Minor accomplishment, I know, but I didn’t write at all yesterday, so *shrug*
I’ll post my word count and a FWW when I’m home with my actual computer…
Oh, and I have to keep the font really small, because it’s all porn at this point of the story… *shrugs again*
Oh, and also… Nipple clamps, or no nipple clamps?
He counts the seconds, keeping himself where Zach left him, and then he feels Zach behind him and the slide of leather at his wrist. Zach fastens one cuff, and then the other, as Ian sips his scotch watching intently. As the leather tightens around his wrists, he can’t help but let out a small whimper.
Zach is pressed against his back now, the line of his erection nudging Chris’ ass. Each of his hands grasp Chris’ wrists as he whispers into his ear, “Hmmm. Do you want to undress yourself the rest of the way, or shall I take your hands out of the picture now?” Chris shivers as warm breath ghosts across his skin, not even knowing whether he’d rather obey an order to undress, or be prevented from doing it himself. And he takes too long to decide. "Christopher.“
"You choose,” he manages quietly, looking at Ian to see if he’s able to follow their conversation.
Zach pauses, apparently not pleased by Chris offering control. "I’ll be deciding most things tonight, Christopher.“
It’s a polite reprimand — probably because of their guest — but Chris understands. He closes his eyes, suddenly sure he’d much rather just have Zach manhandle him in front of his friend than try to follow directions with so many stimuli competing for his attention. He takes a deep breath, "Bind my hands, please.”
“Hmmm. Good.”
Chris opens his eyes and watches Ian’s face as Zach drags both hands behind his back and latches the cuffs together with a carabiner he’s pulled out of his pocket. And now Chris can’t touch himself, hard as he’s been for hours. It’s almost a relief to not have to resist any more. He stands straighter, chest pulled broad and shoulders forced back by the cuffs. He knows Zach likes this, though it naturally changes his posture and tips his hips back. He tries to compensate, pushing his hips forward just as Zach reaches across to skim fingers along the front of his pants.
He bites back a moan, and Ian’s fingers twitch toward his own dick.
Zach presses fingers along either side of Chris’ erection, making it obscenely obvious through his pants. Ian’s eyes are glued to his crotch as Zach teases, finally tracing along the ridge of it with one hand while the other retreats to his pocket.
Chris jumps and lets out a moan as the toy buzzes insistently in his ass again. Zach’s hand closes roughly over his crotch, pulling Chris back against him and allowing him to adjusts to the increased stimulation.
“What just happened,” Ian asks, and Chris opens his eyes just in time to see Zach hold up the remote in his peripheral vision, and Ian’s eyes grow wide with understanding. "Did he put it in just now in the bedroom?“
Zach shakes his head as he pops the button on Chris’ slacks. "You were a spontaneous addition to our plans for tonight, but we did have plans all along.”
“So at the party… you could just push a button in your pocket and—”
“Get his attention quite effectively. And remind him that he is stretched and slick and ready for me.”
“Jesus,” Ian gasps, his hand covering his cock for a moment before he seems to remember himself and reluctantly place it back on his thigh. Zach kisses Chris’ cheek and whispers something he can’t quite make out as his zipper is lowered, and then Zach is forcing down his pants and briefs and exposing him completely to Ian’s gaze. The pants are kicked aside and Zach is gone for a moment before returning and saying firmly, “Legs apart.”
“Does he like Scotch?” Zach asks, pulling a bottle of 12-year old golden ambrosia from the bar cabinet.
“He’ll like that Scotch,” Chris answers with a grin, grabbing three glasses and setting them on the coffee table.
Everything is laid out and Chris is just starting to get nervous when the intercom buzzes, and Zach moves to the front door to let their guest through the gate. And then he’s at the door, commenting on how nice the house is and being ushered into the living room. He settles on a plush leather chair, leaning back and sipping his Scotch as Zach and Chris sit side by side on the sofa across from him. Conversation is easier than Chris would expect, and after a while he’s not sure why he thought it would be awkward. Yes, Zach’s first view of his friend was… unfortunate… but there is a reason this man is one of his oldest friends and Zach is his lover, and it isn’t just that they are both good lays. Both men have easy humor and biting intelligence, and it really shouldn’t be surprising that they quickly find common ground that doesn’t center on Chris. Chris lets them dominate the conversation for a while, interjecting as the stories of their Berkeley years start. Zach is laughing at their youthful antics — mostly PG rated ones — and it seems like a friendly gathering, but there is a growing, underlying anticipation and excitement, almost as if they all know an audition is happening behind the friendly banter. And it’s going well.
