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wl_fanfictionThis is the most ridiculous, smut-filled story that I have ever written. I read a Halloween fic and this is what happened. Be warned, this is crack!smut. No plot or anything.
Title: The Danger of Taping on Halloween
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Colin, Jeff/Wayne, Drew/Greg/Brad
Summary: Drew's getting ready for a taping when suddenly there are too many cast members and a ghost ordering them to strip.
Drew grimaced as he sat at his desk. It was really bloody cold in the studio today! Why in the hell did they still have the air-conditioner on it October? Drew shook his head at the idiot janitors as he blew a puff of hot air on his icy fingers. The rest of the cast came onto the stage and settled into their own seats and the stage manager announced that the audience would be let in a five minutes. Then something odd happened—Greg and Jeff came onto the stage as well. Drew looked at them in confusion since Brad was already in his customary seat.
“Why are you two here? You guys aren’t filming until next week.” He said slowly.
Just then the lights flickered and a door somewhere off stage slammed. All of the men jumped up and began looking around. They were alone in the studio; everyone else had been locked out when the stage door slammed. Ryan tried the door behind him but found it locked, Brad found the same when he turned the handle on the other door.
“Hahaha, really fucking funny guys!” Ryan shouted, jerking the door violently on its hinges.
“This is no joke Ryan Stiles. All of you need to take a seat in the center of the stage.” An eerie voice commanded.
“Who the fuck is that?! Taping starts in a few minutes, this is no time for a Halloween joke!” Drew said angrily.
“I do not like to repeat myself but I will forgive you all just this once. This is not a joke—go sit in the center of the stage now.” The voice was deafening now and the men stumbled to the stage in their haste to comply.
“Much better. I only get one night of power a year and you will not stall me in my celebration. You’ve already noticed that I sent messages to Mr. Proops and Mr. Davis earlier today. I wanted you all here this evening. The barrier between the living a dead is much thinner on All Hallows Eve and I am here tonight to use you all as I see fit. First things first, I want you all naked.”
“What?!” Wayne cried, looking around in shock.
“Mr. Brady, what did I say about repeating myself? Disrobe, now.”
Colin blushed furiously but he began unbuttoning his shirt immediately. The rest followed suit and soon they were crouching awkwardly on the stage completely nude. Their eyes were averted and they were trying vainly to cover themselves but they weren’t going to be allowed that reprieve much longer.
“Mr. Mocharie please perform fellatio on Mr. Stiles—and don’t act coy about it, I know you’ve done it before.” The voice chuckled evilly.
Colin glared at the ceiling for a second but moved to kneel in front of his lover. Ryan wasn’t at all erect and Colin knew he had his work cut out for him. He nuzzled the patch of coarse curls at his groin before pulling his cock into his mouth. Ryan began to firm involuntarily Colin sucked hard to encourage it. Ryan’s hand clamped onto his shoulder and tried to pull him away and Colin resisted, instead he moved closer and took more of Ryan into his mouth. A gasp escaped from Ryan’s lips and Colin congratulated himself on his skill.
“While Mr. Mocharie is occupied I’d like Mr. Brady and Mr. Davis to touch each other—keep in mind that your intent is to arouse.”
Jeff smiled encouragingly at Wayne before moving forward to cup the back of his head and press their lips together. Wayne allowed himself to be pulled close and petted—his mind was in chaos though and Jeff could tell that he was thinking too much. He lowered his hand to grip his ass and Jeff almost heard Wayne’s mind screech to a halt. He squeezed the firm globes with his fingers and grinned when Wayne groaned softly into the kiss. Jeff took the opening easily and slipped his tongue into the other mans mouth.
“Oh fuck Colin…” Ryan groaned and the rest of the cast turned away from the spectacle of Jeff and Wayne to see Colin’s head bobbing rhythmically on Ryan’s cock.
“I see that you three are getting a little excited, yes?”
Brad, Greg and Drew blushed brightly and tried to cover their growing erections. This only caused the Voice to chuckle again.
“I know how to solve this little dilemma. Mr. Proops, you can service Mr. Carey while Mr. Sherwood pleasures you how ever he sees fit.”
Drew leaned back on his hands and watched through lowered lashes and Greg’s mouth descended on his cock. Then his eyes slammed shut instinctively to savor the feeling of wet suction around him. He felt, rather than saw, when Brad began touching Greg—the other man murmured around his erection and Drew swore he saw stars.
