reddwarfslash | Hello and something like a fic

Have been hanging around this wonderful community for a while now, reading all the great fics, and due to the fact that I wrote something (after I got really hammered yesterday) I thought I’d say hi. The story is nothing special, far away from perfect and has no plot, but nevertheless …

Title: Exploring you

Paring: Rimmer/Lister

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: They are not mine. Still waiting that someone will sell them at Ebay.

Notes: Seems to be a PWP. Rimmer (i.e. Chris Barrie) is just very sexy ;-) Apologies in advance for any language-related mistakes, English isn’t my mother tongue and this is the first fic I’ve written in this beautiful language.

It starts with your eyes. They are beautiful. They can shine in all colours, from a dark black when you are angry to a dull grey when you are frightened. But now I put my arms around you and they become a light brown, green sparkles in between. They start to smile as your whole body does.

I kiss you, first gently with only our lips brushing against each other, then firmer, until our tongues meet. Feeling your smooth tip, your rough underside. Our motions become faster, passionate. I press my mouth eagerly against your fine lips, as hard as I can. I need you. My hand is sunken in your thick hair, my fingers enclosed by your wild locks. Finally I look up to you and a golden shimmer appears between the brown and green. You want me.

I need to remove your clothes, they are in the way. You let me, just standing there, absently stroking my cheek, watching my hasty fumbling. Now I can see your beauty, the slender body, your fine muscles. I run my finger over your side, able to feel your rips under my hand, so thin, so pale. You start to laugh, it tickles you. You laugh. It's a clear sound and the room brightens up by it. You make me smile. My finger moves over your bare chest, smooth but firm skin under me. There are no hairs which would disturb my journey, only some curled ones placed between your chest, feathery around my fingers.

I glance up to you. The gold in your eyes has spread, replacing the green. You seem to glow from inside.

I'm working my way down your slender body. Your nibble under my fingers, it's tiny, so harmless, unprotected. I run over it twice and it's already hard. You are so sensitive. I lean forward and put my lips around it. Kissing it, warming it with my breath. You stroke my hair and laugh again. I like it when you laugh. You do that far too rarely.

I move my head back and let my finger wander onwards. Over the side of your body, to your belly button. There is no belly though. You are so thin, for a second appearing so breakable. Makes me afraid to hurt you. I know you don't like it when I tickle you too much, so I draw a circle around your navel and follow the rest of the line. Unfortunately I have to stop my travelling and use my second hand to unfasten your belt and remove your trousers and your underpants. Far too much clothes. But your boxers show me already what awaits me. A big bulge is bending them in a very appealing way. I can’t help it, I have to grin. You shrug your shoulders slightly, your eyes shining in delight.

My hands reach under the waistband of your boxers and move them down, so they fall to the puddle of clothes around your feet. There you are, naked in front of me. Waiting for me. Effortlessly I direct you over to your bunk; now you are lying naked under me. My finger starts to trail on from where it stopped. Not a far journey, I know. The thin line of hairs emerges to a little, wiry bush and then there's your cock, firmly looking up to me. I move around it to your balls. They are hanging down heavily as I’d imagined them to be. I weigh them in my hands, they feel full. Letting them slide through my fingers. You like it. Your cock does.

There my attention goes back to. You are expecting me in anticipation. Your hands lingering uncertainly in the air, your flickering gaze tell me you have a desire.

I know what it is. Just licking the top around the tiny hole, you already moan with pleasure and wriggle against me. I trail down your hard cock, over the head, along the firm shaft, until I reach a bunch of hairs. You feel wonderful. My hand is on your thigh, stroking it, while my tongue finds your balls, the rough skin with two perfectly round balls in it. I let them dance on my tongue. You whisper my name, pleadingly. Your eyes are even more lightened up, sparkling with affection and lust. I could be mean to you, but I'm not. We quarrel enough when we are not in bed.

My tongue wanders back to your cock, moistening the firm skin on my way up. And then I let the tip disappear in my mouth. You are warm, your head is thick and I can feel the veins under my lips as I take you deeper. You moan and become harder in my mouth. So good...

