Because I'm spoiling my Tumblr peeps at the expense of my LJ/DW peeps.
Posting an excerpt of the pot prompt for great justice because I need a kickstart to get me writing a quickie. BRING ON THE KICK. COME AT ME, BROS.
"I don't think sex is going to help me relax," Tron suddenly blurts out and Sam nearly drops the key ring.
"If I thought sex was the answer we'd be doing it already," Sam says as he picks through the keys and finally finds the one he's looking for. "Need to start color-coding these things-"
His breath hitches as Tron leans in, hands sliding over his hips and sliding into the front pocket of his jeans, and nips at his left ear. Sam shivers, feels all the blood rushing south, and tries not to lean back into him.
"So why'd you bring me here?" Tron rumbles softly as he presses his fingers into the sensitive spot below the hip joint, and Sam groans, presses his forehead to the door while his hips buck forward.
"I'd show you...if you'll stop doing...that." He almost drops the key again - in fact he'd love to drop the keys and to hell with his plan, no one's in the hall right now and he's already, painfully hard - but manages to wrestle it into the lock.
That's as far as he gets.
And now for something completely different - this is seriously the greatest thing ever:
can't. stop. giggling. much love to yanagoya
"I don't think sex is going to help me relax," Tron suddenly blurts out and Sam nearly drops the key ring.
"If I thought sex was the answer we'd be doing it already," Sam says as he picks through the keys and finally finds the one he's looking for. "Need to start color-coding these things-"
His breath hitches as Tron leans in, hands sliding over his hips and sliding into the front pocket of his jeans, and nips at his left ear. Sam shivers, feels all the blood rushing south, and tries not to lean back into him.
"So why'd you bring me here?" Tron rumbles softly as he presses his fingers into the sensitive spot below the hip joint, and Sam groans, presses his forehead to the door while his hips buck forward.
"I'd show you...if you'll stop doing...that." He almost drops the key again - in fact he'd love to drop the keys and to hell with his plan, no one's in the hall right now and he's already, painfully hard - but manages to wrestle it into the lock.
That's as far as he gets.
And now for something completely different - this is seriously the greatest thing ever:
can't. stop. giggling. much love to yanagoya