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snoggedTitle: To The Ren-NAY-sance Faire!
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Ted
Word Count: 2748
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sexual situations (male slash), first times, public spaces/ some adult language
Spoilers: This is AU! Barney and Ted have just started dating.
Summary: Barney and Ted travel to the New York Ren-NAY-sance Faire.
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Support Crew:darlingchaos and idioticonion
A/N: Dedicated to the lady of awesomesauce:roland44 who wanted to see Barney/Ted at the Faire.
The sweet aroma of roasted almonds, turkey legs, and hard cider drifted peacefully through the air, quickly capturing the attention of their noses as Barney and Ted walked hand in hand through the labyrinth of trails at the New York Renaissance (Ren-NAY-sance) Faire.
Hand in hand…
There were days when that still made Ted chuckle. First, because it meant that he really was dating Barney and that this wasn’t some dreamed-up fantasy that he’d wake up from at any moment. And second, he’d always believed that holding hands conveyed a sense of delicate romance but with Barney…knuckles were caressed and fingers were tugged, electricity sparkled between them. If hugs were a public dry hump, then hand holding was a bit like having his dick groped under the table at a fancy restaurant.
Dirt and dust billowed up around them as they traveled further down the worn paths in search of a beer and bench. A small pub decorated with vibrant colored ribbons and large painted signs that boasted various alcoholic beverages seemed like the place to buy drinks and a little further into the trees, they found an empty bench that willingly accepted their tired bodies and immediately relaxed their sore legs.
Walking was hard work.
Ted tipped back his glass, letting the amber liquid cool his throat and warm his belly. He couldn’t help but think how nice it is that it was just the two of them, being bros and boyfriends, in the cool autumn air.
“Ted! Ted!”
Barney’s sudden exuberance was a far cry from the lump he’d been this morning, groaning and whining like a small child who didn’t want to go to school. Ted had needed to pull the covers clear off the bed, exposing his boy’s tight, muscled body to the cool elements provided by the central air conditioning system.
Barney tugged at his hand and Ted followed his boyfriend’s eyes, which had narrowed in on a pretty blonde girl with tits elegantly pushed up to her chin. “They’re like melons, Ted. Soft and ripe and just begging to be-“
Ted rolled his eyes, sliding his hand from Barney’s and sliding across to the seam of his black Armani trousers. It was enough to distract him, enough to take his eyes off Girl with Tits, enough to bring him back to Ted. Ted smiled, stroking his hand up and down Barney’s thigh, and feeling like he won a war.
“Ted…” Barney whimpered, lower lip trembling as Ted squeezed his thigh, brushing his knuckles over the discernable lines of Barney’s growing erection.
“What’s that you were saying about begging?” Ted asked teasingly, dark eyes glittering as he leaned close to Barney, running his tongue over the outer shell of Barney’s ear before sucking the ear lobe into his mouth. “Would you like it if I made you beg, Barney? Made you beg to come right here on this bench knowing that anyone could see?”
Barney gulped, feeling Ted’s hot breath on his ear, feeling trapped against the bench as Ted pressed tighter against him. He hated it (loved it) when Ted took the upper hand from him, when Ted took control. But if this was Ted’s way of trying to get an apology out of him for staring at the boobs that could defy gravity, then Ted was going be sorely disappointed. “I’m not sorry, Ted. I’m still a dude. I still have eyes. Just because I’m looking doesn’t mean that I don’t…”
Ted’s tongue traced a warm, damp line down the slender column of his throat, his lips nipping at the rapidly heating flesh. When Barney started to ramble, Ted pulled away slightly, tilting his head upwards to find tumultuous blue orbs and worry lines. It occurred to him that before they could pursue this further, equilibrium would need to be restored. “I don’t need you to apologize. You can look at all the boobs and all the codpieces that you want. That’s what these Renaissance Faires are for. They’re an excuse to just let the real world melt away for a few hours.” He paused, one hand curling around his beer glass and the other twining itself between Barney’s fingers. “Come on.”
Barney blinked in confusion, eyebrows furrowing as his cock strained against his pants, a red-hot steel rod that seemed bound and determined to burn a hole through the fabric if Ted didn’t do something about it.
