MORE prompt fills!
So, a while back I did a fic prompt meme and a lot of the prompts were chosen from here.
Today's prompt fills are:
Prompt #4: Huddling for warmth (Travis/William) for belelfmir/Rating:PG/Word Count: 586
Bill shivered as he watched Mike and the Butcher unloading their gear. “Fuck,” he whimpered, shivering as he rubbed his hands together, rubbing his bare forearms briskly to generate some heat. “Fuck this,” he said, jogging across the loading dock, ducking inside the venue, jumping in place when it didn’t help much. He looked outside, only to see familiar faces walking across the parking lot towards the venue. He smiled widely, jogging back outside to greet his friends.
Sisky smirked. “Yo! I found some people who missed you, Bilvy,” he teased when he got over.
Bill laughed, hugging all the guys. “Hey!” he said happily to each of them, backing off. “God, it’s fucking cold, how are you living, Sisky?” he asked, looking at the tiny boy.
Sisky held up his smoking cup. “Hot chocolate. If you’d have come with me, I’d have brought you some,” he said with a cheeky grin, heading off to help out with unloading. Most of the guys followed him towards the venue. William watched them all, only to gasp when unexpected arms came around him from behind.
“Hey baby,” a voice said in his ear and he jumped around, beaming.
“Travie!” he cried, throwing his arms around the taller man’s neck. “Oh my God, Sisky had me distracted with friends and I didn’t see you,” he said, pulling back some. “Fuck, where did you come from?” he asked, shaking with cold as he looked up into Travis’s face.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “I was just coming around the building when you ran over here, but whatever,” he pushed on. “Are you okay?” he asked, hands tightening on William’s hips. “I think even your ass is shaking,” he said and William glared.
“It’s fucking cold, jackass,” he snapped. “If you didn’t notice,” he added, looking at the thick jacket and hat his boyfriend was wearing. “Looks like you didn’t,” he said.
Travis just rolled his eyes. “Wear more than a short-sleeved shirt, baby,” he suggested, tugging William close. “Here, fuck, you’re freezing,” he said, unzipping his coat as he tugged William closer, flinching when William’s cold hands slid inside the coat, fisting in his shirt. “Skinny boys like you aren’t meant for the snow,” he teased, looking down at William.
William sighed, pressing as close as he could. “Lived in it my whole life,” he said, making happy noises as Travis’s body heat warmed him up. “That’s what big, sexy boyfriends are for,” he said, tucking his face into Travis’s neck, hiding it from the wind.
Travis snorted. “Tell you what,” he pulled back some, looking into William’s eyes. “Let’s get out of the cold, and I’ll let you climb in my coat with me, I don’t care, but this wind is probably horrible for your scrawny little ass,” he said, kissing him on his bright red nose.
William smiled. “You’re the most awesome,” he said, pressing their foreheads together. “But how about you work on what he wind does to my poor little lips instead,” he said, smirking.
Travis just chuckled, but held Bill close, tilting his chin down to catch his lips. True to his word, William’s lips were pretty cold. Travis curled his arms tighter around his middle, rubbing his broad hands over his narrow body, half for the warmth and half because the occasional handful of ass wasn’t so bad either.
“Sneaky bastard,” William mumbled against his lips.
Travis just chuckled. “But your butt’s warmer now, isn’t it,” he asked, earning a growl, followed by another kiss.
Prompt #9: Forced to share a bed (Simon/Laurence) for x_daysofwar/Rating:R for language/Word Count:514/AN:Bonus suggested pairings!!!
“Stop touching me!” Simon whined, shoving his elbow back into whatever fleshy part of Laurence he could reach.
“Oi, that hurt!” Laurence whined, wiggling around. “Look, the only way we’ll both fit is to touch-“
“Your bum was on my leg,” Simon argued, glaring at the wall beside him.
There was a giggle from over on the other bed. “You wish his bum was on your leg-“
“FUCK OFF GASKIN!” Simon cried, voice squeaking.
Laurence sighed, grumbling. “Look, okay, how do you propose we do this?” he asked, looking down at Simon.
Simon frowned. “Um… well if...” he wiggled around, only to blush when his hand landed right on Laurence’s ass. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to grope your bum-“
“You want to grope his bum!” John called and Simon growled to himself.
