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12843 No.12843
Title: Sweet talk
Author: Soraya
Rating: Adults Only (NC-17)
Genre: Slash, First Time
Pairing: Harry/Perry
Disclaimer: Not mine, Shane Black and others own Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Warnings: Contains descriptions of male/male sexual activity

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Before we get started, I need to get one thing straight: this is all Perry's fault.

You're surprised, I can tell. Which kind of hurts my feelings and shit, but guess what: I'll get over it! I'm used to being underestimated. Perry does it all the time, along with the swearing and the shouting and that incredibly gay nose-tapping thing that kind of reminds me of my niece Chloe.

Okay, see what I did there? How I slipped in the thing about Perry swearing without making it seem like a total non sequitur? That part's important; you'll find out why in a minute; but for the purposes me narrating here, let's just say that Perry swears a lot when he's mad.

Which he kind of is right now.

He's doing all the usual angry-Perry things: the swearing, the shouting, the heavy breathing in my ear. And it's not like I go out of my way to make him mad. Perry's an angry guy; that's just who he is. He complains no matter what I do.

But, Jesus, who knew there would be side effects? I certainly didn't! I really didn't! And that's the real reason I'm in this mess.

Let me back up a little and explain.

~~~

Perry had some huge case in San Diego, so he left me in L.A. with a long list of instructions on how not to fuck up his life while he was away.

There was the part where he snapped, "Of course not, idiot," when I asked him if I could go too. Then he said, "Don't call me, don't take on any new clients and for Christ's sake try not to get yourself shot," right before he walked out the door.

~~~

I remember the whole thing like it happened yesterday. Possibly because it did happen yesterday? Whatever.

Today was all about the 'no'. No cases, no detecting, just me and all the crap Perry didn't want me to do.

Not that I'm complaining or anything, because I'm not. Only a crazy person complains about being paid not to do stuff. It's just: before I came to L.A. I was a respectable thief. I had prospects; I was going places, and not all of them involved maximum security.

Now things have changed. Hell, I've changed! And I know L.A. kind of does that to people. Unless you were born here or something, in which case you were just genetically predisposed to be fucked up from birth. But, see, that's the problem right there: things are so fucking far from normal for me that I'm not sure who I am any more. Every day now I do things I don't understand. I pay my taxes; I'm registered to vote; I eat so much 'organic' that when I take a shit, it's more or less free-range.

But, apparently, none of that counts with Perry! Oh no, in his incredibly gay world, I'm still not good enough to do the laundry or touch his car or buy groceries from the store around the block. And you know what: that's bullshit. Because I am good enough, and I can prove it, even if it means going up against the toughest gay guy I know.

Fine, Perry's the only gay guy I know. My point is: the best way to get Perry to admit he's wrong is to show him exactly how much he needs me.

Right?

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No.26485
Obvious setup is obvious and appreiciate. *Refresh refresh refresh*

No.26779
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26779
Always relevant

No.26804
>>26184
>>26779
more of these beautiful things, please?

No.26830
>>26779
UNF so loud i can wake up the whole block.

No.26880
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Harry: Yeah, it's a dumb movie thing, but what do you want me to do, lie about it?

No.27524
http://kinkbangmeme.livejournal.com/

We have a kink meme. Excitement!

No.29019
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There is not enough art for this one.

No.29037
God, do I hate Beard!Perry...

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29080
Last one I promise

No.29210
Anybody round these parts taking prompts? The kink meme has a few gems, but there's painfully few fills over there.

No.29213
>>29210 (urk, I didn't contribute anything, now I feel bad)

Supernatural crossover anyone? Both by eighth_horizon on lj

http://gekizetsu.net/whatnot/kkbb_sn.htm
http://gekizetsu.net/kkbb_sn_2.htm

Not quite slash, but fluffy in the right places and Harry's monologue is consistently entertaining, rather than 14yr old girl waffling

No.29221
>>29210

Idk man but I have an idea

Harry wants to be fuck buddies with Perry, but Perry keeps saying no because he knows Harry will get all emotionally attached and a relationship is so not what he wants right now.

But then they do fucking.

And as the days go by, Perry becomes the clinging shmoopy one of them and Harry is like "WHOA BACK OFF WTF" but since I hate bad endings, they end with more glorious fucking.

The end.

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29438
weeeee

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(can completely see Harry turning up for work as a walking noir cliche)

No.29503
>>29500
for the love of god, SAUCE.

