Bedsheets, Sticky Skin And All

Bedsheets, Sticky Skin And All

Posted: July 2005
Title: Bedsheets, Sticky Skin and All
Author: Decadence
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Marton
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's all lies.
Warnings: Basically a PWP...if that's a bad thing.
Author's Notes: Once again inspired by the lovely jazzyjean. What can I say, babe? You push me in all the right ways. ;)

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Craig opens his eyes slowly in the early morning light. The sun is just getting ready to rise over the horizon. He can see it from his spot in the comfortably huge bed that faces the open archways of the bedroom. This time of year in Greece is lovely...

He closes his eyes as he remembers the dream he just woke up from, stretching across the bed and encountering warm flesh. A smile spreads over his face as he turns to see Marton still sleeping beside him. His smile turns seductive as he slides his hand down the center of his own bare stomach, wrapping his fingers loosely around his cock.

He closes his eyes as he begins to stroke lazily, arching his back as his shaft grows harder and harder under his touch. He spreads his legs slightly, pulling his knees up and hitching his hips as his own touch threatens to undo him. His free hand drifts lower, beneath his balls to trace his entrance. As he strokes and squeezes, he contemplates pressing inside, trying to determine if he's still open enough from last night to need lube or not.

He finally decides it's not worth the risk and lifts his hand toward his mouth to wet his fingers. His eyes fly open when his wrist is grabbed. His hand stops all movement on his cock as he glances at Marton guiltily.

"Who told you to stop?"

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Who told you to stop?

Marton growls into the silence broken only by Craig's erratic breathing. He pulls Craig's hand to his mouth and laves his fingers, wetting them thoroughly as he sucks them into the warmth of his mouth before setting Craig free.

He turns on his side, facing Craig and watching the younger man work his body. Seeing Craig like this makes Marton burn. He looks so wild and free as his hands begin to move again, stroking and pulling and teasing himself until his breath grows short and his body arches from the bed. It's at that precise moment that he slides a finger inside himself.

Craig is nearly lost at the thought of Marton watching him do this. He can feel his lover's dark eyes on his flesh, like fingertips gliding over his skin as he strokes himself closer to completion. He arches his back and slides a finger inside, adding a second one shortly. He hits that spot immediately and it makes his body seize up.

Marton watches as Craig starts to come, his shaft pumping pearly strands of semen onto his stomach and lower chest. The milky fluid contrasts beautifully with Craig's tanned skin and Marton can't stop himself from reaching a hand out and smearing the glistening liquid over the smooth planes of muscle.

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Craig turns lazy, sated eyes to Marton as he collapses against the mattress. He looks well-fucked, but Marty knows the truth of that. He knows that Craig's own hands brought about the bliss he sees on the other man's face. Marton intends to remedy that slight problem.

He reaches for Craig, pulling his boneless body toward him and fitting it against him. He spoons behind Craig, reaching down between their bodies to palm his own cock, spreading pre-come over the length of it and lining it up with Craig's quivering opening. Grasping Craig's hips, Marton pulls him back slowly, sliding inside in one long, steady push that forces a moan from the younger man.

He slips one arm under Craig's waist, and the other slides around to fondle the limp shaft that Marton hopes to bring to life again. He drops his head forward, lips sliding over the back of Craig's neck as he starts to thrust. Marton aims for Craig's prostate, making Craig groan and shiver in his arms as the member in Marton's hand begins to fill anew. Each nip of teeth in the nape of Craig's neck makes him jerk into Marton's hand.

Marton slips inside, the grasping heat of Craig's insides drawing him as deep as he can go. His eyes flutter shut at the sensation of being milked by the body in front of him...the most beloved body that he's ever held. He pulls back, growling low in his throat as Craig whimpers his name.

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Craig's cock is hard and throbbing again as Marton pushes him over onto his stomach and begins to fuck him in earnest. He pushes Craig's knees apart and moves his hands to Craig's hips, pulling him up to meet every thrust. The smaller man's hands slip and slide on the cool cotton sheets, reaching for something to brace himself on.

Marton slides his hands up the side of Craig's body, along his arms, guiding his hands to the bedposts and twining their fingers together as he pushes hard into Craig's willing body. "Marty..." Craig whines in that sexy 'I'm coming' voice, "can't hold out much longer..." he breathes, his voice wavering as he takes the pounding Marton gives him.

"Don't hold back, Craig," Marton whispers into the ear of the man beneath him, "let it all go, baby...come for me..." One hand moves quickly back to Craig's cock, wanting to feel it twitch as the younger man comes. He's not disappointed at all. He wraps his fingers around the ridge beneath the head, cupping his palm over the end just as Craig spills again.

He lets the sated man fall to the mattress, bringing his come covered hand up and grasping Craig's hip again, smearing Craig's release on his skin as he thrusts inside one last time, his body exploding into a thousand different pieces. He fills Craig, pulling out before he's finished coming and adding his own seed to the mess on Craig's skin.

Even in the throes of climax, Marton grins at Craig's muffled, 'fuck!' when he feels Marton's heat on his lower back. Marton collapses next to Craig, tugging him into his arms once more. "You okay, baby?" he murmurs into the shell of Craig's ear.

"I feel so used," Craig replies solemnly. There's a long pause as Marton begins to wonder if he went too far. "But I love it," Craig adds, rubbing his wet, sticky body against Marton.

Marton closes his eyes in relief, wallowing against Craig's filth. "And I love you..."

They both fall asleep in the early morning sunshine, bedsheets and sticky skin and all.

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THE END

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