Bite
Been working thorugh some writing prompt tables to spurr the ol' creative juices on. The prompt I got for this one was "bite"
Title: Bite
Author: Drink_on_Me
Rating: T+
Pairing: Phil Rudd/Cliff Williams
Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual content, very brief mention of sexual content
Disclaimer: This work is purely fictional and is not meant to discredit, disrespect, or defame anyone in any way shape or form. The events described in this story are purely fictional and in no way did they actually happen. I am not associated with the people mentioned in this story, nor do I claim to be and I am making no money off of this story.
Phil let out a sharp hiss, cringing as he prodded the mark on his right shoulder. Damn, it'd looked pretty bad last night, but now it looked even worse. The center was a deep, dark purple color, fading to an ugly blue-green further from the center with the edges turning a sickly yellow where the deep, visible teeth marks were.
"Y'know, y'didn't have to bite me that hard." he teased, going back to shaving as he heard shuffling and a light chuckle come from behind him.
"Hey, you were the one who told me to."
"I said 'keep quiet' not 'bite a fuckin' chunk outta my shoulder'!"
Cliff's reflection suddenly appeared in the mirror, doing up the fly to his jeans with a smug grin on his face.
"Well I did warn you I was a biter... 'sides, yer acting like I've never given you a hickey before."
"Man, do you even see this right now?" Phil turned around, gesturing to the mark, pressing down on it gently with a slight wince. "I still have indents where yer fuckin' teeth were. It fuckin hurts!"
"Well then stop pokin' at it ya moron." the bassist said with a chuckle, pulling his shirt on over his head.
Phil rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the mirror as he rinsed what was left of the shaving cream off of his face. As he dried his face with a washcloth, he couldn't help but notice the sudden look of concern from Cliff in the mirror.
"Somethin' wrong?" he asked, a nervous grin spreading across his face as Cliff came closer, eyes locked worriedly on the mark on Phil's shoulder.
"Oi... that does look pretty bad..."
"Yeah, an' it hurts worse than it looks ya horse's arse." Phil joked, trying to lighten the mood but the worried look remained on the bassist's face.
"I'm kiddin' mate, s'just a bad hickey, I've had way worse."
"Still..."
Phil rolled his eyes slightly, turning his attention back to getting ready to leave the hotel room and catch the tour bus to the next city. He jolted when a pair of arms were suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him backwards. It took him a second to realize he'd just been pulled into a hug from behind.
"Fuck-! Geeze, warn a guy first, will ya?" laughed out, cocking a look over his shoulder to see the bassist still staring at the mark, frowning at it.
"Sorry 'bout this." he muttered, and Phil couldn't help but shudder as a soft kiss was placed to the bite mark.
"I already said it was alright Cliff. Christ, ya worry like a mother hen sometimes, y'know thaaaAAA- HEY! C'mon, hands above the waist mate, we got a bus t'catch!" He exclaimed as a hand suddenly found its way below the waistband of his jeans, and as much as he would've loved to let this continue...
"Y'know how pissy the brothers get if people're late fer the bus, can't this wait 'till later?"
"So let 'em get pissy..." the bassist replied, and Phil could see the wolfish grin on his reflection in the mirror as he cocked his head slightly, placing a soft nip to the edge of his jaw. "I'm busy apologizin' fer hurting a friend."
"I told you, I've had worse mate..." he stated breathlessly, leaning against the bathroom counter for support as the hand that was down his pants shamelessly groped him. He bit his lip, letting out a grunt as Cliff pressed up closer to his back with a smug chuckle.
"Mate, they w-will leave us here if... fuck, if we don't s-show up..."
"Ooh, I'm shakin' in my boots." Cliff teased, refusing to let up as a groan fell past Phil's lips. Dammit, he knew they had to be on time for the bus, but the more Cliff's hand worked along the length of his shaft, the less he cared about it. Goddamn bassists and their talented hands...
"OI! You two ready to go?"
They both jolted, snapping out of the moment when a sharp knocking came from the door, Bon's voice filtering in from the other side. They both tore away from each other, panic seizing them both for a moment as the fear of being caught gnawed at them. Nothing like a good scare to kill a mood...
"Yeah Bon, we'll be ready in a minute!" Phil called back as he threw on a shirt. From across the room, Cliff was frantically stuffing clothes into his bag, making sure he had everything before he zipped it shut.
"Well hurry it up will ya? Y'don't wanna get left behind!"
They remained in silence for a moment, waiting until they were sure Bon had wandered out of earshot before either of them spoke up.
"Jesus, that was close..." Cliff laughed out nervously.
"Well if someone had kept his hands above me damn waist like I told 'em to..." Phil teased, poking Cliff in the side playfully as they picked up their bags and made their way out the room door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll listen next time..." he remarked, gently shoving Phil in a similarly playful manner. "Though, I meant what I said 'bout making it up to ya fer biting you so bad..."
The drummer looked over at him, a brow raised in curiosity.
"And just how do ya plan on doin' that, exactly?"
Cliff just shrugged, flashing him a wolfish grin as they came to the tour bus.
