Rough Times
Fandom: Shanghai Noon
rating: NC17
Warning: Graphic, Sexual scenes, M/M slash, some het,
archive: yes
Disclaimer: Shanghai Noon doesn't belong to me, nor does that sweet,
sultry Jackie Chan. Too bad.
This is written purely for fun and not for profit and the author makes no
claim on the characters used here.
As Chon carried the heavy load of wood back toward camp, his mind was
Filled with thoughts of Princess Pei Pei. His latest memories of the beautiful young women were erotic indeed. He thought of her beautiful eyes, so penetrating, so full of sultry promise. He remembered the way her long, silky, blue-black hair had hung in disarray across her naked shoulders in a most un-princess like manner. Memories of their brief encounter continued to haunt him as he remembered her sweet, exotic scent, the feel of her soft, silky skin, her perfect small breasts and her hard budding nipples that he had suckled so lovingly. Then he recalled how he had brazenly endeavored to please her even more, licking a path to between her legs, then lapping at her sweet honey pot.
In his mind he could hear her cries of delight over and over again. Just thinking about it was making his own member grow as hard as the wood he carried. Too bad he had not had the nerve to go even further. How sweet a memory that would be! He tried to imagine what fucking the royal princess would feel like and closed his eyes
momentarily.
"Aghh!" Chon cried in agony, as he stumbled over a hidden root, lurched forward, and summarily began to drop the heavy load of wood he had been carrying. From a hundred yards away, Roy O'Bannon looked up at the sound of Chon's cry. One sight of his friend doubled up in agony was enough for Roy to drop the berries he had been gathering and come to his friend's aid.
"Chon?" he asked, his concern apparent in his voice. "Chon, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Chon still had his head hanging down between his knees, "Is nothing,"
he muttered between involuntary groans.
Roy eyed his friend carefully, his piercing blue eyes surveying Chon's lithe body. Despite what Chon had said, he was sure there was something wrong. Not only was Chon hurt and in pain, but he looked like his nerves were stretched too tight. Chon was tense and needed desperately to relax but Roy knew from past experience it was going to be difficult. It would take all his skills to calm him down and find out what was wrong.
"Chon? I know you're hurt, there's no denying it." he started gently, in a soft, soothing voice, then slowly laid a hand on Chon's shoulder. "Please won't you let me help?"
"No! You can't help! No one can!" Chon lashed out bitterly,
knocking his friends hand away.
Roy sighed with frustration, then scratched his head as he tried to
figure a way to help his friend.
"Chon, Chon," he chided. "Don't be this way. Don't keep
thinking about what you can't have. You have a beautiful wife who always
saves your life."
Chon looked up briefly at Roy, but merely grunted.
"Be nice, Chon. You can't blame Falling Leaves for staying with
the Princess."
"Why? Why can't I?" Chon asked. "Why can she stay with
the Princess and I cannot."
Roy edged closer to his overwrought friend. "Ssh," he murmured
gently, in a voice he generally left for soothing a high strung
stallion. Roy smiled, he liked the image. Chon was indeed, one fine,
high strung stallion. He could see by the tenseness in his muscles and the
bulge in his pants what the problem was. Damn Pei Pei. She would
have done him a bigger kindness if she had never let him near her. Poor
Chon. Roy didn't blame him for his fantasies of the beautiful woman.
One taste of her pussy would never be enough for him either. He wondered
idly if that's what they meant when they talked about Chinese torture.
Slowly, Chon began to stand up. He was embarrassed and angry with
himself and angry with Roy for witnessing it. "Go!" he ordered, then
continued, "Leave me alone!"
Roy just smiled and edged closer.
"I am not in the mood to play your game, Roy!" Chon
yelled. Roy stayed where he was and took off his hat, running his
fingers through his blond hair then very deliberately knocking some dust off
the crotch of his pants. "Go away!" pleaded Chon urgently,
eyeing Roy's crotch hungrily.
