Plot? We don' need no stinkin' plot!
Author: Anne Marsh
Title: um... no, not so much.
Pairing: Ed III/Gin Rummy
Summary: Utterly pointless conversation>fluff>hot sex.
Rating: SLASH means See Lots of Anal Sex Hotness.
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Feedback: Gives me the world on a string, sittin' on a pillow.
"Big Eddie." He answered, after a moment's pause. "What would my prison name be?"
"I don't think you need one."
"Yeah. You probably right."
"Hey, Gin?"
"Uh-huh?" He rolled over onto his side, his arm resting up on me.
"How you think we'd do?"
"I don't think we'd go. I mean, even *if* we got caught, ain't no one gonna convict y'alls. Get some fancy lawyers, say we didn't do nothin'."
"Hyperthetical-like, okay?"
"Hypothetically? Well, Ed, the trick is to beat someone up your first day."
"We could gang up on 'im, right?"
"Maybe. But only if he's the biggest guy."
"What if we wasn't cellmates?"
"Ed, we not goin' to no jail." Gin pressed, pinching me.
"Sure. But if we did, I'd want to be in the same cell."
"What, would you miss me?" He grinned.
"Maybe." I rolled away from him. Ain't like I was blushin' or nothin', just sometimes my face gets all pink. It happens to redheads, like, genetics or somethin' like that...
"You'd miss me." He wrapped his arm around my waist, plastered himself to my back. "You'd miss me."
"So?" I shrugged. "Man, quit teasin'."
He kissed the back of my neck, all passionate, his tongue against my skin, and I never knew you could kiss someone passionately on the back of their neck.
"I'd miss you." He whispered.
"What, f'reals?" I turned back to him.
He kissed me, on the mouth now, more tongue, making my head spin.
"For reals." He told me, his lips brushing mine.
"Man. Gin, you a real bastard." I murmured, pulling him in, rolling under his body and kising him hard. "Why you gotta play with me like that? Shoot, yeah, I'd miss you. You can't just ask me, though, 'cause I didn't know if you'd--"
"Don't be stupid." He cuffed the side of my head gently and rolled off me, staying close so we still touched and all. "Course I'd'a missed you, dawg. Don't you know I'm crazy about you?"
For a moment, we didn't neither of us speak. I was, like, what's the expression? I was dumbstruck, or poleaxed, however you wanna call it. And Gin, it was a while before I even realized, but he was lyin' there looking *scared*.
Did he just tell me he loved me? Kind of, I mean? I mean, I think he did, just with different words and all. I should say it back or somethin', not leave him hanging. Man, I'd be scared too, if I said anything like that, 'cause what if he doesn't love me? I mean, not like I *need* him to, but what if he doesn't? Only he said he did. Kind of.
"N--no..." I muttered, breathless. "I didn't know."
"Yeah. Well."
"But I'm feelin' you, though!" I added hastily, 'cause he was pullin' away and no way did I want that. I was hopin' we'd have sex or somethin'. "So don't, like-- I mean, I--"
"Shut up." He smiled, kissing me. "I got it. Y'ain't gotta say nothin', baby... now come here..."
He pulled me close, his fingers in my hair and his tongue in my mouth. My hands were on his back, holding him in place, chest against chest, and he moaned softly, thrusting one knee between my thighs, sliding it up to nudge my balls.
"Umm... Gin! C'mon, quit torturin' me..."
"You want some of this?"
"Let me?"
"Let nothin'-- want you to..." He groaned, grabbing my hand and sliding it lower.
I squeezed. "Get in the shower."
"The shower?"
"Yeah. It's called roleplaying. It's supposed to enhance the-- sex... thing. Knaamean? Now you get in the shower and get ready for Big Eddie..." I blew across his ear.
"Shoot, I'm always interested in enhancing the 'lovemaking experience'. You don't have bar soap, though, man..."
"Just *pretend* to drop somethin'." I sighed. "Go!"
I gave him a minute, and came in when I heard the water running. "Gin Rummy."
"Big Eddie." He nodded, letting the washcloth he was holding drop on cue.
"You gonna get that?" I slid up behind him. He gave me a measuring look, over his shoulder.
"Maybe."
"I think you'd better." I growled, smearing some baby oil on my hard-on.
"What if I don't?" He challenged, back still to me.
