birthday ficlet for Andi
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salixbabylonTitle: Why buy the cow...
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salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Word Count: 787
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Like most kitchen sex, it wasn't planned at all. In fact it had started off with an accident." Written in honor ofewansandigirl's birthday!
Why buy the cow...
Like most kitchen sex, it wasn't planned at all. In fact it had started off with an accident...
Ewan had stepped out of the shower that morning and decided not to get dressed quite yet, preferring to let himself air dry while he ate breakfast. No sense in risking getting porridge on the suit he had to wear for today's interview and photoshoot.
While his oatmeal was cooking, he'd poured himself a glass of milk to drink, since someone had finished the last of the tea and not replaced it yet. It could have been Ewan of course, since Eric didn't actually drink tea, but that was irrelevant.
He drank his milk, stirring the oatmeal while it cooked down to the right consistency. Bloody milk wasn't doing anything to wake him up, he grumbled to himself as he looked out the window. Squirrels in a nearby tree took up most of his focus as he let his still-sleepy mind wander.
Needless to say, the warm hand on his naked bum scared the shit out of him.
"Fuck!" Ewan jumped a good six inches off the floor and the oatmeal spoon skittered across the counter. Worse, his glass (luckily plastic) went flying, covering him, the stove, the cupboards, and the floor with milk.
Mostly him.
Cold milk, too.
He turned around, glaring at his lover for sneaking up on him. Eric was such a buggeringly cheerful person in the morning. Then Ewan remembered that Eric almost always had cereal and his glare turned into a frighteningly evil grin.
"That was the last of the milk," he said smugly.
Eric made a grouchy face. "God damnit Ewan." He took a moment to consider the white droplets streaming down Ewan's body. "I guess I'll just have to lick it off of you, then."
There was surprisingly little protest to that plan. Eric's tongue was diligent and thorough, catching every drop, every trace of milk on Ewan's body. And he was hardly going to complain about being licked clean.
The milk had in fact splashed his cock, which was a happy accident as far as Ewan was concerned. At least, happy now that it was Eric's warm mouth on his bits rather than the initial chilling shock of the spill. Even better, Eric kept going and gave his bollocks a thorough bath as well, before going back to his now-very-happy-indeed prick.
When Eric stopped sucking him and started nudging Ewan's hips to turn around, he considered protesting for a moment, but then let himself be turned and positioned, bent over the counter. He was glad he'd gone along with it when Eric stayed kneeling and promptly spread Ewan's cheeks to start lapping. His tongue swirled and teased and finally wiggled inside, accompanied by a chorus of Ewan's panting gasps and groans.
Eventually Ewan's knees buckled. "Umhm. Eric," he managed to say.
The tongue in his arse paused.
"I don't think any milk got back there, mate."
Eric made a snorting noise. "Do you want me stop?"
Good point, Ewan thought. Why ruin a good thing with irrelevant facts? Luckily Eric seemed to be of the same mind, as his mouth had reapplied itself to its former task.
"Nooooo..." Ewan moaned in answer.
In a haze of arousal where all Ewan could think was morepleasefuckmore, Eric prepped him with buttery fingers, probing and stretching and fucking tormenting Ewan's prostate until he was a gibbering pleading mess of a man. When Eric stood and slid his prick into Ewan, there was nothing teasing about it. It was raw and deep and Ewan had never been so eager to get fucked over a kitchen counter in his whole life.
The fucking was hard hot and passionate and every slide out had Ewan aching for more, while every thrust forward was a shock at how magnificently full Eric's cock filled him. Fast, also - it seemed like barely minutes before Eric's generous hand encircled Ewan's cock and started jerking him to a quick rhythm.
The end rushed up on them too soon and in moments Ewan was climaxing, overwhelmed with stimuli and dazed from the urgency of it. Creamy ribbons of spunk covered his stomach, the cupboards, and Eric's hand. A few deep thrusts later and Eric came too, with a guttural grunt and small uncontrollable jerks of his hips.
Eric collapsed forward onto Ewan's back, breathing hard as he released Ewan's spent prick. Ewan twisted his neck back for a quick kiss as they took a moment to enjoy the afterglow.
Withdrawing, Eric brought his sticky fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. "I do like a bit of milk in the morning," he grinned.
Ewan smacked him with the oatmeal spoon.
~end~
Author:
salixbabylonFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Word Count: 787
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Like most kitchen sex, it wasn't planned at all. In fact it had started off with an accident." Written in honor of
ewansandigirl's birthday!Like most kitchen sex, it wasn't planned at all. In fact it had started off with an accident...
Ewan had stepped out of the shower that morning and decided not to get dressed quite yet, preferring to let himself air dry while he ate breakfast. No sense in risking getting porridge on the suit he had to wear for today's interview and photoshoot.
While his oatmeal was cooking, he'd poured himself a glass of milk to drink, since someone had finished the last of the tea and not replaced it yet. It could have been Ewan of course, since Eric didn't actually drink tea, but that was irrelevant.
He drank his milk, stirring the oatmeal while it cooked down to the right consistency. Bloody milk wasn't doing anything to wake him up, he grumbled to himself as he looked out the window. Squirrels in a nearby tree took up most of his focus as he let his still-sleepy mind wander.
Needless to say, the warm hand on his naked bum scared the shit out of him.
"Fuck!" Ewan jumped a good six inches off the floor and the oatmeal spoon skittered across the counter. Worse, his glass (luckily plastic) went flying, covering him, the stove, the cupboards, and the floor with milk.
Mostly him.
Cold milk, too.
