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Poor li'l zinc guy :(
I feel in the mood to write smut. XP Fox/Collin smut, it would appear.
Fox stretched out on the bed, stretching until he could feel it in every muscle, stretching until his joints popped. On the other side of the room he could feel Collin watching him, and he tensed in preparation for the expected pounce, curling back in on himself.
But nothing happened. Rolling onto his stomach, Fox turned his head to stare at his best friend. Collin had a book on his lap, but he wasn't reading. He was staring past Fox, at some inane point on the wall.
Fox frowned. Damnit, he was naked. His boyfirend's attention should be firmly fixed on him. He stretched langrously again in a way he knew made his ever-firm arse dimple and his narrow shoulders twitch seductively. Well, really they just twitched, but if Collin was in the right mood everything Fox did was seductive.
And yet he remained unpounced.
Fox sighed. He had a cunning plan, but he wasn't sure he was in the mood for a cunning plan. He'd rather just pounce Collin. But since Collin wasn't in that kind of mood, it seemed, Fox supposed he wanted to be the victim of a cunning plan. Pouncing had more immediate results though.
Pouting, just enough to be obvious whilst still managing to retain deniability, Fox grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the floor and pulled them on, turning his back on Collin to do so. It took a lot of self-control not to glance behind him to see if Collin had noticed this show of self-consciousness, but when Fox turned to leave the room he was disappointed to see that Collin was still staring at the same patch of wall as he had been before.
Clearly Collin was playing hard to get.
Fox sprawled out on the sofabed, digging the remote control out of the recesses of one of the arms. He started channel hopping, turning the volume up enough to annoy Collin, if he really was reading. After maybe five minute Collin wadnered into the room, book still in hand. Fox watched him expectantly, but Collin ignored him and started searching the bookshelves.
Fox cocked his head to one side. "Whatcha looking for?" he asked, voice soft but not overtly sultry.
"Dictionary," Collin mumbled, glancing over as though he'd only just noticed Fox was in the room.
Apprehension gripped Fox. Was Collin really not in the mood? Not playing hard to get, but wanting not to be got at all?
His own language confused him so Fox put the concens out of his head. He vaguely remembered Collin reading that book last night while they watched the Simpsons, and on a hunch he groped under the sofa to produce the chunky dictionary.
"Here," he said, waving it in the air.
"Chuck it to me," Collin commanded.
"I don't wanna hurt you, boss," Fox warned. "It's pretty heavy."
Collin sighed and walked over to the couch. Fox had positioned himself in such a way that he couldn't hold the book at an angle which would allow Collin to reach it easily, so the blond boy was forced to walk around the piece of furniture to take it off Fox.
As soon as he did so Fox drew his legs into his chest to make room for him on the couch. Collin looked at the space for a moment, but couldn't refuse the invitation and sat down. Fox extended his legs again then, effectively pinning Collin to the seat. Rolling on to his back, Fox turned the volume on the television right down so Colin would appreciate that Fox was willing to allow him to concentrate on his book, and stared at the ceiling.
After a while, Fox sighed and shifted position. Collin moved too, to remain comfortable. Fox tugged idly at his nipple ring. Collin turned a page (for the first time, Fox noticed). Fox changed channel. Collin gritted his teeth, and Fox changed it back again. Collin sighed and shifted position, and Fox moved accordingly.
Slowly but surely, Fox was slding into Collin's lap. He was wondering how much longer he would have to play this game. It was all very well pretending to be uninterested to get the attention of Collin, who was also pretending to be uninterested, but Fox was also getting horny now and it was hard to look uninterested with bulging pants. At least he'd put pants on, he consoled himself.
Suddenly, rather unexpectedly, one of Collin's hands brushed the waistband of Fox's sweatpants. Fox jumped, and the hand jerked away, but Fox forced himself to lie still and keep from sucking his stomach in as that cold hand returned to rove. Eventually it found the cord that ran through hte waistband and started to play with it, tugging it and wrapping his fingers around it. Fox kept staring at the ceiling, letting Collin take his time.
That cold hand left the pants, then, and started creeping up Fox's belly. He couldn't help it, he sucked his stomach in. Collin froze, letitng his hand hang until Fox breathed out and relaxed.
"Your fingers are cold," Fox said quietly, a hint of sullenness in his voice. This wasn't how his cunning plan had been supposed to go. He certainly hadn't wanted to acknowledge that Collin was doing anything. The whole point was to pretend right up until the sex that they weren't going to have sex.
