Wicked , Sam/Ed, Rated T, Drabble
A/N: I don’t normally do slash fics, but this one practically called for it ha-ha. I just went lmao’d when I watched that particular scene.
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“Looking good,” Spike whistled as he watched Lew apply some cologne. “Got a hot date tonight?”
“Have to take my cousins to the carnival,” Lew answered, shrugging into his jacket. “I sort of promised them I would.”
“Damn, that was adorable. Lewis Young and the Chipmunks. Lollipops, cotton candy, ferris wheel, some hot chicks who also promised they'd take their 7 year old cousin….”
Sam laughed and closed his locker. “Give him a break. At least he got a date.”
“Sam isn’t so -tastic tonight, huh?” Spike retorted back. “Do you think Ed prefers to ride Sam or the mummy ride more?" He asked half teasing, hinting at some previous occassions their team leader had chewed Sam's ass off.
“Hey, hey, I am in the room, you know!” Ed complained. “And I don’t do attractions. That’s Sophie’s department.”
“Killjoy.” Spike muttered, finally standing up when Lew finished with his business. When they both reached the door, he shouted, “See you on Monday! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“So, Boy, were you upset at how hard I was riding you?” Ed casually asked after they were alone. He looked at Sam with a lingering grin.
Normally, the ‘term of endearment’ would have been annoying, but not tonight. Smiling, Sam returned Ed’s gaze, exchanging wordless conversation. “No, Sir, I’m pretty used to be ridden hard.”
That did the trick and Ed’s hearty chuckles boomed through out the empty room. “I’m sure you do.”
“Trust me, I’m flattered to be on the receiving end of Ed Lane’s wicked tongue.”
The grin never faltered from Ed’s feature. “Never knew you had ways with words.”
“And there’s still a whole lot more to explore,” Sam stated, holding his eyes captive. “If you’re interested, that is.”
“So… what about that mummy ride? Up for it?”
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:) this was kinda fun
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“Looking good,” Spike whistled as he watched Lew apply some cologne. “Got a hot date tonight?”
“Have to take my cousins to the carnival,” Lew answered, shrugging into his jacket. “I sort of promised them I would.”
“Damn, that was adorable. Lewis Young and the Chipmunks. Lollipops, cotton candy, ferris wheel, some hot chicks who also promised they'd take their 7 year old cousin….”
Sam laughed and closed his locker. “Give him a break. At least he got a date.”
“Sam isn’t so -tastic tonight, huh?” Spike retorted back. “Do you think Ed prefers to ride Sam or the mummy ride more?" He asked half teasing, hinting at some previous occassions their team leader had chewed Sam's ass off.
“Hey, hey, I am in the room, you know!” Ed complained. “And I don’t do attractions. That’s Sophie’s department.”
“Killjoy.” Spike muttered, finally standing up when Lew finished with his business. When they both reached the door, he shouted, “See you on Monday! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“So, Boy, were you upset at how hard I was riding you?” Ed casually asked after they were alone. He looked at Sam with a lingering grin.
Normally, the ‘term of endearment’ would have been annoying, but not tonight. Smiling, Sam returned Ed’s gaze, exchanging wordless conversation. “No, Sir, I’m pretty used to be ridden hard.”
That did the trick and Ed’s hearty chuckles boomed through out the empty room. “I’m sure you do.”
“Trust me, I’m flattered to be on the receiving end of Ed Lane’s wicked tongue.”
The grin never faltered from Ed’s feature. “Never knew you had ways with words.”
“And there’s still a whole lot more to explore,” Sam stated, holding his eyes captive. “If you’re interested, that is.”
“So… what about that mummy ride? Up for it?”
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:) this was kinda fun