“What’s wrong with here? I like it here with the birds chirping…and the leaves rustling…and the…the…” Words were failing him, stealing his ability to convince a man (or woman) that sex should be happening while being suave enough to make it sound like he didn’t have the Yips.
Oh fuck, the Yips. Just thinking about getting those again sent his brain into hyper-drive. He couldn’t think…couldn’t think straight…couldn’t be Barney…couldn’t be persuasive enough to get Ted to stay. It wasn’t like they hadn’t been messing around with each other. Blow jobs, hand jobs, and Ted had even rimmed him once. But they hadn’t had sex yet. Because he was a sissy and didn’t know if he could handle getting fucked in the ass by a guy that he actually loved and cared about.
And besides the sex thing, Ted knew how to do the relationship thing. Ted was awesome at the relationship thing. And he sucked at relationships. Sucked at keeping people in his life long enough for them to be impressed with him.
“Ass…boner…sex.”
Oh shit! He was like a damn Tourette’s patient, word vomit slipping out his mouth before he could stop it. Like he was caving in on himself before any of the good stuff could happen. He was screwing up sex! Barney Stinson was fucking up his chances and redemption felt like a butterfly he couldn’t hold onto.
Ted chuckled softly, watching the veins in Barney’s forehead pulse and twitch. “Barney, you’re thinking about this too hard.”
“Ted!” Barney’s breath quickened, hyperventilation threatening to overtake him as his fingers gripped Ted’s hand, turning white from the raw tension coiling inside his tendons. “Ted…this isn’t funny. Please…I don’t wanna get the Yips.”
“You’re not gonna get the Yips,” Ted promised, his voice the epitome of reassurance and calm. “Just come with me, okay? I think it would be best for both of us if we just walk away from here for a little bit. Find a better space? That’s more secluded? Call it the romantic in me, but I don’t want to share the view with anyone else.”
Barney’s breath hitched and he swallowed down the knot in his throat, nodding. He let Ted lift them to their feet and they headed slowly down another path in search of the seclusion they so desperately needed.
*-*-*-*-*
Ted wasn’t sure how they found it. It was a small glade off the beaten path shrouded by leaves and trees. It was a place where anything could happen and no one on the grounds would be any the wiser. It was a place where Ted could prove how much he needed Barney in his life and he couldn’t wait to get started on that.
In the silence of the clearing, he could hear the roar of the crowd and the scent of horses and sweat wafted through the branches, assaulting his nostrils. His most reasonable assumption was that they were somewhere near the jousting grounds.
Barney’s fingers slipped through the belt loops of Ted’s hand-crafted breeches and Ted groaned softly as Barney’s pelvis came into contact with the curve of his ass. The blond was still rock-hard; still desperately horny…despite his earlier freak-out and the brisk walk that followed. “So what’s that we were saying about begging?”
Barney smirked, rocking his hips forward and dragging his cloth-covered cock across Ted’s ass. Ted inhaled sharply as Barney’s fingers slid under his peasant shirt, tracing over the tiny hairs of his treasure trail before worming its way passed the elastic band of his trousers.
“Barney…”
Barney rested his chin on Ted’s shoulder, hot breath pulsing against the brunet’s jugular vein as his fingers wrapped around Ted’s throbbing erection and gave it a few sharp tugs. “I think I need to rebuild my confidence, Ted. Make it so there’s no chance those Yips will ever come back. Gonna have to Rock. Your. World.”
Ted’s hips rocked forward, thrusting into Barney’s hand, loving the tight, unrelenting grip. Beads of pre-come formed at the tip of Ted’s engorged dick and Barney’s thumb stretched forward to catch it, rubbing it against the thick vein on the underside.
Raw nerves and anxious tension were fading, melting away with each soft groan and each hiss of pleasure. Instead, they were being replaced by the strong armor of suave Barney. That was the Barney that knew how to close a deal in seven different languages, the Barney who kept a scrapbook of the women he’d conquered, the Barney who could turn the world on a dime.
It was the Barney who wanted to get inside Ted, feel his cock buried in the tight sheath of Ted’s hole. It was the Barney who wanted to make Ted scream, and beg, and pant for more. It was the Barney who knew how to bring the heat, the one who would become the legend of the New York Renaissance Faire.
