FIC: Jogging (EM/EB, NC-17), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Dec. 3rd, 2005 02:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salixbabylonTitle: Jogging
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 43. Outdoor sex
Word Count: 574
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: The boys are breathless for a whole slew of reasons.
*smooches* toheartofslash, and tagging her with "#20 - standing in a corner."
Jogging
"Here?"
"Yeah. Here."
Ewan looks around. "What, now?"
Eric nods. "That's what I said, isn't it?"
Ewan hesitates a moment, then moves to kneel in front of the bench. The park bench. In the public park. Upon which they were sitting after an evening jog. Which Eric had talked Ewan into, apparently with ulterior motives.
The heat from Eric's thighs travels into Ewan's hands, reassuring. He wonders why he's so unexpectedly thrown by this; he's practically the poster boy for "uninhibited", but this is different. It's daylight. And they're outside. In public.
In the fucking park.
The park bench is in an alcove of trees and no one's nearby, but there's a ball game going on right across the field. Ewan knows they can see him there, kneeling on the ground in front of Eric. Totally visible.
It's not a matter of if they'll be *seen*, but rather if anyone be able to tell what they're doing.
It's being caught on a whole different level than the usual shag in the loo at a club or a deserted alley or even a car.
And fuck, it's quite exciting. It's been a long while since Ewan's done something totally 100% new, and wow. He'd forgotten how exhilarating it can be.
His hands slide up Eric's thighs, feeling the silky texture of the track suit. Eric's hard already, either from the idea of what's about to happen or the expressions that have crossed Ewan's face - who knows? The elastic waistband stretches enough for Ewan to tuck it down under Eric's balls and he gets to work.
Mouth full of Eric's cock, tongue pressing hard in long strokes, he minimizes his usual bobbing technique and tries to stay inconspicuous while he brings Eric off as quickly as possible.
Hands tangle in his hair as Eric laughs, pushing Ewan's nose down to his public bone. "What, you think they won't be able to figure out what you're doing?" he asks. "You don't want those nice people over there to know what a slut you are? That you're sucking me off on a bench in a public park, in broad fucking daylight? That you have no shame?"
He makes a gurgling noise around Eric's cock, not sure if it's in agreement or contradiction, and it's incoherent anyhow.
"They know what you're doing, Ewan. All of them," Eric purrs, the last word trailing off in a bit of a gasp as Ewan sucks harder in response.
It's a bit of a surprise, although a gratifying one, that Eric comes so quickly. Ewan's annoyed that he even cares about the volume of Eric's noises, that he almost but not quite wanted to shush him. Still, it wasn't all that loud and probably the sound didn't travel across the field.
Probably.
Wiping his mouth with the side of his arm, Ewan realizes that he doesn't care. Submissive urges gone, he wonders briefly what the people playing ball would think if he pulled Eric off the bench and just fucked him into the ground right here beside the bench.
What Eric would think.
Eric laughs at what must be a stellar expression of frustrated lust on his face. "Come on," he says, "There's a restroom just up the path - you can fuck me in there."
"Brilliant." Retying his sweatshirt around his hips, Ewan starts off, not even waiting for Eric.
Perhaps this jogging thing might have something to it after all.
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 43. Outdoor sex
Word Count: 574
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: The boys are breathless for a whole slew of reasons.
*smooches* to
heartofslash, and tagging her with "#20 - standing in a corner.""Here?"
"Yeah. Here."
Ewan looks around. "What, now?"
Eric nods. "That's what I said, isn't it?"
Ewan hesitates a moment, then moves to kneel in front of the bench. The park bench. In the public park. Upon which they were sitting after an evening jog. Which Eric had talked Ewan into, apparently with ulterior motives.
The heat from Eric's thighs travels into Ewan's hands, reassuring. He wonders why he's so unexpectedly thrown by this; he's practically the poster boy for "uninhibited", but this is different. It's daylight. And they're outside. In public.
In the fucking park.
The park bench is in an alcove of trees and no one's nearby, but there's a ball game going on right across the field. Ewan knows they can see him there, kneeling on the ground in front of Eric. Totally visible.
It's not a matter of if they'll be *seen*, but rather if anyone be able to tell what they're doing.
It's being caught on a whole different level than the usual shag in the loo at a club or a deserted alley or even a car.
And fuck, it's quite exciting. It's been a long while since Ewan's done something totally 100% new, and wow. He'd forgotten how exhilarating it can be.
His hands slide up Eric's thighs, feeling the silky texture of the track suit. Eric's hard already, either from the idea of what's about to happen or the expressions that have crossed Ewan's face - who knows? The elastic waistband stretches enough for Ewan to tuck it down under Eric's balls and he gets to work.
Mouth full of Eric's cock, tongue pressing hard in long strokes, he minimizes his usual bobbing technique and tries to stay inconspicuous while he brings Eric off as quickly as possible.
Hands tangle in his hair as Eric laughs, pushing Ewan's nose down to his public bone. "What, you think they won't be able to figure out what you're doing?" he asks. "You don't want those nice people over there to know what a slut you are? That you're sucking me off on a bench in a public park, in broad fucking daylight? That you have no shame?"
He makes a gurgling noise around Eric's cock, not sure if it's in agreement or contradiction, and it's incoherent anyhow.
"They know what you're doing, Ewan. All of them," Eric purrs, the last word trailing off in a bit of a gasp as Ewan sucks harder in response.
It's a bit of a surprise, although a gratifying one, that Eric comes so quickly. Ewan's annoyed that he even cares about the volume of Eric's noises, that he almost but not quite wanted to shush him. Still, it wasn't all that loud and probably the sound didn't travel across the field.
Probably.
Wiping his mouth with the side of his arm, Ewan realizes that he doesn't care. Submissive urges gone, he wonders briefly what the people playing ball would think if he pulled Eric off the bench and just fucked him into the ground right here beside the bench.
What Eric would think.
Eric laughs at what must be a stellar expression of frustrated lust on his face. "Come on," he says, "There's a restroom just up the path - you can fuck me in there."
"Brilliant." Retying his sweatshirt around his hips, Ewan starts off, not even waiting for Eric.
Perhaps this jogging thing might have something to it after all.
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Date: 2005-12-04 01:02 am (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2005-12-04 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-04 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-04 03:53 am (UTC)I'm becoming like the most riveted spectator at a really intense tennis match, watching you guys serve up fics and challenge the other to volley back. This fic is, to me, an ace, straight down the center, so I eagerly await
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Date: 2005-12-04 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-04 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-04 04:51 pm (UTC)Nice analogy, but yes - the joy is in challenging each other and we're all winners! With those two shagging each others' brains out, how could we lose?!
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Date: 2005-12-04 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-04 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-05 06:41 pm (UTC)Oh. Wait a minute. Everyone wins. Even the characters.
We ALL win! We ALL win!
They know what you're doing, Ewan. All of them
*thrashes and flails*
Eric's getting mighty toppy... I might have to do something about that.
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Date: 2005-12-05 07:56 pm (UTC)Oh yes. Yes, please. PLEASE. :)