FIC: "Blowjobs I Have Had" 1/1 (DM/multiple) NC-17

[lobelia321]

Title: Blowjobs I Have Had
Part: 1/1
Author: Lobelia; lobelia40@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Viggo Mortensen, Orlando Bloom, Andy Serkis, Jed Brophy, Billy Boyd, Richard Taylor, John Noble, Karl Urban, Elijah Wood
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom gets blowed nine times. An experiment in styles.
Feedback: Yes, please, I would love feedback! Anything, even if it's only one line, one word!
Content/Warnings: RPS.
Spoilers: None.
Archive Rights: My niche. Anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimers: This is a work of amateur fiction. I do not know these people. I am not making money. The events described in this story did not happen.
Author's Notes: Inspired by Raymond Queneau's wonderful Exercises du style (1947).


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Blowjobs I have had

Everyone's been different. Every player has brought his own personality into it. His own technique. His very own style.


Viggo

Peppermint strands billow across the inkling sky. Moans muffled in rose thorns, groans ground into alkali, buds and beads of glistening heat. Is it snow on those distant rooftops, or is it a vapour of fog? Or are these mirages of the mind mere motes on the surface of my eyes? No matter because cats' tongues couldn't be rustier. Fumigating the nooks of my thoughts, the crannies of my body, irrigating my deltas and my runnels. Ice following fire following the searing splash of delirium.

The aftermath: the drowsy hum of a Waltons diode, the whirr of breath, the sleep of hooded things.


Andy

Ah! Yes! God! More! Please! Faster! Good! Better! Christ! Go! Come! Oh! Fuck!


Richard ('Duck')

Insert glans into outer part of mouth. Draw lips over dentures, both upper and lower. Activate sebaceous glands. Coat glans in saliva. Simultaneously, use hand for lateral pumping motion along penile shaft. Caress urinary meatus carefully with prehensile tip of tongue. Insert penis deeper into oral cavity. Rub epiglottis along sensitive mucosal membrane. Stimulate sulcus with pressure from medial part of tongue. Perform sucking function. Increase speed of digital manipulation. Cradle testicular sac in free hand. Gauge rigidity of appendage and adjust technique accordingly. Ingest ejaculate.


Billy

"Tell me what you like. Is this what you like?"

"Yeah. Oh, yeah."

"Is this good for you? How about if I...?"

"Mmmm..."

"Do you like having your balls stroked while I suck you? Or do you want me to put a finger up your arse? Or how about if I do this with my tongue?"

"Yeah, oh."

"And what if I shove your cockhead into my cheek like this? Do you like that? And... mmmm, move it about.. ?"

"Oh, fuck, fuck. Stop."

"Sorry, Dom. So sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, it's okay. But could you... with the teeth... be careful?"

"God, I'm so sorry. What if I do this instead? Just sort of softly lick the side of you? And then the top of you? And then swallow you whole? Mmmm...."

"Oh. Oh, god."

"Mmmmm."

"Ohhh."

"Was that good for you? Did you like that? Do you want me to get you a towel now? Or would you prefer just to have a little sleep? Just a short snooze? And... where are you going?"


Elijah

omg 111 liek wow i cant beleive its true i had dom's dick in my mouth & i suked him off liek five time's or sumthing it was amazing 111 he came & all fuck it was unbeleivible 111


John (Noble)

I should herewith like to report the successful execution and completion of an act of fellatio, performed on the 17th ult. between 14:38 and 14:44 GMT. Both parties were of legal adult age at the instant of climax, and both were consenting partners engaging in a non-commercial transaction for the sole purposes of mutual carnal satisfaction. The fellated party, viz. one Dominic Monaghan of Manchester, United Kingdom, currently domiciled in Los Angeles, United States of America, agreed to having his erection first fondled manually and subsequently excited orally by the fellating party, viz. myself. The chosen locale for aforesaid sexual feat was the Gardenia Hotel, King's Cross, London, or more precisely, the gentlemen's facilities adjoining the bar of said establishment. Little oral communication of a vocal nature took place. Upon conclusion of the abovementioned deed, both parties washed their hands, held them under the automatic drier for precisely 32 seconds and departed the sanitary premises, not before exchanging appreciative nods.


