DRABBLE: Perfection ~ Vincent Lecavalier/Brad Richards ~ R ~
Title: Perfection
Author: Skye-chan
Date: 5/7/2007
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Pairing: Vincent Lecavalier/Brad Richards (Tampa Bay Lightning)
Genre: Gen-ish...I'm so horrible at genres.
Disclaimers: Sadly, this isn't true, nor are they mine. I don’t own them, though they could own me if they really wanted to. I just like to torture them, and then cuddle them afterwards.
Author‘s Note: Written for a friend. Oh dear God, don't let me KILL these two players... Woo, a true 100 word drabble! Aren’t you all proud? ¬¬;
*Timeline: Set when they're both about fifteen or sixteen, when they both attended Athol Murray College of Notre Dame, where they shared a dorm room.
*I used Babelfish for the translation of the little French I used. If it's not right, that's why.
Feedback: Is loved like a goal made by Nikky Zherdev. Or a game won by the Columbus Blue Jackets.
"Vinny...We shouldn't be doing this..." Brad gasped as Vinny's tongue trailed over his throat, his head tipping back to give the taller boy room, contradicting the words that had come from his mouth.
“Pourquoi pas?” Was the mumbled response against his neck.
“I don’t...Ah! Speak French, Vinny...” Fingers loosely found their way into thick hair, holding the other against his fluttering throat.
“Why not?” Long fingers plucked at Brad’s pants button, then easily slid the zipper down.
“Because...It’s not right...It’s...” Brad trailed off, his breath rushing out of his lungs as Vinny’s hand wrapped around his cock.
“Il est parfait.”
*~Fin~*
Translations:
Pourquoi pas?: Why not?
Il est parfait.: It is perfect.
Author: Skye-chan
Date: 5/7/2007
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Pairing: Vincent Lecavalier/Brad Richards (Tampa Bay Lightning)
Genre: Gen-ish...I'm so horrible at genres.
Disclaimers: Sadly, this isn't true, nor are they mine. I don’t own them, though they could own me if they really wanted to. I just like to torture them, and then cuddle them afterwards.
Author‘s Note: Written for a friend. Oh dear God, don't let me KILL these two players... Woo, a true 100 word drabble! Aren’t you all proud? ¬¬;
*Timeline: Set when they're both about fifteen or sixteen, when they both attended Athol Murray College of Notre Dame, where they shared a dorm room.
*I used Babelfish for the translation of the little French I used. If it's not right, that's why.
Feedback: Is loved like a goal made by Nikky Zherdev. Or a game won by the Columbus Blue Jackets.
"Vinny...We shouldn't be doing this..." Brad gasped as Vinny's tongue trailed over his throat, his head tipping back to give the taller boy room, contradicting the words that had come from his mouth.
“Pourquoi pas?” Was the mumbled response against his neck.
“I don’t...Ah! Speak French, Vinny...” Fingers loosely found their way into thick hair, holding the other against his fluttering throat.
“Why not?” Long fingers plucked at Brad’s pants button, then easily slid the zipper down.
“Because...It’s not right...It’s...” Brad trailed off, his breath rushing out of his lungs as Vinny’s hand wrapped around his cock.
“Il est parfait.”
*~Fin~*
Translations:
Pourquoi pas?: Why not?
Il est parfait.: It is perfect.