Boiler Room Slash
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wrennettePairing: Chris Varick x Seth Davis
Fandom: The Boiler Room
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Wrennette does not own. She is making this up.
Summary: This is what happens when I watch movies with Vin Diesel in them.
The first time Varick invaded his space, it made him nervous. But Seth figured he was naturally sort of nervous, so he pushed it out of his mind. The second time Varick invaded his space, there was something else along with the nervous. There was excitement, anticipation. It bothered him. The third time it happened, he was drunk, and he couldn't help himself. He leaned back into Varick's space, breathing heavily, and Varick closed the distance, spreading his legs, grinding against him, and he whimpered, the nerves coming back with a vengeance when he felt Varick's huge dick pressed against his thigh.
He avoided Varick for a week, but the next time he saw the older man, Varick came up real close to him, purposefully invading his space, and he fought his arousal, finally getting that he was attracted to the muscular man. He gave a high soft keening whine, deep in his throat, and he didn't think anyone had heard him, but than Varick had him pinned to a wall, and was kissing him roughly, humping against him. He whined, kissing back, spreading his legs for Varick and clinging to the stronger man, humping back needily, so hard it hurt.
That night Varick showed up at his place, and without preamble escorted him into the back room and bent him over a table. "I'm gonna fuck you," Varick growled into his ear, and he whimpered softly with nerves and anticipation, wanting it badly, and terrified of it at the same time. Varick pushed down his pants and up his shirt, than stabbed a slick finger into his ass. He yelped in surprise and pain, but the finger was soon moving, and Varick was breathing down on the back of his neck, on the small of his back, fingering him like he was some sort of slut.
When Varick touched that spot inside of him, he figured he just might be some sort of slut, because it felt so damn good. He arched back, tilting up his hips and whimpering softly, spreading his legs wider and wanting more. "Oh fuck you are sweet," Varick said roughly, and than speared him with another finger, twisting them inside him, stroking that spot deep inside him. "You like that, don't you, fuck Seth, you're so fucking sweet. I'm gonna ride you so good." He whimpered more as Varick slid his fingers against that spot.
Varick left him empty than, and he whined and lifted his hips, wanting more, wanting Varick to stroke that place deep in his ass something fierce. "Oh yeah," Varick said softly, "so fucking sweet," and than something larger than two fingers, but well slicked, was pressing at his hole, and with a soft cry he realized it was Varick's dick and he was about to get fucked. The idea of it made him even hotter, and he kept his hips up, wanting Varick's monster cock filling his hole. He wondered what it would feel like to have that big tool in his ass, what it would feel like if Varick came inside him, if he would be able to feel the hot spunk all over his insides. And those thoughts made him even hotter, and he pressed back as Varick thrust into him, wanting it bad.
He bit his lip to keep from crying in pain as Varick breached him, his hole too small for the older man's massive dick. "Don't worry baby, it'll feel so good in a moment," Varick murmured, smoothing his trembling flanks, than easing the rest of the way in. "Fuck you're tight. So fucking sweet Seth, and so fucking tight. Feels so good. Fuck. So fucking good." He whimpered as Varick began to move, but within a few thrusts, even before Varick slid his dick across that place deep inside him, he was enjoying it, because he was getting so hot and ready just thinking about how hot Varick was, how huge his dick was, how hot it would look for Varick to be fucking anyone at all.
"Oh yeah, you like it, don't you," Varick growled in his ear, and he whined softly in agreement, pressing back for more. "You look so fucking hot," Varick said, "so fucking sweet, and you're all mine baby boy. I'm going to fuck you so good." He just whimpered and ground back in answer, wanting as much of Varick as possible. Soon the older man started fucking him in earnest, pounding hard into his ass. It hurt a bit, but it felt so fucking good he didn't care, and than Varick's dick was slamming into his sweet spot, and he bit his lip to keep from howling and pressed back as hard and fast as he could, feeling a bit slutty, and not caring so long as Varick came inside him.
"Please," he whined, riding Varick's cock like a pro, "fucking Christ, please," and Varick seemed to know what he meant, because he slammed up into him even harder, pounding his ass, digging strong fingers into his hips and muttering obscenities in his ears. Something about Varick calling him a filthy little slut and a sweet little boy in the same breath made him all sorts of hot, and finally Varick reached around and fisted his dick, and he howled and shot off harder than he ever had before. Varick kept mumbling in his ears, and than his rhythm gave away, and he was just jack hammering into his ass, and that was pretty hot too, and than Varick went real still, and he actually could feel the wet heat of the bigger man's spunk splattering all over his insides, and if he wasn't completely spent, that probably would have got him horny all over again.
He knew without Varick saying a word that this was absolutely not to be spoken of, between them or to anyone else. Varick always had his back at work, but that was different. That had nothing to do with the fact that almost every night he was bending over and taking the other man's dick deep into his body and loving every second of it. After all, he was fucking Abby, and Varick didn't give two shits about that. But somewhere in there, as he was realizing just how over his head he was at the firm, he began to realize that what he felt for Varick was deeper than just hot animal lust, deeper than he really wanted to admit to himself, deeper perhaps than what he felt for Abby.
