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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,308
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Leather
Title: Leather
Author: Aja (orlandoobsessive@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: Harry/Craig
Rating: NC17
Archive: http://www.dreamreaver.com/showcase
Disclaimers: This isn't true. Harry undoubtedly *is* a sexy bitch all in leather, but I don't think he ever shagged Craig. Which is a shame. Untruths and Lies abound.
Summary: Harry's dressed in leather from head to foot.
Note: Series of drabbles... Leather themed. Grr. Featuring Harry's bullwhip. Double Grr.
LEATHER
1] KNOW THE RULES
Harry's dressed in leather from head to foot. Well, neck to foot. His eyes are hidden behind mirrored shades. Karl's idea, Craig thinks. It's Karl's bike, too.
"Is it bad that I'm getting turned on by all that leather?" Craig asks, shifting from foot to foot in front of his door.
"No," Harry replies. "It's not bad."
"I'm.. I don't quite know the rules yet, that's all." Craig almost takes a step back as Harry climbs the porch steps, imposing in every sense.
Harry closes the distance between them, slides his gloved hand over Craig's hip. "What rules?" he says.
2] KALEIDOSCOPE
They seem to be going headfirst into a kaleidoscope. To either side of the bike, shop windows, neon signs, the faces of strangers all fragment into blurred and meaningless colours.
Harry slows down, stops for a red light. Craig's sweating inside his own leathers, the crash helmet's making his head itch. He tightens his arm around Harry's waist, moves closer still to that fine as fuck backside. His teeth hurt from the desire to bite into Harry's skin to taste danger, the sin.
The bike rumbles, purring beneath him. He closes his eyes, surrendering his senses, and thinks of later.
3] BUZZING
"My place," Harry says, pushing the door open.
Even if Craig didn't know, he could guess. There's a sort of organized disorder, even in the hallway.
His head's still buzzing from the bike ride, so he doesn't think twice about the leather bullwhip mounted on the wall. He just turns around to grab Harry's jacket collar and drags him down.
It's not a kiss straight out of the movies; there's nobody directing them here. What it is, is battling tongues, lips slipping until they find a comfortable way to lock, and heat. A lot of heat.
Craig moans, pulls back.
4] OVERDRIVE
Craig's head thuds back against the wall. He's still on a pure adrenalin high, would swear he can feel it pulsing in his blood.
The second Harry's lips touch his throat, the pulse goes into overdrive. He groans, gripping the top of a thick arm, leather soft beneath his fingers.
"I wish..." He swallows, gulps in a breath, tries again. "I wish you didn't have to take these off."
Harry grinds his palm down over Craig's crotch, strokes fingertips up, teasing and promising. "Sometime soon, really soon, I plan to be naked with you. So they'll have to come off."
5] TWISTS
Craig's leathers are in a heap of oily black just inside the bedroom door. He didn't say yes to this... date just so he could get into Harry's pants, but he's not going to complain.
Harry pulls his other arm free, rolls the top half of the lers ers down to his waist. Craig twists his fingers into tight white cotton, pulls H's 's shirt up and over his head.
He manages to say "fuck" before Harry steals his voice from him in another soul-bending kiss. He's still pulling down on Harry's shirt, gets it off Harry's arms and lets it drop.
6] SUCKING
Harry's fingers slide around in Craig's hair, trying to get a grip but unable to because Craig's weakened every one of his muscles to the point of quivering.
Craig's mouth is full of Harry, full of words he wants to tell Harry. Like delicious, hot, and christ.
Harry would probably agree, sucking in air that tastes like leather and Craig.
Craig reaches across the bed, picks up a discarded glove - yeah, Harry still had his gloves on when they got to the bedroom.
His cheeks hollow, he pulls the glove' s fingers over Harry's thigh.
"Jesus, fuck!" Harry jerks.
7] INFUSED
Craig smooths the glove onto Harry's hand, pulls one finger encased in sturdy leather up to his mouth. He swipes his tongue over the tip, parts his lips over the bitter taste.
Sucks and licks and swirls and curls until the leather's wet, slick, slippery in his mouth. He looks up and Harry's eyes are right there, infused with need.
Dark, Craig thinks, and releases Harry's finger.
Keeps watching Harry's eyes as leather eases into skin and heat.
"Please," Craig whispers, whimpers on a hooking twist that brings nerves alive. "Please, Harry.."
Another long finger, clever strokes, and Craig's sinking.
8] SHAMELESS
Empty. Empty when Harry slides leather free, curves them around to shove and pull for better access.
Craig begs, shameless, dignity passed over in favour of brutal, passionate Harry.
Harry's hands spread flat on the sheets, either side of Craig's head. He drives hard, Craig grabs hold of him desperately. Don't let me slip and fall.
No space for air between their bodies, sweat graciously evaporating with the heat they generate till it's skin against skin.
Craig thinks he's going blind, enveloped in darkness. Occasional reassurance in bright bursts of punctuation that follow Harry's rhythm.
Question mark. Hard? Period: Now.
9] INTENTION
"You look like you just discovered a lake full of stars," Harry says, seems surprised by his own words.
"I think I did," Craig replies. He arches, but with no great intention behind it, beneath Harry's gloved hand. Fingers of leather stroke through his hair, smelling of sex and Harry.
They're both feeling lazy, drained.
Craig remembers something, turns his body to face Harry.
"That whip you have."
"Souvenir. What about it?"
"Ever use it?"
"Use it? For what? Whipping something?"
"Somebody."
Harry frowns, tucks back strands of Craig's hair behind his ear. "No."
"Well," Craig whispers hotly. "Consider it."
