Two MORE Drabbles for Comment Fic
Never Too Much For Your Love, Babe
Glee, Blam, PG-13
For the prompt: to / two / too
Really, he's just playing around. They've been working on Sam's paper for hours, and Blaine seriously thinks that Sam is just being self-conscious by this point. His paper looks good. There may be a few, tiny errors - like with spelling - left, but nothing that a spell-check won't catch when Sam goes to print it in class tomorrow.
"I can never keep these three straight!" Sam complains, all the same. He looks at some of the words Blaine has circled in red ink on his rough draft and frowns.
Blaine pulls the paper out of Sam's hands and sets it aside, deciding that they need a break and hoping that Sam won't consider his segue into announcing one to be too cheesy.
"It's simple," Blaine says, "To, tee oh, is like when I give something to you." He traces the word on Sam's lips with a fingertip as he speaks.
Sam looks at him like he's crazy for only a minute before smiling, his lips moving beneath Blaine's touch.
"Oh yeah? And what might you give to me?" he asks.
Blaine grins. They're at his place, studying alone, so he is free to lean over and show Sam exactly what he'd like to give him.
They kiss.
When he pulls back, Blaine continues, "Two, tee double-u oh, is the number."
This time, as he traces the word's spelling across Sam's mouth, Sam flicks the tip of his tongue out to lick at Blaine's fingertip. Sam's eyes laugh at him mischeviously.
There isn't a trace of self-doubt or embarrassment left in his boyfriend's expression, and Blaine feels pretty pleased with himself. Among other things.
"Like if you kiss me two times," Sam says, like he's clarifying. But he's already leaning towards Blaine.
"Yeah," Blaine laughs into their next kiss.
He's too breathless to laugh by the third.
In fact, Blaine has to think for a moment to remember what they were talking about by the time Sam lets him up for air again.
"Um... Too, uh, tee oh oh, means, like, 'too much' or 'also'." Blaine traces this word into the skin between Sam's shoulder blades, because touching Sam's mouth now would mean breaking up their tight embrace, and because his hands are trapped now inside Sam's clothing, beneath Sam's shirt.
"Like if I kissed you too much..." Blaine says.
"Not possible," Sam breathes into the curve of Blaine's neck, like he knows what he's talking about.
Blaine doesn't argue.
"Dude. Best spelling lesson ever," Sam says when they (finally) return to their studies.
Blaine has to agree. In fact, he's beginning to think that it would be best if Sam stopped using spell-check at all.
[end.]
What It Looks Like
That 70's Show, Eric/Buddy + Eric/Buddy/Hyde implied, PG-13
So they stand there and stare at one another... Eric fidgeting from foot to foot, Hyde standing unsettlingly still.
"Uh... yeah. So I'm just gonna-" Buddy starts to stand.
Hyde looks at him. That's all... He just looks.
Buddy settles back into the cushions again. "Right. Not going anywhere."
"Hyde this isn't-"
"What it looks like?" Hyde finishes. "Foreman, I know a game of tonsil hockey when I see one. What else are two guys gonna do when they're sitting that close to one another on the couch? Shit, man, you even let him get your pants open!"
"What!"
Eric starts fumbling for his fly even before he looks down and sees that Hyde is just messing with him.
Hyde laughs and drops into the easy chair with its back to the Foremans' washer and dryer. He's all loose-limbed and sprawled out like he's comfortable, but there's something in his face and the set of his shoulders that tells Buddy he's really not that relaxed at all.
Buddy wishes he'd take off those damned sunglasses.
He wishes Eric would sit back down and stop looking so goddamned guilty.
He wishes he could straighten his clothes or smooth down his hair without looking like a complete tool, not that Hyde isn't already looking at him like he is one.
"So... you don't have a problem with-" Buddy starts, not at all certain that that's the reason Hyde isn't calling Eric dirty names right now or punching Buddy in the face.
"Two guys getting it on?" Hyde asks, lips twisting in a way that Buddy resolutely finds not sexy. "Naw. Now, some guy using my good buddy Eric to get his rocks off... that I've sort of got a problem with."
