Series: 100 Original Fics
Character: Fox Maharassa
Prompt: 062 - Spring
Summary: It's too nice a day to waste.
Word Count: 581
Date First Posted: 12-01-2005
Date Revised: 02-06-2011
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ
Collin's hair looked wispy and fine against the thick woven rug. It was spread in a halo above his head. The ground beneath the rug was slightly uneven, and there were a few twigs underneath his back, but it didn't bother him too much.
He reached up to touch the smooth skin of Fox's chest. The shirt the dark haired man wore was unbuttoned and hung loosely on his wiry frame. Fox was currently thrusting into Collin with long, deep strokes. Collin's hands quested for Fox's bare skin, touching his stomach and back and murmuring words of encouragement.
Fox did not reply save to grunt a little. The tips of his long bangs tickled Collin's face when he leant forward, which he did a lot to kiss him. The kisses were slow and lazy, but with underlying purpose, just like the movement of Fox's hips.
Resting his weight on his left elbow, Fox's right hand moved to Collin's dick. His fingers curled around the top of the shaft, and he used his thumb to rub rhythmic circles around the head. Collin's hips left the ground, moving with Fox's thrusts.
Collin groaned, his face flushed with pleasure. He was mesmerised by the movement of Fox's body above him. Also with the sounds of the birds in the trees around them both, the distant cars and the gentle westerly breeze.
The blond reached up, fingers scraping past Fox's nipples. It caused him to pause for a moment, and Collin took the opportunity to pinch and tweak them.
"Collin..." Fox grumbled throatily, looking down at his boyfriend's mischievous face. Collin didn't answer except to tug them again, a little harder.
The ensuing thrust grazed his prostate and made Collin's eyes roll into the back of his head. They soon rolled back into place at Fox's insistence. He threaded fingers in Collin's golden mane on the one hand, the other pumped just a little bit harder.
"Look at me," Fox said, kissing the corner of Collin's mouth. Collin had little choice but to comply. With supreme effort, he tried to focus on the blueness of Fox's eyes.
They watched him intensely, roaming all over his face, cataloguing in fine detail. Sometimes they stopped at a place, like his lips or his nose or cheek for a while, and Fox's lips would have to come down and make contact with that spot. Collin didn't mind. He reached up to meet them time and time again.
Collin came first, his back forming an arc off the ground. With gentle words he urged Fox on, and rubbed his back when his boyfriend fell forward, spent.
After a few moments, Fox turned his head and initiated afterglow with a series of long and breath-stealing kisses. Collin returned them with enthusiasm, touching Fox's face gently, before kindly pushing him up.
Fox reached for the serviettes and handed Collin some, to make quick work of the cleaning process. Collin sat up, wiped his stomach and re-buttoned his dress shirt. Fox did the same, and pulled up his khakis.
"The picnic was a great idea, Boss," Fox grinned.
"It was, wasn't it?" Collin agreed. He looked around the park with some satisfaction. "I've always wanted to do that," he admitted.
"Yeah. Well now we know; picnic sex is good." He glanced at the basket of foods. "Want some dessert?"
Collin's eyes slipped down to Fox's newly re-buckled belt and looked up. "Yes." Fox met Collin’s eyes and grinned sharply.