Rocking chairs, balconies, and underwear, oh my!

So, the other night I needed a little kick in the ass to do some writing, and I tweeted a request for prompts. I got three! So, Annette, Tkegl, and TwilightJems, these are for you.

Rocking Chair

The creaking floorboards were a gentle counterpoint to the soft slap of their skin. Their sounds were deep, guttural. Feet pressed against the floor with urgency, sending the rocking chair into a paroxysm of motion that mirrored their own. Loud cries swallowed by hot mouths followed, and then quiet, as the chair slowed, they slowed, and only the gentle “crick, crick” remained.

(From @annetteinoz - rocking chair)

Last Night On The Patio

The crackle of the paper reaches my ears, before the acrid tendril of smoke wafts into my nose. Spinning around, I see the burning, red tip of a cigarette flare, illuminating the silhouette of a strong, male jaw. Then a low, gravelly voice asks, “Not to be rude, but why are you naked on my balcony?”

Before I can react, whether it be to answer or try to cover myself, the owner of the voice leans forward; his face moves into the light, the movement of his black clad legs settling on either side of the chaise lounge, registering only by the reflection of light off the leather encasing them, and pale hands, float above black sleeves as elbows rest on knees.

“I,” but the words stick in my throat as I get a good look at him. The fingers that pinch the cigarette when he takes a hit are long and graceful, and his mouth, Christ his mouth, is perfect. Full, red lips form a teasing “o” on his exhale, and wicked, green eyes regard me like I’m puzzle to put together, or take apart.

His hair is shorn, cut close to his scalp, leaving behind nothing but bristly fuzz that I want to run my hands over. I want to feel the prickle-tickle of that dark hair along my palm and against my cheek. His eyes drop, and they’re roving over my entire body, and even if I was dressed, I’d feel naked under his gaze.

I like it.

My body agrees, reacting to him in traitorous ways.

I see his lip quirk up in a smirk, and when his eyes reach mine once more, I see that an eyebrow has mimicked his mouth, and his regard is both amused and heated. He takes a final hit off his cigarette, and I watch as his thumb and middle finger pinch together, before flicking the butt, the burning stub creating an arc of red light as it flies over the railing and out into the night.

He moves quickly, and in a moment he’s standing in front of me. I should be mortified. I should be trying to cover myself. Instead, I’m staring at him and my breath speeds up. He’s all lithe grace and dangerous lines, and his skin is pale, ethereal almost against the canvas of his all black clothing. Broad shoulders taper to a narrow waist, and he carries himself like a predator, feline and almost threatening as he cocks his head. He places his hands on the railing, one on either side of me, caging me. He is mere inches from me, and I feel all the more naked in contrast to his fully clothed body.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Muffled shouting from the unit upstairs floats down, and he smiles at me. “A quick escape out the window? Errant wife? Angry husband got home too early?”

His tongue flicks out, wetting his lips, glossing them.

I finally break my gaze from that mouth that I want to feel on my skin, and shake my head as I look up at him. “Errant husband. Angry wife,” I reply.

His lips stretch into a wicked smile and he leans forward. I’m pressed against the railing, there’s nowhere else to go, nowhere I want to go. He dips his head and runs his nose along my neck, before nuzzling my jaw, scratching himself along the stubble there like the great cat he resembles. “Lucky me,” he chuckles against my skin.

Lucky me. I think as his hands move over, then around, and finally in my body. Lucky me. As his mouth robs me of any coherent thoughts.

(from @TwilightJems - Not to be rude, but what are you doing naked on my balcony?)

Fuck the Pancakes

I stand unnoticed in the doorway of the kitchen, and watch as he makes breakfast. He dances as he cooks, his pert ass wiggling while he flips the pancakes; the ties of the apron falling down his bare back, swaying with the beat of whatever song is playing on his iPod.

Not everyone can pull off pink and white striped boxer briefs, but he can. They mold to his ass just right, and when he turns around and I remove that travesty of an apron from him—a picture of a rooster with the word “tease” next to it—I’ll see the lovely way those pink and white stripes cup his cock, the real one.

Grinning I watch as he moves to the sink, gripping the edge and writhing against it, until finally he pretends like he’s fucking the damn thing, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. With a small shriek he spins around, his hand clutching the spatula like it’s a weapon.

“Damn it! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

I grin as I push off of the door jamb and walk toward him, my hand rubbing my hard on through my pajama bottoms.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he says, waggling his finger. “I’m making breakfast!”

I don’t say anything as I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me lightly, then tries to pull away, but I grip his neck tight and kiss him harder. My hand moves to the ties of the apron, and then it’s slipping down, over his slim hips, pooling at his feet on the floor.

He breaks off from our kiss. “But . . . but, breakfast,” he pants.

“Later,” I tell him. “I don’t want to eat pancakes right now.” I drop to my knees and nuzzle his cock through those pink and white stripes. I glance at him and he is staring down at me, his gaze dark and wild, and I swipe my tongue over his tip, which is now pushing out over the top of his waistband.

I grip the elastic and pull down, freeing him and without preamble, take him into my mouth. His knees buckle, and I grin as I continue to lavish his cock with my lips and mouth and tongue. I pull back and look up at him, “I think the pancakes are burning.”

He grabs my head and pushes it back down. “Fuck the pancakes.”

Yeah. Pink and white stripes.

(from @Tkegl - Not everyone can pull off pink and white striped boxer briefs.)

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