"Sorry," Collin said, and pulled his hand away. Fox sat up a bit and looked at him. Collin was staring at his book, the cold hand now resting on the dictionary in his lap. Fox was struck with an idea.
"Shall I put that back on the shelf for you, boss?" he purred.
"The dictionary? Feel free." Colling still didn't look up.
Fox swung his legs around, off Collin's lap, so that he was sitting up straight, and leant sideways to retrieve the book. Well, it wasn't his fault if he lost his balance, was it? Mising the book by millimetres, he had a hand of hot crotch. Falling off the couch altogether he let himself slide sideways so that his other hand could make a wild flail and end up on one of Collin's knees while his chin whacked itself on the other, effectively spreading Collin's legs.
Collin dropped his book abruptly. Fox stared up at him, keeping his hands still. Collin looked him in the eye then, glowering. Picking up the dictionary, since his text was now lying on the floor, he gave Fox a light tap on the head with it.
"I have to read this," he scolded.
"You don't want to," Fox growled smoothly.
"That's not the point," Collin muttered peevishly. "Honestly, can't I get one assignment done without being molested by you?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Fox pouted. He started to take his hand off Collin's crotch, but suddenly that cold hand was back again, gripping his wrist and forcing him to keep his hand where it was. Fox chuckled, a low and sultry sound. Nimble fingers undid the fly of Collin's jeans and slipped inside.
Damn, Collin was hard. Fox had expected to find him horny, but if it had been him like that he'd have had Collin up against the wall hours ago. Fox wondered breifly whether to extend his cunning plan to wind Collin up a bit further, but he figured that by playing with Fox's pants Collin had already shown plenty of willingness. His boy would rather go without than beg, Fox knew.
Twisting his fingers around Collin's underware, Fox began to brush his cock with teasing finger tips. Collin growled.
"You'll have to take your pants off," Fox said in a no nonsense voice. "My hand won't bend like that. Too much material."
Collin growled again, but lifted his hips so Fox to slide the jeans down. Fox took the liberty off slipping them all the way down, pulling them right off, and then he tugged at Collin's ankles so the shorter young man folowed them off the couch and found himself settled on Fox's lap.
"We don't want you having all the fun," Fox smirked, pressing his lips to Collin's. He moved so that he was sitting crosslegged, Colling comfortable in the depresson between his legs, closer enough for them to put pressure on each other as they began to rub together, but not so close that they hurt or injured one another. Dear god, that was the last thing either of them wanted.
Collin wrapped one arm aorund Fox's shoulders to steady himself as he wrapped his legs around Fox's waist to gain enough leverage to really grind their hips together. His other hand slid down the back of the sweatpants, which were falling down anyway, and start groping Fox.
They kissed, hard, passionate, fiery, tongues presse against each other. Fox closed his eyes at first, but he knew Collin preferred that to be able to look into them, so he forced himself to open them and look back. Unforunately, they were too close, and Fox went cross-eyed, something that made Collin spluttered with laughter. Fox refused to let him break the kiss though, and cupped the back of his head with one hand.
Collin tried to pull back again, and succeeded in turning his head for a moment, gasping for air. Fox traced kisses along his cheekbone and down his jawline.
"Bedroom," Collin breathed. Fox shook his head, hair tickling Collin's face. One hand groped blindly around the couch, eventually digging under the sofa cushions to produce a rather squashed tube of lube.
Both of them leant back, Collin propping himself up on his arms, and Fox wriggled the sweatpants down until his erection was exposed. Collin was still wearing his boxer, but after a brief speculative look Fox literally ripped them off him. Collin wanted to snap at him for ruining some perfectly good underwear, but there was something flamboyantly romantic about the gesture that made him bite his lip.
Neither of them was in the mood for much foreplay. Fox, in his haste, managed to get lube not only on his fingers and his cock, but also all over his sweatpants, the carpet, and Collin. He shot Collin an embarrassed look. Collin wa shaking with silent laughter at the sheer symbolism. While he was thus distracted Fox pressed cold slick fingers into his arse, making Collin gasp.
"Cold hand!" Collin compained, breath coming in short pants. His clutched at Fox's shoulder, fingers clenching spasmodically. Fox grinned at him.
He let Collin judge when he was ready, and the younger man moved up and away from the skilled fingers, not wanting to, but knowing that no matter how long and nimble Fox's fingers were they weren't what he wanted inside of him. Bending forwards, pressing his head to Fox's shoulder, he lowered himself onto Fox's erection.
