Tequila Heat
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Category:
M through R › Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,795
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tequila Heat
Fandom: OUATIM
Title: Tequila Heat (Officialy titled by Sandy... tanks gurlfren!)
Author: JD101
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sands/El
Disclaimer #1: They both belong to RR. I just want to make them dance.
Disclaimer #2: This is just a hobby... I make no money.
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Sands’ fingertips tingled sending a shot of electricity through his arm into the pit of his stomach. They were so sensitive lately.
Always looking for ways to amuse himself, Sands ran his fingertips lightly over the bumpy cover laid along El’s hips, feeling the roughness of cheap cotton and comparing it against El’s silky hair. He sighed and reached over to grab their shared bottle of Tequila. Again, he was struck by textures. Seduced by the bottle’s smooth hard neck and embossed paper label. He dipped into the rim, wetting his finger with sticky liquid, then ran his wet finger along El’s abdomen, letting the pungent alcohol and El’s sweat mingle. He put his fingertip in his mouth and licked the ridged pad tasting the familier combination of Tequila and salt. He wished he had a lime.
Sands didn’t know if El was still awake or had dozed off… he didn’t care. The heat of their room and the inferno from the other body in bed was overloading his senses. He felt like he was sliding into hell. His back stuck to the sheets as he rolled away from El’s body. He caught a whiff of manly musk and desert air.
His clay legs felt like they had been squeezed and pulled too many times. He ached in places he didn’t know he had as he sat up and swung them to the floor. Virtigo still gripped him at unexpected moments. Standing slowly, Sands felt a slight breeze over his body and carefully counted his steps as he crossed to the open window.
The night air revived him a little bit and he let his fingers roam over the splintery sill. Pins and needles raced up his legs as his feet rejoiced in stone cool floor tiles. He resisted the urge to lay down naked on the floor and let the stone absorb his heat. Instead, he leaned his bony shoulders against the stucco wall, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of a thousand tiny pricks against his back. Each sensation was distinct and poignant. A breeze tickled the course hair around his balls and he smiled, pushing his hips out to let the air caress him. Sands licked his hand and took firm hold of his cock.
He heard sheets rustle in the bed and wondered if El had turned toward him or away. It didn’t really matter to him. He began to work himself in a slow rhythm, squeezing the smooth head of his cock at the top of each stroke. His long body tightened and his breathing came in shorter puffs as his dick hardened in his hand. A bead of sweat escaped from his temple and slid down the mangled contours of his face, skirted his orbital ridge and dripped off the sharp corner of his jaw. He was leisurely about pleasing himself. He took his time and let his hands vary their stroke, gradually working up to a hard steady pounding that elicited a small grunt from his throat on each down stroke.
He heard El breathing raggedly in bed and he heard the slightest scritch of a hand moving quickly beneath a sheet. Sands wiped the sweat off his neck and thrust his cock into his fist. His dark stringy hair fell into his face as he bent his head down in concentration. He imagined himself silhouetted against the moonlit window. His prick was slick with pre-come and crazy hard. Sands grabbed the base of his cock and tightened his grip as a spike of heat ran up the shaft toward the swollen head. All it took was one moan from El and Sands exploded a stream of hot liquid into the cool desert air.
Sands turned to the window and inhaled a deep breath before counting his way back to the bed.
He felt El slip an arm around his slim waist and pull him close. For once, he didn’t resist.
“ You know what they say about that don’t you, cabron?” El whispered hoarsely into his ear.
“Ha,” Sands snorted. “Too late.” He turned his mangled face into the pillow. “You’re a mean man and I don’t like you,” Sands said quietly.
Title: Tequila Heat (Officialy titled by Sandy... tanks gurlfren!)
Author: JD101
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sands/El
Disclaimer #1: They both belong to RR. I just want to make them dance.
Disclaimer #2: This is just a hobby... I make no money.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sands’ fingertips tingled sending a shot of electricity through his arm into the pit of his stomach. They were so sensitive lately.
Always looking for ways to amuse himself, Sands ran his fingertips lightly over the bumpy cover laid along El’s hips, feeling the roughness of cheap cotton and comparing it against El’s silky hair. He sighed and reached over to grab their shared bottle of Tequila. Again, he was struck by textures. Seduced by the bottle’s smooth hard neck and embossed paper label. He dipped into the rim, wetting his finger with sticky liquid, then ran his wet finger along El’s abdomen, letting the pungent alcohol and El’s sweat mingle. He put his fingertip in his mouth and licked the ridged pad tasting the familier combination of Tequila and salt. He wished he had a lime.
Sands didn’t know if El was still awake or had dozed off… he didn’t care. The heat of their room and the inferno from the other body in bed was overloading his senses. He felt like he was sliding into hell. His back stuck to the sheets as he rolled away from El’s body. He caught a whiff of manly musk and desert air.
His clay legs felt like they had been squeezed and pulled too many times. He ached in places he didn’t know he had as he sat up and swung them to the floor. Virtigo still gripped him at unexpected moments. Standing slowly, Sands felt a slight breeze over his body and carefully counted his steps as he crossed to the open window.
The night air revived him a little bit and he let his fingers roam over the splintery sill. Pins and needles raced up his legs as his feet rejoiced in stone cool floor tiles. He resisted the urge to lay down naked on the floor and let the stone absorb his heat. Instead, he leaned his bony shoulders against the stucco wall, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of a thousand tiny pricks against his back. Each sensation was distinct and poignant. A breeze tickled the course hair around his balls and he smiled, pushing his hips out to let the air caress him. Sands licked his hand and took firm hold of his cock.
He heard sheets rustle in the bed and wondered if El had turned toward him or away. It didn’t really matter to him. He began to work himself in a slow rhythm, squeezing the smooth head of his cock at the top of each stroke. His long body tightened and his breathing came in shorter puffs as his dick hardened in his hand. A bead of sweat escaped from his temple and slid down the mangled contours of his face, skirted his orbital ridge and dripped off the sharp corner of his jaw. He was leisurely about pleasing himself. He took his time and let his hands vary their stroke, gradually working up to a hard steady pounding that elicited a small grunt from his throat on each down stroke.
He heard El breathing raggedly in bed and he heard the slightest scritch of a hand moving quickly beneath a sheet. Sands wiped the sweat off his neck and thrust his cock into his fist. His dark stringy hair fell into his face as he bent his head down in concentration. He imagined himself silhouetted against the moonlit window. His prick was slick with pre-come and crazy hard. Sands grabbed the base of his cock and tightened his grip as a spike of heat ran up the shaft toward the swollen head. All it took was one moan from El and Sands exploded a stream of hot liquid into the cool desert air.
Sands turned to the window and inhaled a deep breath before counting his way back to the bed.
He felt El slip an arm around his slim waist and pull him close. For once, he didn’t resist.
“ You know what they say about that don’t you, cabron?” El whispered hoarsely into his ear.
“Ha,” Sands snorted. “Too late.” He turned his mangled face into the pillow. “You’re a mean man and I don’t like you,” Sands said quietly.