My 100 Ways Fic
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i_amthecosmos100 Ways Challenge Fic
“Marble”
Way No. 99, Outdoors
Pairing: Chris/Justin
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dizmo
Disclaimer: Making this up as fast as I can.
Justin yawned and squirmed in the front seat. “Where are you taking me tonight, man? And why couldn’t we take the bikes?”
“You’ll see, and we can’t ride because the road gets a little bumpy in a minute,” Chris told him. On cue, the Explorer rocked from a pothole that felt like an entrance to hell, far as Justin was concerned.
“Oookay…heading off the beaten path, in the middle of the night, with a blanket and a jumbo-sized tube of lube in the backseat. What’s up, are you going to take me out to Deliverance-ville and let some fucker with no teeth in my ass? ‘Cause I ain’t playing if that’s the case.”
“No baby, I’ve got more class that that. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Chris winked a little in Justin’s direction and kept driving, finally reaching the edge of the gravel road and stopping. “From here, we’re gonna walk, are you in?”
Justin took a deep breath, looked at Chris and said, “Okay. I’m in.”
Chris grabbed the blanket and lube and stuffed them in a picnic basket he had stored under the front seat. He grabbed a flashlight out of the basket and tossed another one to Justin. Justin thought the moon was bright enough that they could not bother, but safety first, he guessed. Chris kissed him quick, then headed into the woods in front of them. Justin followed, shivering a little. “Are we gonna camp out in the woods? We didn’t bring a tent.”
“Nah, we ain’t staying that long. And don’t worry, you’ll see when we get there.” Chris reached back and took Justin’s hand, leading him. Justin followed, glad that one of them seemed to know where they were going. As a kid, Justin would sometimes let Trace talk him into going into the woods, supposedly to go coon hunting or to just get away from the family. Justin never really liked it, he hated getting dirty as a kid and he was afraid of getting lost out there. Plus he never much cared for hunting, something he had never been able to explain to Trace. Now he had been a city boy for far too long to feel comfortable walking a path in the country at midnight.
“Scared?”
“Nervous.”
“It’ll be okay. I have my cell phone, the truck’s not far. There’s nobody around for miles, so your bare ass won’t be leading the nightly news, I swear.”
Justin chuckled. “Okay.”
They headed down the narrow path, Chris still holding Justin’s hand and pulling him along like a toy. Justin smiled a little at the thought; he was Chris’ toy. They loved each other equally and strongly, but Chris tended to take control in bed. That was fine, he liked that. He felt that he protected Chris from his own neurosis, and Chris allowed him to not be in control for this one part of his life. It worked out well. But then he got his first glimpse of where they were headed, and started to wish that Chris didn’t have such a death grip on his cock.
“Chris.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It’s a fuckin’ graveyard, Chris! There’s dead people here!”
“Well, yes. Hence the term ‘graveyard’. You don’t think it’s kinda sexy?”
Justin just stared at him for a second. “Who are you and when did you switch my Chris’ brain with Marilyn Manson’s? No. I let you tie me up, I did the dildo training, fisting, all of that stuff-but here I draw the line. You are not bending me over a tombstone.”
“Why not? No, look. It’s a beautiful night, we’re completely alone, and…I like it. I think it’s nice here. Peaceful.”
“Peaceful,” Justin repeated. “Well, since everyone’s dead, I guess so.”
“No see…”and Chris grabbed his arm. Justin thought about resisting just this once, but instinct took over and he allowed himself to be walked into the middle of the graveyard. He stepped on a few graves on the way and felt scared and oddly guilty. He shouldn’t have done that… but what difference did it make? Nobody in the graves knew they were there. “Just…look.”
Justin looked. The full moon shone off the gravestones until they glittered. He idly touched the marker closest to him and felt the cool, smooth marble. He shivered again, but this time it wasn’t entirely from fright. He felt a hand on his hip and jumped a little. “Shhh baby, it’s just me” and Chris covered Justin’s hand with his own. The wind started blowing and the cool air felt good against the heat in his cheeks. He was going to do it, he knew he would do whatever Chris wanted.
“Thatta boy” Chris whispered as Justin met his mouth in a kiss. Justin tried to communicate his lust and nervousness and all of him in the slide of his lips and tongue. After a minute Chris pulled back. “We don’t have to, you know. We can go back to the truck and go home if that’s what you want.”
“I don’t want to go home,” Justin said automatically. Chris quirked an eyebrow and Justin clarified. “I think I’m starting to like it, but yeah it makes me nervous. It just seems like such a strange thing to do.”
Chris smiled a bit. “You’ve missed a lot of things, being tutored all these years. When I was in school, all the kids would go to the local church graveyards to drink beer, drop acid and fuck. It’s what kids do. Thought I’d relive the experience with you, but without the substances, because we gotta drive back.”
Justin smiled. This whole thing made more sense now. “Okay. Let’s find a good place.”