I move in a slow rhythm, trying to capture every detail of you. My hands are somewhere, I don't know, on your even chest on your long legs, on your hot balls. I could go on like this for ages, my tongue drawing pictures on the underside of your hard cock, my lips enclosing your tight skin, moving down over your thick shaft and back. But you are greedy, your hands find my head and you press me down. I take you as much as I can, but you are long as you had always hinted through your tight trousers. The tip of you is tickling at the back of my throat, but I can handle it. I want to take you all.

You seem to fill me out, you are getting bigger and your balls tighten under my fingers. A sense of bitterness is in my mouth...

But before I can bring you to scream my name you grab me fiercely by my shoulders and pull me up to you. Inevitable your cock slips out of my mouth, leaving emptiness behind.

"Listy ..." you murmur and stroke my cheek before you pull me into a kiss. You on my wet lips, your slender tongue around mine. You are holding on to me, pressing me down on you, pulling me into a possessive hug. Sweet taste in my mouth and sweet thoughts in my mind. It means so much more to you than just a shag, it streams out of every pore of you. You long for the company, for the body-contact you were denied for such a long time. For somebody who wants to be with you and hold you.

You withdraw from our kiss and your body tells me the same. The bright shine under the heavy eyelids speaks of contentment, only the sparkling edges tell about the lust burning somewhere in you. But enough to push me off from you, gently, but determinedly, and, after a bit of struggling, between bent legs, you show me your bare ass. I touch your small arse, your round bottom, your smooth ass. You present yourself to me as an unwrapped gift and I like it. The same moment guilt hits me. Shouldn't I feel uncomfortable by your willing compliance? Questioningly I gaze up to you, but your smile has broadened. No tenseness, no insecurity. "I want you all, Listy", you moan slightly and I know you do.

And I want you too. My cock is as hard as yours and my balls are burning. I start to kiss your ass, imagining taking it slowly, but I catch a glimpse of your look. An impatient look. I am surprised, indeed this isn't like you.

So what can I do?

Somewhere there's lube, it's cold on me and on my finger, but my finger inside you is warm. I wriggle and twist and your impatience grows. Mine grows too, I want to be inside of you, I want to fill you out and have you all. So I do.

I'm poking at you with my tip and you let me in, all of me. You are closing up around me, as if you swallowed me and never want to let me go again. You are tight, warm and still so sensitive. I can't stay there, it's just too much, you all around me. I start to move, slowly first, I don’t want to miss anything of you. Of me inside you. I know where to hit you and your moaning tells me you like it. My hand reaches out, stroking your thigh, your slender sides. Until your hand grasps mine, holding it in longing, in affection. In love.

You are smiling and I know I am too. I can't look away from you, from your glowing eyes, an open window to your soul. I need to move faster, the pressure on my cock growing. My other hand grabs your cock, just sliding it up and down in the rhythm I'm moving inside you. So firm you are under my hands, I can feel you growing bigger, even harder if possible.

You call out my name, in adoration, in pleasure, in happiness. It's me who makes you happy. I make you happy. I am happy.

The thought is sending me over the edge. I'm exploding inside you, deeply in you. Everything inside me pours into you, all I have is given to you. For a second there's nothing besides you and me.

It seems to take ages until I am half able to think, to recognize that I'm breathing heavily, babbling unintelligible words. My hand, still around your cock, is a milky film of you. I can't remember, but I must have squeezed you, your final groan is still ringing in my ears.

I'm panting. I let myself drop beside you, accepting the reduced contact. But your hand is still clutching mine, tightly, is if you could loose me otherwise.

Your eyes have returned to shine in a darker brown, relaxed, satisfied. It’s beautiful.

"You are beautiful" I repeat my thoughts. I feel exhausted. And so good. So empty and so filled simultaneously. You seem to feel the same way. Your free hand gently strokes my warmed cheek.

"I love you Listy." You are smiling, but your words are earnest.

"I love you too, Arn." I mean it.

I shut my eyes, I’m so tired. You draw me closer in a hug, protectively and comfortably and I just can't help it ... I fall asleep.