[Ficlet] Flavor Crystals
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Flavor Crystals
Author: Clay
Pairing: Ryan/Colin (Col’s POV)
Rating: R
Summary: A conversation in the midst of things.
Author’s notes: This is probably the most stupid, inane thing I’ve ever written, but you know how it goes when you get an idea in your head.
“You know,” Ryan said, one hand still wrapped loosely around the base of my shaft, lips moist with saliva and shining in the dull moonlight streaming through the open window, “going down on a guy – it’s like flavor crystals.”
I could only blink at him in confusion and wish that he’d stop talking and start putting his mouth to far more pleasurable uses.
“It’s like,” Ryan was continuing, oblivious to the fact that he had stopped in the middle of what may possibly have been the greatest blowjob of my life to have inane conversation, “when your mouth is around another guy’s penis, it’s just skin. It tastes pretty normal. But every once in a while when you’re coming up for air, your tongue slides over the top and you get this little burst of flavor. Like a flavor crystal.”
Now I was getting impatient. I put a hand on his head, gently pressing him back down to my crotch. “Well, if you like that, then why don’t you keep going?”
“Or maybe it’s like a Tootsie Pop,” he said, ignoring me completely. In fact, he was sitting up now, and I watched in disappointed horror as his mouth got farther and farther from my crotch. “It’s good, but then you get to the center and it’s great.”
“You’re not planning on biting my penis, are you?” I joked, the pressure I was putting on his head increasing slightly.
“No, of course not. But did you ever think about it?”
“No,” I said flatly.
“Well, I was just thinking about that. It’s like, you do it, and you’re enjoying it, but it’s not really worth it until you find the prize at the bottom of the cereal box.”
“You know what I think it’s like?” I cut in suddenly. Ryan looked to me curiously. “It’s like you’re getting this absolutely fabulous blowjob, and then your boyfriend stops right in the middle of it to tell you a story about candy, and you decide right then that he’s never getting any sex again. Ever.”
There was a long moment of silence where Ryan just stared at me, blinking in the darkness. A sheepish smile spread across his lips.
“We’ll just talk about this later, then,” he said, nodding toward my erection and giving it a squeeze.
“Yes.” I grinned. “Later.”
End
8/19/05
Author: Clay
Pairing: Ryan/Colin (Col’s POV)
Rating: R
Summary: A conversation in the midst of things.
Author’s notes: This is probably the most stupid, inane thing I’ve ever written, but you know how it goes when you get an idea in your head.
“You know,” Ryan said, one hand still wrapped loosely around the base of my shaft, lips moist with saliva and shining in the dull moonlight streaming through the open window, “going down on a guy – it’s like flavor crystals.”
I could only blink at him in confusion and wish that he’d stop talking and start putting his mouth to far more pleasurable uses.
“It’s like,” Ryan was continuing, oblivious to the fact that he had stopped in the middle of what may possibly have been the greatest blowjob of my life to have inane conversation, “when your mouth is around another guy’s penis, it’s just skin. It tastes pretty normal. But every once in a while when you’re coming up for air, your tongue slides over the top and you get this little burst of flavor. Like a flavor crystal.”
Now I was getting impatient. I put a hand on his head, gently pressing him back down to my crotch. “Well, if you like that, then why don’t you keep going?”
“Or maybe it’s like a Tootsie Pop,” he said, ignoring me completely. In fact, he was sitting up now, and I watched in disappointed horror as his mouth got farther and farther from my crotch. “It’s good, but then you get to the center and it’s great.”
“You’re not planning on biting my penis, are you?” I joked, the pressure I was putting on his head increasing slightly.
“No, of course not. But did you ever think about it?”
“No,” I said flatly.
“Well, I was just thinking about that. It’s like, you do it, and you’re enjoying it, but it’s not really worth it until you find the prize at the bottom of the cereal box.”
“You know what I think it’s like?” I cut in suddenly. Ryan looked to me curiously. “It’s like you’re getting this absolutely fabulous blowjob, and then your boyfriend stops right in the middle of it to tell you a story about candy, and you decide right then that he’s never getting any sex again. Ever.”
There was a long moment of silence where Ryan just stared at me, blinking in the darkness. A sheepish smile spread across his lips.
“We’ll just talk about this later, then,” he said, nodding toward my erection and giving it a squeeze.
“Yes.” I grinned. “Later.”
End
8/19/05
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