No.29506
>>29503

The Singing Detective. All I really remember of it is a crushing disappointment that nobody did their own singing. Might be worth checking out if you like post-noir musings and RDJ scowling at people

No.29524
>>29500

Oh Harry...

No.29530
Urk, I know it's out of the blue but I really want some kidfic for this fandom. Solemn little kid Perry and adult Harry still depending on him to tell him what to do

"What should we do about the bog standard cheating husband case, Perry?"
"Watch cartoons"
"...okay, sure!"

No.29579
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWXiS8iGXXA

Blooper reel, but it has slashy bits.

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No.29778
>>29735
OH JESUS DAT >w< FACE.

GOD.

DAMMIT.

No.29794
>>29735
I want me some scratchy-beard RDJ kisses.

No.29796
>>29794

I second that. You know they're amazing!

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No.29830
from kink meme prompt: Harry confess to Harmony and Perry that he did in fact sleep with Chook Chutney.

Part 1/?

It all started when Perry and I were at Harmony’s house for a movie night. She and Perry could bond over chick flicks but every once in a while Harmony and I could gang up and convince Perry to watch an action flick. Perry always said he had enough action in his work life and he didn’t need while he was off the clock thank you very much. Tonight’s movie had a secondary character that Harmony thought looked like our old buddy Chook. Remember that guy that she promised she wouldn’t sleep with but then totally did? Yeah, him. Remember how pissed I was about that? Well….there was more to the story that I made it out to be. So yeah, she mentioned that the guy in the movie looked like Chook and that got me thinking. After that whole Christmas incident was over I spent a lot of time filing paperwork for Perry and that gave me a lot of time to reflect. And well I started feeling kinda guilty about not telling Harmony the whole story. But she had recently chopped my finger off and so I think I was entitled to some hard feeling then, alright? Don’t judge me.


I guess my internal monologue took longer than I thought because by the time I look back up both Harmony and Perry are looking at me strangely having been waiting for my response while I tried to pull together all my thoughts .
“Nah, I don’t think he looks that much like Chook,” I finally managed to say. Perry just rolled his eyes at me and turned back to the movie but Harmony’s eyes lingered. Like she was trying to get inside my head. This just made me more uncomfortable and I don’t know why but just as she turned back towards the TV I blurted out, “you weren’t the only one.” Not the greatest way to begin my confession, I know but fuck I was nervous as hell and if this wasn’t the quintessential awkward moment I don’t what it. Her head snapped back towards me.


“What the hell are you going on about Harry?”
Perry had paused the movie and was looking at me curiously as well. Having both their focus just made me more ramble-y and more likely to start stuttering. You think they would learn by now I suck at spilling the beans when under pressure.
Apparently not as they just kept staring expectantly.


“I, uh…um. Well,” rubbing the back of my neck with one hand, trying and failing to think of some way to put this that wouldn’t end with me getting slapped by Harmony and laughed at by Perry.


“Just spit it out doofus,” Perry says, obviously tired of my stalling.


“I kindamaybesleptwithChook” I spit out eyes everywhere but on the two of them. Instead of laughter or violence, stunned silence meant my announcement.

No.29834
>>29830
F5F5F5F5F5F5F5

Also, good show.

No.29836
>>29830

For the love of all things good and holy, there'd better be more...

No.29941
http://community.livejournal.com/kkissbbang

Found this. I don't know if this was posted before, but somebody posted a site where prompts were being made but many were left unfulfilled, but this site has some of the prompts being filled at the moment.

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No.30057
guh... god damn, robert downey jr. is such a fucking tease...

No.30062
>>30055
Val! behave yourself now!

No.30088
>>30055

Why I do declare...

No.30123
Okay...so there are these pictures of RDJ and Val....yet no RPS AS BEEN WRITTEN? Why is RDJude getting so much love ppl? (not that I don't love me some RDJude)

No.30180
>>30123

Why not RPS Jude/Robert/Val all in one? haha..

No.30608
part 2/? of Harry confessing to sleeping with Chook. Harry/Perry sexy times to happen in the next part I swear!

Perry blinked confusedly at him and then dug one manicured finger in his ear. “Wait a minute… Say that again because I must have had something in my ear or temporarily been transferred to an alternative reality.” Harry spared him a quick glare and then snuck a glance at Harmony whose mouth was comically hanging open.

“I said… I kina slept with Chook.” The situation might have been humorous if it had been happening to someone else but Harry was still waiting for Harmony to process his words and the beat down that would surely come after. Maybe Perry would defend him… On second thought, no. Perry would probably let her kick his ass and then criticize Harry’s pathetic attempt to fight back. Bastard.

