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sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Positive Neil
Hee glad you like it bb. I felt like Positive Neil would be less polarizing on twitter XD
sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Positive Neil
<3 thanks bb, glad you like it! I'm glad it's actually funny XD
sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Next Door (2/2)
Thank you! I'm glad you were ok stepping outside of your comfort zone (pairing). :)
sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 03:26 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Next Door (2/2)
Heee thanks bb <3
sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 03:26 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Next Door (2/2)
Thank you! He doesn't necessarily want to actually sleep with him. Sometimes the fantasy is better ^^
sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 03:27 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Next Door (2/2)
Lol! Everyone's picturing Brad haha. Thank you so much <3 I still feel like I'm finding my own style, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
fritzie2a_t
Jun. 30th, 2011 04:55 pm (UTC)
Re: Hello Hello Baby 3/3
Woah ! Hot, hot, hot ! Love this. Tommy and Isaac....getting it on..... I like these two with Soph spurring them on. I especially liked the part where Tommy was going to ask Adam for lube, lol. Very good story..fun and games, no angst. A++++
silentdescant
Jun. 30th, 2011 06:45 pm (UTC)
FILL: Never Kiss and Tell
in which Tommy is a perfect gentleman.

Never Kiss and Tell
silentdescant
Jun. 30th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC)
FILL: Hit the Road, Jack
on my journal...

Hit the Road, Jack
eclectic.dreamwidth.org
Jun. 30th, 2011 08:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Hello Hello Baby 3/3
OMGHOT and a bit of LOL, and how you managed to make me laugh in between a hot piece of porn without breaking my concentration I'll never know. So much love for this.
lizibabes
Jun. 30th, 2011 08:46 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Next Door (2/2)
Hehe very true Fantasy is awesome :D
sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 10:43 pm (UTC)
FILL: Hello Nurse! (1/4)
This got entirely out of hand length wise! It just kept going and going, hopefully you like it though I think I went more serious than your original prompt intended. Unbetaed, please excuse any errors!

Adam hates being sick, the room spinning whenever he forces his eyelids open, the constant pain in his stomach, the feeling like he needs to throw up constantly. His skin feels too tight and hot and the covers on the bed feel like they’re crushing him, everything closing in and boiling hot. His only relief is the damp cloth against his skin, wiping sweat away from his brow, working over his neck and chest. He’s sure he catches a glimpse of white, fuzzy through his eyelashes. He hears someone talking, voice soft and far away sounding. It’s comforting.


He dimly plays through memories of his mother taking care of him when he had the flu, her arms as she tucked him into bed and stroked his hair and sat with him. All running together until he’s not sure what was a dream and what’s real. He’s not even sure when he’s awake any more.


Adam pulls himself to consciousness, his whole mind feeling sluggish, his limbs heavy when he tries to move, like time has slowed down. He still feels uncomfortable and aching all over, still sick and miserable. The door to the bedroom opens and Adam thinks he’s still dreaming, he must be sicker than he thought.


The person in the doorway drifts into focus, slender legs in white stockings, bared to mid thigh. The dress, white and short, a blur of red on the breast pocket that focuses into a cross. The dark bare arms, tattooed and holding a tray, the face and blond hair and the small white nurse’s cap. Adam decides he’s so out of it he’s hallucinating. It’s some dirty fantasy drudged up by his illness addled mind. His head collapses back against the pillow, too much to believe it’s true.


Adam feels the cold damp cloth against his face, stroking down his chin, his neck. The chill of the air when the covers are pulled back is sudden and unpleasant but the cold cloth, moving down over his chest feels wonderful. As much as things seem clearer now, everything still feels dim at the edges, dark and confusing and fuzzy. He could swear he hears Tommy’s voice, sees a glimpse of Tommy’s face. He closes his eyes and drifts back unconscious, chasing pleasant dreams.


