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ria_oaksYay, I finished my Porn Battle VII drawing! Took forever, mainly b/c of the outlining and background (sketch took less than an hour, rest took a week...). -_- Background is kinda lame, I know, but I've never been very good at them. Sketched/traced it from a random NYC photo I found on Google Images. I'm happy with how the boys turned out, though.
Then of course, just as I'm about to post this last night... inspiration hits and suddenly I'm writing fic to go with it. ^^ So, here's both the original drawing and the short fic...
Title: After Hours
Fandom: RPF/Punditslash
Pairing: Anderson Cooper/Keith Olbermann
Porn Battle VII prompt: Balcony
Rating: It's Porn Battle, what do you think? XD Oh so NC-17.
Summary: During the day the world can have him... but here in the night, he's Keith's.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
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Keith still doesn’t know how he talked Anderson into this, and he doesn’t care. Seeing the other man splayed out against the balcony railing of their newly-bought apartment, the moonlight dancing across his skin, he could just thank whatever gods out there that Anderson had been willing to go along with this. They’re on the top floor of a New York high-rise, far above the possibility of prying eyes, but the threat – the thrill – of discovery is still there. His body thrums with energy, nerve endings alive with the knowledge that he has Anderson here, half-naked and at his mercy, in full view of the rest of the oblivious city.
Anderson’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes heavily lidded as he watches the movement of Keith’s large hand on his cock. Keith had barely bothered to undress Anderson in his urgent need to touch him, to claim him as his own in their new home together. He had yanked open the other man’s belt and pulled the zipper down, opening his pants just enough to pull him out. He jerks him roughly now, his other hand reaching up to undo Anderson’s tie and the buttons of his shirt. The material falls to the side to reveal the pale skin underneath, his tie hanging undone and forgotten around his neck.
Taking his lover like this, under the open night sky with the city laid out beneath them, he knows that Anderson belongs solely to him. The rest of the world could have him until he signed off the air at midnight each night, they could watch him read them the day’s news and feed them contrived emotions from third fucking world countries, but here in the middle of the night, alone but for the never-ending lights and sounds of the city below, he is Keith’s.
Keith buries his face in the crook of Anderson’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and arousal pouring off of him. He feels Anderson’s hand come up to grip the back of his neck – his other hand is clenched tightly around the railing behind him for support. Keith wraps his free arm around his lover’s waist to add his support; he can feel Anderson’s body shudder against him and knows he won’t last much longer. He adjusts his hand’s movement and runs his fingers over the head of Anderson’s cock, teasing him with light touches. Anderson whimpers against him and tightens his hold on Keith’s neck.
“Tease,” he gasps out. Keith smiles against his collar and responds by running a finger down the length of Anderson’s erection and cupping his balls in his hand. Anderson bucks under the touch and thrusts blindly into Keith’s hand. “Please, god, Keith…”
Keith chuckles lightly. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” And in one motion he sinks to his knees and wraps his mouth around Anderson’s cock as far as it will go. Anderson lets out a shout and comes immediately, spilling himself down Keith’s throat. Keith swallows as much as he can then pulls back and continues to lick Anderson clean as the other man shudders and goes limp against the railing behind him. With one parting lick to Anderson’s softening cock, he returns to his feet. Anderson’s eyes are closed, his mouth parted slightly as he regains his breath. Keith leans in to capture his open lips, his hand coming up to sit at Anderson’s waist and gently stroke the skin beneath his open shirt. Anderson sighs against him and returns the kiss for a few minutes.
Eventually he pulls away to regard Keith with a rueful smile. “I still can’t believe you talked me into this,” he admits, a hint of laughter in his voice.
“You liked it, though,” Keith smirks a bit and runs his hand up Anderson’s bare chest to tweak a nipple, drawing out a short gasp of air from the other man.
“…I did.” Then it’s his turn to smirk, and a spike of arousal and anticipation shoots through Keith. Anderson’s hands reach down to open Keith’s pants, and it’s Keith’s turn to moan as nimble fingers find and draw out his already painfully hard cock. Anderson maneuvers them so that Keith is the one now backed up against the railing, and he blindly reaches behind himself to hold on. He braces himself, the cold metal digging uncomfortably into his back, as Anderson beings to stroke him. He knows he won’t last long; he had barely been able to control himself as he’d pleasured Anderson. Now seeing the other man still flushed with arousal, his shirt and pants still hanging open, he allows himself to let go. His eyes close and his head dips back as he thrusts into Anderson’s hands, his lover’s skilled fingers drawing his orgasm out of him with practiced ease.
“Fuck, Andy…” he groans and reaches up to thread his fingers through Anderson’s close-cropped hair, pulling him into a kiss to muffle his cries as he comes. He rides out the pleasure, barely keeping the presence of mind to retain his firm grip on the railing behind him. When it’s over, he sags forward into Anderson and gives himself a few moments to recover. He’s vaguely aware of Anderson wiping his hand on his shirt before tucking him back into his pants and zipping him up again. When he’s able to think straight once more, he opens his eyes to regard Anderson.
“We’re doing that again.” It’s a statement, not a question. Anderson chuckles, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
“We’ll see.”
