[Flash Fic Friday] Sydney and Frank

The sun broke through the slight slits in the curtains and Frank rolled over to bury his face into Sydney's neck. The warmth of his lover's skin caused him to moan, his cock to jerk to life and every part of his body to throb so beautifully. He caressed a hand down Sydney's chest, allowing his fingers to ripple over the perfect abs and before caressing inside Sydney's belly button with his pinky.  His lover moaned and shifted.


"Morning," Frank whispered, climbing over Sydney and kissing his reply from his body. "I want it."


Sydney laughed softly, tangling his arms around Frank's neck. "Breakfast in bed? I can do that."


Rolling over, Frank allowed Sydney to take control.  He slid upward, pulling his knees beneath his naked frame causing his ass to stick out.  He felt it the moment his cheeks spread with his position for the cool breeze from the air conditioner washed over his hot hole. 


"You get to chose, Frank," Sydney leaned over Frank to whisper against his ear before biting the lobe.  


Frank whimpered.


"My tongue, or my cock." 

[Flash Fic Friday] Lt Kolby Samuels and Dirk

Lt. Kolby Samuels walked out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom where Dirk said he could stay while he was home.


"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here," he said, bending over to grab his pants.  He pulled it up, over the jockstrap he wore. When he turned around, he notice Dirk was staring quite intently out the window. "What's wrong? did you change your mind?"


"No..." Dirk cleared his throat. "I didn't change my mind. You're always welcome here. Just...Keep your pants on when I'm in the room, okay?"


"Um..."


"Please."


Kolby nodded. "Alright."


Dirk left him then and Kolby watched the door close silently.  Dirk had never had a problem before. He used to walk around naked with Dirk sitting on the bed reading a magazine when they were teenagers and nothing went wrong, no freak out, no asking him to put pants on.  He left the room, walking down the hall and barging into Dirk's bedroom to ask him what gives.  What he saw, left his mouth watering and his whole body trembling.


Silently, he walked over to the bed, eased himself between Dirk's knees.  He locked eyes with his long time friend and pushed Dirk's hand away from the caramel dick he'd been stroking then ever so lightly, pulled his mouth down over it.

[Flash Fic Friday] Cos and Dante

Cos stretched his legs out before him and closed his eyes.  It was a long day. Physio had gone well but it was painful.  He was thirsty but he didn't want to wake Dante.  Ever since he was shot in the line of duty four months before, Dante has been nothing but helpful; to the point of exhaustion.  His hip was stiff already, leaving him cringing with each movement. Still he sat there, eyes closed trying desperately to wish away the throbbing in the hip.

"You're in pain," Dante's voice was soft.  He sat beside Cos and caresed the tattoo against his left shoulder. "You should tell me when you're in pain."

Cos smile, shivering at the caress. "I didn't want to wake you," he inhaled. "You've done so much already and you were finally sleeping."

Dante laughed. "What do you need?"

"Dante..."

"What...do...you...need?"

Cos smiled. "Water...."

"And your hip?"

"Stiff and throbbing but I'll be fine."

"Okay," Dante said, standing. "I'll grab you some water."

Cos watched him leave the room and felt so useless. Just months ago he was a cop--detective and with one stupid move, he had a bullet in his hip and limping around.  For a while he couldn't shower himself. That was the lowest of the low.

Footsteps pulling him from his thoughts. Dante smiled and handed him a water bottle.

"I told you not to worry about this. I would do anything for you...."

[Flash Fic Friday] Vlad and Mack

Vlad stuck his hand into the locker and pulled out his badge.  He could not believe Mack busted him back down to uniform--and for what? Because Mack was to fucking hard up to take a joke? Shit, Mack definitely needed to get laid.  Jamming the badge against the front of his shirt he stuck the flashlight into the holder, checked his gun before shoving it into the holster on his hip and reached for his jacket.


He'd just slammed the locker shut when he was grabbed from behind and shoved face first into the locker. He grunted from the force of the hit then anger surged through him like a pile driver.  He pushed to fight back but hot breath caught him against the side of the face.


"You want to play games, Vlad?" Mack's voice was hard, rough and turned him on.


"So you take my badge?" Vlad asked. Pushing back but was only rewarded when the beef-cake of a man drove him into the lover again and palmed his ass.


"You wanted me to take this ass, right?" Mack wanted to know, spanking and squeezing Vlad's ass cheeks.


All thoughts of fighting left him with each stinging blow. "Shit Mack! We can't do this here!"


"Why the fuck not? You love PDA, don't you?"


"Knock it off," Vlad lurched backward and Mack released him.  Turning around, he took a breath and held it to still his rapidly rising and falling shoulders. "As much I'd like to fuck you till your brain pop out of your head, I don't trust you. So go fuck yourself."

Flash Fic Friday] Kiro and Shane

I never saw myself as sexy. Sure I went to the gym religiously, and ate healthy. But I never saw myself as a man other men could fall in love with--especially a man like Shane.  I sit across from him everyday, watching the smoothness of his dark skin, the heated brown of his eyes and the full perfection of his lips.  I yearn for him daily, pinned for him nightly, and touched myself to him every chance I got. Each time he looked at me I could feel myself dripping in my boxers. It took every strength I had not to dive over the boardroom desk and take what I want.