Adam feels the cold hard glass pressed between his lips, the thermometer poking against the underside of his tongue, the unpleasant feeling of it against his teeth. He hears the soft voice, telling him that it’s just to check his temperature. He keeps his eyes closed, easier to keep his fantasy, the dream he’s been living a reality if he doesn’t open them. He feels like crap otherwise, it’s nice to stay in the dream for as long as he possibly can.


When Adam feels himself waking, realises that he’s not really all that sick any more, he’s a strange mix of relieved and disappointed. His sickness induced hallucinations were some of the best he’s ever had, even counting his trips to Burning Man. He’s feeling up to a little relief of a different kind so he moves his hand down his chest under the covers, wraps his hand around his morning wood and starts stroking. The mental picture of Tommy in stockings and suspenders, biting his lip and fluttering his eyelashes as he slowly peels off a white nurses costume certainly isn’t hurting.


It’s the strangest feeling in the world to have your fantasy interrupted by the object of said fantasy. Adam is a little bit disappointed that real Tommy is just wearing a black tshirt and jeans, his usual attire, carrying a glass of water. The smile on his face, lighting up when he sees that Adam’s awake help to soften the blow. Adam still feels like shit though. He’s pretty sure his face must give it away. Adam takes his hand off his dick, annoyed. He bends his knees up a little bit in the hopes the covers will obscure the erection he has right now. He thinks it works.

sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 10:43 pm (UTC)
FILL: Hello Nurse! (2/4)

”You’re awake,” says Tommy, a sweet smile on his face. Adam pouts. It was easier when he was so sick he didn’t know what was going on. He appreciates Tommy taking care of him but he just can’t get the vision of Tommy in that white outfit out of his head. Tommy sighs, puts the glass of water on the bedside table and sits down on the bed. He leans down to place a warm hand against Adam’s head. Adam pulls away, Tommy’s skin feels too hot and dry and rough against his own right now. Tommy frowns at him but removes his hand.


Adam clears his throat a little, tries to look a little seductive even though he’s still wheezing and his throat feels like gravel. “I know what would make me feel better.” He smirks in what he hopes is a playful sexy way. When Tommy’s face goes from concern to full out worry he knows he was less than successful. Adam feels his erection wilt, any will or urge he had moments ago completely gone.


”Jeez Adam you’re still sick, take it easy.” Tommy speaks softly, as though he knows that Adam’s head is still pounding. Adam sighs and flops his head back against the pillow. The energy that he had mere moments ago already leaving his body. He closes his eyes and huffs a breath out, making sound as he does.


”I dreamed you were a nurse and you were taking care of me,” he mutters. “You had a little hat too, do you know what those hats are called?” He turns over onto his side, getting comfortable as he drifts off. “I liked the stockings, I really liked the stockings.” Tommy sits with him a while longer until he’s sure Adam is fully unconscious.


If being sick was bad, starting to get better is worse in a lot of ways. He can’t just sleep all day and let the time drift by in a haze of painkillers any more. Now he’s just lying there, bored out of his skull but too sore to move. Adam’s mood grows darker as time passes.


Tommy notices when he brings him some toast and orange juice. He smiles at him and tries to keep the mood light but Adam’s short snappy answers tell him everything he needs to know. Adam doesn’t do well cooped up away from people. Tommy plasters on a fake smile and tells him to cheer up, ignores the glower of contempt he gets in reply and gathers up the food tray to leave. He turns in the doorway.


”I’m...I need to go out for a few hours, will you be okay on your own?” He stands waiting for a response from Adam. Adam grunts and rolls over to face the wall. It’s as near to a yes as he’s willing to give.


Adam’s woken by the covers being readjusted over his body, the feeling of his head being roughly rearranged as someone fluffs his pillow. He cracks his eyes open and figures he must still be a hell of a lot sicker than he thought. He’s hallucinating again. Tommy leans a stocking clad knee on the bed to reach across him and smooth the sheets back down, straightening the covers. His hair flops down from the tiny white nurse hat on top of his head. This can’t be a hallucination though, the outfit is different, some cheap PVC costume with a zip up the front, shiny white. Adam’s mouth falls open.


