Adam Hills/Sledge - Sledge

[wolfanfics]

Yep, here it is. The result of listening to that lovely mp3 highandrandom posted 45 times in a row for inspiration. XD Currently the most played audio on my Winamp. Yes, this indicates that I have no life.

So, I bring you teh arm!porn. Adam/Sledge, for no other reason than I thought it would be hilarious. When I get the inspiration, I'll write Hamish/Sledge.

Title: Sledge
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AUSComedy
Characters: Adam/Sledge
Prompt: #50 Writer’s Choice: Arm!Porn
Word Count: 1,583
Rating: M/MA – nothing terribly graphic sex-wise here.
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 4/50
Author's Notes/Summary: He’s brought this one upon himself, he has. *giggles* Arm!porn! XD And with Sledge, cos that would be fucking hilarious. And hence, it’s AU, because Sledge doesn’t exist. I decided against using Sledge for role-play. I thought he’d prefer to be a character in his own right. Adam’s POV. In case you've got no idea who Sledge is, think Sledge = Bono the Vampire Slayer. *giggles* Think Bono with Spike’s wardrobe. Or possibly Angel’s.) (In case you missed it, it was Hamish on ‘Thank God You’re Here’, ep 8.)

* blatantly stolen quoted from Adam’s live CD. I listened to the above mp3 45 times to make sure I got the words right. That’s dedication.


Sledge
I'm lying in bed, head spinning, rapidly falling asleep. I swear it’s about 3 am or something horrendously late. I assume I’m at my place. I know I’m in bed. And there’s someone with me, I think. I can feel them pressed against me. Must be my girlfriend. I know I have an arm around them. I can’t remember the last time I was this drunk. I fall asleep before I bother to move my other arm, so I fall asleep on my shoulder. Silly mistake. Shouldn’t have done that. I wake some time later with a numb arm. Groaning in numbing pain, I roll over onto my back, and I feel an arm lying across my stomach. Must be my girlfriend. With a grin, I start stroking it, expecting to feel her soft skin against my hand. But, it doesn’t quite feel right.

Oh man, she’s let herself go. Strange, she’s been working out. Hang on, that’s a man’s arm! Oh my God, there’s a man in bed with me and I’m stroking his arm! There’s – oh! Oh, it’s mine. Oh, it’s mi – oh, thank God. That’s it, I’m obviously not gay.*

But by now, there’s a wave of pain as the feeling returns to my arm and I come to realise that I can feel another arm across my stomach. This irks me out. There really is another man in bed with me? Oh, my God. I turn to see who’s lying next to me. It is another man. Oh, fuck. I can’t see his face, so I sit up in bed, reluctantly turning on the lamp next to the bed. I have to squint against the bright light until my head stops aching.

When I open my eyes, there is indeed a man lying next to me. Greasy black hair, almost reaching his shoulders. Nice body, though. Smooth skin. He’s sprawled on the bed on his stomach, obviously asleep. I have no idea who he is. I don’t want to wake him by turning him over so I can see his face. I look around the room, seeing a long black leather trench coat on the floor, along with what I recognise as my own clothes, and my foot.

“This is odd. Where did I find him? Why is he here? Who is he?” I say quietly, trying not to wake him. “Where’s my girl?”

I notice he’s stirring now. Must be because of the light. He lifts his head to look at me. And when I see his face, my stomach gets all queasy. Now I recognise him. Sledge, hottest rock star in the world. Of all the celebrities to end up in bed with, it has to be a guy and it has to be him. So I’m quite willing to admit he is kinda cute, but I’m so not crushing on him. My brain tries to remember how I met him and how we ended up back here. Oh my fucking God. How did he-?

“Hey there gorgeous. Anything the matter?” he says, interrupting my thoughts.

“How did you get here? What happened to-” I say, trying to be coherent in spire of my shock.

“You don’t remember?” he says, sitting up and moving towards me. I can see he’s naked too. “You have quite the flirtatious nature, you do. You invited me back here. You, ah, gave me quite an enjoyable evening.” I don’t like the look in his eyes or the tone of his voice as he brushes a hand over my thigh. His words tell me everything and nothing. Did I…? Did we…? I can hardly finish my thoughts. No way did I sleep with him, even if we were drunk. I don’t like that sort of thing. I might love everything gay men love, but not the sex thing. That’s just… weird.

