Common Sense
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2minsforslashingTitle: Common Sense
Pairing: Alex Burrows, Kevin Bieksa -- Alex's POV.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sorry, not real. :(
With someone you’re always hanging around, there is a build-up of little unwritten rules. Sometimes inside jokes, sometimes routines, always made known to the members of the party, and only the party.
Our relationship is no exception to that. There are plenty of times when we would be doing something and if I hadn’t stopped and thought about it, I wouldn’t even have realized that this is becoming something we do – some ritual of our own, so to speak.
Pairing: Alex Burrows, Kevin Bieksa -- Alex's POV.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sorry, not real. :(
With someone you’re always hanging around, there is a build-up of little unwritten rules. Sometimes inside jokes, sometimes routines, always made known to the members of the party, and only the party.
Our relationship is no exception to that. There are plenty of times when we would be doing something and if I hadn’t stopped and thought about it, I wouldn’t even have realized that this is becoming something we do – some ritual of our own, so to speak.
Bluntly, now, we never fuck from behind. When we first met, sure, we did it a few times, but there is something about seeing the look on his face during sex that – for a lack of better words – drives me crazy.
The way his usually-relaxed eyes darken, and I like getting to see that before and during. Before, when the kisses start to deepen and tongues start exploring, when that light bulb goes on above your head… or, you know, you can feel his dick hard as a rock against your leg. Sometimes, he tries to appear collected even though his little friend suggests otherwise, and I really have to get him begging. Maybe I’m slightly evil malicious for enjoying that expression on his face, but god, it’s just one of those things you have to see for yourself. His lips are on the edge of swelling from all the kissing, and he’ll glide his tongue over them with his eyes on me, moistening those pluckers and welcoming mine for another taste.
Some guys have told me the best part of getting to watch someone as you fuck them is when the orgasm hits, but I call that a cliché. And if we’re going to talk about clichés here, I like the other one better. The other one being the look on the person’s face when you've just entered them. Really, though? I’m thinking of him when I say that. Kevin sometimes squeezes his eyes shut when I push inside him, and his lips are parted – and if I’m really, really lucky? His tongue will be right at the corner of those lips. When I start to thrust, he’ll likely try to keep the noise down for as long as he can, though bluntly, again, he’s really bad at that. I give him fifteen seconds at most, before his grasp on me is so tight I feel like I’m fucking connected with his fingers, and the moans coming from his lips so loud and deep, I could just come right then.
But I don’t. I can’t. When you’re fucking Kevin Bieksa, you’d want it to last as long as it can too. Because honestly, you’re pretty damned lucky if Kevin fucking Bieksa is willing to bottom for you, am I right?
I like how he bites his bottom lip so hard every now and then when I let my hands wander, sliding them up his stomach and over his chest. Most of the time I have my lips pressed to his, and the sounds we make coming together sometimes... it sends a shiver down my spine, like my whispers of his name are floating down his throat and his desperate, needy gasps just rushing in my mouth when his tongue parts my lips. God. Right, and if he feels like being a pushy bottom, he'll tip his head up a little, making a little grunt as he guides my hand to his cock. Even in that position, what Kevin wants, Kevin gets and you better believe it.
When he comes, I always think it’s a little on the bittersweet side. Yeah, I’m glad I got to get him to that state, but then it’s over. I have to lean back and give him some room to breathe, to simmer down and our bodies don’t have the excuse to fit into that seemingly perfect shape any longer. I do get to see his face from farther back though and more often than not, it makes me want to jump on him again. His hair has a bit of a glisten to it, thanks to the sweat. He’ll be propped up against a few pillows, his breath still catching. His cheeks flushed, like the way they get after a hard shift during the game, and he’ll keep taking deep breaths and exhaling like he’s completely oblivious to how he’s already turning me on again.
I’m pretty glad we have this unwritten rule about not doing it from behind. I mean, I’d much rather get to see everything I mentioned than stare into a wall.
Seems like common sense to me.
The way his usually-relaxed eyes darken, and I like getting to see that before and during. Before, when the kisses start to deepen and tongues start exploring, when that light bulb goes on above your head… or, you know, you can feel his dick hard as a rock against your leg. Sometimes, he tries to appear collected even though his little friend suggests otherwise, and I really have to get him begging. Maybe I’m slightly evil malicious for enjoying that expression on his face, but god, it’s just one of those things you have to see for yourself. His lips are on the edge of swelling from all the kissing, and he’ll glide his tongue over them with his eyes on me, moistening those pluckers and welcoming mine for another taste.
Some guys have told me the best part of getting to watch someone as you fuck them is when the orgasm hits, but I call that a cliché. And if we’re going to talk about clichés here, I like the other one better. The other one being the look on the person’s face when you've just entered them. Really, though? I’m thinking of him when I say that. Kevin sometimes squeezes his eyes shut when I push inside him, and his lips are parted – and if I’m really, really lucky? His tongue will be right at the corner of those lips. When I start to thrust, he’ll likely try to keep the noise down for as long as he can, though bluntly, again, he’s really bad at that. I give him fifteen seconds at most, before his grasp on me is so tight I feel like I’m fucking connected with his fingers, and the moans coming from his lips so loud and deep, I could just come right then.
But I don’t. I can’t. When you’re fucking Kevin Bieksa, you’d want it to last as long as it can too. Because honestly, you’re pretty damned lucky if Kevin fucking Bieksa is willing to bottom for you, am I right?
I like how he bites his bottom lip so hard every now and then when I let my hands wander, sliding them up his stomach and over his chest. Most of the time I have my lips pressed to his, and the sounds we make coming together sometimes... it sends a shiver down my spine, like my whispers of his name are floating down his throat and his desperate, needy gasps just rushing in my mouth when his tongue parts my lips. God. Right, and if he feels like being a pushy bottom, he'll tip his head up a little, making a little grunt as he guides my hand to his cock. Even in that position, what Kevin wants, Kevin gets and you better believe it.
When he comes, I always think it’s a little on the bittersweet side. Yeah, I’m glad I got to get him to that state, but then it’s over. I have to lean back and give him some room to breathe, to simmer down and our bodies don’t have the excuse to fit into that seemingly perfect shape any longer. I do get to see his face from farther back though and more often than not, it makes me want to jump on him again. His hair has a bit of a glisten to it, thanks to the sweat. He’ll be propped up against a few pillows, his breath still catching. His cheeks flushed, like the way they get after a hard shift during the game, and he’ll keep taking deep breaths and exhaling like he’s completely oblivious to how he’s already turning me on again.
I’m pretty glad we have this unwritten rule about not doing it from behind. I mean, I’d much rather get to see everything I mentioned than stare into a wall.
Seems like common sense to me.
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Date: 2007-10-09 06:57 pm (UTC)