Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Chip Cookies ❯ Chocolate Chip Cookies ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Chocolate Chip Cookies
Author: OrangeFlips
Rating: NC-17, MA, X
Summary: Hot guy gets nailed by innocent-looking-guy. PWP. *grins*
Comments: Llalala, I wrote this a while ago while experimenting with lemons and whatnot, so it's a PWP. It's not a dragged-out-scene, I guess, since it's a rather short piece (even for a one-shot).
Warnings: Unbetaed. I seriously need a beta. Email me please?
Disclaimer: This is mine. My story. Not that there's anything to steal, really. xD
 
He felt a grope. A stranger, obviously. He looked at said stranger curiously. Mousy brown hair, about average adult height, and brown eyes. A nice build, but then, anybody can get a six pack with hard work. Not sex-god smothering, yet not ugly or vagrant-looking - just... normal. Yet he was impressed. Not anybody would grope a six foot guy who practically oozed intimidation - the fact that he was the son of the head guy in the Mafia didn't really help either.
 
Maybe... stranger didn't know. He did grope his behind, anyways. Yet... Stranger was still here? He stared into the others eyes, striking green orbs staring harshly down at muddled brown ones.
 
And he could feel himself melting.
 
They were plain, brown eyes! Nothing special at all! It deserved a glance, at the most! The hair was cut plainly too - a simple boy cut, not even gelled. The ears - they were large, and stuck out slightly. Stupid, ugly ears...
 
He grasped a shoulder, as though he was drowning. And he was. He was lost in the plain stranger's eyes, enchanted by the stranger's warm, enticing body, his smell... cookies. Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Not even a hint of cologne on the stranger's body. Innocent... yet... he had groped him. Just... grabbed the right cheek of his ass and squeezed.
 
Sensual images flew through his mind, and he unconsciously leaned in closer to the stranger. It was turning him on. Chocolate chip cookies were turning him on. He would have laughed if he wasn't in such a position... he gasped as he felt arms circle around him, and buried his face in the mass of soft, baby-like brown strands.
 
“... name?”
 
He froze involuntarily. The stranger spoke! Soft, low, yet laced with sweetness... something he couldn't even emit at a tender age of five. He replied with a shudder, and pulled his long body flush against the stranger's slightly shorter body, basking in the warmth.
 
A low rumble in the form of soft laughter escaped from the stranger. “We don't need names, I guess?”
 
“Dance with me?” he whispered, his voice dripping and melting all those who heard them.
 
They danced. If you called it dancing, that is. It was more like one giant orgy, but nobody complained. The stranger's hands were everywhere on him, brushing is crotch, running under his shirt, through his hair. Everywhere the stranger could touch, he did. And he realized he could do nothing but let himself go to this exotic touch, and respond in whatever ways his body decided to do. He hadn't felt this way in a long while... and from an innocent mama's boy who smelled of home baked goods, nonetheless.
 
He was going to come soon. He could feel it, and desperately tried to hold it back. For the time being, he won. But not for long.
 
“Room.” he gasped as the stranger bit gently on his neck and he groaned, hips thrusting erratically towards the stranger - anything for a little friction. Sweet, sweet friction...
 
Room seven of this particular club was practically his. He used it at his leisure, which was every week or so, and left it a mess. It was cleaned as soon as he left, but he never knew that, of course. And he didn't care to think about it - the stranger was already removing his shirt and performing devious ministrations on his perked nipples. He groaned, arching up, lips kissing whatever body part he could get to.
 
The stranger helped him out of his pants, and did the same for himself.
 
“... well?” the stranger asked.
 
He handed the stranger the lube. He wasn't bottom ever, but...
 
And then he regretted it. Would it hurt? There wasn't any pleasure having a thing stuck up one's ass... but his bottoms seemed to like it... all he knew was he wasn't going to take the stranger. He refused to. It just seemed... wrong. Even if the stranger looked like the most innocent boy in the world, he didn't think he could handle being top.
 
Before he could think about it any further, a slick, lube-covered finger probed at his entrance. He immediately tightened, and the stranger stopped, leaning forward to kiss him. Sweetly. Yet with a sense of hunger in it... he greedily responded.
 
“Virgin?” the stranger asked.
 
Well, he was a virgin down there... he responded reluctantly, and nodded. The stranger only chuckled, and moved his head lower, licking his inner thigh gently, deliberately ignoring his crotch. Something warm poked inside his entrance, and he gasped, pulling at the stranger's hair. He didn't know tongues could do that... The warm feeling was removed, and two fingers were immediately inserted, stretching him. A third was added rather hurriedly, and he wondered at the feeling. It was weird... but not... bad...
 
And then he shrieked. The stranger had touched something inside of him that made him buck up and almost come, if the stranger hadn't had covered him... So this was why some people preferred to bottom... another touch, and he instantly pressed his hips down, hard onto the fingers, mouth stringing a row of curses as he gasped loudly.
 
The fingers were removed. He whimpered despite himself - he knew what was going to replace the fingers in only a matter of moments, there was no reason to be impatient in his mind, but he could not help but lay feeling rather... well, empty. A harsh thrust, and the stranger was completely in him. The stranger was surprisingly large - he had to hold back tears of pain as he erratically thrust down on the stranger. The stranger steadied him slightly, and with a few, deep, throat-tearing thrusts, he was done. He had screamed his throat raw. At a stranger he would normally never hold a candle to. A hazy grin appeared on his face for a few brief moments before all was dark.
 
A plain, normal stranger had made him, the most sensuous and untouchable man in this part of the region, completely pass out.
 
He was oddly giddy.
 
Endnotes: Rawwrrr, end! Read, and review! And email if you could please beta for me! Haha, I seriously need a beta. Desperate, even. o.o