It also was the Barney who had an easier time pretending that he wasn’t going to screw up the most real thing that had ever happened to him. This time around, he was calling the shots.
He released his grip on Ted’s dick, and slid his hands up the corded muscles of the brunet’s thighs. Ted grunted in disappointment, hips still humping the empty air in search of release.
Barney hooked his fingers into Ted’s breeches and guided them down Ted’s legs, blue eyes glazing over with lust as he gave Ted’s ass a hard squeeze before he moved up the curve of Ted’s spine and gave his shoulder a gentle push.
Ted willingly sunk to his knees and placed his hands in front of him so that he was balanced on all fours. The dirt crumbled against his fingertips and the grass felt soft against his aching skin. Barney knelt down behind him and Ted licked his lips at the sound of a belt being undone and trousers being unzipped.
Barney reverently ran one hand over Ted’s ass, eyes transfixed by the small mole on the base of Ted’s spine. His other hand dipped into his pocket and pulled out a travel-sized bottle of lube and a condom packet.
“Barney…please…,” Ted moaned, arching his back and pushing his buttocks into Barney’s face. He was rewarded with a light smack on his ass and the sudden trickle of cool lube dribbling down his crack.
“Is that begging I hear, Ted?” Barney grinned, pushing his finger past the constricting ring of muscles and wiggling it around in an effort to stretch him out a little. “I thought I was supposed to be the one begging today.”
“Nurrh…,” Ted babbled. He didn’t want to argue. He wanted sex. He had wanted sex since they walked through the front gates and felt the sexually-charged atmosphere of the Medieval Times. The semantics of who would top, who would bottom, and who would beg had been purely left to chance and opportunity.
“Was that supposed to be you asking me to fuck ya, Ted?” Barney let his finger slide out of Ted’s hole with a small pop and he ripped the foil top off the wrapper, nimbly rolling the latex sleeve over his thick shaft. He squirted more lube into his palm and massaged it into the condom, sliding his hand up and down a few times to spread the liquid love around.
The bulbous head of his cock bounced as Barney guided his hips forward, piercing the barrier and pushing himself inside without giving Ted time to adjust to the stretching, burning pain. He figured it would be better to just go in quick, like pulling off a Band-Aid.
Tears stung Ted’s lips as his body tried to adjust the combination of pain and pleasure and his lips parted to let loose a loud string of expletives. He had never imagined the first time hurting quite like this. He figured it would hurt a little but this…this was white-hot and burning him up from the inside out
Barney pressed his hand against Ted’s back, rubbing the skin in tight, concentric circles as he found Ted’s sweet spot on the upstroke. Ted moaned, feeling the pain and discomfort transform into pleasure and lust, feeling dizzy as wanton desire spun through every cell. He could see why people would want to do this way. It was intense and raw and oh so hot. He pushed his butt back to meet Barney’s insistent thrusts, heedless of the dirt and grass staining his skin, his clothes.
All that mattered was the fire-hot thrill of his need and the unadulterated lust making his skin tingle and burn. Not even the cool breeze could quench the fire growing inside him.
Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and the scent of horses and liquor wafted into his nostrils.
Round two of the joust was starting. And he knew that soon, the fervent roar of the crowds would once again snake its way through the woods to penetrate the glade and their isolation.
The smell hit Barney’s nose in a different way, making him more primal, more savage as he pummeled into Ted, making it harder for Ted to keep his face from being mashed into the ground as his sweet spot was hammered over and over again.
Barney snaked an arm around Ted’s waist, holding him steady and taking a firm grip on Ted’s aching erection. He stroked it up and down, going faster and faster as his hips pumped rapidly, thrusting his dick into Ted’s greedy little hole. He could feel his balls drawing up, pressing against his pubic bone, could feel Ted’s cock vibrating from its carnal need to explode.
“Fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck! TED!” Barney cursed, gritting his teeth and making his jaw quiver as he came with a roar, unloading thick jets of come into the condom, fearing that the latex membrane wouldn’t be enough to hold it all (Self-Five!).
Ted bit down on his lip as he came, trying to keep the scream of pleasure locked inside where it would be safe instead of letting it out, which would likely draw security to their little private spot. His eyes tracked the spurts of come as they spewed messily from his cock, soaking Barney’s hand and spattering across the grass beneath them, taking on the appearance of an abstract painting.
