Flesh For Fantasy
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › N'sync
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,532
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of NSync. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Flesh For Fantasy
Title: Flesh For Fantasy
Author: Jennifer J.
Archived: http://www.livejournal.com/~darkstar_tales
Summary: A Songfic based on Billy Idol's Flesh For Fantasy.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: JC/Joey
Feedback: Yes please. Either email or to the site.
Disclaimer: I don't own, know or control either of the the characters in this story, nor their real personas. I'm just playing around with them for a bit.
He was beautiful lying there, arms elongated, sinewy cording in his legs tight and defined. Stomach sunken but muscular, not overtly--neat and atheletically toned. The thick, long silky mass of hair that framed his head like a mane, lay golden tinted in the barely there light shining in from the window. JC appeared smaller nowadays than he had a few years ago, save that was an illusion that he cultivated. Confusing the minds and perceptions of those who didn't really see him, nor that he want to see.
Only one saw past the mists, one who was so deeply entrenched in his life that all he had to do was peer into those starfire silver-grey and oceanic green eyes. He stretched, making every muscle in his body flex and slide under the tawny brown of his skin, like snakes coiling in a pit. A rumble sounded within his chest as he caught the scent of attraction building between them; musky and heady, it wrapped around his senses and made his nostrils flare with need.
A hint of tongue peeked out from between his lips, gliding slowly to wet them. The act made sensual as his eyes focused in the encroaching darkness on the outline against the wall. Big in the way of men who actually work with their hands, not sculpted in some high priced gymnasium. Joe had the profile and build of Construction Workers, Dock Workers, men that sweated and earned their living--hard and fast. Only difference between he and they, a fact, Joe's body was made this way by nature.
Thick arms, strong and secure, yet able to hold a tiny child in them with infinite care. Wide chest, barrel like and hard, with a heart that beat golden rivers incased within. His stomach wasn't flat, but softly rounded and it hid the solidness of muscle under it. Thighs so muscular that they made bodybuilders envious with the perfection of them, and his legs long, though he hid them in baggy clothing. Down to his feet, shaped like a statue's with not a trace of hair on top of any toe.
JC smiled now, he noted these beautiful features in Joe's body because he stood there clothed only in the fading day's light and shade. The ebony shadows carefully hiding the almost turgid flesh that hung between his legs, nestled by thick blackish-brown curling hairs. Was it shadow that made the wanton flesh seem to lean towards the left, or was it manipulation from years of handling finally showing their mark? It didn't matter, because even that shaping of body added understated elegance to this man.
He wanted Joe, wanted to trail his fingers over his body and tangle them in the hair on his chest, wanted to be able to lay his own personal mark on him. Teeth to glide over the salty sweat flecked skin, only to have them sink in and bruise. Bodies to join in heat and slick with tears and release. Hardness to force entrance and make softer flesh yield to the pleasures that it desires.
Joe watched JC struggle with his need, watched the flush creeping through his skin, and the hunger slither through his blood. He knew what he wanted, he had known for years and had waited for this moment. Golden-hazel eyes flecked with amber consumed the image of fantasy personified on the bed. Limbs that cried out for touches, licks, nibbles, and just the edge of pain that would push the aching body over into bliss. A growling intesity built up, ecstasy just out of reach.
He walked, no stalked quietly across the distance to JC's yearning body. His feet padding softly on the floor as it brought him closer to his torment. A hand, lightly callused wrapped around a slender ankle, pulling it to the end of the bed; the body following obediantly and opening with only a brief touch of thumb against an instep. That hand stroked and petted its way up the length of long leg, bending and drawing it to rest on a broad chest.
JC let his other leg fall to the side, looking deeply into Joe's eyes as he offered up the use of himself. He wanted to be filled, to have that part of Joe buried so deeply inside that he'd feel him for days on end. He welcomed it, invited it, reached out for it with sly looks and teasing smiles from lips that could have kissed cherries to full redness. Eyes that cut to the quick, obvious in their travel when they gazed longingly at where their bodies would soon join.
Would he take him? Would he need any more of an invitation or would they stop this game that was only making them uncomfortable with the time spent playing it? A lift of slim hips, offering bluntly for what was needed. His name on that velvet voice, calling to the primal inside. No time spent on preperation, only searing pain that bordered on the most exquisite pleasure. Depths previously never penetrated, stretched slowly to allow the welcomed invasion.
