FIC: I Want Candy (Ewan/Eric, R, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: I Want Candy
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 18. Whips/Paddles
Word Count: 1039
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I debated long and hard (my fave ways to do anything) about the spelling of 'licorice.' Ewan would use 'liquorice,' being British, but this is Eric's POV so he uses 'licorice.' Also, the candy in question is Twizzler Licorice Strings, which are thin, very flexible, about a foot and a half long and made of gummy fake strawberry red licorice (not natural black licorice.) Where would Ewan get such an item? Uhhhhh... a fan sent them in the mail. *rushes to post office*
Extra note: We have excellent candy in Canada.
I Want Candy
Eric looks down at the thin lengths coiled on the tabletop, gleaming in the harsh glare of the lamp. There is something both ridiculous and sinister about them, dormant snakes biding their time until the next strike.
"Whips," he says quietly.
Ewan stands a little straighter, clasps his hands behind his back more firmly, presents himself to Eric in a pose that manages to be both prouder and more submissive.
"Not quite what I had in mind," Eric muses.
"I think it is."
Eric stops pacing. "Did you just speak?"
Ewan lets go of his hands, drops out of the pose. "I quote, 'Get your tasty ass over here right now. I'm going to warm it up and then feast on it.'"
Eric walks to the table.
"These," he says menacingly, "are licorice whips."
They talked about whips just the other night. Eric said he would love to see stripes of red on Ewan's ass. Ewan squirmed a bit and placed Eric's palm on his butt. "How about a handprint?" he'd said playfully.
The handprint was beautiful, but it wasn't stripes.
"Strings, actually. Licorice strings. They're Canadian."
"Do I care about their bloody nationality?"
"No, you care about whipping me."
"Licorice whipping you."
"Right." Ewan steps back into character, hands clasped, muscles taut, eyes down, cock bobbing in the air eagerly. Always eager.
"These won't even sting," Eric complains.
It has to be a joke. Or a way of getting out of getting whipped.
"Are you afraid of the whip?"
"No."
"Are you afraid of me?"
"No!"
Eric stands in front of Ewan and lifts his chin. He finds it difficult to maintain his composure and authority when Ewan's cock is sticking out like that and trying to find a way into Eric's jeans. Ewan has that cocky insolent look on his face. He thinks he's challenging Eric.
"Are you afraid of what I'll do with a whip?"
Ewan squirms. "It's... the formality. I'm afraid I'll laugh at the wrong time. I'm not that good with ritual, you know. 'Yes, please, master, may I have another.' Stuff like that."
He likes it when Eric says stuff like that, but he's still not willing to entirely give it up to Eric, to loose all self-consciousness and just be. Eric hooks his index finger under the leather collar around Ewan's neck. "This doesn't make you laugh, and it's formal."
"It's not the same."
Ewan doesn't entirely object to ritual, but he's got a thing for spontaneity.
Eric drops his hand and fingers the smooth, warm leather of his belt. Ewan would not object if Eric pulled off the belt and laid a few stripes across his bare ass. That would be spontaneous. But a whip isn't spontaneous. It's planned. And a little absurd, because whips are... yeah, formal.
Eric slides the belt out of its loops.
Ewan holds his breath.
Eric tosses the belt onto a chair. He slides off his jeans and now he's even more naked than Ewan because he's not wearing a collar. "Okay," he says. "Licorice whips it is."
There is no way of telling, from the way Ewan turns to the wall and places his hands a little above shoulder height, if this is what Ewan planned. Eric has given up on trying to understand the kinky little bugger. Let alone anticipate his next move. He can't tell if Ewan placed the sticky strands beneath the hot lamp on purpose, but a flick of Eric's wrist doesn't cause much more than a sigh. The licorice is half-melted and leaves faint, sugary pink stripes on Ewan's ass. A dozen more strokes and Ewan's ass is glowing. Rosy cheeks. Cheeky bottom.
"Sticky," Eric observes.
Ewan wiggles his ass, and the candy stripes gleam the way the licorice whips did.
Eric extracts one limp length of licorice from the handful and winds it around the base of his cock, tucking the end under the last coil. It's not the strongest cock ring he's ever worn, but it's probably the best tasting. He winds two more strips around so just the head is showing.
Ewan dares to look under his arm, checking what the delay is. He gasps.
"What? Red's not my colour?"
Ewan's eyes are bugging out. "That is so fucking obscene. Uh, sir."
It is. The red is garish. The cock is huge. It's terribly obscene.
Eric drops to his knees. One lick and the taste of sweet, fake strawberry bursts across his tongue. He licks every delicious inch of sugar-reddened skin. "Sweet ass," he murmurs, and he sinks his teeth in enough to make Ewan moan. Then he stands. "On your knees, candy ass."
Ewan smirks, but he kneels.
Then he bursts out laughing.
