FIC: Tease [Rancid]
Tease
by Nihilism
Rancid Drabble
Lars/Tim-ish
No warnings. Not my boys, just my head.
Prompt #16
Every pulse in the crowd is rushing, lust-quick, at his smile. His voice. His body.
And he doesn't even know it. Never a flirt. Friendly, helpful, charismatic.
He can lean, toned arm around Lars' shoulder, sweat-slick shirtless and all too near. Good buddy, like family. Two mouths, one microphone, two inches. Two inches and two mouths may as well be one. May as well be, but aren't; he's dancing away again, ballerina on crack.
And he doesn't even mean it. If he did, Lars would bend his teasing ass over and show Tim how the Danes handle a 'harmless' flirt.
by Nihilism
Rancid Drabble
Lars/Tim-ish
No warnings. Not my boys, just my head.
Prompt #16
Every pulse in the crowd is rushing, lust-quick, at his smile. His voice. His body.
And he doesn't even know it. Never a flirt. Friendly, helpful, charismatic.
He can lean, toned arm around Lars' shoulder, sweat-slick shirtless and all too near. Good buddy, like family. Two mouths, one microphone, two inches. Two inches and two mouths may as well be one. May as well be, but aren't; he's dancing away again, ballerina on crack.
And he doesn't even mean it. If he did, Lars would bend his teasing ass over and show Tim how the Danes handle a 'harmless' flirt.