Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Cruisin' ❯ Chapter one: Break ( Chapter 1 )

Cruisin’

AN: I started this the night before the damn cruise (the third of Oct) at my Aunt’s house, and finished it my last night on board. This is the first chapter in what will (hopefully) be a nice, long fic filled with smut. The characters in this chapter are Alec Tylan and Vincent Ronallini, who both belong to me. Chapstick doesn’t. Read on, you… readers… you… yeah.
This chapter is rated NC-17/M for very descriptive gay sex. Another little warning is that this is my first smut scene. Please, tell me how you think I did.

Chapter one: Break

The smoke drifted in lazy swirls above his head, making the dark room appear gloomy. He absently bopped his head to the beat coming from his speakers, longish blonde hair sweeping into tired green eyes. The cold light from the monitor glinted off his black-framed glasses every once in a while. He tapped the ashes from his cigarette into a skull ashtray of his boyfriend's, barely waiting for the grey specks to fall before bringing the cigarette back up to his mouth. A dry chuckle sounded from the doorway of the room and an arm suddenly threw itself around his shoulders, a narrow face gently burying itself in his hair. He started, his free hand raising up to burry itself into long locks as black as his nails.
"What do you want, Vincent? Can't you see I'm busy?" he snapped quietly, though he made no move to either move himself away or remove his hand from those luxious tresses. Vincent chuckled again and reached down to grab the hand with the cigarette, bringing both up to his mouth.
"Well, Alec love," he drawled, taking a deep drag from the cigarette, "I came in here to tell you that you are in dire need of a break." Bored with the cigarette already, Vincent began to nibble on Alec's fingers. Alec shuddered, barely able to keep a hold of the cigarette with out Vincent's help. He scowled, pulling his hand back abruptly, taking a quick drag of the nicotine to settle himself down.
"What the hell gives you the right to tell me when to take a break?" he demanded, attempting to stare down Vincent, askance. Vincent merely smirked and spun Alec's chair around so he was facing him, placing his hands on the chair on either sides of Alec's head.
"Well, you need a break because you haven't been sleeping well these last few weeks, you're grumpier than usual," he said, tilting his head as he ticked off the reasons. Alec scowled and took another drag on his cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray. "And you're smoking my damn cigarettes!" he finished, glaring. Alec quirked a grin and released his last breath of smoke directly into Vincent's face.
"So? It's not like I haven't taken them before. And you still don't have a right to tell me I need a break; I've done worse. Now, if you'll excuse me--" he moved to brush Vincent's arms so he could spin his chair back around when Vincent leaned forward. He kissed Alec deeply, threading his fingers through his blonde hair. Alec threw his arms around Vincent's head, pulling the older boy onto him roughly. Vincent easily climbed into the chair with Alec, straddling him as they continued to kiss. Nimble fingers began their short work on Alec's shirt, lips breaking to shed his tight-tee shirt and Vincent's tank top as once before they met again, hungrily plundering and nipping at each other's mouth. Vincent raised a hand from Alec's shoulder and dragged it across his chest, scraping nails lightly across Alec's nipples. Alec gasped, throwing his head back at the sensation. Oh, it had been too long...
Vincent bent down, plastering his mouth around that pale nub and sucking hard. Alec's breath hitched and he moaned, clutching at Vincent's head to hold him in place, intent on the pleasure. Vincent continued to torture his right nub with his hot mouth, licking and biting occasionally, while flicking and pinching the left with his hand. His right hand, free at the moment, weaved itself down Alec's chest, pausing to massage his lower stomach reassuringly, before moving onto his real goal.
"AaaaaaaaAHHH!" Alec let out the long moan, head slamming onto the back of his chair and a hand flying up to his mouth, muffling his further whimpers as Vincent manipulated him to a full hard-on. He shook his head and slammed it back time after time as Vincent alternated between rough caresses and quick squeezes, all the while playing with his nipples. Vincent released the button and zipper on Alec's jeans, drawing them off pale, slender legs, face drawing closer to Alec's cock when--
Beep-Beep! the computer beeped cheerfully, and Alec's eyes flew open. He threw Vincent away from himself and he spun his chair back around to face the computer again; his cock still standing erect and dripping. Vincent blinked disbelievingly at the sight, quickly brushing away a spot of drool before scowling at Alec.
