Author: hostilecrayon

Pairing: 1x2

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: LEMON! YUM. PWP LIKE I'VE NEVER WRITTEN BEFORE! CHEEZE!

Disclaimer: If I owned sex like this, do you think I'd waste my time writing about it?

This one is for gwy! Poor thing had a horrible day a couple days ago, and ficcage is required! I snagged the prompt from Merith, who pointed me to a reply in her journal about sexual positions and foreplay and sex and sex and sex. AND IT'S ALL HER FAULT THAT THIS CRAZED PRON GOT STARTED. Gwy, you got lucky! Prompt - smoke: when sweaty sex in a very cold room results in steaming partners. Here I go!

P.S. Because the camping sex bunny bit me, I tweaked it! Very cold outdoors! It might be a little... weird. Don't expect a plot. Sleep, what's that? AND YES, I KNOW THE ASS LINE IS REALLY BAD. AIKO NAMIKA ENCOURAGED ME TO LEAVE IT IN AND I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY, SO I DID. ANIME FISHI ALSO THREATENED MY LIFE!

THANK YOU RAZ FOR THE MOTIVATION. I LOVE YOU ETERNALLY. AND NO, I HAVEN'T GONE TO BED YET.

ANIME FISHI WAS MY OFFICIAL AFTER HOURS SEX CHEER SQUAD. I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN PORN SO FAST, NOR AS CHEEZEY, NOR AS POINTLESS, NOR AS SUPER BAD PORN AS I HAVE TONIGHT. I ALSO LOVE YOU ETERNALLY!

IN ANIME FISHIE'S WORDS, I AM THE CHEEZE MASTER. PREPARE YOURSELF FOR HOT, SUPER CHEEZY PORN. AND SHE IS TOTALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BENCH SCENE, BECAUSE SHE THREATENED MY LIFE... AGAIN.

Steamy Campgrounds

"Heero, humor me. Remind me why you wanted to go camping in the dead of winter again." I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, wanting my jacket but not quite willing to walk the hundred feet from the park bench to the car without the trees blocking the freezing wind.

"Not many people go camping in the winter. It's ideal if we want to be alone." He strategically placed the wood in his makeshift fire pit, trying to get the perfect stack for the most efficient fire.

"Heero, no one ever goes camping here. This isn't even a camp site. We're in the middle of freaking nowhere!" I stared at my ice-cold Sprite and imagined it was steaming hot coffee. It still tasted like cold soda when I took a drink. Hell, it wasn't even a soda I liked. I'd grabbed one of Heero's on accident. I glared at it like it was the soda's fault.

"You'd be surprised how many people know about these kinds of places. They're ideal for people who want to be secluded. How do you think the picnic bench you're sitting on got here?" The flames roared to life and he stepped back to admire his handiwork.

"Yeah, so we're secluded. But it's cold. How do you expect me to enjoy myself if I'm freezing my ass off?"

"I could think of a way to keep your ass warm." His voice was low and teasing as he stalked up to me like a jungle cat.

I snorted. "That has got to be the worst line I've ever heard come out of your mouth." But I reached for him anyway, clinging to the warmth radiating off him.

He smirked, drawing me close. "That may be," he bit my lip lightly and sucked it into his mouth, tugging on it gently before letting it slap back to finish his sentence, "but that doesn't make it any less true."

I snickered into his mouth as he kissed me again, and his wet mouth started a trail of nips across my jaw. I groaned when he ran his tongue along my earlobe, dragging it down my neck and to the soft junction where neck becomes shoulder. I felt him apply suction pressure, rolling his tongue over the skin to ease the pain. I was sure there was a nice purple mark forming even if I couldn't see it, and it sent a little thrill through me.

I groped blindly for his shirt and ripped it off of him to minimize the separation time, but he was as impatient as I was, and before I had it fully off of his arms, he attacked my lips, and the shirt hung limply from his left elbow. Neither of us made any effort remedy that.

The kiss deepened, and his cold fingers found their way under my shirt to slide up the now-heated flesh of my back. His calluses were deliciously rough as they slid up my spine, and my breathing hitched when one hand dipped into the back of my jeans. One slim finger traced the crack of my ass and I bit into his shoulder, drawing blood. He grinned with pleasure, wrapping his other hand around my waist and lifting me effortlessly to sit on the tabletop. "Lay back," he practically growled, and I had no protests.

He pinned me with his stare, his blue eyes clouded over with lust, and I felt the blood rush straight to my groin in anticipation. His hands fumbled with my pants, moving too fast to be efficient, and he only got the zipper half way down before he tore them off me, along with the black boxers I wore beneath them. I wasn't sure where they ended up, but I couldn't have cared less when one hand pried my legs open and the other dug in his jeans pocket for the lube.

