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20 July 2006 @ 02:01 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Sucker  
Posted to numb3rs_slash


Title: Sucker
Pairing/Characters: Don/Billy
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Man Hunt
Summary: Don quits smoking and his oral fixation affects his partner Billy
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


"You're going to get fat sucking on those things."

"Shut up, Coop."

Don swirled the cherry blowpop over his pursed lips then popped it back in his mouth, his hands rarely stilling as they sat in the SUV watching their fugitive's girlfriend's house. Rule number one: always look for the woman.

"I'm just saying if my life depends on you moving your fat ass as fast as possible, I don't want you ballooning up from all that sugar."

"Oh, so it's okay if I move slower because I can't fucking breathe because I'm smoking too much?"

"Man, you smoked what? Maybe two or three cigarettes a day tops? How is that going to slow you down? Hell, I think the nicotine might have made you a little faster!"

"Bastard."

"You were definitely less cranky on cigarettes."

Don scowled. "Deal with it, Coop. I'm quitting smoking for real this time."

"Okay," Billy intoned in obvious disbelief.

"Fucker," Don muttered under his breath.

"And there's our guy," Billy said as their fugitive drove up to the house and rushed to the front door. "Lock and load, partner."

"Let's do it."

+

The bastard had a gun.

That wasn't the problem, Don took him out just fine.

The girlfriend had a gun too.

She got a shot off despite the fact she was screaming her head off and looking like she'd been woken up by a nightmare.

Don took one to the vest just as Billy fired at the woman.

Once Billy disarmed the two and handcuffed them, he called for ambulances and rushed to where Don was on the floor.

"You still with me, buddy?" Billy asked worriedly.

"Hurts like a motherfucker..." Don mumbled.

Billy froze when he saw the smear of blood running down the radiator behind Don.

"Are you hit? I thought it went into your vest!"

"Vest... Yeah..." Don rubbed uselessly at his chest over the point of impact. "Head hurts."

Billy touched the back of Don's head and his hand came away bloody.

"Holy mother of..." Don's eyes were closed so he shook him, yelling, "Stay awake, Don! Stay awake, you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Don said, his voice weak and faltering.

Then he fell silent.

+

Billy paced the ER in an almost unbearable state of agitation until they let him go in to see Don.

He was sitting up and looking alert, much to Billy's relief.

"Hey..." Don said softly

Billy just crossed the space and pulled Don into a tight hug.

"Don't ever do that again, you bastard," he muttered into Don's neck. "You scared the shit out of me."

Don patted Billy's back consolingly. "I'm sorry man, really. The doctors said it looked far worse than it was."

Billy pulled back, a little embarrassed, but sat close to Don on the edge of the bed. "Well it looked pretty fucking bad, if you ask me. Head all bloody, delirious, unconscious..."

"Delirious?"

"Yeah," Billy teased. "Before you passed out you were going on and on about how you wanted my sweet ass."

Don burst out into laughter then put a hand to the back of his head. "Ow... Fuck, Coop. Don't make me laugh like that. It hurts."

Billy grinned and gave Don an affectionate shove. "Just glad you're alive to laugh, partner."

"So, when do we get to blow this popsicle stand?" Don asked.

"Popsicles..." Billy shook his head with a chuckle. "Four stitches and you still can't get off your oral fixation."

Don just rolled his eyes. "Did they tell you when I can leave?"

"Six more hours. They just want to keep you under observation a while. After that I'm supposed to watch you for twenty four hours."

Don grunted. "Yeah, it's my sweet ass you'll be watching."

Billy blew him a kiss, making Don laugh all over again.

"I'm going to go find your doctor. I'll be back. Get some rest okay?"

Don nodded and closed his eyes.

Billy headed for the door, but paused when he heard Don say his name quietly.

"Coop, it wasn't your fault. You know that, right? She had the gun under the pillow. Neither of us could have seen, what with Rolo pulling his gun and all."

"Yeah," Billy lied. "I know."

+

Billy wouldn't let Don walk on his own to the car or from the car to the motel room. Despite his protestations, Billy wrapped his arm around Don's waist and wrapped Don's arm over his shoulder.

Don winced a little at the pain when moving his arm aggravated the bruise on his chest from the impact of the bullet.

