0. Mostly, I wanted to show off this icon I made. *points*
1. Writer's block like whoa. I get like one sentence out and get distracted by something shiny. My brain's doing something that goes a little bit like Trek! Jooster! Joostertrek! No, wait! Fireflytrek! TorchJooster! Ianto is Jeeves and they're on the Enterprise and run into Serenity! And
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I wrenched his hand from my hip and placed it firmly on my achingly aroused arousal, which had the unfortunate and unintended result of causing Jeeves to remove his tongue. "Is there something you would like, sir?" he asked with a healthy dose of cheek, if you'll pardon the pun, and it's him saying things like this at moments like this that can make getting brought a drink dashed uncomfortable in company.
"Get on with it, man," I said forcefully.
With a fraction of a shadow of a chuckle, he got on with it, thank heavens. We started off a bit rough and graspy with a colourful phrase thrown in here and there, but by the end I'd gone absolutely to soppy sentimental pieces because Jeeves was plastered over my back and whispering and moaning, and as sweet release was at last mine, I craned my head back as best I could to watch the last bit of that ironclad control of his crumble away. It's not a sight to be missed, though everyone but yours truly will have to miss it.
"What's that bit about music?" I mumbled into a now rather clammy bit of piano top as Jeeves slowly disentangled us.
"If music be the food of love--"
"Ah, that's the one," I said. "Play on."
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guh.
um.
heh.
fic good.
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Glad you like, thankies! :D
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YUS!
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Awesome! *tries to breath*
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Oh.
My.
hawt.
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My brain. It is gone.
And I don't mind it one bit :)
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