Orlando

It was easy, oh so easy, to succumb, without a murmur, without a second thought -- well, perhaps with a second thought, but a second thought that was diluted and muted and twisted into sharpness by insistent lust --, and then to still all thought, in the stillness of that monsoon afternoon, the only sound the burping of the pipes and the occasional gurgling of a bird outside, so easy to lie back, nubbed chintz pilling under your skin, the smell of cuticles and foam in your nose, and his mouth, so warm, so wet, so relentlessly present, that mouth which you had thought about for so long, which you had imagined in so many forms and shapes and positions, and then for it to be this one, this form, this shape, this position only, out of the kaleidoscope of possibility to have boiled it down to this moment, this afternoon, this still space, a pinprick of insanity, for is that not what it means to live completely and utterly in the present -- would you not go insane from it?


Karl

It was a sweltering afternoon and the streets were thick with the fumes of traffic. A man emerged from the bowels of the King's Cross underground station, walking with a purposeful spring to his step. Under his arm, he carried a rolled-up newspaper, and the fingers of his left hand were still black with smudged ink. He moved his hand through his thick dark hair, made his way to the pedestrian crossing, jostled a pointy-faced youth on his way up the steps of the Gardenia Hotel -- "Sorry, mate" --, traversed the hotel pub and disappeared behind the standard-issue, chipboard door of the men's toilets. The hinges creaked and the dim imitation chandelier suspended from the fly-pocked ceiling of the tavern glinted off the silver-plated letter 'G' affixed to the lavatory entrance.

Nobody noticed. None of the patrons of the pub -- empty at this time of day except for a handful of regulars and the desultory barmaid -- so much as lifted their heads in recognition of the man who had just walked by them. Nor had they noticed the other man, the one who had entered the gents' only seconds earlier. As far as the post-lunchtime drinkers were concerned, not a soul had passed through. Later, when questioned on their recollections of that particular hour, they all looked blank or affected elaborate excuses -- "I was following the horses on the telly at the time, you see, I'd got some money on that Mary Belle and she was going through at 10 to 3."

But in the loo, un-noticed and un-remembered, the two men engaged in furtive couplings. Their harsh breath reverberated around the mirrored walls. Their palms left sweaty imprints on the cubicle tiles. The newspaper rolled into a corner, unheeded. Nobody entered. Nobody came in to see the bedenimed knees scraping along the floor, nobody heard the slurping sounds emanating from behind closed stall doors. And that moan -- that wasn't a moan of indigestion, either.

Minutes later, a young man with blond hair spiked into gelled tips peeked around the 'engaged' sign, made a bid for the wash basin, checked his hair and zip and teeth, mouthed a grin at himself in the mirror, and sauntered outside. Inside the abandoned cubicle, the other slumped onto the toilet seat. He looked at his left hand; his fingers were now pink and he imagined the inky marks left on his acquaintance's genitals. He felt his jaw. Then he stood up with a sigh, gargled a couple of times at the basin, looked round for his newspaper -- soggy now, reposing in a puddle of someone else's urine -- and left with empty hands and an empty heart.


Jed

Jed sucks Dom's cock hard until Dom shoots his wad all the way down Jed's throat.

"Now you do me," Jed says.

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The End.
lobelia40@yahoo.com
12 November 2003

Comments

[yellow-oranges.livejournal.com]

*coughing fit brought on by so much laughing*

non-commercial transaction for the sole purposes of mutual carnal satisfaction

*fit recommences*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for reading and liking, you sweetie. *winks*

[oneangrykate.livejournal.com]

omg 111 liek wow,, indeed! *laughs a lot*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for reading and enjoying! *smoochiepooties*

[nic-stark.livejournal.com]

I am literally CRYING WITH LAUGHTER here.

I thought elijah, john and the duck were all partik. inspired.

