Cabin Pressure Fic: Ice Ice Baby
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evila_elfTitle: Ice Ice Baby
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Martin/Douglas
Word Count: 2363
Summary: The Cabin Pressure Crew finds themselves in Phoenix, Arizona and in Martin and Douglas' room, the air conditioning barely works. Martin just wants a shower. Douglas has other ideas!
Notes: Based off the Cabin Pressure Meme Prompt found here
Thanks: Big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daasgrrl for the beta and her insistence that the smut was good :)
The air felt thick, humid, and suffocating. Even at a quarter past six in the evening. Blasted Phoenix!
“I think I’m melting,” Arthur complained, alternating between sipping his slushie and pressing it against his forehead.
They were gathered at a cluster of old picnic tables in the shade, nursing cold drinks from a nearby vendor. Carolyn had one table all to herself as she talked on her mobile, her voice dripping with a sweetness that was quite the opposite of her expression, as she tried to find a hotel that would take them. The hotel they had booked had ‘conveniently’ lost their reservations and was now full.
Douglas stirred the air with his hat. The relief was minor, the effort barely worth the reward, but Douglas took what he could get. He turned his attention to Martin.
Martin had finally removed his captain’s jacket ten minutes ago when Douglas pointed out that the widening stains under his arms weren’t very becoming. Martin reached for his drink, the small movement looking like a giant effort. He rattled it before popping the lid and reaching inside the cup to pluck out a half-melted ice cube.
Douglas felt the air temperature rise at least ten degrees as he watched Martin, eyes closed, suck on the ice cube before running it over his forehead, leaving a drippy trail of moisture across his brow. Then down his nose. Across his cheeks. Neck. Back to his mouth.
Martin opened one eye. “How can you think of sex in this weather?”
Douglas wondered how Martin had jumped to that very correct conclusion. He must have made some undignified noise. It wouldn’t be the first time Martin had been the cause of such sounds. Douglas quickly looked at Arthur and Carolyn, but Arthur’s eyes were glazed as they watched his mum, who was still talking on the phone. Neither had heard Martin’s comment. “I’m always thinking of sex.” Douglas pitched his voice low, waggling his eyebrows.
Martin made a disgusted sound before reaching for another ice cube. This time he just plopped it in his mouth, crunching it with sharp teeth.
Douglas continued to leer at him.
“Oh, for God’s sake.”
***
When Carolyn finally located a hotel that would take them, Martin wanted to sob with relief. After 20 minutes of walking, he was almost sobbing for real. Even walking in the shade of buildings felt like someone was holding a magnifying glass over them, trying to set them on fire. He longed to step into a nice cold shower and stay there until his skin stopped sizzling like a frying pan. Carolyn had only booked two rooms for them, but damned if he was going to let Douglas shower first. He might be willing to share, if the shower were big enough, but Douglas really did have a one track mind, and sex was farthest from Martin’s.
Check-in went surprisingly smooth considering their usual luck, and they all hurried towards their rooms. The air was a little cooler inside, although the air-conditioning was struggling to fight the heat from the setting sun that blasted the side of the building. Martin made a run for the shower.
Douglas, moving faster than he had since their quickie that morning, grabbed hold of Martin’s arm, causing the younger man to let out a squawk of protest.
“Really, Douglas. At least let me shower first!”
“I’m sure I can make you change your mind.”
“I very much doubt that.”
“Just give me ten minutes to prove it to you.”
Martin felt sweaty and disgusting and couldn’t understand why Douglas would want anything to do with him in his current state. “And then you’ll stop?” he asked doubtfully.
Douglas nodded.
“Even if we’re, uh, in the middle of something?”
“Scout’s honour.”
Martin eyed the two fingers Douglas held up, then glanced at the waiting bathroom.
“I promise,” Douglas added.
Knowing he would regret letting Douglas once again have his way, Martin finally nodded, taking Douglas at his word.
“Excellent. Now go lie down on the bed. I’ll be right back.” Douglas slipped out of the hotel room.
Instead of immediately doing what he was told, Martin went into the bathroom to wash his hands and splash a little cold water on his face. Going over to the bed, he checked the pillows and looked under the covers, always cautious of hotels since that one time...he shuddered with disgust. He assumed Douglas would eventually want him naked, so he peeled off his clothes and dropped them in a pile by the bed. The room felt stifling, the air conditioner barely stirring the air. Martin sighed and lay face down on the bedcover, feet and arms stretched towards the four corners.
