#lukeric

Sometimes A Fantasy Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 3k words, Explicit

He did feel bad for the poor kid. He remembered jerking off for a week after he saw The Velvet Vampire in theaters. Assad was worse off now, though, because while there hadn’t been a chance in hell he’d ever get to fuck Celeste Yarnall, Assad had very much been able to fuck one Eric Bogosian, and now he had to do without.

Bigmouth Strikes Again Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 4.3k words, Explicit

If there was a real problem, he and Jo would have talked it out already like the adults they were. No, this was her solution to draw him out of his own head, a little pain to throw off the comfort he’d gotten so accustomed to lately. God, he loved her. Loved Assad for indulging them.

A Cog Dog Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 4.7k words, Explicit

It was everywhere in Eric’s writing, his monologues, tumbling from his mouth seemingly beyond his control in polite company. If Assad got him riled up enough in bed, it came out then, too.

Eric Bogosian was a dog.

Treat Me Like The Dog I Am Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 3.8k words, Explicit

They came up with a game the night after Assad gifted Eric his collar. The rules were simple: Eric just had to be good. If he was good, he got a treat. If he wasn’t, Assad would punish him.

[Sequel to A Cog Dog]

Try My Love (See How Well It Fits) Eric Bogosian/Luke Brandon Field/Assad Zaman, 4.2k words, Explicit

“You’ll listen to me, and you’ll get to fuck Assad. You’ll be so good, won’t you, sweetheart?” Eric asked, his lips twisted into that sardonic grin of his as they pressed against the shell of Luke’s ear. It was red hot, the flush on his face extending from the tips of his ears down to the neckline of his shirt. Sweetheart. The endearment never felt so cold, yet so all-encompassingly warm.

Performance Anxiety Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1k words, Explicit

He didn’t even like going to the urinals if someone else was in the bathroom with him, and now, with Eric pressed up against the length of him, hard against his ass and waiting? It was impossible.

Du trägst ‘n Gott zwischen deinen Schenkeln Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1.3k words, Explicit

Assad was staring. He knew he was staring. It wasn’t polite to stare at people in general, but it was particularly rude when they had their genitals out.

XXL Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 2.8k words, Explicit

He'd had never seen the boy’s face so red, had never seen him so panicked. “Eric, I am so sorry. If I’d know, I. I would have. I’d never invade Jo’s privacy like that. You have to know, I’d—”

“Oh, those aren’t hers,” Eric interjected, cutting off Assad’s panicked ramblings before he could spiral any further. “Well. She uses them, sure, but not on herself.”

A Sight Worth Seeing, A Vision Of You Eric Bogosian/Luke Brandon Field, 965 words, Mature

“Debbie Harry, huh?” Eric asks with a grin, wolfish and playful. Luke squirms in his lap. Aroused. Embarrassed. It’s not like he’s had a massive crush on her since he was 13.

“Yeah. Big Blondie fan, you know.” He laughs, desperate.

Lazy Sunday Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1.7k words, Explicit

Assad knew how much Eric loved his thighs.They were strong but soft, something to hold on to. And Eric had last night. He easily folded him in half with his knees to his chest, holding him in place with a strong grip on his thighs. Assad could feel bruises forming already.

Safe In Your Skin Luke Brandon Field/Assad Zaman, 2.6k words, Explicit

Assad had been truly terrifying, even when there had been no real danger. Luke’s injuries were fake, the twin gaping wounds in his neck no more than makeup, yet the fear had been real. The way his body trembled had been real. Assad’s hand, surprisingly gentle, rubbing his cheek as Armand talked Daniel into accepting death, had been real. The way Assad’s knee pressed into his crotch—intentional or not—had been real, and the mixed signals had his brain spinning.

Dr. Feelgood Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 3k words, Explicit

Eric had always loved the look of rubber, the feel of it against his skin. It was something he hadn’t felt in decades, since his life had settled down into something bordering on mundane, but the sensation was impossible to forget. At times he found it difficult to focus on set, Assad looking irresistible in his low-cut shirts and his tight black gloves, but it worked out in the end. Daniel was supposed to be fascinated by this mysterious young man, after all.

Assad had jerked him off one night after filming, gloves still on, and he’d been fantasizing about it ever since.

Step a Little Closer Jacob Anderson/Eric Bogosian, 1.7k words, Explicit

“There’s no way you could do it wrong,” Eric had assured him. And sure, maybe if Jacob had ran into the room and launched himself foot-first at Eric’s junk they would have had a problem, but that hadn’t been the case.

Jacob could have easily convinced Eric he’d stepped on hundreds of dicks in his time, with the ease at which he took to it.

Show Me The Ropes Luke Brandon Field/Assad Zaman, 9.4k words, Explicit

“You could practice on me.”

The words were leaving Luke’s mouth before his brain had time to stop them, and it was too late to take it back by the time they registered.

“I could?” Assad asked, perking up.

Luke could back out now. He could laugh it off, a joke between friends gone too far, and Assad would drop the matter. The more he thought about it, though, the more his head spun.

Assad’s capable hands on him, guiding him into place. The sharp sting of rope rubbing against his tender skin, distracting from the dull throb of his sore muscles. Assad’s gentle voice talking him through it all, praising him. So good for me, Luke. Staying so still.

The Royal Treatment Jacob Anderson/Assad Zaman, 5k words, Explicit

What had been the plan, really?

Buy the lingerie, put it on—and then what? Text his wife on the other side of the world? Have a sad wank alone in his apartment? He wasn’t Cinderella. The clothes weren’t magic. There would be no transformation into this perfect, idealized thing. He was still just Jacob—playing at something he wasn’t just to hide from his real problems, like always.

To Everything There Is A Season Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1.2k words, Teen