Here Kitty, Kitty
Title: Here Kitty, Kitty
Author: Sei
Pairing: Whip/Cat
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Humor
Date Written: 9/13/09
DISCLAIMER: I own them not! I know them not! Kill me not!
Summary: Cat jealous of a cat! *gasp* xD I just couldn't resist....
Word Count: 1000-ish
"Here, Kitty Kitty..."
He heard it, and he instinctually perked up. However, he held his ground; he knew it wasn't him that the call was intended for. No, it was for that tiny little furball that Andreas had insisted on bringing home.
A low whistle followed by a couple softly growled mews had Eric biting his lip. Damn that man and the power his voice held over the younger boy! He damn well knew that he was only trying to locate the kitten, and using the sounds to lure it from it's hiding place, whereever that may be. Still, he felt himself tightening, and pressed his thighs together to try to calm his lust. He just couldn't help it. Andreas used to playfully call for Eric in such a way, and when he had it usually insured quite a bit of fun... so now that it was for an actual kitten, Eric couldn't quell the little bit of jealousy that welled up inside him.
He jumped quiltily as he heard Andreas continuing his search, now just outside the door. 'Now is not the time for these thoughts!' he chastised himself. Taking a deep breath and doing his best to calm his desires, thankful that nothing was showing physically yet, he went to the bedroom door and opened it. The sight that greeted him had him biting his lip to squash the groan that had instantly formed in his throat. Andreas was on his hands and knees, checking under the desk across the sitting room, his ass in the air. It didn't help Eric's dilemma that Andre's ass was covered in tight black leather, and wiggling a bit to the side as the vocalist craned his neck to look beneath the desk's low edge.
Eric cleared his throat, and slightly adverted his eyes. "Yo, Andi..." he called, wincing a bit when he heard the roughness still in his voice. Not that it was a bad thing to let Andreas know he was horny; he just didn't want to seem rude, when the elder male seemed worried for his kitten. The thought slightly riled Eric again, and he had to remind himself to relax.
He cut his eyes back to his lover and found him looking over his shoulder at him, a look of question mingled with slight worry. "Yeah, Eric?" the vocalist answered once the boy was looking at him, before pushing himself lanquidly to his feet.
Watching him from the corner of his eye, Eric couldn't resist giving the man a quick look up and down before again adverting his eyes. Even though he already knew the answer, he said the first thing that came to his mind. "What are you doing?"
Andreas smirked; the boy was so obvious. He could tell by the coy way he looked away, if nothing else. Eric was anything but shy, unless it came to sex. Then the boy turned up the dramatics.
He had to admit; he had been wondering what his calling was doing to the boy. Even though he truly was calling for the hiding fluffball, he couldn't resist thinking - more like, hoping - that he was getting Eric's attention, as well. Obviously, he mused to himself as Eric tried to decreetly adjust himself, he had. Deciding to play with his beloved a bit more, he turned without giving away that he knew Eric's 'secret.' Taking a few steps over to the window, he lifted the curtain, pretending to continue his search. "Trying to find Flick," he finally answered.
Eric only 'hmmed' softly as he continued to watch Andreas. He had to have noticed... the man never missed a thing. So, when he had just palmed himself in front of him and all the other could do was turn away without even a single word, Eric could only think that he was being toyed with; something he wasn't real fond of. 'The fucking tease!' Eric huffed. 'Well, two can play that game...' Nodding his head slightly in finality, he turned on his heel and sauntered past Andreas, toward the closet. "Did you check in here?" He called, allowing his voice to adopt a slightly sensual edge.
When Andreas turned toward Eric, the smirk planted on his face faltered a bit. He was greeted with Eric's ass straight in the air, as the boy seemed to search the closet floor for the missing feline. It wasn't much different than the view he was treated to on stage nearly every night, and it didn't fail to effect him in the exact same way that it always did. However, Andre wasn't one to loose so easily. Ignoring the growing tightness of his pants, he moved past Eric, toward the couch. "No, sweetness," he answered, bending over the couch to check between it and the wall. "Are you having any luck?" He growled the last word, knowing the effect it had on Eric, and glanced behind him to see Eric watching him, his bottom lip pinned between his teeth.
When he noticed Andreas looking at him, and the gleaming triumph in his eyes, Eric was quickly reminded of the game they were playing. Clearing his throat, he quickly made a show of hefting open the back on the piano he stood next to, and bending in. Desperate times and measures, and all that. "Well, since he's so small, maybe he's in here..." he called out, wiggling himself a bit to look down farther into the instrument. As he did, his already-low-riding jeans slipped down his slim hips a bit more, allowing Andreas to see the tops of the silk black boxers he was wearing.
Andreas answered with a deep growl; he had suddenly had enough. Moving quickly, he soon had Eric on his back in their bed. Before they got to far though, the all but forgotten kitten was suddenly present; staring at them from the top of the pillows, and mewing at them. Andre chuckled and reached up to pick the tiny little thing up. "So there are you," he purred deeply at it, nuzzling it tenderly.