The cover felt good against his skin. For about a minute, until his body warmed it. He scooted a little to the side, searching for a cooler spot. He heard Douglas return, but ignored him moving around the room. Then something dropped onto his back. The cold hit all his nerve endings at once, so strong at first that he felt like he was being burned. He twisted away and fell off the other end of the bed. He gave Douglas a disgusted glare over the edge of the mattress.
Douglas scooped the ice cube up from the bed, looking rather pleased with himself. He put a folded hotel towel down where Martin had been lying. “On your back, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“What if I do mind?” Martin noticed the large container near the bed, full of ice cubes.
Douglas shrugged and started taking off his clothes.
Suddenly, Martin felt like he could use an ice cube or two to cool down. Keeping a careful eye on Douglas, as well as on the ice, Martin got back on the bed.
Douglas put the ice cube that he had been holding into his mouth as he continued undressing, tossing his clothes next to Martin’s. Then he joined Martin on the bed, straddling him. He removed the ice cube from his mouth and leaned down to Martin.
Douglas’ tongue felt deliciously cool against his own, a maddening contrast to the heat pulsing from everywhere else. Then the cube was back, pressing against his side, and Martin had nowhere to squirm to get away, Douglas’ body caging him. He whimpered his frustration as Douglas moved the ice to his chest. “Douglas,” Martin gasped, freeing his mouth.
“Shhh.” Douglas moved to lick the trail of moisture, his velvety soft tongue, now warm, heating what had been cooled. Martin shivered. By now the ice had melted into a thin chip and Douglas picked it up, pressing it against Martin’s lips until they parted.
Martin sucked the ice into his mouth, feeling it melt against his tongue as Douglas reached for another. Instead of dreading the touch, this time he welcomed it.
Douglas pressed the ice to one of Martin’s nipples. “My ten minutes are almost up.” He replaced the ice with his thumb and then moved the ice to the other nipple.
“Nuughmmm.”
“Does that mean I should proceed? Or do you want me to stop?”
Martin had to blink several times in order to focus on Douglas. He noticed the redness on his partner’s cheeks, the parted lips, the rapid breaths. No, Douglas wasn’t going anywhere. Martin bucked his hips in answer.
Douglas left the ice cube on Martin’s chest, water trickling down to pool in his navel, as he fished a couple of smaller pieces of ice from the container and put them in his mouth. Then he held down Martin’s hips with his arm across them and used his other hand to guide Martin’s half-hard cock into his mouth.
The icy cold mouth took Martin’s breath away and he panicked, as if drowning and not quite able to reach the surface. Then the shock passed as Douglas’ mouth warmed and he sucked lightly on Martin's cock before pulling away. “Do that once more, and you are not going to be allowed near me ever again!”
Douglas didn’t seem to take the threat seriously, though he did give an apologetic kiss to the tip of Martin’s cock. Then he lapped at the water on Martin’s stomach, tongue pressing and sucking against his navel. “Roll over.”
***
After Martin turned over, albeit reluctantly, Douglas closed his eyes, steeling himself, his own cock painfully hard. He wanted to take Martin right then, but it would be a shame to stop when he had so much ice left, and what if he never got another chance? He fished another from the container, making sure to get a larger piece. He could feel the heat radiating off Martin's back and was surprised to not hear the ice sizzle at its first touch as he moved it from shoulder to shoulder.
Martin groaned at the chilly kiss of the ice, flexing and digging his toes against the covers. “Douglas,” he mumbled into his pillow.
Douglas moved the ice down Martin's spine, feeling him tremble. He paused at the base of Martin's arse, watching as a drop of water escaped the cube and disappeared down his crack.
Both men shivered.
Douglas didn’t realise he had stopped breathing until his lungs painfully protested. His breath was shaky as he parted Martin’s arse cheeks and brought the ice lower, cautiously touching the tight little pucker.
Martin yelled as if being tortured, the sound muffled by the pillow. His breathing sped up. But he didn’t try to twist away.
A slight bit of pressure had the clenched skin parting around the half-melted cube and Douglas watched, fascinated, his actions no longer feeling like his own.
