Title:  Quickie
Author: Surreal
E-mail: surreal666@hotmail.com
Website: http://netjeru.ma-at.net/SurrealArts/
Feedback: Please?  *whimper*
Status: Complete
Category: Langly/Byers, PWP
Rating: NC/17
Summary: Just a quickie.
Archive: Lone Slasher, Basement
Disclaimer: Not mine, still in ungrateful hands
Notes:  There aren't nearly enough oral sex stories out there.

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I can see the shadowy outline of his body through the cloudy,
wet glass as I strip out of my sweatpants.  His arms move in
long, confident sweeps as he washes the lather from his short
hair.

John gives a startled squeak when I slide open the door and 
join him in the shower, but a smile quickly forms on his wet
lips.

Neither of us say a word, or make a sound.  It's eerily quiet,
only the patter of the falling water and the sound of skin on
skin as I reach for him, meld my body to his and kiss him for
all I'm worth.

When he's thoroughly flushed, panting, and cross-eyed, only
then do I let him go.  Push him back against the wall, beyond 
the reach of the water and drop to my knees.

"God..." he chokes in a hushed tone, one hand instinctively
curling around my head when I start to lick him.  I rim his
navel with my tongue, delving in and out and lapping at his
slick, clean skin.  

Reaching up to toy with his hardening nipples, rubbing my 
thumbs over each of the nubs.  He gasps, his free hand coming 
up to join mine.  I love it when he touches himself like that, 
giving himself pleasure when I do.  

I spare him a short, approving glance, seeing his head leaning
back against the damp, cool tile, eyes firmly shut and mouth
gaping as he draws sharp, pleasured breaths.  I drop my head
and focus on the main event.

He is SO ready, painfully, achingly hard and begging to be 
touched, stroked, licked.  I let my tongue dart out in a teasing 
taste, and smile at the choked sob he gives.  I soothe him by 
stroking his hip with one hand, the other hand moving to join 
my mouth.  Two fingers steady him by the root and I take him 
in.

Just the head at first, the blood pulsing through the thin skin 
against my tongue and burning hot.  His hand tightens on my 
head convulsively and he gives another low moan.  Licking 
gently, not too much at first...he's too close already and I want 
this to last.

I pull back and kiss his thighs, his pelvis...the little patch of 
bare, sensitive skin between his navel and the patch of thick, 
dark hair at his groin.  Reach down further and lick, tease his
balls with my lips until he's squirming impatiently.  

Go back to his dick, standing straight up almost against his 
stomach, he's so aroused.  The rich, heady smell of him fills my 
senses, dark, masculine heat and I indulge myself and bury my 
nose in his groin for a moment.  

In my mouth again, I suck lightly, then lick down and back up 
the length of him slowly.  Back and forth, switching and gliding 
smoothly over his cock in wide arches and circles.  

Every one of his breaths is punctuated