Camping
Title: Camping
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bobby/John ish
Summary: Bobby+John+a small tent = a 200 word drabble about how the boys deal with being crammed together in a tent that is too small for them.
“You kick me, and I’ll kick you back.” Bobby warned as John moved restlessly in his sleeping bag, burrowing away from the cool night air. The tent wasn’t big enough for one, much less two; but being roommates had gotten them used to each other’s sleeping habits so besides being cramped it wasn’t too awkward.
John snorted, “You kick me, and I’ll bite you.” he warned back, then resumed his nesting operation. Eventually he found a position that was warm enough.
A while later Bobby’s leg bumped lightly against John‘s; no doubt just to see if he’d really do it.
Bobby held his breath as John turned over and sat up, he quivered as his friend’s form stood out darker than the dark tent walls. John leaned over him, mouth close to his neck. Hot air across his skin elicited a shiver from Bobby.
He laughed, shaken by John‘s nearness, his heat.
“So what, are you a vampire now?” he joked.
John chuckled and bit down, lightly, right underneath Bobby’s ear; holding the skin between his teeth he sucked for the barest second. Then, his smile invisible in the darkness, he turned over and ducked back inside his sleeping bag.
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bobby/John ish
Summary: Bobby+John+a small tent = a 200 word drabble about how the boys deal with being crammed together in a tent that is too small for them.
“You kick me, and I’ll kick you back.” Bobby warned as John moved restlessly in his sleeping bag, burrowing away from the cool night air. The tent wasn’t big enough for one, much less two; but being roommates had gotten them used to each other’s sleeping habits so besides being cramped it wasn’t too awkward.
John snorted, “You kick me, and I’ll bite you.” he warned back, then resumed his nesting operation. Eventually he found a position that was warm enough.
A while later Bobby’s leg bumped lightly against John‘s; no doubt just to see if he’d really do it.
Bobby held his breath as John turned over and sat up, he quivered as his friend’s form stood out darker than the dark tent walls. John leaned over him, mouth close to his neck. Hot air across his skin elicited a shiver from Bobby.
He laughed, shaken by John‘s nearness, his heat.
“So what, are you a vampire now?” he joked.
John chuckled and bit down, lightly, right underneath Bobby’s ear; holding the skin between his teeth he sucked for the barest second. Then, his smile invisible in the darkness, he turned over and ducked back inside his sleeping bag.