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The Cure-All
Beecher/Keller
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1_million_words Bingo prompt "face-fucking"
R - sex, undernegotiated kink, slight dub-con
Toby pushed the tray of food halfway across the table. “My chicken nuggets are cold.”
Chris snagged a nugget from the abandoned tray. “And today would be different because…”
“It’s just… we used to have standards, you know. Food was supposed to be hot. Mail was supposed to come to you unopened. Kids were supposed to be happy.”
Ah, thought Chris. That was it. “Kids are kids. Happy one minute, sad the next, pissed off the one after that. That’s why I never had any, couldn’t stand the drama.”
“It’s always been different with Holly and me.”
“And you’ll be back to being besties the next time she sees you. But first, we’ve got to do something to change that mood of yours.”
“I’m not really…” Toby began.
“This isn’t up for argument. You need to get out of your head and I’ve got the tried and true way to make it happen. Come with me.” Chris stood up from the table.
“But dinner isn’t over.”
“Jeez, Beecher, you’re worse than a six year old. Get up.”
Sean Murphy stepped up to the table. “Is there a problem, gentlemen?”
“Nah, Toby’s not feeling right. I’m going to walk him back to our bunk, make sure he doesn’t pass out.”
Murphy nodded. Chris took it as all he was going to get, wrapped an arm around Beecher’s shoulder and headed out of the cafeteria.
He took a detour on the way to EmCity, stopping at the supply closet where he spent part of every day. It was always empty at this hour and a good place to help Toby forget his troubles for a while.
“Been a while,” said Toby.
“Well, we’re not going to be having a repeat performance of that,” said Chris.
“If it was me.”
“Right.”
Toby turned to face a shelving unit, wrapping his hands around the rails on each side of it. “No, no, no,” said Chris. Chris pulled down the zipper of his jeans, an unmistakeable sound in the room. “Turn around.” Toby turned. “Good boy.” Chris had his jeans open and his dick out. “On your knees.”
“I don’t see how a blow-job will-“
“Shh,” said Chris, gesturing to the floor.
“Your dick is not a cure-all.”
“Well, we’ll see about that.” Toby got down on his knees and reached toward Chris. “Nuh-uh. Hands behind your back. Keep them there. Good.”
Toby opened his mouth to speak. Chris reached forward and pulled Toby’s hair, allowing him to gain greater access. He started with an easy pace, just a smooth slide over Toby’s lips and tongue, forward and back, a little more on each thrust. When he could see Toby relax slightly, he switched it up, holding Toby’s head in place as he slammed his cock to the back of Toby’s throat. He forced Toby to take him deeper than he’d ever had before, not stopping when Toby choked and looked a bit panicked. Chris continued to thrust, only coming when tears started to leak out of the corners of Toby’s eyes. Chris pulled out, dragging his still-dripping cock against the side of Toby’s face, as Toby struggled to catch his breath.
“You make one hell of a beautiful cock-slut, Beecher.” His fingers traced the line of come on Toby’s cheek, then brought them down to Toby’s lips so Toby could have another taste. “How do you feel?”
“How do I-?”
“It’s okay. You can say it.”
Toby let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. You’re the cure-all.”
“Thank you.”
“But get one thing straight, this cure is only for me.”
“Sure.”
“Fuck, I’m hungry.”
“I could go again.”
“Not that kind.”
“Let me see,” Chris said, rummaging around behind one of the racks. “If the rats didn’t get here first, you’re in luck.” There was some crinkling and then a small object hurtled through the air toward Toby.
“Peanut butter and cheese crackers?”
“Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“Should I ask?”
“Let’s just say I did someone a tiny favor.”
Toby ripped the packaging open and took one of the orange squares from it. “I always wondered what these tasted like. Gary used to ask for these, but Gen didn’t want the kids to eat anything processed.” He took a bite. “Not bad. You’re my savior twice today, Chris Keller.”
“If we beat Murphy back to EmCity, I’ll be your savior three times.”
“Something like that deserves a repayment.”
“I’m sure I’ll think of some way you can pay me back,” Chris said, smiling.
oz_magi and get your requests in.And now the fic:
The Cure-All
Beecher/Keller
Written for the
1_million_words Bingo prompt "face-fucking"R - sex, undernegotiated kink, slight dub-con
Toby pushed the tray of food halfway across the table. “My chicken nuggets are cold.”
