My missionaries in a foreign field
Hey, guys, remember when I used to write? Yeah, me too. That was fun. I'm stealing this meme from harborshore in the hope of getting the writing juices flowing again:
Give me two characters (bandom [Panic!, TYV, MCR], Merlin, DH4, NCIS, American Idol, and maybe HP*) and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Crossovers are also okay.
* wordsindreams, you can ask for Were ( Read more... )
Give me two characters (bandom [Panic!, TYV, MCR], Merlin, DH4, NCIS, American Idol, and maybe HP*) and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Crossovers are also okay.
* wordsindreams, you can ask for Were ( Read more... )
“How you doing, McGrimy?”
Tim shoved wet hair back from his forehead and moved his head out from under the spray to yell back, “Still gross, Tony.”
“Now I don’t believe that.” Tony’s voice was suddenly much closer and Tim peeked around the shower curtain to see Tony’s leaning back against the towel rail with, incongruously, a pizza box open in one hand.
“Pizza’s here.” He waved the box for emphasis.
Tim’s stomach rolled. A full day crawling around in the DC sewer system had done a lot toward ensuring his appetite had gone deep undercover. “I see that,” he said. He tried not to breath in the smell of cheese and pepperoni but failed. It made his stomach rumble not entirely nauseously.
Tony put the pizza box down on the closed toilet lid and pulled one slice free. “Open up,” he said, advancing.
Tim backed away. “Tony! I’m in the shower!”
Tony smiled as he looked Tim up and down. “Yes, you are.”
Tim opened his mouth to object to - well to something. It wasn’t that he minded Tony looking at him like that; it was just that being offered takeout while in the shower was weird - except Tony took the chance to shove half a pizza slice into Tim’s mouth which, really, Tim should have expected.
“Tony!” Tim spluttered, except it came out more like ‘Mm-ny!’ and then Tim stopped spluttering because that was pretty good pizza.
Tony grinned. “See?” he said and held out the other half of the slice for Tim to eat.
“Fine,” Tim said when he’d finished swallowing. “I ate. There. Happy now?”
Tony shook his head. “One more,” he said, holding up a finger to forestall Tim’s arguments.
Tim rolled his eyes. “I’m not five, Tony.”
“Of course not,” Tony said. He pulled up another slice. “Open up for the USS Enterprise, Timothy.”
“Get lost,” Tim said, but he was laughing, which he hadn’t done all day.
Tony put the pizza slice back into the box, closed the lid and leaned into the shower, staying away from the spray but getting close enough to slide cool fingers along Tim’s wet collarbone and kiss him quickly.
Tony’s hair was flattening from the steam when he stepped back and Tim had to clasp his hands behind his back so he didn’t reach out and get his wet hands all over Tony’s dry clothes. “Don’t stay in there too long, Probie. You’ll get all shrivelled.”
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