Prompt 27: Scent (QAF: Brian/Justin)
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switch842Title: Soap
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US QAF)
Rating: R-ish
Word count: 407
Prompt word: #27 - Scent
My Smut Table
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing. Please don't sue me.
It started out as a game, really. These “rules” of ours. Seeing who could fuck the most, stay out the latest, push the rules to the limit. I’d come home and smell the sex hanging in the air. I’m sure most people would find it weird or gross, but to me, it was so…intoxicating. It was sweat and come and heat and masculine and just…sex. I loved the smell of sex. I loved the smell of Brian during sex even more.
Whenever that scent greeted me when I pulled open the loft door, I was instantly hard. I had to find Brian. I had to have him for myself. If only to re-stake my claim that I was the one he fucked more than once. As soon as I had my prey I would have to perform my “sniff test,” as Brian called it. I would slowly peel off all his clothes, trying to find any trace of the man he had just had. I’d get in everywhere – his neck, his elbows, behind his knees, and the best part, his groin.
This, of course, always led to sex. Incredibly charged and heated sex. There was something almost taboo about the fact that I was fucking Brian right after he had fucked someone else. It was such a turn on. There was nothing sweet and innocent about this fucking. It was just raw animal lust.
Then afterwards, we would shower and the scent of Brian’s expensive French soap would over power everything. If it was possible, I almost loved that smell more. It had a vague sandalwood scent that was pure masculinity. Inevitably, this would lead to more sex in the shower.
Then things got out of hand. I met Ethan and he told me everything I thought I wanted to hear. I came home from his place one night when Brian was supposed to be out, but he was there waiting. Scared the shit out of me. I wanted to shower. I still reeked of Ethan and his greasy shit-hole apartment. But Brian wouldn’t let me go. And that moment when he leaned in to sniff me – fuck, I knew was done for then. It was so intense, possibly the most intense moment between us ever at that point. But that was also the moment it was all over. Because I had to go and make those stupid rules.
I think I’ll miss his soap the most.
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US QAF)
Rating: R-ish
Word count: 407
Prompt word: #27 - Scent
My Smut Table
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing. Please don't sue me.
It started out as a game, really. These “rules” of ours. Seeing who could fuck the most, stay out the latest, push the rules to the limit. I’d come home and smell the sex hanging in the air. I’m sure most people would find it weird or gross, but to me, it was so…intoxicating. It was sweat and come and heat and masculine and just…sex. I loved the smell of sex. I loved the smell of Brian during sex even more.
Whenever that scent greeted me when I pulled open the loft door, I was instantly hard. I had to find Brian. I had to have him for myself. If only to re-stake my claim that I was the one he fucked more than once. As soon as I had my prey I would have to perform my “sniff test,” as Brian called it. I would slowly peel off all his clothes, trying to find any trace of the man he had just had. I’d get in everywhere – his neck, his elbows, behind his knees, and the best part, his groin.
This, of course, always led to sex. Incredibly charged and heated sex. There was something almost taboo about the fact that I was fucking Brian right after he had fucked someone else. It was such a turn on. There was nothing sweet and innocent about this fucking. It was just raw animal lust.
Then afterwards, we would shower and the scent of Brian’s expensive French soap would over power everything. If it was possible, I almost loved that smell more. It had a vague sandalwood scent that was pure masculinity. Inevitably, this would lead to more sex in the shower.
Then things got out of hand. I met Ethan and he told me everything I thought I wanted to hear. I came home from his place one night when Brian was supposed to be out, but he was there waiting. Scared the shit out of me. I wanted to shower. I still reeked of Ethan and his greasy shit-hole apartment. But Brian wouldn’t let me go. And that moment when he leaned in to sniff me – fuck, I knew was done for then. It was so intense, possibly the most intense moment between us ever at that point. But that was also the moment it was all over. Because I had to go and make those stupid rules.
I think I’ll miss his soap the most.
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Date: 2006-04-13 01:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-13 02:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-13 06:41 am (UTC)This is a smutty table I'm gonna love to death, can't wait for more!
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Date: 2006-04-13 11:56 am (UTC)