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Title: Pancake Batter
Author: stratataisen
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairings: Eli/Tommy, Teddy/Billy
Challenge: Pancakes
Rating: R
Warnings: slash, and sexual situations
Summary: Eli. Tommy. And pancake batter.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, especially Eli and Tommy.
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“Why did you have to wake me up at six in the morning?”
“Because I wanted pancakes.”
“And that requires me, why?”
“You can cook and I’ve been banned from making anything even remotely related to food after the sandwich incident.”
“I know, I was there.” Eli said, becoming even more annoyed. He added the last of the ingredients to the bowl and started to stir. “Why couldn’t you get Jarvis to make these things for you?””
“Well, with Jarvis I wouldn’t get to ogle you while you make them in nothing but your boxers.” Tommy smirked as he stood next to the other boy.
If Patriot wasn’t already preoccupied with not spilling the batter everywhere he would have hit the speedster for that. “Shut up. I would have been able to put more clothes on if you hadn’t dragged me down here.”
“But then that wouldn’t have been any fun for me.” Ignoring Eli’s glare Tommy looked at the pancake batter with interest. “Can we put chocolate chips in it?”
“No.”
“Awww, but-“
“No, means no.”
“Why not?”
“You don’t need sugar.” The super-solider swatted at the pale hand as it tried to sneak a taste. “You’re already hyper enough as it is.”
Tommy snickered. “If you think I’m hyper now, wait till you see me after I’ve gotten my hands on a Red Bull.” He attempted to get a taste of the batter again; normally he would have used his super speed to get some, but it was more fun annoying Eli this way.
Twitch. “Would you stop that!?”
“Awwww, come on Eli,” Tommy pouted, one of the few weaknesses the super-solider had, “just a little taste. Please.”
“No.” Eli stated flatly, trying his best to ignore the pout that was becoming more persistent on Tommy’s lips.
“Ple~ase?”
“….No.”
Tommy leaned over and laid his head on Eli shoulder. “Pretty please?”
“…..” Eli sighed. “Fine, but just a taste.”
“Yay!” Tommy sat up and dipped his index finger into the batter.
“There are you happy now?”
“Oh very.” Speed let a smug smirk tug at his lips before bring his finger to his mouth and started licking the batter off slowly; all the while keeping his eyes on Eli’s reaction.
Patriot on the other hand had to remember how to breathe. He watched as the tongue slide up the finger and lingering at the tip before repeating the processes. Eli groaned low in his throat at the reaction the teasing caused. For god’s sake why the hell did that white-haired bastard have to be such a damn tease!?
“You alright there, Eli?” The speedster asked innocently or at least as much innocence he could muster up while he sucked on his finger.
“Just fine.” He all but growled out, slamming the bowl down on the counter with a little more force then necessary. The jolt caused the contents of the bowl to splatter every which way including all over Eli. “Great.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.”
“Oh rea-” His remark was cut short by a tongue lapsing at the batter on his cheek. “What are you doing?” Not that I mind. Gah, did he really just think that, damn Tommy and his stupid tongue!!
“Cleaning you up, what does it look like?” Tommy smirked at him before continuing, this time bring his tongue dangerously close to Eli’s lips.
Eli, being the horny hormonal teenager he was, hit his limit with the relentless teasing. In one fluid motion he grabbed the back of the speedster’s head and pulled him into a kiss while backing him up against the counter. “You god damn tease!” He growled, grinding his hips against Tommy’s, eliciting the most delicious noise form the pale boy’s throat.
“Heh, you know you love it.” Tommy lapsed at Eli’s neck as his hands mapped the darker skinned teen’s back.
“Shut up.” Eli claimed Tommy’s mouth again. He tugged at his shirt, ripping it off the lithe body. In the back of his sex clouded mind, Eli registered that the bowl that had held the batter had crash to the floor but at the moment he really didn’t care. Trailing kisses down the side of the speedster’s neck, he nipped at the junction where said neck met shoulder.
Tommy moaned, he loved this possessive and almost aggressive side of Eli. Slowly he brought one of his hands forward and slid it down the front of the super-soldier’s boxers.
“Hey, is everything alright? I heard a loud cras-” Billy stopped dead in his tracks, barely over the threshold of the kitchen doorway as he took in the scene before him. Tommy pressed up against the counter while cupping the impressive tent in Eli’s boxers. He blinked once and walked right back out the door, shutting it behind him.
Tommy and Eli both looked at the door before looking back at each other.
“Well,” Tommy said, grinning as usual. “Billy knows, and it’s safe to say that Teddy’s going to know as well.”
Eli dropped his head. “Moron.”
“Awww, but you know you love me anyways.”
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A/N: Y'know, they never did finish making the pancakes. >:P Anyhow, R&R please!!!