random drabble
I have not been on LJ for a long time. I was browsing around old things I had written and found this lulzy entry. Warning - slash and crude language. Rating is probably PG-13.
"Get your blue balls over here, you prude," Derek said, tossing up a basketball. The brown-haired, green-eyed giant stood at the entrance to the living room. "Or are you too refined for a game of one-on-one?"
Mark rolled his eyes. He was sitting on the couch, legs splayed out and a remote in his hand. He was half-watching a basketball game on TV. "Your version of 'one-on-one' is quite different from mine," he said, not looking at Derek. He scoffed. "You don't even know the rules of basketball and you change your own rules halfway through. You're just a sore loser."
"Sore? You’ll be the one who’s sore after this session."
"That's 'cause you're an asshole." Mark sniffed his nose. He turned around, looking at the doorway. "Is that pie I smell? I bet it would look lovely on your face."
"It would be lovely if you would lick it off my face, babe," Derek said with a leer. "Or rather, lick it off my balls."
"You're disgusting, asshole," Mark said, turning back towards the TV. "That was such a turn off."
Derek dropped the basketball and strode over to the couch, taking a seat next to Mark. He slung an arm around Mark's waist. Mark grumbled but did not try to remove it.
"Come on, babe. One quick session. Then we'll both be sweaty and hot and ready to fuck."
"You seagull-brained dimwit," Mark muttered. "If you didn't say such disgusting shit all the time, I wouldn't need to see you all sweaty in order to be turned on."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He leaned over so his mouth hovered right over Mark's. "But you love my dirty mouth. It does such lovely things to your cock..."
Mark decided enough was enough, and kissed Derek fiercely, bringing his hands up towards Derek's face so he could eventually tangle them within Derek’s hair. Derek responded eagerly, pressing Mark down into the couch, bringing his chest against Mark's. Derek was about to slide his hands under Mark's shirt when they heard Mark's mother yell. Mark broke the kiss and pushed Derek off of him.
"Pie!" He stood up quickly and rushed out of the room. Derek groaned. He got up and followed Mark out of the room, grumbling about how his boyfriend would rather eat pie then make out with him.
"Get your blue balls over here, you prude," Derek said, tossing up a basketball. The brown-haired, green-eyed giant stood at the entrance to the living room. "Or are you too refined for a game of one-on-one?"
Mark rolled his eyes. He was sitting on the couch, legs splayed out and a remote in his hand. He was half-watching a basketball game on TV. "Your version of 'one-on-one' is quite different from mine," he said, not looking at Derek. He scoffed. "You don't even know the rules of basketball and you change your own rules halfway through. You're just a sore loser."
"Sore? You’ll be the one who’s sore after this session."
"That's 'cause you're an asshole." Mark sniffed his nose. He turned around, looking at the doorway. "Is that pie I smell? I bet it would look lovely on your face."
"It would be lovely if you would lick it off my face, babe," Derek said with a leer. "Or rather, lick it off my balls."
"You're disgusting, asshole," Mark said, turning back towards the TV. "That was such a turn off."
Derek dropped the basketball and strode over to the couch, taking a seat next to Mark. He slung an arm around Mark's waist. Mark grumbled but did not try to remove it.
"Come on, babe. One quick session. Then we'll both be sweaty and hot and ready to fuck."
"You seagull-brained dimwit," Mark muttered. "If you didn't say such disgusting shit all the time, I wouldn't need to see you all sweaty in order to be turned on."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He leaned over so his mouth hovered right over Mark's. "But you love my dirty mouth. It does such lovely things to your cock..."
Mark decided enough was enough, and kissed Derek fiercely, bringing his hands up towards Derek's face so he could eventually tangle them within Derek’s hair. Derek responded eagerly, pressing Mark down into the couch, bringing his chest against Mark's. Derek was about to slide his hands under Mark's shirt when they heard Mark's mother yell. Mark broke the kiss and pushed Derek off of him.
"Pie!" He stood up quickly and rushed out of the room. Derek groaned. He got up and followed Mark out of the room, grumbling about how his boyfriend would rather eat pie then make out with him.