And now for something a little bit different...
I’m not sure if this has been attempted before - sketch slash! These particular lovelies come from “How to Recognize Different Parts of the Body.” I don’t think the sketch itself has a name, but it comes right after “the man who contradicts people.”
Title: Untitled
Author: me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Professor Sir Sir Adrian Furrows/Raymond Luxury-Yacht (played by John and Graham respectively)
Summary: “He asked me! He asked me!”
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
Author’s Note: Written when I should be studying for final exams. Heheh.
He’s pretty sure it’s the twittering birds that woke him up, but the damp-smelling air and sunlight pouring into the tent could’ve contributed as well. At any rate, he’s awake and, much to his delight, there’s someone curled up next to him, their head a warm weight on his shoulder.
That’s right. It’s his patient-turned-lover, Raymond Luxury-Yacht, the silly skin care expert who had agreed to come on a camping holiday with him in exchange for some practically non-existent plastic surgery. The slightly smaller man wasn’t wearing the polystyrene monstrosity now, thank goodness, but he knew that when he woke up, it would go back on. Not that he minded, really. It didn’t detract from his handsome features in any major way, in his opinion.
He shifts a bit to get a better look at the delectable creature before him. His eyes are still closed, and he’s smiling faintly, as though he’s having a pleasant dream. He can’t help but be curious as to what he’s dreaming about. His sandy hair falls perfectly on his smooth expanse of forehead. His nose, his real nose, curves delicately over that tempting smile. It’s cliché to consider, but he truly is a vision of loveliness.
Suddenly, two astonishingly blue eyes are staring up at him with mild surprise. Maybe they were expecting him to fade with the dream.
“Good morning, Mr. Throatwobbler Mangrove.”
“Morning, Professor Sir Sir Furrows, F.R.S…”
“Don’t hurt yourself now. Adrian will do.”
“What are we doing today, then, Adrian?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” he sighs, casually twining his fingers with Raymond’s. “I was thinking we could skip and frolic through the woods a bit, maybe go for a hike.”
“Mm, sounds good.” He’s brightened a bit at the mention of frolicking.
“Or we could just stay here all day.”
It’s an off-hand sort of suggestion, but he fixes Raymond with a knowing smile.
Raymond appears to consider this, then smiles, shrugs, and snuggles closer. “Works for me.”
Title: Untitled
Author: me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Professor Sir Sir Adrian Furrows/Raymond Luxury-Yacht (played by John and Graham respectively)
Summary: “He asked me! He asked me!”
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
Author’s Note: Written when I should be studying for final exams. Heheh.
He’s pretty sure it’s the twittering birds that woke him up, but the damp-smelling air and sunlight pouring into the tent could’ve contributed as well. At any rate, he’s awake and, much to his delight, there’s someone curled up next to him, their head a warm weight on his shoulder.
That’s right. It’s his patient-turned-lover, Raymond Luxury-Yacht, the silly skin care expert who had agreed to come on a camping holiday with him in exchange for some practically non-existent plastic surgery. The slightly smaller man wasn’t wearing the polystyrene monstrosity now, thank goodness, but he knew that when he woke up, it would go back on. Not that he minded, really. It didn’t detract from his handsome features in any major way, in his opinion.
He shifts a bit to get a better look at the delectable creature before him. His eyes are still closed, and he’s smiling faintly, as though he’s having a pleasant dream. He can’t help but be curious as to what he’s dreaming about. His sandy hair falls perfectly on his smooth expanse of forehead. His nose, his real nose, curves delicately over that tempting smile. It’s cliché to consider, but he truly is a vision of loveliness.
Suddenly, two astonishingly blue eyes are staring up at him with mild surprise. Maybe they were expecting him to fade with the dream.
“Good morning, Mr. Throatwobbler Mangrove.”
“Morning, Professor Sir Sir Furrows, F.R.S…”
“Don’t hurt yourself now. Adrian will do.”
“What are we doing today, then, Adrian?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” he sighs, casually twining his fingers with Raymond’s. “I was thinking we could skip and frolic through the woods a bit, maybe go for a hike.”
“Mm, sounds good.” He’s brightened a bit at the mention of frolicking.
“Or we could just stay here all day.”
It’s an off-hand sort of suggestion, but he fixes Raymond with a knowing smile.
Raymond appears to consider this, then smiles, shrugs, and snuggles closer. “Works for me.”