For darkseaglass, who was having "a day."
A spot of RickC for you sweetie...
Title: Making the Most
Fandom: real person: ricky martin
Pairing: Ricky/ JC Chasez
Prompt: 070 - storm
Word Count: 223
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Nah. Not really. Just me throwing two very pretty men together. :-D
Table of Doom: HERE
The rain beat down, hammering on the cabin’s roof, streaking the windows that stretched across the front. The sun had long ago been obscured by the clouds and Ricky was pretty sure that if he could actually see the sky, he’d also be able to tell it had set. It was dark inside with candles on most available flat surfaces casting small pools of light in an eerie flickering glow. The fire in the fireplace had died down to a warm glow and Ricky was curled up on the couch with a thick quilt wrapped around the both of them as he combed the tips of his fingers through JC’s closely cropped hair.
JC was using Ricky’s thigh as a pillow and he sighed quietly in his sleep. His dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks and Ricky was pretty sure when JC moved that there would be a puddle of drool on his jeans.
The cabin was some remote thing that a friend owned. They used it occasionally when they wanted to forget all about the noise of the city and the fans. Unfortunately, they weren’t able to meet as often as either of them wanted. Tonight, as he snuggled down under the quilt and placed a gentle kiss on JC’s temple, Ricky knew that he was going to make the most of it.
Title: Making the Most
Fandom: real person: ricky martin
Pairing: Ricky/ JC Chasez
Prompt: 070 - storm
Word Count: 223
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Nah. Not really. Just me throwing two very pretty men together. :-D
Table of Doom: HERE
The rain beat down, hammering on the cabin’s roof, streaking the windows that stretched across the front. The sun had long ago been obscured by the clouds and Ricky was pretty sure that if he could actually see the sky, he’d also be able to tell it had set. It was dark inside with candles on most available flat surfaces casting small pools of light in an eerie flickering glow. The fire in the fireplace had died down to a warm glow and Ricky was curled up on the couch with a thick quilt wrapped around the both of them as he combed the tips of his fingers through JC’s closely cropped hair.
JC was using Ricky’s thigh as a pillow and he sighed quietly in his sleep. His dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks and Ricky was pretty sure when JC moved that there would be a puddle of drool on his jeans.
The cabin was some remote thing that a friend owned. They used it occasionally when they wanted to forget all about the noise of the city and the fans. Unfortunately, they weren’t able to meet as often as either of them wanted. Tonight, as he snuggled down under the quilt and placed a gentle kiss on JC’s temple, Ricky knew that he was going to make the most of it.