't quite believe that they want him, but- as Charlie leans down to kiss him, lowering him gently to the floor, as Oliver crawls out from behind him and moves around to beside Charlie, bending down to take Remus's cock in his mouth "Merlin!" clearly they do.
He arches up into Oliver's mouth, craning his neck to watch as Charlie moves behind Oliver, reaching around to take his lover's cock in his hand, and Oliver moans around him and it feels fucking fantastic and like the top of his head is going to come off and when Charlie sucks his finger, pushes it slowly inside the other man, when Oliver moans again, Remus can't hold back and comes hard.
Remus just breathes for a minute, desperately trying to regain his balance, to make the world make sense again. There is the sound of clothes rustling beside him, and when he opens his eyes again, sits up a little way, he bites his lip at the sight he's presented with.
Charlie and Oliver are both naked, Charlie kneeling behind Oliver who's on all fours. Oliver is keening softly as Charlie's finger pushes in and out of him, the redhead fumbling in the pockets of his discarded trousers with the other hand. He manages to extract a small jar and removes his finger (to a wail from Oliver), coating two fingers in a creamy white lotion before pushing them back inside his lover.
"Aah, Christ, man," Oliver moans, pushing back to fuck himself on Charlie's fingers. Charlie groans, and coats his cock liberally with the lotion, pulling his fingers from Oliver and pushing slowly inside.
Oliver braces his arms on the floor, forcing himself backward fast onto his lover's cock, and Charlie cries out, grabbing Oliver's hips almost bruisingly and slamming into him. The muscles are outlined on Oliver's arms as he pushes himself back, a constant stream of soft swear words leaving his lips.
Charlie's mouth is open, face flushed as he pants loudly, pumping steadily into Oliver until he finally cries out, collapsing forward over the other man's back. Oliver's arms shake under the weight and he falls forward, tilting himself to one side so that Charlie falls beside him rather than on top.
The redhead lies on his back, panting, eyes half closed, and after calling his name a couple of times Oliver gives up and looks at Remus pleadingly. "God, please..."
Remus crawls over to him, and Oliver grabs the back of his neck, pulling him forward for a harsh, desperate kiss. It’s almost like he’s wanted for something other than sex, and he relishes the kiss, the taste of himself still faintly in the other man's mouth.
Then he smiles wickedly and kisses down Oliver's throat, licking his collarbone and down to his nipple, sucking gently as the man moans above him.
Remus sucks gently on the nipple for a moment before moving across to the other one, running the tip of his tongue across it before nipping at it gently, making Oliver swear.
He moves down onto Oliver's stomach, abdomen, the other man leaning back on his elbows to give him easier access as he moves closer... and then he veers sideways, across Oliver's hip, his thigh, as Oliver keens above him.
He could get used to hearing that noise.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckRemusfuck*please*christ"
Remus smirks up at him, then leans over and licks the head of Oliver's cock, the bead of bitter liquid that has gathered there.
Oliver cries out, and Remus hears Charlie moan off somewhere to the right but can’t draw his attention away from the task in front of him.
He wraps his hand around the base of Oliver's cock, slipping the head inside his mouth and moving down until his lips touch his fist. He moves his head and his hand in rhythm, Oliver moaning steadily above him, then, deciding he is up to the challenge, he removes his hand, relaxing his throat as he takes Oliver in until his nose is buried in wiry dark hair.
Oliver swears loudly, echoed by Charlie, and Remus laughs around him, making Oliver arch his back and clench a fist in his hair.
He hums as he moves his head upward and back down, and that is all it takes to make Oliver come, writhing and crying out beneath him. He pulls off, licking his lips, and looking up at Charlie.
"Yeah," says the redhead speculatively, "I think we'll keep you."
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Date: 2004-02-29 11:42 am (UTC)You're my hero.