Snow Storm
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Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,049
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Snow Storm
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***
“… and the blizzard hitting most of Moscow and the surrounding area, should continue till tomorrow morning.” I sighed, “Now… Back to the station.”
“Fantastic.” I droned, “We’re stuck here.” I turned to Bryan, who was staring at the back of my head, “I saw a hotel a few blocks back, we can stay there for the night.”
His staring went to glaring, “I ain’t going out in that!” He gestured out the window, where our van was being pelted with snow. I could here the wind, even with everything off and closed.
“We can’t stay in here, we’ll freeze!”
“I’m not going out in the wind and snow! We WILL freeze.” I sighed at his glaring, “Please Spencer, I really don’t want to go out in it. I can cuddle with you in the back.” His eyes grew pathetic as his bottom lip stuck out in the tiniest pout. Why must I have a huge soft spot for him?
“Alright, but I’m keeping the car on so we won’t freeze. Just hope the battery doesn’t die on us.” I felt the old fluttering in my heart as he smiled at me. I made sure the car was parked and crawled into the back of the van. “I spoil you.” I said affectionately as I hugged him to me, sitting down leaning against the front passenger seat. He sat on my thighs, his hands gently rubbing my sides, his head tilting up from where he’d laid it on my chest. I felt his lips brush my neck.
“You do… But I don’t mind.” I chuckled, letting my lips find Bryan’s for a few seconds. “And anyway…” Why does he talk when I want to kiss him? “This can be the alone time we’ve been looking for.”
“Bryan…” I felt him press his lips to my neck again his tongue darted out, sliding up and down. He slowly began working his way up to my ear. I sighed, I guess it wouldn’t hurt and it would be a good way to let out all our frustration. I let my hand slide under his shirt, smirking a bit when he whimpered. It’d been far too long since we’d done this, the world tournament taking up too much of our energy and time.
He sat up, pulling me closer as we kissed, our tongues seeking our partner’s. My hands were seeking something too, sliding along scar tainted flesh, before lifting his shirt over his head. He gasped.
“Colder?”
“Slightly.” I felt a shiver run through him as I let my hand slide down his back. I leant forward to catch his lips, pushing me against the seat as his hands fought to rid me of my shirt, breaking our dual to undo a more stubborn buckle on my sleeve.
As he threw my shirt to the side he laid back, threading hi fingers around my neck as he pulled me forward so I was kneeling over him. I kissed his top lips instantly being pulled back down so Bryan could inhabit my mouth. I can’t tell he’s growing tired of the slow pace.
His hands slide down my chest, seeking out the button on my pants. I shifted: his go first.
“No Bryan, you first.” He glared lightly, though it turned to a look of pleasure: eyes closed, head tilted back, as my hand slid over his obvious arousal. I undid the button and zipper, drawing down his pants, his boxers soon following.
He gasped as I took him in my mouth, not paying much attention to his taste, but relishing his low moans and breathless words.
“Spencer…!” I couldn’t help but smirk, dominating Bryan had always eluded me till we became a couple almost two years ago.
I sucked and licked, pulling back every few seconds to kiss his tip.
I gasped, letting out a deep moan, Bryan’s foot rubbing against my confined erection. I got the message, sitting up and removing my pants. I moved to grab some sort of lubricant from the front of the van, being stopped by a very needy looking Bryan.
“It’ll take too long, just take me.” I nodded, my brain moving to my lower regions as our lips and tongue meshed together.
He laid back again, his long legs wrapping around my waist. I slid two fingers in and out of him, watching his expression, searching for his prostate. He let out a loud moan, thrusting onto my fingers: found it.
I withdrew, crawling over Bryan, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, gently entering his tight warmth, aiming for the spot I’d found. He swallowed a shaky breathe, his arms wrapping around my torso, as my arms rested on either side of him.
We started slow, in, out, gradually speeding up with no-one to interrupt us. We were both panting as we moved, I wrapped my hand around Bryan’s arousal as I felt my end coming. Bryan let out a choked groan, thrusting up onto me. A few minutes later, we were laying sticky with sweat (and seed), panting.
I smiled and pulled Bryan against me, kissing his neck lightly.
“Love you.”
“Love you too Spence.” He sounded sleepy, or near sleep. I pulled my jacket over us, using our clothes as a pillow, well… Bryan was asleep on me.
I listened to Bryan’s soft breathing… nearly in dreamland…
RING
Who the hell is that?
RING RING
Only Kai, Bryan and… Tala. I forgot to ring him.
The phone stayed silent.
I looked down at Bryan. Tala’ll understand: there’s no way I’m waking my falcon.