”T...Tommy?” he gasps, voice still rough and sore. Tommy smiles at him, presses a finger against his lips to shush him. Adam is annoyed. Why is Tommy messing with him? Is it make fun of sick in bed Adam day today? He folds his arms and frowns, moving his head away from Tommy’s finger. “Not funny,” he snaps.


”Not meant to be,” says Tommy standing up straight, giving Adam a good view of the bare skin of his upper thighs where the dress barely covers. “I’m here to look after my patient.” He picks up the thermometer and holds it out. “Open wide,” he orders. Adam’s jaw drops open on command, though it might be partly because of the surprise. Tommy strokes a hand over the top of his head, coming to rest so he can feel the temperature of his forehead as he lets the thermometer rest under Adam’s tongue. Tommy pulls the thermometer out of Adam’s lips and checks it. “Your temperature is back to normal,” he tells him, turning to leave.

sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC)
FILL: Hello Nurse! (3/4)

Adam stares at where stockings and suspenders disappear under PVC, the barest hint of ass visible under the hem of the dress. Tommy’s ass might be flat but there’s enough of a curve to tell where it starts. ”Wait,” Adam calls after him. “Are you...leaving?” He really doesn’t want him to leave, especially not dressed like that.


Tommy spins around and Adam is actually impressed when he realises that Tommy’s wearing high heeled shoes, white like the rest of his outfit. He smiles sweetly and bats his eyelashes. “You need your rest.” He says, attempting to wink at him before opening the door and leaving the room. Adam stares open mouthed. He feels like he needs to pinch himself to wake up from this bizarre dream.


Adam is tempted to get out of bed, follow Tommy and take him up against a wall, something, anything. He can’t show up dressed like that and not have sex with him. It’s just completely unfair. Adam wishes he had more strength in his aching limbs, the things he would do if he could bear to get up out of the bed.


Adam loses track of time, staring up at the ceiling, starting to convince himself that Tommy’s visit to his room must have been simply a very vivid dream. When Tommy returns, still wearing the dress, with a basin of water and the announcement that it’s time for his sponge bath Adam doesn’t know if he’s excited or annoyed. The cold air against his skin when the duvet is pulled down is quickly counteracted with the warm damp sponge, dragged against his skin. Tommy is slow and methodical in his movements, cleaning his arms, lifting each by the wrist as he wipes the sweat from Adam’s body. Adam watches his face, the way he bites his lip and frowns slightly in concentration. He notices that Tommy keeps shifting where he half kneels on the bed, unable to get comfortable. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking but Adam fancies he can see the bulge of an erection crinkling the stiff PVC material covering Tommy’s lap.


Adam pushes his head back against his pillows, concentrates on the drag of the damp sponge as Tommy moves down over his torso, working over his hips and cleaning his thighs. As the sponge moves closer to his crotch, wiping the sweat from the crease of his thigh, Adam can’t help but stare at Tommy, trying to be subtle as he ogles the stocking clad thighs, looking at the bare skin as Tommy twists his body, pulling the dress up further. Adam’s breath catches at the sight of the round base of the plug between his cheeks, revealed for a moment before Tommy twists back to work on his far thigh. Adam shakes his head, he can’t have really seen that, just his imagination running riot. Maybe he’s still sicker than he thought.


Tommy drags the sponge over Adam’s cock and balls, the texture too rough over sensitive skin. Adam feels his pulse speeding up, the warmth and tightness as his cock grows and hardens against Tommy’s hand. He looks up to catch Tommy watching him, a slight smile playing on his lips. They stare at each other for the longest time, Tommy’s hand roaming over him, discarding the sponge to grip his cock with a bare hand. Adam feels his breathing speed up, still a little bit wheezy and tight. Tommy’s turns to look at the cock in his hand, continues to stroke it.