HILARIOUS.

(blythe thinks so too)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Whoever you are, thanks for the fb! I note you liked the 'non-emotional' ones, heh. They were certainly great fun to write.

[nic-stark.livejournal.com]

IT WAS ME!

(nic is alter-ego)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Er, who then is 'me'?

[nic-stark.livejournal.com]

BLYTHELY

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Duh!

What is point of having secret alter identity if revealing it at drop of hat?

*drops stetson*

[eve-took.livejournal.com]

GREAT! Wheeeee!

The John Noble one is my favourite!

*giggles*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, dear! John was a scream to write.

*dies laughing*

[brightest-blue.livejournal.com]

I love it when you do this! I think it took me a good five minutes to recover from the Duck account. And Elijah! *sporfle* And John Noble! *giggles for another five minutes* And that was one sentence for Orli, wasn't it? *goes back to look for periods* Yup. :)

Re: *dies laughing*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

And I wasn't even wearing your Duck T-shirt when writing Duck! (Much too cold for T-shirts as yet...!) It's very funny that you liked the 'non-emotional' ones-- which were just an absolute scream to write. Especially John's. I'm just not sure if one would want to sustain that style beyond two paragraphs at most. And yes! You're right about Orli! That was the 'write one long sentence' exercise culled from one of those "How to write a novel" guides I'm in the habit of perusing every now and again... I am chuffiebillied that you *noticed*!!

I chose styles first, and then matched to men. Orli seemed the 'one-sentence' kinda guy.

Re: *dies laughing*

[brightest-blue.livejournal.com]

Yes, you'll have to be a fair-weather duck. *g*

It did look like a lot of fun to write, although John's especially seemed exhausting. And Orli does have something breathless about the way he talks, especially when he's excited, so the one looooong sentence fits perfectly!

Re: *dies laughing*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Heh. John's wasn't exhausting at all. I *adored* writing it, it was just such fun flipping through the dictionary and conjuring up that tone of voice. I have always liked writing officous letters of complaint to corporations and institutions so: put it down to my Germanic roots! Am saving Memphis B. installments up to read in a sort of glob of five at a time. :-)

Re: *dies laughing*

[brightest-blue.livejournal.com]

I have always liked writing officous letters of complaint to corporations and institutions so: put it down to my Germanic roots!

Oh yes! That is SO German. Writing officious letters of complaint was my grandfather's favorite hobby. I have to confess that I enjoy it too. :)

Am saving Memphis B. installments up to read in a sort of glob of five at a time. :-)

An excellent idea, so you aren't left hanging *cough* between smutty episodes. Now I shall be motivated to post faster. (I almost said "even faster", then realized that nothing I do is fast, ever, so there you have it.)

Re: *dies laughing*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

But you know that I adore reading the non-smutty episodes as much.

Re: *dies laughing*

[brightest-blue.livejournal.com]

Well yes, and I'm so glad you do. But I feel some sort of strange compulsion pressure to write smut. but never fear. I won't sell the angst and schmoop short either!

[novanumbernine.livejournal.com]

oh, lobelia. this is fuckin' hilarious.

n.x :P

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my skullie sweetie.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ming/]

No, Jed, now you do me.

liek omg pleez 111

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Hahahahah! Thank you! *smooches your satin skin*

[crazybutsound]

Oh, god. You slay me. I think I was definitely lost when I got to the Duck part, where I proceeded to swallow my coke with my nose (which doesn't work and is very painful). You're too funy.

And is it any kind of clue of something or other that Karl's part is the longest? ;-)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Duck was a scream to write. And no, it's no accident that Karl is longest. I chose him for the '19th century realism' style, and he still is and always will be my intense emotional fucked-up OTP partner for Dom. So the paragraph ran away with me... (As did the 19th century description of milieu...)

