munnin | Fic: Without plot or preamble… (Reply)

Title: Without plot or preamble…

Warning: Slash

Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.

Pairing: Racer X/Speed
Rating: NC17 bordering on R. Smut at its purest!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the couch!

Feedback: whinge, bitch, moan, beg: you know I love to hear it!

I ask for no praise for this. In my mind posting this is entirely cheating. I wrote this story a long while a go for the Tabula Rasa slash challenge. The aim was to write a blank verve that any pairing could be slotted into.

X slid his hand under the tight shirt Speed wore, wrapping his hand around the boy’s hip. He moaned at the contact, always surprised by how soft and lithe the young body was.

Speed threw his head back in shock as X trailed searing kisses down his throat, pushing away the soft fabric to graze the tender flesh of Speed’s shoulder. X turned Speed suddenly, pressing himself hard against the youth’s back and burying his face in Speed’s dark hair. His hands traced the supple curves of the boy’s chest, pulling till the shirt fell open, exposing Speed’s pale torso.

Speed gasped in surprise and alarm but X caught the boy’s chin, forcing his face round to capture his swollen lips in a passionate kiss. Drowning in the taste of him, X grabbed the edge of the shirt and yanked it away. Forcing his hand down the front of Speed’s pants and threading his fingers through the mat of curls at Speed’s groin.

Speed sighed, trying to move his head back but X’s other hand tangled in his hair and forced him into stillness as the older racer ravished his mouth. He panted through his nose as X stroked him roughly, moaning his pleasure into the other man’s mouth.

X released him suddenly, throwing him face down on the bed. He stripped hastily and pulling Speed onto his knees. The boy started to sit up but a strong hand on the back of his head pushing his face to the pillows and he trembled with trepidation. Long fingered hands parted his cheeks as X’s tongue brushed his entrance. Speed suppressed a cry as X plunged his tongue deeper, torment him with wickedly slow licks.

Spurred on by the shivers that raced through the boy’s sweet body and the fine sheen of sweat, X moved closer. He crossed his arms over Speed’s chest, pinning the youth’s arms to his side and hauling him to his knees, sheathing himself in the boy’s heat in a single fluid movement. They both moaned with the burn, tears welling in Speed’s eyes. X brushed them away, whispering soothing words and searing kisses over Speed’s naked shoulders, rocking him with gentle care. With the slow, intense build up of a thunderstorm, tender rocking moved to powerful thrusts, X burying himself deep in the boy’s body.

Speed moaned breathlessly as each thrust sent lightning bolts of pleasure through his body. His own member neglected and hard as he reached to touch himself.

The sight of Speed pleasuring himself drove X to the edge. He stretched his hand over the pale column of Speed’s throat, forcing the youth’s head back to X’s shoulder as he slammed hard into the boy. The shock caused Speed to close his hand around himself a little tighter that expected and he came with a muffled scream.

The ripple of tightening muscles and intensity of Speed’s release drove X to the point of orgasm. His hand clenched as he slammed into youth, oblivious to the bruises he must be leaving as the pounding of his blood obscured all other senses. With one last shattering thrust he fell to his release, breathing in broken pants as he lowered them both to the bed. Glad at least that Speed hadn’t passed out this time; he pulled the blanket over them both and gave in to sleep.