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Title: Slash Fanfic 101 - Lesson 6
Author: Me
Pairing: Wentworth/William; Michael/Mahone
Rating: Is there a rating higher than M?
Word Count: 1836

A/N: MORE PORN!

Lesson 1
Lesson 2
Lesson 3
Lesson 4
Lesson 5


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Bill wasted no time and pushed fully into Wentworth. A jolt of fiery pain shot through him. His body tensed and tears sprung up behind his eyelids, but he refused to let them fall. He clenched his teeth to stop from crying out and forced himself to relax.

“You good?” Bill’s strained, concerned voice reached his ears and Wentworth nodded. A few seconds passed. Then Wentworth heard Bill clear his throat. His friend’s grip tightened on his waist, fingernails almost cutting into the skin. The pain wasn’t bad, but Wentworth actually yelped this time. “Awwww. Did I hurt you, Michael?” came Alex’s snaky tone. “Are you afraid I’m going to mark up your pretty skin?”

“No, but I wish you’d just shut up and fuck me already,” Wentworth spat cockily. He turned over his shoulder and gave Bill his best Michael scowl. “Unless you’re not up to the challenge, Agent Mahone.”

Bill chuckled.

“Oh, I’m up for it,” he paused and pulled out of Wentworth. “What I don’t know is if you can take it.”

“I can take more than you think,” Wentworth arched his back when Bill pushed back inside of him. The pain was already fading; pleasure quickly filling its place. He heard himself moaning as his friend began to move. In. Out. In. Out. Slow. Steady. Measured. Each time Bill buried himself to the hilt, the tip of his cock hit Wentworth’s prostate. And each time, a surge of euphoria swept through him. Wentworth had never felt anything like it before. It was like riding a continuous wave of ecstasy. One that kept cresting then crashing, just to crest again.

“Have you always been such a slut, Michael? Or did you save that just for me?”

“Aren’t you so fucking cute,” Wentworth snapped back. “I’m no one’s whore, Alex. Not even yours.”

“Ooooooh, St. Michael. So many dirty words,” Bill groaned loudly, “coming from such a pretty mouth. That halo of yours is going to get tarnished if you keep talking like that.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Wentworth threw his head forward and tried to catch his breath. His heart was hammering in his chest and white spots were popping in front of his eyes. “When this mouth was wrapped around your dick.”

“Well, when you put it like that,” a short burst of throaty laughter escaped from Bill and vibrated through Wentworth’s body.

Bill’s pace increased and Wentworth met his rhythm thrust for thrust. Sweat was pouring off of him and splashed down onto Wentworth’s back. The man behind him was breathing heavily; each exhale hissing out between clenched teeth. Wentworth pushed himself up so his body was pressed to Bill’s stomach and chest. One of his friend’s hands slid up his torso and hooked around his shoulder. The other wrapped around his erection. Bill’s lips and tongue ran along the expanse of his neck. Wentworth raised his arms and dropped his hands into Bill’s hair. He twined his fingers into the damp waves and held on tight as Bill pumped into him harder and harder.

“Ungh! Wait. I want … I need …” Bill gasped as he slowed back down, “to see your face.”

Wentworth felt Bill pull out and he groaned in disappointment.

“Don’t pout. Just turn over. On your back,” Alex’s commanding tone filled the air. “Now.”

“You’re the boss,” Wentworth replied flippantly. He rolled over and saw that Bill had a strange expression on his face. It startled him slightly. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Uh,” Bill lifted his eyes and Alex was gone, “the condom tore when I pulled out of you. It’s completely trashed.”

“I have others, but,” Wentworth hesitated for a moment and sat. He wrapped his hands around Bill’s neck and pressed a long, slow kiss on his friend’s lips. When they broke, he smiled shyly. “If it’s okay, I’d much rather feel you.”

“Risky,” Bill mumbled into the crook of Went's neck. “Awfully risky.”

“Are you clean?”

“I can’t speak for Mahone, but I know I am.”

“I doubt Alex has had any action lately. Guy’s an asshole,” Wentworth smirked.

“What about you, smartass?”

“Oh, I know Michael wasn’t getting any in either Fox River or Sona, and,” Wentworth released Bill and lay down. He flung his left leg over the back of the sofa then placed his right foot in the center of Bill’s chest. His hand curled around his own erection and he stroked it lazily. “Besides women, you’re my first. And Alex is Michael’s first.”

“Well then,” Bill’s blue eyes flashed with equal parts Alex and himself as he pealed away the useless condom and dropped it to the floor. Then, he traced a path with his tongue - starting at Wentworth’s ankle, traveling up his calf and thigh, stopping for a slow, languid trip over his cock, then to his navel, up to the nipples and finally ending at Wentworth’s lips. It was sweet agony; Went's skin was screaming out, demanding immediate pleasure, but all he could do was wait for Bill to finish. The kiss broke and Bill leaned in towards Wentworth’s ear. His friend’s words brushed over his lobe and Wentworth shivered. “I’ll have to make sure this is memorable … for both of you.”