[mandalaya.livejournal.com]

Poor Billy, always fretting! That was very fun. I love Viggo's for the rather wry ueberartsiness of it, and Orlando's because you just couldn't keep from making it lush and sensual, even if it is a run-on-sentence. Thank you.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thanks for noting Billy! Nobody has so far! And you're the first one to appreciate Viggo as well! It's odd but Viggo is always so easy for me to write, he just rolls off my keyboard. And yes, Orli seemed the only right choice for the 'one sentence' style.

[angelmaye.livejournal.com]

That was the best! I really loved the Billy and Orlando parts, of course. And well, the Karl part was just too damn hot!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, honey-poo! And why did you like Orlando and Billy "of course"? And I'm so pleased you liked Karl. That bit sort of ran away with me. (He was chosen for '19th century realism' style.)

[angelmaye.livejournal.com]

Because you write them so well, and well, cause they're part of the OT3 with Karl.

*sigh*

I really did enjoy this. Very different, and all those different voices, not easy to do, and you did it well.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Orli/Billy/Karl are your OT3??? Wow!

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

Oh, Lobelia, this was such a treat. I'm particularly fond of Karl's bit. And Jed. And the Duck. Oh, they're all great. But you are liek so meeeean to poor Lij! *is shocked* ;)


Hope you're ok, btw, I've noticed you not being around lately.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Thank you, you witchian Ips! And interesting that you liked Jed (punchy non-emotional end --no particular style, I just wanted a brief unsentimental one at the end and after the long Karl one) and Duck (who was a hoot to write! and what fun to research!) and especially Karl! I wasn't sure of the Karl bit, it rambled on a bit (I chose him for '19th century realism' style) but Karl will do that to me. What did you like about it? And Lij, heh, in what sense mean? I included him!!!! I've never written Lij before!!!

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

I liked the Jed one for the reasons you mentioned, because it's after the Karl one and at the end, and it made me smile.

I thought the Karl one was very intriguing. There was something about it that seemed to transcend the exercise. There seemed to be a lot going on in it. The line about the drinkers being "questioned on their recollections of that particular hour..." Karl's empty heart, and the ink from the newpaper. I liked the way we started off kind of looking down on everything, and then drifted down through the pub and past all the drinkers, and ended up in the toilet with Karl. I hope some of that makes sense. Someone's playing music rather loud downstairs and I can't hear myself think.

And Lij, heh, in what sense mean? I included him!!!! I've never written Lij before!!!

Just teasing! I was actually very impressed.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

You are very sweet for being impressed. Also, thank you for txt-touch! (I just coined that: keeping in touch via txt. Txtouch? Touxt?) And thank you for your detailed Karl reasons. I am always amazed when people like what I was unsure of. And how what I feel sneaks into the prose and conveys itself. I wasn't even, in a way, aware that the Karl bit was different until I read your comment but it's true, as I discovered after abandoning k/d epic, Karl is my Karl-Sue, and *especially* Karl with Dom. As soon as it's a matter of Karl/Dom, something goes 'bing' in my brain and that's it. I'm in deep.

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

As soon as it's a matter of Karl/Dom, something goes 'bing' in my brain and that's it. I'm in deep.

As I nearly said in my comment, Karl seems to bring out the best in you. Or, he brings out something in you, anyway. You think he is Karl-Sue? Hm. I think maybe I've had Billy-Sues sometimes. Less so now though. Or Orli-Sue? Oh I don't know. I have no idea really. Maybe they're all Sues. That's fine. Bring on the Sues, I say. Can you get Sues in origfic?

I shall go now, before I ramble myself into the ground. I'll 'touxt' you again at some point, no doubt.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am convinced you can have Sues in origfic. (Orig-Sues?) When I was writing k/d, I always thought I was Dom-sueing until Laz pointed out that I was actually Karl-sueing. And it's true, I was. Possibly by freeing the inner Karl-sue I may yet manage to revise that monster.

So nice to hear from you!! Any fics of late?? (Yours or recs.) Keep the ips flying!

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

Any fics of late?? (Yours or recs.)

Haven't written anything as such. But now I'm not doing NaNo I can write whatever I want, and may just do that. Haven't read much either, although I did enjoy this Dom-centric fic by trianne.