Martin whimpered once, then again, and again as the ice pushed into him, his whole body trembling.
Douglas nearly knocked over the container as he fumbled for another cube, then sucked on it to round the edges before pressing it against Martin’s hole. The ice was about twice the size of the last one, but it didn’t seem to matter. Douglas leaned down close and slowly pushed it in.
***
Martin couldn’t believe it. He could feel the second ice cube moving around inside him, melting far too slowly compared to the first, the feeling breaking him out in a cold sweat, which he welcomed in the stifling room.
Then a third cube pressed at his entrance. Martin no longer felt the shock of cold as it breeched him. Douglas didn’t push it further, just held it there, stretching him open.
Martin could feel water from the ice tickling his perineum as it ran down to his balls. He thought he heard a groan from Douglas and suddenly he wanted to turn around to see his face. Needed to turn around. “Douglas,” he gasped, pitching his voice a little deeper in the way he knew Douglas liked. “Please.” He pushed back against the ice, feeling it sink in the rest of the way.
Before Martin could turn over, hands rested against his arse, stilling him. He was just about ready to start begging again, when he felt lips at the base of his spine, soft and warm and electrifying. Lower, lower Douglas kissed.
“Douglas!”
Because Douglas was now kissing him there, and then he started doing something amazing with his tongue. Douglas’ mouth felt like a furnace after the ice, reducing Martin to a quivery mess. Martin went from half-hard to completely hard immediately, torn between rubbing himself off against the towel under him or to continue aching from the pressure and allowing Douglas to keep up the creative use of his tongue.
Martin reached back, first finding Douglas’ ear before tangling his fingers in his hair. “Douglas, please stop! Too close. In me. Need you.”
Douglas leaned back just far enough to speak, his breath heavy against Martin’s skin, “Is that an order, Captain?”
Martin gave a sharp tug to Douglas’ hair.
***
Douglas wasn’t one to ignore a direct order. Or at least not one of a sexual variety.
Martin pulled Douglas’ hair again, his eagerness and desperation showing in the strength of his grip.
“Okay.” Douglas’ whisper sounded more like a moan, but it got Martin to drop his hand. Douglas took the opportunity to flip Martin onto his back, then leaned down to kiss him as soon as he could.
Fingernails dug into his back and Martin whimpered into his mouth. “Please.”
Douglas broke the kiss and spit into his palm, quickly coating his dick. Martin had already been well prepped from Douglas’ tongue, which was a relief because the lube was somewhere in the luggage by the door.
Martin lifted his legs, hooking them across Douglas’ lower back.
With a confident slide, Douglas entered Martin. Cold. Douglas had forgotten about the cold. He felt himself wilting and tried to pull back, but Martin tightened his octopus-like grip and wouldn’t allow it.
Martin huffed a breathy laugh against Douglas’ cheek and fingered the hair at the nape of his neck. Then he found Douglas’ mouth with his own.
Douglas kissed back. Warmth trickled back into him.
Martin must have felt it too. His kisses turned frantic and he squirmed, urging Douglas to move.
Douglas’ first thrusts were shallow until Martin loosened his death-grip, allowing him to pull back and slam back in. The cheap bed creaked. The headboard thumped against the wall. Douglas tried to remember if Carolyn and Arthur’s room was on that side of the wall or the one opposite. Then he realised he didn’t care. He would come up with a suitable explanation in the morning.
So close. Douglas could tell that Martin was almost there as well by the desperate noises Martin made into his shoulder and the way Martin kept clenching around him. Douglas came first, reaching between them to sloppily jerk Martin off, pressing their lips together so he could swallow the cries as Martin came.
Martin pushed Douglas off him, barely any strength behind the move. “I really need a cold shower now,” Martin said, still trying to catch his breath.
“I’ll join you,” Douglas offered, propping himself up on one elbow and grinning down at his captain.
“Uugh.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Martin/Douglas
Word Count: 2363
Summary: The Cabin Pressure Crew finds themselves in Phoenix, Arizona and in Martin and Douglas' room, the air conditioning barely works. Martin just wants a shower. Douglas has other ideas!
Notes: Based off the Cabin Pressure Meme Prompt found here
Thanks: Big thanks to
daasgrrl for the beta and her insistence that the smut was good :)The air felt thick, humid, and suffocating. Even at a quarter past six in the evening. Blasted Phoenix!
