To my knowledge everyone on my flist, except moth1 (hey!) and
drunkenfop (for whom this story is written), is non-British. Therefore you probably won’t have a clue what Life on Mars is or who the characters are. So for you I give...
Rating: NC-17 (really)
Pairing: Ray/Chris (a little bit of Sam/Gene if you squint)
Warnings (to be taken seriously): BDSM, dodgy-con, graphic sex
Summary: It didn’t matter that he’d never done it before. It didn’t matter that he was starting to panic, struggling to breathe around the thickness in his mouth. It certainly didn’t matter whether he wanted to do it or not.
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Author notes: In a fit of lust-addled madness after reading
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There is no cling film in this part but there might be in the second. Also the pov is Ray’s to start with. What do you know, it appears I *can* switch within a fic *ggg*
I am posting this in two parts because the second part is not ready and I didn’t want to make drunkenfop wait too long.
Want to know more? There is now a DVD Commentary available for this fic!