Now Eric plops back onto the couch, not as close to Buddy as they had been when Hyde caught them - obviously - but not so far away that it's like he's trying to obviously distance himself from Buddy or something.
It's possible that the only reason Eric is sitting, though, is that he's feeling too light-headed to stand. He looks decidedly woozy and pale as he says, "You- Buddy's not using me, Hyde." Buddy supposes that getting almost worked up to what would have been a pretty great orgasm if Hyde hadn't interrupted their bump and grind session - and then taking an instantaneous cold shower in the form of being walked in on by someone Buddy wouldn't have expected to be okay with it - will do that to you, but he doesn't miss the way Eric doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, or the way his eyes flicker in Buddy's direction for just a second and then back towards Hyde.
He wants to reach over and take Eric's hand in his to reassure him, but isn't sure that that wouldn't be pushing Hyde too far.
"I'm not just with Eric because I like fucking him," Buddy says, to reassure Eric and push Hyde all the same. 'Rich boy sense of entitlement' some of the guys at school call it - Buddy's inability to hide who he is and what he wants any more than he absolutely has to.
Eric's head turns quickly, and the look in his eyes says he'd just call it 'stupid.' Hyde's jaw tightens.
"Which is why you're only ever around when you two need to study," Hyde says with a sneer, making it absolutely understood what he thinks Buddy and Eric get up to during their tutoring sessions.
Well. He's not wrong.
"Hey, I'd be over here all the time if Eric would let me," Buddy says, and he means it. Even though the rest of Eric's friends are probably nowhere near as cool with homosexuality as Hyde is probably only pretending to be for the moment. Even though Eric's dad would probably try and kill Buddy - and disown Eric besides - if he knew what he and Eric get up to down here in the basement when they 're pretty sure that no one else is home. (Not to mention what Eric let Buddy do that one time he slept over and Buddy's parents were out of town.) Even though Buddy's not entirely certain that one day Eric isn't going to just wake up and decide that all of the sneaking around and the potential danger isn't worth it, and that he'd rather marry Donna and pop out a few children and live a long, unhappy but uncomplicated life as a straight man.
Buddy'd spend every spare moment of his time with his secret boyfriend, despite all of it, if Eric wasn't so clearly terrified of him. Of what being with him means; of where it could lead.
He doesn't bring it up often because he figures he's lucky just to have this much, but yeah.
Buddy smiles a not-really-smile that he thinks must at least look convincing and says, "Maybe you ought to worry about him using me."
"That's not really my problem," Hyde says flatly, and it's not like Buddy can argue with his objectivity. They don't really know each other.
"Whoa! Whoa... Nobody's using anybody! I'm not- I'd never... Buddy, do you really think that?" Eric instantly loses his shit. It's not the conversation Buddy wants them to have in front of Hyde (actually... Buddy'd rather they didn't have to have any kind of conversation in front of Hyde, but especially not this one) yet Buddy doesn't see anything he can do to stop it. "I don't want to, you know, get you in trouble or whatever. Ruin your reputation or something. But I'm not, like, ashamed of you..." Eric laughs like he can't see how that would even be possible. It's good for Buddy's ego. "I don't want to not spend my time with you! I'd be with you all the time too if I could," Eric says.
"Well, isn't that sweet," Hyde butts in, the sneer gone from his face but not his voice. "And it totally explains why you've never mentioned the fact that you like doing guys to any of your friends." Buddy can't even say what bothers him the most - the mocking, false cheer in Hyde's tone or the very real point that he's making with his words.
"Look, Hyde," Eric says, turning back to his friend, and sounding truly, deeply angry for the first time that Buddy's ever experienced. "We are friends, and I l- I care about you. But I don't know what you want me to say here. Okay? Seriously, what do you want from me?"
Buddy watches Hyde for his reaction closely. Tense enough to decide not to think about the way Eric's words had almost slipped.
And then Hyde says something that blows Buddy's mind.
