RPF: Slash Fanfiction 101 -- Lesson 5
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michaelxmahoneTitle: Slash Fanfic 101 - Lesson 5
Author: Me
Pairing: Wentworth/William; Michael/Mahone
Rating: Is there a rating higher than M?
Word Count: 1279
A/N: PORN!
Lesson 1
Lesson 2
Lesson 3
Lesson 4
* * * * * * * * * *
“I’m not sure yet, but I do know that I need to feel more of you. Right now.” Bill growled low in the back of his throat. He wrestled with Wentworth’s briefs; pulling and pushing and shoving them until finally Wentworth rolled out from underneath him, stood and removed them himself. Bill slid his own underwear down over his hips and legs, kicking them away and not caring where they landed.
“Come’ere,” Wentworth slurred as he held out his hands and helped Bill to his feet.
As soon as he was standing, Bill grabbed Wentworth tightly by the arms and jerked him forward. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching. Bill clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head back and forth.
“Michael, Michael, Michael,” he scolded lightly, his fingers digging into Wentworth‘s skin as his face took on the mask of Alex Mahone. “You don’t tell *me* what to do. I give the orders around here.”
Wentworth moved closer, pressing his body against Bill’s until, from shoulders down to hips, they were skin to skin. Then, he lowered one hand, sliding it between them, and grasped both erections. One slow, tight stroke and Bill, eyes dropping shut, threw his head back and moaned loudly.
“Is that right, Alex?” Wentworth purred into Bill’s collarbone. He licked at the skin, clearing away the salty beads of sweat that had formed there. Bill’s cock pulsed warmly against his and Wentworth nearly came right then and there, but he forced his arousal back down and continued to move his hand back and forth over their combined length.
“Damn straight it is,” Bill grunted, his voice low and guttural.
“And if I don’t follow your rules?” Wentworth bit into one of Bill’s shoulders and the man yelped out in surprise. His eyes flew open and Wentworth met them evenly. He could feel Michael’s bravado rising up inside of him. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Let me show you.” Bill backed away slightly. He reached between them and pulled Wentworth’s hand away from their joined cocks. Then, he placed his hands on both of Wentworth’s shoulders and shoved him down to his knees. “Now,” he said, using Mahone’s strong, assertive tone, “I want you to open your mouth for me, Michael.” He ran his hand over Wentworth’s shorn head and brought it to a rest at the nape of his neck.
“Can I at least have a pillow to kneel on?” Wentworth felt one corner of his lips twitching up into his best Michael smirk. He sat back on his heels. “This floor is awfully *hard*,” he stressed the last word.
Bill said nothing in response. Instead, he grabbed his cock and traced the head of it across Wentworth’s lips. The tip was already weeping and Went couldn’t help but let his tongue slip out and clear away the sticky, somewhat bitter liquid. Bill inhaled sharply at the contact, his hand tightening on the back of Went’s neck.
“That’s right,” Bill said as Wentworth’s lips parted. “Open up for me, Michael.”
Bill moved slowly, sliding further and further inside, until he was buried to the hilt. Wentworth felt himself beginning to gag. He swallowed a few times and the sensation disappeared. At first, he wasn’t really sure what to do, so he called up the memory of the best blowjob he’d ever had. Went began to work Bill’s erection. He flattened his tongue and ran it along the shaft, curling the tip around the head and dipping it into the slit. Then, he sucked Bill completely into his mouth, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth. He swallowed again, the muscles of his throat squeezing tightly around his friend’s cock. Each time he did it, Wentworth heard Bill make a sharp, short mewling sound. He lifted his eyes and saw that Bill‘s head was once again flung backwards. His eyes were sealed shut and his mouth was open. Beads of sweat rolled down Bill‘s face and chest. Wentworth could feel his legs trembling. He placed his hands around Bill‘s hips and tried to hold him steady.
A squirt of salty pre-come coated Wentworth’s tongue. Bill was getting close. His cock was getting harder and warmer. Wentworth sped up, mouth sliding rapidly back and forth over Bill’s length. He puffed out his cheeks and prepared himself to take Bill’s orgasm.
It never came.
Before he knew what was happening, Wentworth was jerked to his feet. He brought his shocked gaze to Bill’s face and was met by Alex Mahone. Bill was completely immersed into his character now, so Wentworth let himself disappear into the safety of Michael.
“Not good enough for you, Alex?” he snarked. “If not, maybe you should give me some pointers.”
“You mean you don’t have an instruction manual tattooed on your body somewhere?”
“Never thought of it,” Wentworth snapped back.
“Right.”
Bill spun quickly and shoved Wentworth. He fell, backwards, onto the sofa. A moment later, Bill was on his knees in front of him, hands wrapping around Wentworth’s thighs. Then, Bill’s warm mouth closed over his erection.