He turned around, glaring at his lover for sneaking up on him. Eric was such a buggeringly cheerful person in the morning. Then Ewan remembered that Eric almost always had cereal and his glare turned into a frighteningly evil grin.
"That was the last of the milk," he said smugly.
Eric made a grouchy face. "God damnit Ewan." He took a moment to consider the white droplets streaming down Ewan's body. "I guess I'll just have to lick it off of you, then."
There was surprisingly little protest to that plan. Eric's tongue was diligent and thorough, catching every drop, every trace of milk on Ewan's body. And he was hardly going to complain about being licked clean.
The milk had in fact splashed his cock, which was a happy accident as far as Ewan was concerned. At least, happy now that it was Eric's warm mouth on his bits rather than the initial chilling shock of the spill. Even better, Eric kept going and gave his bollocks a thorough bath as well, before going back to his now-very-happy-indeed prick.
When Eric stopped sucking him and started nudging Ewan's hips to turn around, he considered protesting for a moment, but then let himself be turned and positioned, bent over the counter. He was glad he'd gone along with it when Eric stayed kneeling and promptly spread Ewan's cheeks to start lapping. His tongue swirled and teased and finally wiggled inside, accompanied by a chorus of Ewan's panting gasps and groans.
Eventually Ewan's knees buckled. "Umhm. Eric," he managed to say.
The tongue in his arse paused.
"I don't think any milk got back there, mate."
Eric made a snorting noise. "Do you want me stop?"
Good point, Ewan thought. Why ruin a good thing with irrelevant facts? Luckily Eric seemed to be of the same mind, as his mouth had reapplied itself to its former task.
"Nooooo..." Ewan moaned in answer.
In a haze of arousal where all Ewan could think was morepleasefuckmore, Eric prepped him with buttery fingers, probing and stretching and fucking tormenting Ewan's prostate until he was a gibbering pleading mess of a man. When Eric stood and slid his prick into Ewan, there was nothing teasing about it. It was raw and deep and Ewan had never been so eager to get fucked over a kitchen counter in his whole life.
The fucking was hard hot and passionate and every slide out had Ewan aching for more, while every thrust forward was a shock at how magnificently full Eric's cock filled him. Fast, also - it seemed like barely minutes before Eric's generous hand encircled Ewan's cock and started jerking him to a quick rhythm.
The end rushed up on them too soon and in moments Ewan was climaxing, overwhelmed with stimuli and dazed from the urgency of it. Creamy ribbons of spunk covered his stomach, the cupboards, and Eric's hand. A few deep thrusts later and Eric came too, with a guttural grunt and small uncontrollable jerks of his hips.
Eric collapsed forward onto Ewan's back, breathing hard as he released Ewan's spent prick. Ewan twisted his neck back for a quick kiss as they took a moment to enjoy the afterglow.
Withdrawing, Eric brought his sticky fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. "I do like a bit of milk in the morning," he grinned.
Ewan smacked him with the oatmeal spoon.
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Date: 2007-04-30 07:15 pm (UTC)THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! *snogs you all over in case you got milk on yourself while writing* ;)~~~
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Date: 2007-04-30 09:49 pm (UTC)-km-
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Date: 2007-04-30 10:24 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-04-30 11:05 pm (UTC)Sweet and hot. Just the way I like it.
(ALso, poor Ewan and his tea being gone. I feel for him.)
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Date: 2007-05-01 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 02:44 pm (UTC)It could have been Ewan of course, since Eric didn't actually drink tea, but that was irrelevant.
This is fantastic.
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:23 pm (UTC)We'll have to go out for milkshakes when I visit. ;)
Happy birthday again! *snogs*
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 08:30 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it - it was a fun prompt to play with. Especially since Eric is always so perky. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 08:36 pm (UTC)air drying, recovering spilled milk. - I never realized how practical and economical the two of them are, with their energy conservation and um recycling. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-01 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-01 09:26 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-05-02 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 07:06 pm (UTC)Their website: http://www.unclebonsai.com/
The lyrics:
Boys Want Sex In The Morning (it's a trio with a lot of overlapping voices.)
Boys want
Sex in the morning
Sex in the morning
When I'm not my best
Boys want
Sex in the morning
Sex in the morning
Tearing at my breast
Boys want
Someone who's winsome
Someone to pin
Someone to undertake
Boys want
Someone to fall on
Someone to crawl on
Someone half awake
Boys want
Sex in the morning
Sex in the morning
Covers at my knees
Boys want
Rotten conditions
Passive positions
I am a trapeze
Boys want
Someone who's sleepy
Someone who's keeping
Nothing in too deep
Boys want
Somebody first hand
Someone to burst
And then go back to sleep
There is nothing I like better
Than a jostle now and then
With the hands under the sweater
And the back that starts to bend
But before my eyes are open
I don't want to have to hide
From a simpleton still poking
With a thimbleful of pride
Boys want
Sex in the morning
Sex in the morning
Soiling the sheets
Boys want
Sex while I'm yawning
Suddenly spawning
When I'm half asleep
Boys want
Someone unconscious
Somebody not just
Waiting for a thrill
Boys want
Sex with surprises
Sex with sunrises
Someone on the pill
There is nothing like a lover
Who can satisfy your needs
And the joy when you discover
Just how often he succeeds
But before my eyes can focus
I don't need him to surprise
By descending like a locust
On a field of sleeping thighs
Boys want
Sex in the morning
Sex in the morning
When I'm still not fresh
Boys want
Something that strikes them
Someone who likes them
Fondling their flesh
Boys want
Someone to take and
Someone to break and
Comment on their size
Boys want
Someone to prod and
Someone who'll nod
And then just close her eyes
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Date: 2007-05-02 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 11:19 pm (UTC)