Harmony finally closed her mouth and Harry’s words had finally sunk in because her face was turning red. She shot up from her seat and stomped over to where Harry was cowering in Perry’s leather seat. “You little shit! This was why you didn’t want me to sleep with Chook?! Because you were sleeping with him?!

“NO! No no no no!” Harry protested.

Harmony merely raised an eyebrow.

“Well, yes I did, but only once! It, um, didn’t work out…” Harry trailed off.

“You fucking kicked me of your hotel room out when I told you!” Harmony yelled. She spared a look for Perry who was still strangely quiet and whatever she saw in his face made her pause in her raging and look back at Harry, who was doing his best chastised expression complete with puppy eyes, and then the anger seemed to drain out of her. “Goddamn it Harry,” she sighed. “I just…need some time to think on this. I’ll call you later this week. She grabbed her coat and left, not even saying good bye to Perry.

After the door closed Perry finally let out the laugh he had been holding in during Harmony’s tirade. “I knew with a name like that the guy had to be gay” he said with a smirk. “But congratulations Chief, you surprised me again. Not many people do that.”

“Aren’t you going to make fun of me now, Perry?” Harry dejectedly inquired. “Maybe I can be Gay Harry now and we can be the fabulous gay detective duo or something like that.”

“I may be a mean bastard but I don’t make fun of other guy’s relationship problems.” Perry was however intrigued by Harry’s confession and so leaned forward on the couch sympathetically inquiring, “So what went wrong with you and the bff?”

Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow at Perry but decided that he had nothing to lose really by sharing more of his fucked up story and so began, “well... it was pretty simple really. One night we got together at his house and decided it would be a good idea to steal a bottle of his father’s whiskey and proceed to get drunk off our asses. Sometime during that he tells me that he thinks he might be gay and kisses me. Things went kinda quickly after that and gradually get more blurry as the night went on. You’ll remember that at this point in my sad life I was pining away for Harmony and hadn’t gotten any in a while so when Chook starting undoing my jeans I decided ‘hey, a blow jobs a blow job’ and decided to roll with whatever he did. Things obvious went a little further than that but the next clear thing I remember is waking up the next morning naked in Chook’s bedroom to the sound of him barfing in the bathroom. Needless to say my first morning after was terribly awkward and we quickly decided to go back to being just friends. Though now that I think about it maybe we didn’t work out so much as he decided he wanted to try sleeping with Harmony as well.

No.30609
>>30608
I've been waiting for this! I'll be waiting, count on it...

No.30792
Due to my shitty drawing skills, I have written a piece. Based on a prompt. NC-17
“So...”
“Yes?”
“How was he?”
Harry seemed eager to hear the answer.
Perry immediately glared at Harry. “The fuck is wrong with you? I’m not gonna answer that!”
After a bit of silence, Harry finally replied.
“Ok... just wondering...”
They both went back to eating dinner.

Perry wondered about where that question came from, why Harry would even ask that, and how much of an idiot could Harry actually be.

Soon, Perry wasn’t the only one wondering why Harry had asked that question. Harry... Harry knew he should’ve stayed out of Perry’s love life, but lately... seeing Perry bring guys back to the house bothered him a lot. Why should it bother him anyway? Harry asked himself that, but... no... he couldn’t think of the answer. Not that he didn’t have any answers to that question. It was because he did, he was afraid of what they might be. It was like, he knew if he thought about it, he would have to confront something about himself that he wasn’t quite ready to face.

Perry sat at the table and continued to eat his meal. He was really wishing Harry hadn’t asked him anything at all referring to the guy he brought home last night. That guy- oh christ, what was his name?- he was damn good but... why had he done it? He loved Harry. He loved him so much. He wanted to show harry how much he loved him, but Harry was straight. Harry would most definitely freak out if Perry showed anything that indicted he thought of him as more than a friend. Hell, he was afraid that any innocent body contact would be misconstrued as some form of him hitting on Harry. He’d rather not ruin what they had, so Perry kept it to himself and dealt with it. But he couldn’t stand it, and so he brought guys home with him from the bar, and slept with them. Sure, physically, it felt good, but it just didn’t satisfy him. When he was fucking those guys, he was thinking about Harry. He wanted those guys to be Harry, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Perry just couldn’t help finding Harry so attractive. Even if Harry was something of an idiot, he was an idiot with a good heart, only trying to do what he thought was right. And Perry thought Harry was undeniably cute, down to his mannerisms. That didn’t help him try to get over Harry. So here he was at the dinner table, thinking about all this...

