Message In a Bottle
Author: The Empress of All
Pairing: Colin and "Mysterious Stranger"
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own Don't care!
Meet me there at midnight. The letter shook in my trembling hand. It had been a while. Over five years to be exact, but I still know what the cryptic words meant.
The tremble moved from my hands to the butterflies inside my stomach. I grabbed my coat and went out into the cool evening breeze. It whisped across my heated skin and tickled the few remaining traces of hair at the top of my head.
I picked up my pace as I neared the spot. I was anxious, excited and incredibly hot. I chuckled at the thought. The sound of my voice echoing in the silence. How quiet it was here.
I heard the footsteps approaching and I had to dicipline myself not to respond. I kept my eyes straight ahead but the quirky little smirk refused to leave my face. My dimple deepend in my cheek. I shoved my hand further into my pockets and pressed on.
As I rounded the corner of a building where a pale streetlight cast an eerie yellow glow on the pavement, two strong hands grabbed me roughly and spun me around pressing my face against the brick. An unmistakeable voice so close so close to my ear whispers to me harshly, matter-of-factly, "This is what you want."
"Yes," I want to say, but before I made a sound the hard body pushes up against me, pressing my forehead further into the cool, rough surface.
"Don't speak."the voice rumbles from above and a mouth decends on my neck, tasting, licking, sucking and teasing me.
"Yes..." I moan desperately, disobeying my command. The hands slide along my shoulders and yank down my jacket, just enough so that it pins my arms behind me. I gasp. The hands continue the journey, the breath hot at my neck, the breathing increasing to match my own.
The hands grab my hips and pull me back hard against him. He groans in my ear as I hear my own moan of pleasure to match. I try to wiggle my arms free.
"I said don't..fucking..move" He warned emphasizing each word with a well placed thrust. I only nodded and let out a frustrated sigh. I needed to touch. I needed to feel, but I needed this more.
"Give me what I came for." The voice said from above. I felt his nose press into the back of my neck, his ragged breathing as he moved his hands round to my button pausing only to feel me up roughly. I almost ruined the moment by crying out at his touch, ready to end before we began.
It felt so good. He was an expert, after all. But it had been far too long.
"Take it." I told him pleadingly. Teeth decended on my shoulder and I bit back another cry.
The hand on my crotch moved up and jerked open the button on my jeans. I was gasping hard feeling the differences from the sharp ache in my shoulder and the throbbing ache in my pants.
"This is what I want." The voice said grabbing hold of my hard, hot cock. I leaned my head back on the shoulder that was supporting me, my eyes rolling back, neck exposed.
The hand continued to fondle me, my breath coming in gasps as he expertly brought me closer to the edge.
"Fuck me!" I cried out, bringing a knowing chuckle to my ear. I felt his hardness pressed deep into me. He kept pushing harder into me moaning my name.
At the sound of my name on his lips, I came hard into his hand all over the brick wall in front of me. I was so high as I rode the dizzying spiral down and I felt the pressure ease up from my back. The hands traveled up my back once more putting my jacket back on. A kiss on my ear and he was gone.
I turned around and rested my head against the wall, the small smile in place. It had been five years, but it still felt like yesterday. It may be another but I'd do it all again. This chance meeting with a "stranger."