"I want to watch."
[end.]
Glee, Blam, PG-13
For the prompt: to / two / too
Really, he's just playing around. They've been working on Sam's paper for hours, and Blaine seriously thinks that Sam is just being self-conscious by this point. His paper looks good. There may be a few, tiny errors - like with spelling - left, but nothing that a spell-check won't catch when Sam goes to print it in class tomorrow.
"I can never keep these three straight!" Sam complains, all the same. He looks at some of the words Blaine has circled in red ink on his rough draft and frowns.
Blaine pulls the paper out of Sam's hands and sets it aside, deciding that they need a break and hoping that Sam won't consider his segue into announcing one to be too cheesy.
"It's simple," Blaine says, "To, tee oh, is like when I give something to you." He traces the word on Sam's lips with a fingertip as he speaks.
Sam looks at him like he's crazy for only a minute before smiling, his lips moving beneath Blaine's touch.
"Oh yeah? And what might you give to me?" he asks.
Blaine grins. They're at his place, studying alone, so he is free to lean over and show Sam exactly what he'd like to give him.
They kiss.
When he pulls back, Blaine continues, "Two, tee double-u oh, is the number."
This time, as he traces the word's spelling across Sam's mouth, Sam flicks the tip of his tongue out to lick at Blaine's fingertip. Sam's eyes laugh at him mischeviously.
There isn't a trace of self-doubt or embarrassment left in his boyfriend's expression, and Blaine feels pretty pleased with himself. Among other things.
"Like if you kiss me two times," Sam says, like he's clarifying. But he's already leaning towards Blaine.
"Yeah," Blaine laughs into their next kiss.
He's too breathless to laugh by the third.
In fact, Blaine has to think for a moment to remember what they were talking about by the time Sam lets him up for air again.
"Um... Too, uh, tee oh oh, means, like, 'too much' or 'also'." Blaine traces this word into the skin between Sam's shoulder blades, because touching Sam's mouth now would mean breaking up their tight embrace, and because his hands are trapped now inside Sam's clothing, beneath Sam's shirt.
"Like if I kissed you too much..." Blaine says.
"Not possible," Sam breathes into the curve of Blaine's neck, like he knows what he's talking about.
Blaine doesn't argue.
"Dude. Best spelling lesson ever," Sam says when they (finally) return to their studies.
Blaine has to agree. In fact, he's beginning to think that it would be best if Sam stopped using spell-check at all.
[end.]
What It Looks Like
That 70's Show, Eric/Buddy + Eric/Buddy/Hyde implied, PG-13
So they stand there and stare at one another... Eric fidgeting from foot to foot, Hyde standing unsettlingly still.
"Uh... yeah. So I'm just gonna-" Buddy starts to stand.
Hyde looks at him. That's all... He just looks.
Buddy settles back into the cushions again. "Right. Not going anywhere."
"Hyde this isn't-"
"What it looks like?" Hyde finishes. "Foreman, I know a game of tonsil hockey when I see one. What else are two guys gonna do when they're sitting that close to one another on the couch? Shit, man, you even let him get your pants open!"
"What!"
Eric starts fumbling for his fly even before he looks down and sees that Hyde is just messing with him.
Hyde laughs and drops into the easy chair with its back to the Foremans' washer and dryer. He's all loose-limbed and sprawled out like he's comfortable, but there's something in his face and the set of his shoulders that tells Buddy he's really not that relaxed at all.
Buddy wishes he'd take off those damned sunglasses.
He wishes Eric would sit back down and stop looking so goddamned guilty.
He wishes he could straighten his clothes or smooth down his hair without looking like a complete tool, not that Hyde isn't already looking at him like he is one.
"So... you don't have a problem with-" Buddy starts, not at all certain that that's the reason Hyde isn't calling Eric dirty names right now or punching Buddy in the face.
"Two guys getting it on?" Hyde asks, lips twisting in a way that Buddy resolutely finds not sexy. "Naw. Now, some guy using my good buddy Eric to get his rocks off... that I've sort of got a problem with."