“Hey”
“...”
“Hey”
“Um...”
“HEY”
Perry looked up at Harry.
“I’m sorry... about... asking about... you know...”
“Huh?”
“I know it’s your business and I’m not gay so it would probably be weird to talk about fucking a guy with a guy who doesn’t fuck guys so I shouldn’t have asked anything. You know, like I never talk about the girls I fuck-”
“You don’t fuck any girls, Harry...”
“... Well, if I did, I wouldn’t talk to you about it because that would probably be weird for you so you probably thought the same thing when I asked so I’m sorry for asking.”
“Uh... thanks. Now shut the fuck up Harry and eat.”

No.30793
>>30792

Harry complied and continued eating. And thinking. Now he could not stop thinking about Perry. Maybe he was jealous Perry got laid so much? It could be that... or maybe... if he was jealous, it wasn’t of Perry. Maybe it was of the guys that slept with Perry. WAIT. Harry wasn’t gay. Why should he be jealous of those guys then? Then again, they possibly got to see a side of Perry that he never got to see. Maybe Perry was nice and gentle when he had sex. Harry wanted to see this side of Perry. But more importantly, he wanted to be on the receiving end of this side of Perry, that is, if it existed. But why? This kept bugging Harry. Harry realized the only way he could figure this all out was if he actually went to that part of his brain that was... questioning...

Maybe I am... Maybe I do like Perry, Harry thought. Harry didn’t know how to feel. It’s no easy task trying to figure out your sexuality, your sexual preferences. It had to be done, though. And once he thought about it, it started to make sense. He was bothered by Perry bringing home those guys because he was jealous. He wanted to be those guys. He wanted to experience Perry the way they got to. But more importantly, he just wanted to be with Perry. It bothered him that Perry could get all those guys, but Harry wanted him all for himself.

“Fuck!” Harry said out loud.
“What?”
“Oh... Nothing...”
“Whatever... I’m done and you look finished, too. Give me your plate.”

Harry handed him the plate. Harry realized that he couldn’t figured it all out now (you know, all that stuff about his sexuality), but he did know that he most definitely liked Perry... maybe even loved him. Loved him for caring enough to ask him to stop stealing, for giving him a job, for letting him stay in his house. Hell, the man took a bullet for him.

BUT

Perry couldn’t possibly love him back. He had all those guys, he didn’t need Harry. Harry involuntary put his face in his hands and groaned.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”
“What?”
“Idiot, I said ‘what’s wrong?’”
“Uh... nothing...”

Harry looked away, but he’s face was red now. Perry, now washing dishes, continued staring at him.

“Something’s definitely wrong.”
“I can’t really...”
“Come on.”
“I can’t talk about it.”
“Fine.”

Perry went back to washing dishes. He thought Harry was acting really weird. He genuinely wanted to know what was wrong with Harry, but didn’t want to force Harry to explain something if it made him uncomfortable.

“Well, actually...”

Harry found himself moving towards Perry.

“Huh?”

Perry heard Harry walking.

“I, uh...”

Harry made it to Perry, stood behind him, and put his arms around Perry’s waist.

“What are you doing, idiot?”

What was Harry doing?

“I think...”

Harry couldn’t believe he was doing this. What was the worst that could happen, though? Well, rejection... but he’d done it.

“Harry?”

Perry started to stiffen up, dropped the dishes, and did not turn around at all, out of fear. He couldn’t look at Harry. Why was Harry doing this? Did he know and was he messing with him? If it was a joke, it’d kill him.

“I think I love you.”

Harry’s stomach was in knots. Moment of truth.

“Why are you doing this?”

Perry didn’t mean to say that, but his mind was in such a jumble.

“I love you Perry.”

Harry realized how vulnerable he was and he was starting to wish he hadn’t-

Perry turned around and kissed him. And, wow, it felt so great. He couldn’t believe that he was doing this! With Harry! Perry was in disbelief, but rather focus on that he decided he was definitely going to enjoy this. He pushed his tongue into Harry’s mouth. Their tongues made contact and would not pull apart from each. Perry spun them around so that Harry was against the sink now. Harry smirked and Perry felt it. Harry knew that Perry had to be in some sort of control. Perry figured that was what Harry was thinking and started to feel himself smile. Perry moved his hands to Harry’s hands and started to grind against Harry. Harry pulled away from the kiss to groan.