Perhaps the slip with the lube had been prophetic, because it took hardly anything before both boys were making their love known to the rest of the dorm. Fox came with an inarticulate howl, head thrown back and back arched. Collin came in gasps and shouts, stretching "Kailen" out far beyond it's three syllables. Both had hands bracing themselves against the floor, and when they relaxed Fox collapsed backwards with Collin sprawling on top of him.
"Mrrp," Fox told his boyfriend. Collin nuzzled his neck. "Did you enjoy being seduced?" Fox murmured, hands with the weave of the carpter imprinted in them moving to embrace the blond.
"Thought I was seducing you," Collin mumbled. "Playing hard to get." He pushed Fox's hands away and pressed closer to him.
Fox frowned, but he could feel the post-coital sleepiness sneaking up on him and he couldn't focus properly. He reached around Collin again, but Collin caught his arm and pushed it away again.
"What's wrong?" Fox asked, drowsiness fading as apprehension took it's place.
"You've got cold hands," Collin told him. "Slimy. Go wash them, then snuggle."
Fox laughed. "Sure thing, boss," he grinned, levering himself off of the floor. "But you have to go and curl up the bed, 'kay? You're hands aren't exactly toasty either."
They disentangled themselves and clambered to their feet, Collin pulling his jeans up and Fox kicking his pants off. Fox leant over and kissed him gently, arms curling around his boyfriend to hold him at just the right angle.
"Love you," he said.
"Love you t- wait, did you just put lube in my hair?"
Ive been manign to write a BMB fic for ages. I actually meant to write Skids and Tybalt first, but oh well ^_^
Poor li'l zinc guy :(
I feel in the mood to write smut. XP Fox/Collin smut, it would appear.
Fox stretched out on the bed, stretching until he could feel it in every muscle, stretching until his joints popped. On the other side of the room he could feel Collin watching him, and he tensed in preparation for the expected pounce, curling back in on himself.
But nothing happened. Rolling onto his stomach, Fox turned his head to stare at his best friend. Collin had a book on his lap, but he wasn't reading. He was staring past Fox, at some inane point on the wall.
Fox frowned. Damnit, he was naked. His boyfirend's attention should be firmly fixed on him. He stretched langrously again in a way he knew made his ever-firm arse dimple and his narrow shoulders twitch seductively. Well, really they just twitched, but if Collin was in the right mood everything Fox did was seductive.
And yet he remained unpounced.
Fox sighed. He had a cunning plan, but he wasn't sure he was in the mood for a cunning plan. He'd rather just pounce Collin. But since Collin wasn't in that kind of mood, it seemed, Fox supposed he wanted to be the victim of a cunning plan. Pouncing had more immediate results though.
Pouting, just enough to be obvious whilst still managing to retain deniability, Fox grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the floor and pulled them on, turning his back on Collin to do so. It took a lot of self-control not to glance behind him to see if Collin had noticed this show of self-consciousness, but when Fox turned to leave the room he was disappointed to see that Collin was still staring at the same patch of wall as he had been before.
Clearly Collin was playing hard to get.
Fox sprawled out on the sofabed, digging the remote control out of the recesses of one of the arms. He started channel hopping, turning the volume up enough to annoy Collin, if he really was reading. After maybe five minute Collin wadnered into the room, book still in hand. Fox watched him expectantly, but Collin ignored him and started searching the bookshelves.
Fox cocked his head to one side. "Whatcha looking for?" he asked, voice soft but not overtly sultry.
"Dictionary," Collin mumbled, glancing over as though he'd only just noticed Fox was in the room.
Apprehension gripped Fox. Was Collin really not in the mood? Not playing hard to get, but wanting not to be got at all?
His own language confused him so Fox put the concens out of his head. He vaguely remembered Collin reading that book last night while they watched the Simpsons, and on a hunch he groped under the sofa to produce the chunky dictionary.
"Here," he said, waving it in the air.
"Chuck it to me," Collin commanded.
"I don't wanna hurt you, boss," Fox warned. "It's pretty heavy."
Collin sighed and walked over to the couch. Fox had positioned himself in such a way that he couldn't hold the book at an angle which would allow Collin to reach it easily, so the blond boy was forced to walk around the piece of furniture to take it off Fox.
