Vices-Fastlane pg 13
For fanfic100 -prompt 37/Sound
Author: Ceares
Title:Vices
Fandom:Fastlane-General Series
Prompt 37-Sound
Pairing: Deaq/Van
Rating:PG
Notes:Thanks Felica for the quick beta. Part of the untitled Domestic series, that contains Mistletoe
Disclaimer:Not mine, if they were they'd be doing the Fastlane movie right now.
Word Count: under 500
Van hadn’t actually been paying attention until Deaq made a grab for the remote. He only got a quick flash of light and color before Trey Wingo’s face popped into view.
Deaq glanced up at him with a fake casual smile. “Hey baby, you’re home early.”
“Yeah. The water was dead. What are you watching?”
Deaq glanced at him and then rolled his eyes, gesturing to the tv where Sportscenter continued to blare.
Van stifled a laugh. He seriously wondered how Deaq ever did undercover work. “Okay, what were you watching when I walked in?”
He made a quick lunge and managed to grab the remote before Deaq could stop him. He hit recall. “You’re watching American Idol?”
Deaq snatched the remote back. “It’s Stevie Wonder night.”
Van held up his hands. “Hey, we all have our vices man.”
Deaq reached up and grabbed a belt loop, pulling Van down toward him. “Yeah, well mine is skinny white boys.”
Van settled on the sofa, curling around the other man. “You’d better be talking about me and not Ryan Seacrest.”
Deaq looked him up and down, and then did the same to the suited blond on the screen. “Well, he is kinda hot, but I think I’ll stick with you.”
“Good to know.” Van reached up and drew Deaq’s mouth down to his in a kiss that quickly led to other things.
On the television, various contestants alternately slaughtered or did justice to Stevie. Neither noticed. Moans of pleasure and the slide of skin against skin was the only music they were interested in.
Author: Ceares
Title:Vices
Fandom:Fastlane-General Series
Prompt 37-Sound
Pairing: Deaq/Van
Rating:PG
Notes:Thanks Felica for the quick beta. Part of the untitled Domestic series, that contains Mistletoe
Disclaimer:Not mine, if they were they'd be doing the Fastlane movie right now.
Word Count: under 500
Van hadn’t actually been paying attention until Deaq made a grab for the remote. He only got a quick flash of light and color before Trey Wingo’s face popped into view.
Deaq glanced up at him with a fake casual smile. “Hey baby, you’re home early.”
“Yeah. The water was dead. What are you watching?”
Deaq glanced at him and then rolled his eyes, gesturing to the tv where Sportscenter continued to blare.
Van stifled a laugh. He seriously wondered how Deaq ever did undercover work. “Okay, what were you watching when I walked in?”
He made a quick lunge and managed to grab the remote before Deaq could stop him. He hit recall. “You’re watching American Idol?”
Deaq snatched the remote back. “It’s Stevie Wonder night.”
Van held up his hands. “Hey, we all have our vices man.”
Deaq reached up and grabbed a belt loop, pulling Van down toward him. “Yeah, well mine is skinny white boys.”
Van settled on the sofa, curling around the other man. “You’d better be talking about me and not Ryan Seacrest.”
Deaq looked him up and down, and then did the same to the suited blond on the screen. “Well, he is kinda hot, but I think I’ll stick with you.”
“Good to know.” Van reached up and drew Deaq’s mouth down to his in a kiss that quickly led to other things.
On the television, various contestants alternately slaughtered or did justice to Stevie. Neither noticed. Moans of pleasure and the slide of skin against skin was the only music they were interested in.