I pinned him against the shower wall, not really as rough as we pretended, and slid into him, realizing he'd lubed himself before starting the shower. "Aw, yeah..."
He let me bang him up against the wall all hard-like, with his cheek pressed into the tile.
"Yeah, baby," I whooped, and he grunted in time to my thrusts. "That's tight... Now tell me who's your daddy? Say it, boy, say my name!"
"Big Eddie!"
"You like it, don't you?"
"Ng--Yes!"
"Take my cock, boy. You love it, don't you?"
"Ungh..."
"Who's drillin' you?"
"Oh..."
"What's my name, boy?"
"Ng-- ah! Eddie!" He came, panting and leaning against the wall. I shot my load up in him and slid out, sittin on the floor, water running cold on us.
"Wow." I gasped, helping him lower himself down. He didn't sit-- he knelt, leaning against me now, skin cool, wet... but hot under that-- under the chill of the water, he was flushed and hot and sweaty a little...
"Yeah. Intense."
"You good?"
"Better than. Don't call you 'Big Eddie' for nothin'."
I blushed, all in spite of myself. "I can see the lines on your face-- like, from you pressin' into the grout."
"Get me a towel." He grumbled, rubbing at his cheek.
"I could, if you got offa me."
"I'll just drip-dry." He sighed. "Not movin' 's good..."
A minute passed. Shoot, I don't know if it was a minute. Some time passed, and I got cold.
"Towels." I said.
"Towels." Gin stood, wincing slightly.
"You sure you okay?" I nodded.
"Day comes I can't take a beatin' from Big Eddie's gonna be the day I die." He snorted. "I just got a cramp, yo, from kneelin' in the bathtub."
We towelled off, and he snapped his at me as we meandered back into the bedroom.
"Hey, you tryin' to tango with Big Eddie?" I postured, laughing.
Gin smirked. "I just did."
"Yeah, and don't you forget it." I grabbed him, giving his firm backside a squeeze and then kissing him briefly. "You wanna do somethin'?"
"I'm up for whatever." He said, agreeable.
"You wanna play me? DOA 4?"
"I'm down with jiggling."
~FIN~
=^_^=
Anne
Title: um... no, not so much.
Pairing: Ed III/Gin Rummy
Summary: Utterly pointless conversation>fluff>hot sex.
Rating: SLASH means See Lots of Anal Sex Hotness.
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Feedback: Gives me the world on a string, sittin' on a pillow.
"Big Eddie." He answered, after a moment's pause. "What would my prison name be?"
"I don't think you need one."
"Yeah. You probably right."
"Hey, Gin?"
"Uh-huh?" He rolled over onto his side, his arm resting up on me.
"How you think we'd do?"
"I don't think we'd go. I mean, even *if* we got caught, ain't no one gonna convict y'alls. Get some fancy lawyers, say we didn't do nothin'."
"Hyperthetical-like, okay?"
"Hypothetically? Well, Ed, the trick is to beat someone up your first day."
"We could gang up on 'im, right?"
"Maybe. But only if he's the biggest guy."
"What if we wasn't cellmates?"
"Ed, we not goin' to no jail." Gin pressed, pinching me.
"Sure. But if we did, I'd want to be in the same cell."
"What, would you miss me?" He grinned.
"Maybe." I rolled away from him. Ain't like I was blushin' or nothin', just sometimes my face gets all pink. It happens to redheads, like, genetics or somethin' like that...
"You'd miss me." He wrapped his arm around my waist, plastered himself to my back. "You'd miss me."
"So?" I shrugged. "Man, quit teasin'."
He kissed the back of my neck, all passionate, his tongue against my skin, and I never knew you could kiss someone passionately on the back of their neck.
"I'd miss you." He whispered.
"What, f'reals?" I turned back to him.
He kissed me, on the mouth now, more tongue, making my head spin.
"For reals." He told me, his lips brushing mine.
"Man. Gin, you a real bastard." I murmured, pulling him in, rolling under his body and kising him hard. "Why you gotta play with me like that? Shoot, yeah, I'd miss you. You can't just ask me, though, 'cause I didn't know if you'd--"
"Don't be stupid." He cuffed the side of my head gently and rolled off me, staying close so we still touched and all. "Course I'd'a missed you, dawg. Don't you know I'm crazy about you?"