Wentworth’s mind went completely blank. All he could think of was Bill’s lips and tongue and teeth as they skillfully moved over his cock. He slid his hands into Bill’s soft, wavy hair, his hips bucking uncontrollably as Bill laved the shaft. Bill’s hands dropped to Went’s pelvis, pushing him down and holding him still.
A wave of heat shot through Wentworth and he came hard and fast; rope after rope of semen spraying from him and down Bill’s throat. Each time Bill swallowed, Went groaned.
The older man pulled away and ran the back of his hand across his mouth.
“And that’s how it’s done,” he said tightly.
Wentworth didn’t have a chance to argue or answer. Bill grabbed him and rolled him onto his stomach. A second later, he was pinned to the couch; helpless beneath the weight of his friend’s body. Bill’s tongue slid down his spine and back up to his shoulders. Wentworth shivered when he felt one, then two fingers press into his anus. At first, the tight ring of muscle resisted against the intrusion, but Wentworth made himself relax.
“Alex,” he moaned as Bill massaged and stretched his hole. Wentworth felt himself growing hard again. “Please.”
“This might hurt,” Bill hissed in Mahone’s cocky voice.
“I don’t care,” Wentworth begged as he pulled his knees in, lifting his ass into the air. He felt Bill move into position behind him. “Just fucking do it!”
“Wentworth,” Bill, not Alex, whispered against the small of his back, “are you sure you want me to …”
“God, yes,” he replied and pushed himself harder onto his friend’s fingers.
“Do you have any condoms?” Bill questioned, running his hands over Wentworth’s body, causing him to shiver.
Wentworth reached blindly to his left, his fingers connecting with the table’s drawer handle. He jerked it open, removed one foil packet, brought it up to his mouth and tore into it with his teeth. A moment later, he was handing it to Bill and Bill was rolling the thin, slippery sleeve of latex over his erection.
“I’m only going to ask you one more time. Are you serious about this?” Bill’s hands wrapped around Wentworth’s hips. The tip of his cock pressed against Wentworth’s asshole. “Once we cross this line …”
Wentworth turned over his shoulder, his lips curving into a tight smirk.
“Would *Alex* even think of giving *Michael* a choice?”
“I’m not Alex and you’re not Michael …”
“Answer me.”
Bill’s fingers dug into Wentworth’s hips.
“No fucking way.”
~TBC in Lesson 6~
Author: Me
Pairing: Wentworth/William; Michael/Mahone
Rating: Is there a rating higher than M?
Word Count: 1279
A/N: PORN!
Lesson 1
Lesson 2
Lesson 3
Lesson 4
* * * * * * * * * *
“I’m not sure yet, but I do know that I need to feel more of you. Right now.” Bill growled low in the back of his throat. He wrestled with Wentworth’s briefs; pulling and pushing and shoving them until finally Wentworth rolled out from underneath him, stood and removed them himself. Bill slid his own underwear down over his hips and legs, kicking them away and not caring where they landed.
“Come’ere,” Wentworth slurred as he held out his hands and helped Bill to his feet.
As soon as he was standing, Bill grabbed Wentworth tightly by the arms and jerked him forward. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching. Bill clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head back and forth.
“Michael, Michael, Michael,” he scolded lightly, his fingers digging into Wentworth‘s skin as his face took on the mask of Alex Mahone. “You don’t tell *me* what to do. I give the orders around here.”
Wentworth moved closer, pressing his body against Bill’s until, from shoulders down to hips, they were skin to skin. Then, he lowered one hand, sliding it between them, and grasped both erections. One slow, tight stroke and Bill, eyes dropping shut, threw his head back and moaned loudly.
“Is that right, Alex?” Wentworth purred into Bill’s collarbone. He licked at the skin, clearing away the salty beads of sweat that had formed there. Bill’s cock pulsed warmly against his and Wentworth nearly came right then and there, but he forced his arousal back down and continued to move his hand back and forth over their combined length.
“Damn straight it is,” Bill grunted, his voice low and guttural.
“And if I don’t follow your rules?” Wentworth bit into one of Bill’s shoulders and the man yelped out in surprise. His eyes flew open and Wentworth met them evenly. He could feel Michael’s bravado rising up inside of him. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Let me show you.” Bill backed away slightly. He reached between them and pulled Wentworth’s hand away from their joined cocks. Then, he placed his hands on both of Wentworth’s shoulders and shoved him down to his knees. “Now,” he said, using Mahone’s strong, assertive tone, “I want you to open your mouth for me, Michael.” He ran his hand over Wentworth’s shorn head and brought it to a rest at the nape of his neck.
