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I Heard A Rumour

I Heard A Rumour
Pairing: Luke Johnson/Rich Boucher, Jay James/Rich Boucher
Rating: NC-17
POV: Rich
Prompt: 24: Fisting
Warnings: Fisting, obviously
Notes: First of the new table prompts and this is another of the awesome lc_ffaf's ideas. I dunno where this spate of creativity has come from but I'm just gonna go with it.

It was Friday night and I was, as was often the case, bored as fuck. Boredom, I knew, could often be relieved by a visit from a good slut, which were near in abundance. I picked up my phone, scrolling through the list of names, discounting some out of hand, either because I knew they were away or wasn't in the mood for them. I settled on one, texting him a simple message that I knew would get him here.

'My place, now'


Half an hour later the doorbell rang and there stood my slut for the night. Jay James. A bassist who gave amazing blowjobs and who'd probably taken every cock in the valleys. He was a well known little whore, not that I cared that much. I let out a low growl, gripping his t-shirt and pulling him inside, kicking the door closed behind us.

"You know the drill, strip off and get on your hands and knees." I growled, letting go of him and pushing him away from me.

"Yes sir!" He replied with a smile on his face. He did have a nice smile, I'd always thought that. It was one of his best features, along with his lizard tattoo and tongue piercing. He did as I asked, pulling his t-shirt off, exposing his slightly pudgy belly. He dropped it to the floor, then reached down and undid his flies, pushing his jean down and off. I raised an eyebrow, noting that he had boxers on, something he rarely wore, especially when I messaged him. He stepped out of his jeans, nudging them and his shoes aside. He hooked his fingers under his waistband, pushing the black material down his legs to the floor.

He was hard already, of course the slut was. I couldn't blame him really, as I was just wearing a pair of boxers myself and I knew full well the effect my body had on sluts like him. He immediately sank down so that he was on all fours before me and his eyes met mine, awaiting my next instruction. Such a good slut.

I circled him slowly, looking him over as I did. His pretty lizard tattoo extended down his back and I could make out a few marks on the skin either side of it. Once I was behind him, my gaze was drawn down to his rounded cheeks. Hmm. I reached forward, pulling his cheeks apart and examining his hole. "You've already had some action today I see." I spoke as I walked around to stand before him.

"No sir." He replied and I raised an eyebrow at him, his hole had definitely had action recently, there was no mistaking it. "I did get fisted last night though sir." He looked slightly dazed as he said that. "It was so amazing." He let out a soft sigh as he said that and I could tell he was thinking about it.

"Who did it?" I growled, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair.

"Luke... Luke Johnson." He replied, his eyes glinting as they met mine. I let out another growl and pulled my boxers down with my free hand, stuffing it down his throat.

I think it was time I paid Luke a visit.


The next night I stood outside Luke's house. Thankfully he didn't live too far away, having moved into the area awhile ago. I knew him in passing more than anything, but I'd recently heard rumours about him being the best fister around. Jay was just the confirmation, and from the look on his face... well, it seemed the reputation was well earned.

I pressed the button of his doorbell and waited for him to answer. I knew he was home, as the light was on, so it was just a matter of waiting for him and hoping he wasn't wrist deep in some slut.

After a few moments the door swung open and there he stood, wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else, so I had a good look at his inked chest. He looked a little puzzled, but smiled at me. "Rich! What a surprise! What can I do for you?"

"I want to ask you something, mind if I come in?" He shrugged and moved back, allowing me access. I stepped inside, heading into the living room, hearing him shut the door behind us before following me.

"So, what is it you want to ask me?" He asked, taking a seat and gesturing for me to do the same.

"I was with Jay last night." He settled back, a grin crossing his face but he said nothing, letting me continue. "He told me he was with you the other night, and that you fisted him."

"Oh yes, that I did." He nodded, licking his lips and I noticed him flexing his fist. "So what's your question? Are you wanting tips?"

"Not exactly." I paused and took a deep breath. "What I'm about to ask you is not to leave this house, are we clear?"

He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Well now I'm too intrigued to say no!"

"I want you to fist me."

He blinked, his eyes widening a little. "Did you just say what I think you said?"

"Yeah, you did. I've heard your the best fister around and I want to see for myself."

He grinned wide and leaned forward, his blue eyes looking me over. "Well, I'm certainly not going to say no to that! Do you want to now?"

I nodded, feeling my cock twitch in anticipation. "Yeah."

"Alright then!" He got up, licking his lips. "Follow me." I stood up, walking after him as he led me upstairs, opening a door to what was obviously his sex room. There were various toys and restraints on display, as well as a sex swing set up. As soon as we were inside he turned to face me, that smile on his lips. "Now you want my fist so you do what I say are we clear?"

"Yeah." I replied, nodding, it took a bit to suppress my natural dominant response to that.

What he did next surprised me, as he growled and shoved me against the wall. "No, not 'yeah' you say yes sir, got that?"