Sounds of pleasure reverberated around the studio. The stage itself was a like a scene from an x-rated film, Colin was fisting his own cock in time with Ryan’s thrusts into his mouth. Jeff had wrapped a hand around both his and Wayne’s cocks and was pumping them slowly. Drew gave up on sitting upright and flopped back on the stage as his hips bucked up into the wet cavern of Greggs mouth. Brad was lying between Greg’s splayed thighs laving each of his balls in turn before lapping at the pre-come at the head of his cock.
Ryan came first, his cry echoing loudly in the large room. Colin followed him quickly and they slumped together in a pile of twitching limbs. A keening cry was heard from Wayne then he was coming as well, spraying Jeff’s stomach with sticky fluid. Jeff gathered most of Waynes semen into his hand then stroked himself roughly until his eyes rolled back and he painted pearly ropes on Wayne’s torso. They fell gingerly to their knees together before finally curling up on the floor—their mouths still fused together.
Drew’s hands were fisted in Greg’s spiky hair and he was thrusting erratically down his throat. Greg swallowed around him then hummed loudly—causing Drew to make a high pitched noise in his throat before spilling down Greg’s esophagus. Brad sucked hard on Greg and gripped himself roughly. It only took a second more and they were both toppling over the edge.
All the men were panting in exhaustion on the stage when they heard the voice again.
“Thank you gentlemen—this was enough to please my lover. I bid you all farewell.”
*** *** ***
Colin and Ryan shot bolt upright in bed and turned to each other with wide eyes.
“Tell me you didn’t just have the same dream I did.” Ryan begged.
“Jesus Fuck, I think I did.” Colin said in horror, and then he felt the wet stickiness in his pajama pants.
“Oh I’m too old for this shit.” Ryan groaned as he got up to get into the shower.
“I wonder if the rest of the guys had the same dream.” Colin wondered, following Ryan into the bathroom.
*** *** ***
The lights had been flicked on in five other bedrooms as well as the rest of the cast struggled to catch their breath. What a bizarre dream they all thought. Then something more terrifying occurred to them—how were they ever going to face each other during taping?
Title: The Danger of Taping on Halloween
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Colin, Jeff/Wayne, Drew/Greg/Brad
Summary: Drew's getting ready for a taping when suddenly there are too many cast members and a ghost ordering them to strip.
Drew grimaced as he sat at his desk. It was really bloody cold in the studio today! Why in the hell did they still have the air-conditioner on it October? Drew shook his head at the idiot janitors as he blew a puff of hot air on his icy fingers. The rest of the cast came onto the stage and settled into their own seats and the stage manager announced that the audience would be let in a five minutes. Then something odd happened—Greg and Jeff came onto the stage as well. Drew looked at them in confusion since Brad was already in his customary seat.
“Why are you two here? You guys aren’t filming until next week.” He said slowly.
Just then the lights flickered and a door somewhere off stage slammed. All of the men jumped up and began looking around. They were alone in the studio; everyone else had been locked out when the stage door slammed. Ryan tried the door behind him but found it locked, Brad found the same when he turned the handle on the other door.
“Hahaha, really fucking funny guys!” Ryan shouted, jerking the door violently on its hinges.
“This is no joke Ryan Stiles. All of you need to take a seat in the center of the stage.” An eerie voice commanded.
“Who the fuck is that?! Taping starts in a few minutes, this is no time for a Halloween joke!” Drew said angrily.
“I do not like to repeat myself but I will forgive you all just this once. This is not a joke—go sit in the center of the stage now.” The voice was deafening now and the men stumbled to the stage in their haste to comply.
“Much better. I only get one night of power a year and you will not stall me in my celebration. You’ve already noticed that I sent messages to Mr. Proops and Mr. Davis earlier today. I wanted you all here this evening. The barrier between the living a dead is much thinner on All Hallows Eve and I am here tonight to use you all as I see fit. First things first, I want you all naked.”
“What?!” Wayne cried, looking around in shock.
“Mr. Brady, what did I say about repeating myself? Disrobe, now.”
Colin blushed furiously but he began unbuttoning his shirt immediately. The rest followed suit and soon they were crouching awkwardly on the stage completely nude. Their eyes were averted and they were trying vainly to cover themselves but they weren’t going to be allowed that reprieve much longer.
