Fanfic: Good Clean Fun (1/1)

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Title: Good Clean Fun
Author: Avarice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sula/Lewis
Spoilers: -
Summary: Lewis the reticent werewolf is charged with the job of dealing with the smell of Sula the charismatic caveman.
Word Count: 3740
Date First Posted: 2005?
Date Revised - 21-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Here's another 'so obscure but I love it' fic. Crossover with Scorch County, and the (still) unfinished original fic collaboration called Alternative Medicine, Sula the caveman being a main character. Sula's based somewhat off Fox from FH, and he's just so frickin' charming he's able to shag just about anyone (as the next fic will attest to). There's no explanation as to why he's in Scorch, he just showed up. And yeah, Lewis just seemed like the right match for him.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

Lewis smelled smoke.

He sniffed the air experimentally as he got closer to his house. Nothing looked amiss--

--save for the thin plume of brown smoke streaking the sky above his roof.

Lewis allowed himself the luxury of a curse. He bounded straight up from the path to the porch (jumping two steps) and flung the front door open. There was a wall of tainted air inside that stung his lungs and eyes. Lewis pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and covered his mouth and nose.

The smoke smelled particularly foul, but unfortunately didn't quite mask the scent of barbecue and singed hair. Brown tendrils drifted across the roof, so Lewis bent as he ran towards the kitchen, as it seemed to be the source.

There was a fire in the middle of his kitchen floor.

Not a large one, but then again, kitchen floors were not built for fire. There were branches and foliage Lewis didn't recognise piled into the flames, and he wondered if that was the cause of such foul-smelling smoke.

A figure was hunched over the fire, poking at it.

***

It took roughly six days for the smell to become a problem.

The realisation that he'd had a caveman living in his small house for almost a week seemed like it should be odd to Lewis, and yet there was Sula, sitting cross-legged in the middle of his living room.

But something really had to be done about the smell.

Lewis hadn't seen Sula bathe since he arrived. It was stupid to expect a caveman to know how to take a shower, but Sula had already worked out the faucets in the kitchen, so Lewis had assumed he might have made some attempt to clean himself.

The only thing Sula used those taps for was drinking. He cupped the water in his hands, or put his mouth over the spout, both of which made Lewis cringe. Whether it was because it reminded Lewis too much of an animal, or because he was just fastidious and wanted to use the sink, too, he wasn't sure.

On the seventh day, when Gods were resting from their work, Lewis introduced Sula to the shower.

It wasn't hard to get him into the bathroom; Lewis held out a Twix chocolate bar with one hand and beckoned with the other. Once Sula was in the room, Lewis gave the man his chocolate. As easily and as non-threatening as he could, he closed the door.

Sula watched him as he ate the chocolate, one eyebrow slightly raised. Lewis considered the possibility that Sula might freak out or attack him when closed in, but the caveman seemed relaxed, if watchful.

"You're going to wash up," Lewis explained in a soothing voice, the kind he might talk to a strange or wild animal with. He pulled back the shower curtain and saw Sula's interest pique. "This is the shower. It's not going to hurt. Warm water will come out of the nozzle up here, and it will get you clean." Lewis demonstrated, turning on the taps, and water began to fall from the showerhead.

Sula lost total interest in his chocolate, dropping it to the floor. He stepped forward, looking curiously up at the silver showerhead. His dark hand reached out to touch the flow of water, only to pull back at the last moment, unsure.

"It's ok," Lewis told him, putting his own hand under the spray. It ricocheted off his hand and gave Sula a taste of warm water. Sula babbled a few words Lewis couldn't understand in excitement, reaching out again and touching the water for himself. Lewis couldn't help but give a little smile.

"Now," Lewis turned to the countertop, and unwrapped a new bar of soap, "this is to clean yourself with. You scrub it into your skin--" he mimed washing his arms, "--and it gets rid of dirt and bad smells. Do you want to try?" Lewis offered the bar to Sula.

Sula pulled his hand from the water and took the bar of pale yellow soap. He felt the texture with his fingers before smelling it. It was a slightly scented soap - Lewis wouldn't normally use anything like that himself. He was grateful he actually worked at the market and could take it without anyone making comments about his sudden desire to smell like dandelions and lemongrass.

Sula lifted the soap to his face and sniffed it experimentally. He grinned, and Lewis got the impression he recognised the scent of dandelions. This was proven when Sula made to put it in his mouth.

"Oh no no no NO NO-" Lewis began in his soothing tone but soon got louder as the soap made it closer to Sula's mouth. Lewis reached to grab it, but didn't have to. The moment Sula's teeth sunk into the bar, he grimaced and pulled it out of his mouth. He spent a few moments, in which Lewis desperately tried not to laugh, making bizarre faces and scraping his tongue, trying to get the horrible taste out.

