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believe51, a photo from mistokath13 and approved by a2h.Title: That New Car Smell...
Pairing: Nick Lidstrom/Tomas Holmstrom(RPS Detroit Red Wings)
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations and defiling of an expensive new car.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of not for profit fiction and no insult or assumption is implied by the use of the names of the persons therein. Read- It's just for fun and NOT REAL, no matter how fun the pictures would be.
Summary: Nick buys a new car and Homer is displeased...
His arms were crossed and one eyebrow was cocked upward. Never a good sign. Nick rolled down the window, looked up at his lover and gave Homer the most placating grin he could manage.
“So what do you think?”
Tomas sighed and rubbed his temple, aggravated. Why did Nick insist upon buying cars? Especially when the only thing he heard about it was “I think I should buy a Bentley.” That was three days ago. “Is a nice car, for sure. Why?”
“I said we should…”
“Ah. You said you should. I had nothing to do with it.”
Nick scuffed his shoes on the driveway. Homer had a point. How best to deflect that? “Let me show you the interior, come on. Are you mad?”
“No.” Homer sighed, he knew when he was beaten and he did appreciate cars. He dropped grudgingly into the passenger seat and looked at Nick. “You know I can’t get mad at you for shit like this.”
“I know, I shouldn’t have gone behind your back, but isn’t this a great car?”
“I said it was a nice car already.”
Nick nibbled his lip, trying to formulate a plan. “It has a big backseat.”
“Your point?”
“We could christen it the old-fashioned way,” Nick responded, putting a hand on Homer’s thigh and rubbing through the soft denim.
Homer had a quick internal battle. Giving into Nick meant approving the purchase of the car. On the other hand, sex in a Bentley?
“For sure,” he said, and allowed Nick to kiss him.
~
“Here, lift. Scoot between the seats here,” Nick gasped, biting at Homer’s neck gently.
“Will I fit?”
“Just go!” Nick pushed against Homer’s chest and Tomas wriggled between the seats obligingly.
He started undressing as soon as he hit the leather, shucking his shoes and sweatshirt as Nick scrambled after him, landing awkwardly and cracking his head against Homer’s with a yelp.
“You okej?”
“Yeah, fine.” Nick grinned ruefully and pounced on Tomas again, distracting his lover from removing his T-shirt.
“Mm, Nick…no, don’t…” Homer groaned helplessly as Nick shoved his T-shirt up and started on his chest, sucking a hard pink nipple into his mouth. “Nicky, please.”
Nick moved to the other nipple, intent on teasing Tomas for as long as possible. He slid a hand down between their bodies and cupped the bulge in Homer’s jeans, rubbing his palm over the wash-softened fabric and making Tomas moan again.
“Turn over.” Nick unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down before reaching under Homer and doing the same. He pushed Tomas’ shirt up and laid kisses on the small of his back. “I didn’t bring anything…”
“I don’t care,” Homer breathed,” Just fucking do it, damn it.”
“You sure?”
“Nick, I swear to God…oh Jesus…” His fingers clenched against the leather seat as Nick mounted him and he bit his lip against the sudden burn. He pushed back and it eased a little, though he knew he was going to be sore.
“Tomas…jag alskar dig…” Nick bucked his hips experimentally, waiting for the tightness to ease. He ran his hands up Homer’s thighs, digging his nails in and leaving red streaks on the pale skin.
Tomas reached back, seized Nick’s hand and brought it to his aching cock. “Here Nicky.”
Nick steadied himself with a hand on Tomas back and started to fuck him, alternating the stroke of his cock with the stroke of his hand.
Homer moaned as Nick’s pace increased, his fingernails leaving creases in the seat. Briefly he wondered if the window tint was dark enough but that thought was banished as Nick’s dick stroked over his sweet spot again. “Please, Nicky…”
New car smell mingled with musk and the scent of their intercourse and Nick leaned down, biting at Homer’s shoulder through the shirt, tasting sweat and the residue of laundry soap.
Tomas pushed back into his partner, rocking his hips along with Nick’s thrusts. “Faster, please…” Sweat dripped onto the seats as Homer panted, dropping his head and focusing on the sensations Nick was creating within his body.
Nick sank his head back, his breath coming in shorter and shorter bursts. “Tomas…”
“Now,” Homer begged, grasping Nick’s hand and guiding it along his cock. “Snalla…”
Nick felt the familiar tightening around his cock and kept up the pace.
Tomas cried out again as he came, muscles clenching tight. He’d notice the charley horse in his upper arm later but right now all that mattered was the sense of euphoria washing over him. Nick continued, pushing inexorably toward his own orgasm.
Homer waited, head dropped low, his arms trembling with weariness, patient as Nick reached his peak and sank into him briefly, recovering before pulling out. Homer felt warmth trickle down his thighs and sat up, hiking his jeans back up over his hips. He turned to Nick, leaning heavily against the steamed up window, still breathing heavily. “Nick?”
