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wl_fanfictionTitle: A Tactical Kind of Love
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Characters: Greg Proops/Wayne Brady
Prompt: 002. Middles
Word Count: 856
Rating: R
Summary: Seduction is like a game of Risk.(yeah I suck at summaries)
I don't know if I posted this here or not, if I did I aplogize. Im slowly losing my mind.
Greg was trying to concentrate on the news program on the television screen, but the sound of crinkling plastic was rather distracting. He turned off the T.V. and addressed his lover, who was sitting Indian style in an easy chair to his right, a package of Oreos in his lap.
“What are you doing?” He asked and despite his genuine confusion, he couldn’t keep the laugh from his voice.
He had caught Wayne mid-lick. The younger man had his tongue pressed to the open center of one of the sandwich cookies. His eyes were playfully wide, like someone had just caught him with his pants down and liked the situation. A smile stretched his face as he brought his talented tongue the rest of the way up, and then around the edges and back down again.
“Im eatin’ the middles.” He answered, tilting his head slightly and rummaging for another cookie.
Greg didn’t know how to respond to that, in some ways Wayne was so innocent, sure he could tell crude jokes with the best of them, match them drink for drink, R-rated story for R-rated story, yet he was still so untouched by the world, and in others he wasn’t. That tongue of his, for instance. If one considered where that tongue had been and what it could do, innocence couldn’t be mentioned in the same sentence without being the epitome of hypocrisy.
Sometimes Greg had to be cautious around Wayne, even though he was usually the crafty one, Wayne had a sly way of working his not-so-innocent innocence factor to his advantage. Now, as Wayne twisted the top off another cookie and brought it to his sensuous mouth with equally sensuous hands, seemed one of those times.
“Why?” He asked, as he walked over to the blithe spirit of a man that he called his own and took a seat on the arm chest.
Wayne slowly moved his wet muscle over the cream center, lapping up every inch of the sweet stuff, before tossing the empty circle onto the coffee table with the others. Greg bit the inside of his lip. Every time they decided to get intimate Greg, not that he minded much, was seduced. He was not going to give in this time. It would be nice if, for once, he could resist the temptation of the young man’s smooth dark skin and taut body long enough to entice him. It would be some sight to see Wayne beg. Not actually beg, but beg with his body.
It would be some feeling to watch as Wayne moved closer while Greg toyed with him by doing seemingly innocuous things.
Wayne scooted over and Greg took a seat next to his courtesan. It was very cramped, and they were squished together. Thighs touched, shoulders brushed, and it felt amazing. The feeling was overwhelming and Greg could feel himself growing.
“The middles are the best part. They’re white and creamy, and everyone knows how much I love that.” He answered, sliding his hand in between Greg’s legs.
Greg swallowed, and tried to remember to keep it together, not to give in to soon. Which was very hard now that Wayne’s hand had began to move up and down his inner thigh. His mind was racing and the image of Wayne spread eagle on the bed they shared was quickly overpowering his wait and watch method.
The feel of soft stubble on his neck sent his heart racing. He brought an arm around the man now cradled against his chest and averted his eyes to the table, he knew that if he looked at Wayne it would all be over. As his eyes settled on the discarded cookies a brilliant idea came to mind.
“Well, personally I prefer the strong, black outside part. They’re so underappreciated...and textured.” He said, resting a hand on the same spot in Wayne’s lap that he had his. He was pleased at the rock hard length his hand meet with.
Wayne lifted his head and raised his eyebrows, obviously Greg wasn’t the only one surprised to hear his wit while he was in such a state. They locked eyes and stayed like that, until Wayne quickly licked his upper lip. It wasn’t a seduction method, it was nervous habit, and now Greg knew he had this locked up. He was one easy swing away from bringing it home.
He brought his lips to Wayne’s in a sweet chaste kiss. Their mouths barely opened and their hands stayed put, it was an act of pure love and feeling. When they pulled apart Wayne looked at him for a moment longer before bringing his lips to Greg’s ear.
“I’ve got something strong and black for you, and I bet if you appreciate it enough, you’ll get a creamy center too.” He said in a fierce whisper.
Greg grabbed Wayne’s hand and pulled him to the bedroom. He had actually won and all it took was a kiss. That’s all it ever really took with Wayne, a kiss. A simple gesture of feeling that summed up all that was right with their lives.