Eric grabs Ewan's hair and shakes, just a little. It's a bit of an over-reaction. How can Ewan possibly take this seriously? It's a licorice-wrapped cock, for crying out loud.
Eric cries out loud as Ewan takes him very seriously indeed. He wraps his lips around the head and then inches them down over the spirals of licorice, slurping a bit as he goes. The spit and heat and tongue action is going to fuse the licorice into a solid cast, Eric thinks, but then Ewan works the end of it loose and starts to nibble, eating it like spaghetti, lips rubbing against Eric's freshly bared skin, tickling, teasing. Drooling.
Eric puts his hands out to stabilize himself, leaning against the wall. Ewan presses himself back against the wall so Eric can put more weight on his hands, bend his arms, do push-ups against the wall, in and out of Ewan's ravenous mouth. Ewan's finishing the second piece of licorice and Eric can feel the final one tightening.
He wonders for a second or two how the flavours of come and licorice will combine. Then he wonders how the hell Ewan got that last piece of licorice unwrapped so fast. He smells the candy, hears Ewan growl, feels the head of his cock pres against the back of Ewan throat. Then the only thing he can feel is his orgasm.
Then he finds out what come and licorice tastes like when Ewan stands up and they kiss.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 18. Whips/Paddles
Word Count: 1039
Rating: R
Author's Notes: I debated long and hard (my fave ways to do anything) about the spelling of 'licorice.' Ewan would use 'liquorice,' being British, but this is Eric's POV so he uses 'licorice.' Also, the candy in question is Twizzler Licorice Strings, which are thin, very flexible, about a foot and a half long and made of gummy fake strawberry red licorice (not natural black licorice.) Where would Ewan get such an item? Uhhhhh... a fan sent them in the mail. *rushes to post office*
Extra note: We have excellent candy in Canada.
Eric looks down at the thin lengths coiled on the tabletop, gleaming in the harsh glare of the lamp. There is something both ridiculous and sinister about them, dormant snakes biding their time until the next strike.
"Whips," he says quietly.
Ewan stands a little straighter, clasps his hands behind his back more firmly, presents himself to Eric in a pose that manages to be both prouder and more submissive.
"Not quite what I had in mind," Eric muses.
"I think it is."
Eric stops pacing. "Did you just speak?"
Ewan lets go of his hands, drops out of the pose. "I quote, 'Get your tasty ass over here right now. I'm going to warm it up and then feast on it.'"
Eric walks to the table.
"These," he says menacingly, "are licorice whips."
They talked about whips just the other night. Eric said he would love to see stripes of red on Ewan's ass. Ewan squirmed a bit and placed Eric's palm on his butt. "How about a handprint?" he'd said playfully.
The handprint was beautiful, but it wasn't stripes.
"Strings, actually. Licorice strings. They're Canadian."
"Do I care about their bloody nationality?"
"No, you care about whipping me."
"Licorice whipping you."
"Right." Ewan steps back into character, hands clasped, muscles taut, eyes down, cock bobbing in the air eagerly. Always eager.
"These won't even sting," Eric complains.
It has to be a joke. Or a way of getting out of getting whipped.
"Are you afraid of the whip?"
"No."
"Are you afraid of me?"
"No!"
Eric stands in front of Ewan and lifts his chin. He finds it difficult to maintain his composure and authority when Ewan's cock is sticking out like that and trying to find a way into Eric's jeans. Ewan has that cocky insolent look on his face. He thinks he's challenging Eric.
"Are you afraid of what I'll do with a whip?"
Ewan squirms. "It's... the formality. I'm afraid I'll laugh at the wrong time. I'm not that good with ritual, you know. 'Yes, please, master, may I have another.' Stuff like that."
He likes it when Eric says stuff like that, but he's still not willing to entirely give it up to Eric, to loose all self-consciousness and just be. Eric hooks his index finger under the leather collar around Ewan's neck. "This doesn't make you laugh, and it's formal."
"It's not the same."
Ewan doesn't entirely object to ritual, but he's got a thing for spontaneity.
Eric drops his hand and fingers the smooth, warm leather of his belt. Ewan would not object if Eric pulled off the belt and laid a few stripes across his bare ass. That would be spontaneous. But a whip isn't spontaneous. It's planned. And a little absurd, because whips are... yeah, formal.
Eric slides the belt out of its loops.
Ewan holds his breath.
Eric tosses the belt onto a chair. He slides off his jeans and now he's even more naked than Ewan because he's not wearing a collar. "Okay," he says. "Licorice whips it is."
There is no way of telling, from the way Ewan turns to the wall and places his hands a little above shoulder height, if this is what Ewan planned. Eric has given up on trying to understand the kinky little bugger. Let alone anticipate his next move. He can't tell if Ewan placed the sticky strands beneath the hot lamp on purpose, but a flick of Eric's wrist doesn't cause much more than a sigh. The licorice is half-melted and leaves faint, sugary pink stripes on Ewan's ass. A dozen more strokes and Ewan's ass is glowing. Rosy cheeks. Cheeky bottom.