"Well, yer just gonna have to wait 'till we get to the hotel and see, now ain't ya?"
Title: Bite
Author: Drink_on_Me
Rating: T+
Pairing: Phil Rudd/Cliff Williams
Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual content, very brief mention of sexual content
Disclaimer: This work is purely fictional and is not meant to discredit, disrespect, or defame anyone in any way shape or form. The events described in this story are purely fictional and in no way did they actually happen. I am not associated with the people mentioned in this story, nor do I claim to be and I am making no money off of this story.
Phil let out a sharp hiss, cringing as he prodded the mark on his right shoulder. Damn, it'd looked pretty bad last night, but now it looked even worse. The center was a deep, dark purple color, fading to an ugly blue-green further from the center with the edges turning a sickly yellow where the deep, visible teeth marks were.
"Y'know, y'didn't have to bite me that hard." he teased, going back to shaving as he heard shuffling and a light chuckle come from behind him.
"Hey, you were the one who told me to."
"I said 'keep quiet' not 'bite a fuckin' chunk outta my shoulder'!"
Cliff's reflection suddenly appeared in the mirror, doing up the fly to his jeans with a smug grin on his face.
"Well I did warn you I was a biter... 'sides, yer acting like I've never given you a hickey before."
"Man, do you even see this right now?" Phil turned around, gesturing to the mark, pressing down on it gently with a slight wince. "I still have indents where yer fuckin' teeth were. It fuckin hurts!"
"Well then stop pokin' at it ya moron." the bassist said with a chuckle, pulling his shirt on over his head.
Phil rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the mirror as he rinsed what was left of the shaving cream off of his face. As he dried his face with a washcloth, he couldn't help but notice the sudden look of concern from Cliff in the mirror.
"Somethin' wrong?" he asked, a nervous grin spreading across his face as Cliff came closer, eyes locked worriedly on the mark on Phil's shoulder.
"Oi... that does look pretty bad..."
"Yeah, an' it hurts worse than it looks ya horse's arse." Phil joked, trying to lighten the mood but the worried look remained on the bassist's face.
"I'm kiddin' mate, s'just a bad hickey, I've had way worse."
"Still..."
Phil rolled his eyes slightly, turning his attention back to getting ready to leave the hotel room and catch the tour bus to the next city. He jolted when a pair of arms were suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him backwards. It took him a second to realize he'd just been pulled into a hug from behind.
"Fuck-! Geeze, warn a guy first, will ya?" laughed out, cocking a look over his shoulder to see the bassist still staring at the mark, frowning at it.
"Sorry 'bout this." he muttered, and Phil couldn't help but shudder as a soft kiss was placed to the bite mark.
"I already said it was alright Cliff. Christ, ya worry like a mother hen sometimes, y'know thaaaAAA- HEY! C'mon, hands above the waist mate, we got a bus t'catch!" He exclaimed as a hand suddenly found its way below the waistband of his jeans, and as much as he would've loved to let this continue...
"Y'know how pissy the brothers get if people're late fer the bus, can't this wait 'till later?"
"So let 'em get pissy..." the bassist replied, and Phil could see the wolfish grin on his reflection in the mirror as he cocked his head slightly, placing a soft nip to the edge of his jaw. "I'm busy apologizin' fer hurting a friend."
"I told you, I've had worse mate..." he stated breathlessly, leaning against the bathroom counter for support as the hand that was down his pants shamelessly groped him. He bit his lip, letting out a grunt as Cliff pressed up closer to his back with a smug chuckle.
"Mate, they w-will leave us here if... fuck, if we don't s-show up..."
"Ooh, I'm shakin' in my boots." Cliff teased, refusing to let up as a groan fell past Phil's lips. Dammit, he knew they had to be on time for the bus, but the more Cliff's hand worked along the length of his shaft, the less he cared about it. Goddamn bassists and their talented hands...
"OI! You two ready to go?"
They both jolted, snapping out of the moment when a sharp knocking came from the door, Bon's voice filtering in from the other side. They both tore away from each other, panic seizing them both for a moment as the fear of being caught gnawed at them. Nothing like a good scare to kill a mood...
"Yeah Bon, we'll be ready in a minute!" Phil called back as he threw on a shirt. From across the room, Cliff was frantically stuffing clothes into his bag, making sure he had everything before he zipped it shut.
"Well hurry it up will ya? Y'don't wanna get left behind!"
They remained in silence for a moment, waiting until they were sure Bon had wandered out of earshot before either of them spoke up.
"Jesus, that was close..." Cliff laughed out nervously.
"Well if someone had kept his hands above me damn waist like I told 'em to..." Phil teased, poking Cliff in the side playfully as they picked up their bags and made their way out the room door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll listen next time..." he remarked, gently shoving Phil in a similarly playful manner. "Though, I meant what I said 'bout making it up to ya fer biting you so bad..."
The drummer looked over at him, a brow raised in curiosity.
"And just how do ya plan on doin' that, exactly?"
Cliff just shrugged, flashing him a wolfish grin as they came to the tour bus.
"Well, yer just gonna have to wait 'till we get to the hotel and see, now ain't ya?"