~End~
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Characters: Greg Proops/Wayne Brady
Prompt: 002. Middles
Word Count: 856
Rating: R
Summary: Seduction is like a game of Risk.(yeah I suck at summaries)
I don't know if I posted this here or not, if I did I aplogize. Im slowly losing my mind.
Greg was trying to concentrate on the news program on the television screen, but the sound of crinkling plastic was rather distracting. He turned off the T.V. and addressed his lover, who was sitting Indian style in an easy chair to his right, a package of Oreos in his lap.
“What are you doing?” He asked and despite his genuine confusion, he couldn’t keep the laugh from his voice.
He had caught Wayne mid-lick. The younger man had his tongue pressed to the open center of one of the sandwich cookies. His eyes were playfully wide, like someone had just caught him with his pants down and liked the situation. A smile stretched his face as he brought his talented tongue the rest of the way up, and then around the edges and back down again.
“Im eatin’ the middles.” He answered, tilting his head slightly and rummaging for another cookie.
Greg didn’t know how to respond to that, in some ways Wayne was so innocent, sure he could tell crude jokes with the best of them, match them drink for drink, R-rated story for R-rated story, yet he was still so untouched by the world, and in others he wasn’t. That tongue of his, for instance. If one considered where that tongue had been and what it could do, innocence couldn’t be mentioned in the same sentence without being the epitome of hypocrisy.
Sometimes Greg had to be cautious around Wayne, even though he was usually the crafty one, Wayne had a sly way of working his not-so-innocent innocence factor to his advantage. Now, as Wayne twisted the top off another cookie and brought it to his sensuous mouth with equally sensuous hands, seemed one of those times.
“Why?” He asked, as he walked over to the blithe spirit of a man that he called his own and took a seat on the arm chest.
Wayne slowly moved his wet muscle over the cream center, lapping up every inch of the sweet stuff, before tossing the empty circle onto the coffee table with the others. Greg bit the inside of his lip. Every time they decided to get intimate Greg, not that he minded much, was seduced. He was not going to give in this time. It would be nice if, for once, he could resist the temptation of the young man’s smooth dark skin and taut body long enough to entice him. It would be some sight to see Wayne beg. Not actually beg, but beg with his body.
It would be some feeling to watch as Wayne moved closer while Greg toyed with him by doing seemingly innocuous things.
Wayne scooted over and Greg took a seat next to his courtesan. It was very cramped, and they were squished together. Thighs touched, shoulders brushed, and it felt amazing. The feeling was overwhelming and Greg could feel himself growing.
“The middles are the best part. They’re white and creamy, and everyone knows how much I love that.” He answered, sliding his hand in between Greg’s legs.
Greg swallowed, and tried to remember to keep it together, not to give in to soon. Which was very hard now that Wayne’s hand had began to move up and down his inner thigh. His mind was racing and the image of Wayne spread eagle on the bed they shared was quickly overpowering his wait and watch method.
The feel of soft stubble on his neck sent his heart racing. He brought an arm around the man now cradled against his chest and averted his eyes to the table, he knew that if he looked at Wayne it would all be over. As his eyes settled on the discarded cookies a brilliant idea came to mind.
“Well, personally I prefer the strong, black outside part. They’re so underappreciated...and textured.” He said, resting a hand on the same spot in Wayne’s lap that he had his. He was pleased at the rock hard length his hand meet with.
Wayne lifted his head and raised his eyebrows, obviously Greg wasn’t the only one surprised to hear his wit while he was in such a state. They locked eyes and stayed like that, until Wayne quickly licked his upper lip. It wasn’t a seduction method, it was nervous habit, and now Greg knew he had this locked up. He was one easy swing away from bringing it home.
He brought his lips to Wayne’s in a sweet chaste kiss. Their mouths barely opened and their hands stayed put, it was an act of pure love and feeling. When they pulled apart Wayne looked at him for a moment longer before bringing his lips to Greg’s ear.
“I’ve got something strong and black for you, and I bet if you appreciate it enough, you’ll get a creamy center too.” He said in a fierce whisper.
Greg grabbed Wayne’s hand and pulled him to the bedroom. He had actually won and all it took was a kiss. That’s all it ever really took with Wayne, a kiss. A simple gesture of feeling that summed up all that was right with their lives.
~End~
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