To The Very Last Drop
My friend June was having a bad day so I wrote this crack!fic for her, I hope you like it.
Title: To The Very Last Drop.
Pairing: Dewlian (Julian/Mountain Dew)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, Julian Larson belongs to the lovely and talented CP Coulter and Mountain Dew is a registered mark. RATED M FOR EXPLICIT CONTENT.
To anyone else, this looked like a normal day in Julian Larson’s life. He woke up, had breakfast, showered, got dressed and hit the gym for a couple of hours so he could follow the routine designed by his personal trainer. What they didn’t know was that the actor had a secret and all his steps that day were drawing him to it, each of them carefully planned with anticipation, like not eating anything sweet with his breakfast, working a thirst with his exercise and not staying after the routine had ended.
The brown haired boy rushed to his home, thinking about what was waiting for him when he arrived, licking his lips with excitement, feeling the sweat drops running down his neck… He couldn’t wait to be there and drove as fast as he could.
Julian opened and slammed the door in a matter of seconds, jacket, sport bag and keys flying everywhere in his haste to reach the kitchen. He slowed his steps and lifted his arm to caress the fridge door, the bulge in his pants growing by the second, his fingers going up and down the handle before yanking it open and finding what was in his mind since he woke up that morning. There it was in all its glory, a lonely can of Mountain Dew sitting in the empty shelf, staring seductively at the Hollywood star.
The boy stripped down before grabbing it with trembling hands, his cock completely hard by now, feeling the moisture and the cold, little drops sliding down from his fingers to his wrist and falling to the floor. He decided to play with it a little before opening it, denying himself the pleasure a little longer, and started to press it against his body softly at first, then more urgently. The icy touch made his nipples harden and sent a jolt of pleasure to his penis, begging for attention now, his whole skin covered in goosebumps.
Julian rolled the can up and down his flat stomach, between his thighs, his back, his legs, his neck… until he couldn’t stand it anymore and opened the Dew in a swift movement, the familiar fizzy sound like music to his ears. Drawing his head back and closing his eyes, he lifted the beverage to his lips with his left hand while the other traveled to his erection, stroking it and pumping it harder and harder with each gulp, feeling the climax building up and the escaped liquid traveling downwards. Just when the last drop entered his mouth, he reached the orgasm he had been awaiting for so long and exploded on the kitchen floor, moaning the name of his lover.
The satiated boy sat on the floor, craddling the now empty can on his arms, a little sad everything was over. The sadness didn’t last long, though, as he let out a sigh, smirked and looked to the corner of the room, where other 10 packs of his favourite drink were waiting for him.