NaNoWriMo Day 5. "Freakshow" excerpt -- (Usual Qale warning absolutely positively most definitely applies this time.)
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Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 5 '08, 19:38
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�I�ll think about it, okay?� Devyn told me. The sound of his voice muffled by the whoosh of all of the flaming torches I�d thrown at him. They were almost symbolic of the glares and harsh words we shared with one another. I also hoped they were a symbol of how passionate I now felt for him.
But just as fire melts, it also burns.
�I ynow yyou�ll fynd ynothyer hyere. Ynothyer yin Ashville nyext. Thyen tyo Virgina Beach.�
�Haddy,� Devyn sighed even as he began working the juggle routine back to tossing me some of the weight of six flaming batons. I fold my arms across my bare chest, but the broad smirk on my face is an obvious clue that I�m not angry or upset anymore. My brother doesn�t dare start flinging them my way yet, but he does give the last in the series a fake flip that makes it appear he was going to.
�I just want in.� I drop the twinspeak as well as my hands. My fingers hook along the waistline of my jeans. A little shiver crawls down my spine as I decide to wedge my digits lower, revealing more of my lower belly.
�But, I don�t know if I can give you what�� Devyn�s voice drops to silence. The whoosh of the flaming torches once again is all that�s heard. I lower my head, but not my gaze, even as my fingers have unfastened my jeans. The zipper�s teeth groan as its pulled down, and my hands have lowered my clothing. My hips are bared. My underwear tugged down with the jeans allowing my private hair to start to be glimpsed.
�Haddy.� It�s Devyn�s voice again, but it�s barely a breathed whisper as he seems nearer and the rush of the flaming torches are louder than before.
I lift my head even as my hands are so very slowly revealing more and more. My eyes widen as I watch he lets a torch fall from his throwing hand to bounce on the ground. He�s still counting the routine, even as a second, and third torch move from his right hand, flicking up to the sky, then down to his left, before being let fall deliberately to the ground.
The forth torch falls just about when I�ve backed us up a few paces towards the open back door of our trailer. Behind Devyn, the relinquished batons slowly burn themselves out as their fire isn�t constantly fueled by being twirled in the air.
When the fifth torch is passed into Devyn�s throwing hand but instead rather dropped unceremoniously to the ground, I�ve allowed my jeans to finally fall to my ankles. The underwear halfway down thighs, I�ve exposed myself to Devyn and albeit briefly to anyone else who�d been witness to our unusual practice.
With the sixth, and final fiery baton dropped, my twin�s hot hands go to my hips and he lifts my light frame up to be seated on the edge of the trailer. He reaches casually toward the swinging door and pulls it closer to shield my nakedness from onlookers. It�s one of the only moments we weren�t staring into each other�s eyes.
Devyn�s hands sweep up my chest, encouraging me to lay my head back, and I do. Then, that very chest rises strongly as I inhale deeply when I feel the hot, wet lips grace the head of my strengthening erection. He takes my left hand in his, and uses the right one to stroke at my cock�s base. Easy, slow strokes, sending shivers down to my dangling feet.
Once he�s added his entire suckling mouth, I finally allow my eyes to close. My back trys to arch upward when Devyn�s head begins to really bob up and down, but he reaches up and forces it down with a strong hand.
I grit my teeth, fighting back a quick orgasm. It�s an impossible battle, of course. After all, I�m obtaining at least a fraction of what I�d realized I desired. For whatever reason, Devyn had either decided this didn�t detract any from what he believed, or that it at least put off anything he didn�t really want to decide.
I didn�t believe, even with his lips tightly wrapped about my cock, that he was doing this because he was as in love with me as he was discovering I was with him.
But, of course, when his hand returned to the base of my dick, the strokes coming faster and in cooperation with the suckling of his mouth, I was starting to at least not care nearly as much at the moment. Believing in the connection and the pleasure, I wrapped my ankles about his legs. I re-opened my eyes and cast downward glances across the expanse of my shirtless body, catching glimpses of his eyes looking right back up at me.
My hips jerked, and he raised his head, allowing his hand to caress over the slickness of my rigid inches. My free hand darted up to catch the back of his neck, I pull him back down even as I fight off orgasm.
Devyn grunts, but obliges in the nick of time. The hot confines of his mouth upon my cockhead once more, I let the spring inside my groin release. The thick pulses of pleasure are so much stronger than that of the night before. My fingers trail down the side of my twin�s face, and I feel the muscles of his throat contract when he swallows what I�ve given him.
Or forced upon him.
He lets go of my hand, lets go of my spent sex, and raises his head. I can�t tell if he�s looking down at me with judgment in those green eyes, or with a different kind of inspired admiration.
�Better?�
I feel my nose wrinkle a little in disdain for his simple one syllable question. It was an experience so delightful, something I�d treasure and think about so strongly. And that was all he could say?
Fortunately, he followed up such a inadequate response with leaning up against my still reclined body, and brushing my lips with his own. It wasn�t a full on kiss, but something delicate and fleeting. Devyn read me like a book. And even after he slithered away attending to the discarded torches, I decided that I did, in fact, feel better.
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