Laurence chuckled. “Don’t worry about him,” he said. “They’re all just gloating cause they’re in bigger beds,” he said and Simon pouted up at him. “Look, there’s two of us on a single bed, Simon. We’ve got to touch. At this rate, I’m barely hanging onto the bed!” he said.
Simon sighed, groaning. “Fine,” he said, sitting up. “You get against the wall,” he said and Laurence slid over while Simon leapt over him, landing on the edge of the bed. Simon lay down, wiggling back slightly. “I think this works.”
“Alright,” Laurence said, tugging the covers up. Simon, however, squeaked as he started to slide off the bed, only to gasp even louder when a large arm wrapped round his middle. “Easy does it, Rowlands,” Laurence muttered, tugging him closer. “Here, I’ll hang onto you,” he said and Simon sighed.
However, after a moment, he felt his cheeks heat as he realized that he was basically being a teddy bear. “Why am I the little spoon?” he demanded.
“Because you’re fucking small, shut the fuck up!” Jamie’s voice echoed out. “For fucks sake, I’ve got Gaskin’s cock on my leg-“
“You wish my cock was on your leg-“
“So you can deal with Laurence’s arm around you, mate!” Jamie finished, ignoring Jon. “Shut up and let’s sleep!”
Everybody was quiet for a moment before something occurred to Laurence. “Wait, why is Jamie the only one complaining from over there?” he whispered to Simon.
Simon just snorted. “Gaskin and John are whores-“
“OI! I heard that!” Gaskin’s voice rang out. “And unlike you, John likes being my little spoon,” he said.
“Whoa, what?!” Jamie asked, sitting up all of a sudden. “AHH! What are you two doing?!” he cried, nearly falling out of bed. “Where the fuck is that hand, Jonathan?!”
John and Jon both snickered. “Nooowhere,” John answered while Gaskin giggled.
“Oh God, that’s it, I’m going to the floor, fuck you guys and your groping while I’m in the bed with you,” Jamie said, earning laughter from all of them when he fell out of the bed and just stayed there.
Simon just giggled, sliding closer to Laurence, only to gasp when he felt something against his thigh. Laurence just chuckled low in his throat, tugging Simon closer. “I like having a little spoon in bed with me too,” he whispered to Simon, who just whimpered, pressing his face into the pillow as Laurence tugged him closer.
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Prompt #4: Huddling for warmth (Travis/William) for belelfmir/Rating:PG/Word Count: 586
Bill shivered as he watched Mike and the Butcher unloading their gear. “Fuck,” he whimpered, shivering as he rubbed his hands together, rubbing his bare forearms briskly to generate some heat. “Fuck this,” he said, jogging across the loading dock, ducking inside the venue, jumping in place when it didn’t help much. He looked outside, only to see familiar faces walking across the parking lot towards the venue. He smiled widely, jogging back outside to greet his friends.
Sisky smirked. “Yo! I found some people who missed you, Bilvy,” he teased when he got over.
Bill laughed, hugging all the guys. “Hey!” he said happily to each of them, backing off. “God, it’s fucking cold, how are you living, Sisky?” he asked, looking at the tiny boy.
Sisky held up his smoking cup. “Hot chocolate. If you’d have come with me, I’d have brought you some,” he said with a cheeky grin, heading off to help out with unloading. Most of the guys followed him towards the venue. William watched them all, only to gasp when unexpected arms came around him from behind.
“Hey baby,” a voice said in his ear and he jumped around, beaming.
“Travie!” he cried, throwing his arms around the taller man’s neck. “Oh my God, Sisky had me distracted with friends and I didn’t see you,” he said, pulling back some. “Fuck, where did you come from?” he asked, shaking with cold as he looked up into Travis’s face.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “I was just coming around the building when you ran over here, but whatever,” he pushed on. “Are you okay?” he asked, hands tightening on William’s hips. “I think even your ass is shaking,” he said and William glared.
“It’s fucking cold, jackass,” he snapped. “If you didn’t notice,” he added, looking at the thick jacket and hat his boyfriend was wearing. “Looks like you didn’t,” he said.
Travis just rolled his eyes. “Wear more than a short-sleeved shirt, baby,” he suggested, tugging William close. “Here, fuck, you’re freezing,” he said, unzipping his coat as he tugged William closer, flinching when William’s cold hands slid inside the coat, fisting in his shirt. “Skinny boys like you aren’t meant for the snow,” he teased, looking down at William.