The soap tasting had an unexpected, but completely welcome side effect. Sula stepped into the tub voluntarily -- still decked out in his animal skins and beads and teeth -- standing under the flow of water with his mouth open, trying to rid himself of the soapy aftertaste. Lewis looked surprised, but cautiously optimistic. He had been prepared for cajoling, bribery, and possibly shower-by-force. It was a satisfactory outcome.

Only satisfactory because Sula still wore his fetid-smelling skins. Possibly difficult things so far had gone so well, Lewis hoped his luck held out when he tried to undress the caveman.

Sula had his eyes closed, head tipped back and mouth open under the showerhead, thoroughly enjoying the warm water that fell over him. He eventually looked over to Lewis with a wide grin. Lewis picked up the discarded soap and held it out to Sula once again. Sula screwed up his nose at it.

"It's like I showed you before," explained Lewis, letting the soap become wet in the spray. He rubbed it in his hands to get a lather going. Sula watched him skeptically. "It makes bubbles and you rub it on your skin to clean up." Lewis rubbed his hands together in demonstration, then very slowly reached out to hold the soap to Sula's bare forearm. He rubbed it gently against the dark skin, allowing a lather to form.

Sula watched as the yellow lather turned brown and dirt washed away from his skin. After allowing Lewis to wash his arm, he took the soap. It was slippery and he almost dropped it, but Sula washed his other arm himself.

Lewis gave him an encouraging smile. "That's very good. But we need to wash the rest of you, too." He mimed scrubbing his chest with the soap. It was at that moment he decided to take the bull by the horns.

Sula's skins were layered - the bulk of them went over his head to keep his chest and back protected, but there was a brown shaggy pelt that wrapped itself around his hips.

Lewis lifted the outermost skin over Sula's head. While Sula didn't seem to protest, he did ask something in his own language that sounded as though it could be a question. "I need to get you clean," Lewis replied, "you smell bad. Awful, in fact. You need to take these off."

Sula didn't protest, and so Lewis set to his task of removing the layers of pelts. Wet fur was unappealing at the best of times, but wet dirty fur was even worse. Sula smelled like a wet dog. Lewis did his best not to cringe as he threw the skins into his laundry basket that had been fitted with a garbage bag.

Soon Sula's top half was completely bare, save for the three strings of animal teeth around his neck. He seemed thrilled at the warm water touching his skin directly. Lewis took the hand with the soap in it and directed it towards Sula's chest. Sula rubbed it in slow circles over his chest, pleased when Lewis nodded and smiled at him.

With Sula somewhat distracted, Lewis took to the job of unfastening the caveman's loincloth with a forced sense of detachment. It came away from his hips easily. Lewis did his best not to look at Sula's endowments, though he did catch a glimpse of the caveman's half-hard dick out of the corner of his eye.

Lewis turned and made to put the loincloth in the garbage bag, then quite unexpectedly changed his mind, laying it on top of the laundry basket instead.

When he turned back, Sula was staring at him.

Lewis coughed, but he didn't back down. Instead, he stood upright, and straightened his back. Sula was half a head taller, which initially surprised him, as he wasn't exactly a short man.

Sula's eyes were dark, boring into his with a challenging ferocity. Lewis accepted the challenge. Rivulets of water ran down between the dark man's eyes and over his cheeks, dripping down the hairs of his beard.

In the back of Lewis' mind, he registered that Sula was now naked. He had seen the caveman naked before -- with interesting results -- but this was different. This time Lewis had undressed him.

Lewis was used to staring contests and holding his ground. He had never backed down from Aaron in the same situation yet. But this time...

He couldn't help it, his eyes flicked down. In an instant, they took in Sula's tightly packed abdominals, the trail of wiry dark hair that led over a taut, brown stomach, and the erection that was more than half-hard now.

By the time he flicked his eyes back up to Sula's, the caveman was smiling.

Sula reached out and grabbed a fistful of Lewis' polo and pulled him closer. Unable to stop his forward movement immediately, Lewis picked up his feet and stepped over the edge of the tub, thus saving his knees from smacking into the porcelain.

The hair on Lewis' head quickly plastered to his forehead, just as his shirt and shorts stuck to his skin. "I was expecting to get wet, but I didn't plan on getting in here with you," Lewis said. While he wasn't exactly happy, he wasn't stepping out of the shower, either.

Sula said something to him, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. His hand moved down Lewis' chest, feeling him through the wet material. Lewis didn't want to look down; he just kept watching Sula's face.

When Sula's hand reached the hem of his shirt, he lifted it up. The other hand joined in, pulling the wet fabric up and over Lewis' head. Lewis raised his arms reluctantly. He hated the feeling of the wet fabric stuck to his skin, anyway.

