TITLE:     Crush
AUTHOR:    Claire (Charlton@cobweb.com.au)
RATING:    NC-17 (H)
PAIRING:   The choice is yours!!

Seriously!  It's basically up to you as to who these two are/could be.  I'd
love to know who you think they are so perhaps post your choice to the
list?.  There are no right or wrong responses with the exception of
Conway/Brownlow.....Never!  Not by my hands!  No, no,
no....................

Again, thanks goes to Kel, for checking this and for putting the idea of
Garfield-bashing well and truly in my head!!

I hope you like it...........


CRUSH
(a.k.a.  Claytons Garfield-bashing.  "The Garfield-bashing you have when
you're not bashing a Garfield")

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"He was looking at you again today.  All throughout refs.  Couldn't keep
his eyes off you."

"Who?"

"I reckon he fancies you.  Big time."

"Who on earth are you talking about?"

"The way his face lit up when you came over to the table.  I almost
expected to see him drool."

"Are you going to tell me who I am supposed to have this effect on?"

"George Garfield."

[pause]  "You've got to be joking.  I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Aw.  You don't like being the object of Garfield's affection?"

"What do you think?"

"You don't like the thought of him imagining what he could do to you,
wondering what you would taste like..........."

"Will you shut up?  The ginger tosser does nothing for me.  Besides, the
prospect of all-over carpet burn is hardly a turn on."

"Carpet burn?"

"Haven't you seen?  The man has more body hair than an orangutan.  Its
revolting."

"I think you're lying.  Deep down you would love it if he were to take you
in his mouth and.............."

"For God's sake will you shut it?  I'd rather be in a menage-a-trois with
Reg Hollis and..........Tosh Lines - overcoat and all - before I let
Garfield anywhere near me."

"Really?  Perhaps that could be arranged.  Your birthday's coming up isn't
it?"

"You're sick.  I said I would *rather*, I didn't say I *want* to.  I don't
want to talk about Garfield any more.  The man has about as much appeal as
a three-day-old curry.  Besides, I can think of a better use for your mouth
than painting verbal images of Garfield mauling me.  I hate to break this
to you but it hardly counts as foreplay."

"You mean to say you wouldn't be turned on if he pushed you into a corner
whilst simultaneously undoing your fly? Pulling down your jeans and boxers?
 Releasing your already half hard cock?  Exposing you in all your glory?"

[gasp]  "No I,"  [pause] "Wouldn't"

"Your body is telling a different story."

[moan]  "That's because of your hands not because of your filthy mouth.
You're a bastard you know?"

"Well if that's the way you feel about it.  I'll be going then shall I?"

[hiss]  "Tease."

"Say please and I'll continue."

[silence]  "Please."

"Okay, but only because you look so desperate.  Now where was I?  That's
right.  George Garfield has you in a corner.  He takes your - rapidly
deflating, may I add - cock in both hands and gently begins to squeeze.
Your body immediately begins to respond.  Voluntarily or not, your hips
buck forward into his hands.  He takes this opportunity to remove one hand
only to slide it around to the soft curve of your arse.  You're hardly even
aware of this move because fireworks are exploding in your mind.  You never
thought that Garfield would have such talented hands.  You are his.  Putty
in those talented hands."  [pause]  "What do you have to say about this
now?"

[moan]  [unintelligible]  "Please."  [pause]  "Go on."

"One hand, the one that stayed on your cock, is gradually beginning to
speed up the strokes.  The friction is almost becoming unbearable.  The
other is playing with your arse.  Slapping the smooth cheeks then gently
stroking the cleft."  [pause]  "You're getting close now so Garfield pauses
and looks up into your face.  He is rewarded by seeing you all flushed,
pupils dilated, mouth half open........."

[whimper]  "Please."

"If you insist.  Garfield is immensely pleased with the pleasure that he
has given you and decides not to prolong the inevitable any longer.  One
hand gives a few quick tugs as the other - you're so close now you can
begin to feel it - as the other suddenly inserts a finger into............"

[gasp]  "Oh My God."  [moan]

"Oh.  You get the picture then."

[pant]  [silence]

"See?  Garfield just made you come."

[sigh]  "I'm going to ignore that."

"You're nothing but a slut, aren't you."

"Fuck you."

"I thought you'd never offer........"

End