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2minsforslashingTITLE: La Première Étoile
AUTHOR: Jazzy
CHARACTERS: José Théodore and Sheldon Souray
WORD COUNT: 1,563
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Better than mine is they're mine in my head
A/N: If you are squeamish about rough sex, you might want to skip over this one.
It had been a long day of golf. We were slaves to metal clubs and rigid white balls, to the greens but mostly to the heat. It was about 30 outside and the sun that fell over us made my skin crawl and my patience for anything outside of the game wore thin, unlike the humidity that thickened as we made our way over the green. My sweat acted as a second layer of skin and made hair on my arms constantly itch. Despite the many times I tried to wipe it clean, I just felt wet and nasty again. Every breath was weighted by the moist air that engulfed us and the world now seemed at a constant tilt since I spent half the afternoon being pulled to the side by my clubs. And was it worth it? If 'worth it' means I won, then no. José had about seven strokes on me and seven was about eight too many.
In the car on the entire drive back to his house in Île-des-Soeurs, he gloated about how he had won as if it had never happened before. He conquered the greens and beat me, yet again. If I wasn't rolling my eyes, I observed as he drove his jeep constantly glancing in the rearview mirror to admire his reflection , sometimes darting his eyes in my direction to offer a smile reassuring both of us that he was the winner. I secretly loved his pretty little grin -- the way it carved his face, lifting his cheekbones until they were perfectly parallel with each other, but not today. Nothing about today made me smile.
He fumbled with the keys in the door and he pulled me inside as he finally got it unlocked, laughing loudly as he kicked it closed behind us. He was already pawing at me. "Let's get out of these clothes, okay, Shelly? I'm so hot," he said as he started fumbling with the buttons on my polo, playing with them haplessly. I remained quiet as I watched him, glaring down at the tiny figure who worked my shirt open. As he started to untuck it, he stared up at me and pressed a light kiss to my chin.
"What's wrong, cher? Are you mad? You're mad because I won." He frowned and shifted his mouth to the side, feigning innocence.
I opened my mouth as if to say something but couldn’t find the words. My lips stayed parted as I watched José pop the buttons on my shorts, opening them at a leisurely pace as his eyes roamed over me. He pushed my shorts off of my hips, sliding them down and off of me. No matter how hard I try to deny it, José is fucking irresistible. I leaned back against the wall, sighing but not relaxed, crashing into it as I let my weight to steady me. I finally stepped out of my shorts, kicking them haplessly near the rest of my clothes.
"I'm sorry. I'll make it better. I'll make it up to you," he mumbled, trailing off as he folded on to his knees below me as he had done countless times before. His hands grazed over my thighs, tender and hot as his fingertips massaged my sore muscles. His fingers crawled over my sweating, needy flesh. His fingers curled around me and grasped my cock, momentarily squeezing it tightly. At first, he just fooled around with it, rubbing his fingers over the tip and tapping at the head, working his way down the length of my shaft. José, my little tease. He tipped forward as if to take it in between his lips but stopped short to peek up at me again, smiling at me with his pretty little grin.
"Oh fuck this, Théo. We're not gonna fucking play all day. I'm not going to let you win at sex, too." I shot angrily at him. Visibly irritated and annoyed, the blood rushed through my face. He sat back onto his knees, his eyes dark and nervous as I lunged forward at my waist and wrapped my arms under him and easily lifted him on to his feet. Still in foyer, my eyes wandered over the space we found ourselves in; small, but nothing modest about it. Still, I felt trapped and I wanted to trap José too. I desperately needed to make him suffer, the same as I did, as I stripped off his clothes.
"Shel--," José started to protest as I yanked at the shorts already loose around his hips. His knees buckled and he whimpered as I callously knocked him to the floor. As he laid in front of me, stretched flat out on his stomach, all at once, everything that was gorgeous about my José made my stomach lurch. I wanted to turn him inside out, to fuck him until it hurt, until it pained him to be that beautiful to me.