Billy apologized profusely, but Don just waved him off.

Once they were in the room, Don lay on one of the beds with his eyes closed, one arm slung over his forehead.

"You ready for a pain pill?" Billy asked quietly.

"Yeah, might as well," Don answered, trying to sound casual.

Billy shook out a pill and handed it to Don, bringing him a glass of water as well.

"Thanks."

Don took the pill and tried to put the glass on the nightstand, but Billy intercepted it.

"What else can I get you? You hungry? I know hospital food pretty much sucks."

"I'm good," Don said. He moved his arm and looked up at Billy.

"Keep me company though, okay? If I lie here and do nothing I'll get bored and want to get up and go do something."

"No problem."

Billy sat down on the bed next to Don.

"So tell me about Rolo and the girl."

"Well, you got Rolo in the shoulder so he was in surgery for two hours, but he'll do fine. The girlfriend... It was a chest shot. They were in there longer because her lung collapsed. They still say she'll be fine though. Just took longer to stitch her up."

Don nodded. "They were good shoots, Coop. Both of them."

"I know."

They discussed the aftermath and the potential repercussions. They were ordered to return to home base as soon as Don could travel, but they knew they could only buy a day or two before they were faced with a mountain of paperwork and possible time out of the field.

As they talked, Billy noticed Don get anxious and fidgety. When Don started biting his nails, Billy finally got it.

"You need a sucker, little boy?" he teased. "One of your lollipops?"

"Funny, Coop. I'm all out of them."

"Ah, poor baby." Coop made a mock sad face at Don which earned him a smack on the arm.

"Jerk. You could at least give me a cigarette in my time of need."

"I thought you quit!"

"Fuck that, I just got shot! I think if there's any such thing as special dispensation this qualifies."

"Yeah, but I know you, Don. You'll hate yourself for falling off the wagon."

Don grumbled. "Shit... You know me too well."

Billy laughed. "How about the next best thing?" He got up and went to his bag, pulling out his cigarettes and lighter. He lit one up and took a long drag on it. When Don groaned, Billy gave him a look. "Hey, I had a fucked up day too. I think I deserve a cigarette myself."

Appropriately chastened, Don fell quiet and tried not to stare at Billy's lips as they pursed around the cigarette with each drag.

Billy grabbed the motel ashtray and put it on the nightstand, tipping his ashes into it.

"Okay, let's give this a try."

He took a long drag and held it, putting the cigarette in the ashtray. He hovered over Don, who took a second to realize what Billy had in mind. When he opened his lips, Billy lowered his head until he was just above Don's mouth and blew the smoke right into it.

Don inhaled deeply, hungrily, and held the smoke in his lungs long after Billy sat up again. He exhaled with a contented sigh.

"Fuck that's good. Do it again."

Billy took another drag and hovered above Don again. This time Don put a hand on the back of Billy's neck and dragged him closer to suck in as much of the smoke as possible, their lips near to brushing they were so close.

Billy stayed down long enough for Don to exhale, drawing in the scent of the smoke through his nostrils.

"One more? Please?" Don asked, his tone just shy of begging.

The cigarette was almost exhausted, but Billy pulled one last long drag out of it.

This time he lowered his head close enough on his own so that his lips were almost resting against Don's.

Don gulped in the smoke like a drowning man desperate for air.

This time when Don exhaled, Billy sucked his exhalation back into his own lungs.

Incredibly turned on by the sight of his smoke being sucked through Billy's lips, Don reached up and pulled him the rest of the way down, crushing their mouths together as his tongue chased the taste of cigarettes into Billy's mouth.

Rather than pull away, Billy encouraged the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Don's mouth in a delicious battle for dominance between dirty and clean.

Trying to get the upper hand, Don sucked on Billy's tongue hard, eliciting a rumble in the back of Billy's throat.

When they finally broke apart, both panting, Billy grinned. "Yeah, you've definitely got an oral fixation in a bad way."

Don returned his grin. "So... Got anything I can suck on?"

"Don't tempt me, Eppes."

Billy got up and put his cigarettes and lighter away.

"Enough of these," he said.

As he was putting them away, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the display and groaned. "Fuck. It's the boss." He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door as he answered, "Cooper."

