RP: Birthday Bunny
Date: 31 March 2001
Characters: Theo, Terrence
Status: Private
Summary: Terrence and Theo fly to Rio. Party, boys, party!
Completion: Complete
Somewhere in the back of Terrence's mind, he was aware that today was the day he found himself a year older. He knew it because he'd gone to bed thinking about nothing else. Theo had this huge party planned for him, after all, and he knew that the day was going to be chock full of running about getting loads of things done, excitement and fancy dress and lots of food and not-quite-legal substances and travel and dancing and hopefully lots of fun. His mind had been full of it when he'd finally headed to bed, feeling rather like he imagined a child felt on Christmas Eve, too excited and anticipatory to sleep. He'd not really gotten too excited about holidays when he was younger, because birthdays and Christmases and the like were all just huge family gatherings where a lot of strangers gave him presents he didn't really want and his cousins pinched him a lot "to help him grow" and his parents might've paid a bit more attention to him than usual. And then he'd gone off to Hogwarts and his birthdays hadn't really been marked at all.
But this year was going to be different, because this year he got to spend it with Theo, and presumably other people who actually cared he was there -- Luna, maybe, and Neville and Cormac and Pansy and maybe even Harry -- and that automatically made it worth looking forward to, much more than before. He'd finally managed to get to sleep, for once after Theo had, and had dreamed about masks and dancing and plumes of fragrant smoke and licking chocolate cake off Theo's collarbones and of Theo's mouth hot and wet against his lips and his throat and his nipples and around his cock.
Only that last part was rather more real than a dream, and so he was only half-surprised, and in an entirely pleasant sort of way, when he started to swim regretfully out of sleep only to find that he hadn't dreamed that last bit at all.
"Nnnnngh," he said eloquently, voice hoarse and gravelly from sleep and muscles not really awake enough to cooperate as he fumbled against the pillows, trying to prop himself up so he could watch his cock disappearing into Theo's mouth and the intent, wicked look he knew was burning in Theo's eyes.
Characters: Theo, Terrence
Status: Private
Summary: Terrence and Theo fly to Rio. Party, boys, party!
Completion: Complete
Somewhere in the back of Terrence's mind, he was aware that today was the day he found himself a year older. He knew it because he'd gone to bed thinking about nothing else. Theo had this huge party planned for him, after all, and he knew that the day was going to be chock full of running about getting loads of things done, excitement and fancy dress and lots of food and not-quite-legal substances and travel and dancing and hopefully lots of fun. His mind had been full of it when he'd finally headed to bed, feeling rather like he imagined a child felt on Christmas Eve, too excited and anticipatory to sleep. He'd not really gotten too excited about holidays when he was younger, because birthdays and Christmases and the like were all just huge family gatherings where a lot of strangers gave him presents he didn't really want and his cousins pinched him a lot "to help him grow" and his parents might've paid a bit more attention to him than usual. And then he'd gone off to Hogwarts and his birthdays hadn't really been marked at all.
But this year was going to be different, because this year he got to spend it with Theo, and presumably other people who actually cared he was there -- Luna, maybe, and Neville and Cormac and Pansy and maybe even Harry -- and that automatically made it worth looking forward to, much more than before. He'd finally managed to get to sleep, for once after Theo had, and had dreamed about masks and dancing and plumes of fragrant smoke and licking chocolate cake off Theo's collarbones and of Theo's mouth hot and wet against his lips and his throat and his nipples and around his cock.
Only that last part was rather more real than a dream, and so he was only half-surprised, and in an entirely pleasant sort of way, when he started to swim regretfully out of sleep only to find that he hadn't dreamed that last bit at all.
"Nnnnngh," he said eloquently, voice hoarse and gravelly from sleep and muscles not really awake enough to cooperate as he fumbled against the pillows, trying to prop himself up so he could watch his cock disappearing into Theo's mouth and the intent, wicked look he knew was burning in Theo's eyes.