Drabble: Brassidy: Marked
Title: Marked
Pairing: Brad Bell/Cassidy Haley
Author: wakingnitemarex
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: This is simply a work of fiction. Which means that it's not real.
Author's Notes: A submission for the fifth cassidyfanworks drabble prompt (skin).
I don't love it, but I don't hate it. It's just okay, imo. Semi-based on these pictures. Cut lyrics are from Skin (Sara Beth) by Rascal Flatts and have NOTHING to do with the prompt. But. I keep getting it stuck in my head.
Cassidy smiles as his fingers trail along Brad’s neck, stopping just above the knot of the bandana he’s wearing to cover the marks Cassidy had left on his skin the night before. He kisses Brad’s cheek, lightly closing his hand around the younger man’s throat before gently tugging at the fabric, oblivious to the fact that Das has his camera out until he sees the flash.
Brad looks up, shifting slightly as he gives their friend a snarky warning, cutting himself off with a gasp as Cassidy’s gropes his crotch and Das snaps another photo.
“Jackasses,” he glares, laughing softly.
Pairing: Brad Bell/Cassidy Haley
Author: wakingnitemarex
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: This is simply a work of fiction. Which means that it's not real.
Author's Notes: A submission for the fifth cassidyfanworks drabble prompt (skin).
I don't love it, but I don't hate it. It's just okay, imo. Semi-based on these pictures. Cut lyrics are from Skin (Sara Beth) by Rascal Flatts and have NOTHING to do with the prompt. But. I keep getting it stuck in my head.
Cassidy smiles as his fingers trail along Brad’s neck, stopping just above the knot of the bandana he’s wearing to cover the marks Cassidy had left on his skin the night before. He kisses Brad’s cheek, lightly closing his hand around the younger man’s throat before gently tugging at the fabric, oblivious to the fact that Das has his camera out until he sees the flash.
Brad looks up, shifting slightly as he gives their friend a snarky warning, cutting himself off with a gasp as Cassidy’s gropes his crotch and Das snaps another photo.
“Jackasses,” he glares, laughing softly.