“Can I at least have a pillow to kneel on?” Wentworth felt one corner of his lips twitching up into his best Michael smirk. He sat back on his heels. “This floor is awfully *hard*,” he stressed the last word.
Bill said nothing in response. Instead, he grabbed his cock and traced the head of it across Wentworth’s lips. The tip was already weeping and Went couldn’t help but let his tongue slip out and clear away the sticky, somewhat bitter liquid. Bill inhaled sharply at the contact, his hand tightening on the back of Went’s neck.
“That’s right,” Bill said as Wentworth’s lips parted. “Open up for me, Michael.”
Bill moved slowly, sliding further and further inside, until he was buried to the hilt. Wentworth felt himself beginning to gag. He swallowed a few times and the sensation disappeared. At first, he wasn’t really sure what to do, so he called up the memory of the best blowjob he’d ever had. Went began to work Bill’s erection. He flattened his tongue and ran it along the shaft, curling the tip around the head and dipping it into the slit. Then, he sucked Bill completely into his mouth, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth. He swallowed again, the muscles of his throat squeezing tightly around his friend’s cock. Each time he did it, Wentworth heard Bill make a sharp, short mewling sound. He lifted his eyes and saw that Bill‘s head was once again flung backwards. His eyes were sealed shut and his mouth was open. Beads of sweat rolled down Bill‘s face and chest. Wentworth could feel his legs trembling. He placed his hands around Bill‘s hips and tried to hold him steady.
A squirt of salty pre-come coated Wentworth’s tongue. Bill was getting close. His cock was getting harder and warmer. Wentworth sped up, mouth sliding rapidly back and forth over Bill’s length. He puffed out his cheeks and prepared himself to take Bill’s orgasm.
It never came.
Before he knew what was happening, Wentworth was jerked to his feet. He brought his shocked gaze to Bill’s face and was met by Alex Mahone. Bill was completely immersed into his character now, so Wentworth let himself disappear into the safety of Michael.
“Not good enough for you, Alex?” he snarked. “If not, maybe you should give me some pointers.”
“You mean you don’t have an instruction manual tattooed on your body somewhere?”
“Never thought of it,” Wentworth snapped back.
“Right.”
Bill spun quickly and shoved Wentworth. He fell, backwards, onto the sofa. A moment later, Bill was on his knees in front of him, hands wrapping around Wentworth’s thighs. Then, Bill’s warm mouth closed over his erection.
Wentworth’s mind went completely blank. All he could think of was Bill’s lips and tongue and teeth as they skillfully moved over his cock. He slid his hands into Bill’s soft, wavy hair, his hips bucking uncontrollably as Bill laved the shaft. Bill’s hands dropped to Went’s pelvis, pushing him down and holding him still.
A wave of heat shot through Wentworth and he came hard and fast; rope after rope of semen spraying from him and down Bill’s throat. Each time Bill swallowed, Went groaned.
The older man pulled away and ran the back of his hand across his mouth.
“And that’s how it’s done,” he said tightly.
Wentworth didn’t have a chance to argue or answer. Bill grabbed him and rolled him onto his stomach. A second later, he was pinned to the couch; helpless beneath the weight of his friend’s body. Bill’s tongue slid down his spine and back up to his shoulders. Wentworth shivered when he felt one, then two fingers press into his anus. At first, the tight ring of muscle resisted against the intrusion, but Wentworth made himself relax.
“Alex,” he moaned as Bill massaged and stretched his hole. Wentworth felt himself growing hard again. “Please.”
“This might hurt,” Bill hissed in Mahone’s cocky voice.
“I don’t care,” Wentworth begged as he pulled his knees in, lifting his ass into the air. He felt Bill move into position behind him. “Just fucking do it!”
“Wentworth,” Bill, not Alex, whispered against the small of his back, “are you sure you want me to …”
“God, yes,” he replied and pushed himself harder onto his friend’s fingers.
“Do you have any condoms?” Bill questioned, running his hands over Wentworth’s body, causing him to shiver.
Wentworth reached blindly to his left, his fingers connecting with the table’s drawer handle. He jerked it open, removed one foil packet, brought it up to his mouth and tore into it with his teeth. A moment later, he was handing it to Bill and Bill was rolling the thin, slippery sleeve of latex over his erection.
“I’m only going to ask you one more time. Are you serious about this?” Bill’s hands wrapped around Wentworth’s hips. The tip of his cock pressed against Wentworth’s asshole. “Once we cross this line …”
Wentworth turned over his shoulder, his lips curving into a tight smirk.
“Would *Alex* even think of giving *Michael* a choice?”
“I’m not Alex and you’re not Michael …”
“Answer me.”
Bill’s fingers dug into Wentworth’s hips.
“No fucking way.”
~TBC in Lesson 6~
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