Finally there is a lull in the conversation. His friend is tipping his glass and contemplating the velvety contents. He softly asks, “So, gentlemen, why am I here tonight?”
and Chris finally has his shirt off.
“Um, okay,” he says as the twist of Zach’s finger brings him back to his current situation. And he knows it’s time. “So remember The Party. Of course you do. Well, I think this fantasy stems from how you found out I like men. I know it was painful for you at the time, but after we got together, I would think back on that and imagine it differently. Imagine you staying. Getting hard.” Chris isn’t entirely sure he’s making sense, but dammit if Zach is going to make him explain this with a finger in his ass and a hand on his dick, allowances are in order.
“I did get hard,” Zach says, his voice dropping an entire octave. “That’s why I had to leave the party. The lovely Duncan was chatting me up, and all I could think of were the sounds you made and the look on your face.”
“Oh, god,” Chris cries, arching against his bindings.
“But if you’re fantasizing about me watching someone else fuck you, let me assure you that being cuckolded is not a fantasy of mine.”
“No,” Chris assures. “I just think that’s how it got started… the idea of being watched and, um, desired. Now when I think about it, we’re like this. You’ve got me where you want me and you’re putting me through my paces. But we’re not at home. We’re in a big room that’s only lit in the center. Or sometimes you have me blindfolded. The point is, we’re like this, and suddenly I’m aware that people I can’t see are watching. That you’re… showing me off. And it makes me want to be so good for you.”
Zach draws in a rough breath and stills. Chris looks over his shoulder and can just make out how Zach’s eyes are closed, as if he’s trying to get a hold on himself. “Go on,” Zach says as he starts to move again. Chris feels a second slick finger push in against the first, stretching him and pushing deeper, and he rests his cheek against the hard table again.
“You’re showing me off. How well I can take whatever you want to give me, and then I can hear zippers being drawn down. And I know that whoever’s watching is getting off on it. And I can hear people, other subs maybe, being pushed to their knees, and—”
“Fuck, yes. This I can work with.”
He moves sideways through a doorway, holding the drinks over his head so he can slip between two conversations, when a woman in a red wrap dress that leaves little to the imagination squeals his name. “It’s Sylvia!” she adds, pointing at her cleavage as Chris finally makes the connection.
“Of course,” he says, leaning down to give her the customary Hollywood kiss on the cheek. “Good to see you.” They are exchanging pleasantries and news, and Chris is trying hard to keep his gaze above her chin despite so many visual cues drawing it lower, when he is startled by the buzz of vibration deep in his ass. It spikes and then gradually slows to a low thrum that toys with his arousal. He turns just in time to see Zach across the room pulling his hand out of his jacket pocket, where the remote is currently resting on… the second setting, if Chris had to guess. Zach’s back is to him, but his head is turned just enough that Chris can see that his cheek is raised in an obvious smirk. Bastard. He’s having far too much fun with this.
“Excuse me,” he says when she finally draws a breath, “I need to get this drink to my boyfriend before all the ice melts.” And before you think this hard-on is for you. “Good luck with the Vampire Diaries thing, though.”
Her face falls a bit, but she rallies a smile as she waves “bye” and shifts to the next person. Chris turns to make his way across the room, but stops in his tracks a moment later. Because Zach is in the middle of what looks to be a friendly, somewhat intense conversation with Ian. And to his knowledge, the only thing those two have in common is that they’ve both fucked Chris.
but the words aren’t coming… despite having this for picspiration:
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I signed up! Still no idea what I’ll write, but yeah. I’m excited.
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I feel like we will need some early cheerleading for folks. I’m seeing a lot of reblogs with tags indicating folks are concerned with writing a long story. I’ll have to work on something soon…
Actually, my problem is more likely to be that I’ll shoot for 10k, write 18k and realize that I’m about halfway through the arc I intended, and the sequel to Revelations will languish the way Revelations did while I wrote Bleary… but yolo.
Yes and yes!
I updated the FAQ before posting the sign-ups, so everything on the site is up to date.
I know a lot of folks view 10k as kind of daunting, but it’s easier than you think, and honestly, if you tell a good story in 7k i don’t think anyone cares. Also, if a story is part of a series or a sequel, as long as the narrative includes enough exposition to clue readers in, it’s all good.
I do hope you do it – it just won’t be the same without you ato!
I signed up! Still no idea what I’ll write, but yeah. I’m excited.
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