With heavy breaths, Barney collapsed, falling off of Ted and onto the soft ground. Ted let the weight in his arms shift and dropped into a side roll, nestling himself inside Barney’s arms (but they were not snuggling). His peasant shirt felt sticky against his chest, drenched with sweat and the scent of their sex. He was sure that Barney would start bitching about the damage the sweat and grass were going to wreak on the white dress shirt and single-breasted, vented suit coat that he hadn’t thought to take off in his efforts to split Ted in two.
But instead, there was bliss, and contentment, and the slight thrill that someone could still catch them in their state of post-coital awesome. Ted craned his neck back, capturing Barney’s lips in a lazy kiss as he pondered all the different sides of Barney, the different facets that made up the puzzle of the man. It’s what he liked about Barney. He liked the complicated challenge Barney offered and he felt strong enough to be able to handle it.
“So how was your first trip to the Renaissance Faire?” Ted asked, loving the feel of Barney’s hand traveling up and down his stomach, languidly tracing patterns over the thin cotton shirt.
Barney pressed his lips to the back of Ted’s neck, smiling as he inhaled the musky scent of his hair gel. “Can we come back tomorrow? I wanna see some dude get stuck with a lance.” He chuckled, softly, realizing the implied double entendre. “That’s not you, Ted. Though we can do that again too, if you want?”
Ted grinned, “See two dudes get stuck with a lance? Yeah, I think we can work that into the schedule tomorrow. No problem.”
**Winner of the Mezz Loves Slash Fanfic Award**
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Ted
Word Count: 2748
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sexual situations (male slash), first times, public spaces/ some adult language
Spoilers: This is AU! Barney and Ted have just started dating.
Summary: Barney and Ted travel to the New York Ren-NAY-sance Faire.
Beta: the sweet
rockstarpeachSupport Crew:
darlingchaos and idioticonionA/N: Dedicated to the lady of awesomesauce:
roland44 who wanted to see Barney/Ted at the Faire.The sweet aroma of roasted almonds, turkey legs, and hard cider drifted peacefully through the air, quickly capturing the attention of their noses as Barney and Ted walked hand in hand through the labyrinth of trails at the New York Renaissance (Ren-NAY-sance) Faire.
Hand in hand…
There were days when that still made Ted chuckle. First, because it meant that he really was dating Barney and that this wasn’t some dreamed-up fantasy that he’d wake up from at any moment. And second, he’d always believed that holding hands conveyed a sense of delicate romance but with Barney…knuckles were caressed and fingers were tugged, electricity sparkled between them. If hugs were a public dry hump, then hand holding was a bit like having his dick groped under the table at a fancy restaurant.
Dirt and dust billowed up around them as they traveled further down the worn paths in search of a beer and bench. A small pub decorated with vibrant colored ribbons and large painted signs that boasted various alcoholic beverages seemed like the place to buy drinks and a little further into the trees, they found an empty bench that willingly accepted their tired bodies and immediately relaxed their sore legs.
Walking was hard work.
Ted tipped back his glass, letting the amber liquid cool his throat and warm his belly. He couldn’t help but think how nice it is that it was just the two of them, being bros and boyfriends, in the cool autumn air.
“Ted! Ted!”
Barney’s sudden exuberance was a far cry from the lump he’d been this morning, groaning and whining like a small child who didn’t want to go to school. Ted had needed to pull the covers clear off the bed, exposing his boy’s tight, muscled body to the cool elements provided by the central air conditioning system.
Barney tugged at his hand and Ted followed his boyfriend’s eyes, which had narrowed in on a pretty blonde girl with tits elegantly pushed up to her chin. “They’re like melons, Ted. Soft and ripe and just begging to be-“
Ted rolled his eyes, sliding his hand from Barney’s and sliding across to the seam of his black Armani trousers. It was enough to distract him, enough to take his eyes off Girl with Tits, enough to bring him back to Ted. Ted smiled, stroking his hand up and down Barney’s thigh, and feeling like he won a war.
“Ted…” Barney whimpered, lower lip trembling as Ted squeezed his thigh, brushing his knuckles over the discernable lines of Barney’s growing erection.
