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switch842Title: Untitled or What Could Have Been a Bad SciFi Story
Author: Switch
Pairing: Ben/Michael (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 361
Prompt: #39 - Suckle
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
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nanoa for the beta. Takes place the night of JR's birth. This could have almost been crack!fic, but I think I managed to avoid that. It is an odd little bit of a story, though. Anyway, on with the show!
Michael and Ben had finally returned home after a long night at the hospital. Melanie had given birth to a perfectly healthy baby girl they named Jenny Rebecca and Ben had eventually been able to convince Michael they needed to go home and sleep. Melanie and JR would still be there in the morning.
“Do you ever think about it?” Michael whispered to Ben as they lay in bed.
“Think about what?”
“Having a baby. What it would be like and feel like to have that kind of connection to someone.”
“You've been reading too many comic books again,” Ben teased.
“Stop it!” Michael replied. “I’m serious. Sometimes it doesn’t seem fair that women are the only ones that get to have that, ya know?”
“What? You want to carry around an extra 60 pounds for nine months?” Ben said rubbing Michael’s stomach. “Have the baby laying on your bladder so you have to pee every ten minutes? Go through the pain of actually giving birth? Get saggy breasts from breast feeding?” he asked thumbing Michael’s nipples. “No, thank you. I will leave that to the women.”
Michael flinched and gasped as his nipples tensed under Ben’s affections.
“Hmm,” Ben whispered as he noticed Michael’s reaction. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind the breast feeding bit.”
He bent his head and took one of Michael’s nipples between his lips; he suckled it like a child would. He pulled it gently with his teeth, making the bud harder and redder than before. His left hand reached up to stroke the other one and Michael moaned as he was assaulted with dual sensations. Ben slowly kissed his way across Michael’s chest, being sure to pay the same amount of attention to the other nipple before making his way back to Michael’s lips. As their tongues wrestled together, Ben reached into Michael’s boxers and pulled out his hard cock. A few swift strokes and Michael was coming all over both of them.
“So,” Ben said as he pulled back from the kiss. “You still want to have a baby yourself?”
“Maybe not,” Michael said sheepishly.
“But it is a nice thought.”
“Yes, it is.”
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Ben/Michael (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 361
Prompt: #39 - Suckle
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: Thanks to
nanoa for the beta. Takes place the night of JR's birth. This could have almost been crack!fic, but I think I managed to avoid that. It is an odd little bit of a story, though. Anyway, on with the show!Michael and Ben had finally returned home after a long night at the hospital. Melanie had given birth to a perfectly healthy baby girl they named Jenny Rebecca and Ben had eventually been able to convince Michael they needed to go home and sleep. Melanie and JR would still be there in the morning.
“Do you ever think about it?” Michael whispered to Ben as they lay in bed.
“Think about what?”
“Having a baby. What it would be like and feel like to have that kind of connection to someone.”
“You've been reading too many comic books again,” Ben teased.
“Stop it!” Michael replied. “I’m serious. Sometimes it doesn’t seem fair that women are the only ones that get to have that, ya know?”
“What? You want to carry around an extra 60 pounds for nine months?” Ben said rubbing Michael’s stomach. “Have the baby laying on your bladder so you have to pee every ten minutes? Go through the pain of actually giving birth? Get saggy breasts from breast feeding?” he asked thumbing Michael’s nipples. “No, thank you. I will leave that to the women.”
Michael flinched and gasped as his nipples tensed under Ben’s affections.
“Hmm,” Ben whispered as he noticed Michael’s reaction. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind the breast feeding bit.”
He bent his head and took one of Michael’s nipples between his lips; he suckled it like a child would. He pulled it gently with his teeth, making the bud harder and redder than before. His left hand reached up to stroke the other one and Michael moaned as he was assaulted with dual sensations. Ben slowly kissed his way across Michael’s chest, being sure to pay the same amount of attention to the other nipple before making his way back to Michael’s lips. As their tongues wrestled together, Ben reached into Michael’s boxers and pulled out his hard cock. A few swift strokes and Michael was coming all over both of them.
“So,” Ben said as he pulled back from the kiss. “You still want to have a baby yourself?”
“Maybe not,” Michael said sheepishly.
“But it is a nice thought.”
“Yes, it is.”
THE END
