“My Lewis” ~<3
Taking a break from smut and drawing stupid, quick fluff. I can’t stop drawing these two :>
This is dedicated to The Professor and Winnie.
I’m sorry it’s been so long girls.
Fluff. Yep. I need to go to bed.
More yogscast sketches…Simon and Lewis <3
I’ve had a really, really crap week…so all of my drawings are poop, sorry ;_;
HAHA I’m stealing everyone’s ideas today.
Drabbles off my little list. At least eight of them were already seen, but don’t hate me. :(
oh oh look its Limon oops. *rolls away*
Where’d this come from? ;) Still gettin used to drawin’ them, sorry if they’re not quite on ^_^;
And I decided to post this one separately… To quote a famous and fabulous bunch of mustachioed boys; all you need is love.
A/N I was going to sleep, but I couldn’t rest until this was finished. It’s done. I said to Professorswearsalot that the thought of Lewis in Simon’s hoodie was hot. Which it is. So she drew a picture. http://professorswearsalot.tumblr.com/post/23850827410/lewis-in-simons-hoodie-because-i-think-its-so
And I wrote this. Hope you like it.
“I really miss you, Simon, man!” Lewis sat on the sofa of their flat, and crossed his legs and held the phone to his ear eagerly.
“I miss you too Lewis! I wish you could have come with me, but you know what my family’s like.”
“I know, I don’t mind.” Lewis understood fully, his parents weren’t fond of Simon either. “I just wish you weren’t gone for so long.”
“I’m sorry, It’s only another 3 days, and I’ll be home, and away from my stupid family. It’s nice to see my niece and nephews though, they really want to meet you, so I said they should visit. My sister wasn’t very keen on the idea… but we’ll see….”
“I’m sure we can convince her.” Lewis closed his eyes and listened to his lover continue talking about his time at the family reunion, with Lewis adding occasional comments and laughing. After an hour of talking, Simon was going to go out for a meal with his family.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow Lewis,”
“I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you. Bye.”
Lewis put down the phone and sighed. He missed his boyfriend so much. Simon had been in Gloucestershire for a week now, and Lewis was sat at home all alone uploading pre-recorded videos. Though the boys were constantly texting, they still missed each other like mad. It was the 1st time they had gone away without each other since they had been together.
Lewis looked at his phone. It was about 7 o’clock. He decided that there was no point in staying up, and might as well just go to bed.
Lewis usually walked into his bedroom, and proceeded to undress. He sat deflated on the edge of the bed, and removed his trousers and pants. As he sat naked, he looked over to the hook on the back of the door on it was Simon’s bright blue hoodie. Lewis looked fondly at it. That hoodie had a lot of history behind it; they first time they met, the first time they kissed, the first time they… well, he wore it a lot. He walked over to the hoodie, and smelt it. It smelt just like Simon; Cigarettes, tea and Jaffa cakes. He smiled and pulled it over his head. He was surrounded by Simon’s scent and gently moaned as he grabbed the collar of the hoodie and inhaled.
Lewis walked over to his bed and leant back, gently fondled with his semi hard cock. He bit his lip as he imagined his lover’s hands over him. Lewis moaned slightly and started to stroke himself slowly, rubbing his thumb at the end and whimpering. “Siiimon~” He grunted and bucked into his hand. “Fuck!” Lewis placed his feet flat on the bed and lifted his crotch into the air. “Ohhh, god!! Simon.”
Lewis’ brain conjured the image of his bearded lover kissing his thighs. He opened his legs wider and trailed his free hand up his leg before sighing a ‘Fuck, Simon…’ and squeezing his cock. The imaginary Simon then started to take his balls in his mouth, and sucked and licked, to which he moved his hand down to them and started to knead them in his hands. He rubbed his thumb thickly over the red, wet head of his cock and shamelessly groaned.
Lewis’ head rolled back onto the pillow, his eyes closed and his cock exposed to the cool air and his arse on the cool bed sheets. “NNnnnngghh!! Fuck!” Lewis suddenly felt a pair of lips on his mouth and another hand on his cock. His eyes shot open and Lewis shouted.
