A/N: My
beautiful, beloved LJ, how I do miss thee. Go not
from me again, my sweet LJ, for I pine after thou most wretchedly and
mine sanity doth quickly fragment. Witness thou, oh fickle LJ, how I
doth rend the most painful schmoop and urple sex from the previously
(and thankfully) unexplored depths (gutters) of my creative soul when
thou dost part from me.
Oh, fuck it. LJ still isn't working for me and I'm in the throes of emotional devastation over it. (So, I have no life. Okay, gawk at the spectacle. Now move on.) I assuage my pain by writing fluff and schmoop, go figure.
I'm not so sure about this one. It's one of those "sit and write and don't go back and edit" efforts and a definite PWP. (Wheee! I remembered how to write them!) I didn't even set out to write a massive NC-17 fic, I was going for a hard R with some schmoop attached. But instead the sex did happen. In great detail did it happen. In fact, I finally decided that it wasn't a good thing that I needed the thesaurus to come up with synonyms for "pound," "slam," and "thrust." It was heading towards urple-ville. ("Blaze of heat bursting from his cock," anyone? Oy.) I'll leave you to judge how it faired.
So very much not betaed and only glanced over once so, mistakes? Yeah, probably. I've taken care of what I could find though.
Thanks to
terrie01
for letting me know where the commas needed to be.
Pairing(s): Ares/Joxer
Warnings: NC-17 for language
and making with the m/m.Oh, fuck it. LJ still isn't working for me and I'm in the throes of emotional devastation over it. (So, I have no life. Okay, gawk at the spectacle. Now move on.) I assuage my pain by writing fluff and schmoop, go figure.
I'm not so sure about this one. It's one of those "sit and write and don't go back and edit" efforts and a definite PWP. (Wheee! I remembered how to write them!) I didn't even set out to write a massive NC-17 fic, I was going for a hard R with some schmoop attached. But instead the sex did happen. In great detail did it happen. In fact, I finally decided that it wasn't a good thing that I needed the thesaurus to come up with synonyms for "pound," "slam," and "thrust." It was heading towards urple-ville. ("Blaze of heat bursting from his cock," anyone? Oy.) I'll leave you to judge how it faired.
So very much not betaed and only glanced over once so, mistakes? Yeah, probably. I've taken care of what I could find though.
Thanks to
terrie01
for letting me know where the commas needed to be.Pairing(s): Ares/Joxer
Disclaimers: Second verse, same as the first: I don't own the boys, I just get them all sticky and sore, ride them hard and give them back wet. I don't make any money, but if someone would like to me to direct a live action gay porn based on some fic, dude, email me, just make sure you're providing the funding, because there's that whole making no money thing. No infringement intended, at least not on copyrights, on the boys' personal space and bodies, oh, hell yeah.
Archive: AJCS, my site and my LJ.
Summary: In all of Ares' previous experience, mortals generally did one of two things after he fucked them, they either dropped to their knees and thanked him profusely for the honor (and if they knew what was good for them, they followed up that thanks with a blow job), or they kept their mouths shut and left after he was done with them. They did not sit there in his bed, naked, covered in come, and talk about how their day went.
Word count: 2717