Title: Just For Fun
Rating: NC-17 for m/m explicit sexual situations...
Pairing: R/M who else is there?...
Summary: First Time PWP
Archive: If you like it, sure!
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Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own `em. Just play with them once in a while.
Warning: This story is NC-17, for m/m sexual situations and some 4 letter words. Also be aware that the sex is a little rough, and might be legally considered non-consensual.
If you are underage, go away and come back when you are old enough. If this kind of material offends you, why are you here? ..
Notes: All mistakes are mine, not beta read.. it's just for fun as the title states and it's really short anyway... ______________________________________________________________________
JUST FOR FUN
A PWP by AeVaL.
Richie sat on the bench in the dojo watching Duncan go through one of his famous Kata's. It was just another day, boring as ever, and it was going exactly like the day before.
He always thought that being immortal would be more exciting but after moving out on his own, his life had been pretty normal -- too normal.
He hadn't even gotten laid lately, thought he might even be losing his touch, but after putting things into perspective he realized that he spent all of his time working out, sparring with Mac or working.
The only time he ever got to see any girls was at Joe's and those he
knew too well to just have a roll in the hay with. He didn't want the
hassle of a new relationship. Things were complicated enough before
he knew he was immortal and after Tessas' death he knew he was just not
cut out for love.
Suddenly, the strong feeling of another immortal approaching
interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello MacLeod" Methos said as he walked in and took of his coat,
completely ignoring the other presence in the room.
Sparing was fun, and it was the only fun he ever really had anymore.
"What are you doing Richie?" MacLeod asked, curious as to why the
younger man suddenly decided to leave.
"I'm going home, I came to spar but you have company so I guess I'll
see you tomorrow" He answered and swung his duffel bag over his
shoulder.
"Richie, he's here for you, I want you to have a different opponent
once in a while and I thought it would be better if it was with
someone you can trust" MacLeod explained.
"Oh.." Richie said and looked Methos up and down, sizing up his
potential opponent. He put the duffel bag down on the bench and took of his shirt,
leaving only his jeans -- his very tight jeans.
"All right old man, let's see what you're made of" Richie said as he
picked up his sword.
Duncan laughed at the expression on Methos' face. He just stood there
while Richie circled around him with this huge evil grin..
Richie suddenly lunged forward, attacking Methos from behind.
It didn't even take a second for Methos to react and block the blow.
"You'll have to try harder than that," Methos snarled at him adding
an attack of his own.
They attacked and parried back and forward for about 15 minutes. Both
immortals had various injuries, which was making them each give more
and more to the fight.
Duncan watched in silence, impressed at how well Richie was managing.
He knew Methos was a good fighter and he had never expected Richie to
last this long. But there was something in his eyes, something that
Duncan could only describe as determination. A determination he hadn't
seen before -- at least not from Richie.
A few minutes later Richie's sword flew across the room.
A smile crossed Methos' face as he watched his opponents' weapon hit
the wall.
Without hesitation, the young immortal made a move that literally
swept Methos off his feet.
Duncan was almost in tears with laughter, as well as proud of
Richie.. He had learned well and that wasn't a move the younger man
had learned from him.
Methos lay on his back with a look of disbelief. "Looks like the years are creeping up on you Old Man, you fight like
a girl," Richie teased as he held the sword to Methos' neck. He then
tossed the sword to the side and straddled Methos' chest and arms .
He began to smack the shocked face with both hands.
"Common'! Or are you just going to lay there and let me beat you?."
Methos' face was fire engine red, he was getting more and more
furious by the minute, he couldn't free himself from Richie's
hold. "You're going to pay for this" He promised.
"Uuhuhhh I'm so scared" Richie said sarcastically.
Duncan could see how pissed Methos was, he decided to put a stop to
this before the old man decided to kill him for making him spar with
Richie in the first place.
"Okay Richie, That's enough for today, go take a shower and come up
for dinner" Mac ordered as he made his way up to the loft.
Richie looked at Methos and laughed, he then got up and walked towards
the bench to get a towel.
Methos stayed on the ground and tried to relax. It wasn't working.
He got up and stared at the boy who had wiped the floor with him.
Richie didn't know what hit him, he was suddenly on the floor and
his hands were being pinned up over his head.
