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hoosierbitch) wrote2010-04-03 04:43 pm
hoosierbitch) wrote2010-04-03 04:43 pm
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Prompt me?
I am having trouble getting anything written. It is starting to worry me. Please help?
Prompt me with:
1. A timestamp - (2 years after Ice Ice Baby, 1 hour after Playing Pretend - pick any story and a length of time!)
2. A time when...
3. Any kink. (You can pick characters/situations, too, but at minimum: a kink!)
And I will do my best to write something for it!
Fandoms I'll write in: White Collar (duh), Sky High, Leverage, Friday Night Lights, Merlin, Community, Ancient Greek tragedies
Thanks in advance, lovely beautiful people!
Prompt me with:
1. A timestamp - (2 years after Ice Ice Baby, 1 hour after Playing Pretend - pick any story and a length of time!)
2. A time when...
3. Any kink. (You can pick characters/situations, too, but at minimum: a kink!)
And I will do my best to write something for it!
Fandoms I'll write in: White Collar (duh), Sky High, Leverage, Friday Night Lights, Merlin, Community, Ancient Greek tragedies
Thanks in advance, lovely beautiful people!
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June looked worried. "Neal, are you feeling alright?"
Peter pasted on a worried look and stood up, walking over to feel Neal's forehead. "You do look a bit flushed. Are you sure you're up for going out?"
Neal shot him a quick glare before flashing his winning smile at June. "I'll be fine, I'm just feeling a little under the weather."
"I'll take good care of him," Peter promised her, wrapping an arm around Neal's waist. And if his hand and happened to brush against Neal's ass and linger there for a moment, she would never be the wiser. The flush that flooded Neal's cheeks was worth it.
"We have to go," Neal choked out. Peter said goodbye and escorted Neal out to the Taurus. "You're - you're a bastard,, he said as Peter helped him down the stairs.
Peter tsked at him. "Language, Neal."
Neal stumbled and fell against Peter's side, his hand fisting in the back of Peter's jacket. "Oh, fuck - "
He held steady while Neal recovered himself. Ran his hand down Neal's back, savoring the tremors that ran through him, the small sounds he couldn't keep to himself. He looked like he was about to come. Eyes tightly shut, face flushed, sweaty, shaking. He tightened his hold on Neal and hurried him down the steps, getting harder with every gasp Neal made, every hitch in his step, every hesitation. Not so graceful now.
Peter opened the door and waited for Neal to sit down. It took him almost a full minute. The plug wasn't just wide, it was long, and every shift in position was a new sensation, a new stretch, a new position that his body had to struggle to accomodate. When Neal was finally seated Peter shut his door, got in the driver's side, punched in the directions, and started driving.
"Touch yourself. If you can come before we get to the restaurant, I won't use the vibrate function until we get back home. If you can't, well..." He slipped his hand into his pocket, grabbed the control, and briefly turned it up to three. Neal's hips shot up off the seat, his mouth fell open, the line of his dick obvious through his pants.
Peter turned it off after a few seconds. "It's a short drive, Neal. I'd get started if I were you..."
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And by the way, this is HAWT!!!
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YES I STILL WANT IT, WOMAN! THERE CAN NEVER BE TOO MANY VIBRATING BUTT PLUGS!
*is ridiculously happy*
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Lovin your icon, LMAO!
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The lovely icon was made by
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But when they pulled up, Neal's cock - sticking out obscenely from the pants and boxers shoved down around his thigh, red and dripping - was still hard.
Peter leaned over and pulled some napkins out of the glove compartment. He wiped the sweat off Neal's forehead and then some of the precum off his dick. Neal thrust urgently against Peter's hand, whimpering when he pulled away.
Neal got out of the car quicker than he got in, which was good, because the valet was already looking at them funny. The waiter showed them to a corner booth, handed Peter the wine list, and left. Neal had obvious difficulty sitting down, and Peter hovered over him, holding his elbow and assisting him.
"How's your back?" He asked loudly in case any of the other diners were looking too closely before moving to his side of the booth. Neal just glared. "Oh, don't be like that. You're the one who said you wanted to go out to a nice restaurant!"
