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Beauty & Stupid	By : chi1986 Category: G through L > Hitchhikers Guide Series Views: 3415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Beauty & Stupid
Author: Chichan
Pairing: Zaphod/Ford
Disclaimer: They belong to the late DNA, not to me.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Still need to make a few minor changes, but overall, this is finished. ^^;
Description: Zaphod was the one who decided to get drunk and then get horny. Zaphod was the one who initiated the sex. Zaphod was the one who said 'It's just fun'. Zaphod didn't really have any other motives. . . . did he? Second in a series.
-Verse: Any, I think. I'm leaning more toward movieverse (for some reason) though ^^;.

Chapter Two:
Tangled

"Sex is hardly ever just about sex."
~Shirley MacLaine

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Ford paced. He had grown quite accustomed to it today. As a matter of fact, pacing was very good. It got him up and moving about, it got rid of some of the nervous energy, and (probably the most important thing) it got his mind off of his encounter with Zaphod.

Ford stopped rather abruptly when the vaguest sensation of a thought forming about Zaphod in the very dark, very back of his mind made his stomach churn. Or maybe it was the hangover. He wasn't quite sure, but then it could have easily been both.

When he decided he wasn't going to be sick (again), Ford decided to sprawl out on his bed, having grown tired of pacing. He decided, instead, to promptly bury his face in his towel, hoping it would bring any amount of comfort. His mind was still giving him quite a scolding for his lack of judgment. Having sex with one's semi-cousin was not all right at all.

But the downside to the scolding and the comfort sought through the towel was that he was so lost in thought, Ford didn't hear the near orgasmic sigh of the door as it opened, nor did he hear the footsteps walking toward the bed, but he became vaguely aware of the dip the bed took as more weight was placed upon it. He also definitely felt the warm hand placed on his suddenly ill-feeling stomach and that was enough to make Ford pull his towel sharply away from his face to stare dumbly at the intruder.

Ford had hoped it would have been anyone other than the one it was, who had infuriating grins on his faces. He would have taken Marvin even.

"You don't look so good, man," Zaphod said, his grin morphing into an arrogant smirk as if he felt it was the greatest compliment in the galaxy that Ford didn't feel very well (which was a bit disconcerting in itself).

Ford's hangover hazed mind didn't know how to respond at that time as it was planning its escape from his head (Which consisted of throbbing so badly it felt like it was trying to beat out of his skull), so he decided to groan and clamp his eyes shut.

That was going well for him until he felt warm breath a bit too close to his face. Then it started to go very badly. As a matter of fact, it went so badly for Ford that groaning and clenching his eyes shut even tighter didn't seem to help much at all. So Ford begrudgingly opened them and looked at the source of the breath.

That didn't seem to work very well either and was marked off as not a very bright move. Zaphod's hair had fallen around his face in the very nice, disheveled way it always did, making one think it was very planned, his eyes held that same lusty look they had the night before that seemed to make Ford's heart pound in his chest, and it was only made worse by one of his semi-cousin's three hands still on his stomach.

"You know what helps?"

Before Ford could answer or even had time to think, Zaphod had pulled him closer and was busy exploring his chest and attempting to unbutton his shirt. One set of lips were placed on his and the only thing Ford could manage was to groan and weakly try to pull away.

Zaphod nudged Ford's mouth open and quite suddenly, the throbbing in his head taking a back seat to the mess of thoughts that assaulted him. He tried to steer clear of the ones that brought forth tempting mental images and list ways to get out of this situation.

But again, there was no help to be found when one wanted to get out of a sexual encounter with Zaphod Beeblebrox. Ford finally managed to squirm enough that Zaphod had to break the kiss though.

"We can't do that again, Zaphod."

One set of Zaphod's eyes looked up questioningly while the other was too busy watching one of his hands as it moved along Ford's shirt, unbuttoning buttons expertly.

"Why not?"

Zaphod didn't wait for an answer. It seemed to be becoming quite an annoying habit with him really. Instead, he began to nip at Ford's neck as he scooped Ford into his arms again and worked (quite expertly again) at unbuttoning his trousers. Ford panted, struggled faintly, felt his body protest, and reluctantly gave up. It did feel good actually. He finally relaxed his body into the one so infuriatingly close to his.

But that was before his mind played an awful scene of Arthur busting in on them. Ford's body tensed almost instantly. His hands came up and tried to push Zaphod off, which really didn't do much good when he was determined and had him outnumbered by an extra arm.

Only one of Zaphod's heads looked up, the other was too busy tasting the skin of his neck. "What's wrong, baby? It'll make you feel better."

"Arthur...."

This time Zaphod quickly glanced to the door, saw no one was there and turned back to give Ford a very odd look. "Monkey Man isn't there."

"No, but he could come in."

Zaphod grinned lopsidedly before setting back to work, ignoring Ford's protests. "That just means we better make this quick!"

Ford panted arching away from the mouth trailing burning kisses and bites down his neck and chest, tried resisting the persistent hand in his trousers, tried to ignore the fact that this wasn't so bad, but his body's resolve was stronger than his.

"Zaphod!" Ford gasped his fingers curling in his semi-cousin's hair as he began to quickly stroke his cock.

"That's it, man. Show a little enthusiasm," Purred Zaphod into Ford's ear before catching the lope between his teeth.
Ford arched into the persistent hand, his own clinging to his semi-cousin's body as attention was lavished upon him. He nearly whimpered when Zaphod pulled away, leaving him cold and breathless, but it was shortlived as Zaphod's mouth was quickly on him again.

Tasting him again. Ford moaned, arching off the bed again, trying to fit as much of himself in Zaphod as he could. One of Zaphod's tongues swirled hungrily around him as the other nipped at tender skin of thigh, coaxing Ford to lose control again. And that's really what he did want. He wanted this over with so he could go back to thinking about how wrong it was and finding that he was not as disgusted as he should be.

And Ford did lose control when he looked down at the two blond heads between his legs. He began to thrust wildly, his eyes rolling back as his breath escaped in short gasps, his semi-cousin's name seemed to roll off his tongue with each breath of it's own accord. Ford noted absently somewhere in the back part of his mind, that saying that name in this sort of situation was quite arousing in some sort of forbidden way.

"Oh, Zarquon!"

Ford came as that mouth took all of him. Zaphod lapped hungrily, not wanting to miss one drop of what the writhing body beneath him was giving.

Ford fell back against the bed, eyes half shut as Zaphod moved to rest comfortably between his legs. Ford wondered anxiously if Zaphod wanted release to. He could feel his semi-cousin's cock against him and wondered how he would want to come this time.

To his shock, Zaphod didn't make a request of him at all. Instead, he just shrugged and said quite simply, "I better go now, baby. Trillian's probably looking for me. Oh, you better get dressed. . . Your pet monkey's been threatening to kill the Nutrimatic all morning."

Ford tried to ignore the sudden coldness left as Zaphod stood. He tried to ignore the way a part of him ached for him to stay. It was rather hard considering that his semi-cousin was still standing in front of him, adjusting his clothes, but not even attempting to hide the still noticeable bulge in his pants.

Ford's mouth moved much of it's own accord as the next words were spoken. "So, you don't want me to...?

One of Zaphod's heads grinned while the other look in the general direction of the door.

"Nah, don't worry about it, man. I can take care of this on my own. . . Besides, you said you didn't want your pet monkey to find out about this."

Zaphod was already turning and the door had already sighed open before he stopped, turned around and gave Ford what he considered a very obscene grin.

"But if you want to, come by my room tonight and we'll have some more fun."
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