It’s Just A Waste of Money, Honey
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Adult ++
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It’s Just A Waste of Money, Honey
Title: It’s Just A Waste of Money, Honey
Characters: Brimstone and Vincent
Warnings: Goofy humor, guy on guy action
Story Type: One-Shot
“I want to sit in the back of the theater.” Brimstone had to stand on the tips of his toes so that he could whisper his demands into his lover Vincent’s ear, but it was worth it to feel a shiver work its way through his lover’s strong body when he slid his fingers underneath the older male’s shirt. “Please Vinnie,” he cooed, darting his tongue out to flick over his half-sidhe lover’s earlobe in a teasing caress. “I just want to sit in the back where there won’t be any obnoxious kids bothering us.”
Vincent groaned softly, still not used to his sultry lover’s teasing. “I thought that you wanted to see this movie Brim,” he murmured in a reproachful tone. “If all you wanted was sex, then we should have just stayed home.” Unfazed by Vincent’s words, Brimstone cuddled his lover closer, confident that he would get his way.
“You can’t be serious,” he said with a bit of laughter trickling into his voice. “I may have all of the depth of a fifteen year old girl sometimes, but even I know that this New Moon thing isn’t worth the twenty bucks we forked over for our tickets. It’s the perfect movie for what I have planned.”
With a cheeky grin and a flirtatious wink up at his lover, the red headed incubus sauntered off towards the theater that would be showing New Moon. “Be a dear and get me a bag of Skittles,” he called out over his shoulder without breaking his stride. “I’m in the mood for something sweet.”
***
When Vincent entered the dimly lit theater, he followed Brimstone’s peculiar scent of cherries and vanilla to where the incubus was sitting in the very back of the theater, glaring and scowling at anyone who dared come too close to the secluded row of seats. The second that the young incubus saw Vincent, the frown slid off of his face only to be replaced with a blindingly white smile and a very blatant come-hither look.
“Did you get my Skittles?” he asked as Vincent took the seat to his right. Vincent handed Brimstone the bag of candy and leaned back in the plush, reclining seat. He expected that to keep his hyperactive lover busy for a short time, but in mere moments, the short incubus had finished the entire bag of candy and was already more interested in teasing his lover than with the film.
He danced his fingers over the muscular length of Vincent’s left thigh, stroking his fingers up from his lover’s knee to where the bulge of his erection pressed against his denims. Beneath Brimstone’s fingers, Vincent’s cock twitched as it began to fill with blood and a soft moan trickled from the half-sidhe’s mouth.
“Stop it, Brim,” Vincent demanded as Brimstone tried to unzip his fly. “The previews haven’t even started yet! At least wait until we’re sure that no one else will be coming into the theater...” He removed Brimstone’s hand from his groin and held it tightly in his. “Please darling,” he murmured softly. “Do this for me please? I don’t want to be kicked out of the theater before the movie even starts.”
Brimstone pouted but settled down just as the lights began to dim and the first previews began to flicker onscreen. As a final method of getting under his lover’s skin, he leaned over so that he could whisper into Vincent’s ear.
“We won’t get kicked out anyway,” Brimstone informed Vincent with a smug smirk on his gorgeous face. “I paid a guy I know, a witch, to set up a timed ‘Notice-Me-Not’ spell on the back rows. We could kill someone back here and no one would notice a thing until after the credits were done rolling.”
He paused to let Vincent absorb that new bit of knowledge. “I think I might do that you know,” he purred in a velvety tone as his lover stiffened. “Kill someone back here that is...Since you don’t seem all that willing to play around with me.”
“You can’t be serious,” Vincent whispered almost frantically, not sure whether or not his lover was just joking. “You wouldn’t really kill someone just because I’m not a fan of public sex... Would you?”
Brimstone shrugged. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “I’m sure Da would kill me if I did, but you’re being mean.” That last word was whined out in a high-pitched tone and Brimstone pouted up at his lover. “I told you they won’t notice us,” he said. “Now can we play?”
***
Kneeling in front of Vincent on the cold and slightly sticky floor of the movie theater was not a turn on for Brimstone. What was a turn on, was the way that Vincent bucked his hips in a helpless little movement, rubbing the tip of his gorgeous cock over Brimstone’s parted lips. The older male’s moans and groans were deep and passionate.
Brimstone lapped at the precum-smeared tip of his lover’s cock with slow movements of his soft pink tongue. As the first sweet drops of his lover’s essence hit his taste buds, his golden eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned. Everything about Vincent was addictive, from the natural magic that flowed through his veins, to the salty sweet taste of his skin.
Without thinking twice about it, Vincent wound his fingers in the crimson curls of Brimstone’s hair, using the riotous mass to guide his lover’s hot mouth up and down the length of his erection. Around him, Brimstone made a very agreeable sound and bobbed his head faster, sucking Vincent down into his throat with barely any effort.
