Title: Dancing the Underground
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias
apodiopsys Pairing: Alex Roy/Toby McAllister
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “And I have on good authority that the only reason Edward and Jacob are so snarky with each other is because they want in each others pants.”
Disclaimer: do not own the characters don't steal the plot etc title and cut belong to Sparks the Rescue
A/N: uh I've had this idea for a couple of days and Gabe ships Aroy/Toby really hard so
tumblr is here, br0.cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
Toby walks into the bedroom and sees Alex standing shirtless in front of a mirror. He’s not even doing anything, he’s just... standing there. “What,” he starts, moving forward and hooking his chin over his shoulder, hands resting on his hips. “Are you even doing?”
Alex turns his head just a little, lips grazing his cheek before he turns his head back to face the mirror. “I am not werewolfish,” he says, wrinkling his nose. Toby snorts, pulling away from him so he can sit down at the end of the bed.
“Are you still hung up on what your niece said?” he asks, unlacing and kicking his converse to the floor. Alex crosses his arms defensively over his chest.
“Maybe,” he sniffs, pushing Toby down so he’s lying on his back as he swings his leg across his hips, effectively straddling him. “I think I’d make an awesome vampire. I’m so amazing that I glitter anyway,” he says, nudging at his jaw with his nose.
Toby snorts again, tipping his head back. He lets out a soft breathy sigh when Alex’s teeth scrape against his skin as he says, “Whatever, I’d rather be Jacob anyway, Edwards a pale sociopath. I don’t understand why Bella finds that sexy.”
He rolls them over so that Alex is underneath him, grinning down at his boyfriend. “You think I’m sexy,” he says. “And I have on good authority that the only reason Edward and Jacob are so snarky with each other is because they want in each others pants.”
It’s silent for a handful of seconds, and Alex stares at Toby, lips twitching. “If you’ve been reading fanfiction again...” he trails off, and Toby lets out a derisive huff of air.
“No,” Toby shifts down a little bit, biting at Alex’s collarbone and then soothing over the mark with his tongue. “But you have a thirteen year old niece who does,”
Alex cups the back of his neck, pulls him up so they’re face to face and says very seriously, “We have got to stop getting roped into babysitting.”