“Lewis, calm down, it’s me!” Simon kissed Lewis again. Lewis returned the kiss and moaned as Simon curled his hands around Lewis. Lewis bit his lip. “Why are you-?” Simon covered Lewis’ mouth with his own. “I missed you. I was on the way home when you called. Wanted to surprise you.” He continued to kiss Lewis.
Lewis put his hand over Simon’s bigger one, encouraging him to carry on. Simon smiled cheekily and kissed his boyfriend. He withdrew his hand from Lewis. “Carry on.” Simon got up from the bed and went to the draw. “You look really hot in my hoodie. I think it’s the fact it’s just so massive on you, and it just engulfs you.” Lewis moaned and continued to stroke himself, eyes attentively on Simon. Simon looked around. He bit his lip at the sight before him, Lewis panting and moaning on the bed, his face red, as well as his cock, the oversized hoodie acting like a snuggie and his eyes fixated on Simon.
“Slow down Lewis, I don’t want you to jump the gun.” Simon waggled an eyebrow and turned back around, opened the draw, retrieving a bottle of thick lube, and grinning wickedly. He turned to face Lewis.
His position had changed, he was propped up against the headboard, his back arched and hand shaking slightly and his hand painfully slowly went up and down his own erection, his head held high, and his eyes closed and lips bitten. He pawed gently and the fabric of the hoodie at his chest and whimpered. “Woah.” Simon moved his hand to his covered erection, palming it slightly, before deciding to remove his shirt, trousers and finally his boxers. He strode to Lewis and sat cross legged between Lewis’ open limbs. Lewis weakly opened his eyes. Simon gently kissed Lewis, who returned the kiss. Simon pulled Lewis into his lap.
Simon flicked open the bottle, squeezed some onto his palm and rubbed his hands together, to gain some warmth to the liquid. He dripped the cold lube onto the hot head of Lewis’ cock, earning some disgruntled noises from Lewis. Simon gave a cheeky smile and rubbed his erection against Lewis’, and grasped them both in his hand. Simon thrust into his hand, and against his partners erection, making both the boys let out moans and throaty exclamations. “Fuck, Lewis, I have missed you.” Simon bent down to his love, whose mouth was parted lightly. “You look so hot.” He tightened his grip on their cocks, and sighed deeply.
Simon released their cocks, and pulled Lewis closer to him, reaching his hand around to Lewis’ tight hole. He slowly entered his middle finger into his companion. Despite the resistance Lewis’ body was giving to Simon, Lewis’ mind yearned for more. “Uhh, God, Simon, please… go deeper.” Lewis’ body was clenching around Simon’s finger the deeper he went.
“Try to relax, love.” Simon slowly pushed his finger deeper, and then slowly withdrew. He continued this, smiling at Lewis’ squeezing arms around him, and the desperate thrusts against Simon’s stomach. Lewis kissed Simon, wetly and sloppily, giving occasional moans and sighs of pleasure.
Simon soon added another finger, slowly spreading Lewis, and stroking inside of him, widening him further as his fingers bent slightly. Lewis whimpered and bit Simon’s lip. “You ready?”
Lewis nodded “Yeah.”
Simon gently withdrew his fingers from Lewis, who relaxed more, and gently kissed his lover. Simon flipped their positions, so that he was propped up against the many pillows, and Lewis was on top of him. Lewis knelt over Simon, his legs flat against the white sheets and grinded himself against Simon. Simon smiled and kissed Lewis, who then took hold of his erection. Lewis lined himself up and slowly pushed down, taking in half of Simon’s cock, before stopping to adjust. Simon loosely wrapped his arms around Lewis’ hips and whispered in his ear. “Can’t you take all of my big cock, Lewis?”