No.30794
>>30793

“Oh my God... This is amazing, Per. I mean, this is so...”

Perry shushed Harry and started lifting Harry’s shirt over his head. He started kissing and sucking Harry’s neck while rubbing Harry’s growing erection through his pants with just the right amount of pressure. Harry hissed with pleasure. He unbutton and unzipped Harry’s jeans, all with one hand. Harry would’ve been severely impressed were it not for the fact that his neck was being sucked on and his dick being played with. Harry started unbuttoning Perry’s shirt and finally got it off him. He was really hard now and Perry felt that it was the right time to move down. He kissed along Harry’s collarbone, to his chest, down the middle of his stomach, to his belly button. He pulled Harry’s dick out through his boxers and flicked the head with his tongue. Harry couldn’t keep his moan in. Perry smiled as he took Harry into his mouth. He kept bobbing his head, slowly picking up speed. Harry ran his hands through Perry’s hair. He had gotten blowjobs from girls, and they were great! But Perry was... amazing! Harry figured Perry would know how to give a blowjob and give a good one, being a guy, but this was so great, Harry could feel himself coming almost immediately. He started making grunts, he tried to form coherent words, but he couldn’t. Perry understood and deep throated Harry once, and that was it.

“Aaaaaaahhhh...” Harry let out.

Harry was amazed at how Perry swallowed it all. Figures. Perry was anal about keeping things clean, and that way, he wouldn’t have to clean the cum up off of his floor.

“Wow Perry, that was... I mean, that was amazing, the way you moved your tongue, it was just so...”

“I love you.”

That shut Harry up. Not that Perry intended for that to happen. He sort of blurted it out. And then he moved up to kiss Harry.

“Fuck me.”
“No...”
“What?”
“I... want to, but... not here...”
“The table, fine... I need... need it...”

Perry gave in. He would regret fucking Harry on the table where they ate in the morning, but at this moment, it was the greatest idea in the world. After Harry kicked his pants and boxers, he lifted Harry with Harry’s legs around his waist, and carried him to the table. He was a big guy, and Harry probably knew that he could carry him, but he still a bit embarrassed. Perry took note that that was probably why Harry’s face was turning red. He chuckled, and thought it was adorable. He kissed him softly on the lips for a bit before pulling back a bit to unzip himself. He pulled his pants and boxers down and kicked them. His dick was now as hard as ever. He leaned into Harry and they started kissing again. Again, Perry couldn’t believe this was happening, and that made his cock dribble a bit. He took his hands put them on Harry’s hips, while Harry’s hung on his neck. Perry moved one of his hands and started to massage Harry’s entrance. Harry groaned a bit. While working Harry over with his finger, Perry realized that the lube was upstairs. It would definitely be a mood killer if he left to get it. The best he could do was spit in his palm and hope for the best. He removed his finger from Harry, spit in his palm and rubbed his dick. He moved the head of his cock to Harry’s opening. At this point, he looked at Harry who was looking down to see what was happening. Perry just smiled to himself.

“You ready?”
“Yeah...”
“If it hurts at all...”
“I don’t care. Fuck Perry, I just want you to do this...”

Perry slowly entered Harry. Harry took in some air. It did hurt, but it also felt so good. Perry didn’t go all the way in yet. He took his time, he didn’t want to hurt Harry at all. Harry wanted all of Perry though, but couldn’t even mouth the words. Perry could tell though, and he did his best to go all the way into Harry without hurting him too much. He finally got balls deep into Harry. He pulled out and slowly came back into Harry again. Harry was starting to get past the pain. Perry slowly started to pick up speed. Thrusting into Harry felt so good. Perry gripped hard onto Harry’s hips. He keep picking up speed. Harry threw his head back in ecstasy. Perry felt himself nearing orgasm. He kept at it though. He took his hand and grabbed Harry’s cock and started pumping. He looked up at Harry’s face. Harry’s was biting his lip. Looking at Harry made Perry come hard inside Harry. He doggedly kept thrusting through his orgasm, but started jerking and slowing down. He kept jerking Harry off. Finally, Harry came all over his own stomach. When he finally stopped spurting out cum, Perry licked up some of it, and then slowly lowered himself onto Harry and started kissing him. Harry could taste himself in Perry’s kisses.

“Wow...”

It required a ton of effort, but they both made it to Perry’s bedroom, where they crawled under the blankets and held on to each other. After kissing for a bit, Harry nuzzled himself into Perry’s neck. Perry had his laid on top of Harry. Perry still couldn’t believe that all that happened. He couldn’t believe he had finally gotten Harry. He felt Harry kiss his chest. Perry responded with a kiss to Harry’s forehead and by pulling Harry closer to him.