“Mr. Mocharie please perform fellatio on Mr. Stiles—and don’t act coy about it, I know you’ve done it before.” The voice chuckled evilly.
Colin glared at the ceiling for a second but moved to kneel in front of his lover. Ryan wasn’t at all erect and Colin knew he had his work cut out for him. He nuzzled the patch of coarse curls at his groin before pulling his cock into his mouth. Ryan began to firm involuntarily Colin sucked hard to encourage it. Ryan’s hand clamped onto his shoulder and tried to pull him away and Colin resisted, instead he moved closer and took more of Ryan into his mouth. A gasp escaped from Ryan’s lips and Colin congratulated himself on his skill.
“While Mr. Mocharie is occupied I’d like Mr. Brady and Mr. Davis to touch each other—keep in mind that your intent is to arouse.”
Jeff smiled encouragingly at Wayne before moving forward to cup the back of his head and press their lips together. Wayne allowed himself to be pulled close and petted—his mind was in chaos though and Jeff could tell that he was thinking too much. He lowered his hand to grip his ass and Jeff almost heard Wayne’s mind screech to a halt. He squeezed the firm globes with his fingers and grinned when Wayne groaned softly into the kiss. Jeff took the opening easily and slipped his tongue into the other mans mouth.
“Oh fuck Colin…” Ryan groaned and the rest of the cast turned away from the spectacle of Jeff and Wayne to see Colin’s head bobbing rhythmically on Ryan’s cock.
“I see that you three are getting a little excited, yes?”
Brad, Greg and Drew blushed brightly and tried to cover their growing erections. This only caused the Voice to chuckle again.
“I know how to solve this little dilemma. Mr. Proops, you can service Mr. Carey while Mr. Sherwood pleasures you how ever he sees fit.”
Drew leaned back on his hands and watched through lowered lashes and Greg’s mouth descended on his cock. Then his eyes slammed shut instinctively to savor the feeling of wet suction around him. He felt, rather than saw, when Brad began touching Greg—the other man murmured around his erection and Drew swore he saw stars.
Sounds of pleasure reverberated around the studio. The stage itself was a like a scene from an x-rated film, Colin was fisting his own cock in time with Ryan’s thrusts into his mouth. Jeff had wrapped a hand around both his and Wayne’s cocks and was pumping them slowly. Drew gave up on sitting upright and flopped back on the stage as his hips bucked up into the wet cavern of Greggs mouth. Brad was lying between Greg’s splayed thighs laving each of his balls in turn before lapping at the pre-come at the head of his cock.
Ryan came first, his cry echoing loudly in the large room. Colin followed him quickly and they slumped together in a pile of twitching limbs. A keening cry was heard from Wayne then he was coming as well, spraying Jeff’s stomach with sticky fluid. Jeff gathered most of Waynes semen into his hand then stroked himself roughly until his eyes rolled back and he painted pearly ropes on Wayne’s torso. They fell gingerly to their knees together before finally curling up on the floor—their mouths still fused together.
Drew’s hands were fisted in Greg’s spiky hair and he was thrusting erratically down his throat. Greg swallowed around him then hummed loudly—causing Drew to make a high pitched noise in his throat before spilling down Greg’s esophagus. Brad sucked hard on Greg and gripped himself roughly. It only took a second more and they were both toppling over the edge.
All the men were panting in exhaustion on the stage when they heard the voice again.
“Thank you gentlemen—this was enough to please my lover. I bid you all farewell.”
*** *** ***
Colin and Ryan shot bolt upright in bed and turned to each other with wide eyes.
“Tell me you didn’t just have the same dream I did.” Ryan begged.
“Jesus Fuck, I think I did.” Colin said in horror, and then he felt the wet stickiness in his pajama pants.
“Oh I’m too old for this shit.” Ryan groaned as he got up to get into the shower.
“I wonder if the rest of the guys had the same dream.” Colin wondered, following Ryan into the bathroom.
*** *** ***
The lights had been flicked on in five other bedrooms as well as the rest of the cast struggled to catch their breath. What a bizarre dream they all thought. Then something more terrifying occurred to them—how were they ever going to face each other during taping?
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Date: 2007-10-16 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-16 05:39 pm (UTC)But the thought of Jeff/Wayne made my brain very happy. ;)
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:22 am (UTC)Indeed, and the fact that Wayne stopped thinking about anything when Jeff grabbed that bubblicious behind was genius!
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