END
Author: Aja (orlandoobsessive@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: Harry/Craig
Rating: NC17
Archive: http://www.dreamreaver.com/showcase
Disclaimers: This isn't true. Harry undoubtedly *is* a sexy bitch all in leather, but I don't think he ever shagged Craig. Which is a shame. Untruths and Lies abound.
Summary: Harry's dressed in leather from head to foot.
Note: Series of drabbles... Leather themed. Grr. Featuring Harry's bullwhip. Double Grr.
LEATHER
1] KNOW THE RULES
Harry's dressed in leather from head to foot. Well, neck to foot. His eyes are hidden behind mirrored shades. Karl's idea, Craig thinks. It's Karl's bike, too.
"Is it bad that I'm getting turned on by all that leather?" Craig asks, shifting from foot to foot in front of his door.
"No," Harry replies. "It's not bad."
"I'm.. I don't quite know the rules yet, that's all." Craig almost takes a step back as Harry climbs the porch steps, imposing in every sense.
Harry closes the distance between them, slides his gloved hand over Craig's hip. "What rules?" he says.
2] KALEIDOSCOPE
They seem to be going headfirst into a kaleidoscope. To either side of the bike, shop windows, neon signs, the faces of strangers all fragment into blurred and meaningless colours.
Harry slows down, stops for a red light. Craig's sweating inside his own leathers, the crash helmet's making his head itch. He tightens his arm around Harry's waist, moves closer still to that fine as fuck backside. His teeth hurt from the desire to bite into Harry's skin to taste danger, the sin.
The bike rumbles, purring beneath him. He closes his eyes, surrendering his senses, and thinks of later.
3] BUZZING
"My place," Harry says, pushing the door open.
Even if Craig didn't know, he could guess. There's a sort of organized disorder, even in the hallway.
His head's still buzzing from the bike ride, so he doesn't think twice about the leather bullwhip mounted on the wall. He just turns around to grab Harry's jacket collar and drags him down.
It's not a kiss straight out of the movies; there's nobody directing them here. What it is, is battling tongues, lips slipping until they find a comfortable way to lock, and heat. A lot of heat.
Craig moans, pulls back.
4] OVERDRIVE
Craig's head thuds back against the wall. He's still on a pure adrenalin high, would swear he can feel it pulsing in his blood.
The second Harry's lips touch his throat, the pulse goes into overdrive. He groans, gripping the top of a thick arm, leather soft beneath his fingers.
"I wish..." He swallows, gulps in a breath, tries again. "I wish you didn't have to take these off."
Harry grinds his palm down over Craig's crotch, strokes fingertips up, teasing and promising. "Sometime soon, really soon, I plan to be naked with you. So they'll have to come off."
5] TWISTS
Craig's leathers are in a heap of oily black just inside the bedroom door. He didn't say yes to this... date just so he could get into Harry's pants, but he's not going to complain.
Harry pulls his other arm free, rolls the top half of the lers ers down to his waist. Craig twists his fingers into tight white cotton, pulls H's 's shirt up and over his head.
He manages to say "fuck" before Harry steals his voice from him in another soul-bending kiss. He's still pulling down on Harry's shirt, gets it off Harry's arms and lets it drop.
6] SUCKING
Harry's fingers slide around in Craig's hair, trying to get a grip but unable to because Craig's weakened every one of his muscles to the point of quivering.
Craig's mouth is full of Harry, full of words he wants to tell Harry. Like delicious, hot, and christ.
Harry would probably agree, sucking in air that tastes like leather and Craig.
Craig reaches across the bed, picks up a discarded glove - yeah, Harry still had his gloves on when they got to the bedroom.
His cheeks hollow, he pulls the glove' s fingers over Harry's thigh.
"Jesus, fuck!" Harry jerks.
7] INFUSED
Craig smooths the glove onto Harry's hand, pulls one finger encased in sturdy leather up to his mouth. He swipes his tongue over the tip, parts his lips over the bitter taste.
Sucks and licks and swirls and curls until the leather's wet, slick, slippery in his mouth. He looks up and Harry's eyes are right there, infused with need.
Dark, Craig thinks, and releases Harry's finger.
Keeps watching Harry's eyes as leather eases into skin and heat.
"Please," Craig whispers, whimpers on a hooking twist that brings nerves alive. "Please, Harry.."
Another long finger, clever strokes, and Craig's sinking.
8] SHAMELESS
Empty. Empty when Harry slides leather free, curves them around to shove and pull for better access.
Craig begs, shameless, dignity passed over in favour of brutal, passionate Harry.
Harry's hands spread flat on the sheets, either side of Craig's head. He drives hard, Craig grabs hold of him desperately. Don't let me slip and fall.
No space for air between their bodies, sweat graciously evaporating with the heat they generate till it's skin against skin.
Craig thinks he's going blind, enveloped in darkness. Occasional reassurance in bright bursts of punctuation that follow Harry's rhythm.
Question mark. Hard? Period: Now.
9] INTENTION
"You look like you just discovered a lake full of stars," Harry says, seems surprised by his own words.
"I think I did," Craig replies. He arches, but with no great intention behind it, beneath Harry's gloved hand. Fingers of leather stroke through his hair, smelling of sex and Harry.
They're both feeling lazy, drained.
Craig remembers something, turns his body to face Harry.
"That whip you have."
"Souvenir. What about it?"
"Ever use it?"
"Use it? For what? Whipping something?"
"Somebody."
Harry frowns, tucks back strands of Craig's hair behind his ear. "No."
"Well," Craig whispers hotly. "Consider it."
END