Fun Fic Friday!!!
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Prompt: Tell him something pretty
Inspired by something ESS once told (in an interview? to a fan? I remember reading it somewhere) - about enjoying watching the world cup games (soccer, ladies and gents, in 2010....) and his children running around the place, screaming "góóóóóóóólllllll!!!" and by a certain game played this friday... "góóóóóóóólllllll!!!" times five. *tries not to gloat but is very, very happy*
Góóóólllllll!!!
"Hey! What are you doing home this early!". Pleasantly surprised Luke tousles Reid's hair while passing through the living room, throws his bags on the kitchen counter and then quickly returns to the couch to give his man a proper kiss.
He immediately regrets doing the latter.
"Ewww! What is it you're having? Is it really necessary to stuff yourself with all that salt, flavor enhancers, stabilizers and colors?"
"Ah well... as long as it's according to the Codex Alimentarius...". Reid shrugs, both eyes back on the tv screen, one hand back into a bowl of peanut butter flavored whoppers. "Owwww! Look at that! Unbelievable!", he gestures wildly in the air.
Luke chuckles. "What is it you're watching?"
"Hmm?"
"What's so exciting?"
Reid frowns. Distractedly, he anwers: "The world cup of course."
"The world cup?" Now it's Luke's turn to frown.
"Mmmhmm. Soccer. Brazil. World cup. The world champion versus the runner up."
"Aha. I see. I thought I heard you complain yesterday these matches were all fixed? So why so vividly now, doctor Oliver?" Luke crosses his arms and bites his lip to hide a smile - Reid looks adorably boyish. He would like to jump him, but he knows better than to do that. Watching soccer is serious business.
"Ah! There you have it. I really thought so. Until twenty minutes ago. Now I'm not so sure anymore. Fortunately. Owwwwwww!" Reid jumps up. "See! Amazing. What is happening? Unbelievable!" He shakes his head.
"Hmmm. Who's that number 14? He looks cute...And that blue number fi-iive..." Luke drawls, teasingly trying to get some attention.
"Huh?" Reid's hand stops halfway the bowl and his mouth.
"I can see why you like watching this sport - some of these guys are really goodlooking. Great body's. Muscular, but not overly muscular. Expressive faces. Some definitely are good dancers. Mmmm yeah. Move over!" Luke pretends he's going to sit down.
"Huh? Owwww! Another one! Hmm. Almost." Unwillingly, Reid makes room on the couch. Still focused on the game, he glances to his side. "You look better, you know. And I really dislike all those tattoos."
Luke bursts out laughing. "You'll say anything for a quiet game on the sofa, won't you? I get it, I get it. I'll leave you to it. Enjoy!" And with another ruffle of the hair he gets up.
Reid grabs his hand and presses a light kiss on it. Eyes still on the tv, he softly slaps Luke's ass. 'You do! I will! Ohhhhh! Look at that!"
Luke shakes his head. And leaves the room - still laughing.
Prompt: Tell him something pretty
Inspired by something ESS once told (in an interview? to a fan? I remember reading it somewhere) - about enjoying watching the world cup games (soccer, ladies and gents, in 2010....) and his children running around the place, screaming "góóóóóóóólllllll!!!" and by a certain game played this friday... "góóóóóóóólllllll!!!" times five. *tries not to gloat but is very, very happy*
Góóóólllllll!!!
"Hey! What are you doing home this early!". Pleasantly surprised Luke tousles Reid's hair while passing through the living room, throws his bags on the kitchen counter and then quickly returns to the couch to give his man a proper kiss.
He immediately regrets doing the latter.
"Ewww! What is it you're having? Is it really necessary to stuff yourself with all that salt, flavor enhancers, stabilizers and colors?"
"Ah well... as long as it's according to the Codex Alimentarius...". Reid shrugs, both eyes back on the tv screen, one hand back into a bowl of peanut butter flavored whoppers. "Owwww! Look at that! Unbelievable!", he gestures wildly in the air.
Luke chuckles. "What is it you're watching?"
"Hmm?"
"What's so exciting?"
Reid frowns. Distractedly, he anwers: "The world cup of course."
"The world cup?" Now it's Luke's turn to frown.
"Mmmhmm. Soccer. Brazil. World cup. The world champion versus the runner up."
"Aha. I see. I thought I heard you complain yesterday these matches were all fixed? So why so vividly now, doctor Oliver?" Luke crosses his arms and bites his lip to hide a smile - Reid looks adorably boyish. He would like to jump him, but he knows better than to do that. Watching soccer is serious business.
"Ah! There you have it. I really thought so. Until twenty minutes ago. Now I'm not so sure anymore. Fortunately. Owwwwwww!" Reid jumps up. "See! Amazing. What is happening? Unbelievable!" He shakes his head.
"Hmmm. Who's that number 14? He looks cute...And that blue number fi-iive..." Luke drawls, teasingly trying to get some attention.
"Huh?" Reid's hand stops halfway the bowl and his mouth.
"I can see why you like watching this sport - some of these guys are really goodlooking. Great body's. Muscular, but not overly muscular. Expressive faces. Some definitely are good dancers. Mmmm yeah. Move over!" Luke pretends he's going to sit down.
"Huh? Owwww! Another one! Hmm. Almost." Unwillingly, Reid makes room on the couch. Still focused on the game, he glances to his side. "You look better, you know. And I really dislike all those tattoos."
Luke bursts out laughing. "You'll say anything for a quiet game on the sofa, won't you? I get it, I get it. I'll leave you to it. Enjoy!" And with another ruffle of the hair he gets up.
Reid grabs his hand and presses a light kiss on it. Eyes still on the tv, he softly slaps Luke's ass. 'You do! I will! Ohhhhh! Look at that!"
Luke shakes his head. And leaves the room - still laughing.