As soon as he did so Fox drew his legs into his chest to make room for him on the couch. Collin looked at the space for a moment, but couldn't refuse the invitation and sat down. Fox extended his legs again then, effectively pinning Collin to the seat. Rolling on to his back, Fox turned the volume on the television right down so Colin would appreciate that Fox was willing to allow him to concentrate on his book, and stared at the ceiling.
After a while, Fox sighed and shifted position. Collin moved too, to remain comfortable. Fox tugged idly at his nipple ring. Collin turned a page (for the first time, Fox noticed). Fox changed channel. Collin gritted his teeth, and Fox changed it back again. Collin sighed and shifted position, and Fox moved accordingly.
Slowly but surely, Fox was slding into Collin's lap. He was wondering how much longer he would have to play this game. It was all very well pretending to be uninterested to get the attention of Collin, who was also pretending to be uninterested, but Fox was also getting horny now and it was hard to look uninterested with bulging pants. At least he'd put pants on, he consoled himself.
Suddenly, rather unexpectedly, one of Collin's hands brushed the waistband of Fox's sweatpants. Fox jumped, and the hand jerked away, but Fox forced himself to lie still and keep from sucking his stomach in as that cold hand returned to rove. Eventually it found the cord that ran through hte waistband and started to play with it, tugging it and wrapping his fingers around it. Fox kept staring at the ceiling, letting Collin take his time.
That cold hand left the pants, then, and started creeping up Fox's belly. He couldn't help it, he sucked his stomach in. Collin froze, letitng his hand hang until Fox breathed out and relaxed.
"Your fingers are cold," Fox said quietly, a hint of sullenness in his voice. This wasn't how his cunning plan had been supposed to go. He certainly hadn't wanted to acknowledge that Collin was doing anything. The whole point was to pretend right up until the sex that they weren't going to have sex.
"Sorry," Collin said, and pulled his hand away. Fox sat up a bit and looked at him. Collin was staring at his book, the cold hand now resting on the dictionary in his lap. Fox was struck with an idea.
"Shall I put that back on the shelf for you, boss?" he purred.
"The dictionary? Feel free." Colling still didn't look up.
Fox swung his legs around, off Collin's lap, so that he was sitting up straight, and leant sideways to retrieve the book. Well, it wasn't his fault if he lost his balance, was it? Mising the book by millimetres, he had a hand of hot crotch. Falling off the couch altogether he let himself slide sideways so that his other hand could make a wild flail and end up on one of Collin's knees while his chin whacked itself on the other, effectively spreading Collin's legs.
Collin dropped his book abruptly. Fox stared up at him, keeping his hands still. Collin looked him in the eye then, glowering. Picking up the dictionary, since his text was now lying on the floor, he gave Fox a light tap on the head with it.
"I have to read this," he scolded.
"You don't want to," Fox growled smoothly.
"That's not the point," Collin muttered peevishly. "Honestly, can't I get one assignment done without being molested by you?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Fox pouted. He started to take his hand off Collin's crotch, but suddenly that cold hand was back again, gripping his wrist and forcing him to keep his hand where it was. Fox chuckled, a low and sultry sound. Nimble fingers undid the fly of Collin's jeans and slipped inside.
Damn, Collin was hard. Fox had expected to find him horny, but if it had been him like that he'd have had Collin up against the wall hours ago. Fox wondered breifly whether to extend his cunning plan to wind Collin up a bit further, but he figured that by playing with Fox's pants Collin had already shown plenty of willingness. His boy would rather go without than beg, Fox knew.
Twisting his fingers around Collin's underware, Fox began to brush his cock with teasing finger tips. Collin growled.
"You'll have to take your pants off," Fox said in a no nonsense voice. "My hand won't bend like that. Too much material."
Collin growled again, but lifted his hips so Fox to slide the jeans down. Fox took the liberty off slipping them all the way down, pulling them right off, and then he tugged at Collin's ankles so the shorter young man folowed them off the couch and found himself settled on Fox's lap.
"We don't want you having all the fun," Fox smirked, pressing his lips to Collin's. He moved so that he was sitting crosslegged, Colling comfortable in the depresson between his legs, closer enough for them to put pressure on each other as they began to rub together, but not so close that they hurt or injured one another. Dear god, that was the last thing either of them wanted.
Collin wrapped one arm aorund Fox's shoulders to steady himself as he wrapped his legs around Fox's waist to gain enough leverage to really grind their hips together. His other hand slid down the back of the sweatpants, which were falling down anyway, and start groping Fox.