No.30804
>>30793
this one feels kinda IKEA Erotica to me.

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Anyone got a bigger version of this?

(avoiding the kink meme like the plague, can't handle the fangirling, save me /coq/)

No.32127
Prompt: from the kink meme http://kinkbangmeme.livejournal.com/709.html?thread=2245 ANYTHING in that closet in the mental hospital place.


“Uh, Perry….can you back up a little?” Harry asks as he glances up at Perry. Perry smirks down at him and instead moves closer, slipping a knee in between Harry’s legs, smirk growing into a full blown leer at the gasp that slips out Harry’s mouth. Perry had toyed with the idea of taking the man home with him for a few days now. Truthfully he’d been checking him out at the party before he’d know the man was the so called actor he’d be training. He’d had fantastic lips. It didn’t matter if he thought he was straight, Perry had a pretty good record with convincing and or converting straight boys if he didn’t say so himself.

“P-Perry, what are…what are you doing?” Harry stutters out, confused.
Smirk back on his face Perry says, “You’re the one who’s trying to learn detective skills. Figure it out, chief.”
“Are you...um, hitting on me?” Harry says in a high voice.
“Got it on the first guess, I must be teaching you well” Perry replies and moves his hand to Harry’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. This kiss is nothing like the phony cover up kiss by the dumpsters, this one is slow and wet and Perry can feel Harry’s knees go weak. Jackpot.

Pulling back Perry doesn’t waste any time sliding to his knees and getting Harry’s belt undone. Harry is softly groaning above him, eyes blow wide with lust already. The soft light from the glazed window is giving Harry a halo of light around his hair. From his position on the floor it is just enough light to make out expression by. Sliding one hand around to rest on Harry’s ass the other working the zipper on his pants down Perry spares a moment to hope Harry isn’t too much of a moaner because he doesn’t have a spare to hand at the moment to shut Harry up with and because he isn’t fond of the idea of someone catching him in this closet. He got caught in a situation like this once before and it’s not an experience he’d like to repeat. But back to the matter at hand. Or more accurately, at mouth. He doesn’t waste time teasing Harry (that sort of thing will wait until they are back at his place) but instead opts to push Harry’s boxers down, noting the garish pattern on them, and then licking a stripe up the bottom of Harry’s dick. Harry about jumps out of his skin. “J-j-jesus Perry!” Perry spares him a look before moving his hand from Harry’s ass to his hip to keep from being spearing in the back of the throat and proceeds to start a bobbing rhythm. Harry is thankfully quiet except for a moan that might be Perry’s name whenever Perry’s tongue presses against the vein on the bottom of his cock on the up stroke. After a few minutes of this, Perry pulls back and beginning sucking on the head. Hard. Harry’s hips jerk and he throws his head back and hits a shelf which then spills it contents down upon the two of them. Luckily it’s mostly towels and TP so nothing important is hurt besides the moment. Harry is rubbing at the back of his head looking a bit dazed, dick still hanging out, leaking pre come steadily. Perry is on his haunches glaring at him. “Smooth move moron. Way to kill the moment.” The look on Harry’s face is priceless, a mix of comical horror and lust. Perry wishes he had a camera. But if he had a camera Harry’s face isn’t the only thing he’d be taking pictures of, if you know what I mean.

“You’re not going to leave me like this are you?” Harry says incredulously. “You’re the one who started this and I didn’t mean to hit my head there, obviously, but God, Perry whatever you were doing with your tongue was amazing and that must have been a gay trick because no one has ever done anything like that before and-”

Reaching up Perry slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth effectively stopping his rambling. “Stop. Talking.” And for once Harry actually listens and just nods his head. Then he does one better by sucking in one of Perry’s fingers. Perry can feel his eyes roll back in his head as the sensation travels straight to his dick. Okay, it was time to finish this.

Deciding that keeping Harry’s mouth occupied was more important that blowing him for now Perry quickly stood up completely and fumbled with his other hand to get his own pants open. Skin. He needed to be skin to skin with the man in front of him. Pulling his own dick out he quickly took Harry’s in hand as well and began stroking hard. The moan Harry let out around his fingers was heavenly. When Harry came he dropped Perry’s fingers from his mouth in favor of letting out a groan that sent shivers down Perry’s spine. But it wasn’t until Perry felt the warm fluid dripping over his hand that he came as well.