“Oh yes Brim,” Vincent growled out as his wicked little incubus slid his hand down to tease his aching balls. “Just like that...Mmm...” He fucked Brimstone’s mouth slowly, taking his time to savor the way that his lover moaned and suckled more intensely at that throbbing rod of flesh.
Brimstone was in heaven. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of having a thick piece of flesh pushing in and out of the welcoming tunnel that his how mouth made. He worshipped Vincent shamelessly; slurping at that slick piece of flesh until the fingers wound through his hair tightened their grip and forced him to stop.
“That’s enough, pet,” Vincent chided Brimstone softly, pulling the redhead into his lap and brushed a kiss over his lover’s swollen lips. “I don’t want to come yet...”
Brimstone kissed Vincent back with a fierce eagerness, letting Vincent taste himself on the tip of his tongue before he pulled away. “That’s fine with me, love,” he purred as he squirmed against the cock that was pressed against his bottom through the dark fabric of his jeans. “I don’t want you to come yet either. I have plans for you...”
He slipped out of his lover’s lap and quickly wriggled out of his clothes so that he was standing there, nude and unashamed as Vincent practically devoured him with his eyes. His skin glowed softly in the light from the screen, pale white skin that was unmarked except for two raised scars on his abdomen. Vincent turned his attention, and his kisses to those scars, licking at that soft flesh and nibbling at the thick scars until Brimstone giggled and wriggled against him.
“Don’t do that!” Brimstone squealed. “That tickles!” His laughter was loud and free, but yet no one in the rest of the theater seemed to hear it. When the pale incubus could finally stop giggling, he pouted down at Vincent. “You’re absolutely evil, Vinnie.” Brimstone purred before lowering his head so that he could kiss Vincent again.
Vincent took control of the kiss at once, dominating Brimstone effortlessly as he wound one large hand back in that messy tangle of curls, holding Brimstone’s head in place. Brimstone mewled into the rough kiss, as a fiery hot lust worked its way through his body. He snuggled closer to his lover, fitting his body into the curve of Vincent’s body, as the half-sidhe cupped Brimstone’s bottom.
“C-can we do it now?” Brimstone asked, once Vincent broke the kiss in favor of trailing little kisses over the taut length of his neck. He didn’t bother waiting for an answer.
Instead, Brimstone reached for his discarded jeans. Within seconds, he was pressing a small tube of lubricant into his lover’s hands, urging the older man to open it. “Hurry up,” Brimstone demanded, squirming as Vincent slowly slipped a single finger inside of his needy entrance. “You know you don’t have to –uh- do this every time...I’m more than ready for you.”
Characters: Brimstone and Vincent
Warnings: Goofy humor, guy on guy action
Story Type: One-Shot
“I want to sit in the back of the theater.” Brimstone had to stand on the tips of his toes so that he could whisper his demands into his lover Vincent’s ear, but it was worth it to feel a shiver work its way through his lover’s strong body when he slid his fingers underneath the older male’s shirt. “Please Vinnie,” he cooed, darting his tongue out to flick over his half-sidhe lover’s earlobe in a teasing caress. “I just want to sit in the back where there won’t be any obnoxious kids bothering us.”
Vincent groaned softly, still not used to his sultry lover’s teasing. “I thought that you wanted to see this movie Brim,” he murmured in a reproachful tone. “If all you wanted was sex, then we should have just stayed home.” Unfazed by Vincent’s words, Brimstone cuddled his lover closer, confident that he would get his way.
“You can’t be serious,” he said with a bit of laughter trickling into his voice. “I may have all of the depth of a fifteen year old girl sometimes, but even I know that this New Moon thing isn’t worth the twenty bucks we forked over for our tickets. It’s the perfect movie for what I have planned.”
With a cheeky grin and a flirtatious wink up at his lover, the red headed incubus sauntered off towards the theater that would be showing New Moon. “Be a dear and get me a bag of Skittles,” he called out over his shoulder without breaking his stride. “I’m in the mood for something sweet.”
When Vincent entered the dimly lit theater, he followed Brimstone’s peculiar scent of cherries and vanilla to where the incubus was sitting in the very back of the theater, glaring and scowling at anyone who dared come too close to the secluded row of seats. The second that the young incubus saw Vincent, the frown slid off of his face only to be replaced with a blindingly white smile and a very blatant come-hither look.
“Did you get my Skittles?” he asked as Vincent took the seat to his right. Vincent handed Brimstone the bag of candy and leaned back in the plush, reclining seat. He expected that to keep his hyperactive lover busy for a short time, but in mere moments, the short incubus had finished the entire bag of candy and was already more interested in teasing his lover than with the film.
He danced his fingers over the muscular length of Vincent’s left thigh, stroking his fingers up from his lover’s knee to where the bulge of his erection pressed against his denims. Beneath Brimstone’s fingers, Vincent’s cock twitched as it began to fill with blood and a soft moan trickled from the half-sidhe’s mouth.