Now Eric plops back onto the couch, not as close to Buddy as they had been when Hyde caught them - obviously - but not so far away that it's like he's trying to obviously distance himself from Buddy or something.
It's possible that the only reason Eric is sitting, though, is that he's feeling too light-headed to stand. He looks decidedly woozy and pale as he says, "You- Buddy's not using me, Hyde." Buddy supposes that getting almost worked up to what would have been a pretty great orgasm if Hyde hadn't interrupted their bump and grind session - and then taking an instantaneous cold shower in the form of being walked in on by someone Buddy wouldn't have expected to be okay with it - will do that to you, but he doesn't miss the way Eric doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, or the way his eyes flicker in Buddy's direction for just a second and then back towards Hyde.
He wants to reach over and take Eric's hand in his to reassure him, but isn't sure that that wouldn't be pushing Hyde too far.
"I'm not just with Eric because I like fucking him," Buddy says, to reassure Eric and push Hyde all the same. 'Rich boy sense of entitlement' some of the guys at school call it - Buddy's inability to hide who he is and what he wants any more than he absolutely has to.
Eric's head turns quickly, and the look in his eyes says he'd just call it 'stupid.' Hyde's jaw tightens.
"Which is why you're only ever around when you two need to study," Hyde says with a sneer, making it absolutely understood what he thinks Buddy and Eric get up to during their tutoring sessions.
Well. He's not wrong.
"Hey, I'd be over here all the time if Eric would let me," Buddy says, and he means it. Even though the rest of Eric's friends are probably nowhere near as cool with homosexuality as Hyde is probably only pretending to be for the moment. Even though Eric's dad would probably try and kill Buddy - and disown Eric besides - if he knew what he and Eric get up to down here in the basement when they 're pretty sure that no one else is home. (Not to mention what Eric let Buddy do that one time he slept over and Buddy's parents were out of town.) Even though Buddy's not entirely certain that one day Eric isn't going to just wake up and decide that all of the sneaking around and the potential danger isn't worth it, and that he'd rather marry Donna and pop out a few children and live a long, unhappy but uncomplicated life as a straight man.
Buddy'd spend every spare moment of his time with his secret boyfriend, despite all of it, if Eric wasn't so clearly terrified of him. Of what being with him means; of where it could lead.
He doesn't bring it up often because he figures he's lucky just to have this much, but yeah.
Buddy smiles a not-really-smile that he thinks must at least look convincing and says, "Maybe you ought to worry about him using me."
"That's not really my problem," Hyde says flatly, and it's not like Buddy can argue with his objectivity. They don't really know each other.
"Whoa! Whoa... Nobody's using anybody! I'm not- I'd never... Buddy, do you really think that?" Eric instantly loses his shit. It's not the conversation Buddy wants them to have in front of Hyde (actually... Buddy'd rather they didn't have to have any kind of conversation in front of Hyde, but especially not this one) yet Buddy doesn't see anything he can do to stop it. "I don't want to, you know, get you in trouble or whatever. Ruin your reputation or something. But I'm not, like, ashamed of you..." Eric laughs like he can't see how that would even be possible. It's good for Buddy's ego. "I don't want to not spend my time with you! I'd be with you all the time too if I could," Eric says.
"Well, isn't that sweet," Hyde butts in, the sneer gone from his face but not his voice. "And it totally explains why you've never mentioned the fact that you like doing guys to any of your friends." Buddy can't even say what bothers him the most - the mocking, false cheer in Hyde's tone or the very real point that he's making with his words.
"Look, Hyde," Eric says, turning back to his friend, and sounding truly, deeply angry for the first time that Buddy's ever experienced. "We are friends, and I l- I care about you. But I don't know what you want me to say here. Okay? Seriously, what do you want from me?"
Buddy watches Hyde for his reaction closely. Tense enough to decide not to think about the way Eric's words had almost slipped.
And then Hyde says something that blows Buddy's mind.
"I want to watch."
[end.]