Don could hear the mumbled sound of Billy's side of the conversation and strained to make out what he was saying, but the pill started taking hold and before he knew it he was drifting off.

+

Don woke up when he heard the motel door open, his first instinct to go for his gun, but when he saw Billy standing there he relaxed.

"I know you said you weren't hungry..." Billy put the pizza box that had just been delivered on the dresser and tossed something in his hand onto the bed next to Don. "But I bribed the delivery guy to pick one of those up for you."

Don felt for the object next to him and smiled when he picked it up and looked at it.

"Cherry. My favorite. You shouldn't have," he said with a smirk.

"Never let it be said I don't take care of my partner," Billy quipped. "I'm going to head down to the vending machines for some sodas and ice. I'll be right back."

Don nodded and closed his eyes again.

When he opened them back up, he looked around the room confused at how things had changed.

"Morning, sunshine."

"Is it morning?" Don mumbled, rubbing his head. He noticed the blowpop was now on the nightstand, not in his hand.

"For you maybe," Billy said. "You've been asleep off and on ever since you hit your head." Billy gestured to the box. "I saved you some pizza. You should eat."

"Yeah, okay."

Don sat up and accepted some pizza and a soda from Billy, eating them silently for a while before noticing the uncharacteristically dour look on Billy's face

"What did the boss say?"

Billy waved a hand dismissively. "Nothing to worry about."

Don recognized Billy's expression, the one that meant he shouldn't press further. He ate the rest of his pizza quietly then lay back down again.

Within minutes he was craving a cigarette and his fingers found the blowpop completely on their own. Finally having something to do with his hands and mouth, Don sucked and licked and twirled it non-stop.

When he finally wore down the top of the candy shell he bit into it to get to the bubble gum inside.

"Ow..." Billy winced as if in pain.

"What?" Don asked, confused.

"Sorry, you were giving me ideas with that sucker for a while there, but that squelched them but good."

Don laughed. "What kind of ideas?" He ran the lower edge of the remaining candy across his lower lip as he watched Billy stare at his mouth.

Billy swallowed. "You know those things make your lips all red."

"And sweet,'" Don added, watching Billy shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Something wrong?" he asked, pretending not to be aware of the effect he was having on his partner.

"Yeah, you're on drugs," Billy said plainly. "And as much as I know you've thought about this and as much as I know I've thought about this, there's no way I'm fucking up our partnership by taking advantage of you while you're all drugged up."

"What time is it?"

"Huh?" Billy looked at him, confused.

"Those pills last four hours," Don explained. "I took the last one around five, right? What time is it now?"

Billy picked up his watch from the table in front of him. "Nine-forty."

"Well then, I'm not drugged anymore, am I?" Don asked slyly.

"Don..."

"Billy?"

Billy eyed Don warily. "You never call me Billy."

"You almost never call me Don."

"I call you Don all the time!"

"No, you don't," Don teased. "You say Eppes or partner or buddy, but you almost never call me Don."

"You calling me a liar?" Billy got up and walked over to the bed, grinning like mad.

"Maybe I am," Don taunted. He went back to licking the remains of the blowpop, rolling it over his lips for good measure before sucking it rather crudely into his mouth.

"Tease," Billy growled.

Don reached up and tugged at Billy's belt loop.

"Get your ass down here," he said, a deep rumble in his voice.

Billy sat down on the bed and pulled Don's hand away from his jeans.

"Don..." Billy turned serious again. "You got shot last night..." His hand ghosted up Don's chest until it came to rest over the spot where Don's bruise lay beneath his clothing.

Don put his hand over Billy's. "I did and I came out of it fine."

"No thanks to me," Billy mumbled.

Don gripped Billy's hand tightly. "Don't go there, Coop. We went in and did the best we could. Don't be blaming yourself for it not going by the book. I can't have my partner second guessing himself. If you're not totally in the game..."

"I get it!"

Billy pulled his hand away, withdrawing slightly.

"Billy..." Don's voice took on a softer tone. "We both could have died, not just me. Let's just be glad we came out of it alive, okay?" Don ran his hand up Billy's bare arm. "When you were yelling at me to stay awake..." Don said quietly. "I kept thinking the same thing."