***
“… and the blizzard hitting most of Moscow and the surrounding area, should continue till tomorrow morning.” I sighed, “Now… Back to the station.”
“Fantastic.” I droned, “We’re stuck here.” I turned to Bryan, who was staring at the back of my head, “I saw a hotel a few blocks back, we can stay there for the night.”
His staring went to glaring, “I ain’t going out in that!” He gestured out the window, where our van was being pelted with snow. I could here the wind, even with everything off and closed.
“We can’t stay in here, we’ll freeze!”
“I’m not going out in the wind and snow! We WILL freeze.” I sighed at his glaring, “Please Spencer, I really don’t want to go out in it. I can cuddle with you in the back.” His eyes grew pathetic as his bottom lip stuck out in the tiniest pout. Why must I have a huge soft spot for him?
“Alright, but I’m keeping the car on so we won’t freeze. Just hope the battery doesn’t die on us.” I felt the old fluttering in my heart as he smiled at me. I made sure the car was parked and crawled into the back of the van. “I spoil you.” I said affectionately as I hugged him to me, sitting down leaning against the front passenger seat. He sat on my thighs, his hands gently rubbing my sides, his head tilting up from where he’d laid it on my chest. I felt his lips brush my neck.
“You do… But I don’t mind.” I chuckled, letting my lips find Bryan’s for a few seconds. “And anyway…” Why does he talk when I want to kiss him? “This can be the alone time we’ve been looking for.”
“Bryan…” I felt him press his lips to my neck again his tongue darted out, sliding up and down. He slowly began working his way up to my ear. I sighed, I guess it wouldn’t hurt and it would be a good way to let out all our frustration. I let my hand slide under his shirt, smirking a bit when he whimpered. It’d been far too long since we’d done this, the world tournament taking up too much of our energy and time.
He sat up, pulling me closer as we kissed, our tongues seeking our partner’s. My hands were seeking something too, sliding along scar tainted flesh, before lifting his shirt over his head. He gasped.
“Colder?”
“Slightly.” I felt a shiver run through him as I let my hand slide down his back. I leant forward to catch his lips, pushing me against the seat as his hands fought to rid me of my shirt, breaking our dual to undo a more stubborn buckle on my sleeve.
As he threw my shirt to the side he laid back, threading hi fingers around my neck as he pulled me forward so I was kneeling over him. I kissed his top lips instantly being pulled back down so Bryan could inhabit my mouth. I can’t tell he’s growing tired of the slow pace.
His hands slide down my chest, seeking out the button on my pants. I shifted: his go first.
“No Bryan, you first.” He glared lightly, though it turned to a look of pleasure: eyes closed, head tilted back, as my hand slid over his obvious arousal. I undid the button and zipper, drawing down his pants, his boxers soon following.
He gasped as I took him in my mouth, not paying much attention to his taste, but relishing his low moans and breathless words.
“Spencer…!” I couldn’t help but smirk, dominating Bryan had always eluded me till we became a couple almost two years ago.
I sucked and licked, pulling back every few seconds to kiss his tip.
I gasped, letting out a deep moan, Bryan’s foot rubbing against my confined erection. I got the message, sitting up and removing my pants. I moved to grab some sort of lubricant from the front of the van, being stopped by a very needy looking Bryan.
“It’ll take too long, just take me.” I nodded, my brain moving to my lower regions as our lips and tongue meshed together.
He laid back again, his long legs wrapping around my waist. I slid two fingers in and out of him, watching his expression, searching for his prostate. He let out a loud moan, thrusting onto my fingers: found it.
I withdrew, crawling over Bryan, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, gently entering his tight warmth, aiming for the spot I’d found. He swallowed a shaky breathe, his arms wrapping around my torso, as my arms rested on either side of him.
We started slow, in, out, gradually speeding up with no-one to interrupt us. We were both panting as we moved, I wrapped my hand around Bryan’s arousal as I felt my end coming. Bryan let out a choked groan, thrusting up onto me. A few minutes later, we were laying sticky with sweat (and seed), panting.
I smiled and pulled Bryan against me, kissing his neck lightly.
“Love you.”
“Love you too Spence.” He sounded sleepy, or near sleep. I pulled my jacket over us, using our clothes as a pillow, well… Bryan was asleep on me.
I listened to Bryan’s soft breathing… nearly in dreamland…
RING
Who the hell is that?
RING RING
Only Kai, Bryan and… Tala. I forgot to ring him.
The phone stayed silent.
I looked down at Bryan. Tala’ll understand: there’s no way I’m waking my falcon.