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firewhiskeyficTitle: Total Eclipse (of the Heart)
Author:a_belladonna
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes, and then some
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Let's see whee this takes us (Cycling RPF, Mathieu van der Poel, Wout van Aert, Domenico Pozzovivo, Mathieu van der Poel/Domenico Pozzovivo)
Challenge/Prompts used: All of them babay
Summary: ...I'm not sure (A sober summary: Mathieu van der Poel and Wout van Aert are preparing to go clubbing. Bickering ensues. A blowjob is given, but not between those two)
Rating/Warnings: R-ish? Bordeirng on NC-17?
Word count: That'll have to wait til the mornn (1316 words)
Author's Notes (if any): ...Uh...did you know that Noble Collection recently released Gilderoy Lockhart's wand? Sounds knd of dirty, but they did. You knwo, the replica one, with a glass fiber core and handpainted resin. And of course he got the fancy Ollivander's Edition treatment: https://www.noblecollection.com/Item--i-PRP-HP-8921 None o' that "Character Wand"-stuff for Mr. I know Joined-Up Writing :p And did you see, they claim it's 17,5 inches - "the longest wand produced by the Noble Colledtion". (Sober!me thinks it's appropriate to also mention that there's an anecdote about the writer's brother having to endure a sex ed-class given by his mother. You know, the perils of being a student at the same school where your mother works. He managed to get himself kicked out from that lecture very quickly, but YMMW and some might find it a bit squicky.)
"Total Eclipseof the heeeart!"
Sut up, Wout grumbled. "Your can't sing!"
Mathieru looekd a bit hurt, only for a secnd.
"Wot do you mena, "you can't sing?" i just did. Perhaps out o f key, the fuck to I know, but I SANG. Shut it with touyr negativite."
They were prepearing for a night out. Don't ak me why two rivals who dn't relly like each ther were preparing for a night out togehther, but t thye wre. Mathieu had been sining int a hairbrush liek a micriphone, honestly feelinga bit like arock god, only for a faction of a second. that is, unitl Wout's empty Red Bull can had flwon past him,.
...fuck, where was i?
Right. Clubbing. night clubbing, we walk like ghosts...soemthing something Iggry Pop...rigt. you got this.
I thnk
So. Like to teenage girls, they werer prepareing for a night out. Unlike teenage girls from Harry Potter, thuogh, they didn't have idol posters of Gildroy Lockhart on theyr walls. I thinnk. You never know. You think you know someone, adn suddenly they have a signed poster of Gilderoy Lohkart on their wall, joined-up writing and all. I honestly wouldn't put it past Mathieu van der poel to have a Gilderoy Lockhart poster on his wall - after alle, he plays golf and doens't get any blisters in his hands from riding Paris-ROubaix gloveless. I tell you, the man is a wizard, Harry.
As ling as he doesn't try to heal his temamates brokens bones,all is good, i think.
I also think I ought ot getthis story GOING SOME FUCKING WHEER!
I just ae half a bag of caramel-slty popcorn and read about a translator of comics who I tough twas dead (he asn't, hurrah). but that's not really to do with firewhskey fic, is it?
"Are you done throwing cans at me?" Mathieu asked, obviously also watting to go clubbing before tjhe night was over.
Wout didn't answer. He as busy drinking another vodka and red bull. It's easy to be your go-to cocktail when you're sponsored by the dirnk (redbul, that is. athletes are reraly sposnored by vodka. I thnjk. Perhaps Finnish athletes? But OWut's not Finnish, so he has to make do with Red Bull (I rally don't like that drink, the smell make me gag, even walking past a display in my local supermarket makes me quaeay. I've had vodka/red bull ONCE in my life, and that was enough, thank you very much.))
"Well, I THINK," Mathieu said, straight up braking the fourth wll, "that you ought ot get a move on, and get to that damn club before Woutje here has finsihes his bottle of vodka"
(alright, alright, I'll get a move on...)
(It's the first time the characters are bossing me around, usually they're too drunk or something to notice)
ANYAWAY (I feel Mathieu is getting somewhat impatient, poor thing. Bear with him, it's his first FWF, and I thn he only drinks Skinny Bitches) the ysomeahow made their way to the club.
What were the prompts agan? Do I really have to scrolle lla the way back up to checj? :o
ANYWAY, like birds of a featheyr they flocked to the club. (Yes, I scrolled back up)
Hey, athere was a popcorn on my desk! :D
They made their way through the dark club towards the counter, because no matter how many drinks you had while arming up at home, you always want a drink once yur're at your destination.