"What was that?" Billy asked, clearing his throat, trying to choke back the emotion in it.

"That I'd been an idiot. Thinking that we should keep things totally professional between us. That shit like regulations matter." Don dropped his hand down to Billy's and held it. "We've been partners in every way that mattered but one and it finally hit me how stupid it was to trust you with my life, but not trust you in all parts of my life."

"Well, you always were a slow learner," Billy teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Don rolled his eyes.

"Fine, be that way," he mocked. "I'm just going to finish off my blowpop." Don proceeded to lavish the blowpop with attention, practically demonstrating his technique for Billy whose rapt attention he'd instantly captured.

As he ran the candy shell over his lips slowly, coating them with a sticky sweet layer of sugar, Billy finally broke and pushed the hand holding the blowpop away and descended on Don's mouth with an almost feral hunger. He sucked and nipped and licked, alternately forcing his tongue into Don's mouth then using it to remove all traces of cherry red sweetness from his lips.

The blowpop fell forgotten from Don's hand to the floor as Billy shifted to cover Don's body with his own. Rubbing his long lean frame against Don's, Billy let his hands roam all over his partner's body, cupping his ass and grinding his erection against him.

Don scrambled, trying to get Billy's clothes off him as quickly as possible.

"Off, off," he muttered, tearing Billy's t-shirt off and tossing it aside. "Fuck yes..."

Billy managed to get Don's jeans unbuttoned and tucked his hand inside, stroking Don through his boxer briefs. Don arched into his touch even as he reached for the button on Billy's jeans.

Billy pulled back enough to pull his own jeans off as Don pulled off his own shirt. Grabbing hold of Don's jeans and underwear, Billy pulled them both down with a grin on his face.

"You don't know how long I've waited to get you naked," he purred. He tossed the clothing aside and began to work his way back up the inside of Don's thighs with his tongue.

"So why aren't you naked yet yourself?" Don asked impatiently.

Billy chuckled and paused long enough to slip his boxers off. "There. Happy?"

"I will be once you move further up my leg."

"Cheeky bastard," Billy said with a laugh as he picked up where he left off on Don's inner thigh.

Don's breathing quickened as Billy progressed, pushing Don's thighs open wider and nestling between them.

He licked a stripe up the crease of Don's leg where it met his body and earned a sound just shy of a whine.

"Something you want?" Billy asked, rubbing his stubbled cheek against the soft skin by Don's hip.

"Fuck, Billy..." Don groaned.

"We'll see about that later," Billy responded with a devilish grin. "Right now I have something else in mind." He repositioned himself and moved Don's legs to bend them at the knee. "Now, let's see what mischief I can get into here..."

Don gasped when he felt Billy's hot tongue lick a long lazy stripe up the underside of his cock, drawing away just before he reached the head. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, concentrating on the sensation.

Billy's lips moved down and mouthed his balls before licking just behind them.

Don felt Billy's hands grip his ankles, pushing them slightly to better position them. Before he could settle into the new position, he felt Billy's tongue pressing in a hard point against his entrance. He drew in a quick breath as the tongue penetrated him, then released a moan of pleasure when Billy's hand wrapped around his cock and started moving in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

Don quickly surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, muttering little monosyllabic encouragements almost unconsciously.

He quickly grew impatient though, wanting more, wanting to be involved more, and reached for Billy. His fingers barely scraped his shoulders, but he distracted him enough to get his attention.

"Yes?" Billy asked, moving up to lick a lazy swirl over the head of Don's cock, making him jump.

Bordering on non-verbal, Don just reached for Billy and pulled him, trying to position him where he wanted him.

It took a second to figure out what he wanted, but once Billy did he shifted his position on the bed, chuckling. "I knew you couldn't go too long without something to suck on." The last word dissolved into a low moan as Don's lips closed around his cock.

"Oh God," he groaned. "If this is what craving cigarettes does to you I am definitely going to start smoking more around you."

He felt Don's chuckle around him and gasped at the vibration it caused.

Once he caught his breath, he edged closer to Don and sucked the head of his cock into his own mouth. He felt the jolt in Don's body as he responded to the pleasure and then settled in, sucking in long slow strokes as he stroked Don's balls in his hand.

