Sloth
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Category:
S through Z › Tremors
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,404
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Tremors, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sloth
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You are a sloth!’ Earl exclaimed as he looked around the small trailer.
Val looked back at him and gave a cutely puzzled frown. “Now Earl, I know I ain’t no hairy beast.” He paused and gave a slight leer in his partner’s direction. “But I could be an animal with the right incentive…” He wriggled his hips in a mockery of a ‘come hither’ move causing Earl to laugh out loud.
“No, you horn dog. I mean look around here, it hasn’t been tidied up in weeks.” Earl gave a vague wave around the untidy area that was their home. “See under the table, Lord knows what you’ve kicked under there.”
Val grinned and went over to the table in front of Earl and leaned across it. Looking back over his shoulder, he winked. “Well, if I‘m a sloth I think I’ll just lay here and wait until someone else cleans up the mess.”
He propped himself on his elbows, wriggled his ass then he reached to his waist and loosened his belt. He saw Earl’s eyes deepen with desire, as he made sure the sound of his zipper was heard.
“Damnit Valentine, you aren’t playing fair!” Earl exclaimed. His hands were at his own belt as he approached his lax lover spread out over the table. Reaching out, he gently pushed Val down to the tabletop and chuckled as he got another ass wriggle in his face as the younger man shucked off his jeans.
Leaning over to the door, Earl flicked the lock and grabbed the tube of lube stashed in the kitchenette before standing behind his half naked partner. He dropped his hand to the bare ass and drifted his fingers across the pale flesh, watching with a smile a goosebumps rose in reaction to his teasing.
“C’mon Earl. Stop playing.”
He slapped Val’s ass and traced the reddened handprint to distract him as he prepared him with his other hand. Using his knee, he nudged Val’s legs apart. Briefly letting go of his lover, Earl opened his pants and pushed down on the denim and his boxers until they were low on his thighs. He stepped forward, his legs brushing the back of Val’s body. Earl’s balls and cock brushed the top of Val’s rear as Val waited making them both groan in anticipation.
“Brace yourself.” He waited until he saw Val had a grip on the table edge and then he slid into his lover’s body, revelling in the moans the action produced. A moment of silence passed and he began to thrust and pull, the gasps of pleasure pulled from both of them urging him on.
The table itself moaned as Earl collapsed his weight onto Val, his legs having given out after his orgasm. He felt low warm chuckles from his sated lover.
“What?”
“You feelin’ a bit slothful now, Earl?”
“Mighty slothful, I’m thinking the cleanup can wait till tomorrow.”
“Um Earl, we could actually use a cleanup now.” Val wriggled and grinned as Earl gasped and pulled back from him.
“Okay, so who’s gonna clean up that mess?” Earl cast his eyes below the table to see where the sticky smears of Val’s come was.
Val turned around and presented him with a fist. Earl sighed and raised his own fist in the other age-old game of paper, scissors, rock.
“One…two… three…”
The End
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You are a sloth!’ Earl exclaimed as he looked around the small trailer.
Val looked back at him and gave a cutely puzzled frown. “Now Earl, I know I ain’t no hairy beast.” He paused and gave a slight leer in his partner’s direction. “But I could be an animal with the right incentive…” He wriggled his hips in a mockery of a ‘come hither’ move causing Earl to laugh out loud.
“No, you horn dog. I mean look around here, it hasn’t been tidied up in weeks.” Earl gave a vague wave around the untidy area that was their home. “See under the table, Lord knows what you’ve kicked under there.”
Val grinned and went over to the table in front of Earl and leaned across it. Looking back over his shoulder, he winked. “Well, if I‘m a sloth I think I’ll just lay here and wait until someone else cleans up the mess.”
He propped himself on his elbows, wriggled his ass then he reached to his waist and loosened his belt. He saw Earl’s eyes deepen with desire, as he made sure the sound of his zipper was heard.
“Damnit Valentine, you aren’t playing fair!” Earl exclaimed. His hands were at his own belt as he approached his lax lover spread out over the table. Reaching out, he gently pushed Val down to the tabletop and chuckled as he got another ass wriggle in his face as the younger man shucked off his jeans.
Leaning over to the door, Earl flicked the lock and grabbed the tube of lube stashed in the kitchenette before standing behind his half naked partner. He dropped his hand to the bare ass and drifted his fingers across the pale flesh, watching with a smile a goosebumps rose in reaction to his teasing.
“C’mon Earl. Stop playing.”
He slapped Val’s ass and traced the reddened handprint to distract him as he prepared him with his other hand. Using his knee, he nudged Val’s legs apart. Briefly letting go of his lover, Earl opened his pants and pushed down on the denim and his boxers until they were low on his thighs. He stepped forward, his legs brushing the back of Val’s body. Earl’s balls and cock brushed the top of Val’s rear as Val waited making them both groan in anticipation.
“Brace yourself.” He waited until he saw Val had a grip on the table edge and then he slid into his lover’s body, revelling in the moans the action produced. A moment of silence passed and he began to thrust and pull, the gasps of pleasure pulled from both of them urging him on.
The table itself moaned as Earl collapsed his weight onto Val, his legs having given out after his orgasm. He felt low warm chuckles from his sated lover.
“What?”
“You feelin’ a bit slothful now, Earl?”
“Mighty slothful, I’m thinking the cleanup can wait till tomorrow.”
“Um Earl, we could actually use a cleanup now.” Val wriggled and grinned as Earl gasped and pulled back from him.
“Okay, so who’s gonna clean up that mess?” Earl cast his eyes below the table to see where the sticky smears of Val’s come was.
Val turned around and presented him with a fist. Earl sighed and raised his own fist in the other age-old game of paper, scissors, rock.
“One…two… three…”
The End