Smoking
Title: Smoking
Author: Me
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Bobby/John ish, John/ a cigarette.
Summary: 300 word drabble. Bobby always became extremely turned on whenever John got a hold of pack of cigarettes.
Author's note: I don't really consider smoking to be a good thing but well, whatever. *Shrugs*
Bobby always became extremely turned on whenever John got a hold of pack of cigarettes because, John didn’t smoke the damned cancer sticks, he fucking made love to them. Normally Bobby wouldn’t have minded being hot and bothered but John’s little ritual made him rather uncomfortable. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so utterly discomforting, if John wasn’t aware of how incredibly horny Bobby got whenever John smoked.
But he did know, and, if the calculating smirk on his lips was any indication, he did it all on purpose.
Catching Bobby’s eyes, he raised one of the unlit cigarettes to his lips. He gently held the filter with his front teeth, and Bobby got glimpses of his agile pink tongue as it teased across the white paper in slow deliberate strokes.
Bobby squirmed in his seat, silently cursing John’s intentional leisurely movements.
Only after the part of the cigarette that was in his mouth was completely wet with his saliva did John finally bother to bring out his favorite lighter and light the other end of the damn thing. Still gazing unswervingly at Bobby, he took a long satisfied drag; drawing in the essence of the flamed tip as if he were breathing in the scent and taste of a longtime lover and not inhaling the countless poisons. His eyes partially closed as he breathed out, and his eyes smoldered as he looked at Bobby through a hazy curtain of smoke.
With another intentional smirk he removed the lit cigarette from his lips and held it out to Bobby who took it, fingers surprisingly steady as he hesitantly raised it to his own lips. Tasting John on the filter, he breathed in the smoke and didn’t dare look away from the dark eyes that burned as they watched his every move.
Author: Me
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Bobby/John ish, John/ a cigarette.
Summary: 300 word drabble. Bobby always became extremely turned on whenever John got a hold of pack of cigarettes.
Author's note: I don't really consider smoking to be a good thing but well, whatever. *Shrugs*
Bobby always became extremely turned on whenever John got a hold of pack of cigarettes because, John didn’t smoke the damned cancer sticks, he fucking made love to them. Normally Bobby wouldn’t have minded being hot and bothered but John’s little ritual made him rather uncomfortable. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so utterly discomforting, if John wasn’t aware of how incredibly horny Bobby got whenever John smoked.
But he did know, and, if the calculating smirk on his lips was any indication, he did it all on purpose.
Catching Bobby’s eyes, he raised one of the unlit cigarettes to his lips. He gently held the filter with his front teeth, and Bobby got glimpses of his agile pink tongue as it teased across the white paper in slow deliberate strokes.
Bobby squirmed in his seat, silently cursing John’s intentional leisurely movements.
Only after the part of the cigarette that was in his mouth was completely wet with his saliva did John finally bother to bring out his favorite lighter and light the other end of the damn thing. Still gazing unswervingly at Bobby, he took a long satisfied drag; drawing in the essence of the flamed tip as if he were breathing in the scent and taste of a longtime lover and not inhaling the countless poisons. His eyes partially closed as he breathed out, and his eyes smoldered as he looked at Bobby through a hazy curtain of smoke.
With another intentional smirk he removed the lit cigarette from his lips and held it out to Bobby who took it, fingers surprisingly steady as he hesitantly raised it to his own lips. Tasting John on the filter, he breathed in the smoke and didn’t dare look away from the dark eyes that burned as they watched his every move.