On the day, the day of the hit, he pulled Varick into the stairwell for more than one reason. He needed a favor, sure. And he did want to warn his friend, the only one at the firm worth saving. But it was more than that. He made the advance for the first time, pulling Varick's firm body against him, kissing him needily, spreading his legs slightly and moaning when Varick crushed him against the wall and kissed back fiercely. He begged for Varick to get out, and for the first time, he saw the spark of something greater than lust in the other man's eyes. Varick kissed him again, harder than ever, promised that the sell ticket would be taken care of, and disappeared. Fifteen minutes later, Seth watched as the FBI agents rolled in, than drove away, wondering what would become of him.
That night, Varick came to him again. He was alone in the house, but he was pretty sure it didn't matter. He would have spread his legs for Varick in public, the man made him so fucking horny. Varick gave him that sexy smirk, easing into his personal space, kissing him almost gently. It was different than their usual neediness, but he liked it. Varick teased him, kissed him all over his face and neck, than went to his knees in front of him. Seth nearly lost it at that. Varick had always been the alpha dog in their relationship, and he had never even imagined what it might be like to be the one on top, the one in charge.
It took no time at all for him to cum down Varick's throat. The bigger man knew all sorts of hot little tricks for sucking cock. Seth figured it was probably the best blow job he had ever had. And than Varick took him to bed, undressing him completely, kissing him so sweet it almost hurt, and than slowly easing into him. It felt so incredible. Varick was so big inside him, and so hard. It didn't take Seth long to get hard again. Soon he was dripping with need, moaning softly as he rode Varick's hard dick. After, he explained the details of his deal with the SEC to Varick, and than leaned in and kissed the larger man again. "Stay with me," he asked softly, pressing his whole body against Varicks, "please Chris," he pleaded, the first time he had ever called his lover by his given name.
Varick groaned softly and kissed him deeply, rolling and pinning him to the bed. "Couldn't leave you baby," Varick said huskily, "never. Addicted to you." Seth squirmed slightly under the intense expression on Varick's face, but than settled as the larger man kissed him again. He whimpered softly into it, clinging to his lover. "Need you," he murmured, "need you so bad Chris." The larger man smiled, than began to finger his slimy hole. Seth groaned and rode Chris' fingers, hotter than he could find the words to explain. Within a few minutes, Chris was pushing back into him, and despite the fact that he had already been fucked, it felt like he was being split open. Seth just grinned though, because he felt like he was finally home.
Fandom: The Boiler Room
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Wrennette does not own. She is making this up.
Summary: This is what happens when I watch movies with Vin Diesel in them.
The first time Varick invaded his space, it made him nervous. But Seth figured he was naturally sort of nervous, so he pushed it out of his mind. The second time Varick invaded his space, there was something else along with the nervous. There was excitement, anticipation. It bothered him. The third time it happened, he was drunk, and he couldn't help himself. He leaned back into Varick's space, breathing heavily, and Varick closed the distance, spreading his legs, grinding against him, and he whimpered, the nerves coming back with a vengeance when he felt Varick's huge dick pressed against his thigh.
He avoided Varick for a week, but the next time he saw the older man, Varick came up real close to him, purposefully invading his space, and he fought his arousal, finally getting that he was attracted to the muscular man. He gave a high soft keening whine, deep in his throat, and he didn't think anyone had heard him, but than Varick had him pinned to a wall, and was kissing him roughly, humping against him. He whined, kissing back, spreading his legs for Varick and clinging to the stronger man, humping back needily, so hard it hurt.
That night Varick showed up at his place, and without preamble escorted him into the back room and bent him over a table. "I'm gonna fuck you," Varick growled into his ear, and he whimpered softly with nerves and anticipation, wanting it badly, and terrified of it at the same time. Varick pushed down his pants and up his shirt, than stabbed a slick finger into his ass. He yelped in surprise and pain, but the finger was soon moving, and Varick was breathing down on the back of his neck, on the small of his back, fingering him like he was some sort of slut.
When Varick touched that spot inside of him, he figured he just might be some sort of slut, because it felt so damn good. He arched back, tilting up his hips and whimpering softly, spreading his legs wider and wanting more. "Oh fuck you are sweet," Varick said roughly, and than speared him with another finger, twisting them inside him, stroking that spot deep inside him. "You like that, don't you, fuck Seth, you're so fucking sweet. I'm gonna ride you so good." He whimpered more as Varick slid his fingers against that spot.
Varick left him empty than, and he whined and lifted his hips, wanting more, wanting Varick to stroke that place deep in his ass something fierce. "Oh yeah," Varick said softly, "so fucking sweet," and than something larger than two fingers, but well slicked, was pressing at his hole, and with a soft cry he realized it was Varick's dick and he was about to get fucked. The idea of it made him even hotter, and he kept his hips up, wanting Varick's monster cock filling his hole. He wondered what it would feel like to have that big tool in his ass, what it would feel like if Varick came inside him, if he would be able to feel the hot spunk all over his insides. And those thoughts made him even hotter, and he pressed back as Varick thrust into him, wanting it bad.