"What are you going to do now you little shit?" Methos asked. He was
suddenly amused by the look of surprise on Richie's face. "There's
nowhere for you to run now and no way for you to get up off of this
floor"
Methos was straddling Richie's stomach, leaning forward and trying
to pin both hands down with only one of his own. His other hand was
reaching for Richie's sword. He wasn't going to kill the youngster;
he just wanted to scare him a little.
Richie had to think fast, he lifted his legs up and tried to kick
Methos in the back.
"Brat!" Methos yelled and stretched his body entirely over Richie's,
pinning the boys' legs down with his own.
"Face it Richie, there is no way out of this" Methos said in a low
tone through an amused smile. He was only a about an inch away from
Richie's face. The young one didn't know if Methos had noticed, but his pelvis was
pressing into Richie's groin. The smell of sweat, the hot breath in
his face, the long body pressed against his, so hard. The closeness
of the Methos' hot mouth.
Unsure of what he was doing Richie watched Methos' face. He licked
his lips as he felt the man wiggle around on top of him. His hips
unconsciously thrust upwards looking for more friction.
Methos, still somewhat steamed, thought that Richie was just trying
to wiggle away. He turned his head back to Richie's face and focused
on pinning the man down harder.
"Stop fighting it, I'm not letting you go" Methos began but as he was
going to turn away again. Richie lifted his head from the floor, closed his eyes and planted his lips firmly onto Methos' semi open mouth.
Methos' entire body stilled. His eyes opened wide in shock. Suddenly
he saw the lids before him part and azure eyes filled with desire
looked back at him -- the lips still kissing him.
Methos lost his grip on Richie's hands and the young immortal quickly
took hold of his head, bending it slightly and pressing their faces
even harder into one another. "Hhhmmmmmm"
Methos felt his body turn to jelly when the young one moaned against
his mouth. It echoed through his entire body causing him to shiver in
the unexpected delight, but he took too long to respond.
Methos lay on the floor cradling his pained flesh. He wasn't angry
with Richie, he was angry with himself. How could he have fallen for
that? Later that night... Richie lay face down on his bed, his arms and legs tightly secured to
the corners. Though the blindfold prevented him from seeing anything
he knew he was not alone. The presence of another of his kind rumbled
through his body like a permanent aftershock of a powerful
earthquake.
He became aware of his nudity when he felt the sting of a whip across
his rosy mounds.
The gag that had been placed on him muffled the sweet sound that
escaped his lips. To his surprise, he was getting turned on. Fear
flooded his brain and blood pumped hard into his now growing cock.
The sound of whip on skin mixed with a moan this time -- his pain
turning into a pleasure he hadn't expected.
"So you like that, don't you?"
Though the voice was softer and huskier than usual, he was able to
recognize it in an instant.
Another muffled moan escaped him when he felt the cold finer tracing
a line over the abused portion of his flesh. It was immediately
followed by a hard slap, causing his hardened shaft to strain against
the straps of the too tight cockring.
He then felt fingers parting his beaten cheeks, the hot breath
spreading along the crevice of his most forbidden place.
"Do you want me to taste you?" asked the seductive voice as it
flicked its tongue around the tiny entrance.
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Methos stood in the hallway by the younger immortals' door. He wasn't
sure what he was doing here but he knew he had to let Richie know
that he wasn't mad at him -- that they could be friends. He was
startled when he realized that the younger man hadn't come to the door
yet.
"Please... don't .....stop.... UUggghhh"
Methos' eyes widened in panic as he heard the cries coming from the
other side of the door. He was now more confused than ever, especially because he could only feel one presence. He took out his sword and turned the
door knob. To his surprise it was unlocked.
Sword and jaw seemed to hit the floor simultaneously.. Richie lay on the couch, legs spread apart and completely naked. One
hand was up over his head and the other was lazily stroking his
extremely hard cock.
"Methos please....mmmmm...I need it... so badly...." the boy cried
out in his sleep.
Methos shed his coat and walked closer to the couch. He reluctantly
climbed on between the younger mans' legs. He trailed a look along the
length of the body, starting at the glorious erection and continuing
up on to the younger mans chest. The hard nipples surrounded by
tiny golden curls. He licked his lips and shifted his sight upwards to
see the eternally boyish face.
"mmmmm please... want you..."
Methos wasn't thinking at all anymore; the small voice he had heard
in the back of his head telling him to run had been drowned by his
desire. He unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his
knees taking hold of his own need. He bent forward and engulfed the
young dripping shaft in one hard plunge.
