Meta-crack
"There's no actual reason for me to be at the Emmys," Spencer pointed out. "Where are we, a fucking bathroom? There's no way a bathroom at a major awards event would be this empty for even a second, let alone long enough to fuck."
Dom shrugged. "They put us in all kinds of weird situations for the RPS crossovers. At least we're not in outer space this time."
"Point. Although I do appear to be wearing a French maid costume. A spacesuit would be at least slightly preferable."
"Preferable for you." Dom leered.
Spencer glared at him. "Do you have to?"
"We're gonna end up shagging whether we like it or not, friend. Might as well skip to the gallows."
Spencer sighed. It was true. He'd tried resisting, but they liked that even more, for reasons he would rather not consider. Better to at least give the impression of consent.
Dom waggled his fingers invitingly, and Spencer let his hips sway as he closed the distance between them. This part wasn't so bad, really, the kissing. They liked a lot of buildup, probably because they had never seen actual men hooking up. Spencer didn't do dudes on his own time, but he knew for a fact that foreplay was optional and lengthy making out did not tend to feature.
"Aw, yeah," mumbled Dom, pressing their hips together. "Mmm, c'mon."
"You don't actually have to be hard yet," said Spencer. "We've got about seven hundred and fifty words of tongue-kissing to get through before anyone's cock gets involved."
"Oh, go fuck yourself," said Dom. "I like the maid outfit, all right?"
Spencer cracked the fuck up. Dom folded his arms indignantly. "Hey! Respect my kinks and I'll respect yours!"
"My kink is tits," Spencer gasped out between guffaws.
"I bet they could manage that." Dom grinned wickedly. "Never been used for a genderfuck fic, then?"
Spencer stopped laughing. "Dude," he said. "That sounds kind of hot. I'd get to fuck a girl? I didn't know that even happened in these things."
"Well, pray for authorial benefaction next time," Dom told him. "For now, I'm meant to be flipping up the back of your skirt and slapping my cock against your ass repeatedly. You're not wearing underwear beneath the garter, are you? That could be a problem."
Spencer checked. "Nope."
"All right then. Bend over, boyfriend."
Spencer braced his elbows against the counter and submitted to the fate dealt him by the gods.
Dom shrugged. "They put us in all kinds of weird situations for the RPS crossovers. At least we're not in outer space this time."
"Point. Although I do appear to be wearing a French maid costume. A spacesuit would be at least slightly preferable."
"Preferable for you." Dom leered.
Spencer glared at him. "Do you have to?"
"We're gonna end up shagging whether we like it or not, friend. Might as well skip to the gallows."
Spencer sighed. It was true. He'd tried resisting, but they liked that even more, for reasons he would rather not consider. Better to at least give the impression of consent.
Dom waggled his fingers invitingly, and Spencer let his hips sway as he closed the distance between them. This part wasn't so bad, really, the kissing. They liked a lot of buildup, probably because they had never seen actual men hooking up. Spencer didn't do dudes on his own time, but he knew for a fact that foreplay was optional and lengthy making out did not tend to feature.
"Aw, yeah," mumbled Dom, pressing their hips together. "Mmm, c'mon."
"You don't actually have to be hard yet," said Spencer. "We've got about seven hundred and fifty words of tongue-kissing to get through before anyone's cock gets involved."
"Oh, go fuck yourself," said Dom. "I like the maid outfit, all right?"
Spencer cracked the fuck up. Dom folded his arms indignantly. "Hey! Respect my kinks and I'll respect yours!"
"My kink is tits," Spencer gasped out between guffaws.
"I bet they could manage that." Dom grinned wickedly. "Never been used for a genderfuck fic, then?"
Spencer stopped laughing. "Dude," he said. "That sounds kind of hot. I'd get to fuck a girl? I didn't know that even happened in these things."
"Well, pray for authorial benefaction next time," Dom told him. "For now, I'm meant to be flipping up the back of your skirt and slapping my cock against your ass repeatedly. You're not wearing underwear beneath the garter, are you? That could be a problem."
Spencer checked. "Nope."
"All right then. Bend over, boyfriend."
Spencer braced his elbows against the counter and submitted to the fate dealt him by the gods.