With Don aggressively sucking him off he knew he couldn't last much longer. He pulled away enough to wet a finger with his saliva then pressed it against Don's ass, slipping the tip of it inside. He upped his efforts, taking Don deeper and getting a rumbling groan in return.

Both their actions became heated and once Billy knew he was close he pushed his finger the rest of the way in and stroked just as he swallowed Don's cock all the way down.

Don came violently, pulling away from Billy's cock, gasping and shaking.

Almost immediately he went back to finishing Billy off, rubbing the spot behind his balls with one hand while reaching up and pinching a nipple hard with the other.

The unexpected pain and pleasure pushed Billy over the edge and he came, clutching at Don's sweat slicked skin.

Breathless, Billy shifted around to lie shoulder to shoulder beside Don as they both caught their breath.

"I think I have a new appreciation for those blowpops," Billy said with a smirk.

Don laughed. "And I have a new appreciation for smoking."

They both turned to glance at each other, grinning widely.

"We make a good team, don't we?"

"Yeah," Don answered. "We make a great team."

+

They had a whole day at the motel before they had to leave and other than Billy making a food run, they didn't leave the bed the entire time.

When they finally packed up and left the next morning, there was a paper bag on the passenger seat of the car. Don glanced at it then looked at Billy for an explanation.

Billy cocked his head towards it. "It's for you. Open it."

Don picked up the bag and got in the car, putting on his seatbelt as Billy started the car. He opened the bag and pulled out the good sized box inside, laughing.

"Cherry's my favorite too," Billy told him with a mischievous grin.

Don pulled one of the blowpops out of the box and unwrapped it, popping it into his mouth.

"You sure me having a sucker in my mouth on the way home isn't going to be distracting?"

Billy pulled out on the main road and headed for the highway.

"Actually, I'm counting on it."

=
 
 
 
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 20th, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)
Confession
This fic was inspired by so many sources I'm not sure I can remember all of them!

The most important one though is asemic - my Muse Jr. /grins/. Truly this fic almost entirely rips off a little ficlet vignette she wrote involving Don quitting smoking during his time with Billy. I give all credit for the concept to her. I just took her paragraph and expanded it to eleven pages.

Brevity, thy name is not... Yeah, you get the picture. ;-)

So all thanks and praise go out to her for the amazingly hot inspiration and I beg her forgiveness for ripping her off so blatantly. Mea culpa, my dear. It was just too good to pass up.

To be fair, we were *both* inspired by a great scene in Homicide, where Bayliss is quitting smoking and is attracted to Pembleton Pembleton's cigarette. Watch the show – watch all seven years *and* the movie because it's so damn good – but that scene... OMG! So hot... /sighs/

The rest of the inspiration goes to several LJ friends who somehow got on the topic of cherry flavored yummy things and suddenly Sucker was born. (The fic was written over a month ago, so forgive me for not remembering who all was there for that conversation.)

So this goes out to asemic and to melissima because she's such a Max Martini fan. I might have deded her with this one. ;-)

BTW, for more Smoke fic check out the drabbles this week at numb3rs100 since Smoke is this week's prompt. Or you could just get Dirty... ;-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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You not mai best fren: don-sex-noworlisheart on July 20th, 2006 10:42 pm (UTC)
So WHY is that part the most erotic thing in the entire fic to me?

Because shotgunning is the hottest thing ever! Seriously. And I know you just said how much you hate cigarettes, but actually being involved in the act is ZOMG HAWT! :P
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 02:01 am (UTC)
I think I'd try shotgunning IRL if someone had a clove cigarette, since those smell good to me, but not a regular cigarette.

I love the smell in a tobacconist's shop. Pipe tobacco is like man perfume to me - so earthy and spicy.

I'd just rather they put it out as some kind of male potpourri instead of smoking it. ;-)

/is jealous of Chan for having actually done shotgunning/

-Emma
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 05:06 pm (UTC)
Well, how about this...

Next time you have someone sexy handy on a hot day, have them inhale a lungful of cold air from the freezer and shotgun *that* into your mouth.

They have to work quickly because the body warms air fast, but it might be a fun experiment. ;-)

Me, I'm going to try for clove cigarettes or pipe smoke, just because those are less foul to me than cigarettes.