He bit his lip to keep from crying in pain as Varick breached him, his hole too small for the older man's massive dick. "Don't worry baby, it'll feel so good in a moment," Varick murmured, smoothing his trembling flanks, than easing the rest of the way in. "Fuck you're tight. So fucking sweet Seth, and so fucking tight. Feels so good. Fuck. So fucking good." He whimpered as Varick began to move, but within a few thrusts, even before Varick slid his dick across that place deep inside him, he was enjoying it, because he was getting so hot and ready just thinking about how hot Varick was, how huge his dick was, how hot it would look for Varick to be fucking anyone at all.
"Oh yeah, you like it, don't you," Varick growled in his ear, and he whined softly in agreement, pressing back for more. "You look so fucking hot," Varick said, "so fucking sweet, and you're all mine baby boy. I'm going to fuck you so good." He just whimpered and ground back in answer, wanting as much of Varick as possible. Soon the older man started fucking him in earnest, pounding hard into his ass. It hurt a bit, but it felt so fucking good he didn't care, and than Varick's dick was slamming into his sweet spot, and he bit his lip to keep from howling and pressed back as hard and fast as he could, feeling a bit slutty, and not caring so long as Varick came inside him.
"Please," he whined, riding Varick's cock like a pro, "fucking Christ, please," and Varick seemed to know what he meant, because he slammed up into him even harder, pounding his ass, digging strong fingers into his hips and muttering obscenities in his ears. Something about Varick calling him a filthy little slut and a sweet little boy in the same breath made him all sorts of hot, and finally Varick reached around and fisted his dick, and he howled and shot off harder than he ever had before. Varick kept mumbling in his ears, and than his rhythm gave away, and he was just jack hammering into his ass, and that was pretty hot too, and than Varick went real still, and he actually could feel the wet heat of the bigger man's spunk splattering all over his insides, and if he wasn't completely spent, that probably would have got him horny all over again.
He knew without Varick saying a word that this was absolutely not to be spoken of, between them or to anyone else. Varick always had his back at work, but that was different. That had nothing to do with the fact that almost every night he was bending over and taking the other man's dick deep into his body and loving every second of it. After all, he was fucking Abby, and Varick didn't give two shits about that. But somewhere in there, as he was realizing just how over his head he was at the firm, he began to realize that what he felt for Varick was deeper than just hot animal lust, deeper than he really wanted to admit to himself, deeper perhaps than what he felt for Abby.
On the day, the day of the hit, he pulled Varick into the stairwell for more than one reason. He needed a favor, sure. And he did want to warn his friend, the only one at the firm worth saving. But it was more than that. He made the advance for the first time, pulling Varick's firm body against him, kissing him needily, spreading his legs slightly and moaning when Varick crushed him against the wall and kissed back fiercely. He begged for Varick to get out, and for the first time, he saw the spark of something greater than lust in the other man's eyes. Varick kissed him again, harder than ever, promised that the sell ticket would be taken care of, and disappeared. Fifteen minutes later, Seth watched as the FBI agents rolled in, than drove away, wondering what would become of him.
That night, Varick came to him again. He was alone in the house, but he was pretty sure it didn't matter. He would have spread his legs for Varick in public, the man made him so fucking horny. Varick gave him that sexy smirk, easing into his personal space, kissing him almost gently. It was different than their usual neediness, but he liked it. Varick teased him, kissed him all over his face and neck, than went to his knees in front of him. Seth nearly lost it at that. Varick had always been the alpha dog in their relationship, and he had never even imagined what it might be like to be the one on top, the one in charge.
It took no time at all for him to cum down Varick's throat. The bigger man knew all sorts of hot little tricks for sucking cock. Seth figured it was probably the best blow job he had ever had. And than Varick took him to bed, undressing him completely, kissing him so sweet it almost hurt, and than slowly easing into him. It felt so incredible. Varick was so big inside him, and so hard. It didn't take Seth long to get hard again. Soon he was dripping with need, moaning softly as he rode Varick's hard dick. After, he explained the details of his deal with the SEC to Varick, and than leaned in and kissed the larger man again. "Stay with me," he asked softly, pressing his whole body against Varicks, "please Chris," he pleaded, the first time he had ever called his lover by his given name.
Varick groaned softly and kissed him deeply, rolling and pinning him to the bed. "Couldn't leave you baby," Varick said huskily, "never. Addicted to you." Seth squirmed slightly under the intense expression on Varick's face, but than settled as the larger man kissed him again. He whimpered softly into it, clinging to his lover. "Need you," he murmured, "need you so bad Chris." The larger man smiled, than began to finger his slimy hole. Seth groaned and rode Chris' fingers, hotter than he could find the words to explain. Within a few minutes, Chris was pushing back into him, and despite the fact that he had already been fucked, it felt like he was being split open. Seth just grinned though, because he felt like he was finally home.