They found a beautiful ancient statue/marker that looked like it had been there for a century and laid the blanket down under it. Chris took off his leather jacket and grabbed for Justin. They wound up with Chris kneeling and Justin sitting and were kissing again. And again, until Justin’s mouth was bruised... Chris ran his small clever hands all over Justin’s back, ass and chest, before sliding under his shirt and teasing his nipples. He heard the gasp but almost didn’t recognize it as coming from him, and he arched up, tearing his mouth from Chris’. “That’s…that’s good.”
He heard Chris chuckle and then felt hot wet suction on his nipple. He heard his gasp and then the wind carried it off, and it didn’t matter. Didn’t matter at all because now Chris was unbuttoning Justin’s jeans and he wasn’t thinking about anything else.
He was naked and on his hands and knees before his brain really caught up with how fast this was going. He felt Chris behind him, putting a lube slick finger in him and god he couldn’t think at all. All he could do was feel. The finger, the wind on his face and he leaned forward and felt the cool smooth stone of the marker on his forehead. Chris had two fingers in him now, stretching and pushing against his prostate and it was so good. It was also really amazingly stupid, getting fucked outdoors in a graveyard in the middle of nowhere, but he didn’t care.
“Okay baby?” and before he could respond he heard the slide of the condom. The fingers left him and before he had a chance to protest the loss Chris slid into him in one motion. “Oh oh oh” and Justin thought he was going to come right there. He pushed back as Chris thrust in, and they had a fast, hard rhythm. He knocked his head against the marker a little bit, so he pulled his head up. Chris was pounding into him and he couldn’t really focus on the writing, but he did catch a few words. Iris…loving wife…1875…1920… and you would think that would kill the mood but it didn’t. It couldn’t because now Chris was getting his prostate with every thrust and all he could think was how grateful he was to have Chris. And how much he wanted to come.
“Chris…please…”and he felt a strong hand encircle his cock. He didn’t last more than three strokes and he was coming so hard he couldn’t see.
“Justin”.
Justin stirred, just a bit.
“Justin, come on, back to life. It’s starting to get damn cold out here.
He moved, just a little. “Your idea.”
“Yes I know, now I’m beginning to regret it. Let’s go before someone finds the truck and starts looking for us.”
Justin rolled over and pulled his pants back up, then stood. Chris started putting the blanket and lube back in the basket and they were on their way.
“Did you have a good time, baby?”
“Yeah, I did.” And Justin made a note to come back here during the day, and put some flowers on Iris’ grave.
“Marble”
Way No. 99, Outdoors
Pairing: Chris/Justin
Beta:
dizmoDisclaimer: Making this up as fast as I can.
Justin yawned and squirmed in the front seat. “Where are you taking me tonight, man? And why couldn’t we take the bikes?”
“You’ll see, and we can’t ride because the road gets a little bumpy in a minute,” Chris told him. On cue, the Explorer rocked from a pothole that felt like an entrance to hell, far as Justin was concerned.
“Oookay…heading off the beaten path, in the middle of the night, with a blanket and a jumbo-sized tube of lube in the backseat. What’s up, are you going to take me out to Deliverance-ville and let some fucker with no teeth in my ass? ‘Cause I ain’t playing if that’s the case.”
“No baby, I’ve got more class that that. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Chris winked a little in Justin’s direction and kept driving, finally reaching the edge of the gravel road and stopping. “From here, we’re gonna walk, are you in?”
Justin took a deep breath, looked at Chris and said, “Okay. I’m in.”
Chris grabbed the blanket and lube and stuffed them in a picnic basket he had stored under the front seat. He grabbed a flashlight out of the basket and tossed another one to Justin. Justin thought the moon was bright enough that they could not bother, but safety first, he guessed. Chris kissed him quick, then headed into the woods in front of them. Justin followed, shivering a little. “Are we gonna camp out in the woods? We didn’t bring a tent.”
“Nah, we ain’t staying that long. And don’t worry, you’ll see when we get there.” Chris reached back and took Justin’s hand, leading him. Justin followed, glad that one of them seemed to know where they were going. As a kid, Justin would sometimes let Trace talk him into going into the woods, supposedly to go coon hunting or to just get away from the family. Justin never really liked it, he hated getting dirty as a kid and he was afraid of getting lost out there. Plus he never much cared for hunting, something he had never been able to explain to Trace. Now he had been a city boy for far too long to feel comfortable walking a path in the country at midnight.
“Scared?”
“Nervous.”
“It’ll be okay. I have my cell phone, the truck’s not far. There’s nobody around for miles, so your bare ass won’t be leading the nightly news, I swear.”
Justin chuckled. “Okay.”
They headed down the narrow path, Chris still holding Justin’s hand and pulling him along like a toy. Justin smiled a little at the thought; he was Chris’ toy. They loved each other equally and strongly, but Chris tended to take control in bed. That was fine, he liked that. He felt that he protected Chris from his own neurosis, and Chris allowed him to not be in control for this one part of his life. It worked out well. But then he got his first glimpse of where they were headed, and started to wish that Chris didn’t have such a death grip on his cock.
