New Fic: Tonight
Title: Tonight
Pairing: Mike Mussina/Kyle Farnsworth (Yankees baseball)
Rating: hard R / borderline NC-17
A/N: I asked for prompts to use in a drabble, and nyychick23513 so kindly provided breathe, hipbone, trace, and burn. This is considerably longer than a drabble, by about 900 words. ;) Un-beta'ed, so any mistakes are purely my own. **Also, this is ( Read more... )
Pairing: Mike Mussina/Kyle Farnsworth (Yankees baseball)
Rating: hard R / borderline NC-17
A/N: I asked for prompts to use in a drabble, and nyychick23513 so kindly provided breathe, hipbone, trace, and burn. This is considerably longer than a drabble, by about 900 words. ;) Un-beta'ed, so any mistakes are purely my own. **Also, this is ( Read more... )
You can't see any raucous parties from your vantage point, but you know they're out there and you can't help but feel a little sick.
Me too.
This wasn't how this year was supposed to end and if you're honest with yourself, it doesn't feel real.
Amen.
And you certainly don't want to think about how it really might be for the last time because you'll be a free agent this winter if the team doesn't pick up your option or make you another offer.
*big sad face* I just can't go there :(
He looks as dazed *EFL* you feel his tongue snake out to trace the curve of your ear.
Mmm.
"Not tonight, Kyle. I don't think I'm in the mood."
Blaspheme!
His hands slide down to your waist, and begin working your fly open at the same time he's pushing you back so that you're half sitting on the window ledge. He drops to his knees
I love this image. Moose sitting with his pants around his ankles on the window sill and Kyle on his knees. GUH.
One hand on the flat plane of your hipbone, he wraps his lips around you and you breathe, sucking in air like you're a drowning man. You look down on him and nearly come undone at the sight of Kyle on his knees, your dick slipping past his lips as he works himself with his other hand.
If he didn't come undone by that, he's not human. It's paragraphs like this that are further proof that I shouldn't read slash at work. I might have made an audible noise and had to cover it with a fake cough. >.> <.< Oops.
When you come back to yourself, Kyle's on his feet again, pressed against you, panting against the side of your neck *EFL* you think maybe the window isn't the best place for it, backlit by the room lights for all the world to see.
I'd like to disagree, Moose. I think that's a perfect place for just that sort of thing.
Once again, you made me smile. You write these two beautifully. Hopefully they'll continue to play well together during the offseason. :)
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