"Okay, that's IT!" he growled, picking himself off the floor and ripping Alec away from the computer. "You're coming with me!" he bit out, dragging a protesting and struggling Alec out of the computer room into a large bedroom. He flung Alec on top of the bed, quickly straddling him to ensure that he didn't go anywhere.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Vincent!" he demanded, glaring at his one-time enemy. Vincent bent down close to Alec, grey eyes piercing and livid.
"What's wrong with me, Alec? No no, I think the question should be what's wrong with you. I was just about to give you a nice, pleasant little blow job when you threw me off your lap for your computer!" he shouted. Alec blinked, confused and not just a little annoyed.
"I just got a lead and you dragged me in here to tell me that?! Gods, Vincent! You are so fucking immature! Now let me up, you fuck-head, so I can get back to work--" Alec started to sit up, moving to throw Vincent off of him again when Vincent grabbed his shoulders and thrust him against the bed, pinning him there.
"You see what I mean? You're working so much that you can't even have sex anymore! And that's not why I dragged you in here, you fucking jackass. I dragged you in here to do this!!" With no more warning than that, Vincent simultaneously brought his lips down to kiss Alec passionately and thrust his hips. Alec gasped into the kiss, his eyes crossing at the unexpected pleasure.
"Ho... shit..." he hissed, breaking away from Vincent's lips. Not minding in the slightest, Vincent kissed a trail down his neck, making sure to pay extra attention to his Adam's apple and collar bone. Alec was withering beneath him again, his work a distant memory under the haze lust put him under. Vincent smirked as he made his way back up to Alec's ear, nibbling and sucking on it like it was his favourite treat, tongue playing around with his piercings. Alec's breath was hitching in his throat, his eyes glazed over and his cheeks flushed with the pleasure Vincent was making him feel, arms weakly clutching at Vincent as they continued to grind loosely against each other.
"Vi..ah, Vincent!" Alec muttered, feebly tugging at Vincent's leather pants. With a last lick, Vincent pulled away from Alec's ear and flashed him a quick, sultry grin before standing up. As his fingers flew down to his button, Vincent looked over at Alec and mentally smirked; there was no way he was going to leave now! Slowly, Vincent pushed the leather down his hips, freeing himself slowly. Alec would swear that he had forgotten how to breathe when his lover's member was released, moving onto his hands and knees to weakly reach for him. With a flourish, Vincent ripped the rest of the pants off, walking back over to Alec to push him gently back onto the bed, straddling Alec again.
Alec let out a whine, trying to thrust up into his lover while Vincent kept pulling back, keeping himself out of reach. "There there, love," Vincent murmured, bending down to briefly lick at Alec's ear. "We don't want to end it to quickly now, do we?" Alec moaned softly and glared.
"You... are such an asshole," he muttered, tilting his head away. Vincent just grinned, swooping down to kiss him again.
"Yep! And that's why you love me! Don't try to deny it; it’s written all over your face. Now, if you want us to continue, fetch the lube for me," Vincent commanded, kissing Alec's lips before moving down his chest again, nibbling here and licking there. Alec reached behind himself and dove his hand into the mattress, growling when his bracelet’s got caught on the sheets. Finding it, he thrust the tube into Vincent's waiting hand with a harsh "Here!" Vincent smirked and gave Alec a light kiss.
"Why thank you!" he said cheerfully and Alec glared at him, muttering "Jackass" under his breath. Unscrewing the tube, Vincent smeared the lube over one of the fingers on his right hand. Bringing his hand down, his prodded Alec gently. "Ready?"
Alec nodded and willed his muscles to relax; tensing up would only make it hurt more. Slowly, Vincent moved his finger into Alec. He froze, not moving, allowing Alec to get used to the feeling; it had been awhile since they'd last done it, and despite how much they bickered still, they didn't really want to hurt one another. Mostly.
Alec gave Vincent a quick nod, pushing his hands back into his own hair in a show of nerves. Vincent pulled his finger almost all the way out and slowly slid his now lubed middle finger in along with his index. Alec went rigid for a moment, relaxing as Vincent nuzzled his stomach and murmured to him. Vincent leaned up to kiss Alec as he started to move his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching him. Alec took the distraction from the uncomfortable feeling by pouring everything into the kiss. Deciding that Alec was stretched enough, Vincent slid a third finger in. Alec tuned out the uncomfortable feeling easily as Vincent decided to nibble on his ear again; that bastard knew all of his hotspots, damn him.
"Fuck." He nearly went cross-eyed when Vincent's fingers brushed against that small bundle of nerves that made any man go wild and he thrust his hips down, hard.