Sula took the soap that he had so proudly been using to scrub his own body. With a curved smile, Sula rubbed the soap in slow circles on Lewis' chest, just as he'd been taught. "I didn't mean for you to wash me," Lewis mumbled, but didn't stop his hand.

Lewis closed his eyes. He still wasn't used to being touched so readily. It felt nice, as nice as the warm water beating down onto his shoulders and head. He was just beginning to relax when another hand worked its way up and around his neck, pulling him forward.

Without opening his eyes, Lewis was kissed. Sula kissed like he ate -- with enthusiasm and gusto. His tongue thrust inside Lewis' mouth, hand at the back keeping the werewolf from moving away even a tiny bit. There was a clunk as the soap hit the floor, and Lewis found his body pressed tightly against Sula's.

Sula nibbled and bit at Lewis' lips, before moving his mouth over the stubbly jaw and down over the bobbing Adam's apple. Lewis groaned when he felt Sula's teeth clamp over the muscle, and the caveman's tongue lave at it.

Lewis reached out tentatively to touch the body in front of him. Sula murmured his obvious approval into the skin of Lewis' neck. Lewis' fingers ran down Sula's back and sides. The dark man was just skin and muscle -- there wasn't an ounce of fat on his frame, even with the amount of chocolate bars he tended to take from the market.

And he smelled better already.

Lewis could feel Sula's very hard dick pressing into his hip. It had taken his body one night to get used to the idea that another man's erection could be sexy; now it seemed a trigger for his own excitement. Lewis made a low growl deep in his throat as he felt Sula's wiry hairs brush the sensitive skin of his cock. Sula felt the growl and bit down on the juncture between the werewolf's neck and shoulder.

The biting and grinding tended to hit some kind of animalistic button inside Lewis' head. He pulled Sula's mouth quite roughly back to his own, kissing him fiercely. Lewis thought he might have finally been in control until he felt a jolt as his back hit the cold tile wall.

Sula pressed Lewis' shoulders into the tiles. The caveman had taken the change in attitude all in his stride, kissing Lewis back ferociously with nipping teeth and bruising lips. Dark hands were pressed firmly into Lewis' shoulders, keeping him against the wall. With all his extra strength, Lewis was unsure he could get away if he tried. He wasn't sure he'd want to, anyway.

The pressure on Lewis' shoulders abated as Sula moved down his body. He licked and nuzzled a trail down Lewis' pectorals and stomach, giving him a stinging bite on the curve of his lower stomach, the place he'd given a split second of admiration to on Sula himself.

He looked down as Sula looked up at him, water streaming over his face. The caveman's hair had come undone, and was plastered with its colourful beads to his head. Sula's eyes were so dark in the dimness of the shower they were almost black. He smiled at Lewis and kept contact with his eyes even as he engulfed the head of Lewis' cock with his mouth.

Lewis wanted to watch -- did watch for the first few swipes of the caveman's tongue -- but couldn't after that. His head made a dull thump against the tiles, and there was a roar in his ears that drowned out any sounds he might've made in response.

Sula heard them, though. His tongue curled around Lewis' shaft expertly tantalising the sensitive areas. Lewis vaguely wondered if all dicks had the same sensitive spots, or Sula had just learnt his in a very short period of time. Lewis shouted as Sula lifted his cock with one hand, ever so gently scraping his teeth on the join between his erection and his balls.

Lewis thought he would die when Sula's mouth actually moved down, one hand rubbing the crown of Lewis' cock in a simple pattern. He bucked off the wall, but not too far as another hand exerted pressure on his hips.

Before long, Sula had his entire mouth around Lewis' erection. Lewis tried not to thrust but the urge was very difficult to suppress. Sula didn't mind all that much, he allowed it but kept Lewis from thrusting too hard.

Lewis looked down again, watching the spectacle that was his own blowjob. Watching threatened to turn Lewis' legs to jelly, but Sula somehow kept him upright. The air was full of moisture and steam and the smell of his and Sula's arousal. His eyes began to roll back into his head.

Sula's teeth grazed a vein on the underside of Lewis' cock and the werewolf jumped. Sula gave a wicked grin around his erection, and playtime was over, just like that.

The dark man rose, hands gripping Lewis' thighs with force. Lewis watched Sula rise into his field of vision, and then he was facing the tiles. Sula's hands now rested on his waist, and Lewis stuck his ass out quite involuntarily. The action was noticed, and slick wet hands ran down the curve of both cheeks.

A finger brushed his concealed opening, and Lewis sucked in a thick gasp. Sula worked his fingertips in a little more with each thrust of his digits. There was nothing to be used as a lubricant in the shower, and Lewis didn't fancy utilising the cheap 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner he'd bought to attack the tangles in Sula's hair.