My fingernails drew over José's ass as I leaned down and bit into his shoulder. I clung to him with my nails and my teeth, holding him between my legs as I straddled his body, unwavering in my quest to make José the weaker one again. He moaned loudly but lay naked in defeat underneath me as he scraped his fingers over the carpet. Without warning, I drove my cock into José until I was stopped by my pelvis, forcing him to slide forward before I jerked him back again. I grabbed his shoulders and held him down. I tuned out his groans as they grew louder and bounced around the tiny foyer. Once buried inside him completely, I knew he was mine. At that moment, José was finally trapped. My anger and his beauty meant nothing to the ache we would feel together. We were one person.
My legs tangled with his and kept us locked as a mass of sex, loathing, disgust and fear as I rocked into him harder. José's dark, caramel limbs were sticky, salty and sweet, stretched out easily. He was a candy I could mold and shape to do my bidding. I drew my tongue over every inch of him. I vigorously pounded into his submissive ass watching as he writhed underneath me, begging to be free of this moment. His arms turned into speckled shades of brilliant reds from being dragged roughly, back and forth over the carpet, burning his skin. My cock throbbed inside of him; harder, faster, I needed this. I sought this moment to forget everyone else we had fucked: to forget his other boys and mine. I only craved him now.
I closed my eyes tightly until my face felt tight and the light was merely random sparkles on my eyelids. As I looked back down, my hands drew back and spanked José violently. He turned his head and winced at the initial sting we both felt. I could barely hear his yelps of pain over the slapping of skin, of my hands on his ass, of my balls hitting hard against him as his tight hole expanded and contracted over my cock. I spanked him until my hand tingled through my palm, to the tips of my fingers. His flesh was shades of faded pinks and scarlet reds in shapes resembling the outline of my hand. I groaned loudly as my rhythm started to become more erratic and fierce, my thrusts alternating between shallow and deep.
Strings of profanity laced English and French echoed. It was as if I could explode, full of everything but empty at the same time. I found myself repeatedly mumbling under my breath, "La première étoile, la première étoile" in time with my thrusts. I worked my cock in hurried circular motions inside of him as if I was skating on the ice as the first star. I win. I win. José's house was filled with screams… of his and of mine as if we were cheering and urging each other on.
I froze sharply as I came inside of him, shuddering as my body went limp. It seemed the world had stopped as I held my breath and we lay there, motionless figures, silent in the hollow of his hallway. No one breathed until I pulled out of him, falling back weakly against the wall where it had all started. I drew my knees up to my chest and rested my elbows on them. I folded my arms on top of each other and tilted my forehead weakly against them. All I could see were José's feet near mine. They twitched slightly as he began to pull them away until they disappeared from my sight completely. I lifted just my eyes and watched as he recoiled and sat opposite me.
Both our faces glistened, tired and pained.
"Alright, Shelly, you win," he whispered and offered me his pretty little grin. I chuckled softly and smirked back.
"I always do, Théo. I always do." I nodded subtly as he crawled over on his raw knees. I heaved him back towards me until his body molded with mine. Now cradling him in my arms, I kissed the top of his head softly and he turned to look up at me, craning his neck awkwardly as his lips desperately searched for mine.
"I know," he mumbled through a yawn, "I let you."
AUTHOR: Jazzy
CHARACTERS: José Théodore and Sheldon Souray
WORD COUNT: 1,563
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Better than mine is they're mine in my head
A/N: If you are squeamish about rough sex, you might want to skip over this one.
It had been a long day of golf. We were slaves to metal clubs and rigid white balls, to the greens but mostly to the heat. It was about 30 outside and the sun that fell over us made my skin crawl and my patience for anything outside of the game wore thin, unlike the humidity that thickened as we made our way over the green. My sweat acted as a second layer of skin and made hair on my arms constantly itch. Despite the many times I tried to wipe it clean, I just felt wet and nasty again. Every breath was weighted by the moist air that engulfed us and the world now seemed at a constant tilt since I spent half the afternoon being pulled to the side by my clubs. And was it worth it? If 'worth it' means I won, then no. José had about seven strokes on me and seven was about eight too many.