Vincent smirked and removed his fingers, wiping them off on his pants; the lube-stuff came out in the wash, so it didn't really matter what he used but Alec'd pitch a fucking fit it he got the crap on the sheets... again. Kneeling between Alec's legs, Vincent was about to squeeze the lube into one hand when suddenly the tube disappeared.
"Oh, no, let me," Alec said in a husky voice, and Vincent just about died right there. Alec was leaning up, braced on one hand, face flushed from pleasure and those damn eyes, sparking with mischief, lust, and, of course, love (or at least affection; you never could tell with Alec). Vincent thought back to how lucky he was to have Alec. Then, when Alec's slick hand wrapped around his cock, he simply stopped thinking.
Alec smirked as he watched Vincent's eyes roll back into his head as he dragged his hand down Vincent's shaft, revealing in the moans he let out. Oh, he wanted Vincent inside him, yes he definitely did. But not without a little torture first. Trailing his chilly fingers down, Alec grabbed Vincent's balls and massaged them a few times before moving back to his shaft. As he slowly, slowly, pumped Vincent, Alec leaned forward and nibbled at Vincent's chest, marking small, intricate designs. Suddenly, Alec was pushed back against the bed, Vincent leaning over him with a leer.
"Okay, my turn." And with that as a warning, Vincent thrust swiftly into Alec. It hurt for approximately .35 seconds, then he nailed that spot with full force--you didn't sleep with someone for almost a year without memorizing a few things, and certain angles were one of the things Vincent had memorized first. Alec arched off the bed with a loud moan, clutching to Vincent with shaking hands and scratching his back lightly. Vincent pulled out and thrust in again and again, both of them losing themselves to the rhythm. Feeling that he was close, Vincent reached down between their bodies and grabbed Alec tightly, pumping a few times. It was all Alec needed.
He arched, crying out Vincent's name, all his muscles clenching tight with the force of his release. Vincent managed to thrust once more into Alec before shouting at his own release, pulling out and collapsing with a thud next to him on the sheets. The two lay there in silence for a few minutes, the only noise the sound of their heavy panting. Then, Alec's voice rang out over the afterglow.
"Okay, maybe... you were right. I do need a fucking break," he muttered, rolling over to face Vincent, glaring tiredly. Vincent smiled at Alec and slowly raised a hand to ruffle his hair.
"Told ya so," he said in a childish voice and Alec smacked him. Getting up, Alec reached into their bedside table--where the lube was supposed to go, he reflected--and pulled out a beaten pack of cigarettes and one of their many, many lighters. For Alec and Vincent, lighters were like Chapstick; you had one for every fucking nook and cranny cause the damn things would keep disappearing. They'd done a count one and realized they had about 150 lighters that they knew the location for, and at least 300 they didn't. Alec just hoped his house never caught on fire; those lighters would be like miniature bombs if exposed to too much heat. He stuck a cigg into his mouth and lit it, passing both the pack and lighter to Vincent as he took a drag. After a few moments of smoke-filled silence, Alec spoke again.
"Where the hell should we go, then?" he asked softly, focusing on a far-off point in the room. Vincent crawled up behind Alec and draped over his shoulders, giving him a sort of hug, feeling touched that Alec assumed that he'd go with him. Exhaling a small plume off smoke, Vincent said the first thing that came to mind.
"Howabout a cruise?"
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AN: A cruise! *gasp* I wonder where that idea came from?! *laughs maniacally* Oh, but rest assured, this won’t be like your average Royal Caribbean or Carnival cruise, ho, no no no. Much more fun, let me assure you.
Incase anyone’s wondering about the characters, Alec and Vincent are the two main characters from Enemies with Benefits, a nice little ficcy I am still working on. (><) Those of you who know about Alec and wonder why he’s smoking in this lil side-fic-thingy, I haven’t got a damn clue. It works, though, doncha think? *makes a face* Though I personally hate cigarette smoke. Ugh. Hopefully, the next chapter will be out soon.
Little interesting sidenote; I wrote most of the sex scene part (from the mounting in the swivel chair down) when my family was all around me…even though they were always around me (fucking four person cabin). Gods, think of how awkward it would have been if my mom or my dad had seen this document and gone, “CRUISE? What’s this that our darling little Setsuna is working on? … Oh… my… GOD!!!” *faint. sets sniggers* Hehe, brain aneurysms for EVERYBODY! Well, stay tuned minna-sama! It only gets steamier–and kinkier. Ja’ne!
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