Title: Grass (1/1)
Author: merc. <merc@ns.sympatico.ca>
Distribution: WWFSML archive, WWFSML-fic, & my site. All others please ask.
Disclaimers: I neither make nor intend any implications of the characters' lives, lifestyles, states of mind, or activities. I make no claims to them in any way.
Warnings: NC-17 (M/M slash, graphic sex, language)
Characters: Rhyno, Lance Storm
Summary: Pure PWP. If there's any plot in here I want it shot!
Spoilers: None.
Date: Friday, 06 September, 2002
Feedback: Always very much appreciated.

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Rhyno watched.

He waited until Lance had showered and dressed, and then without warning he pinned the smaller man against the wall, drawing a small yelp of surprise. He ground his hips and his hardening cock against Lance's firm ass.

"Rhyno, what are you--?"

Lance's question was cut off as Rhyno growled seductively in his ear. He nuzzled against Lance's neck, and felt the shiver that ran through his body. Faintly he heard a few snickers behind him in the locker room, but he ignored them. He ground against Lance again.

"It's late, I...I..."

Rhyno licked a slow, straight line from the collar of Lance's t-shirt to his ear, and Lance shuddered.

"Okay," he whispered hoarsely, and Rhyno grinned.

A minute later they were in the rental car. "Where are we going?" Lance asked as he turned the key. He looked nervous.

"Out of town," Rhyno answered, leering.

"Out of town where?"

"Anywhere."

Just as soon as they pulled into traffic, Rhyno leaned down and brushed his tongue across the front of Lance's tight jeans. Lance gasped. Rhyno licked again, and again, feeling the cock inside those jeans swell and harden. In just a few minutes he could hear Lance's breath become shallow and ragged. He sat up and smirked at Lance, who was holding the steering wheel tightly, his eyes wide.

Rhyno looked around. "Turn here," he said. Lance obediently turned, and just a few minutes later he pulled the car to a stop on the side of a silent back road. Rhyno got out of the car, grinning to himself as he watched Lance. Without waiting, he undid Lance's belt and jeans, pushed him against the side of the car, and dropped to his knees.

He pulled down Lance's jeans but left his briefs in place, admiring the outline of his hard cock within them. He began licking it through the cotton. Lance whimpered. Rhyno began sucking on the outline of Lance's cock, through the fabric, and Lance moaned and squirmed until Rhyno had to hold his hips still.

When he tasted the salty tang of Lance's pre-cum seeping through the fabric, he stood up and quickly stripped Lance's clothes off him, negligently tossing his underwear aside. Lance's cock stood eagerly erect as Rhyno easily lifted him onto the trunk of the car and turned him over, exposing his firm ass. He stroked it lightly with both hands for a moment, just long enough to make Lance's heart beat faster, and then he swiped his tongue roughly over Lance's hole.

Lance's surprised squeak turned into a moan as Rhyno's tongue continued to stroke his ass without pause. He gasped and tried to thrust backward as if to force the tongue inside him, but Rhyno backed off swiftly each time, refusing to abandon the outside of Lance's body. He could taste the salt of sweat and could smell his arousal, and the hint of soap. He grabbed Lance's ass in both hands then and with a hungry growl probed his tongue inside.

Lance moaned again, halfway between a plea and a curse. Rhyno backed off, and stood up straight. He quickly shucked off his clothes and resisted the urge to grasp his throbbing cock. As patiently as he could, he picked Lance up in his both arms and left the road, striding to the middle of the meadow. The tall grass was dry and cool beneath his feet, and a breeze stirred it against his thighs as he walked. He set Lance down and stomped a flat patch around them both.

There was no moon, just the bright Milky Way overhead in the summer sky, and by its light he could just see Lance, standing before him uncertainly, waiting for something to happen. What happened was Rhyno tackling him to the ground. Almost with the same motion, Rhyno pushed his middle finger inside Lance, making him gasp. He hungrily licked Lance's throat as he quickly pushed another finger inside, stretching him quickly and nudging his prostate. In only seconds, Lance was mewling, his head thrown back to grant Rhyno greater access to his throat; Rhyno licked, sucked, and nibbled, paying close attention all the while to how Lance's ass felt around his fingers.

Hot, so very hot. Tight, and slick.

He withdrew his fingers. He picked Lance up and set him on his hands and knees, and without any further ado he pressed his cock against Lance's entrance. Lance gasped, and then pushed back as Rhyno pushed forward. He slid inside, overwhelmed for a moment at the heat of Lance's body and the vise-like tightness. He shook his head to clear it as much as possible, and fully sheathed himself. Lance moaned loudly.

Rhyno remained still for a long moment, stroking Lance's broad, muscular back. It was slick with sweat, and bits of grass clung to his skin. Rhyno grasped his hips, and began pounding.

Hard. Deep. Fast.

He could hear his heart beating rapidly, and over top of that he listened closely to Lance's desperate moans and grunts, the sounds of pure lust. The smells of sweat and sex mingled with fresh grass and the midnight breeze as Rhyno's body took over, his animal instincts driving his hips forward again and again toward his need to come.

But when the time came, he backed off. Slowed down, nearly to a stop, panting heavily with the effort. His whole body trembled with excitement.

Lance too was breathing hard, his head hanging low, his arms and legs shaking slightly from the brutish assault. Rhyno stroked his sweaty back, and reached under him to find his cock hard and dripping. Rhyno grinned, and as Lance moaned at the touch, he heard a low growl of lust escape his throat.

As soon as he felt steady again, Rhyno took hold of Lance's hips once again, and began thrusting just as deeply, just as hard, just as fast as before, and Lance threw his head back and wailed. He moaned with every thrust.

Again, far too quickly, Rhyno felt his climax swiftly approaching, and he slowed his pace again. He leaned down and licked the sweat from Lance's shoulder, nuzzled his ear, and growled low in his throat. He straightened and thrust hard, hard enough to make Lance yelp. He drew his cock out of Lance, and gently helped him to lie on his back. He lifted Lance's legs and slowly eased his cock back in, watching Lance's eyes glaze over beneath the starlight, hearing the soft moan escape his lips.

Moving more slowly, so slowly it made every muscle in his body ache with need, Rhyno continued, watching the ecstasy on Lance's face with each slow, patient movement of his cock, listening to each soft, intimate whimper of pleasure.

Rhyno's body finally cried out for release, and he let go, burying himself deep inside Lance as he shuddered from head to toe. His cock throbbed painfully as he came, and he collapsed on top of Lance, gasping for breath, his vision temporarily black.

Lance's hands moved slowly on Rhyno's back where the breeze felt suddenly cool on his sweaty skin. Rhyno wearily lifted himself up on his hands, and gingerly slid his softening cock from Lance's ass. Lance winced, and then gasped as his ass was swiftly filled again by two fingers that instantly targeted his prostate. His back arched, and he cried out suddenly as Rhyno closed his lips around Lance's swollen, dripping cock. He sucked fiercely, swirling his tongue around the hard flesh. He felt Lance's fingertips dig into his shoulders, harder and harder as his moans and cries became more desperate with each stroke of Rhyno's tongue, each stroke of Rhyno's fingers against his prostate.

The end came soon, and Lance's body gave out, filling Rhyno's mouth with hot, salty cum. It flowed and flowed, and Rhyno had to swallow quickly to avoid spilling it.

Patiently, he licked Lance's cock clean, and then lifted him in his arms and carried him back to the car. They dressed in silence, and then Rhyno took the keys to drive back to town. Lance was fast asleep by the time they arrived.