"Yes, but I didn't - " Peter slid the control up to the fifth level and Neal gasped. "Hate you," he moaned, and leaned back against the booth, hips undulating slowly, fucking himself on the plug. Peter let him go for a few seconds, but when his hand crept towards his groin, he clicked it off. "Pick out your appetizer, Neal. Something that would go well with a dry white - we'll get red with dessert. Or maybe a nice Australian Chardonnay - they've got a wonderful selection." He put the wine list to the side and opened up his menu. "Well, we'll have plenty of time to decide before then. We're in no hurry, after all." Neal just whimpered.
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YOWZAH!!!!!!
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He used the vibrate function sparingly. Just when Neal was lifting his wine glass to his lips, or smiling at the waitress, or relaxing too much. By the time they finished their entrees, he was trembling. Peter ordered a slice of cheesecake and decided on the red.
"Pull the tablecloth over your lap," he said quietly after the waitress left. "Then keep your hands on the table. Sit back in your seat and spread your legs."
After Neal did as he asked Peter lifted his foot, rested it on the edge of Neal's seat, and pressed the sole of his shoe agaisnt Neal's cock. Neal hunched over the table and Peter pressed harder, increasing the pressure until Neal let out a small, helpless sound. Until he was sure it hurt as much as it gave pleasure.
It was late, and by then the surrounding tables were mostly empty. A small family and an old couple were the only ones who were close enough to see the way Neal started rubbing himself off against Peter's shoe. The sweat that dripped down his temple, the pain in his expression. "Tell me what it feels like," he said, honestly curious.
When Neal slowly lifted his head and looked at him, Peter's breath caught in his throat. He looked - he looked broken open, pressed to his limits and beyond, helpless to hide his feelings and hating it and desperate. He opened his mouth to answer and Peter turned up the vibrator as high as it would go.
Neal sobbed, loud enough that people turned to stare, and Peter came. He wasn't touching himself, hadn't meant to come, but Neal had sobbed and pressed his cock even harder against Peter's foot and hadn't for a second lost eye contact. He left the vibrator on as he rode the aftershocks, semen spreading in his boxers.
"We're leaving," he ordered when he caught his breath, pulling his wallet out and pulling out enough cash to leave a very sizable tip. He held his coat in front of his groin and pulled Neal up too quickly. He let out another groan, utterly failing to stifle it in Peter's shoulder. He had to practically carry him. Neal might have been able to support more of his own weight if Peter turned the vibrator off - but he was't feeling particularly generous. "Not been feeling well," Peter explained to the old couple who'd been staring at them. "I'm taking him home."
"Did you - did you come?" Neal gasped when they were both back in the car.
"Yes," Peter said. "And if you want to come at all tonight, you're going to have to do it before we get back to the apartment. Only one catch - " Neal growled at him. "You're not allowed to touch yourself."
*
(...I think this is actually the end. BWAHAHAHA!)
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The descriptions of Neal's facial expressions completely melted my brain, and possibly also my iPhone. Unf. I love how you can just drag it out, and it just keeps getting hotter and hotter.
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I'm so glad I pleaded for prompts. I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN. (I have reposted this fic, tho, because TYPOS ARE NOT SEXY.)
<3
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-04 11:24 am (UTC)(link)I guess what I mean is a I loved this fic in it's entirety. There wasn't a single part that didn't scream hot, hot, hot! at me. <3
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Thanks for giving me the shout-out on the meme! I'm so glad I could hit your kinks, even if I hadn't meant to!! (And also: that is a SEXY FRIGGIN' PROMPT. In the office? UNF UNF UNF.
...maybe I will write a sequel. Hmm....)
:D :D :D
Feel free to leave a prompt or two here if you want more! I'd be happy to provide. :D
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-05 11:51 am (UTC)(link)No prob on the shout out- you deserve all the exposure you get. Such a fantastic writer. *is a lurker fan who will have to comment more often* (For some reason I like them doing it in the office with people around and not knowing. I'm a little weird and specific like that.)
0_0 A sequel! That- can I prompt that? Please? That would be so awesome!
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:D
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thank you
thank you for existing
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Bonus points for the obvious product placement - you RULE.
Oh, and speaking of 'product placement' - poor Neal - he's suffering so beautifully here!!