Challenge 25: Research
Title: Research
Author: amedia
Team: Longcoats
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble)
Rating: R for suggestive and technical language, plus mildly erotic physical contact.
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Challenge: 25, dogs (interpreted loosely)
Author's note: I was trying to think about the word "dog" and my mind went straight into the gutter. Raise your hand if you're surprised.
Cain paused outside Glitch's lab; the scratch of a pen could be heard from within, and Glitch was muttering the words to himself as he wrote them down. Peeking around the half-open door, Cain saw his friend scribbling rapidly on a notepad. "While the traditional position has fallen out of disfavor with so-called experts, this is not the only case where experiential learning should top the dry hypothesizing of theoreticians whose work lacks insight and penetration." Glitch wrote the last word with a particular flourish and then laid aside his pen and looked thoughtful.
Cain tried to enter quietly, but Glitch looked up as soon as Cain walked in. "Wyatt!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your work," said Cain.
"Not at all! Maybe you can help me with this. I'm composing a response to the latest issue of the Journal of Personal Biology." Glitch waved a neatly-bound volume in Cain's direction. "Would you believe that some ignoramus has concluded that the standing coital alignment technique is superior to the doggy-style position?"
Cain stood for a moment with his mouth open. Finally, he said, "That's about the last thing I was expecting you to say."
"Exactly!" Glitch beamed. "He doesn't even mention issues such as depth of penetration or visual engagement. Really sloppy research."
Cain thought he sensed an opening. "I'm sure you want to compose a superior response," he said. He came over behind Glitch, put his hands on Glitch's shoulders, and began rubbing the back of Glitch's neck in small circles with his thumbs. "And that means much better research. And lots of it."
Glitch leaned back against Cain and looked up. "Do I take it that you're volunteering?"
Cain bent down and dropped a kiss on Glitch's forehead. "You can take it any way you want, sweetheart."
Author: amedia
Team: Longcoats
Word Count: 300 (triple drabble)
Rating: R for suggestive and technical language, plus mildly erotic physical contact.
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Challenge: 25, dogs (interpreted loosely)
Author's note: I was trying to think about the word "dog" and my mind went straight into the gutter. Raise your hand if you're surprised.
Cain paused outside Glitch's lab; the scratch of a pen could be heard from within, and Glitch was muttering the words to himself as he wrote them down. Peeking around the half-open door, Cain saw his friend scribbling rapidly on a notepad. "While the traditional position has fallen out of disfavor with so-called experts, this is not the only case where experiential learning should top the dry hypothesizing of theoreticians whose work lacks insight and penetration." Glitch wrote the last word with a particular flourish and then laid aside his pen and looked thoughtful.
Cain tried to enter quietly, but Glitch looked up as soon as Cain walked in. "Wyatt!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your work," said Cain.
"Not at all! Maybe you can help me with this. I'm composing a response to the latest issue of the Journal of Personal Biology." Glitch waved a neatly-bound volume in Cain's direction. "Would you believe that some ignoramus has concluded that the standing coital alignment technique is superior to the doggy-style position?"
Cain stood for a moment with his mouth open. Finally, he said, "That's about the last thing I was expecting you to say."
"Exactly!" Glitch beamed. "He doesn't even mention issues such as depth of penetration or visual engagement. Really sloppy research."
Cain thought he sensed an opening. "I'm sure you want to compose a superior response," he said. He came over behind Glitch, put his hands on Glitch's shoulders, and began rubbing the back of Glitch's neck in small circles with his thumbs. "And that means much better research. And lots of it."
Glitch leaned back against Cain and looked up. "Do I take it that you're volunteering?"
Cain bent down and dropped a kiss on Glitch's forehead. "You can take it any way you want, sweetheart."