-Emma
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 25th, 2006 07:36 pm (UTC)
Well, if we do it in the wintertime that might buy us a few seconds.

Sure, but it'd be far less enjoyable. Brr!

-Emma
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 01:49 am (UTC)
Because, like incest fic, some things are sexier in stories than IRL.

It lends itself to being an intimate act. The sharing of breath is already sexy, but you add an element of *dirty* to it, of *badness*, and it just gets hotter.

The short answer is because I *wrote* it that way. If someone did it to you, someone you had no sexual tension with, it would just be gross.

I don't condone smoking. Cigarettes killed someone close to me. They're gross and disgusting and a filthy habit - a weakness of character.

So I don't smoke and I don't date smokers.

I do however use them in fic for the same reason I'll write fic without condoms from time to time. Because it's what works for the story.

That said, hee! I got to you! /is all happy/

And here I thought no one would notice this fic coming so soon after Smoke and Mirrors which is even *more* smoking oriented!

Thanks,

Emma
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC)
You're too nice. There's no way the written word can be better than actual sex and the implication that I came close is more of a compliment than I deserve.

Now *inspiring* real sex to occur? I'd be on board with that. Hee!

You always do honey

Aww... You're too sweet.

-Emma
Cynthia: Billy The Other Man by missmollyetc1trackmind on July 20th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
I like it (though I hate smoking, I'm mildly allergic to it). I was a little confused by Billy's mood after talking to the boss though. I was expecting something more from that, like he'd been reprimanded or something.

Otherwise it was quite enjoyable :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 02:08 am (UTC)
Well, the boss' call was both a distraction and a mood killer for Billy. There can't be any good news after a bad takedown like that, so it felt okay to just imply that the call was unpleasant. I hoped that it would be enough to show that Billy was shielding Don from the unpleasantness of what was to come while he was recovering, trying to take care of Don in a kind of guy way.

Sorry it distracted you, it wasn't supposed to be that big a deal.

Thanks for your comments.

-Emma
NV: Boondock Saints - Like Thatneur0vanity on July 21st, 2006 12:06 am (UTC)
You've killed me again, woman. Bravo!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 02:10 am (UTC)
Hee! Always good to hear!

Thanks,

Emma
T.: Lovemonkeyfun1 on July 21st, 2006 12:23 am (UTC)
Gotta tell ya, I'm printing this one out.
shot gunning is as hot as buddy breathing. It's so fucking sensual. I love men. I love these men. You write them so well, you have their movements, their voice, their looks, just them to a T (no pun intended.)
I love you for the men!
T
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 02:13 am (UTC)
Wow, that's... /stares/
That's um... /stares/
That's quite the icon, T.

Ahem.

Anyway, your words are so kind, thank you.

I've had so much trouble writing porn sex scenes lately that I wasn't sure if this one was really any good. I should know better than to doubt with such great betas and friends on my f-list. /smiles/

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

-Emma
T.: Lovemonkeyfun1 on July 21st, 2006 02:20 am (UTC)
hee, Yeah I love this icon too.
;-)
I'm not seeming to be having the porn problem right now. This comment porn is fun!
T
Karen: Numb3rs Charliebyrons_brain on July 21st, 2006 09:47 am (UTC)
Wonderful... I love the oral fixation.....
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 05:03 pm (UTC)
Me too! I don't view Don as ever having been a smoker in canon (most serious athletes eschew it and he's got a lot of self-discipline), but it was fun to try that skin on him for a change - to give him a weakness.

Glad you liked it.

-Emma
Silvia: OralFixationcordy1979 on July 21st, 2006 07:26 pm (UTC)
Never saw Don as a smoker, but the oral fixation is hot *yummy* :)

Don returned his grin. "So... Got anything I can suck on?" *lol*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 21st, 2006 07:50 pm (UTC)
Hee! I couldn't help but put that line in. I didn't care if this was OOC for Don, it was fun.

Glad you liked it.

-Emma
amandajaneellisonbabe on January 17th, 2007 07:34 pm (UTC)
well its just *GUH*
I hadn't heard of shotgunning before, sheltered life you see *g*, but I think this was hotter than the actual sex!
I can now add blowpops to the oral fixation list ;P