"Scruse me," MVDp said, poking the shoulder of a short man stading by the counter. He quickly moved out of the way, casting a glance up at them. (They're both quiet e tall, straping lads, after all.)
Having acquired their drinks, Wout looked at Mathoeu. "We split up now, right?" he asked.
"Wahtever you say, honey" Mathieu replied, relishing in watching WOut not knowing what to answer to that epithet.
Moving thorugh the throng proved a little more difficult, but Mathieu prevailed. He didn't really know what to do or where to go , except away from Wout.
"Total eclipsee ooof theee heeeeartt" the chorus rang out over him. He fel tvery vindicated at the DJ's choice of song.
He was so busy feeling pleased about himself that he didn't keep an eye out and bumped into the short man from before.
"Sorry, he mumbled. The short guy, that is.
"No, no, that's on me", mathieu replied. "Wait, haven't I seen you beofre?" he continued. "Wasn't it you who blocked me in that Giro stage?"
"Um, yes, yes it was," Domenico Pozzovivo mumbled. "You're not still upset about it, are you?" [obviously they're speaking French here]
"Nah, it was a pretty cool laead out, considering you're not anywhere near a sprinter," Mathieru replied.
"I'm glad you think so," Pozzo mumbled, taking a sip of his drink, and, despite being almost 143 years older than Mathieu looked very much like a blshing teen. Almost as blusing as if he was a teen having sex ed at school and the teacher was his own mother [true story, it happened to my brother when he was a teen. The only time he was kicked out of class. His mother taught biology, and so he'd rather be a bad, unruly student for once than having his own mother teach about the birds and the bees. But back to Pozzo...]
Mathieu wasn't one to overlook such a thing. "Are you blushing?" he asked. Well, that was flattering. One of the oldest riders finding him hot. Well, of course he was hot (in that regard he's probably a bit liek our old pal Lockhart. Fortunately he doesn't run around erasing people's memories. I think.), but being confirmed in that was always nice.
"Um, well...I mean...you're...you're...well bred..." Pozzo mumbled, not knowing where to look, but trying and failing in keeping his gaze off of Matieu's crotch.
"What would you say if we try and find a quiet place to do something about it?" Mathieu asked.
"I wouldnt mind," Pozzo replied.
It took a little searching, but finally they actually succeeded in finding a undisturbed corner. Mathieu had ot admit that even if POzzo was kinda old (well, he'd like 40 and stuff) the body underneath the clothes wasn't bad. Especially when he felt nimble fingers undo his fly, pull his underwear down and take his cock in his mouth. He sighed and let his head fall back. NOt bad, not bad at all, feeling his cock being engulfed in a warm, wet mouth, and a firm, experienced grip at the base of his cock. he bit his lip and tried to make the moment last. The mouth left his cock and moved further down, towarsd his balls, nibbled at them, sucked them, moved back up to his cock, and tried to take as mcuh in as possible.
"Oh, fuck...oh fuck," he moaned. This was good. This was very good. This was much better than having Red bull cans thrown at him by Wout. He looked down and saw the head bobbing up and down, and reached out and ran his fingers through dark curls. He could feel his balls tighten. He was close. So close. Screwing his eyes shut he came, came in the waiting mouth.
"Tooootaaaall ecliiipse of the heeeearrt" the chrous rang out over the club.
[I feel kind of bad ofr letting Pozzo hang there. Of course Matoue reciprocated [ow, that was a big word9, but I'm really kind of tired now, and I really liked the neding. But suffice to say, he in turn sucked cock so everybody left entirely satisfied. no, don't ask me about the logistics, neither in regards to their repsective heights, or what kind of club that isn't a sex club, where you can just suck cock in a corner. They coudl here. What did you expect from a club named "Gilderoy LOckhart's Sex Ed"?)
Author:
a_belladonnaI am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes, and then some
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Let's see whee this takes us (Cycling RPF, Mathieu van der Poel, Wout van Aert, Domenico Pozzovivo, Mathieu van der Poel/Domenico Pozzovivo)
Challenge/Prompts used: All of them babay
Summary: ...I'm not sure (A sober summary: Mathieu van der Poel and Wout van Aert are preparing to go clubbing. Bickering ensues. A blowjob is given, but not between those two)
Rating/Warnings: R-ish? Bordeirng on NC-17?
