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thought it about time....

been lurking here for a short bit, and decided that I should say something....
"something"

anyhoo....
i don't write fan fic often, and when i do it's usually DAAS or Paul McDermott related....
*sigh* *needs to get a life in the fan fic arena*
so, here's my latest....

WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!!
THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT TO BE VIEWED BY PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18! IT CONTAINS DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF MALE TO MALE SEXUAL REALTIONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!!
IT IS ALSO WRITTEN REALLY REALLY REALLY BADLY. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ABOUT THAT.

Short background: this story takes place after the end of the great debate "Ignorance is Bliss", which featured, on the positive: Paul McDermott, Judith Lucy and Anthony Morgan. On the negative: Greg Proops, some scottish woman I can't remember the name of, and Rich Hall.




THE PIXIE AND THE OCELOT



The two men rushed down the corridor towards Paul's dressing room, making sure no one saw them as they entered. Ensuring the door was locked behind them, Paul turned and gazed lustfully at his prize. All night he had been exchanging glances and flirting with the manly figure that now stood before him, and once the lights had gone down, he had made his move. As subtle as a snowflake and as swift as lightning, he had captured his prey. Advancing slowly forward, he never took his eyes off the man. Staring wantonly into the bespecaled gaze of his latest catch, with a hunger so intense it made the other feel uneasy. The gap closed more swiftly than he had calculated and he thrust his face towards the other, kissing him with violent passion. Mashing his lips against the others, forcing them apart with his tongue and probing feverishly. The other started backing away due to the force, but Paul just grabbed him by the hips and thrust him back, feeling the prominent erection of his soon to be lover brush up against his own. Both let out breathless groans of pleasure at this touch and Paul broke off the kiss.

Breathing raggishly, Paul was then thrust up against the wall with passionate fury as Greg took control. All night he had been waiting to do this to him. Exchanging glances from across the stage and flirting with him. When Paul had approached him after the lights had gone out, he couldn't resist and they made a swift and silent exit to the dressing room. And now here he, Greg Proops, stood with Paul McDermott up against a wall, and the control was in his corner. He looked at the smaller man's face.

< So beautiful > he thought, then nibbled ferociously but delicately on his ear. He pinned Paul's arms to the wall and grinned mischieviously, before nibbling, suckng and kissing at his neck. Paul let out small groans of appreciation, but was getting frustrated. Why were they still clothed? As if reading the younger man's thoughts, Greg pulled Paul's shirt from his pants, revealing the soft white flesh of his stomach. Greg pulled off his tie as Paul undid his shirt and let it drop to the floor. Paul now stood bare chested before him. He stopped to take in the image of the figure that stod before him. Without a shirt, Paul looked even younger. A hairless, sparrow chested dwarf with an acid tongue. Greg felt his temperature rise. Paul's expression went from quizzical to raging lust as he sprang forth like a lion onto it's prey, knocking the two of them onto the bench. Once again Paul's mouth explored Greg's, while Gregs hands explored Pauls slender torso. Rubbing up and down his rib cage and down his back and over his stomach,hovering momentarily to play with his nipples. He slid his hands down Paul's stomach to his belt buckle and undid it, ripping the belt from it's loops. He then hovered over the button choosing instead to tease Paul further by tickling the engorgement that was attempting to escape. Paul broke the kiss and threw his head back with a gasp which made Greg grin.

--Do you like that do you? his voice laced with mischief, his hand doing the same.

Paul moaned again. He could feel the electricity run through his body every time Greg rubbed his hand against the front of his pants. Each shock bringing him closer and closer to climax.

--Take me! Paul gasped.

--In time, Greg replied. --in time...

Greg undid Paul's pants and let them drop. Paul's penis was pushing it's way from underneath the elastic of his jockey's. Greg helped it to find the freedom it craved. The sudden cool air on Paul's genitals made Paul shudder.

--Take me, he pleaded.

This time Greg responded by lifting Paul and sitting hiim on the bench, his back against the mirror, kneeling down before him and flicking his tongue across the head of Paul's penis.
Flames of desire went careening through Paul's body and he arched and twitched with desire.

--Take me! Take me now! he gasped.

Greg slowly enveloped the throbbing erection with his mouth, lightly rubbing his teeth along the shaft. Paul very nearly screamed out in ecstacy but was stopped by another wave of electricity shunting through his body. He shuddered as the orgasm swept past and another began to build. His hands gripped the edge of the surface, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. His breathing rapid and uneven, often coming in gasps as Greg sucked on his cock. His body began to arch and convulse as he neared his third orgasm.

--I'm going to blow this time, he breathlessly warned.

Greg took no heed and increased his pace. Sucking harder and harder. Nibbling and licking at the head.

--I'm coming! Paul gasped, and Greg sucked hard at Paul's penis, taking in everything that Paul had. He got up and spat the semen into the sink and rinsed his mouth as Paul sat panting on the other side of the room. He gathered up Paul's things and told him to get dressed. Fixing up his glasses and replacing his tie, he unlocked the door and opened it, checked no one was around and left. Paul showered, got changed and met up with Judith, Anthony and Rich at the pub.

--Where have you been? they asked.

--California, was his reply, then he plunged into his beer.

til next....
~Kits~
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