[minific] Cricket

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Happy eve of Christmas Eve!  Here is the third and final prompt from the ever wonderful Zekkass called "Cricket".  This one is about 600 words, so I guess you'd call it a sexdrabble.  ;)  Which it is.  Sex.

TITLE:  Cricket
PAIRING:  Ry/Col
RATING:  NC-17 I guess 
DISCLAIMER:  FICTION.  Don't own. Don't sue.  Please.  It's almost Christmas!
Author's notes:  If you like these and want to see more, go over to my livejournal comm and post suggestions!  These are fun for me to do because they're so short and they make me think.

CRICKET

 

Growling deep in his throat, Ryan flips from his side to his back and glares at the ceiling, fists clenched.  “What the fuck is that?”

 

Sighing softly, Colin also rolls over.  “It’s a cricket, Ryan.”

 

“I know that, Col,” Ryan replies, words dripping with sarcasm.  “What the fuck is it doing in the house?  They belong outside in the woods scaring campers or whatever the fuck they do.  Not in a fucking house keeping people awake.”

 

“Probably came in on one of the dogs.  Or maybe the cat thought it was a great new toy and it narrowly escaped death-by-feline.” 

 

“Well it’s fucking keeping me awake.”

 

Sighing again, Colin flips the covers off and prepares to leave the nice, warm, toasty haven he’s made for himself.

 

“Hey!  Where are you going?”

 

“To get rid of the nuisance keeping you from your beauty sleep, m’dear.”

 

Ryan grabs Colin’s arm to hold him in place.  “No.  Stay here.”

 

“What?  Don’t tell me you’re afraid of crickets.”

 

Ryan turns his head slowly, shooting a scowl at his smirking lover.  “Ha. Ha.”

 

“I bet you are,” Colin replies, bringing his hands up into claws and clicking them together.  “I’m the mad cricket come to eat you alive.  Chirp chirp. Chirp chirp.”

 

“Birds chirp, Col.  Crickets rub.”

 

“Oh?” Colin asks, all false innocence as one of his arms disappears back beneath the covers.  “Like this?”

 

Ryan’s already open eyes get as large as saucers.  “Uh….”

 

“Or maybe like this?”

 

“Jesus, Colin,” Ryan rasps, squirming on the bed as his cock is expertly manipulated to full arousal.  “Faster.”

 

“Huh uh.  I’m keeping time with our nocturnal insect friend out there.  Sort of like a natural metronome.”

 

“Yeah, well it’s out there and you’re in here.  Crickets rub faster the warmer it is and it’s getting fucking hotter by the minute in here.”

 

“Is that so?” Colin replies, still all innocence as he picks up the pace a bit.  “I understand that you can tell the outside temperature by counting the number of times they chirp—er—rub in ten seconds.  What would you say the temperature is in here right now?”

 

“A hundred,” Ryan gasps, squirming again.  “At least.”

 

“Hmm.”  Smiling internally, Colin picks up the pace, though his touch is deliberately, maddeningly light.

 

“Harder,” Ryan grounds out.

 

“You just said ‘faster’.  Which one do you want?”

 

“Both!  Fuck!! Both!”

 

“I don’t think I’m being very cricket-like.”

 

“Who gives a fuck?  Just—god!!”

 

“Better?”

 

“You have no fucking idea.”

 

“Oh, I think I might.  How hot is it now?”

 

“One forty…one fifty…one s-s-sixty…fuck!!”

 

“Is ‘fuck’ a temperature?  Because if not, I’m afraid you’ve lost me.  We crickets are good on rubbing, short on brains.”

 

“Just…oh  Christ!...don’t stop!”

 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

 

Ryan hisses in pleasure as Colin rubs his thumb across the crown of his cock on the upstroke and tickles his balls on the downstroke.  It’s absolutely incredible and he can feel his orgasm rushing at him like an oncoming train.

 

Unclamping one of his hands from the sheets, he reaches up and palms his lover’s head down to his lips, kissing him deep and sloppily.  When his climax comes, he grunts it into Colin’s open mouth as the world around him explodes in a flash of blinding white. 

 

Colin milks the last of it from him, then gently releases him, rubbing his sweat covered chest in soothing circles as Ryan tries to recapture his lost breath.  When the man finally begins to recover, Colin removes his hand and readies himself to exit the bed.  He’s caught once again.

 

“Where are you going now?”

 

“Cricket’s still rubbing out there, Ry.  You want to sleep, remember?”

 

“Who gives a shit about sleep?” Ryan replies, turning to his side and grasping his lover’s straining erection.  “It’s my turn to play cricket.”

 

FIN