Playmate
Title: Playmate
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: Fluff, Humor
Warning: Slash
Pairing: Jeff/David MINOR: SebbyPie
Dedication: iwontbedenied. Because it's slightly/technically based on her Jeff and wow I slashed Jeff and she said she was proud of me ^^.
Summary: [Standalone]
"Well, how easy do you think it is to have sex in front of a puppy?".
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
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Playmate
David's head in your lap as you sit on the hotel bed is such a nice comfort. Or maybe that's just the bed considering you haven't slept (or sat, for that matter) in a proper one for quite a while. The tour bus can get so cramped, it's always such a relief when you're able to stay at hotels and reacquaint yourself with proper showers and mattresses and quiet times where it can be just the two of you.
The two of you. Alone. Not in the sense that you're alone in the back room but there's another person just seven feet down the hall or as if you're laying in bunk enjoying one another's company and in the bunk above you another bandmate is fast asleep. Right now, you're alone as in just the two of you in your own hotel room. You could lock the door and do whatever it is that your hearts desired; catch up on a week's worth on sleep or make love until the two of you become exhausted and fall asleep. Or, you could do this. His head in your lap, your hand running through his hair as he goes on quietly about small happenings in your lives.
"...And they've all got those puppies now." His sentence was finished with a small sigh and you leaned forward just enough to catch a glimpse of his eyes in a dazed thought.
"Well," you begin, "Chuck insisted on not bringing any of his puppies overseas while we're here. Pierre and Sebastien just brought their one puppy."
He scoffed. "I still don't see why Sebastien buckled and gave Pierre that puppy. He should have stuck to his own reasoning: Pierre has four dogs."
"Five now," you added simply, your tongue playing with the screw of your labret.
David's head shook on your lap
You looked down and saw his day-dreamy look again. "You're not hinting that we need a puppy too, are you?"
"Fuck no," his voice projected right away and he turned on the bed, lying on his other side so that he could look up at you. "They can have their fun with their puppies; I'll just mooch the puppy love from them."
"You're going to steal their puppies?" You can't help but chuckle.
"Of course not. But, I'll get to play with the puppies whenever the guys want to bang." The look you give is blank and questioning and he took the hint to elaborate. "I've already volunteered us as the puppy babysitters for whenever the guys want to go at it."
You sigh, shaking your head feebly. "Why would you need to do that?"
He rolled completely onto his back now, looking up at you while your hand still idly traced his hair. "Well, I wanted to be able to play with a puppy without having to take all the responsibility." You scoffed, unable to keep a smile as you thought of how childlike he seems now. "And, on a less-selfish note, I do it for the others."
"How so?" You smirk.
"Well, how easy do you think it is to have sex in front of a puppy?" His tone and facial expression remain completely stable and it's hard for you to tell if he means the question to be rhetorical.
You swallow, looking at him blankly for a moment. After all, what could you really say to that?
"Thought not," he says, apparently having taken your silence as an answer to mean something along the lines of "Not easy at all." "The puppy-sitter comes in handy."
You nod slightly and soon enough it evolves into a true nod of understanding. After all, you figure, it probably isn't very easy to have sex in front of a puppy. At least not one that seems so innocent. You'd feel guilty for quite a while if you were to somehow corrupt it by allowing it to see you "in action", as it were.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence in which you don't do much other than lay still and play with his hair some more and there's a faint smile on your face as you stroke your fingers through is hair. And as if on cue to ruin the moment, there's a knock on the hotel room door.
David's head picks up and you're slightly startled by the cold feeling overtaking the place on your thigh where the air hits the place his head had been laying. You look at the door, then down at him as he does the same, glancing up toward you. His eyes are still as he watches you, almost expectantly and you let out a huff.
"No," you start a bit melodramatically, "don't get up. I'll get it." You stand from beneath his head and take a step toward the door. "You just rest right there."
"Thanks, Jeff, I think I will," David says and moves so that he's laying where you were, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes gently.
You roll your eyes and walk to the door, standing in front of it just as another knock resounds. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here," you mutter, a bit put off at whomever is on the other side for interrupting the nice time you had been experiencing with your boyfriend. You grumble a few more things below your breath before swinging the door open and raising your eyebrow at the sight before you:
There stands Pierre, in the middle of your doorway, holding a small puppy. You giving him an odd look and before you can manage to say anything, he quickly bites his lip and extends his arms out to you. Moving by instinct, you hold out your hands and take the puppy as it is pressed against your chest and placed into your arms. You look up and without another word, Pierre turns off down the hall and reenters his own hotel room.
Stepping back, you shut the door and look down at the new puppy in your hands, your tongue toying with your labret again as the past minute reregisters in your mind.
"Hey, David!" You call over your shoulder, "I think this is for you."