"Oh God...... Methos" Richie cried out. His body arched , his hips
thrust upwards and his hands instinctively clasped onto the short
black hair, pushing himself deeper and deeper into the warm
cavern.
Methos pumped the hard flesh with his mouth furiously. In and out,
licking it, sucking it -- swallowing it whole. He was so turned on by
the taste of Richie's strained flesh, the feel of it against his
tongue. The smell of sweat and sex overflowed all of his senses. He removed
his hand from his own flesh and rubbed his fingers together,
spreading his pre-cum evenly along them. He breached the cleft
of the young virginal ass with one finger, easily finding the small
opening. He rubbed against it only long enough to feel Richie's
fingers tighten their grip on his too short hair.
Richie opened his eyes and gasped as he felt a finger entering him.
The line "We're not in Kansas anymore" briefly crossed his mind but
all thoughts were melted away when he felt the intruder brush against
his hidden spot.
"Ahhh... shit! So good, so good Methos went crazy when he realized the younger was awake and begging
him for more. He was so turned on he almost came. He plunged a
second finger into the tight passage and moaned along with Richie.
He let the cock slip from his mouth and watched as the younger
immortal impaled himself onto his hand.
An evil smirk crossed the older mans face. He wanted to hear Richie beg for it.
He slowed the pace the making sure his fingers didn't touch the
younger mans prostate. He slowly stroked the hardened flesh in his
other hand.
"What do you want Richie? Tell me what you want..."
Richie couldn't speak. Methos' voice was echoing through his brain,
sending shivers of anticipation through his body, but he didn't
want to answer -- he just wanted something to happen. He just wanted
more.
He thrust his hips hard, trying to get the older mans fingers imbedded into his ass but Methos was pulling away -- not allowing him to get what he most deeply wanted. He brought his hand back to his own hard cock and wrapped
it around Methos and began pumping harder and faster.
"Stop it or I won't give you what you want" Methos ordered...
Richie didn't dare open his eyes, he didn't want Methos to see how
much he wanted him. He hated knowing that he would do anything Methos asked right now -- anything just to feel that mouth around him again.
"Please Methos..." he begged, he whimpered, he whined like a bitch
in heat...
"Please Methos What?" Methos said and plunged his fingers in hard;
hitting the desired spot and wiggling his fingers around. The smirk
was now a full fledged satisfied grin.
"Ahhh... god... no no no don't.. don't stop.. please"
"I will give you anything you want as long as you ask" Methos
whispered in promise.
"Now tell me Richie, what do you want me to do to you?"...
"Anything... everything... ohhh god Methos.." Richie gasped in
desperation.
A strangled cry slipped Richie's throat as his body adjusted to the
new sensation. Methos had taken hold of his hips and was moving
Richie back and forward onto him.
Methos couldn't keep quiet anymore, the feel of Richie's hot little
ass engulfing him was too much.
"OH GODS YOU LITTLE SHIT... Sooo hot... so tight..." the words were
followed by moans of exquisite pleasure. He shifted himself to lay
on top of Richie and without opening his eyes he lay his head in the
crook of the young neck.
Richie wrapped his arms around Methos and began to grind his hard
cock against Methos' stomach.
"Ohhh.. faster Methos harder..." Richie pleaded...
Methos obliged, he was panting, almost crying in pleasure. This
felt so good... and in an instant, he was coming.
"Ahhhhhhhh hhhaa mmmhhh...." and other indescribable sounds escaped
him. He came so hard. He couldn't remember EVER coming that
hard.
Richie felt the jolt inside him and almost immediately the fluid
spurted out against his prostate. The sensation of being overflowed
crept up on him unexpectedly causing him to topple over as
well -- spilling his seed onto his lovers flesh.
Methos lay on top of Richie, his face was still buried into the young
mans' neck. The darkness came over him and he was suddenly asleep.
Richie lay there, under his new found lover... though they had been
as close as two people could possibly get, he felt empty. Not once
had he been looked in the eyes. Not once had he been kissed.
He turned his head and ran his fingers over the peaceful head of his
sleepy lover, planting his lips onto the sweaty scalp he sighed and
closed his eyes, a single tear escaped him making him more
aware of the kind of intimacy he was craving -- that which he will
probably never have...
Soon he was fast asleep.