It was awkward and messy and probably the best orgasm he’s had in weeks. Well, fuck. The kid was definitely in the running for best straight boy sex Perry had ever had. And he hadn't even helped Perry out. Maybe he was getting soft, but Perry couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to take Harry home and fuck him so hard he'd feel it all the next day. Enjoying that image Perry looks up to another fine sight. Harry, still panting and staring at Perry a bit dazed so Perry decides to take the initiative and grab one of the fallen towels to clean them both up.

After tucking themselves back into their pants, Harry is still quieter than usual. He doesn’t do much else besides running a hand thru his hair but disheveled is a good look on him so Perry doesn’t protest. He’d let out a laugh when Perry had spent time retying his tie but otherwise remained smiling, but silent. Perry at least had expected a closet joke at this point. It’s not an awkward kind of silence, but Perry is becoming more used to the rambling monologues but resolves to wait until they get out of the building at least before ruining the quiet. After a quick check to make sure the hallways are still empty, they go.

As they are leaving and Perry is dialing Harmony’s number on his cell, Harry finally ruins the afterglow by opening his big mouth, “I take it back, what I said earlier. This was the single gayest thing you’ve ever done. With me at least.” This is said with one hell of a shit eating grin and Perry doesn’t bother rolling his eyes at him and instead ops to grab his arm and pull Harry along faster glad for once of the chatter. The faster they meet back up with Harmony and then get back to his place the better.

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>>26184

Tripht, you darling, are you any closer to finishing this? I love it so much.

Sorry to bump an old thread with needy pestering, all I can offer is this tiny little man right here.

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There's this crossover I didn't realize I'd like, but it's Harry and Kozak from Shaggy Dog. There were a bunch of pictures drawn, and then they just stopped. Oh well...

Anyway, Harry and Perry...

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>>26184

I'm so late with this it's not fucking funny. Sorry won't cut it, I know. That's why I bring you porn, my lovelies. Enjoy! If there's anyone still following this...

I will be posting this to the lj comm, now.

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Not something to be proud of – part IX


Perry stares up at the ceiling, panting, breathless with exertion and disbelieving wonder. He rolls to his side, kneeling up and shaking his head to clear it. He looks up just in time to see the Smirk on Harry's face, eyes darkly sparkling with the smugness of a haughty feline predator. It's the sixth time Perry's ended on his back since their sparring began.

Harry Bounces in Place, eager and flushed with adrenaline. Watching Perry's every move with something in his eyes akin to how a cat stares down at a little mouse, debating how to play with it before going in for the kill.

Perry feels a shiver go down his spine; feels the skin of his whole body prickle and stand on end under Harry's half-lidded eyes. Nothing could have prepared him for this, he realizes. Nothing could have prepared him to deal with the real weight of the Subtle Lurker's eyes on him. The dangerous feel of Harry's body poised for violence, be it defending or attacking.

This is the man Harry is, standing wholly in front of Perry for the first time.

He feels the feral smile curl his own lips, delighted with the challenge of Harry's surprising competence in hand to hand combat. Perry prepares himself to stand up, but his wrist throbs sharply when he puts his weight on it, and a hiss makes it pass his clenched teeth.

He feels his muscles cramp, from his fingertips to the middle of his forearm, and he can almost feel the moment the dangerous feel of Harry's Darkness leaves the room, replaced by his Endearing Idiot's Concern.

“Shit, Perry, you should have said something,” Harry frets, kneeling next to him. Perry clutches his arm closely, not being able to help the instinctual need to protect his hurting limb.

“I'm okay, fuckhead,” he snaps, his voice a little strained, “It's just a cramp; I got it just now.”

It's almost comical the way Harry's anxiousness bleeds out of him; the way the Sunny Smile breaks through the shadow of worry in his brown eyes.

“Oh, okay,” Harry breathes, and Springs Up and Bounces away with an afterthought, “Don't move; I'll be right back!” thrown back at Perry.

A second later Harry Bounces back and sits cross-legged in front of Perry, a crystal bottle in hand. He uncaps it and pours a bit of the contents in his hand and reaches out for Perry's arm.

Oily fingers begin massaging, “Fuck!” Perry hisses, willing himself to relax his clenching hand, because it just makes the pain worse.

Harry doesn't say anything, just diligently works the bunched up knots of nerves and muscle tissue undone, slowly, until Perry is able to unclench his teeth and sigh in relief; until Perry lets a hum of pleasure rumble from his chest.