Word count: That'll have to wait til the mornn (1316 words)
Author's Notes (if any): ...Uh...did you know that Noble Collection recently released Gilderoy Lockhart's wand? Sounds knd of dirty, but they did. You knwo, the replica one, with a glass fiber core and handpainted resin. And of course he got the fancy Ollivander's Edition treatment: https://www.noblecollection.com/Item--i-PRP-HP-8921 None o' that "Character Wand"-stuff for Mr. I know Joined-Up Writing :p And did you see, they claim it's 17,5 inches - "the longest wand produced by the Noble Colledtion". (Sober!me thinks it's appropriate to also mention that there's an anecdote about the writer's brother having to endure a sex ed-class given by his mother. You know, the perils of being a student at the same school where your mother works. He managed to get himself kicked out from that lecture very quickly, but YMMW and some might find it a bit squicky.)
"Total Eclipseof the heeeart!"
Sut up, Wout grumbled. "Your can't sing!"
Mathieru looekd a bit hurt, only for a secnd.
"Wot do you mena, "you can't sing?" i just did. Perhaps out o f key, the fuck to I know, but I SANG. Shut it with touyr negativite."
They were prepearing for a night out. Don't ak me why two rivals who dn't relly like each ther were preparing for a night out togehther, but t thye wre. Mathieu had been sining int a hairbrush liek a micriphone, honestly feelinga bit like arock god, only for a faction of a second. that is, unitl Wout's empty Red Bull can had flwon past him,.
...fuck, where was i?
Right. Clubbing. night clubbing, we walk like ghosts...soemthing something Iggry Pop...rigt. you got this.
I thnk
So. Like to teenage girls, they werer prepareing for a night out. Unlike teenage girls from Harry Potter, thuogh, they didn't have idol posters of Gildroy Lockhart on theyr walls. I thinnk. You never know. You think you know someone, adn suddenly they have a signed poster of Gilderoy Lohkart on their wall, joined-up writing and all. I honestly wouldn't put it past Mathieu van der poel to have a Gilderoy Lockhart poster on his wall - after alle, he plays golf and doens't get any blisters in his hands from riding Paris-ROubaix gloveless. I tell you, the man is a wizard, Harry.
As ling as he doesn't try to heal his temamates brokens bones,all is good, i think.
I also think I ought ot getthis story GOING SOME FUCKING WHEER!
I just ae half a bag of caramel-slty popcorn and read about a translator of comics who I tough twas dead (he asn't, hurrah). but that's not really to do with firewhskey fic, is it?
"Are you done throwing cans at me?" Mathieu asked, obviously also watting to go clubbing before tjhe night was over.
Wout didn't answer. He as busy drinking another vodka and red bull. It's easy to be your go-to cocktail when you're sponsored by the dirnk (redbul, that is. athletes are reraly sposnored by vodka. I thnjk. Perhaps Finnish athletes? But OWut's not Finnish, so he has to make do with Red Bull (I rally don't like that drink, the smell make me gag, even walking past a display in my local supermarket makes me quaeay. I've had vodka/red bull ONCE in my life, and that was enough, thank you very much.))
"Well, I THINK," Mathieu said, straight up braking the fourth wll, "that you ought ot get a move on, and get to that damn club before Woutje here has finsihes his bottle of vodka"
(alright, alright, I'll get a move on...)
(It's the first time the characters are bossing me around, usually they're too drunk or something to notice)
ANYAWAY (I feel Mathieu is getting somewhat impatient, poor thing. Bear with him, it's his first FWF, and I thn he only drinks Skinny Bitches) the ysomeahow made their way to the club.
What were the prompts agan? Do I really have to scrolle lla the way back up to checj? :o
ANYWAY, like birds of a featheyr they flocked to the club. (Yes, I scrolled back up)
Hey, athere was a popcorn on my desk! :D
They made their way through the dark club towards the counter, because no matter how many drinks you had while arming up at home, you always want a drink once yur're at your destination.
"Scruse me," MVDp said, poking the shoulder of a short man stading by the counter. He quickly moved out of the way, casting a glance up at them. (They're both quiet e tall, straping lads, after all.)
Having acquired their drinks, Wout looked at Mathoeu. "We split up now, right?" he asked.
"Wahtever you say, honey" Mathieu replied, relishing in watching WOut not knowing what to answer to that epithet.
Moving thorugh the throng proved a little more difficult, but Mathieu prevailed. He didn't really know what to do or where to go , except away from Wout.
"Total eclipsee ooof theee heeeeartt" the chorus rang out over him. He fel tvery vindicated at the DJ's choice of song.
He was so busy feeling pleased about himself that he didn't keep an eye out and bumped into the short man from before.
"Sorry, he mumbled. The short guy, that is.
"No, no, that's on me", mathieu replied. "Wait, haven't I seen you beofre?" he continued. "Wasn't it you who blocked me in that Giro stage?"
