singing in the shower (prompt fic!)
prompt fic one! for "something with a singer, or singing in the shower", as suggested by ephemera.
Aidan was not and had never been much of a morning person. He'd fallen asleep in more than one first-period class in high school, and all through college he managed to arrange his schedule so he didn't have to be anywhere important before eleven. Working a regular office job had been a challenge, but the liberal application of coffee, cold showers, and loud music on his iPod to keep him from nodding off on the bus made it bearable.
And then he met - and moved in with - Stella. And Stella was a morning person.
Sometimes this worked in his favor, as when she brought him breakfast in bed, or used her warm hands and warmer mouth to wake him up, or when she pushed him out of bed early only to join him in the shower.
These were usually treats reserved for weekends, though. So he was surprised on an ordinary Thursday morning when she woke him up by pressing her bare breasts against his back and reaching over him to slide her hand inside his boxers.
It was an unexpectedly good start to what was probably going to be a normal, boring day.
He was so cheered up afterwards, despite the ridiculous hour, that he started singing in the shower.
"Sit on my face, and tell me that you love me...."
He could hear Stella laughing on the other side of the shower door. A couple nights ago Val had come over and Aidan and Stella had tried to convert him to what Stella called the Cult of Python, and all that had happened was Aidan had had "Sit on My Face" stuck in his head for two days. And right now it wasn't even appropriate, because there hadn't been any face-sitting that morning.
"I love to hear you moralize," Stella called over the sound of the shower.
"When I'm between your thighs, what's the rest of the song?"
She just laughed again and told him to make something up. Instead, he launched into Chris Isaak's "Somebody's Crying" - the falsetto echoed interestingly in the bathroom, as much as he could hear it over the sudden sound of Stella's blow dryer - which then morphed into "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" halfway through the chorus.
He made a note to try that out when he wasn't stuck in a small tiled room listening to a blow dryer and running water.
One of the results of hating mornings and wanting to sleep in was that Aidan was capable of the fastest shower in the west, and Stella was still blow drying her hair when he rinsed off and got out. Blow dryers and wet boyfriends did not mix well, so he settled for blowing her a kiss in the mirror on his way into the bedroom.
He'd had wake-up nookie and a good sing, and while he would never actively like mornings, sometimes he could be persuaded to enjoy parts of them.
Aidan was not and had never been much of a morning person. He'd fallen asleep in more than one first-period class in high school, and all through college he managed to arrange his schedule so he didn't have to be anywhere important before eleven. Working a regular office job had been a challenge, but the liberal application of coffee, cold showers, and loud music on his iPod to keep him from nodding off on the bus made it bearable.
And then he met - and moved in with - Stella. And Stella was a morning person.
Sometimes this worked in his favor, as when she brought him breakfast in bed, or used her warm hands and warmer mouth to wake him up, or when she pushed him out of bed early only to join him in the shower.
These were usually treats reserved for weekends, though. So he was surprised on an ordinary Thursday morning when she woke him up by pressing her bare breasts against his back and reaching over him to slide her hand inside his boxers.
It was an unexpectedly good start to what was probably going to be a normal, boring day.
He was so cheered up afterwards, despite the ridiculous hour, that he started singing in the shower.
"Sit on my face, and tell me that you love me...."
He could hear Stella laughing on the other side of the shower door. A couple nights ago Val had come over and Aidan and Stella had tried to convert him to what Stella called the Cult of Python, and all that had happened was Aidan had had "Sit on My Face" stuck in his head for two days. And right now it wasn't even appropriate, because there hadn't been any face-sitting that morning.
"I love to hear you moralize," Stella called over the sound of the shower.
"When I'm between your thighs, what's the rest of the song?"
She just laughed again and told him to make something up. Instead, he launched into Chris Isaak's "Somebody's Crying" - the falsetto echoed interestingly in the bathroom, as much as he could hear it over the sudden sound of Stella's blow dryer - which then morphed into "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" halfway through the chorus.
He made a note to try that out when he wasn't stuck in a small tiled room listening to a blow dryer and running water.
One of the results of hating mornings and wanting to sleep in was that Aidan was capable of the fastest shower in the west, and Stella was still blow drying her hair when he rinsed off and got out. Blow dryers and wet boyfriends did not mix well, so he settled for blowing her a kiss in the mirror on his way into the bedroom.
He'd had wake-up nookie and a good sing, and while he would never actively like mornings, sometimes he could be persuaded to enjoy parts of them.