Drabble: Ocular Incidentals
Author: Mystic (is it bad when you haven’t posted in a fandom for so long you forget what your author id is?)
Title: Ocular Incidentals
Pairing: Reid/Lynch (no you can’t kill me, my journal, my pairing!!!!!!)
Rating: PG13
Feedback: Just try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.
Warnings/Squicks: Other than the pairing? Nah, well, glasses abuse
Summary: Glasses!porn A tidbit for my darling Xandry One (kitty-alex) for Christmas- huggles, dear!
AN: This is what happens when a geek!whore who spends most of her free time writing Spander gets bit by a psychotic rabibies infested bunny- and see Mys didn’t even slip into making him sound all Xandery! :-D Fair warning, though Mys really likes the idea of this pairing and has promised her Xandra-type friend a full fic in the Occular!verse for her b-day, so yeas there will be more! *insert maniacal cackle here*
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Hot punishing gasps coarsed over their equally flushed cheeks, the psuedo-steaming air of intense emotion and close proximity effectively blinding the pair. Hands fumbled, tossing fogged over glasses to the counter, unheeding of their position or frailty.
One man, tall and lean, wise beyond his youthful looks, clinging with urgency to the slightly older, firmer, rougher body before him. Sharing intellects that meshed, complimenting and sustaining each other, just as their bodies would when allowed the chance. But now, at work, stolen moments were all they had, all they could muster- it had to be enough.
“We’re leaving. I have to go. The case…” Long fingers combed inevitably unkempt hair.
“I know,” surprisingly nimble fingers traced his cheek.
The younger man shivered, remembering exactly how agile those fingers were when they were working magic on his flesh as easily as they worked the magic on his keyboards.
With a final impassioned kiss, they reluctantly separated, Spencer grabbing for his glasses as he hurried out the tech’s door.
Kevin took a deep calming breath, setting his own ‘eyes’ back on his face; the vapor from their combined excitement fading more quickly than the inner heat the brief encounter had caused. As he settled down at his station, he laughed, realizing it was going to be a long day for both of them… he just hoped his boyfriend wasn’t going to need to see anytime soon.
Title: Ocular Incidentals
Pairing: Reid/Lynch (no you can’t kill me, my journal, my pairing!!!!!!)
Rating: PG13
Feedback: Just try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.
Warnings/Squicks: Other than the pairing? Nah, well, glasses abuse
Summary: Glasses!porn A tidbit for my darling Xandry One (kitty-alex) for Christmas- huggles, dear!
AN: This is what happens when a geek!whore who spends most of her free time writing Spander gets bit by a psychotic rabibies infested bunny- and see Mys didn’t even slip into making him sound all Xandery! :-D Fair warning, though Mys really likes the idea of this pairing and has promised her Xandra-type friend a full fic in the Occular!verse for her b-day, so yeas there will be more! *insert maniacal cackle here*
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Hot punishing gasps coarsed over their equally flushed cheeks, the psuedo-steaming air of intense emotion and close proximity effectively blinding the pair. Hands fumbled, tossing fogged over glasses to the counter, unheeding of their position or frailty.
One man, tall and lean, wise beyond his youthful looks, clinging with urgency to the slightly older, firmer, rougher body before him. Sharing intellects that meshed, complimenting and sustaining each other, just as their bodies would when allowed the chance. But now, at work, stolen moments were all they had, all they could muster- it had to be enough.
“We’re leaving. I have to go. The case…” Long fingers combed inevitably unkempt hair.
“I know,” surprisingly nimble fingers traced his cheek.
The younger man shivered, remembering exactly how agile those fingers were when they were working magic on his flesh as easily as they worked the magic on his keyboards.
With a final impassioned kiss, they reluctantly separated, Spencer grabbing for his glasses as he hurried out the tech’s door.
Kevin took a deep calming breath, setting his own ‘eyes’ back on his face; the vapor from their combined excitement fading more quickly than the inner heat the brief encounter had caused. As he settled down at his station, he laughed, realizing it was going to be a long day for both of them… he just hoped his boyfriend wasn’t going to need to see anytime soon.