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Slashfic: Eggs
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, DC does. I'm not getting any cash either, damnit.
Author's Note: Villain Slash!
"Don't you know how to make anything besides eggs, Blake?" Lawton asks, but there's no rancor in the man's words. He sprawls among the sheets, his right hand still tied to the elaborate wrought-iron headboard. His left hand lays across his chest, absently fingering the teeth marks Blake has left.
Blake snorts and settles on the edge of the bed, naked as a jaybird, plate of eggs balanced on one knee. He looks rumpled, hair askew, and he smells like sweat and sex.
"At least I can cook something," says Blake, scooping a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
"Cooking ain't my strength," says Lawton. His free hand drifts down, away from his teeth-ravaged nipple, across the hard planes of his belly. "And you know it."
"I know all kinds of things," says Blake, blandly.
He rolls onto the bed, suddenly, plate skittering across the sheets, pinning Lawton's legs down. He grabs the edge of the sheet and pulls it down, tearing it a little. His gaze drops to Lawton's groin, to the gun man's hand fondling cock and balls.
"I thought you were hungry," says Lawton.
"I am."
Blake shimmies up Lawton's torso a bit, then reaches for the plate of eggs. He pulls it to him and, grinning, dumps its contents across Lawton's belly.
"Fuck!"
Lawton is rewarded for his outburst with a smack to the thigh. "Don't be such a baby."
"Those eggs were hot," complains Lawton.
"Hmmm."
Blake leans forward and runs his tongue through the mess of eggs. He can taste Lawton's skin beneath them, salty and strong.
"They're not hot," Blakes breathes against Lawton's belly.
"Bad kitty." Lawton's eyes are half-lidded, enjoying the sensation of Blake's tongue, the view of the other man sprawled across him, using his tongue to scoop up bits of egg. He touches Blake's hair with his free hand and thinks about freeing his other one, but then gets distracted by Blake's mouth. He settles back and watches his teammate lick him clean, using teeth and tongue to devour the eggs.
By the time Blake's done, Lawton's cock is so hard it hurts. He touches Blake's head, fingers closing on the dark blonde hair. Blake looks up, tongue licking his lips.
"Jesus," mutters Lawton. "What's a guy got to do to get a blowjob around here?"
"Another one?" asks Blake, letting Lawton pull his face forward.
The gunman's cock rubs across Blake's cheeks and lips. Lawton hisses at the scrape of Blake's sideburns, his almost perpetual five-o-clock shadow.
"Fuck," murmurs Lawton, as Blake nuzzles his cock.
He looks down and Blake's eyes, bright and sharp, meet his gaze. His tongue flicks out, darting, tracing veined flesh.
Lawton really wishes he had both hands free right then because he'd pretty much jam his dick down Blake's throat. A minute later, he's glad he's still bound because Blake's swallowing him whole and Lawton really wants to last this time.
Lawton knows that's pretty much not going to happen the minute Blake starts to hum. The gunman's toes curl and he clenches his teeth, but it's all just too much. His hips pump up and Blake's hands dig into him, hard enough to bruise and Lawton hisses as teeth scrape his flesh. A minute later cold air hits his dick and Blake is jacking him off, one-handed, grinning like, well, like the cat that ate the canary.
"Tease," Lawton accuses.
Blake just grins. He slaps Lawton's cock against his belly with a wet smack. His thumb presses into the sensitive nerves just beneath the crown.
Grunting, Lawton cums across his own stomach.
"Messy," says Blake and leans forward to lap at the thick, white fluid. Beneath his cheek, Lawton's stomach gurgles.
The gunman sighs. "What's a fella got to do to get some eggs around here?"
He can feel Blake grinning.
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, DC does. I'm not getting any cash either, damnit.
Author's Note: Villain Slash!
"Don't you know how to make anything besides eggs, Blake?" Lawton asks, but there's no rancor in the man's words. He sprawls among the sheets, his right hand still tied to the elaborate wrought-iron headboard. His left hand lays across his chest, absently fingering the teeth marks Blake has left.
Blake snorts and settles on the edge of the bed, naked as a jaybird, plate of eggs balanced on one knee. He looks rumpled, hair askew, and he smells like sweat and sex.
"At least I can cook something," says Blake, scooping a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
"Cooking ain't my strength," says Lawton. His free hand drifts down, away from his teeth-ravaged nipple, across the hard planes of his belly. "And you know it."
"I know all kinds of things," says Blake, blandly.
He rolls onto the bed, suddenly, plate skittering across the sheets, pinning Lawton's legs down. He grabs the edge of the sheet and pulls it down, tearing it a little. His gaze drops to Lawton's groin, to the gun man's hand fondling cock and balls.
"I thought you were hungry," says Lawton.
"I am."
Blake shimmies up Lawton's torso a bit, then reaches for the plate of eggs. He pulls it to him and, grinning, dumps its contents across Lawton's belly.
"Fuck!"
Lawton is rewarded for his outburst with a smack to the thigh. "Don't be such a baby."
"Those eggs were hot," complains Lawton.
"Hmmm."
Blake leans forward and runs his tongue through the mess of eggs. He can taste Lawton's skin beneath them, salty and strong.
"They're not hot," Blakes breathes against Lawton's belly.
"Bad kitty." Lawton's eyes are half-lidded, enjoying the sensation of Blake's tongue, the view of the other man sprawled across him, using his tongue to scoop up bits of egg. He touches Blake's hair with his free hand and thinks about freeing his other one, but then gets distracted by Blake's mouth. He settles back and watches his teammate lick him clean, using teeth and tongue to devour the eggs.
By the time Blake's done, Lawton's cock is so hard it hurts. He touches Blake's head, fingers closing on the dark blonde hair. Blake looks up, tongue licking his lips.
"Jesus," mutters Lawton. "What's a guy got to do to get a blowjob around here?"
"Another one?" asks Blake, letting Lawton pull his face forward.
The gunman's cock rubs across Blake's cheeks and lips. Lawton hisses at the scrape of Blake's sideburns, his almost perpetual five-o-clock shadow.
"Fuck," murmurs Lawton, as Blake nuzzles his cock.
He looks down and Blake's eyes, bright and sharp, meet his gaze. His tongue flicks out, darting, tracing veined flesh.
Lawton really wishes he had both hands free right then because he'd pretty much jam his dick down Blake's throat. A minute later, he's glad he's still bound because Blake's swallowing him whole and Lawton really wants to last this time.
Lawton knows that's pretty much not going to happen the minute Blake starts to hum. The gunman's toes curl and he clenches his teeth, but it's all just too much. His hips pump up and Blake's hands dig into him, hard enough to bruise and Lawton hisses as teeth scrape his flesh. A minute later cold air hits his dick and Blake is jacking him off, one-handed, grinning like, well, like the cat that ate the canary.
"Tease," Lawton accuses.
Blake just grins. He slaps Lawton's cock against his belly with a wet smack. His thumb presses into the sensitive nerves just beneath the crown.
Grunting, Lawton cums across his own stomach.
"Messy," says Blake and leans forward to lap at the thick, white fluid. Beneath his cheek, Lawton's stomach gurgles.
The gunman sighs. "What's a fella got to do to get some eggs around here?"
He can feel Blake grinning.
