Innocence Abounds
I can't imagine anyone actually bothering to read these but anyhow...
Title: Strange Fetish (individual titles under cute)
Pairing: Ian/Paul (yes, a different order - me, a radical, I am)
Word Count: C
Points to Paul for being so sweet with the kids in both his travel docos. So cute. And, and I don't reckon much of this has to do with fetishes but what the hell.
A Strange Fetish - Ties
“Oh come on.” Ian put a hand on Paul’s chest. “For me.”
Paul rolled his eyes and took the striped tie off the back of the chair. “For god’s sake. It makes me feel a total tosser.”
“It looks smart.”
“So do glasses on you. Doesn’t mean you like wearing them.”
Ian took the tie off Paul and wrapped it around his neck, tying it gently. He left a hand on Paul’s neck and ran his fingers over the soft skin there. “When I remove it tonight you’ll agree that it’s worth it.”
“Tease.”
“Tosser.”
“Only when you’re not here.”
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A Strange Fetish - Badly Played Guitar
Ian sat at Paul’s feet. Turning to face him, he put a hand gently on his thigh and squeezed. “Please play for me.”
“I’m an absolute idiot when it comes to playing guitar. You know that.”
Ian nodded. “I like it that way.”
“You sad man.”
Paul picked up the guitar from next to him and plucked a few random strings, feeling the instrument’s weight. Ian closed his eyes and Paul started strumming, hitting a few bum notes but still making music. Their song. On and on. Ian could hear the strains of Paul’s voice softly singing.
Singing for him.
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A Strange Fetish - Victory
Ian smiled smugly at Paul. He’d won the series. A victory. Paul seemed a bit off kilter and Ian raised an eyebrow. Are you okay? A nod.
Paul sat there, shocked. He’d promised himself that if Ian won he’d go and… Well, quite.
There was a knock on the dressing room door. Paul stuck his head shyly in and Ian motioned for him to enter. Suddenly Paul was right in front of him, staring at him. At his mouth. A whisper in his ear. “I love it when you win…” A hand on his chest and Paul’s lips on his.