“What’s that you were saying about begging?” Ted asked teasingly, dark eyes glittering as he leaned close to Barney, running his tongue over the outer shell of Barney’s ear before sucking the ear lobe into his mouth. “Would you like it if I made you beg, Barney? Made you beg to come right here on this bench knowing that anyone could see?”
Barney gulped, feeling Ted’s hot breath on his ear, feeling trapped against the bench as Ted pressed tighter against him. He hated it (loved it) when Ted took the upper hand from him, when Ted took control. But if this was Ted’s way of trying to get an apology out of him for staring at the boobs that could defy gravity, then Ted was going be sorely disappointed. “I’m not sorry, Ted. I’m still a dude. I still have eyes. Just because I’m looking doesn’t mean that I don’t…”
Ted’s tongue traced a warm, damp line down the slender column of his throat, his lips nipping at the rapidly heating flesh. When Barney started to ramble, Ted pulled away slightly, tilting his head upwards to find tumultuous blue orbs and worry lines. It occurred to him that before they could pursue this further, equilibrium would need to be restored. “I don’t need you to apologize. You can look at all the boobs and all the codpieces that you want. That’s what these Renaissance Faires are for. They’re an excuse to just let the real world melt away for a few hours.” He paused, one hand curling around his beer glass and the other twining itself between Barney’s fingers. “Come on.”
Barney blinked in confusion, eyebrows furrowing as his cock strained against his pants, a red-hot steel rod that seemed bound and determined to burn a hole through the fabric if Ted didn’t do something about it.
“What’s wrong with here? I like it here with the birds chirping…and the leaves rustling…and the…the…” Words were failing him, stealing his ability to convince a man (or woman) that sex should be happening while being suave enough to make it sound like he didn’t have the Yips.
Oh fuck, the Yips. Just thinking about getting those again sent his brain into hyper-drive. He couldn’t think…couldn’t think straight…couldn’t be Barney…couldn’t be persuasive enough to get Ted to stay. It wasn’t like they hadn’t been messing around with each other. Blow jobs, hand jobs, and Ted had even rimmed him once. But they hadn’t had sex yet. Because he was a sissy and didn’t know if he could handle getting fucked in the ass by a guy that he actually loved and cared about.
And besides the sex thing, Ted knew how to do the relationship thing. Ted was awesome at the relationship thing. And he sucked at relationships. Sucked at keeping people in his life long enough for them to be impressed with him.
“Ass…boner…sex.”
Oh shit! He was like a damn Tourette’s patient, word vomit slipping out his mouth before he could stop it. Like he was caving in on himself before any of the good stuff could happen. He was screwing up sex! Barney Stinson was fucking up his chances and redemption felt like a butterfly he couldn’t hold onto.
Ted chuckled softly, watching the veins in Barney’s forehead pulse and twitch. “Barney, you’re thinking about this too hard.”
“Ted!” Barney’s breath quickened, hyperventilation threatening to overtake him as his fingers gripped Ted’s hand, turning white from the raw tension coiling inside his tendons. “Ted…this isn’t funny. Please…I don’t wanna get the Yips.”
“You’re not gonna get the Yips,” Ted promised, his voice the epitome of reassurance and calm. “Just come with me, okay? I think it would be best for both of us if we just walk away from here for a little bit. Find a better space? That’s more secluded? Call it the romantic in me, but I don’t want to share the view with anyone else.”
Barney’s breath hitched and he swallowed down the knot in his throat, nodding. He let Ted lift them to their feet and they headed slowly down another path in search of the seclusion they so desperately needed.
*-*-*-*-*
Ted wasn’t sure how they found it. It was a small glade off the beaten path shrouded by leaves and trees. It was a place where anything could happen and no one on the grounds would be any the wiser. It was a place where Ted could prove how much he needed Barney in his life and he couldn’t wait to get started on that.
In the silence of the clearing, he could hear the roar of the crowd and the scent of horses and sweat wafted through the branches, assaulting his nostrils. His most reasonable assumption was that they were somewhere near the jousting grounds.