“Hm?”
“Maybe we could buy a Lincoln next?”
Nick laughed and leaned in to give Homer another sweet kiss. It was something to think about. For sure.
“So what do you think?”
Tomas sighed and rubbed his temple, aggravated. Why did Nick insist upon buying cars? Especially when the only thing he heard about it was “I think I should buy a Bentley.” That was three days ago. “Is a nice car, for sure. Why?”
“I said we should…”
“Ah. You said you should. I had nothing to do with it.”
Nick scuffed his shoes on the driveway. Homer had a point. How best to deflect that? “Let me show you the interior, come on. Are you mad?”
“No.” Homer sighed, he knew when he was beaten and he did appreciate cars. He dropped grudgingly into the passenger seat and looked at Nick. “You know I can’t get mad at you for shit like this.”
“I know, I shouldn’t have gone behind your back, but isn’t this a great car?”
“I said it was a nice car already.”
Nick nibbled his lip, trying to formulate a plan. “It has a big backseat.”
“Your point?”
“We could christen it the old-fashioned way,” Nick responded, putting a hand on Homer’s thigh and rubbing through the soft denim.
Homer had a quick internal battle. Giving into Nick meant approving the purchase of the car. On the other hand, sex in a Bentley?
“For sure,” he said, and allowed Nick to kiss him.
~
“Here, lift. Scoot between the seats here,” Nick gasped, biting at Homer’s neck gently.
“Will I fit?”
“Just go!” Nick pushed against Homer’s chest and Tomas wriggled between the seats obligingly.
He started undressing as soon as he hit the leather, shucking his shoes and sweatshirt as Nick scrambled after him, landing awkwardly and cracking his head against Homer’s with a yelp.
“You okej?”
“Yeah, fine.” Nick grinned ruefully and pounced on Tomas again, distracting his lover from removing his T-shirt.
“Mm, Nick…no, don’t…” Homer groaned helplessly as Nick shoved his T-shirt up and started on his chest, sucking a hard pink nipple into his mouth. “Nicky, please.”
Nick moved to the other nipple, intent on teasing Tomas for as long as possible. He slid a hand down between their bodies and cupped the bulge in Homer’s jeans, rubbing his palm over the wash-softened fabric and making Tomas moan again.
“Turn over.” Nick unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down before reaching under Homer and doing the same. He pushed Tomas’ shirt up and laid kisses on the small of his back. “I didn’t bring anything…”
“I don’t care,” Homer breathed,” Just fucking do it, damn it.”
“You sure?”
“Nick, I swear to God…oh Jesus…” His fingers clenched against the leather seat as Nick mounted him and he bit his lip against the sudden burn. He pushed back and it eased a little, though he knew he was going to be sore.
“Tomas…jag alskar dig…” Nick bucked his hips experimentally, waiting for the tightness to ease. He ran his hands up Homer’s thighs, digging his nails in and leaving red streaks on the pale skin.
Tomas reached back, seized Nick’s hand and brought it to his aching cock. “Here Nicky.”
Nick steadied himself with a hand on Tomas back and started to fuck him, alternating the stroke of his cock with the stroke of his hand.
Homer moaned as Nick’s pace increased, his fingernails leaving creases in the seat. Briefly he wondered if the window tint was dark enough but that thought was banished as Nick’s dick stroked over his sweet spot again. “Please, Nicky…”
New car smell mingled with musk and the scent of their intercourse and Nick leaned down, biting at Homer’s shoulder through the shirt, tasting sweat and the residue of laundry soap.
Tomas pushed back into his partner, rocking his hips along with Nick’s thrusts. “Faster, please…” Sweat dripped onto the seats as Homer panted, dropping his head and focusing on the sensations Nick was creating within his body.
Nick sank his head back, his breath coming in shorter and shorter bursts. “Tomas…”
“Now,” Homer begged, grasping Nick’s hand and guiding it along his cock. “Snalla…”
Nick felt the familiar tightening around his cock and kept up the pace.
Tomas cried out again as he came, muscles clenching tight. He’d notice the charley horse in his upper arm later but right now all that mattered was the sense of euphoria washing over him. Nick continued, pushing inexorably toward his own orgasm.
Homer waited, head dropped low, his arms trembling with weariness, patient as Nick reached his peak and sank into him briefly, recovering before pulling out. Homer felt warmth trickle down his thighs and sat up, hiking his jeans back up over his hips. He turned to Nick, leaning heavily against the steamed up window, still breathing heavily. “Nick?”
“Hm?”
“Maybe we could buy a Lincoln next?”
Nick laughed and leaned in to give Homer another sweet kiss. It was something to think about. For sure.
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