“Stop it, Brim,” Vincent demanded as Brimstone tried to unzip his fly. “The previews haven’t even started yet! At least wait until we’re sure that no one else will be coming into the theater...” He removed Brimstone’s hand from his groin and held it tightly in his. “Please darling,” he murmured softly. “Do this for me please? I don’t want to be kicked out of the theater before the movie even starts.”
Brimstone pouted but settled down just as the lights began to dim and the first previews began to flicker onscreen. As a final method of getting under his lover’s skin, he leaned over so that he could whisper into Vincent’s ear.
“We won’t get kicked out anyway,” Brimstone informed Vincent with a smug smirk on his gorgeous face. “I paid a guy I know, a witch, to set up a timed ‘Notice-Me-Not’ spell on the back rows. We could kill someone back here and no one would notice a thing until after the credits were done rolling.”
He paused to let Vincent absorb that new bit of knowledge. “I think I might do that you know,” he purred in a velvety tone as his lover stiffened. “Kill someone back here that is...Since you don’t seem all that willing to play around with me.”
“You can’t be serious,” Vincent whispered almost frantically, not sure whether or not his lover was just joking. “You wouldn’t really kill someone just because I’m not a fan of public sex... Would you?”
Brimstone shrugged. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “I’m sure Da would kill me if I did, but you’re being mean.” That last word was whined out in a high-pitched tone and Brimstone pouted up at his lover. “I told you they won’t notice us,” he said. “Now can we play?”
Kneeling in front of Vincent on the cold and slightly sticky floor of the movie theater was not a turn on for Brimstone. What was a turn on, was the way that Vincent bucked his hips in a helpless little movement, rubbing the tip of his gorgeous cock over Brimstone’s parted lips. The older male’s moans and groans were deep and passionate.
Brimstone lapped at the precum-smeared tip of his lover’s cock with slow movements of his soft pink tongue. As the first sweet drops of his lover’s essence hit his taste buds, his golden eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned. Everything about Vincent was addictive, from the natural magic that flowed through his veins, to the salty sweet taste of his skin.
Without thinking twice about it, Vincent wound his fingers in the crimson curls of Brimstone’s hair, using the riotous mass to guide his lover’s hot mouth up and down the length of his erection. Around him, Brimstone made a very agreeable sound and bobbed his head faster, sucking Vincent down into his throat with barely any effort.
“Oh yes Brim,” Vincent growled out as his wicked little incubus slid his hand down to tease his aching balls. “Just like that...Mmm...” He fucked Brimstone’s mouth slowly, taking his time to savor the way that his lover moaned and suckled more intensely at that throbbing rod of flesh.
Brimstone was in heaven. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of having a thick piece of flesh pushing in and out of the welcoming tunnel that his how mouth made. He worshipped Vincent shamelessly; slurping at that slick piece of flesh until the fingers wound through his hair tightened their grip and forced him to stop.
“That’s enough, pet,” Vincent chided Brimstone softly, pulling the redhead into his lap and brushed a kiss over his lover’s swollen lips. “I don’t want to come yet...”
Brimstone kissed Vincent back with a fierce eagerness, letting Vincent taste himself on the tip of his tongue before he pulled away. “That’s fine with me, love,” he purred as he squirmed against the cock that was pressed against his bottom through the dark fabric of his jeans. “I don’t want you to come yet either. I have plans for you...”
He slipped out of his lover’s lap and quickly wriggled out of his clothes so that he was standing there, nude and unashamed as Vincent practically devoured him with his eyes. His skin glowed softly in the light from the screen, pale white skin that was unmarked except for two raised scars on his abdomen. Vincent turned his attention, and his kisses to those scars, licking at that soft flesh and nibbling at the thick scars until Brimstone giggled and wriggled against him.
“Don’t do that!” Brimstone squealed. “That tickles!” His laughter was loud and free, but yet no one in the rest of the theater seemed to hear it. When the pale incubus could finally stop giggling, he pouted down at Vincent. “You’re absolutely evil, Vinnie.” Brimstone purred before lowering his head so that he could kiss Vincent again.
Vincent took control of the kiss at once, dominating Brimstone effortlessly as he wound one large hand back in that messy tangle of curls, holding Brimstone’s head in place. Brimstone mewled into the rough kiss, as a fiery hot lust worked its way through his body. He snuggled closer to his lover, fitting his body into the curve of Vincent’s body, as the half-sidhe cupped Brimstone’s bottom.
“C-can we do it now?” Brimstone asked, once Vincent broke the kiss in favor of trailing little kisses over the taut length of his neck. He didn’t bother waiting for an answer.
Instead, Brimstone reached for his discarded jeans. Within seconds, he was pressing a small tube of lubricant into his lover’s hands, urging the older man to open it. “Hurry up,” Brimstone demanded, squirming as Vincent slowly slipped a single finger inside of his needy entrance. “You know you don’t have to –uh- do this every time...I’m more than ready for you.”