Steve rolled over a little, sticking out his toes of the duvet just to check to make sure it was as cold as he feared. Keeping his eyes shut, he grabbed the pillow under his head and pounded it a few times to make it even fluffier. Then with the other hand, he reached out and touched bare flesh.
The bare flesh rolled over and a mop of morning hair hit his chest, both bodies sighing contentedly at once. It was the sort of morning to lie in bed and watch the sun bob across the sky like a hot air balloon.
"Morning," Stephen muttered and plucked Steve's chest hair affectionately, burying his face into the crook his neck and flopping an arm over his lover. "Good sleep?"
"S'okay," Steve nodded, eyes still shut. He felt the weight on him shift and chapped and dry lips hit his.
Finally Steve opened his eyes to find that irreplaceable grin, those bright eyes, that flop of hair.
I was at my Summer Ball the other day and I was hanging out with my best buddy. I won us a coconut in the stalls (yes it wasn't a posh do at all) and I asked him to smash it open. And cue,
Me: "Come on, you're a man!" Him: "I'm also a man that sucks dick!"
It would rock if someone puts that in a story/drabble. XD
I write angst best, I think, but I have that Thing where whenever I try to write non-angst, it morphs and gets at least a little sad. I love conflict, I guess. Probably why I ship Keith/Anderson.
And I can't write straight humor. I've tried. It's crap.
But for reading, I want porn and snappy dialogue. Outside that, I'm not picky.
I like a good mix of the three. I hate anything that starts sad, stays sad, and ends on a low note -- I take things horribly personally. I love straight up porn, especially if it's my wee little OTP. But in the same vein I'll take anything if it features my wee little OTP. So I SUPPOSE. It just depends on my mood.
But I naturally appear to tend towards fluff and sex. I THINK? I'm woefully uneducated about my own writing, apparently.
Okay this is A LITTLE OVER 300 sry don't hate me D:sparkofmyteensJune 10 2007, 16:44:26 UTC
"You're lucky I have a sense of discretion."
Keith is sure Stephen can hear him raising his eyebrow; Stephen is strangely well-aware of his quirks and ticks. "And why is that?"
It's Saturday morning, too early for Stephen's silly games. Keith is only awake enough to be aware that he has answered the phone.
"Because," Stephen retorts, sounding as if he's peeved Keith isn't already aware. "I'd be taking offense to all these bears you've been throwing around lately. I'm offended. You know how I feel about that, Keith. Are you trying to push me away?" He feigns hysterics well, with a hitch in his voice and a hint of those comedic great gulping sobs. "Are you going to leave me for a bearKeith ponders this, and thinks he should laugh. It takes too much energy. "No," he replies simply. "But I guess the energy I'd save not having to let you be on the bottom all the time would be nice." He thinks Stephen is pouting
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The bare flesh rolled over and a mop of morning hair hit his chest, both bodies sighing contentedly at once. It was the sort of morning to lie in bed and watch the sun bob across the sky like a hot air balloon.
"Morning," Stephen muttered and plucked Steve's chest hair affectionately, burying his face into the crook his neck and flopping an arm over his lover. "Good sleep?"
"S'okay," Steve nodded, eyes still shut. He felt the weight on him shift and chapped and dry lips hit his.
Finally Steve opened his eyes to find that irreplaceable grin, those bright eyes, that flop of hair.
"Morning, Snuggles."
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You made me haaaappy :)
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Me: "Come on, you're a man!"
Him: "I'm also a man that sucks dick!"
It would rock if someone puts that in a story/drabble. XD
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And I can't write straight humor. I've tried. It's crap.
But for reading, I want porn and snappy dialogue. Outside that, I'm not picky.
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But I naturally appear to tend towards fluff and sex. I THINK? I'm woefully uneducated about my own writing, apparently.
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Keith is sure Stephen can hear him raising his eyebrow; Stephen is strangely well-aware of his quirks and ticks. "And why is that?"
It's Saturday morning, too early for Stephen's silly games. Keith is only awake enough to be aware that he has answered the phone.
"Because," Stephen retorts, sounding as if he's peeved Keith isn't already aware. "I'd be taking offense to all these bears you've been throwing around lately. I'm offended. You know how I feel about that, Keith. Are you trying to push me away?" He feigns hysterics well, with a hitch in his voice and a hint of those comedic great gulping sobs. "Are you going to leave me for a bearKeith ponders this, and thinks he should laugh. It takes too much energy. "No," he replies simply. "But I guess the energy I'd save not having to let you be on the bottom all the time would be nice." He thinks Stephen is pouting ( ... )
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("Switch-hitting catcher ftw!)
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