Barney’s fingers slipped through the belt loops of Ted’s hand-crafted breeches and Ted groaned softly as Barney’s pelvis came into contact with the curve of his ass. The blond was still rock-hard; still desperately horny…despite his earlier freak-out and the brisk walk that followed. “So what’s that we were saying about begging?”
Barney smirked, rocking his hips forward and dragging his cloth-covered cock across Ted’s ass. Ted inhaled sharply as Barney’s fingers slid under his peasant shirt, tracing over the tiny hairs of his treasure trail before worming its way passed the elastic band of his trousers.
“Barney…”
Barney rested his chin on Ted’s shoulder, hot breath pulsing against the brunet’s jugular vein as his fingers wrapped around Ted’s throbbing erection and gave it a few sharp tugs. “I think I need to rebuild my confidence, Ted. Make it so there’s no chance those Yips will ever come back. Gonna have to Rock. Your. World.”
Ted’s hips rocked forward, thrusting into Barney’s hand, loving the tight, unrelenting grip. Beads of pre-come formed at the tip of Ted’s engorged dick and Barney’s thumb stretched forward to catch it, rubbing it against the thick vein on the underside.
Raw nerves and anxious tension were fading, melting away with each soft groan and each hiss of pleasure. Instead, they were being replaced by the strong armor of suave Barney. That was the Barney that knew how to close a deal in seven different languages, the Barney who kept a scrapbook of the women he’d conquered, the Barney who could turn the world on a dime.
It was the Barney who wanted to get inside Ted, feel his cock buried in the tight sheath of Ted’s hole. It was the Barney who wanted to make Ted scream, and beg, and pant for more. It was the Barney who knew how to bring the heat, the one who would become the legend of the New York Renaissance Faire.
It also was the Barney who had an easier time pretending that he wasn’t going to screw up the most real thing that had ever happened to him. This time around, he was calling the shots.
He released his grip on Ted’s dick, and slid his hands up the corded muscles of the brunet’s thighs. Ted grunted in disappointment, hips still humping the empty air in search of release.
Barney hooked his fingers into Ted’s breeches and guided them down Ted’s legs, blue eyes glazing over with lust as he gave Ted’s ass a hard squeeze before he moved up the curve of Ted’s spine and gave his shoulder a gentle push.
Ted willingly sunk to his knees and placed his hands in front of him so that he was balanced on all fours. The dirt crumbled against his fingertips and the grass felt soft against his aching skin. Barney knelt down behind him and Ted licked his lips at the sound of a belt being undone and trousers being unzipped.
Barney reverently ran one hand over Ted’s ass, eyes transfixed by the small mole on the base of Ted’s spine. His other hand dipped into his pocket and pulled out a travel-sized bottle of lube and a condom packet.
“Barney…please…,” Ted moaned, arching his back and pushing his buttocks into Barney’s face. He was rewarded with a light smack on his ass and the sudden trickle of cool lube dribbling down his crack.
“Is that begging I hear, Ted?” Barney grinned, pushing his finger past the constricting ring of muscles and wiggling it around in an effort to stretch him out a little. “I thought I was supposed to be the one begging today.”
“Nurrh…,” Ted babbled. He didn’t want to argue. He wanted sex. He had wanted sex since they walked through the front gates and felt the sexually-charged atmosphere of the Medieval Times. The semantics of who would top, who would bottom, and who would beg had been purely left to chance and opportunity.
“Was that supposed to be you asking me to fuck ya, Ted?” Barney let his finger slide out of Ted’s hole with a small pop and he ripped the foil top off the wrapper, nimbly rolling the latex sleeve over his thick shaft. He squirted more lube into his palm and massaged it into the condom, sliding his hand up and down a few times to spread the liquid love around.
The bulbous head of his cock bounced as Barney guided his hips forward, piercing the barrier and pushing himself inside without giving Ted time to adjust to the stretching, burning pain. He figured it would be better to just go in quick, like pulling off a Band-Aid.
Tears stung Ted’s lips as his body tried to adjust the combination of pain and pleasure and his lips parted to let loose a loud string of expletives. He had never imagined the first time hurting quite like this. He figured it would hurt a little but this…this was white-hot and burning him up from the inside out
Barney pressed his hand against Ted’s back, rubbing the skin in tight, concentric circles as he found Ted’s sweet spot on the upstroke. Ted moaned, feeling the pain and discomfort transform into pleasure and lust, feeling dizzy as wanton desire spun through every cell. He could see why people would want to do this way. It was intense and raw and oh so hot. He pushed his butt back to meet Barney’s insistent thrusts, heedless of the dirt and grass staining his skin, his clothes.