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: Fluff, Humor
Warning: Slash
Pairing: Jeff/David MINOR: SebbyPie
Dedication: iwontbedenied. Because it's slightly/technically based on her Jeff and wow I slashed Jeff and she said she was proud of me ^^.
Summary: [Standalone]
"Well, how easy do you think it is to have sex in front of a puppy?".
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
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Playmate
David's head in your lap as you sit on the hotel bed is such a nice comfort. Or maybe that's just the bed considering you haven't slept (or sat, for that matter) in a proper one for quite a while. The tour bus can get so cramped, it's always such a relief when you're able to stay at hotels and reacquaint yourself with proper showers and mattresses and quiet times where it can be just the two of you.
The two of you. Alone. Not in the sense that you're alone in the back room but there's another person just seven feet down the hall or as if you're laying in bunk enjoying one another's company and in the bunk above you another bandmate is fast asleep. Right now, you're alone as in just the two of you in your own hotel room. You could lock the door and do whatever it is that your hearts desired; catch up on a week's worth on sleep or make love until the two of you become exhausted and fall asleep. Or, you could do this. His head in your lap, your hand running through his hair as he goes on quietly about small happenings in your lives.
"...And they've all got those puppies now." His sentence was finished with a small sigh and you leaned forward just enough to catch a glimpse of his eyes in a dazed thought.
"Well," you begin, "Chuck insisted on not bringing any of his puppies overseas while we're here. Pierre and Sebastien just brought their one puppy."
He scoffed. "I still don't see why Sebastien buckled and gave Pierre that puppy. He should have stuck to his own reasoning: Pierre has four dogs."
"Five now," you added simply, your tongue playing with the screw of your labret.
David's head shook on your lap
You looked down and saw his day-dreamy look again. "You're not hinting that we need a puppy too, are you?"
"Fuck no," his voice projected right away and he turned on the bed, lying on his other side so that he could look up at you. "They can have their fun with their puppies; I'll just mooch the puppy love from them."
"You're going to steal their puppies?" You can't help but chuckle.
"Of course not. But, I'll get to play with the puppies whenever the guys want to bang." The look you give is blank and questioning and he took the hint to elaborate. "I've already volunteered us as the puppy babysitters for whenever the guys want to go at it."
You sigh, shaking your head feebly. "Why would you need to do that?"
He rolled completely onto his back now, looking up at you while your hand still idly traced his hair. "Well, I wanted to be able to play with a puppy without having to take all the responsibility." You scoffed, unable to keep a smile as you thought of how childlike he seems now. "And, on a less-selfish note, I do it for the others."
"How so?" You smirk.
"Well, how easy do you think it is to have sex in front of a puppy?" His tone and facial expression remain completely stable and it's hard for you to tell if he means the question to be rhetorical.
You swallow, looking at him blankly for a moment. After all, what could you really say to that?
"Thought not," he says, apparently having taken your silence as an answer to mean something along the lines of "Not easy at all." "The puppy-sitter comes in handy."
You nod slightly and soon enough it evolves into a true nod of understanding. After all, you figure, it probably isn't very easy to have sex in front of a puppy. At least not one that seems so innocent. You'd feel guilty for quite a while if you were to somehow corrupt it by allowing it to see you "in action", as it were.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence in which you don't do much other than lay still and play with his hair some more and there's a faint smile on your face as you stroke your fingers through is hair. And as if on cue to ruin the moment, there's a knock on the hotel room door.
David's head picks up and you're slightly startled by the cold feeling overtaking the place on your thigh where the air hits the place his head had been laying. You look at the door, then down at him as he does the same, glancing up toward you. His eyes are still as he watches you, almost expectantly and you let out a huff.
"No," you start a bit melodramatically, "don't get up. I'll get it." You stand from beneath his head and take a step toward the door. "You just rest right there."
"Thanks, Jeff, I think I will," David says and moves so that he's laying where you were, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes gently.
You roll your eyes and walk to the door, standing in front of it just as another knock resounds. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here," you mutter, a bit put off at whomever is on the other side for interrupting the nice time you had been experiencing with your boyfriend. You grumble a few more things below your breath before swinging the door open and raising your eyebrow at the sight before you:
There stands Pierre, in the middle of your doorway, holding a small puppy. You giving him an odd look and before you can manage to say anything, he quickly bites his lip and extends his arms out to you. Moving by instinct, you hold out your hands and take the puppy as it is pressed against your chest and placed into your arms. You look up and without another word, Pierre turns off down the hall and reenters his own hotel room.
Stepping back, you shut the door and look down at the new puppy in your hands, your tongue toying with your labret again as the past minute reregisters in your mind.
"Hey, David!" You call over your shoulder, "I think this is for you."
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