Here we are on Wednesday morning, getting ready for work and pausing for a flash. I can't believe it's going to be October next week. I must be getting old because time is just flying away from me. This week, I've chosen Spam and Chips as the prompts, God knows why. Actually, God doesn't know why, at least, two of them don't and Uzzy only knows he's been 'infected with human' :)
Pasha moaned, as best he could with his mouth full and forced himself not to bite down as Gabri’el worked his fingers inside while Uzzy made good use of his tongue and teeth on the outside. He was totally unable to do anything other than compress his lips around Uzzy’s shaft and suck. He lost the ability to do even that when both Uzzy and Gabri’el, still with that uncanny synchronism stepped up their attacks on his equilibrium.
Forced to let Uzzy go, Pasha ground his teeth and moaned, arching his back. Gabr’el’s free hand kneaded his buttock, while Uzzy’s ran up and down over his sides, sending shivers through him.
When Gabri’el’s fingers withdrew Pasha moaned with loss but not for long. Uzzy gripped his hips to brace him as Gabri’el parted his buttocks and pressed against his opening.
“Are you ready to grant me entrance?”
“Just do it,” Pasha moaned. “Please.”
“I have a feeling this is more than just sex, Pasha. If we go on; if I expel my seed within you, there will be no going back. We will be joined forever. For better or worse.”
Pasha didn’t have to think. “Do it.”
“Pasha, do you understand…?”
“Just fucking do it. I understand. We’ll be joined forever. As if we aren’t already. As if any of us can go back from this. Do it,” he screamed, then screamed again as Gabri’el did.
Gabri’el was not small and he filled Pasha as Pasha had never been filled before. At first he was still, letting Pasha become acclimatised to the intrusion. Pasha’s muscles twitched and spasms. With a long, low moan he pressed back against Gabri’el while Uzzy raised himself to follow his cock.
“Oh God. Oh God,” Pasha panted as Gabri’el increased his speed and depth. He was getting short of breath. Electric shocks were running up and down his spine, fizzing, then popping in his head, sending little bursts of light flashing in front of his eyes.
Gabri’el grunted as he thrust, deeper and deeper. His fingers dug into Pasha’s flesh. It hurt but it was a good pain, a great pain, and another was building inside – or was it pleasure. The borders blurred and shifted and shuddered deeply. Hid brain was backfiring, unable to decide if it wanted his body to thrust back onto Gabri’el, or forward into Uzzy. Both of them were going deeper and deeper and the pressure building in his gut was making his eyes roll.
He tried to call out, to say he was close, but he couldn’t speak. Gabri’el bent forward and whispered in his ear. “Come for me.” It was too much. He slammed back against Gabri’el, as Uzzy worked him hard and his whole body shook like crazy as he came hard and fast. As his muscles contracted hard around Gabri’el, Gabri’el cried out and exploded inside him.
For a moment, no one moved, then Uzzy slid out from under Pasha and Pasha collapsed, gasping. Gabri’el rolled sideways to avoid crushing him and they both lay sprawled out and trembling with after shocks.
Gradually, Pasha became aware of featherlight strokes on his chest and light kisses, moving from his belly upwards. By the time he was fully aware, Uzzy had reached his nipple and bit hard. Pasha cried out and grabbed his hair tugging upwards until their lips met.
They kissed softly, then Uzzy curled into his side, while Gabri’el crawled up to tuck himself around Uzzy.
For a while they merely lay, content, listening to the crackling of the fire and allowing their hands to wander over whatever skin they could reach, not caring who it belonged to.
Uzzy made little noises of pleasure and sleepiness, nuzzling into Pasha’s shoulder. Pasha would have let him drift off and followed him willingly, but Gabri’el raised his head and smiled at him, his eyes glowing and holding a wicked expression.
“Shall we pluck the little flower and plough his field?” Gabri’el said huskily.
“I think we should pluck him good.”
“Mhm.” Uzzy purred and blinked up at Pasha, like a sleepy kitten, but one who was about to leap for the ball of string. “I’m hungry,” he whined.
“You’ve already eaten,” Gabri’el said, “Hasn’t he, Pasha?”
For a moment, Pasha didn’t know what he was implying. “Oh yes, my love. You’ve just had a meal of me and now I’m hungry for you.”
“Wish we had peaches.”
“You don’t need peaches to make you sweet.”
Uzzy gazed up at him, looking more like an angel than ever, with his blue eyes and golden curls. Pasha kissed his soft, warm lips and it suddenly hit him. This is heaven, literally heaven. Maybe he’d got there by a wing and a prayer but he was here now. One lover lay under him and the other was stroking his hair and his back and he felt exactly what he was – A God. Raising his head he saw an expression in Gabri’el’s eyes that told him he was thinking the same thing.
“Come on, my Gods, send me to heaven.”
“We’re already here.”
“Yeah well, you’re thinking literal and I’m thinking metaphorical. I’m hungry so either you make me spam and chips or make me forget about it.”
“Spam and chips? We’re Gods, in heaven…kind of. We could have anything, absolutely anything and you
want spam and chips?”
“I got infected with human.” Uzzy fluttered his eyelashes and threw Pasha a hot look.
“Then it’s time we did some serious distracting,” Gabri’el said. Pasha agreed and they both pounced.
We're just about at the end of the line with our boys. I would think two more chapters will do it. I have to finish of the sweet lurving and then round it off. It seems as if we'll be done just in time for some spooky stuff for Halloween.
Now hasten unto the blogs of my fellow flashers and have a great day.