29 Days of Smut 2016
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A self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.




















Aliens Made Them Do It [3/?]
Date: 2016-03-13 02:07 am (UTC)It was a horrible thought.
He could hear them even now, as he leaned against the door with his eyes closed and a buzz of anticipation spreading through him. It was barely anything, not yet; just enough to prove to him that they were trying to resist and would no doubt soon fail miserably at it. It was nothing more than the occasional gasp or muffled moan, quiet even in the otherwise silent room, sounds so tiny and inaudible that Avery might not have heard them if he wasn't expecting them--and sounds that weren't at all helping him resist.
By the time he heard Rylan's first uninhibited groan, he had all but resolved himself to failure. The door wasn't going to budge, not until whoever had locked it decided to let them out. And he doubted they planned to do that anytime soon.
Do not look at them, Avery told himself, his eyes screwed tightly shut as his forehead rested against the metal. If you look at them, you're fucked. Just ignore it. Maybe they're just fuck each other and leave you alone.
Trying to focus on the sound of his own breathing instead of the sound of their half-heartedly muffled cries, now frequent and clearly audible from his place across the room, Avery counted down from ten over and over to steady himself, reminding himself all the while that he shouldn't look. Giving in to that particular, curious urge was just the first step of giving in entirely. If he could ignore the erection currently growing between his legs, he could certainly ignore whatever the hell they were doing way over there.
Until, of course, the moment he couldn't. Without even realizing he was about to do it and right on the heels of his latest reminder not to dare, Avery glanced over his shoulder at them and let out his own tiny noise.
Rylan had her back against the metal wall of the room, and she'd either shucked her clothes herself or had them taken from her by Jackson, who now had his back to Avery. The blonde was on his knees in front of her, his hands on her thighs as he pushed them apart, and Avery was startled to see the man's face pressed up against the apex of her legs, his mouth clearly on her sex. Rylan, thankfully, had her eyes closed, and with Jackson's face so otherwise occupied, neither of them saw him looking at them, and for that, he was vastly grateful. The last thing he wanted to do was catch their attention now. For all he didn't trust his own libido right now, he certainly trusted it much more than either of theirs.
Rylan was leaning into her boyfriend's touch, her spine arching against the wall as her fingers threaded into his pale blonde locks, and Avery had actually turned to them and taken a step in their direction before he realized what he was doing and slammed himself back against the door. Luckily, neither of them looked up at that, apparently mistaking the sound for yet another weak attempt at breaking through the thing, and Avery clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle any noise that might slip out while folding the other hand firmly between himself and the wall. He was not going to make a sound, he told himself firmly, and he was not going to touch himself. Not to the sight of this.