Thrusts--hard and deep, full and long--rocked the slighter body below, made it writhe and open further. Pants, delicious and wild, came from lips begging for more, for it harder, for it to never stop, for this to continue for eternity. Pants that were silenced by lips tightly fastened together in the throes of animal heat and rutting. Tongues dipped into each other's mouths, tasting and drawing out the painful pleasure.
A heavy weight, pressed tightly between two struggling bodies, slicked with moisture--sweat and semi-pearly drops of near release. The long, hard line of a cock twitching against a belly with a soft trail of brown hair and another with black, coarse hair. Sensations ranging between ticklish and slow elation, an end near yet far away. Hands clench in bedding, nails biting through the sheets.
One voice, deep baritone hitching an octave higher while the smooth smokey tenor slips down in pitch. They sound alike, one complimenting the other in tone and urgency. Groans unleashed and quickly swallowed, bodies crying with need. A smooth hand, long fingers grip roughly at the muscled, thick shoulder of he who is above him, bruising the skin. Stronger than he appears to be, the illusion shatters so much in that passing second that all control is lost.
Hips rest between the curved arch of firm thighs and sturdy legs, the small ass rocking up and down with the fevered strokes. Tightening comes with blinding speed, eyes darken and the lighting in the room dims to pitch blackness. Shudders so strong that make a heart feel like it's about to explode, course through them both. Tripping over the lungful of air that can't be taken in, they claw desperately at the super nova of emotion and consummation.
Fingers link, twined to the pair, bonding them tighter than experience. Tighter than the urges of their now depleting bodies. The younger feels his friend, his lover, move so that those long legs are around the thick waist he possesses, drawing him closer and making sure that he can't move from where he's likely to be buried for eternity.
There they lay, long forms wrapped around each other to the point that you can't tell where either begins. Wetness and memories lie between them, longing both old and new wait ahead of them. Love...it may come one day.
~Fin~
"Flesh For Fantasy"
There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.
So when will you call?
I'm experienced Oh yeah
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all Oh yeah.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
I sing for culture...
Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Author: Jennifer J.
Archived: http://www.livejournal.com/~darkstar_tales
Summary: A Songfic based on Billy Idol's Flesh For Fantasy.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: JC/Joey
Feedback: Yes please. Either email or to the site.
Disclaimer: I don't own, know or control either of the the characters in this story, nor their real personas. I'm just playing around with them for a bit.
He was beautiful lying there, arms elongated, sinewy cording in his legs tight and defined. Stomach sunken but muscular, not overtly--neat and atheletically toned. The thick, long silky mass of hair that framed his head like a mane, lay golden tinted in the barely there light shining in from the window. JC appeared smaller nowadays than he had a few years ago, save that was an illusion that he cultivated. Confusing the minds and perceptions of those who didn't really see him, nor that he want to see.
Only one saw past the mists, one who was so deeply entrenched in his life that all he had to do was peer into those starfire silver-grey and oceanic green eyes. He stretched, making every muscle in his body flex and slide under the tawny brown of his skin, like snakes coiling in a pit. A rumble sounded within his chest as he caught the scent of attraction building between them; musky and heady, it wrapped around his senses and made his nostrils flare with need.
A hint of tongue peeked out from between his lips, gliding slowly to wet them. The act made sensual as his eyes focused in the encroaching darkness on the outline against the wall. Big in the way of men who actually work with their hands, not sculpted in some high priced gymnasium. Joe had the profile and build of Construction Workers, Dock Workers, men that sweated and earned their living--hard and fast. Only difference between he and they, a fact, Joe's body was made this way by nature.
Thick arms, strong and secure, yet able to hold a tiny child in them with infinite care. Wide chest, barrel like and hard, with a heart that beat golden rivers incased within. His stomach wasn't flat, but softly rounded and it hid the solidness of muscle under it. Thighs so muscular that they made bodybuilders envious with the perfection of them, and his legs long, though he hid them in baggy clothing. Down to his feet, shaped like a statue's with not a trace of hair on top of any toe.