“Chris.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It’s a fuckin’ graveyard, Chris! There’s dead people here!”
“Well, yes. Hence the term ‘graveyard’. You don’t think it’s kinda sexy?”
Justin just stared at him for a second. “Who are you and when did you switch my Chris’ brain with Marilyn Manson’s? No. I let you tie me up, I did the dildo training, fisting, all of that stuff-but here I draw the line. You are not bending me over a tombstone.”
“Why not? No, look. It’s a beautiful night, we’re completely alone, and…I like it. I think it’s nice here. Peaceful.”
“Peaceful,” Justin repeated. “Well, since everyone’s dead, I guess so.”
“No see…”and Chris grabbed his arm. Justin thought about resisting just this once, but instinct took over and he allowed himself to be walked into the middle of the graveyard. He stepped on a few graves on the way and felt scared and oddly guilty. He shouldn’t have done that… but what difference did it make? Nobody in the graves knew they were there. “Just…look.”
Justin looked. The full moon shone off the gravestones until they glittered. He idly touched the marker closest to him and felt the cool, smooth marble. He shivered again, but this time it wasn’t entirely from fright. He felt a hand on his hip and jumped a little. “Shhh baby, it’s just me” and Chris covered Justin’s hand with his own. The wind started blowing and the cool air felt good against the heat in his cheeks. He was going to do it, he knew he would do whatever Chris wanted.
“Thatta boy” Chris whispered as Justin met his mouth in a kiss. Justin tried to communicate his lust and nervousness and all of him in the slide of his lips and tongue. After a minute Chris pulled back. “We don’t have to, you know. We can go back to the truck and go home if that’s what you want.”
“I don’t want to go home,” Justin said automatically. Chris quirked an eyebrow and Justin clarified. “I think I’m starting to like it, but yeah it makes me nervous. It just seems like such a strange thing to do.”
Chris smiled a bit. “You’ve missed a lot of things, being tutored all these years. When I was in school, all the kids would go to the local church graveyards to drink beer, drop acid and fuck. It’s what kids do. Thought I’d relive the experience with you, but without the substances, because we gotta drive back.”
Justin smiled. This whole thing made more sense now. “Okay. Let’s find a good place.”
They found a beautiful ancient statue/marker that looked like it had been there for a century and laid the blanket down under it. Chris took off his leather jacket and grabbed for Justin. They wound up with Chris kneeling and Justin sitting and were kissing again. And again, until Justin’s mouth was bruised... Chris ran his small clever hands all over Justin’s back, ass and chest, before sliding under his shirt and teasing his nipples. He heard the gasp but almost didn’t recognize it as coming from him, and he arched up, tearing his mouth from Chris’. “That’s…that’s good.”
He heard Chris chuckle and then felt hot wet suction on his nipple. He heard his gasp and then the wind carried it off, and it didn’t matter. Didn’t matter at all because now Chris was unbuttoning Justin’s jeans and he wasn’t thinking about anything else.
He was naked and on his hands and knees before his brain really caught up with how fast this was going. He felt Chris behind him, putting a lube slick finger in him and god he couldn’t think at all. All he could do was feel. The finger, the wind on his face and he leaned forward and felt the cool smooth stone of the marker on his forehead. Chris had two fingers in him now, stretching and pushing against his prostate and it was so good. It was also really amazingly stupid, getting fucked outdoors in a graveyard in the middle of nowhere, but he didn’t care.
“Okay baby?” and before he could respond he heard the slide of the condom. The fingers left him and before he had a chance to protest the loss Chris slid into him in one motion. “Oh oh oh” and Justin thought he was going to come right there. He pushed back as Chris thrust in, and they had a fast, hard rhythm. He knocked his head against the marker a little bit, so he pulled his head up. Chris was pounding into him and he couldn’t really focus on the writing, but he did catch a few words. Iris…loving wife…1875…1920… and you would think that would kill the mood but it didn’t. It couldn’t because now Chris was getting his prostate with every thrust and all he could think was how grateful he was to have Chris. And how much he wanted to come.
“Chris…please…”and he felt a strong hand encircle his cock. He didn’t last more than three strokes and he was coming so hard he couldn’t see.
“Justin”.
Justin stirred, just a bit.
“Justin, come on, back to life. It’s starting to get damn cold out here.
He moved, just a little. “Your idea.”
“Yes I know, now I’m beginning to regret it. Let’s go before someone finds the truck and starts looking for us.”
Justin rolled over and pulled his pants back up, then stood. Chris started putting the blanket and lube back in the basket and they were on their way.
“Did you have a good time, baby?”
“Yeah, I did.” And Justin made a note to come back here during the day, and put some flowers on Iris’ grave.
