RPF snippet: We Are Nowhere And It's Now
Title: We Are Nowhere And It's Now
Author: M. Willoughby (imaginethetruth )
Fandom: Canadian Actor RPF
Pairing: CKR/HD
Ratings/Warnings: G. Fluff. So much fluff.
Summary: HCL era. Callum loves that Hugh is totally gay for him. Hugh loves it too.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately can't control their lives, so I have to put it out there that I don't know Callum or Hugh, and I have no idea if anything to this effect ever happened. But I can dream<3 Oh, and title is actually the name of one of my favorite Bright Eyes songs. I thought it fit.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I was thinking about Callum and Hugh and how much I want them to be happy. So I wrote this.
Hugh's fingers thread through Callum's. "You've got beautiful hands," he says, tracing the long, thin bones of Callum's fingers.
"And you're a fag." Callum smirks up at him, smug little fuck that he is.
Hugh bends over slightly so that his face is right above Callum's. "You love it."
Callum shifts himself in Hugh's lap so that their is barely space between them. Their noses touch.
"The fuck are you doing?"
Callum doesn't answer him. His lips part slightly, and his eyelashes flutter against Hugh's skin.
And Hugh can't think of anything else to do but kiss him.
Author: M. Willoughby (imaginethetruth )
Fandom: Canadian Actor RPF
Pairing: CKR/HD
Ratings/Warnings: G. Fluff. So much fluff.
Summary: HCL era. Callum loves that Hugh is totally gay for him. Hugh loves it too.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately can't control their lives, so I have to put it out there that I don't know Callum or Hugh, and I have no idea if anything to this effect ever happened. But I can dream<3 Oh, and title is actually the name of one of my favorite Bright Eyes songs. I thought it fit.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I was thinking about Callum and Hugh and how much I want them to be happy. So I wrote this.
Hugh's fingers thread through Callum's. "You've got beautiful hands," he says, tracing the long, thin bones of Callum's fingers.
"And you're a fag." Callum smirks up at him, smug little fuck that he is.
Hugh bends over slightly so that his face is right above Callum's. "You love it."
Callum shifts himself in Hugh's lap so that their is barely space between them. Their noses touch.
"The fuck are you doing?"
Callum doesn't answer him. His lips part slightly, and his eyelashes flutter against Hugh's skin.
And Hugh can't think of anything else to do but kiss him.