I swallowed, not used to being on the receiving end of this treatment. "Yes sir. Sorry sir." I added for good measure and he grinned again.

"Good." He stepped back, looking me over again. "Strip, and be quick about it."

I merely nodded in response and pulled my clothes off. Like with Jay the night before my t-shirt went off first, then my jeans, shoes and boxers. Once I was fully naked he examined me critically, nodding to himself. "Mmm, I'd heard about your cock. Seems what I heard was true." He wet his lips again, giving his bulge a squeeze. "I'm going to give you a choice as to how we do this. Either on all fours or in the swing."

I considered for a moment, but I had no clue which would be best. I'd fingered plenty of guys, but hadn't fisted any myself yet. I glanced at the swing and my decision was clear, I didn't want to be restrained. "All fours sir."

He nodded with a smirk. "Well what are you waiting for? Get into position!"

My I had to mentally stop myself growling as I got down on my hands and knees, crawling so that I was in a better position for him. "Mmm you have a nice toned ass, must be from all the working out you must do." I merely nodded and he moved, grabbing some lube. "Since I take it you've not had much arse action I'm going to go easy on you." He squirted a generous amount on his fingers, more than I'd use even if I was feeling kind.

He moved behind me and used one hand to hold my cheeks apart, exposing my opening for him. I bit me lip as I felt a lube slick finger against my hole, the digit circling the rim before pressing it's way into me. My eyes lidded, it hurt more than I remembered, but I knew it would subside. He worked his finger until it was knuckle deep inside me, then started to work it inside me. The pain eased pretty quickly and it didn't take long before it was joined by another. A groan left my lips as he caught my spot with them and I heard him chuckle, his fingers working me open.

After a few minutes with just two of his fingers, he retreated them back, only to push them back with a third. I let out a throaty groan, a sound just like what one of the many men I used would make. His hand holding my cheeks let go of them, then I felt him squirt more lube over his fingers and my hole. My eyes lidded again as he drew his fingers back, pressing his little finger along with them this time. I squirmed beneath him, his four fingers working to open me up more for him. They spread and stretched my hole, wider than it had ever been before and my cock ached against my belly.

"Mmm yeah, you're ready now." I heard him say behind me and he pulled his fingers out a little, but only so he could tuck his thumb in and press that into me. But he didn't stop there and I let out all kinds of moans as he worked his hand into me.

"Fuck, oh fuck..." I gasped, incoherent words leaving my lips. He chuckled at my reaction and pushed deeper, until his hand was fully inside me. "Ugh fuck..." He didn't pull his hand back right away, and my dick twitched with appreciation at the way he moved his digits inside me, catching all the right places.

He went slow when his hand did move, working it it out about half way and then back in, each time eliciting sounds of pleasure from my lips. I couldn't speak anymore, I couldn't even manage the broken exclamations of fuck that I had when it had entered me. Fuck, he was amazing.

"I know you're desperate to cum." He purred, his fingers teasing my spot when his hand was fully inside me. "You will soon." I let out a keening sound and he just chuckled. "Cum Rich, shoot all over yourself as I work my fist into you." He twisted it inside me and I let out, well, I wasn't sure how to describe the sound I made as I came, seeing stars as I had the most intense orgasm I'd probably ever experienced.

Slowly he eased his hand out if me, my body quivering beneath him. I was panting heavily, but even so I could hear the sound of his flies being undone. I looked up in a daze as he moved to stand before me, his dick, almost as impressive as mine, fully erect in his hand. I wasn't sure what possessed me but I managed to lean up and I wrapped my lips around his head, my tongue running along his soft skin. He let out a groan of surprise, one hand threading through my hair to hold me there not that I was going to go anywhere. He fisted his dick with his hand, the hand that had been in me just moments before and he let out a growl as he came in my mouth. I swallowed the salty fluid down, just like a whore and I he patted my hair, chuckling.

"Well, what did you think?" He asked as he stepped back, tucking his member away and zipping himself up. "Have I satisfied your curiosity?"

I swallowed, struggling to regain even the slightest compose and I shifted so I was on my knees. He'd just fisted me, not only that I'd swallowed his cum and I was struggling to find words. It took me a few more moments, but I managed to nod. "That was... incredible." He smirked and I swallowed again, wetting my lips. "And, fuck, I want you to do it to me again."

"Oh yes, they always say that." He grinned and leaned down, running his fingers through my hair. "And I'm always more than happy to oblige. Now, come on, you could probably do with some rest."

I returned his smile and he helped me up, leading me to his bedroom and lying me down on the sheets. I knew that this would most definitely become a regular thing. Hopefully he'd even do it it again before I leave.

Thoughts of him wrist deep in me again filled my head as I drifted off to sleep against his sheets.
Tags: 25 fics, bullet for my valentine, funeral for a friend, jay james, jay james/rich boucher, lostprophets, luke johnson, luke johnson/rich boucher, rich boucher
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