Eric, feeling quite abused, whimpered. Damn Cat!
Author: Sei
Pairing: Whip/Cat
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Humor
Date Written: 9/13/09
DISCLAIMER: I own them not! I know them not! Kill me not!
Summary: Cat jealous of a cat! *gasp* xD I just couldn't resist....
Word Count: 1000-ish
"Here, Kitty Kitty..."
He heard it, and he instinctually perked up. However, he held his ground; he knew it wasn't him that the call was intended for. No, it was for that tiny little furball that Andreas had insisted on bringing home.
A low whistle followed by a couple softly growled mews had Eric biting his lip. Damn that man and the power his voice held over the younger boy! He damn well knew that he was only trying to locate the kitten, and using the sounds to lure it from it's hiding place, whereever that may be. Still, he felt himself tightening, and pressed his thighs together to try to calm his lust. He just couldn't help it. Andreas used to playfully call for Eric in such a way, and when he had it usually insured quite a bit of fun... so now that it was for an actual kitten, Eric couldn't quell the little bit of jealousy that welled up inside him.
He jumped quiltily as he heard Andreas continuing his search, now just outside the door. 'Now is not the time for these thoughts!' he chastised himself. Taking a deep breath and doing his best to calm his desires, thankful that nothing was showing physically yet, he went to the bedroom door and opened it. The sight that greeted him had him biting his lip to squash the groan that had instantly formed in his throat. Andreas was on his hands and knees, checking under the desk across the sitting room, his ass in the air. It didn't help Eric's dilemma that Andre's ass was covered in tight black leather, and wiggling a bit to the side as the vocalist craned his neck to look beneath the desk's low edge.
Eric cleared his throat, and slightly adverted his eyes. "Yo, Andi..." he called, wincing a bit when he heard the roughness still in his voice. Not that it was a bad thing to let Andreas know he was horny; he just didn't want to seem rude, when the elder male seemed worried for his kitten. The thought slightly riled Eric again, and he had to remind himself to relax.
He cut his eyes back to his lover and found him looking over his shoulder at him, a look of question mingled with slight worry. "Yeah, Eric?" the vocalist answered once the boy was looking at him, before pushing himself lanquidly to his feet.
Watching him from the corner of his eye, Eric couldn't resist giving the man a quick look up and down before again adverting his eyes. Even though he already knew the answer, he said the first thing that came to his mind. "What are you doing?"
Andreas smirked; the boy was so obvious. He could tell by the coy way he looked away, if nothing else. Eric was anything but shy, unless it came to sex. Then the boy turned up the dramatics.
He had to admit; he had been wondering what his calling was doing to the boy. Even though he truly was calling for the hiding fluffball, he couldn't resist thinking - more like, hoping - that he was getting Eric's attention, as well. Obviously, he mused to himself as Eric tried to decreetly adjust himself, he had. Deciding to play with his beloved a bit more, he turned without giving away that he knew Eric's 'secret.' Taking a few steps over to the window, he lifted the curtain, pretending to continue his search. "Trying to find Flick," he finally answered.
Eric only 'hmmed' softly as he continued to watch Andreas. He had to have noticed... the man never missed a thing. So, when he had just palmed himself in front of him and all the other could do was turn away without even a single word, Eric could only think that he was being toyed with; something he wasn't real fond of. 'The fucking tease!' Eric huffed. 'Well, two can play that game...' Nodding his head slightly in finality, he turned on his heel and sauntered past Andreas, toward the closet. "Did you check in here?" He called, allowing his voice to adopt a slightly sensual edge.
When Andreas turned toward Eric, the smirk planted on his face faltered a bit. He was greeted with Eric's ass straight in the air, as the boy seemed to search the closet floor for the missing feline. It wasn't much different than the view he was treated to on stage nearly every night, and it didn't fail to effect him in the exact same way that it always did. However, Andre wasn't one to loose so easily. Ignoring the growing tightness of his pants, he moved past Eric, toward the couch. "No, sweetness," he answered, bending over the couch to check between it and the wall. "Are you having any luck?" He growled the last word, knowing the effect it had on Eric, and glanced behind him to see Eric watching him, his bottom lip pinned between his teeth.
When he noticed Andreas looking at him, and the gleaming triumph in his eyes, Eric was quickly reminded of the game they were playing. Clearing his throat, he quickly made a show of hefting open the back on the piano he stood next to, and bending in. Desperate times and measures, and all that. "Well, since he's so small, maybe he's in here..." he called out, wiggling himself a bit to look down farther into the instrument. As he did, his already-low-riding jeans slipped down his slim hips a bit more, allowing Andreas to see the tops of the silk black boxers he was wearing.
Andreas answered with a deep growl; he had suddenly had enough. Moving quickly, he soon had Eric on his back in their bed. Before they got to far though, the all but forgotten kitten was suddenly present; staring at them from the top of the pillows, and mewing at them. Andre chuckled and reached up to pick the tiny little thing up. "So there are you," he purred deeply at it, nuzzling it tenderly.
Eric, feeling quite abused, whimpered. Damn Cat!