In the car on the entire drive back to his house in Île-des-Soeurs, he gloated about how he had won as if it had never happened before. He conquered the greens and beat me, yet again. If I wasn't rolling my eyes, I observed as he drove his jeep constantly glancing in the rearview mirror to admire his reflection , sometimes darting his eyes in my direction to offer a smile reassuring both of us that he was the winner. I secretly loved his pretty little grin -- the way it carved his face, lifting his cheekbones until they were perfectly parallel with each other, but not today. Nothing about today made me smile.
He fumbled with the keys in the door and he pulled me inside as he finally got it unlocked, laughing loudly as he kicked it closed behind us. He was already pawing at me. "Let's get out of these clothes, okay, Shelly? I'm so hot," he said as he started fumbling with the buttons on my polo, playing with them haplessly. I remained quiet as I watched him, glaring down at the tiny figure who worked my shirt open. As he started to untuck it, he stared up at me and pressed a light kiss to my chin.
"What's wrong, cher? Are you mad? You're mad because I won." He frowned and shifted his mouth to the side, feigning innocence.
I opened my mouth as if to say something but couldn’t find the words. My lips stayed parted as I watched José pop the buttons on my shorts, opening them at a leisurely pace as his eyes roamed over me. He pushed my shorts off of my hips, sliding them down and off of me. No matter how hard I try to deny it, José is fucking irresistible. I leaned back against the wall, sighing but not relaxed, crashing into it as I let my weight to steady me. I finally stepped out of my shorts, kicking them haplessly near the rest of my clothes.
"I'm sorry. I'll make it better. I'll make it up to you," he mumbled, trailing off as he folded on to his knees below me as he had done countless times before. His hands grazed over my thighs, tender and hot as his fingertips massaged my sore muscles. His fingers crawled over my sweating, needy flesh. His fingers curled around me and grasped my cock, momentarily squeezing it tightly. At first, he just fooled around with it, rubbing his fingers over the tip and tapping at the head, working his way down the length of my shaft. José, my little tease. He tipped forward as if to take it in between his lips but stopped short to peek up at me again, smiling at me with his pretty little grin.
"Oh fuck this, Théo. We're not gonna fucking play all day. I'm not going to let you win at sex, too." I shot angrily at him. Visibly irritated and annoyed, the blood rushed through my face. He sat back onto his knees, his eyes dark and nervous as I lunged forward at my waist and wrapped my arms under him and easily lifted him on to his feet. Still in foyer, my eyes wandered over the space we found ourselves in; small, but nothing modest about it. Still, I felt trapped and I wanted to trap José too. I desperately needed to make him suffer, the same as I did, as I stripped off his clothes.
"Shel--," José started to protest as I yanked at the shorts already loose around his hips. His knees buckled and he whimpered as I callously knocked him to the floor. As he laid in front of me, stretched flat out on his stomach, all at once, everything that was gorgeous about my José made my stomach lurch. I wanted to turn him inside out, to fuck him until it hurt, until it pained him to be that beautiful to me.
My fingernails drew over José's ass as I leaned down and bit into his shoulder. I clung to him with my nails and my teeth, holding him between my legs as I straddled his body, unwavering in my quest to make José the weaker one again. He moaned loudly but lay naked in defeat underneath me as he scraped his fingers over the carpet. Without warning, I drove my cock into José until I was stopped by my pelvis, forcing him to slide forward before I jerked him back again. I grabbed his shoulders and held him down. I tuned out his groans as they grew louder and bounced around the tiny foyer. Once buried inside him completely, I knew he was mine. At that moment, José was finally trapped. My anger and his beauty meant nothing to the ache we would feel together. We were one person.