Lewis whimpered and slowly moved up and down on Simon, getting further each time. Simon whispered again. “You honestly can’t believe how much I am turned on by this view. You fucking yourself on me…” Simon smiled and bit his lip, then groaning as Lewis took all of Simon in at once. Lewis clenched hard around his lover, making him buck into the smaller man. “Ugh… Simon!”
Lewis wrapped his arms around Simon’s neck and used him to push himself up, then quickly push down. Simon whimpered as the soft warm flesh engulfed him again. “You deserve a medal for this. Fuck.” Simon moved his hands to Lewis’ hips, to help the man keep his rhythm. Simon pulled the man up and down on his cock and bit his stuffed his face into Lewis’ hoodie covered shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight! I’m sure you were never this tight before.” Lewis laughed a response.
“Maybe you’ve just grown.” Lewis tightened himself even more against the man as he pulled him up and down.
Lewis soon wrapped his palm around his unattended cock. He stroked it provocatively slowly in contrasts with the thrusts Simon was plunging into him. “Fuck!” Lewis bit his lip as he trailed his thumb against the forming pre-cum.
“Ughhhh…. Fuck, Lewis.” Lewis looked a picture; his head bowed low, lip bitten, bobbing up and down on Simon’s reddening cock and his own hands tending to his needy cock, as his glasses balanced crookedly on his nose. “I need a picture of you like this, man.” Lewis smiled gently, eyes still closed.
Lewis could tell Simon was about to cum, by the noises protruding from his mouth and the movements that he did, mainly the flipping Lewis down onto the bed and buggering him senseless. A prolonged ‘Fuuuuuuuuuck’ came from Simon as he ejaculated deep inside of Lewis, making Lewis buck. Simon quickly withdrew himself and replaced his cock with his fingers, and sliding down to Lewis’ cock and taking it in his mouth. Lewis gave a cry and gripped hard onto the bed sheets, before Simon took Lewis’ hands and put them on his head, signalling to used his lovers mouth as a fucktoy. The thought of this made Lewis whimper, and run his fingers through Simon’s short hair, and gripping it.
Lewis thrust into Simon numerously, and praised Simon on his good work. “Ahhh” Fuck, Simon, that’s it… keep going! Ngh!” Simon sucked around Lewis, and could feel the organ twitching. “FUCK! SIMON!” Lewis released his load in to Simon’s mouth, gripping hard on Simon’s head and forcing Simon into his crotch until Lewis pulled Simon up to him, and kissed him fiercely, tasting the salty liquid still on Simon’s tongue, now being dispersed between the boy’s mouths.
Lewis ran his fingers through his lovers beard as their mouths parted. “Thank you, Simon.” He kissed him again.
“Thank you, Lewis.” Simon smiled. “Fuck.” Simon collapsed, exhaustedly onto Lewis, who just held him, and stroked his hair.
“I’m glad you’re back early, Simon. This hoodie smells nice, but not as nice as you.” Lewis kissed Simon’s head.
“I’m glad I was back in time for that. God, I love you.”
“I love you too, Simon. Even if my arse does feel like it’s had a train rip through it.”
“I’ll kiss it better if you like?”
“In the morning. Tiered.” Lewis gripped onto his lover tighter, and closed his eyes, letting sleep wash over him.
So I wrote a fic a while back. It was shit. But I’ve rewritten it slightly. This is on the CaF forums, but I thought it needed to be here. Okay.
Erm…so, I had this idea one night and decided to write it. First draft was terrible, let Lewisneko fix it up. So here it is!!!
They first met IRL
in a small pub
on the outskirts
He saw his
talent for chat
Everything - he
said everything -
made him tear
up with laughter.
They decided to
And he started
to admire this
friend. He may
having a girl-
friend made it
He loved her,
But never as
much as him.
He buried these
under layers and
layers of serious.
Where he may
never feel them
So as she admired
the silvery ring he
offered her, he was
lost in thought.
Because he offered
it to her, and he saw
him standing there,
tears in his eyes
which he later claimed
to be of happiness.
(Because he knew
that this guilt would
never go away.)
always be his
though he wished
it was reality.