“What-what are you-”

My breath catches in my throat as he’s getting closer to me, his face so close I can see into his bright blue eyes. I think I’m still drunk, because I can’t seem to move fast enough to stop him pinning me to the bed. His heavy body pins me down, his hands stroking my arms. He’s studying me, I think. His eyes stare down into mine. It’s almost unnerving. I want to pull away, but something in his gaze makes me lie still.

“You have such beautiful arms, Adam. Strong arms. Protector’s arms. Do you want to protect me, Adam?” he says, his voice low and husky and full of lust.

Oh, God. This… this isn’t good, is it? But, his hands are so soft. That feels good. Why am I enjoying this? I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I’m not gay… am I?

He takes one of my hands and starts kissing my fingers, sliding them into his mouth one by one. A part of me finds this the strangest thing in the world, and if I weren’t as drunk as I am now, I’d push him away and such, but, my body seems to have shut down, not wanting to move. I don’t like this. My body’s reacting to his hot, wet tongue sliding over my skin, even if my mind’s not following. His tongue’s flitting over my finger, he’s so young, hot, and sweet, and I swear this shouldn’t be turning me on as badly as it is.

I feel his hand clasp around my cock, warm skin, and suddenly, I realise I’m already hard, and getting harder by the second. I swear, if he keeps this up, I’ll be gone. How the hell does he know just how to touch me like this? How does he know just how to turn me on? He starts stroking me, still licking and sucking my fingers, and in spite of how badly I want to push away from him, I’m actually quite enjoying this. I never thought I’d ever enjoy having another man touch me like this. Men are hard and rough. Women are… so soft and beautiful. A woman’s touch can be oh so delicious. Men just don’t do it for me. Not that I begrudge anyone who likes that sort of thing, it’s just not for me.

I have to shiver as he starts kissing up my arm, stroking my arms with his soft hands. His fingers touch me so softly and lightly, and maybe it’s the cool air in the room that’s making me shiver, but his touch is incredible. How does he do this? How is he cutting through my straight mind and pushing all the right buttons? How does he know just how to get me excited? I’m scared at how readily and willingly my body’s reacting to him. It’s scaring me more than I’d like. 

“I’d love to take you home with me. You can stay with me and protect me. I want to feel your arms around me. Beautiful arms. Strong arms. So muscular. I love strong arms. They keep me safe. Do you want to hold me, Adam?” he says, leaning in to whisper in my ear, his tongue flitting against my skin.

I shiver at his voice, somehow greatly turned on by this. There’s something about his touch that sends the sensible straight part of my brain away. I find myself reaching up to him, grabbing his arms hard, keeping him close to me. Suddenly, he’s kissing down my neck, making his way down my chest. I reluctantly let him go as he moves down towards my groin. I grab a hand in mine, clutching onto him as he lies between my legs, his free hand clutched around my cock as his tongue flits over the head.

It takes all my strength not to scream out as he takes me into his mouth. It’s so hard to not be turned on by this. I want to push away from him, but my body seems to love everything he’s doing to me. He’s obviously very good at this. My body gives into his ministrations, and he makes me cum hard. He must be the only man who’s ever made me cum. I never imagined that would ever be possible. He licks me clean before crawling into my arms again, clutching onto me tightly. I hold him back, staring up at the ceiling as he leans his head against my chest.

There’s something very strange about this. I want to hold him back, want to protect him, but it still feels weird. Maybe the straight part of my mind has returned. It realises what’s just happened. I let a guy suck me off, and I fucking enjoyed it too. But he’s falling asleep in my arms, and I can’t bear to move him. Besides, it’s my bed, and I’m not sleeping on the couch. I’m falling asleep too, arms around him, his warm body pressed against me, quietly wondering if I’d let this happen if I wasn’t drunk. I don’t have much time to ponder that before I fall asleep again.

By the time I wake up in the morning, he’s nowhere to be found. I’m left wondering if my memories are all a very strange but enjoyable dream. It’s as if he’s a ghost, coming to me for the night before vanishing into the air come dawn. I doubt if I’ll ever know if that was real or not. It’ll remain my secret. This’ll be the one story I’ll never tell. Who’d believe me if I told them?

Comments

[fan-girl63.livejournal.com]

yay!
it gives me goosebumps just thinking about it

[lexicalcrow]

Hehe, excellent. Now I just have to write the damn thing. XD

[fan-girl63.livejournal.com]

hahaha