“I think I’m melting,” Arthur complained, alternating between sipping his slushie and pressing it against his forehead.
They were gathered at a cluster of old picnic tables in the shade, nursing cold drinks from a nearby vendor. Carolyn had one table all to herself as she talked on her mobile, her voice dripping with a sweetness that was quite the opposite of her expression, as she tried to find a hotel that would take them. The hotel they had booked had ‘conveniently’ lost their reservations and was now full.
Douglas stirred the air with his hat. The relief was minor, the effort barely worth the reward, but Douglas took what he could get. He turned his attention to Martin.
Martin had finally removed his captain’s jacket ten minutes ago when Douglas pointed out that the widening stains under his arms weren’t very becoming. Martin reached for his drink, the small movement looking like a giant effort. He rattled it before popping the lid and reaching inside the cup to pluck out a half-melted ice cube.
Douglas felt the air temperature rise at least ten degrees as he watched Martin, eyes closed, suck on the ice cube before running it over his forehead, leaving a drippy trail of moisture across his brow. Then down his nose. Across his cheeks. Neck. Back to his mouth.
Martin opened one eye. “How can you think of sex in this weather?”
Douglas wondered how Martin had jumped to that very correct conclusion. He must have made some undignified noise. It wouldn’t be the first time Martin had been the cause of such sounds. Douglas quickly looked at Arthur and Carolyn, but Arthur’s eyes were glazed as they watched his mum, who was still talking on the phone. Neither had heard Martin’s comment. “I’m always thinking of sex.” Douglas pitched his voice low, waggling his eyebrows.
Martin made a disgusted sound before reaching for another ice cube. This time he just plopped it in his mouth, crunching it with sharp teeth.
Douglas continued to leer at him.
“Oh, for God’s sake.”
***
When Carolyn finally located a hotel that would take them, Martin wanted to sob with relief. After 20 minutes of walking, he was almost sobbing for real. Even walking in the shade of buildings felt like someone was holding a magnifying glass over them, trying to set them on fire. He longed to step into a nice cold shower and stay there until his skin stopped sizzling like a frying pan. Carolyn had only booked two rooms for them, but damned if he was going to let Douglas shower first. He might be willing to share, if the shower were big enough, but Douglas really did have a one track mind, and sex was farthest from Martin’s.
Check-in went surprisingly smooth considering their usual luck, and they all hurried towards their rooms. The air was a little cooler inside, although the air-conditioning was struggling to fight the heat from the setting sun that blasted the side of the building. Martin made a run for the shower.
Douglas, moving faster than he had since their quickie that morning, grabbed hold of Martin’s arm, causing the younger man to let out a squawk of protest.
“Really, Douglas. At least let me shower first!”
“I’m sure I can make you change your mind.”
“I very much doubt that.”
“Just give me ten minutes to prove it to you.”
Martin felt sweaty and disgusting and couldn’t understand why Douglas would want anything to do with him in his current state. “And then you’ll stop?” he asked doubtfully.
Douglas nodded.
“Even if we’re, uh, in the middle of something?”
“Scout’s honour.”
Martin eyed the two fingers Douglas held up, then glanced at the waiting bathroom.
“I promise,” Douglas added.
Knowing he would regret letting Douglas once again have his way, Martin finally nodded, taking Douglas at his word.
“Excellent. Now go lie down on the bed. I’ll be right back.” Douglas slipped out of the hotel room.
Instead of immediately doing what he was told, Martin went into the bathroom to wash his hands and splash a little cold water on his face. Going over to the bed, he checked the pillows and looked under the covers, always cautious of hotels since that one time...he shuddered with disgust. He assumed Douglas would eventually want him naked, so he peeled off his clothes and dropped them in a pile by the bed. The room felt stifling, the air conditioner barely stirring the air. Martin sighed and lay face down on the bedcover, feet and arms stretched towards the four corners.
The cover felt good against his skin. For about a minute, until his body warmed it. He scooted a little to the side, searching for a cooler spot. He heard Douglas return, but ignored him moving around the room. Then something dropped onto his back. The cold hit all his nerve endings at once, so strong at first that he felt like he was being burned. He twisted away and fell off the other end of the bed. He gave Douglas a disgusted glare over the edge of the mattress.
