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jaebilityTitle: Face Down
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verdictlesslife
Word count: 374
Characters: Ben and Dan
Summary: Buttsecks!
Warnings: ...Buttsecks!
A/N: For porn_battle at IJ.
Chest on the flat rock, face down in the sandy dirt, the rest of him burning like whiskey and fever and sin. God, he's dripping with sweat - hard and hot and hot even though the desert's a cold blue and the campfire's sputtered into grey coals. He can see about jack shit, but fuck his vision - what he can feel -
"Dan," Wade laugh-breaths into his ear, sending Dan's skin into shivers. "I like your voice, Dan. Nobody around - go ahead."
The jeans burn as they shove them down and there's rock and grit under his cheek, but that don't matter - Dan can't think beyond his cock right now. He lifts his hips as Wade pushes in, thumbs tattooing bruises onto Dan's back. He grunts and strains forward in spite of himself, but Wade bends in, his breath on Dan's throat followed by lips, teeth, tongue. He pushes again and Dan's hands scramble across the sweat-slicked stone and he gasps a burning lungful of thick air. God, it hurts and arouses and there's a spot in there somewhere that feels like heaven -
"Come on, Dan," Wade says, and then pauses to thrust and thrust and thrust, "let me hear you."
"Shut up - just shut up."
Wade rubs his chin across the back of Dan's neck and ruffles his hair with another chuckle, but he obeys for once in his goddamn life. His palms make circles on Dan's heaving sides before Wade reaches around to cover Dan's cock with his hand. It's rough and callused and does he know how damn good that feels? His fingers smear sticky wetness over the head of it and Dan clamps his mouth shut against the pleasure because like hell is he going to give Wade any satisfaction -
When Wade comes, his fist clenches tight around Dan's cock and he shoves hard, crushing Dan against the stone. He murmurs something, but the scraping rock and the dry dust and the fire glow and the slide of skin on skin and the spilling warmth make it impossible to think or do anything other than come, too, with a grunt and pleasure-closed eyes.
It'll hurt like hell to ride, but the completeness he feels now is worth tomorrow's pain.
Author:
verdictlesslifeWord count: 374
Characters: Ben and Dan
Summary: Buttsecks!
Warnings: ...Buttsecks!
A/N: For porn_battle at IJ.
Chest on the flat rock, face down in the sandy dirt, the rest of him burning like whiskey and fever and sin. God, he's dripping with sweat - hard and hot and hot even though the desert's a cold blue and the campfire's sputtered into grey coals. He can see about jack shit, but fuck his vision - what he can feel -
"Dan," Wade laugh-breaths into his ear, sending Dan's skin into shivers. "I like your voice, Dan. Nobody around - go ahead."
The jeans burn as they shove them down and there's rock and grit under his cheek, but that don't matter - Dan can't think beyond his cock right now. He lifts his hips as Wade pushes in, thumbs tattooing bruises onto Dan's back. He grunts and strains forward in spite of himself, but Wade bends in, his breath on Dan's throat followed by lips, teeth, tongue. He pushes again and Dan's hands scramble across the sweat-slicked stone and he gasps a burning lungful of thick air. God, it hurts and arouses and there's a spot in there somewhere that feels like heaven -
"Come on, Dan," Wade says, and then pauses to thrust and thrust and thrust, "let me hear you."
"Shut up - just shut up."
Wade rubs his chin across the back of Dan's neck and ruffles his hair with another chuckle, but he obeys for once in his goddamn life. His palms make circles on Dan's heaving sides before Wade reaches around to cover Dan's cock with his hand. It's rough and callused and does he know how damn good that feels? His fingers smear sticky wetness over the head of it and Dan clamps his mouth shut against the pleasure because like hell is he going to give Wade any satisfaction -
When Wade comes, his fist clenches tight around Dan's cock and he shoves hard, crushing Dan against the stone. He murmurs something, but the scraping rock and the dry dust and the fire glow and the slide of skin on skin and the spilling warmth make it impossible to think or do anything other than come, too, with a grunt and pleasure-closed eyes.
It'll hurt like hell to ride, but the completeness he feels now is worth tomorrow's pain.