My legs tangled with his and kept us locked as a mass of sex, loathing, disgust and fear as I rocked into him harder. José's dark, caramel limbs were sticky, salty and sweet, stretched out easily. He was a candy I could mold and shape to do my bidding. I drew my tongue over every inch of him. I vigorously pounded into his submissive ass watching as he writhed underneath me, begging to be free of this moment. His arms turned into speckled shades of brilliant reds from being dragged roughly, back and forth over the carpet, burning his skin. My cock throbbed inside of him; harder, faster, I needed this. I sought this moment to forget everyone else we had fucked: to forget his other boys and mine. I only craved him now.
I closed my eyes tightly until my face felt tight and the light was merely random sparkles on my eyelids. As I looked back down, my hands drew back and spanked José violently. He turned his head and winced at the initial sting we both felt. I could barely hear his yelps of pain over the slapping of skin, of my hands on his ass, of my balls hitting hard against him as his tight hole expanded and contracted over my cock. I spanked him until my hand tingled through my palm, to the tips of my fingers. His flesh was shades of faded pinks and scarlet reds in shapes resembling the outline of my hand. I groaned loudly as my rhythm started to become more erratic and fierce, my thrusts alternating between shallow and deep.
Strings of profanity laced English and French echoed. It was as if I could explode, full of everything but empty at the same time. I found myself repeatedly mumbling under my breath, "La première étoile, la première étoile" in time with my thrusts. I worked my cock in hurried circular motions inside of him as if I was skating on the ice as the first star. I win. I win. José's house was filled with screams… of his and of mine as if we were cheering and urging each other on.
I froze sharply as I came inside of him, shuddering as my body went limp. It seemed the world had stopped as I held my breath and we lay there, motionless figures, silent in the hollow of his hallway. No one breathed until I pulled out of him, falling back weakly against the wall where it had all started. I drew my knees up to my chest and rested my elbows on them. I folded my arms on top of each other and tilted my forehead weakly against them. All I could see were José's feet near mine. They twitched slightly as he began to pull them away until they disappeared from my sight completely. I lifted just my eyes and watched as he recoiled and sat opposite me.
Both our faces glistened, tired and pained.
"Alright, Shelly, you win," he whispered and offered me his pretty little grin. I chuckled softly and smirked back.
"I always do, Théo. I always do." I nodded subtly as he crawled over on his raw knees. I heaved him back towards me until his body molded with mine. Now cradling him in my arms, I kissed the top of his head softly and he turned to look up at me, craning his neck awkwardly as his lips desperately searched for mine.
"I know," he mumbled through a yawn, "I let you."
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Date: 2005-06-30 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-30 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-30 07:22 am (UTC)Um...
*fans self*
Dear Dieu in heaven....
Let's see.
Hot. Check.
Angry. Check.
Dirty. Check.
Smutty and good. Double check.
Written well, leaving the reader speechless and needing to re-read several times. Priceless.
*loves hard*
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Date: 2005-06-30 12:32 pm (UTC)I'm glad you read it and liked it. It was a lotof fun to write.
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Date: 2005-07-01 05:51 am (UTC)I have saved it for later re-reads*G* And you know, you can tell you had fun writing it. I definitely go that from reading it too *G*
Re: Violent. Destructive. Disturbing. How many ways do I love thee?
Date: 2005-06-30 12:48 pm (UTC)And yeah, José really is a little dim in his own little world. Thank you for reading it and for your great feedback :)
Re: Violent. Destructive. Disturbing. How many ways do I love thee?
Date: 2005-06-30 12:59 pm (UTC)The thing I love most about writing José is that he's mostly a very shallow person. It gives me a chance to make all the other characters slightly deeper.
Re: Violent. Destructive. Disturbing. How many ways do I love thee?
Date: 2005-06-30 01:06 pm (UTC)Re: Violent. Destructive. Disturbing. How many ways do I love thee?
Date: 2005-06-30 01:20 pm (UTC)