They kissed, hard, passionate, fiery, tongues presse against each other. Fox closed his eyes at first, but he knew Collin preferred that to be able to look into them, so he forced himself to open them and look back. Unforunately, they were too close, and Fox went cross-eyed, something that made Collin spluttered with laughter. Fox refused to let him break the kiss though, and cupped the back of his head with one hand.
Collin tried to pull back again, and succeeded in turning his head for a moment, gasping for air. Fox traced kisses along his cheekbone and down his jawline.
"Bedroom," Collin breathed. Fox shook his head, hair tickling Collin's face. One hand groped blindly around the couch, eventually digging under the sofa cushions to produce a rather squashed tube of lube.
Both of them leant back, Collin propping himself up on his arms, and Fox wriggled the sweatpants down until his erection was exposed. Collin was still wearing his boxer, but after a brief speculative look Fox literally ripped them off him. Collin wanted to snap at him for ruining some perfectly good underwear, but there was something flamboyantly romantic about the gesture that made him bite his lip.
Neither of them was in the mood for much foreplay. Fox, in his haste, managed to get lube not only on his fingers and his cock, but also all over his sweatpants, the carpet, and Collin. He shot Collin an embarrassed look. Collin wa shaking with silent laughter at the sheer symbolism. While he was thus distracted Fox pressed cold slick fingers into his arse, making Collin gasp.
"Cold hand!" Collin compained, breath coming in short pants. His clutched at Fox's shoulder, fingers clenching spasmodically. Fox grinned at him.
He let Collin judge when he was ready, and the younger man moved up and away from the skilled fingers, not wanting to, but knowing that no matter how long and nimble Fox's fingers were they weren't what he wanted inside of him. Bending forwards, pressing his head to Fox's shoulder, he lowered himself onto Fox's erection.
Perhaps the slip with the lube had been prophetic, because it took hardly anything before both boys were making their love known to the rest of the dorm. Fox came with an inarticulate howl, head thrown back and back arched. Collin came in gasps and shouts, stretching "Kailen" out far beyond it's three syllables. Both had hands bracing themselves against the floor, and when they relaxed Fox collapsed backwards with Collin sprawling on top of him.
"Mrrp," Fox told his boyfriend. Collin nuzzled his neck. "Did you enjoy being seduced?" Fox murmured, hands with the weave of the carpter imprinted in them moving to embrace the blond.
"Thought I was seducing you," Collin mumbled. "Playing hard to get." He pushed Fox's hands away and pressed closer to him.
Fox frowned, but he could feel the post-coital sleepiness sneaking up on him and he couldn't focus properly. He reached around Collin again, but Collin caught his arm and pushed it away again.
"What's wrong?" Fox asked, drowsiness fading as apprehension took it's place.
"You've got cold hands," Collin told him. "Slimy. Go wash them, then snuggle."
Fox laughed. "Sure thing, boss," he grinned, levering himself off of the floor. "But you have to go and curl up the bed, 'kay? You're hands aren't exactly toasty either."
They disentangled themselves and clambered to their feet, Collin pulling his jeans up and Fox kicking his pants off. Fox leant over and kissed him gently, arms curling around his boyfriend to hold him at just the right angle.
"Love you," he said.
"Love you t- wait, did you just put lube in my hair?"
Ive been manign to write a BMB fic for ages. I actually meant to write Skids and Tybalt first, but oh well ^_^
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Date: 6/11/03 06:00 pm (UTC)Thank you. Ficcy is much appreciated. Muchly muchly appreciated. XD Ooh, did you think of submitting it to Whee! I'm Naked or somesuch? 'Twould be much of the coolness. ^_^
(Sorry for the random non-grammatical speech. Brain went byebye again. >.<)
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Date: 6/11/03 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 6/11/03 09:45 pm (UTC)http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1577062
I think I've chatted to the girl who wrote it a few times. Either that or there are multiple Norwegian fans of BMB.
I will have a Skibalt fic up for you here in a mo! Just need to find a good ending.
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Date: 7/11/03 07:05 am (UTC)Skibalt fic? Heh heh. Morning reading. XD
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Date: 22/2/04 01:46 pm (UTC)[Either that or there are multiple Norwegian fans of BMB.]
Heeey, don't forget the confused girl! Nasasie!
*Mi*
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Date: 23/2/04 12:06 am (UTC)