Douglas scooped the ice cube up from the bed, looking rather pleased with himself. He put a folded hotel towel down where Martin had been lying. “On your back, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“What if I do mind?” Martin noticed the large container near the bed, full of ice cubes.
Douglas shrugged and started taking off his clothes.
Suddenly, Martin felt like he could use an ice cube or two to cool down. Keeping a careful eye on Douglas, as well as on the ice, Martin got back on the bed.
Douglas put the ice cube that he had been holding into his mouth as he continued undressing, tossing his clothes next to Martin’s. Then he joined Martin on the bed, straddling him. He removed the ice cube from his mouth and leaned down to Martin.
Douglas’ tongue felt deliciously cool against his own, a maddening contrast to the heat pulsing from everywhere else. Then the cube was back, pressing against his side, and Martin had nowhere to squirm to get away, Douglas’ body caging him. He whimpered his frustration as Douglas moved the ice to his chest. “Douglas,” Martin gasped, freeing his mouth.
“Shhh.” Douglas moved to lick the trail of moisture, his velvety soft tongue, now warm, heating what had been cooled. Martin shivered. By now the ice had melted into a thin chip and Douglas picked it up, pressing it against Martin’s lips until they parted.
Martin sucked the ice into his mouth, feeling it melt against his tongue as Douglas reached for another. Instead of dreading the touch, this time he welcomed it.
Douglas pressed the ice to one of Martin’s nipples. “My ten minutes are almost up.” He replaced the ice with his thumb and then moved the ice to the other nipple.
“Nuughmmm.”
“Does that mean I should proceed? Or do you want me to stop?”
Martin had to blink several times in order to focus on Douglas. He noticed the redness on his partner’s cheeks, the parted lips, the rapid breaths. No, Douglas wasn’t going anywhere. Martin bucked his hips in answer.
Douglas left the ice cube on Martin’s chest, water trickling down to pool in his navel, as he fished a couple of smaller pieces of ice from the container and put them in his mouth. Then he held down Martin’s hips with his arm across them and used his other hand to guide Martin’s half-hard cock into his mouth.
The icy cold mouth took Martin’s breath away and he panicked, as if drowning and not quite able to reach the surface. Then the shock passed as Douglas’ mouth warmed and he sucked lightly on Martin's cock before pulling away. “Do that once more, and you are not going to be allowed near me ever again!”
Douglas didn’t seem to take the threat seriously, though he did give an apologetic kiss to the tip of Martin’s cock. Then he lapped at the water on Martin’s stomach, tongue pressing and sucking against his navel. “Roll over.”
***
After Martin turned over, albeit reluctantly, Douglas closed his eyes, steeling himself, his own cock painfully hard. He wanted to take Martin right then, but it would be a shame to stop when he had so much ice left, and what if he never got another chance? He fished another from the container, making sure to get a larger piece. He could feel the heat radiating off Martin's back and was surprised to not hear the ice sizzle at its first touch as he moved it from shoulder to shoulder.
Martin groaned at the chilly kiss of the ice, flexing and digging his toes against the covers. “Douglas,” he mumbled into his pillow.
Douglas moved the ice down Martin's spine, feeling him tremble. He paused at the base of Martin's arse, watching as a drop of water escaped the cube and disappeared down his crack.
Both men shivered.
Douglas didn’t realise he had stopped breathing until his lungs painfully protested. His breath was shaky as he parted Martin’s arse cheeks and brought the ice lower, cautiously touching the tight little pucker.
Martin yelled as if being tortured, the sound muffled by the pillow. His breathing sped up. But he didn’t try to twist away.
A slight bit of pressure had the clenched skin parting around the half-melted cube and Douglas watched, fascinated, his actions no longer feeling like his own.
Martin whimpered once, then again, and again as the ice pushed into him, his whole body trembling.
Douglas nearly knocked over the container as he fumbled for another cube, then sucked on it to round the edges before pressing it against Martin’s hole. The ice was about twice the size of the last one, but it didn’t seem to matter. Douglas leaned down close and slowly pushed it in.
***
Martin couldn’t believe it. He could feel the second ice cube moving around inside him, melting far too slowly compared to the first, the feeling breaking him out in a cold sweat, which he welcomed in the stifling room.
