Little Swimmers | By : Longlostnite Category: 1 through F > Blood Ties Views: 3127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Little Swimmers
Author: longlostnite
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Vicki/Mike/Henry
Archive: None
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine, so no money, just fun.
Summary: What Dreams May Come?
Mike hated to part lips with Vicki, but with that damn Jonah standing there he didn’t really have a choice.
“It’ll only take a minute,” Jonah said.
That made Vicki grin and Mike blush. He walked past Jonah, snatched the cup out of his hand, and kept walking.
“Second door on the right,” Jonah called. It was all Mike could do not to flip him off.
Mike walked in, looked around and knocked himself in the head.
I must be mentally defective. Then he sighed. What am I saying? Of course I am when it comes to Vicki.
He picked up a couple of magazines and started to flip through the pages. They’re ok. They’re not Vicki. Not even Kate.
He kept flipping through the magazines and then tried one of the DVDs. They helped, but then he thought he’d just lean back and close his eyes. He imagined Vicki, standing in front of him while he lay on the bed, with nothing on but a clingy, see through negligee. Then he snorted out loud.
Vicki in a negligee? More likely to see me in one.
He imagined Vicki standing there in baggy sweatpants and her favorite Grateful Dead t shirt. Walking towards him. Standing next to the bed, leaning over him. Kissing him, running her hands over his body.
Yeah, that’ll work. He kept his eyes closed, reached that pre-dream stage where everything feels real, fueling his imagination. Feeling hands moving indolently over his skin. His breathing became shallower, and he felt the blood rise, along with something else. He could almost feel her breath on his chest, the lips kissing, tongue licking. Then felt another pair of hands, softer than Vicki’s, moving even more lightly across his abdomen, moving lower, until they reached the waist band of his shorts.
Mike wasn’t really one to fantasize, but when he did, the woman had always been Vicki. He recognized her touch, the feel of her skin. The other hands he remembered for another reason. Hands that reached out and held him while teeth sharper than razors sank into his neck and drank away his life’s blood. Fangs that caused an arousal in him he didn’t know would be there, didn’t expect and wasn’t sure he wanted. Mike had understood then why vampire lore made them so sexual. Thinking about Henry’s teeth in his neck had turned him on. Had made him hard at the same time the pain did. Behind Mike’s eyes, Vicki had disappeared, and there stood Henry, looking like a prince even if he wasn’t wearing any thing remotely resembling clothing. Henry’s hands pulled at the waist of Mike’s shorts, exposing him. Slowly, fingers slid over his erection, guiding Mike’s cock into his mouth. The curly hair on Henry’s head tickled his stomach, making him even harder. Henry licked the head, ran his tongue down the shaft, never stopping, then engulfed the member in his mouth again, tongue laving around and around. Everything working in concert. Mike was moving, slowly at first, then faster, keeping up with imaginary Henry’s motion.
Are you sure, Michael? It was Henry’s voice inside Mike’s head and Mike’s own voice answered, “No, but I don’t think I want you to stop.”
All you have to say is no and I’m gone.
He could barely get out the words, Don’t go.
Henry’s tongue, his mouth, his hands continued his ministrations in Mike’s mind, and he couldn’t help but groan out loud.
What is happening to me?
Nothing you don’t want.
Are you making me do this?
It doesn’t work like that. If you didn’t want me here, I wouldn’t be here.
Then there were no more words, just Mike feeling Henry working his erection to the ultimate goal.
Jonah was waiting for him outside the room. When Mike emerged, he silently handed the cup with his little swimmers to the man and kept walking. He got back to the lobby and there sat Vicki, waiting for him with a look on her face that said, I promise not to laugh until we get to the car. And she almost made it. They reached the car park and Vicki’s laughter echoed through the whole place. Mike just turned your basic shades of red.
“So,” Vicki asked when she was finally able to catch her breath, “what’d you think about in there?”
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