It was a bit uncomfortable for Lewis, but not enough for him to tell Sula to stop. He'd had far more painful things happen to him in the past. Sula worked his fingers firmly, but not roughly. It was impossible for Lewis not to move with them, resting his forehead against the cold tiles and groaning.

Lewis felt bereft when the fingers were gone, but the blunt tip of the caveman's cock soon replaced them. Sula used one hand to grip Lewis' hip firmly, the other guiding and positioning. With a slow but steady push, Sula was inside Lewis.

It was as though all the oxygen was sucked out of the tiny, steam-filled room. Lewis flattened both palms against the tiles, steadying himself. He could hear Sula's breathing just over his shoulder, hotter than the water on his skin.

Lewis jerked forward when Sula's teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder, tongue working over his skin. He said words, words that Lewis didn't have the faintest idea what they meant, but they sounded good and throaty in his ear.

The hand that had been on Lewis' hip moved around to the front very slowly. Fingers trailed over his lower belly, and soon curled around Lewis' straining cock. He jerked forward again at the contact, but Sula never lost his consistent rhythm.

Sula's dark hand stroked his shaft and squeezed his balls in an expert fashion. Lewis couldn't even imagine where the caveman had picked up such exemplary fucking and reach-around techniques, nor did he care where. He turned his head to the side, cheek against the tiles to watch the movement of Sula behind him.

Sula thrust up, harder than he had previously, and Lewis made a strained noise. With a grin, Sula leant forward, pressing his lips to Lewis' cheek. The werewolf turned as much as his neck would allow, so Sula could at least make contact with the corner of his mouth.

When Sula next thrust, hips smacking against Lewis' ass, his dick glanced the man's prostate. Lewis shouted, his knees buckling forward to smack the tiles. He cursed, but didn't lose his balance, as Sula's strong hands held his hips firmly.

Lewis felt Sula withdraw and didn't know why until strong hands spun him around by the shoulders. With his back pressed against the wall this time, Lewis found Sula was just as eager to continue as he was. Lewis felt Sula's warm fingers at his perineum, guiding his erection back in. The discomfort was soothed by Sula's mouth.

Sula could do many things at once, like kiss Lewis fiercely, thrust with force, and also pull his swollen cock with a closed fist. Water flew into Lewis' eyes in a fine spray, and he had to close them. His shoulder blades ached from being shoved against the hardness of the tiles, but everything below them felt so good it hardly mattered.

Lewis tried to speak, to tell the caveman what he wanted, but Sula seemed to know instinctively. The grip on Lewis' cock became tighter and firmer, the pulls quick and staccato rather than long and measured. When they fell in time with a particularly deep thrust Lewis yelled, his head sliding back to expose his throat.

It finally came to that being the last straw -- a pull, a thrust, and then a particularly stinging bite on the tender area of his throat just beneath his Adam's apple. Lewis came with a shuddering half-growl, half-moan, and slumped against Sula's body.

Sula took his weight, never once faltering. His hand gave Lewis' cock a few last milking pulls before drifting down to his hips. The firm grip was back, and it was not long before Sula came as well, a hiss and a grunt signaling release.

Lewis brought a shaking hand up to his eyes, shielding them from the spray of water. Sula's chest rose and fell quickly with his exertion, yet he still had enough energy to give a satisfied grin. Unable to help himself, Lewis returned a small smile. Sula kissed him then, soft and tender and soothing. It took a moment, but Lewis returned it, cupping the side of the man's face.

With a solicitous gentleness that Lewis never expected from the caveman, Sula withdrew with care, and helped make sure Lewis had a steady footing.

For some reason, Lewis didn't feel that confident standing up. With Sula's help, he sat himself down in the tub, back resting against the curved, white ceramic. Sula crouched in front of him, knees bowed out, much like he did in the aisles of the market when pulling things from the shelves.

Lewis cleared his throat. "Well," he said in his soft, instructing voice from earlier, "that was how to take a shower." Sula looked around and picked up the soap. He rubbed it in circles on Lewis' knee, smiling like a child when Lewis nodded his encouragement.

Lewis' eyes quickly looked the caveman up and down; dark mocha skin stretched over well-defined muscles, water sloughing off his body in rivers, black hair plastered to his head and skin, and the vaguely animal-like crouch.

It touched something inside Lewis' head, and also in the pit of his belly. Propping himself up off the porcelain with his elbows, he reached past Sula and grabbed the bath plug. The caveman watched him very closely as Lewis reached underneath his crouching form (and very close to certain naked parts) and blocked the drain.

With a press of a button, the water stopped falling from above and began pouring through the spout behind Sula. Warm water began to accumulate quickly, covering Sula's toes in only a few moments.

Lewis cleared his throat. "And this is how to take a bath."

Sula grinned, and crawled forward.

 

~finis