FIC: The Stripper
Title: The Stripper
Fandom: blink-182
Pairing: Tom/Travis
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this never happened, so please don't sue.
Summary: "Hey, when you randomly hire one of your party guests as a stripper, you don't always know what you're going to get."
I wrote this in honor of Travis Barker's 30th birthday on November 14. It's late, I know, but I just haven't gotten around to revising it until now. Not too much, just a short little drabble-thingy.
The Stripper
The sounds of heavy breathing were all that could be heard in the dark room. Within minutes, these noises became quieter, and before long the room was silent.
The silence was broken by the soft rustling of blankets. Weight shifted on the mattress, and a voice was heard.
"So, did you enjoy your birthday party?"
"Ye-"*yawn*"-Yeah."
"Just 'yeah'? That's all?"
"Tom, you know I enjoyed it. I'm just tired."
"Ah, yes. You are 30 now, you know. Old age is creeping up on you."
"You'll be 30 in a month, smartass."
"You're only as old as you feel."
*sigh*"Whatever."
Silence.......................
"Trav?"
............................
"Travis?"
..............................
"Are you still pissed about what happened earlier?"
"Are you talking about the stripper?"
"Yeah, that."
"I could just kill you for that, you know."
"It's not my fault the stripper sucked."
"You're the one who hired him!"
"Hey, when you randomly hire one of your party guests as a stripper, you don't always know what you're going to get."
"Well, you should have known that you weren't going to get a high quality performance out of the guy you chose."
"I honestly didn't know that Mark only had a pink thong on under his pants."
"I can't believe he actually gave someone a lap dance."
"It's Mark. Of course he gave someone a lap dance."
"That someone was my father!"
"Okay, I didn't tell him to do that."
"It's your fault that my dad is now scarred for life."
"Eh, he'll get over it."
"I'm just glad that he got here after you popped out of the cake."
"Why do you say that? The good thing is that I wouldn't have been up close and personal with him like Mark was."
"Tom, you were naked. At least Mark had a thong on."
"Well, you enjoyed it. And that was all I wanted to accomplish."
Awkward silence..........................
"Travis? You did like it, didn't you?"
*Smile*"Of course I did."
Turning over.............
Soft kiss.....................
Comfortable silence...............
"Travis?"
"Yeah?"
"If I told you that I loved you, would you pop out of a cake naked for my birthday?"
"Only if you help me lick the frosting off afterwards."
"You did an excellent job of getting frosting off my.......well, you know."
*Smirk*"I knew you'd like that."
..........................
"Trav?"
"What, Tom?"
"Happy birthday."
FIN
Fandom: blink-182
Pairing: Tom/Travis
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this never happened, so please don't sue.
Summary: "Hey, when you randomly hire one of your party guests as a stripper, you don't always know what you're going to get."
I wrote this in honor of Travis Barker's 30th birthday on November 14. It's late, I know, but I just haven't gotten around to revising it until now. Not too much, just a short little drabble-thingy.
The Stripper
The sounds of heavy breathing were all that could be heard in the dark room. Within minutes, these noises became quieter, and before long the room was silent.
The silence was broken by the soft rustling of blankets. Weight shifted on the mattress, and a voice was heard.
"So, did you enjoy your birthday party?"
"Ye-"*yawn*"-Yeah."
"Just 'yeah'? That's all?"
"Tom, you know I enjoyed it. I'm just tired."
"Ah, yes. You are 30 now, you know. Old age is creeping up on you."
"You'll be 30 in a month, smartass."
"You're only as old as you feel."
*sigh*"Whatever."
Silence.......................
"Trav?"
............................
"Travis?"
..............................
"Are you still pissed about what happened earlier?"
"Are you talking about the stripper?"
"Yeah, that."
"I could just kill you for that, you know."
"It's not my fault the stripper sucked."
"You're the one who hired him!"
"Hey, when you randomly hire one of your party guests as a stripper, you don't always know what you're going to get."
"Well, you should have known that you weren't going to get a high quality performance out of the guy you chose."
"I honestly didn't know that Mark only had a pink thong on under his pants."
"I can't believe he actually gave someone a lap dance."
"It's Mark. Of course he gave someone a lap dance."
"That someone was my father!"
"Okay, I didn't tell him to do that."
"It's your fault that my dad is now scarred for life."
"Eh, he'll get over it."
"I'm just glad that he got here after you popped out of the cake."
"Why do you say that? The good thing is that I wouldn't have been up close and personal with him like Mark was."
"Tom, you were naked. At least Mark had a thong on."
"Well, you enjoyed it. And that was all I wanted to accomplish."
Awkward silence..........................
"Travis? You did like it, didn't you?"
*Smile*"Of course I did."
Turning over.............
Soft kiss.....................
Comfortable silence...............
"Travis?"
"Yeah?"
"If I told you that I loved you, would you pop out of a cake naked for my birthday?"
"Only if you help me lick the frosting off afterwards."
"You did an excellent job of getting frosting off my.......well, you know."
*Smirk*"I knew you'd like that."
..........................
"Trav?"
"What, Tom?"
"Happy birthday."
FIN