My dick waved proudly in the air, and it twitched when lubed fingers pressed against my ass. There was no gentleness as two fingers were thrust into me, and I threw my head back to dangle over the edge of the table with a gasp, my braid thumping solidly against the bench seat beneath it.

Heero was too impatient to do one thing at a time, and as his fingers pushed deep into my ass, stretching me quickly and roughly, his other hand was tugging at his own pants in his eagerness to free his own dick. He added another finger to his stretching, thrusting desperately to ready me as he kneeled onto the bench seat and pushed his pants and boxers down to pool at his knees, not even bothering to take them all the way off.

A quick, half-hazard slather of lube was spread across his cock before his fingers retreated from my ass, but before I could miss their presence, his thick cock was thrust inside me with one sharp snap of his hips. I cried out in pleasure and pain, trying to wrap my legs around his waist, but he grabbed my thighs and put one leg over his shoulder and pushed the other as far open as it would go. With one hand on my thigh and the other on my hip, he pulled me savagely into him, going directly to a ragged pace that had me gasping and moaning and begging for more.

He groaned, throwing his head back, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping from the ends of his bangs. "Duo... you're so tight..."

"Harder Heero, harder..."

The table started to rock beneath us but we paid it no mind, the shirt now hanging from his wrist brushing against my skin the only other sensation I could compute besides the hard, thick cock slamming into my ass.

It wasn't long until the table was rocking so much that it tipped. Since most of the weight was where Heero was, it thrust me forward, and Heero wrapped his arms around me as he slid backwards. Suddenly, I was only being supported by Heero's heated arms and the table thwacked loudly against the ground as it settled back into place. With his legs bent beneath him and me still impaled deeply on his dick, Heero leaned back and took a deep breath, releasing me and propping himself up on his hands. He smiled at me and I started to laugh, but it quickly turned into a moan as I lifted myself and dropped myself back down, guiding his cock further inside me.

He leaned his head back, his mouth slightly open and his eyes half shut as I rode him, flesh meeting flesh right there on the forest floor. Small groans rumbled in his throat and he began panting; using his lower legs to push himself up to meet my frenzied pace. My hands grasped at his sides and my braid slapped against my still-clothed back and his naked thighs and I bit my lip in hopes of making the ride last just a little longer. I could feel my aching cock burn for release, but I wasn't ready to stop just yet.

Heero tilted his head forward and his lust-driven gaze settled on me, his eyes lingering on my dick bobbing up and down with me. That gaze alone was enough to make me cum, but just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he grinned at me, grabbing my waist and holding me still. He pulled himself vertical and stared into my eyes for a moment, his hunger burning itself into me before our lips met in a searing kiss.

"As much as I love being your pony," he whispered into my mouth, "I'm not ready to cum just yet."

I smirked. "You're just full of cheesy lines today, aren't you?"

The corners of his lips curved upwards, and with one swift push from his lower legs, he got to his knees, holding me close against him. Carefully, he got to his feet, his pants sliding down to pool around his ankles and the shirt that had been on his wrist lying on the ground behind him. "I guess so," he murmured, lifting me slightly, sliding his cock part way out of me, "but as I said earlier," he kissed me, "that doesn't make it any less true." With that, he pulled me down to slam his cock inside me, and I screamed out his name.

I tightened my legs around him and he repositioned his hands so that they were cupping my ass, and with an experimental push, I bounced up a little and slid back down the length of his dick, eliciting a groan from both of us. He began a new rhythm, more controlled than before but still fast and needy. I clawed at his back as he bounced me on his cock, hitting that spot that made my vision blur and my moaning turn to desperate cries.

My weeping dick rubbed against the rippling muscle of his stomach, and as he hit that spot again and again, I felt the edges of my control fray and an animalistic noise ripped itself from my throat. I dragged my nails down his biceps and sunk my teeth into his neck, my orgasm ripping through every fiber of my body. I was barely aware of my cum splashing between our bodies because I could feel Heero's own orgasm rippling through his body, making his body shake and his pace falter as his cum exploded into me and spilling out and across my thighs and his groin.

He held me there, both of us panting in the afterglow; sweat trickling down our bodies. I gulped in the cold air, suddenly unable to get enough of it as the cold soothed my burning lungs. When I felt my eyes could focus again, I looked up at him, and with a bit of a start, watched as steam wafted off of him. I could tell he saw it too, and we both grinned.

"So... did I keep your ass warm?" He asked, laughter in his eyes.

"Yes, yes you did..." I smirked, "but now that we're starting to cool off," I gestured to the steam floating in the air around us, "I think it's starting to get cold again..."

I can't recall being cold for the remainder of the trip.

OWARI

 

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