William sighed, pressing as close as he could. “Lived in it my whole life,” he said, making happy noises as Travis’s body heat warmed him up. “That’s what big, sexy boyfriends are for,” he said, tucking his face into Travis’s neck, hiding it from the wind.
Travis snorted. “Tell you what,” he pulled back some, looking into William’s eyes. “Let’s get out of the cold, and I’ll let you climb in my coat with me, I don’t care, but this wind is probably horrible for your scrawny little ass,” he said, kissing him on his bright red nose.
William smiled. “You’re the most awesome,” he said, pressing their foreheads together. “But how about you work on what he wind does to my poor little lips instead,” he said, smirking.
Travis just chuckled, but held Bill close, tilting his chin down to catch his lips. True to his word, William’s lips were pretty cold. Travis curled his arms tighter around his middle, rubbing his broad hands over his narrow body, half for the warmth and half because the occasional handful of ass wasn’t so bad either.
“Sneaky bastard,” William mumbled against his lips.
Travis just chuckled. “But your butt’s warmer now, isn’t it,” he asked, earning a growl, followed by another kiss.
Prompt #9: Forced to share a bed (Simon/Laurence) for x_daysofwar/Rating:R for language/Word Count:514/AN:Bonus suggested pairings!!!
“Stop touching me!” Simon whined, shoving his elbow back into whatever fleshy part of Laurence he could reach.
“Oi, that hurt!” Laurence whined, wiggling around. “Look, the only way we’ll both fit is to touch-“
“Your bum was on my leg,” Simon argued, glaring at the wall beside him.
There was a giggle from over on the other bed. “You wish his bum was on your leg-“
“FUCK OFF GASKIN!” Simon cried, voice squeaking.
Laurence sighed, grumbling. “Look, okay, how do you propose we do this?” he asked, looking down at Simon.
Simon frowned. “Um… well if...” he wiggled around, only to blush when his hand landed right on Laurence’s ass. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to grope your bum-“
“You want to grope his bum!” John called and Simon growled to himself.
Laurence chuckled. “Don’t worry about him,” he said. “They’re all just gloating cause they’re in bigger beds,” he said and Simon pouted up at him. “Look, there’s two of us on a single bed, Simon. We’ve got to touch. At this rate, I’m barely hanging onto the bed!” he said.
Simon sighed, groaning. “Fine,” he said, sitting up. “You get against the wall,” he said and Laurence slid over while Simon leapt over him, landing on the edge of the bed. Simon lay down, wiggling back slightly. “I think this works.”
“Alright,” Laurence said, tugging the covers up. Simon, however, squeaked as he started to slide off the bed, only to gasp even louder when a large arm wrapped round his middle. “Easy does it, Rowlands,” Laurence muttered, tugging him closer. “Here, I’ll hang onto you,” he said and Simon sighed.
However, after a moment, he felt his cheeks heat as he realized that he was basically being a teddy bear. “Why am I the little spoon?” he demanded.
“Because you’re fucking small, shut the fuck up!” Jamie’s voice echoed out. “For fucks sake, I’ve got Gaskin’s cock on my leg-“
“You wish my cock was on your leg-“
“So you can deal with Laurence’s arm around you, mate!” Jamie finished, ignoring Jon. “Shut up and let’s sleep!”
Everybody was quiet for a moment before something occurred to Laurence. “Wait, why is Jamie the only one complaining from over there?” he whispered to Simon.
Simon just snorted. “Gaskin and John are whores-“
“OI! I heard that!” Gaskin’s voice rang out. “And unlike you, John likes being my little spoon,” he said.
“Whoa, what?!” Jamie asked, sitting up all of a sudden. “AHH! What are you two doing?!” he cried, nearly falling out of bed. “Where the fuck is that hand, Jonathan?!”
John and Jon both snickered. “Nooowhere,” John answered while Gaskin giggled.
“Oh God, that’s it, I’m going to the floor, fuck you guys and your groping while I’m in the bed with you,” Jamie said, earning laughter from all of them when he fell out of the bed and just stayed there.
Simon just giggled, sliding closer to Laurence, only to gasp when he felt something against his thigh. Laurence just chuckled low in his throat, tugging Simon closer. “I like having a little spoon in bed with me too,” he whispered to Simon, who just whimpered, pressing his face into the pillow as Laurence tugged him closer.