Damn the laws.


Damn the work place ethics and their committees.


Damn every good sense I've ever listened to.


But I am afraid--ashamed of my thoughts and vulgarity.


 My friends all called me a fool, for they said a black man would never love me.  They told me of the stereotype they had for Asian men--we had small dicks.  Shows you how much they know.

[Flash Fic Friday] Yeong

"Why do you come to stand before me? You were cursed to live a life in hell you have created."


Yeong rose, lifted his head, his blond hair falling over his eyes.  He tugged at the chains binding him and took a breath. "I asked not for me, but for the one man who's ever meant anything to me.  I hear his cries at nights. I feel his tears fall down like raindrops from the heavens. It breaks my heart."


"But you are dead, Yeong. you have no heart."


"Then why does it hurt so deeply? Please...I beg of you."


"You? Beg? Why does this man means so much to you?"


Yeong wasn't quite sure of the answer to that question.  If it was up to him, he would stay in the hole he'd been cast due to his deep urge for vengeance on those who would wipe his family off the face of the earth.


"We demand an answer."


The voice boomed at him, causing his head to throb from the loudness of it.


"He loved me first...."

[Flash Fic Friday] Andreas and Taye

Taye sat on the bench in the locker room and focused on his wraps. He wasn't about to get into another argument with Andreas.  They had one a day it seemed lately and quite frankly he was getting really tired of them.

"Did you hear me?" Andreas questioned.

Taye pushed some air out his mouth and gave the end of the wrap and healthy tug. "I fucking heard you. Why is it the same shit with you over and over?"

"Because you always sit there with that same look on your face!" Andreas snapped. "I have no idea what's the matter with you. Lately you've been acting like I pissed in your bloody coffee or some shit..."

Taye jerked from his seat and slammed his locker so hard, Andreas snapped up even though his angry blue eyes never left Taye.

"That's precisely what I'm talking about!" Taye said. His voice was cooler than he ever remembered it.  He ignored the wrap on his hand for a moment and locked eyes with Andreas. "You bring this shit up right before one of my fights--always. It never ends with you! If its not one drama its another! I can't take this. You're messing with my game now."

"What are you trying to say?"

Taye, grabbed his water bottle and kicked his runners under the bench.  Snapping the lock close on his locker, he turned to give Andreas one final look. "You're the genius--you figure it out."

He left Andreas standing there.

[Flash Fic Friday] Thassos and King Cyamese

Thassos stood against the wall, watching King Cyamese pace the cell like a caged rat.  He wondered why the man was truly there but said naught.  Every inch of him was on high alert. He was aroused by the long haired, pristine clean man before him and he felt disgusted with himself.

This man holds your freedom in his hands. You hate him, remember?


"You have refused your freedom. Why is that?" Cyamese questioned, stopping long enough to peer at Thassos.

"I do not wish to give you a reason," Thassos replied.

"Yes. I am your king! You have to!" The man thundered. "You answer to me and no one else!"

Thassos didn't move, nor did he flinch at the man's obvious anger at being denied. "You are my king, your highness but you are a mere man. I do not answer to you."

"I can make it so that you are beheaded.  Fed to the ravenous beast of Belsar without so much as a second thought. Have you considered that?"

Thassos tilted his head. "You can do all those things, but you will not."

"And what makes you so certain of my course of action in this matter?" King Cyamese took a step toward the enslaved fighter and locked eyes with him.

Thassos smirked ever so slightly and bowed his head, not in a servant to a master way, but in a way that told of a secret to be told. "Because, your highness. I have seen the way you watch me.  Thine eyes tell of more than a mere master watching a slave."

"I know not of what you are prattling about." The king swung away.

Thassos took a breath. "You wish to taste of my body like lovers do. You wish to touch me, to feel my member pulsate within you. You are king. You are a master. You are most high and yet, you wish to bed me."

The King swung to face him again but quickly hurried from the cell slamming it shut behind him and shouting for the guards to lock the gates.

Thassos merely laughed.

[Flash Fic Friday] Danny and Marcus

Danny stared out the window at Marcus carrying the piece of fence over one shoulder.  Every muscle in the man's body twitched and danced so rhythmically, all he could do was press his nose closer to the glass and panted.  His hot breath fogged up the window and he rubbed a large fist to clear it.  He jammed his nose against it again, breathing through his mouth so the air hit the floor than the glass.  Years of playing football left Marcus built in every perfect way.
A sliver of saliva escaped Danny's lips. He moaned and boxed a hand against his chin to get the excess while using his free hand to twist his clothed nipples violently--just the way Marcus did the night before.  He whimpered.
"Marcus...."
Tapping on the window, Danny waited until Marcus looked up before smiling and running a hand over his abs.  He watched a smile trickled across Marcus' face before allowing the hand to slide lower. He unbuckled his pants, pushing them to his ankles and stroked his boxer covered, aroused cock while staring down at his lover. They'd only slept together once but Danny was no fool.  Marcus had a wild, passionate side about him--it was raw, rough and just so damned sexy. Thinking about it caused his dick to throb in his hand.  Marcus took a step forward, and Danny held up a hand before turning his back to the window and sticking his ass out.  He hoped it told Marcus precisely what he wanted.