Title: Writhing equals fun
Author: Psychotic Scam
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don't own Eight Below. It belongs respectively to Walt Disney Pictures and SpyGlass Entertainment. I only rent. No suing me.
Summary:
Beta: None.
Warning: Slash.
Author's Note: Again, this is slash. Ain't your cup o' tea, then see that button at the top left corner of your screen that says 'BACK'? Click it. I was so stumped on a title for this. ((headdesk))
Prompt: #2 - Writhe ((69 Smut Chart))
Word Count:
It feels wonderful to have Jerry under him, writhing with want and need and lust. And he's only sucking on his neck. If this is the reaction he gets, Davis'll have to make sure he goes further next time. Jerry's hands have concluded that yes, they have a mind of their own, and are now exploring every inch of Davis's body, tracing each line of tear and worn and each muscle. Sure, there were times where Davis thought about the wrongness of this, not only that he was cheating on his wife, but that it was with a man. But hell, who couldn't resist a writhing beauty such as Jerry. Mouth parted slightly, breathing heavy, chest rising and falling with each huff, a sheen coat of sweat drenching his forehead, hands clutching at the bedding beneath him, back arched, hips bucking franticly. God, it was a wet dream come true. Davis leaned down again to nuzzle the man's neck, lapping at the dip in the collar bone, then licking a hot stripe up the hollow of Jerry's neck, coming to an end at the powerful jaw line which he kisses lightly as his hands came to rest on Jerry's cheeks and rotate his head so Davis could kiss him properly. He tasted of crackers and coffee, considering that was the last thing they had devoured, and the feel of his tongue rambling with Jerry's excited him even more. Jerry gave the moan that Davis loved, and his hands sought out his hips. He pulled back to stare into his guide's flushed face, only now noticing how harsh his breathing had become.
"You're so beautiful," He whispered, leaning in to suckle on the lobe of his ear, dipping his tongue into the hollow of it, eliciting a whimper from Jerry. He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of that. He pushed him back once more, his hands holding down his hips, and crashed their lips together, teeth clashing, tongues raving.