"You're not alone, partner. I'm here for you. I can help.
Won't you let me help?" Roy asked in his soft, husky voice, laced with
promise and passion.
"Not this time, please." Chon begged.
"Yes, this time. Especially this time. You're hurting, Chon,
hurting bad, and that makes me hurt. Look, Little Roy is as hard as you
are! We can't waste this, it wouldn't be right to waste this. To
waste these magnificent erections we both have, would it ? Think about it
Chon. Wasting these big beautiful hard ons, that would be a sin.
Please, tell me you aren't going to let us do that?"
Chon tried hard not smile, but couldn't hold out. He looked at Roy in
defeat and undid his pants, letting his swollen member surge out. He
looked down at his throbbing manhood and was once again seized with
erotic images of Pei Pei. He closed his eyes and wished for the thousandth
time Pei Pei was there instead of Roy. When he opened his eyes
and looked up again, Roy was standing in front of him completely naked,
with Little Roy anything but little. At the sight of Roy's
glistening cock, his own dick began to throb even more painfully. Chon
tried to think, but thinking was becoming harder and harder to do. Hell,
just plain breathing was becoming a chore.
"What's a matter Chon?" Roy gently taunted his distracted friend,
while his hand reached over and slid slowly up and down the length
of Chon's hard shaft. "Forgotten how to fuck me?"
Finally, Roy had succeeded in getting all of Chon's attention. "Fuck
you?" Chon repeated. "You want to be fucked, I will fuck you!"
he promised dangerously.
Roy grinned eagerly, knowing this wasn't going to be a gentlemanly
fuck, but rather a no holds barred, fuck him with all your fight and every ounce
of your soul. He would have all of Chon's attention tonight, and for once
he wouldn't be sharing him with Pei Pei.
There on the grass under the trees, Chon took Roy with an urgency he had
never felt before. He fucked him silently and frantically, pausing only to
repeatedly sink his teeth into Roy's shoulder and neck, marking him again
and again. Roy lay beneath him in ecstasy. With each bite, with each
stab of Chon's cock, he felt more and more possessed by his lover, more and more
a part of him. His guttural cries and pleading for Chon to "fuck me
harder," were blasting away at the Chinaman's control. Chon knew the
precious gift of sacrifice that Roy was offering him, and tears trailed down his
face as he tried desperately to go easier, but all in vain. A mighty storm
of emotions had swept him up and was carrying him away. He could no
more slow down than he could stop. Disgusted with himself, and the way his
body burned with savage passion, he was nevertheless, shocked at the intensity
of his climax. For one long perfect moment, the world had ceased to
exist, hell, he had ceased to exist. He thought for a moment he had
died, and as the Christians say, gone to heaven. It was emotionally
shattering. Then reality returned and his guilt increased. As
soon as he felt his cock slip out, he rolled away in shame, horrified by his
performance, and how much he had enjoyed it.
Roy lay unmoving beside him. Finally, he gave a shuddering
sigh. "Chon, did you ever hear the expression "And the earth moved?"
Let me tell you something Chon, the Earth moved, and the sun and the stars and
the moon. I ain't never experienced anything even close to that. It
was truly amazing. Chon? Chon!" Roy asked inquiringly at the
sounds of soft sobbing. The he reached a long arm across the
naked man's back and pulled him near. Chon gulped back a sob and said,
"I'm sorry. I- I -I"
Don't say another word, Chon. Don't you dare apologize for something
so beautiful. Am I complaining? Do you hear me complaining?
Roy O'Bannon just had the best fuck of his whole entire life and he is NOT
complaining. Did you hear me? I am not complaining. "
"But."
"No buts Chon,"
"But,"
"No Chon, I said no buts."
"Chon turned over and leaned on one elbow, and with a broad sassy grin
asked, "Then how am I going to fuck you if there's no butts? "
Roy just grinned back and muttered, "Okay, one butt. Mine."
then he reached to pull Chon into his arms and hold him tight.
The End
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