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Nuclear Winter 4a
(Anonymous) 2012-03-23 01:29 am (UTC)(link)Now that the sniper was within grabbing distance, Arcade reaches up and wraps his arms around Boone's neck, drawing him down for a deep, open mouthed kiss. Boone nearly whimpers in shock as the snow-soaked jacket arms press into the back of his bare neck but doesn't pull away, instead leaning his weight more fully on to Arcade's shivering body, covering it with his own.
"You're cold, huh," Boone purrs into the doctor's ear. "Let me warm you up." It's bad, so cheesy but also so ridiculously sexy that Arcade can't help but oblige, pressing his gloved hands tightly against the back of Boone's head as the sniper slinks his way down the Arcade's body. He fumbles with the doctor's slacks, opening the zipper but leaving them pulled up (for which Arcade was quite thankful, as the thought of his bare ass getting covered in snow was not appealing in the slightest).
Boone peels open the other man's pants, letting his belt fall to the side. Instead of cold fingers he uses his lips and tongue to gently ease Arcade's thickening member out of his pants and into his mouth and, ok, that's pretty hot. In both the metaphorical and literal sense, Arcade notes- the heat of Boone's mouth is nearly searing in contrast to the freezing winter breeze. Arcade shivers delightedly at each pass of Boone's tongue, his spit slicked erection entirely too sensitive in the cold. "If this is part of the whole snow angel thing," he pants, squirming under the ex-recon's ministrations. "Then I've REALLY been missing out."
Boone grumbles in response, and Arcade keens at the tingly vibrations. "Oh... god. Craig." He sighs, skin awash with a fresh wave of shivers that had nothing to do with the cold. "I'm not gonna last long. Not after that stunt you pulled in my room."
He feels, more than hears, a soft chuckle from Boone, and he raises himself up on bent elbows to question why, exactly, the sniper found Arcade's pain so funny, but oh. That was a mistake. A BIG mistake. Because Boone had taken off his glasses, tossing them somewhere aside into the blankets of snow, and the site of the other man between Arcade's legs, eyes closed blissfully as he swallowed Arcade's length fully down his throat- it was too much for the doctor to bear. With a final, desperate noise that was more of a whine than a moan, Arcade squeezed his eyes shut and rode out the crashing waves of his climax, pressing his hips sharply up into Boone's mouth. Boone hummed around his softening member, gently suckling through each spurt and pulse until it slipped, completely flaccid, from between his slackened lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the junction of Arcade's thigh and just stays that way for a moment, softly breathing, before clearing his throat and mumbling into the other man's skin: "Maybe you should put yourself away...my hands are pretty cold."
Nuclear Winter 4b (the end!) [corrected version]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-23 01:42 am (UTC)(link)"Let's see how it turned out," Boone says, and he pulls himself to his feet, reaching a hand down to help pull Arcade up. They carefully maneuver themselves in the middle of Arcade's snow angel, mindful not to kick over the sides or destroy the carved out shape.
Boone pulls Arcade tightly against his chest, wrapping his arms around Arcade's hips and tucking his chin against Arcade's shoulder. Arcade marvels at the fact that even though he still has several inches on him, the sniper always manages to wrap himself completely around the doctor. It was... nice. Comforting. Though Arcade can feel the sniper's still obvious erection, poking ostentatiously against the curve of his bottom. He opens his mouth to make a lewd suggestion, perhaps allude to his earlier promises of bottoming for the ex-recon, but the words die on his tongue as he looks down and catches sight of his "snow angel".
"Oh...oh my god," Arcade wheezes, shaking with laughter. "Boone, my angel, it's... something tells me we messed it up."
Boone's eyebrows furrow and he peers around Arcade, looking down at the angel surrounding them. It looks like a standard snow angel: a head, two wings, and a triangular body... except on either side of the snow angel are the perfect imprints of the sniper's hands, dragging down in parallel trenches where Boone had slid down Arcade's body. Two matching imprints of knees and the tips of his boots painted out a very improper scene- an angel, thoroughly defiled.
"Does this count as sacrilege?" Arcade questions innocently through chuckles, and despite himself Boone laughs as well.
"Beats me," he replies, smearing snow around with his foot to conceal the incriminating imprints. "Oh well. I tried."
Arcade spun around in his arms, nuzzling into the sniper with a devious smile. "Yes," he affirmed. "You did. Now let's get back to my warm, dry room and I'll give you your reward."
Boone laughs, again, and Arcade is enamored with the way a fresh flurry of snow caused tiny flakes to cling to the other man's eyelashes.
Boone may not like it, but Arcade is pretty damn sure that he is starting to love snow.
Re: Nuclear Winter 4b (the end!) [corrected version] OP
(Anonymous) 2012-03-23 04:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: Nuclear Winter 4b (the end!) [corrected version]
(Anonymous) 2012-04-02 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)