cimorene

inching closer to the smut

southpaw526 asked for. i meant to, too. i'm a wimp--what can i say?

and the challenge was

'you're telling me,' i said incredulously, 'that you don't know when dave was going to show up?'

rick shrugged. i couldn't see him shrug, of course, because the light in the pantry was off, and the door was closed, but as his body was pretty well pressed against mine from the nape of his neck to the knee, and one of my feet was sort of between one of his, in this not-cool sideways way--i could feel it. 'he asked if he could come get the dvds, and i said i'd be around all evening. he's going to his kid's cubscouts or something at seven, which is only--'

'...only four hours away,' i finished for him. standing in a space that was not much bigger than i was wasn't a lot of fun, even when rick was one side of the space. the pantry door was against my back, the shelves were on either side, one of my arms was squished awkwardly along my side, and the other was bent funny, with my hand resting under a shelf and on top of some cans. at least, since the door had just slammed, it wasn't too uncomfortable yet, but since the door was locked and i might be standing there for four more hours, the whole thing was less than thrilling.

a little silence fell in the pantry. where i had accidentally locked both of us. it's kind of creepy how fast everything goes still in the darkness. time stretches out. i was breathing and rick was breathing--that was the only sound, and i could feel it too, my chest against his back, his back against my chest. the stereo was still blaring out on the patio, but it might have been a world away. i tried to bend my head to crack my neck and ended up with my nose brushing through the short bristles on the back of rick's neck. i tried to move my legs--god, my feet hurt--and felt the absolutely bizarre sensation of my legs moving against rick's invisible ones. when my thigh met the firm curve of his ass was when i quickly put my foot back down and abandoned the attempt, gritting my teeth. i had to count faster, because i was breathing faster.

rick's voice was warm and amused. 'were you this fidgety when you were a little kid?'

'it's really comes out when i'm locked in a closet with an ass,' i said irritably. and then realized what i'd said. 'hole. asshole.'

rick laughed ruefully and his shoulders shook against me. it was nice--and he smelled good. i was as tense as, well, as a very tense thing. 'you know, michael,' he said, 'i wasn't going to mention who got us stuck.'

i thought about saying 'suck my dick.' i didn't say it, but my dick liked the idea. in the circumstances, i decided to say 'thank you for that' instead.

'but,' rick continued, 'you're really begging for it.' his voice was kind of low at this point--the way you talk when you're talking to someone whose mouth is pretty much right next to your ear. 'see, i have a kitchen door and a pantry door. the kitchen door helps keep the outdoors, including the wind, apart from the indoors where the pantry is located.'

right, right, because when the other door is open the wind goes through and blows the pantry door shut and if the lock is broken and if you and your best friend are both standing inside it for some crazy reason... i knew it all. not that he was probably going to shut up. i shrugged my shoulders. knowing you can't move your arms makes them really twitchy. i thought i was going to get a cramp.

but he felt it, and latched onto that: 'are you uncomfortable? your arms really can't fit between the canned broccoli and the soup, can they?'

suddenly he was groping around behind him. his hand found my hip before it found my forearm and dragged it forward. 'put it here,' he said, pulling my hands under his with both hands, one and then the other, so they went under his arms. he put them down on the shelf in front of him. 'more comfortable?' there's something about having my arms wrapped around--full of--rick that makes it difficult for me to speak.

he probably felt my heart pounding against his back. i'm not sure but i may have had difficulty breathing. my hands flexed uselessly on the shelf. the movement travelled up my arms and i could feel them moving a little against rick's ribs. 'ahh,' i said, probably more a sigh than i'd planned, 'yeah.'

'dammit,' he muttered, and shifted his legs a little. 'feet are fuckin' killing me.' i didn't say anything, since it was my fault. and also since when he shifted he somehow brought our bodies into closer contact. it was just more comfortable, being already in a little closet that size, to stand like this. comfortable. yeah. he put his hands on the shelf in front of him at shoulder-height, let his head fall limply between his shoulders and let out a whooshing sigh.

'fuckin' feet,' i agreed. as long as he wasn't blaming me, i was happy. of course, even though it made me nervous as hell, it was hard--haha, hard--not to be happy plastered up against rick like that. i was melting into goo with a rick-shaped dent all down the front of it. and probably a pretty good hard-on by the time i finished melting, especially if i didn't stop moving my feet, and my arms, and my ribcage, and breathing... all of which inevitably caused him to rub against me a little more.

'i'm afraid to move my head because these cans will fall all over us like an avalanche,' he groused.

'fuckin' cans,' i agreed again.

rick snorted a little. 'and while we're at it, i can't believe i didn't put the light switch inside the pantry, even though i didn't know you yet at the time.' hah hah.

'fuckin' light switch,' i muttered, trying not to sniff rick's hair.

'i knew the lock was broken,' he continued to himself, 'why couldn't i just have done that before i changed the lightbulb...' and shifted a little, impatiently.

'fuckin' cock.' what--what?

'what?' rick said, along with the little voice inside my head, with the difference that then rick burst out laughing.

'lock,' i said blankly. 'lock--fucking lock... oh, shit.' i would have looked at him with my puppy dog face, except he was facing away and it was pitch dark. 'i said that out loud, didn't i. and you heard it.'

rick seemed to be so weak with laughter that he couldn't hold his own weight up, because he sort of fell back into my arms. i don't think his feet were even under him. 'yeah,' he said, 'pretty much. oh, man.'

'fuck, fuck, fuck,' i muttered, and rick just laughed harder. a little weight on the front of my shoulder i recognized--rick's head tipped back there. i'd recognize the feel anywhere. i had the eerie sensation he was looking up at me, through the blackness. which wouldn't have been surprising, given he was plastered all over me too much to miss my cock's enthusiastic response to having its name called. he was really almost pressing back against me. did i mention how firm his ass was? 'and,' i said, 'i am totally screwed, aren't i?'

i wasn't really talking to rick, but since i knew rick, i was not surprised that he felt the need to answer anyway. it took him a few tries to get any actual words out. he was almost crying from laughter. really, it hadn't been that funny. 'well,' he said. 'not yet.'

'uh,' i said. but he braced his hands on the sides of the pantry and pushed back against me and--rubbed, slowly and sinuously, sort of a triple-x-rated snuggle. he was like a goddamned cat--with a really nice ass. my mouth was open, and i was breathing hard and fast. and with no warning, a brush of something moist and hot touched my lower lip, and then the firm attack of an open mouth. 'oh.'