JC smiled now, he noted these beautiful features in Joe's body because he stood there clothed only in the fading day's light and shade. The ebony shadows carefully hiding the almost turgid flesh that hung between his legs, nestled by thick blackish-brown curling hairs. Was it shadow that made the wanton flesh seem to lean towards the left, or was it manipulation from years of handling finally showing their mark? It didn't matter, because even that shaping of body added understated elegance to this man.
He wanted Joe, wanted to trail his fingers over his body and tangle them in the hair on his chest, wanted to be able to lay his own personal mark on him. Teeth to glide over the salty sweat flecked skin, only to have them sink in and bruise. Bodies to join in heat and slick with tears and release. Hardness to force entrance and make softer flesh yield to the pleasures that it desires.
Joe watched JC struggle with his need, watched the flush creeping through his skin, and the hunger slither through his blood. He knew what he wanted, he had known for years and had waited for this moment. Golden-hazel eyes flecked with amber consumed the image of fantasy personified on the bed. Limbs that cried out for touches, licks, nibbles, and just the edge of pain that would push the aching body over into bliss. A growling intesity built up, ecstasy just out of reach.
He walked, no stalked quietly across the distance to JC's yearning body. His feet padding softly on the floor as it brought him closer to his torment. A hand, lightly callused wrapped around a slender ankle, pulling it to the end of the bed; the body following obediantly and opening with only a brief touch of thumb against an instep. That hand stroked and petted its way up the length of long leg, bending and drawing it to rest on a broad chest.
JC let his other leg fall to the side, looking deeply into Joe's eyes as he offered up the use of himself. He wanted to be filled, to have that part of Joe buried so deeply inside that he'd feel him for days on end. He welcomed it, invited it, reached out for it with sly looks and teasing smiles from lips that could have kissed cherries to full redness. Eyes that cut to the quick, obvious in their travel when they gazed longingly at where their bodies would soon join.
Would he take him? Would he need any more of an invitation or would they stop this game that was only making them uncomfortable with the time spent playing it? A lift of slim hips, offering bluntly for what was needed. His name on that velvet voice, calling to the primal inside. No time spent on preperation, only searing pain that bordered on the most exquisite pleasure. Depths previously never penetrated, stretched slowly to allow the welcomed invasion.
Thrusts--hard and deep, full and long--rocked the slighter body below, made it writhe and open further. Pants, delicious and wild, came from lips begging for more, for it harder, for it to never stop, for this to continue for eternity. Pants that were silenced by lips tightly fastened together in the throes of animal heat and rutting. Tongues dipped into each other's mouths, tasting and drawing out the painful pleasure.
A heavy weight, pressed tightly between two struggling bodies, slicked with moisture--sweat and semi-pearly drops of near release. The long, hard line of a cock twitching against a belly with a soft trail of brown hair and another with black, coarse hair. Sensations ranging between ticklish and slow elation, an end near yet far away. Hands clench in bedding, nails biting through the sheets.
One voice, deep baritone hitching an octave higher while the smooth smokey tenor slips down in pitch. They sound alike, one complimenting the other in tone and urgency. Groans unleashed and quickly swallowed, bodies crying with need. A smooth hand, long fingers grip roughly at the muscled, thick shoulder of he who is above him, bruising the skin. Stronger than he appears to be, the illusion shatters so much in that passing second that all control is lost.
Hips rest between the curved arch of firm thighs and sturdy legs, the small ass rocking up and down with the fevered strokes. Tightening comes with blinding speed, eyes darken and the lighting in the room dims to pitch blackness. Shudders so strong that make a heart feel like it's about to explode, course through them both. Tripping over the lungful of air that can't be taken in, they claw desperately at the super nova of emotion and consummation.
Fingers link, twined to the pair, bonding them tighter than experience. Tighter than the urges of their now depleting bodies. The younger feels his friend, his lover, move so that those long legs are around the thick waist he possesses, drawing him closer and making sure that he can't move from where he's likely to be buried for eternity.
There they lay, long forms wrapped around each other to the point that you can't tell where either begins. Wetness and memories lie between them, longing both old and new wait ahead of them. Love...it may come one day.
~Fin~
"Flesh For Fantasy"
There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.
So when will you call?
I'm experienced Oh yeah
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all Oh yeah.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
I sing for culture...
Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy