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Xander/Ethan 200 words. Halloween
Title:Halloween
Author: piratepurple
Pairing: Xander/Ethan
Rating: nc-17
Note:I have no idea where this came from, but it kind of fits both
challenges. 200 words exactly. Constructive criticism welcomed. I hope
this pairing doesn't squick anyone.
Xander threw the plastic gun on the bed and slowly removed his
soldier's uniform. He was hard and aching. His skin prickled with the
remnants of dark magic, raising goosebumps over his tanned flesh and
the hair on the back of his neck.
He stroked, following the trail of sparse chest hair downward.
Searching his mind for the things he could remember about the store
proprietor who had sold him the gun, Xander filled his hand with
lotion. The goosebumps increased as he stroked himself languidly,
speeding up when he remembered the earthy tang of the man's cologne
and the sharp bark of his laugh.
Xander imagined the man's hands on him, crackling with energy. Nimble
fingers flowing over his shoulders and glancing over ribs. He was
pumping himself fiercely now, hips arching towards the invisible
hands, breath coming in ragged pants. A cold pressure builds at the
base of his spine, and his orgasm hits him like a freight train,
leaving Xander limp and shivering on the bed.
Xander watches the silvery fluid dry on his stomach and chest for a
while, before going to clean up. He can't help but wonder, where the
other man might be going.
Author: piratepurple
Pairing: Xander/Ethan
Rating: nc-17
Note:I have no idea where this came from, but it kind of fits both
challenges. 200 words exactly. Constructive criticism welcomed. I hope
this pairing doesn't squick anyone.
Xander threw the plastic gun on the bed and slowly removed his
soldier's uniform. He was hard and aching. His skin prickled with the
remnants of dark magic, raising goosebumps over his tanned flesh and
the hair on the back of his neck.
He stroked, following the trail of sparse chest hair downward.
Searching his mind for the things he could remember about the store
proprietor who had sold him the gun, Xander filled his hand with
lotion. The goosebumps increased as he stroked himself languidly,
speeding up when he remembered the earthy tang of the man's cologne
and the sharp bark of his laugh.
Xander imagined the man's hands on him, crackling with energy. Nimble
fingers flowing over his shoulders and glancing over ribs. He was
pumping himself fiercely now, hips arching towards the invisible
hands, breath coming in ragged pants. A cold pressure builds at the
base of his spine, and his orgasm hits him like a freight train,
leaving Xander limp and shivering on the bed.
Xander watches the silvery fluid dry on his stomach and chest for a
while, before going to clean up. He can't help but wonder, where the
other man might be going.
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Xander imagined the man's hands on him, crackling with energy. Nimble
fingers flowing over his shoulders and glancing over ribs. He was
pumping himself fiercely now, hips arching towards the invisible
hands, breath coming in ragged pants. A cold pressure builds at the
base of his spine, and his orgasm hits him like a freight train,
leaving Xander limp and shivering on the bed.
Just - wow.
I think E/X is a superb, non-squicky pairing. I've read it before and only wish there was more to be found *hints broadly and waits for you to start writing more*
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