"Um, yes, yes it was," Domenico Pozzovivo mumbled. "You're not still upset about it, are you?" [obviously they're speaking French here]
"Nah, it was a pretty cool laead out, considering you're not anywhere near a sprinter," Mathieru replied.
"I'm glad you think so," Pozzo mumbled, taking a sip of his drink, and, despite being almost 143 years older than Mathieu looked very much like a blshing teen. Almost as blusing as if he was a teen having sex ed at school and the teacher was his own mother [true story, it happened to my brother when he was a teen. The only time he was kicked out of class. His mother taught biology, and so he'd rather be a bad, unruly student for once than having his own mother teach about the birds and the bees. But back to Pozzo...]
Mathieu wasn't one to overlook such a thing. "Are you blushing?" he asked. Well, that was flattering. One of the oldest riders finding him hot. Well, of course he was hot (in that regard he's probably a bit liek our old pal Lockhart. Fortunately he doesn't run around erasing people's memories. I think.), but being confirmed in that was always nice.
"Um, well...I mean...you're...you're...well bred..." Pozzo mumbled, not knowing where to look, but trying and failing in keeping his gaze off of Matieu's crotch.
"What would you say if we try and find a quiet place to do something about it?" Mathieu asked.
"I wouldnt mind," Pozzo replied.
It took a little searching, but finally they actually succeeded in finding a undisturbed corner. Mathieu had ot admit that even if POzzo was kinda old (well, he'd like 40 and stuff) the body underneath the clothes wasn't bad. Especially when he felt nimble fingers undo his fly, pull his underwear down and take his cock in his mouth. He sighed and let his head fall back. NOt bad, not bad at all, feeling his cock being engulfed in a warm, wet mouth, and a firm, experienced grip at the base of his cock. he bit his lip and tried to make the moment last. The mouth left his cock and moved further down, towarsd his balls, nibbled at them, sucked them, moved back up to his cock, and tried to take as mcuh in as possible.
"Oh, fuck...oh fuck," he moaned. This was good. This was very good. This was much better than having Red bull cans thrown at him by Wout. He looked down and saw the head bobbing up and down, and reached out and ran his fingers through dark curls. He could feel his balls tighten. He was close. So close. Screwing his eyes shut he came, came in the waiting mouth.
"Tooootaaaall ecliiipse of the heeeearrt" the chrous rang out over the club.
[I feel kind of bad ofr letting Pozzo hang there. Of course Matoue reciprocated [ow, that was a big word9, but I'm really kind of tired now, and I really liked the neding. But suffice to say, he in turn sucked cock so everybody left entirely satisfied. no, don't ask me about the logistics, neither in regards to their repsective heights, or what kind of club that isn't a sex club, where you can just suck cock in a corner. They coudl here. What did you expect from a club named "Gilderoy LOckhart's Sex Ed"?)
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Date: 2024-04-15 07:03 pm (UTC)My favourite typo: despite being almost 143 years older than Mathieu looked very much like a blshing teen. That's quite an age gap, that's all I'm saying!
Nice job, M.A.
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Date: 2024-04-29 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-16 12:01 am (UTC)LOLOLOLOL!!!! This was my fave insertion of the Gilderoy Lockhart prompt ("insertion," heh, heh). I also enjoyed the breaking--more like shattering by means of drunken yet meta-conscious flailing--of the fourth wall!
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Date: 2024-04-29 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-16 10:51 pm (UTC)The end was nice and hot too! Fantastic FWF!
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Date: 2024-04-29 04:02 pm (UTC)Yes, I meant to type "13", but number keys can be hard to hit properly, it seems. ;)
And yes, I guess I thought they needed a small reward for being subjected to my easily distracted ramblings...
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Date: 2024-04-17 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-29 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-17 04:48 am (UTC)hahahahha!
This club sounds amazing.
Also so glad 'Matoue' reciprocated - that is a big word to end with!!
a popcorn!
Date: 2024-04-17 05:09 am (UTC)Ha!
::snerk::
I love Firewhiskey moments like this.
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Date: 2024-04-19 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-20 04:17 pm (UTC)Fave section: Unlike teenage girls from Harry Potter, thuogh, they didn't have idol posters of Gildroy Lockhart on theyr walls. I thinnk. You never know. You think you know someone, adn suddenly they have a signed poster of Gilderoy Lohkart on their wall, joined-up writing and all.
And what about that age: ...almost 143 years older....
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Date: 2024-04-20 08:06 pm (UTC)I just ae half a bag of caramel-slty popcorn and read about a translator of comics who I tough twas dead (he asn't, hurrah). but that's not really to do with firewhskey fic, is it?
Everything is to do with FWF!