EDIT: Edited to add disclaimer, because I forgot to do so and it's important for RPF fics... whoops. ^^
Then of course, just as I'm about to post this last night... inspiration hits and suddenly I'm writing fic to go with it. ^^ So, here's both the original drawing and the short fic...
Title: After Hours
Fandom: RPF/Punditslash
Pairing: Anderson Cooper/Keith Olbermann
Porn Battle VII prompt: Balcony
Rating: It's Porn Battle, what do you think? XD Oh so NC-17.
Summary: During the day the world can have him... but here in the night, he's Keith's.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
(click for larger version)
Keith still doesn’t know how he talked Anderson into this, and he doesn’t care. Seeing the other man splayed out against the balcony railing of their newly-bought apartment, the moonlight dancing across his skin, he could just thank whatever gods out there that Anderson had been willing to go along with this. They’re on the top floor of a New York high-rise, far above the possibility of prying eyes, but the threat – the thrill – of discovery is still there. His body thrums with energy, nerve endings alive with the knowledge that he has Anderson here, half-naked and at his mercy, in full view of the rest of the oblivious city.
Anderson’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes heavily lidded as he watches the movement of Keith’s large hand on his cock. Keith had barely bothered to undress Anderson in his urgent need to touch him, to claim him as his own in their new home together. He had yanked open the other man’s belt and pulled the zipper down, opening his pants just enough to pull him out. He jerks him roughly now, his other hand reaching up to undo Anderson’s tie and the buttons of his shirt. The material falls to the side to reveal the pale skin underneath, his tie hanging undone and forgotten around his neck.
Taking his lover like this, under the open night sky with the city laid out beneath them, he knows that Anderson belongs solely to him. The rest of the world could have him until he signed off the air at midnight each night, they could watch him read them the day’s news and feed them contrived emotions from third fucking world countries, but here in the middle of the night, alone but for the never-ending lights and sounds of the city below, he is Keith’s.
Keith buries his face in the crook of Anderson’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and arousal pouring off of him. He feels Anderson’s hand come up to grip the back of his neck – his other hand is clenched tightly around the railing behind him for support. Keith wraps his free arm around his lover’s waist to add his support; he can feel Anderson’s body shudder against him and knows he won’t last much longer. He adjusts his hand’s movement and runs his fingers over the head of Anderson’s cock, teasing him with light touches. Anderson whimpers against him and tightens his hold on Keith’s neck.
“Tease,” he gasps out. Keith smiles against his collar and responds by running a finger down the length of Anderson’s erection and cupping his balls in his hand. Anderson bucks under the touch and thrusts blindly into Keith’s hand. “Please, god, Keith…”
Keith chuckles lightly. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” And in one motion he sinks to his knees and wraps his mouth around Anderson’s cock as far as it will go. Anderson lets out a shout and comes immediately, spilling himself down Keith’s throat. Keith swallows as much as he can then pulls back and continues to lick Anderson clean as the other man shudders and goes limp against the railing behind him. With one parting lick to Anderson’s softening cock, he returns to his feet. Anderson’s eyes are closed, his mouth parted slightly as he regains his breath. Keith leans in to capture his open lips, his hand coming up to sit at Anderson’s waist and gently stroke the skin beneath his open shirt. Anderson sighs against him and returns the kiss for a few minutes.
Eventually he pulls away to regard Keith with a rueful smile. “I still can’t believe you talked me into this,” he admits, a hint of laughter in his voice.
“You liked it, though,” Keith smirks a bit and runs his hand up Anderson’s bare chest to tweak a nipple, drawing out a short gasp of air from the other man.
“…I did.” Then it’s his turn to smirk, and a spike of arousal and anticipation shoots through Keith. Anderson’s hands reach down to open Keith’s pants, and it’s Keith’s turn to moan as nimble fingers find and draw out his already painfully hard cock. Anderson maneuvers them so that Keith is the one now backed up against the railing, and he blindly reaches behind himself to hold on. He braces himself, the cold metal digging uncomfortably into his back, as Anderson beings to stroke him. He knows he won’t last long; he had barely been able to control himself as he’d pleasured Anderson. Now seeing the other man still flushed with arousal, his shirt and pants still hanging open, he allows himself to let go. His eyes close and his head dips back as he thrusts into Anderson’s hands, his lover’s skilled fingers drawing his orgasm out of him with practiced ease.
“Fuck, Andy…” he groans and reaches up to thread his fingers through Anderson’s close-cropped hair, pulling him into a kiss to muffle his cries as he comes. He rides out the pleasure, barely keeping the presence of mind to retain his firm grip on the railing behind him. When it’s over, he sags forward into Anderson and gives himself a few moments to recover. He’s vaguely aware of Anderson wiping his hand on his shirt before tucking him back into his pants and zipping him up again. When he’s able to think straight once more, he opens his eyes to regard Anderson.
“We’re doing that again.” It’s a statement, not a question. Anderson chuckles, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
“We’ll see.”
EDIT: Edited to add disclaimer, because I forgot to do so and it's important for RPF fics... whoops. ^^
