Fudgesicle (Body of Lies fic)
Title: Fudgesicle
Genre: fluff/UST
Rating: T
Warnings: UST, teh gays
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: There are certain things about life in Jordan that Roger Ferris is coming to appreciate.
Note: Dude. unsettledink . IDEK how, but since I thought of this while commenting on your fic, I'm gonna pull a you and say: YOU. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. THIS IS (somehow?) YOUR FAULT. :D
Fudgesicle
There were many things Roger loved about life in Jordan. He loved the culture, the market, the food. But there were some things he was still learning to appreciate. One of these things was the heat.
Roger stared, mouth dry, as Hani's tongue moved slowly over the chocolate. He shivered when Hani slowly slid the end of the treat into his mouth. And when Hani hollowed his cheeks and sucked, Roger had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
Roger shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Hani, with a great deal of elegant lip-licking, finished and delicately dropped the stick into the trash can. “That was excellent, my dear. What did you say it was called?”
Roger swallowed loudly as Hani stared into his eyes. “A fudgesicle, Hani Pasha.”
Hani smiled, looked Roger up and down once, twice. “Delicious.
Genre: fluff/UST
Rating: T
Warnings: UST, teh gays
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: There are certain things about life in Jordan that Roger Ferris is coming to appreciate.
Note: Dude. unsettledink . IDEK how, but since I thought of this while commenting on your fic, I'm gonna pull a you and say: YOU. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. THIS IS (somehow?) YOUR FAULT. :D
Fudgesicle
There were many things Roger loved about life in Jordan. He loved the culture, the market, the food. But there were some things he was still learning to appreciate. One of these things was the heat.
Roger stared, mouth dry, as Hani's tongue moved slowly over the chocolate. He shivered when Hani slowly slid the end of the treat into his mouth. And when Hani hollowed his cheeks and sucked, Roger had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
Roger shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Hani, with a great deal of elegant lip-licking, finished and delicately dropped the stick into the trash can. “That was excellent, my dear. What did you say it was called?”
Roger swallowed loudly as Hani stared into his eyes. “A fudgesicle, Hani Pasha.”
Hani smiled, looked Roger up and down once, twice. “Delicious.