"Sticky," Eric observes.
Ewan wiggles his ass, and the candy stripes gleam the way the licorice whips did.
Eric extracts one limp length of licorice from the handful and winds it around the base of his cock, tucking the end under the last coil. It's not the strongest cock ring he's ever worn, but it's probably the best tasting. He winds two more strips around so just the head is showing.
Ewan dares to look under his arm, checking what the delay is. He gasps.
"What? Red's not my colour?"
Ewan's eyes are bugging out. "That is so fucking obscene. Uh, sir."
It is. The red is garish. The cock is huge. It's terribly obscene.
Eric drops to his knees. One lick and the taste of sweet, fake strawberry bursts across his tongue. He licks every delicious inch of sugar-reddened skin. "Sweet ass," he murmurs, and he sinks his teeth in enough to make Ewan moan. Then he stands. "On your knees, candy ass."
Ewan smirks, but he kneels.
Then he bursts out laughing.
Eric grabs Ewan's hair and shakes, just a little. It's a bit of an over-reaction. How can Ewan possibly take this seriously? It's a licorice-wrapped cock, for crying out loud.
Eric cries out loud as Ewan takes him very seriously indeed. He wraps his lips around the head and then inches them down over the spirals of licorice, slurping a bit as he goes. The spit and heat and tongue action is going to fuse the licorice into a solid cast, Eric thinks, but then Ewan works the end of it loose and starts to nibble, eating it like spaghetti, lips rubbing against Eric's freshly bared skin, tickling, teasing. Drooling.
Eric puts his hands out to stabilize himself, leaning against the wall. Ewan presses himself back against the wall so Eric can put more weight on his hands, bend his arms, do push-ups against the wall, in and out of Ewan's ravenous mouth. Ewan's finishing the second piece of licorice and Eric can feel the final one tightening.
He wonders for a second or two how the flavours of come and licorice will combine. Then he wonders how the hell Ewan got that last piece of licorice unwrapped so fast. He smells the candy, hears Ewan growl, feels the head of his cock pres against the back of Ewan throat. Then the only thing he can feel is his orgasm.
Then he finds out what come and licorice tastes like when Ewan stands up and they kiss.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
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Date: 2007-05-07 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-08 12:32 am (UTC)Mmm. Have you been at the candy?
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Date: 2007-05-07 06:56 pm (UTC)It is. The red is garish. The cock is huge. It's terribly obscene."
Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-05-08 12:34 am (UTC)I just could face a whipping. And whipped cream would be pushing it a bit too much... *snerk*
Fucking obscene. Heh. That's the best kind of obscenity, IMNO.
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Date: 2007-05-07 08:41 pm (UTC)And oddly romantic, too. Probably that salty/sweet kiss. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-08 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-07 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-08 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-07 11:15 pm (UTC)Yep, Canadian candy and Coke. Made with *sugar*, not freakin' corn syrup (voice dripping with scorn and distaste). Much better than American
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Date: 2007-05-08 12:37 am (UTC)*shudders*
Twizzlers are my faves. And Crunchie bars. And Smarties. (Real Smarties - I can't believe they call "Rockets" "Smarties" down there!)
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Date: 2007-05-08 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-08 05:22 am (UTC)Yum. Now I have a Craving.
*goes off to satisfy self*
I'll let you wonder about how...
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Date: 2007-05-11 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-08 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-11 07:26 pm (UTC)Ooh... peaches... juicy, wet peaches... *has ideas*
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Date: 2007-05-09 05:55 am (UTC)Also, I need to add my own kinky experience with strawberry licorice. We have these in the US too, called "Red Vines". I LOVE them. Well one day I had a "young gentleman" insert one inside my girlish love area, and then suck and slurp it out with his mouth. This increased to several at a time, each one sucked out individually. He was quite enthusiastic about it and *I* was even more enthralled. The sensation is really quite amazing, all the grooves and such. Now I want to try your method though.
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Date: 2007-05-11 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-09 03:13 pm (UTC)Yummy, strawberry flavored Eric.I like it!
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Date: 2007-05-11 07:28 pm (UTC)I'm sure Eric would love it, if he only knew...
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Date: 2007-05-10 12:16 am (UTC)Ewan doesn't entirely object to ritual, but he's got a thing for spontaneity.
he's still not willing to entirely give it up to Eric, to loose all self-consciousness and just be.
These are great character observations. I really like that you always include touches like this in these fics.
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Date: 2007-05-11 07:30 pm (UTC)And licorice. Well, I'd been casting about for a harmless household object to pervify. Licorice whips fit the bill.
Thanks.
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Date: 2007-05-12 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 03:42 pm (UTC)(Sorry - missed this one for a few days)