carleton97 | Fic Graveyard Post #3 Heroes RPF

I would just like to say that this? was all exitsign's fault. For serious... Except for how it looks like I started it. WTF? I've never even watched Heroes. This is dirty and wrong and we have to pretend that Hayden Pantalones or whatever is totally 18.

it starts off like most nights - loafing around in Milo's trailer - until he turns on the TV and hayden wants to die as she's 'dancing' on screen. There is much mocking and lamenting of her tragic lack of rhythm. He perhaps does an impression? And she pushes him and he trips and lands on top of her and there is then kissing, hot hot HOT kissing and groping and humping and he's all, OMG I DON'T WANT TO BE ON THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCHLIST and she's all, yeah hi never done this and there is more humping and groping and the NOISES, JANE, THE NOISES. And then they dun sex.

she's been felt up before, made out, she's even had hands in her pants, but it was *guys*, kids her own age, other co-stars or whatever. but milo's totally different, he doesn't fumble around, poking and prodding at her like he's trying to figure it out, because he already *knows* what he's doing. she can feel her entire body shaking as he mouths his way over her thighs to her pussy. she can't even think the word, like it makes her flail inside, but his tongue is on her, his whole mouth, licking and sucking her, wet, so fucking wet, and warm where his breath puffs out as he moans against her. and she can't think anything but "he's eating me out he's eating me out." as she twists and arches and grabs at her own skin with her fingers all numb.

And maybe she's one of those girls. You know, those girls who give a *killer* blow job - they use it to put off 'going all the way', and she goes down on him, but he pulls her up after a few minutes and rolls her over, tucking her body under his on the bed and and he's *heavy* against her, on her even propped up on one elbow, kissing her. And *then* he starts kissing down her body.

her thighs are spread wide, her toes clenching up in the sheet, and her hips keep doing this thing, this jerking thing, like she's trying to hump his face as he tongues at her clit. she rubs the back of her head back and forth on the pillow, breathing against her palm because she can *hear herself* moaning and even through the haze, the fucking shocked lust, she knows it's too loud, anybody could be walking by, anyone could hear. and he sort of shifts up, gasping in loud, and she can feel his breath against her, and then his fingers slipping up, the pads of them rubbing at her clit, hard and quick, and she jerks all over, arching up hard, violently, and grabbing for the sheet, groaning loud and not even caring who hears. his fingertips slip down down down and one of them, just one, is slipping up inside her. he goes slow, like she's a bomb or something, pushing and pushing until his knuckles are right up against her and she feels like she's going to fucking shake apart, like she wants to scream or push down for more. but before she can make up her mind, he's twisting his hand, slipping his finger out and then pushing it back in just as slow, slip and push, slip and push, in and out, like he's fucking her already. she rolls her head, rubbing her shoulders against the mattress, and licks at the sweat beaded up along her top lip, and shifts her hips up jerkily, wiggling almost, wanting more, and when she breathes it comes out like a whine. he sucks in a breath, hard and shocked, and his voice is low and raw-sounding when he says, "fuck."

And he pulls his finger out for a second and rubs over her with the flat of his hand - *everything* all slick and wet - before pushing back in with two fingers and she's done that much to herself, but her hands are *a lot* smaller. She can feel the weird stretchy strain of her muscles and it sort of aches, but he's rubbing inside of her and it feels *good* and she has to tilt her hips, to move with his hand. His other hand is at her hip, helping her move, helping her ride his hand, keeping the rhythm even when he leans up to mouth over her breasts. He's sucking a mark onto curve of her breast when he starts working a third finger into her.

her face twists up, wincing and whimpering under her breath before she can stop herself. he breathes out "shhh" against her sucked wet skin and it makes her shiver, makes her shiver even as he nudges her to moving again, to take his fingers, slip down on them like they belong inside her even as it stretches, makes her feel full and hot all over, like there's a fire in her belly and it's getting bigger and bigger with every second, trying to burn its way out. she breathes and it sounds tiny, like a little girl's sigh, as his tongue slips up and over her nipple, tonguing at the hard little peak of it, and his fingers pull back and push back in again, easier. her breathing shakes, and he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, his teeth dragging lightly across her skin.

and he keeps rubbing and pushing into her and she wants to open her legs even farther, to *make* room for him, but she can already feel the pull in her hips. His fingers are moving pretty easily now, the burn twisted into sharp pleasure every time he rubs his thumb over her clit. He kisses her again, his tongue against hers, as he moves his hand faster, pushing her up into another orgasm. He keeps rubbing, but more gently, as she shakes and shakes and he catches her high-pitched moans in his mouth. When she's down to random twitching, his hand stills, pressing firmly inside and against her. His dick is a hot pressure against her thigh and he's moving his hips in tiny, spasmodic movements.

her heart is beating so hard it feels like it's moving her whole body and she wonders if he can feel it, through his chest pressed against her or through his fingers inside her. she breathes out shaky and shifts, snaking a hand down between them to touch him, her knuckles dragging down along his stomach to slip loose fingers around his dick. his hips twitch and his breath gusts out, his eyes falling shut for just as second as she rubs her thumb over the head, precome making it slip and practice making it easy. when he looks at her again, his head tilting to the side and a rough,
almost-laughing sound in his throat, she bites her lip and feels the side of her mouth quirk up. he kisses her again, harder, and she gasps into his mouth as his fingers pull out of her and he shifts up, one knee slipping between her thighs as he reaches up to the shelf at the head of the bed. she cranes her neck, twisting to see, as he flips open his wallet. the condom's bright red wrapper is unmistakable even from the weird angle. a rush goes through her and she swallows hard and bites her lip as he settles back, his dick squeezed up against her hip and the hair on his thigh tickling at her over-sensitive skin.

"Hey, you okay?"

She can only nod at his quiet question, but it's obviously enough for him because it's only a moment before he has the condom on and is settled between her legs.

there should be some turning over and fucking from behind.

exitsign: that would be worse.

carleton97: oh man.

exitsign: and she's all up on her knees and elbows, her breasts all squashed up underneath her and her hair sticking to her skin with sweat, and they're both breathing all loud and hard and obvious, and he sort of leans in, a good shift inside her, and slides a hand down her back to brush her hair out of the way so he can see her pretty little face.

exitsign: like, he's totally got to DO HER if he's going to do her.

carleton97: oh my fuckign god.

exitsign: I KNOW.

exitsign: my brain is just... i can't even.

carleton97: in my head, it's SO DIRTY.

carleton97: like - yeah. I can't even think.

carleton97: She's all sprawled out and GUH.

yes. like, her knees should slip further and further apart, like she's going all jellified, as it goes on, and she can't even *think*, like her thoughts are so twisted up in her head and all she wants is more, harder, now. and he just fucks her, just *fucks her*, because there's no other words for it. for how his fingers dig into the skin of her hips or how his mouth drags over her shoulder, for the way he groans and swears and just pounds into her from behind like he's trying to break her open, and how his hand pushes down, squirms its way down over the soft flatness of her belly, to rub at her clit, and how she's so fucking wet and how she moans and twists under him, pushing back on his dick and humping against his hand to get herself off again. for the third, fourth, she doesn't even know how many times it is. she's lost track of anything but how good it feels, how *unbelieveable* it is to have him in her and on her, fucking her so hard like this.