For a moment, we didn't neither of us speak. I was, like, what's the expression? I was dumbstruck, or poleaxed, however you wanna call it. And Gin, it was a while before I even realized, but he was lyin' there looking *scared*.
Did he just tell me he loved me? Kind of, I mean? I mean, I think he did, just with different words and all. I should say it back or somethin', not leave him hanging. Man, I'd be scared too, if I said anything like that, 'cause what if he doesn't love me? I mean, not like I *need* him to, but what if he doesn't? Only he said he did. Kind of.
"N--no..." I muttered, breathless. "I didn't know."
"Yeah. Well."
"But I'm feelin' you, though!" I added hastily, 'cause he was pullin' away and no way did I want that. I was hopin' we'd have sex or somethin'. "So don't, like-- I mean, I--"
"Shut up." He smiled, kissing me. "I got it. Y'ain't gotta say nothin', baby... now come here..."
He pulled me close, his fingers in my hair and his tongue in my mouth. My hands were on his back, holding him in place, chest against chest, and he moaned softly, thrusting one knee between my thighs, sliding it up to nudge my balls.
"Umm... Gin! C'mon, quit torturin' me..."
"You want some of this?"
"Let me?"
"Let nothin'-- want you to..." He groaned, grabbing my hand and sliding it lower.
I squeezed. "Get in the shower."
"The shower?"
"Yeah. It's called roleplaying. It's supposed to enhance the-- sex... thing. Knaamean? Now you get in the shower and get ready for Big Eddie..." I blew across his ear.
"Shoot, I'm always interested in enhancing the 'lovemaking experience'. You don't have bar soap, though, man..."
"Just *pretend* to drop somethin'." I sighed. "Go!"
I gave him a minute, and came in when I heard the water running. "Gin Rummy."
"Big Eddie." He nodded, letting the washcloth he was holding drop on cue.
"You gonna get that?" I slid up behind him. He gave me a measuring look, over his shoulder.
"Maybe."
"I think you'd better." I growled, smearing some baby oil on my hard-on.
"What if I don't?" He challenged, back still to me.
I pinned him against the shower wall, not really as rough as we pretended, and slid into him, realizing he'd lubed himself before starting the shower. "Aw, yeah..."
He let me bang him up against the wall all hard-like, with his cheek pressed into the tile.
"Yeah, baby," I whooped, and he grunted in time to my thrusts. "That's tight... Now tell me who's your daddy? Say it, boy, say my name!"
"Big Eddie!"
"You like it, don't you?"
"Ng--Yes!"
"Take my cock, boy. You love it, don't you?"
"Ungh..."
"Who's drillin' you?"
"Oh..."
"What's my name, boy?"
"Ng-- ah! Eddie!" He came, panting and leaning against the wall. I shot my load up in him and slid out, sittin on the floor, water running cold on us.
"Wow." I gasped, helping him lower himself down. He didn't sit-- he knelt, leaning against me now, skin cool, wet... but hot under that-- under the chill of the water, he was flushed and hot and sweaty a little...
"Yeah. Intense."
"You good?"
"Better than. Don't call you 'Big Eddie' for nothin'."
I blushed, all in spite of myself. "I can see the lines on your face-- like, from you pressin' into the grout."
"Get me a towel." He grumbled, rubbing at his cheek.
"I could, if you got offa me."
"I'll just drip-dry." He sighed. "Not movin' 's good..."
A minute passed. Shoot, I don't know if it was a minute. Some time passed, and I got cold.
"Towels." I said.
"Towels." Gin stood, wincing slightly.
"You sure you okay?" I nodded.
"Day comes I can't take a beatin' from Big Eddie's gonna be the day I die." He snorted. "I just got a cramp, yo, from kneelin' in the bathtub."
We towelled off, and he snapped his at me as we meandered back into the bedroom.
"Hey, you tryin' to tango with Big Eddie?" I postured, laughing.
Gin smirked. "I just did."
"Yeah, and don't you forget it." I grabbed him, giving his firm backside a squeeze and then kissing him briefly. "You wanna do somethin'?"
"I'm up for whatever." He said, agreeable.
"You wanna play me? DOA 4?"
"I'm down with jiggling."
~FIN~
=^_^=
Anne