Chris snagged a nugget from the abandoned tray. “And today would be different because…”
“It’s just… we used to have standards, you know. Food was supposed to be hot. Mail was supposed to come to you unopened. Kids were supposed to be happy.”
Ah, thought Chris. That was it. “Kids are kids. Happy one minute, sad the next, pissed off the one after that. That’s why I never had any, couldn’t stand the drama.”
“It’s always been different with Holly and me.”
“And you’ll be back to being besties the next time she sees you. But first, we’ve got to do something to change that mood of yours.”
“I’m not really…” Toby began.
“This isn’t up for argument. You need to get out of your head and I’ve got the tried and true way to make it happen. Come with me.” Chris stood up from the table.
“But dinner isn’t over.”
“Jeez, Beecher, you’re worse than a six year old. Get up.”
Sean Murphy stepped up to the table. “Is there a problem, gentlemen?”
“Nah, Toby’s not feeling right. I’m going to walk him back to our bunk, make sure he doesn’t pass out.”
Murphy nodded. Chris took it as all he was going to get, wrapped an arm around Beecher’s shoulder and headed out of the cafeteria.
He took a detour on the way to EmCity, stopping at the supply closet where he spent part of every day. It was always empty at this hour and a good place to help Toby forget his troubles for a while.
“Been a while,” said Toby.
“Well, we’re not going to be having a repeat performance of that,” said Chris.
“If it was me.”
“Right.”
Toby turned to face a shelving unit, wrapping his hands around the rails on each side of it. “No, no, no,” said Chris. Chris pulled down the zipper of his jeans, an unmistakeable sound in the room. “Turn around.” Toby turned. “Good boy.” Chris had his jeans open and his dick out. “On your knees.”
“I don’t see how a blow-job will-“
“Shh,” said Chris, gesturing to the floor.
“Your dick is not a cure-all.”
“Well, we’ll see about that.” Toby got down on his knees and reached toward Chris. “Nuh-uh. Hands behind your back. Keep them there. Good.”
Toby opened his mouth to speak. Chris reached forward and pulled Toby’s hair, allowing him to gain greater access. He started with an easy pace, just a smooth slide over Toby’s lips and tongue, forward and back, a little more on each thrust. When he could see Toby relax slightly, he switched it up, holding Toby’s head in place as he slammed his cock to the back of Toby’s throat. He forced Toby to take him deeper than he’d ever had before, not stopping when Toby choked and looked a bit panicked. Chris continued to thrust, only coming when tears started to leak out of the corners of Toby’s eyes. Chris pulled out, dragging his still-dripping cock against the side of Toby’s face, as Toby struggled to catch his breath.
“You make one hell of a beautiful cock-slut, Beecher.” His fingers traced the line of come on Toby’s cheek, then brought them down to Toby’s lips so Toby could have another taste. “How do you feel?”
“How do I-?”
“It’s okay. You can say it.”
Toby let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. You’re the cure-all.”
“Thank you.”
“But get one thing straight, this cure is only for me.”
“Sure.”
“Fuck, I’m hungry.”
“I could go again.”
“Not that kind.”
“Let me see,” Chris said, rummaging around behind one of the racks. “If the rats didn’t get here first, you’re in luck.” There was some crinkling and then a small object hurtled through the air toward Toby.
“Peanut butter and cheese crackers?”
“Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“Should I ask?”
“Let’s just say I did someone a tiny favor.”
Toby ripped the packaging open and took one of the orange squares from it. “I always wondered what these tasted like. Gary used to ask for these, but Gen didn’t want the kids to eat anything processed.” He took a bite. “Not bad. You’re my savior twice today, Chris Keller.”
“If we beat Murphy back to EmCity, I’ll be your savior three times.”
“Something like that deserves a repayment.”
“I’m sure I’ll think of some way you can pay me back,” Chris said, smiling.
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I love how Chris knows just what Toby needs to make him feel better. ;D
“Peanut butter and cheese crackers?” // “Beggars can’t be choosers.”
OMG I have a personal story about these exact crackers! Right after I'd given birth to my first baby, I was completely drained and STARVING because all I'd had to eat for the last 24 hours was ice chips. The nurse handed me a package of peanut butter and cheese crackers, and I thought, "WTF, these sound gross." But I devoured them anyway and ended up liking them! (Probably because, like I said, I was starving). Anyway, now they're a guilty pleasure of mine, and I always flashback to being in the delivery room whenever I eat any.
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