Continuing the movement with his hand, Tommy finally speaks, breaking the relative silence. “I have just the thing to make a cranky patient feel better.” He flutters his eyelashes, tilts his head so that his hair falls across his face. Adam just stares. Tommy stops the movement of his hand, crawling down the bed to move the covers out of the way. Adam gets a clear view of the blue plastic base of the plug in Tommy’s ass and his breath catches. Tommy looks over his shoulder at him, smiles with amusement at Adam’s face.

sugarmaus
Jun. 30th, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC)
FILL: Hello Nurse! (4/4)

Tommy swings his leg over Adam’s torso, straddling him. Adam runs his fingers along the top of the white stockings, where they bare Tommy’s thighs. Tommy leans forward and kisses along Adam’s jaw, avoiding his mouth. He runs fingertips across Adam’s nipples, stroking his broad chest lightly. Adam stares up at the ceiling, flopped boneless on the bed as Tommy kisses and licks at the skin on his neck, swipes his tongue along the shell of Adam’s ear.


Adam continues to stare at the ceiling as he runs his hand under the hem of the dress, fingers stroking over bare skin, along Tommy’s thigh, across his buttock, searching for the hard plastic edge. He runs his fingers along it, feeling where skin stretches tightly around the plug. Adam feels the clench of muscles as the plug slides out a little, Tommy’s body forcing it free as he bends his knees up further.


Adam groans, his dick sliding against the PVC of Tommy’s dress as he shifts down Adam’s body. He doesn’t have the strength to be patient right now, he just needs to get his cock in Tommy now. Tommy pauses where he’s nibbling along the freckles on Adam’s collarbone. He looks up at Adam and grins wickedly. “Are you up to this?”


Adam nods his head, of course he is. He isn’t going to let Tommy leave him like this. Tommy reaches behind himself, pulling the plug free and dropping it onto the bed beside them. Adam watches Tommy’s face, wide eyed as Tommy reaches behind himself and guides Adam’s cock into his waiting, wet, open hole.


Adam stares open mouthed at the expression on Tommy’s face, the way he bites his lip as he sinks down onto Adam’s cock. Tommy throws his head back, baring the long line of his throat as he starts to move, dragging himself up and down along Adam’s length, sinking down again heavily. Adam groans at the sensation, at the sight Tommy makes right now. Adam finds the strength in his arms to get a hand under the hem of Tommy’s dress, closing clumsy uncoordinated fingers around his cock. Tommy gasps and continues to move, rocking his hips as he brings his hands up to his own neck, running them along his skin.


Adam lies there, barely the strength to keep the grip around Tommy’s cock, barely able to stand the pleasure shooting through his body as his pulse speeds up. His hoarse breaths coming faster and faster as Tommy rides him. He doesn’t really have the will to hold off against the orgasm creeping in on him, the temptation to just let go too overwhelming. He watches Tommy, as he rocks on him, looks at where his own hand is closed around Tommy’s hard cock, flushed pink skin against the white PVC dress.


Adam groans weakly as his orgasm hits him, his whole body focused on thrusting his hips up against his sore muscles’ protests. He collapses back, flopped on the bed, lets out a low whine at the over stimulation as Tommy keeps going, moving his hips and continuing to move along Adam’s softening cock. Tommy leans back, closes a hand around his cock and starts to jack it, eyes fixed on Adam’s. Adam lies unmoving as he watches Tommy. He barely has the strength to run his tongue along his dry bottom lip.


Tommy’s head goes back and his hips jerk as he comes, hot and sticky across Adam’s stomach. Adam smiles and feels his eyelids growing heavy, too heavy to keep them open. His whole body relaxes against the bed, the aching in his limbs forgotten. He sighs softly as he feels Tommy climb off him, hears him move around, the sound of the high heeled shoes on the floor. He’s vaguely aware of Tommy wiping him down again with water that’s not quite warm any more. Feels the covers pulled up and the warm press of lips against his forehead. He smiles as he drifts off, the last thing he hears is the whisper against his ear, Tommy’s voice soft and playful. “Time to rest, doctor’s orders.” He’s asleep before Tommy leaves the room.

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