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Chris's Teensy Tiny Ass and the Cock o' Doom, by sirkate and bard_mercutio (NC17)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirkate, bard_mercutio
Author Website: Index to Stories
Why this must be read:
Really, how can you not love a story with a title like that? The summary for this story is 'overgifted', because apparently Lance has a 'problem' that a lot of men would like to have. Chris, however, is appreciative.
I can't claim that this is a *great* story, but I have such affection for it that it must be recced. The story is basically a PWP, and written by two authors, which does mean it's in that rather awkward 'tennis match' style of POV swapping, a legitimate choice but not one I really like. However, it is kinda fun being inside both their heads for the scene. The sex is adorable, in fact, my original comment to the story was, for something with explicit ass-fucking, it's really sweet.
Chris's arms go around Lance tightly, demandingly. And when they pull apart, he says, "Take me to bed."
Lance complies. He's tingling all over in anticipation. Inwardly, he's counting. This long until he gets to the stairs, this many stairs until they get to the top, this far to the bed, this long to get the lube open and grab a condom.
Lance is moving steadily onward, straight to the goal. Chris has no problem with goal-oriented people. They get things done. In this case, Chris is the thing to be done. Which Chris also doesn't mind. But he takes the condom away from Lance and opens it himself. "You sure this'll fit?" he questions.
"Chris, no jokes, okay?"
"It was a real question," Chris says, but quietly. He starts rolling it down Lance, having to push firmly to keep it from rolling back up. It fits, but it's sort of tight. "It feels okay?" Chris asks quietly. He's hard, himself; ready and raring to go, go, go. But he doesn't want Lance feeling bad. That would defeat the purpose.
"It fits," Lance says tensely. He bought the damn things himself. Or put them on the sheet for his P.A. to buy. Same thing. He should know that they fit.
Chris's Teensy Tiny Ass and the Cock o' Doom
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Author on LJ:
sirkate, bard_mercutioAuthor Website: Index to Stories
Why this must be read:
Really, how can you not love a story with a title like that? The summary for this story is 'overgifted', because apparently Lance has a 'problem' that a lot of men would like to have. Chris, however, is appreciative.
I can't claim that this is a *great* story, but I have such affection for it that it must be recced. The story is basically a PWP, and written by two authors, which does mean it's in that rather awkward 'tennis match' style of POV swapping, a legitimate choice but not one I really like. However, it is kinda fun being inside both their heads for the scene. The sex is adorable, in fact, my original comment to the story was, for something with explicit ass-fucking, it's really sweet.
Chris's arms go around Lance tightly, demandingly. And when they pull apart, he says, "Take me to bed."
Lance complies. He's tingling all over in anticipation. Inwardly, he's counting. This long until he gets to the stairs, this many stairs until they get to the top, this far to the bed, this long to get the lube open and grab a condom.
Lance is moving steadily onward, straight to the goal. Chris has no problem with goal-oriented people. They get things done. In this case, Chris is the thing to be done. Which Chris also doesn't mind. But he takes the condom away from Lance and opens it himself. "You sure this'll fit?" he questions.
"Chris, no jokes, okay?"
"It was a real question," Chris says, but quietly. He starts rolling it down Lance, having to push firmly to keep it from rolling back up. It fits, but it's sort of tight. "It feels okay?" Chris asks quietly. He's hard, himself; ready and raring to go, go, go. But he doesn't want Lance feeling bad. That would defeat the purpose.
"It fits," Lance says tensely. He bought the damn things himself. Or put them on the sheet for his P.A. to buy. Same thing. He should know that they fit.
Chris's Teensy Tiny Ass and the Cock o' Doom
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