New Fic: Tonight

[alwaystherefic]

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

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[deviliknow]

I'm not working, so I'm free to curl up on my futon on a rainy afternoon and POSITIVELY GUSH~! over this!

I don't know why, but there's something sexy even about the thought of Mike Mussina standing in front of a dark hotel room window with a glass of his drink of choice in hand. I just love that image.

And, of course, Kyle coming up behind him. But that goes without saying ;)

A puff of air ghosts across your skin. "Just... Let me."

*gibber* Yes, sir! ...Oh, you meant Moose. *lol!* Right. That's the hottest line in the history of hot lines. It's so hot that, as I wrote this, I typed "hystery" instead of "history." ;p So much for those English classes in college.

It's one he doesn't pass up. His teeth nip once, twice at the base of your throat and your once disinterested body is starting to wake up and take notice while he turns you in his arms so your back is to the window. 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 and you grip the window ledge with both hands and think for brief second that you're glad you emptied that glass because you've just knocked it on the floor.

Hello! Kyle on his knees, in general? Enough to cause lustful convulsions and uncontrollable drool-fits. Kyle on his knees in front of Mike? Guh. That needs a "Beware of Spontaneous Combustion" label.

That was a lovely mix of contemplation, character angst, interaction between the two guys ("Oh. Good call." *g*), and - of course - delectable Kyle/Mike action. Just wonderful. Thanks for sharing! :)