Then a third cube pressed at his entrance. Martin no longer felt the shock of cold as it breeched him. Douglas didn’t push it further, just held it there, stretching him open.
Martin could feel water from the ice tickling his perineum as it ran down to his balls. He thought he heard a groan from Douglas and suddenly he wanted to turn around to see his face. Needed to turn around. “Douglas,” he gasped, pitching his voice a little deeper in the way he knew Douglas liked. “Please.” He pushed back against the ice, feeling it sink in the rest of the way.
Before Martin could turn over, hands rested against his arse, stilling him. He was just about ready to start begging again, when he felt lips at the base of his spine, soft and warm and electrifying. Lower, lower Douglas kissed.
“Douglas!”
Because Douglas was now kissing him there, and then he started doing something amazing with his tongue. Douglas’ mouth felt like a furnace after the ice, reducing Martin to a quivery mess. Martin went from half-hard to completely hard immediately, torn between rubbing himself off against the towel under him or to continue aching from the pressure and allowing Douglas to keep up the creative use of his tongue.
Martin reached back, first finding Douglas’ ear before tangling his fingers in his hair. “Douglas, please stop! Too close. In me. Need you.”
Douglas leaned back just far enough to speak, his breath heavy against Martin’s skin, “Is that an order, Captain?”
Martin gave a sharp tug to Douglas’ hair.
***
Douglas wasn’t one to ignore a direct order. Or at least not one of a sexual variety.
Martin pulled Douglas’ hair again, his eagerness and desperation showing in the strength of his grip.
“Okay.” Douglas’ whisper sounded more like a moan, but it got Martin to drop his hand. Douglas took the opportunity to flip Martin onto his back, then leaned down to kiss him as soon as he could.
Fingernails dug into his back and Martin whimpered into his mouth. “Please.”
Douglas broke the kiss and spit into his palm, quickly coating his dick. Martin had already been well prepped from Douglas’ tongue, which was a relief because the lube was somewhere in the luggage by the door.
Martin lifted his legs, hooking them across Douglas’ lower back.
With a confident slide, Douglas entered Martin. Cold. Douglas had forgotten about the cold. He felt himself wilting and tried to pull back, but Martin tightened his octopus-like grip and wouldn’t allow it.
Martin huffed a breathy laugh against Douglas’ cheek and fingered the hair at the nape of his neck. Then he found Douglas’ mouth with his own.
Douglas kissed back. Warmth trickled back into him.
Martin must have felt it too. His kisses turned frantic and he squirmed, urging Douglas to move.
Douglas’ first thrusts were shallow until Martin loosened his death-grip, allowing him to pull back and slam back in. The cheap bed creaked. The headboard thumped against the wall. Douglas tried to remember if Carolyn and Arthur’s room was on that side of the wall or the one opposite. Then he realised he didn’t care. He would come up with a suitable explanation in the morning.
So close. Douglas could tell that Martin was almost there as well by the desperate noises Martin made into his shoulder and the way Martin kept clenching around him. Douglas came first, reaching between them to sloppily jerk Martin off, pressing their lips together so he could swallow the cries as Martin came.
Martin pushed Douglas off him, barely any strength behind the move. “I really need a cold shower now,” Martin said, still trying to catch his breath.
“I’ll join you,” Douglas offered, propping himself up on one elbow and grinning down at his captain.
“Uugh.”
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Date: 2012-06-21 06:38 pm (UTC)Glad you liked :)
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Date: 2012-06-22 02:19 am (UTC)I laughed at the line about feeling like someone was trying to set them on fire with a magnifying glass. It made sudden, surreal sense. So that's why the Cabin Pressure universe is like that! Because they're all the playthings of some giant master being who controls them like bugs! *grin*
My favorite thing was the shock that Douglas felt after he forgot that his penis was about to be cold. HA! Serves you right, Douglas! No one to blame but yourself! :-)
This was a treat to read after a very hot day.
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Date: 2012-06-26 03:18 am (UTC)Ice play has always been a secret kink of mine since I read a fic about 7-10 years ago, and I have always wanted to write my own :) The right fandom finally came around!
And Douglas sooo deserved that!
I got a bit of a shock when I went outside and it wasn't 100+ degrees. Got a little too into my writing lol.
Thanks again!