Bill took both of Wentworth’s feet and slid them around his waist, hooking his ankles into the small of his back. He spit into his hand and ran it over his own erection, making it nice and slick, then guided himself back into Wentworth.

They picked up exactly where they left off; their rhythm perfectly synched to each other. Bill leaned over, bracing himself by placing his hands on either side of Wentworth’s shoulders. Went’s hands traveled the expanse of Bill’s back; fingers clawing, scratching, scraping; red welts rising in his wake. Then they moved to his ass. He clutched at the firm globes of flesh, trying to pull Bill harder, closer. Desperately wanting Bill to be all the way inside of his skin. The tip of his cock rubbed against Bill’s stomach with each thrust and Wentworth felt himself getting close to the edge.

They rocked against each other; panting, sweating as guttural, animalistic sounds filled the room. Their eyes were locked together; neither leaving the other’s as they fucked. Harder. Faster. Unrestrained. Frenzied. The trailer grew hotter and hotter. The air heavier and heavier.

“Oh, guh!” Bill mumbled incoherently as he pounded into Wentworth. “God, fuck!”

The room began to tip and spin. Wentworth dropped one of his hands around his own cock and began to massage it in rhythm with Bill’s thrusts. It pulsed, wanton and alive, in his fist. Wentworth had stroked himself five, maybe six times and he was falling. The second orgasm wasn’t as powerful as his first, but it hit him harder, burning through him like a flash of lightning. He cried out as semen sprayed out of him, coating Bill’s belly in the sticky fluid.

Bill inhaled sharply and thrust inside one final time. His eyes snapped shut, head dropping back, the veins in his neck and forehead popping out as blood rushed through him. Wentworth locked his ankles behind Bill and pulled him down as hard as he could. And when Bill came, it was Wentworth’s name he called out; not Michael’s. Deep inside, Wentworth felt his friend’s warm seed fill him.

Then Bill collapsed. Wentworth managed to roll to his side before his friend’s full weight landed on him. He took Bill’s head and cradled it against his chest and pushed one of his knees between Bill’s legs. They were both panting, hearts beating wildly. Neither spoke, both focusing on trying to regain some kind of control over themselves.

“That was …” Bill started, still breathless. “Amazing.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that in my entire life,” Wentworth ran his fingers through Bill’s sweaty hair, pushing a stray lock away from his forehead and replacing it with a soft kiss. “I can’t even find the words to describe it.”

Bill turned his head and they kissed again. This time, it was slow and patient. Languid.

“Can I ask you something?” Wentworth whispered into Bill hair.

“Anything.”

“You said my name, you know, when you came. Not Michael‘s,“ he paused and brushed his fingertips over Bill’s cheek. “When did you stop being Alex and start being Bill?”

Bill slid his hand around the back of Wentworth’s neck.

“Don’t you know already?” Their eyes met and held. “I was never Alex.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They lay together in silence; Wentworth tracing circles on Bill’s forearm and Bill’s fingers running up and down Wentworth’s spine as if it were the keys on a piano. Wentworth broke the quiet.

“Now what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you gonna tell Kim?”

“I know I should, but I don’t,” Bill cleared his throat. “Yeah. I’ll tell her.”

“Will she be mad?”

“Well,” Bill laughed, “I’m guessing her reaction won’t be the same as if I were surprising her with a trip to Europe. But, she‘s pretty open minded. Though I‘m sure this one‘s going to throw her a little bit.”

Wentworth joined him in his laughter. He held up his fingers and used his thumb and index finger to measure out an inch.

“Maybe this much.”

“What about you and your ‘reputation’? Aren’t you worried about that?”

“Not really,” Wentworth leaned in so that his lips were almost touching Bill’s, “everyone already thinks I’m gay, so what difference does it make if they find out that I'm fucking my hot co-star?”

Their mouths connected. The kiss started out slow, but it quickly deepened and both men became aroused again. Hands began to move over skin; touching, testing. Bill rolled to his back and pulled Wentworth on top of him. Their lips separated and Wentworth smirked at his friend.

“My turn?” he asked, one eyebrow cocked up in surprise.

Before Bill could answer, there was a knock at the door. A moment later came Dom’s voice.

“Hey! Anybody here?”

“Fuck! Did you lock the …” Wentworth barely managed to whisper before the door swung open.

Dominic stepped up into the trailer and was completely inside before either man had much of a chance to do anything to try and hide what they had been doing. When Dom saw them -- both naked, clothes and underwear thrown haphazardly around the small space, Bill on his back with Wentworth hovering above him -- his mouth dropped open.

“Dom,” Bill leapt to his feet, grabbing whatever pants were within his reach, and jerked them up his legs and over his rapidly deflating erection, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

Wentworth cringed at the cliché and didn’t even make an attempt to explain. He just stood, pulled on his briefs and shorts and grabbed whatever t-shirt was nearby. A blush burned its way across his face as he watched Dom’s gaze pass between himself and Bill.

“I think it’s *exactly* what it looks like,” Dom’s face split into a huge grin. “Exactly.”


~TBC in Lesson 7 -- Finals~

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