This is dangerous territory, Perry realizes.

He clears his throat and tries to pry his arm from Harry's capable fingers. “That's enough, Chief,” he says, but Harry's fingers close around his wrist, holding fast, and Perry finds himself looking up, startled, into Harry's darkened, half-lidded eyes.

“No,” Harry says, clearly; voice like hot whiskey in the winter.

Perry feels cold, feels the blood draining from his face only for it to return with a vengeance, setting his face on fire, suffusing his whole body with heat. “What?” he manages, voice thin and breathy.

“It's not enough,” Harry says. Something inside Perry crumbles.

“Harry,” he says, voice a plaintive whisper. Don't do this, he wants to say; Dont' do this, I'm afraid I'll break.

“Say it, Perry,” Harry continues, before Perry can voice a protest, before he can gather the crumbling walls of his defenses around him; before he's able to push Harry away because he wouldn't be able to bear to let him get too close. Always too close but never enough to satisfy; the perfect set up for his masochism: letting the object of his desire parade around him, invading his space and his life but never close enough to touch; never close enough to have.

Harry,” Perry says again, but his voice is now a plea.

“Say it,” Harry insists. “Say you want me to fuck you, Perry. Say you want me to take you,” Perry closes his eyes, lets Harry's voice wash over him, making him shudder, because it shouldn't surprise him at this point. It shouldn't surprise him Harry knows.

“Let me love you, Per,” Harry whispers, and he's so close Perry can feel his breath on his lips.

Harry caresses the inside of his wrist with his thumb, patiently waiting, and Perry just has to lean his face and tilt a little to the side to kiss Harry's lips.

“Okay,” he breathes against Harry's Lazy Grin.

Perry ends on his back a seventh time, but this time there's completely different reasons for his breathlessness. Namely a hot mouth seeking and exploiting sensitive spots on his neck and chest, and three fingers making slow, deliciously maddening work of loosening him up. Fuck, it had been a while, but the burn and the dark look in Harry's eyes was fucking worth it.

“How do you want it, Per?” Harry asks, slowly twisting his fingers inside him to get his attention. Perry curses, arching his back and clawing a little at the training mats, dignity be damned, Harry fucking knew what he had just done.

“How do you want it?” he insists, “On your back, with one of our legs around my waist and one over my shoulder? On your knees, with my hands holding onto your hips and ass tight enough to bruise? Should I let you ride me?”

Perry groans, “Harry!” he says, not wanting to plead. Not yet.


“Shit, Perry,” Harry says, voice rumbling, “You should see yourself right now.”

“Shut up and fuck me already, you shithead!” Perry exclaims.

Harry growls, growls, at him, takes his fingers out and flips him around, dragging him up to his knees and Perry finds himself forced to rest his upper torso down, since his right arm won't support him. It's an oddly vulnerable position, and it heightens his perception of Harry's fingers returning, applying oil once more before being replaced by Harry's hard cock.

It burns on the edge of pain, but the pace is slow and Perry adjusts easily to the intrusion. Harry feels... Harry feels incredible and Perry starts to slowly burn, letting the fire be stoked by Harry's litany of filthy words and endearments dropped with every kiss down his back.

Harry buries his face between his shoulder blades, breathing hot against his skin and telling Perry how he feels (hot and tight and how long has it been since Perry had done this, before Harry came into his life?), how he feels (I love this, I love you, Per; wanted this for so long) and asking him--

“Tell me, Per, tell me, please, c'mon, I wanna hear it, c'mon, please.”

“God,” Perry moans, hiding his flaming face against his arms, “Shut up and fuck me into the mattress, Harry!”

Harry chuckles darkly, sending a shiver of thrilled delight down Perry's back, before he does.

Much later, languid with afterglow and basking in the residual overall soreness of a really good fuck, a sudden thought occurs to Perry.

“Did you plan this?” he asks, turning his head to look at Harry.

There's a pause while Harry looks at him with Dancing, Sparkling Eyes, “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't counting on your wrist to complain,” he gave Perry a Satisfied Smile, “Call it wishful thinking.”

“Moron,” Perry says, softy.



Later that evening, Detective Harris calls to let them know “the whole damn thing just went down”. Perry's smile is huge and it has no trace of humor in it; all sharp edges and teeth. “Good,” he says to John.

Harry looks at him, quizzically.

“Dear Jean will find it hard to get out of this one,” he tells Harry.

“Drug dealing, right?” Harry asks.

“Yeah,” he says.

Perry is no longer surprised.



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