All that mattered was the fire-hot thrill of his need and the unadulterated lust making his skin tingle and burn. Not even the cool breeze could quench the fire growing inside him.
Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and the scent of horses and liquor wafted into his nostrils.
Round two of the joust was starting. And he knew that soon, the fervent roar of the crowds would once again snake its way through the woods to penetrate the glade and their isolation.
The smell hit Barney’s nose in a different way, making him more primal, more savage as he pummeled into Ted, making it harder for Ted to keep his face from being mashed into the ground as his sweet spot was hammered over and over again.
Barney snaked an arm around Ted’s waist, holding him steady and taking a firm grip on Ted’s aching erection. He stroked it up and down, going faster and faster as his hips pumped rapidly, thrusting his dick into Ted’s greedy little hole. He could feel his balls drawing up, pressing against his pubic bone, could feel Ted’s cock vibrating from its carnal need to explode.
“Fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck! TED!” Barney cursed, gritting his teeth and making his jaw quiver as he came with a roar, unloading thick jets of come into the condom, fearing that the latex membrane wouldn’t be enough to hold it all (Self-Five!).
Ted bit down on his lip as he came, trying to keep the scream of pleasure locked inside where it would be safe instead of letting it out, which would likely draw security to their little private spot. His eyes tracked the spurts of come as they spewed messily from his cock, soaking Barney’s hand and spattering across the grass beneath them, taking on the appearance of an abstract painting.
With heavy breaths, Barney collapsed, falling off of Ted and onto the soft ground. Ted let the weight in his arms shift and dropped into a side roll, nestling himself inside Barney’s arms (but they were not snuggling). His peasant shirt felt sticky against his chest, drenched with sweat and the scent of their sex. He was sure that Barney would start bitching about the damage the sweat and grass were going to wreak on the white dress shirt and single-breasted, vented suit coat that he hadn’t thought to take off in his efforts to split Ted in two.
But instead, there was bliss, and contentment, and the slight thrill that someone could still catch them in their state of post-coital awesome. Ted craned his neck back, capturing Barney’s lips in a lazy kiss as he pondered all the different sides of Barney, the different facets that made up the puzzle of the man. It’s what he liked about Barney. He liked the complicated challenge Barney offered and he felt strong enough to be able to handle it.
“So how was your first trip to the Renaissance Faire?” Ted asked, loving the feel of Barney’s hand traveling up and down his stomach, languidly tracing patterns over the thin cotton shirt.
Barney pressed his lips to the back of Ted’s neck, smiling as he inhaled the musky scent of his hair gel. “Can we come back tomorrow? I wanna see some dude get stuck with a lance.” He chuckled, softly, realizing the implied double entendre. “That’s not you, Ted. Though we can do that again too, if you want?”
Ted grinned, “See two dudes get stuck with a lance? Yeah, I think we can work that into the schedule tomorrow. No problem.”
**Winner of the Mezz Loves Slash Fanfic Award**
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on 2009-09-21 12:43 am (UTC)Anyway. Um. Nope, I'm still stuck on OH MY GOD HOT. Have I mentioned HOT yet? Because, um... yum. Yes. Good lord. Really hot. I can't come up with ANYTHING else (although, I really like the emphasized NAY in Ren-NAY-sance, very Ted) because my brain is totally melted.
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on 2009-09-21 12:48 am (UTC)It's comments like this that keep me working towards being the best writer I can be.
So thank you.
Also...feel free to comment on anything you want because dude, I'm a comment junkie!
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on 2009-09-21 12:52 am (UTC)I always feel kinda awkward about leaving these comments, because I'm like... oh lord, they'll freak out if I start babbling, right? (reading
Except for when I had to go do my multivariable homework. I wouldn't let myself read this fic until I did that.
... I'm gonna stop rambling now.
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on 2009-09-22 06:13 pm (UTC)And ick...multivariate homework does not sound fun at all. At least, you had something to distract you from the mental pain :)