Short Scenes that I thought up in class.
Uh. So school was being boring and uneventful so I just wrote some drabbles all day with some TNA talent! I'm calling them short scenes because they are kinda long to be drabbles and not long enough to be a one-shot. I think I might write some gen next...
Title: I Almost Told You That I Loved You.
Author: Nadia, whowatchesnadia
Pairing: James Storm/Robert Roode (AKA: Beer Money, Inc.)
Summary: James is drunk and tells Robert how he feels.
Rating: PG, for a little cursing.
Disclaimer: I do not own TNA or their talent. But I wish I did...
Warnings: Slight angst.
Notes: Title is from the Papa Roach song with the same name. And I did not beta so if you find any mistakes PLEASE tell me. 317 words
It was a normal Monday for James and Robert; they would tape the Impact! show, then go to the bar for some drinks before it was time to pack up and go on to the next city - or more specifically, Robert drinks two pints, and James gets trashed off his ass.
"You know," James drawls, moving his wrists in a way that just makes the drink spill everywhere, which he disregards completely, and Robert smirks but lets him continue, "I love ya Bobby." He reached over and rubbed at Roberts neck, which maybe to James was sensual but to the other felt more like heavy petting.
"I'm going to pretend you said 'olive juice'." Robert grunted. He took a long swig of the drink in front of him, and he felt The Cowboy's eyes on him as his Adam's apple bobbed as he guzzled the booze.
James pouted, "Now, shit! Why you wanna do that?"
"You're drunk."
"That's not a good reason."
"But that's the reason I chose," Robert countered.
"B-but... you're not speaking what ya - uh..." James' eyebrows knitted in confusion. Robert shook his head fondly.
"You mean I'm not saying what I mean."
James' smile was bright and clumsy, "See? This is why I need you. You keep me calm and sane Bobby-boy."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do!" James persisted. "I may be drunk, but I mean it fully." And with that, he left to get another drink, but not before giving Robert a hard kiss on the lips to show him what he said was not a hoax.
Robert sighed sadly, and willed the tears threatening to fall to stay put. "And that's what you said last week." Robert let out a frustrated grunt, because he knew that he'd take James home and then the next day James would forget that he'd told Robert how he felt. And then repeat.
Title: What If I Told You...
Pairing: Chris Sabin/Alex Shelley (AKA: Motor City Machine Guns)
Summary: Alex has a revelation
Rating: PG-13, for a little cursing and some sexuality.
Disclaimer: I do not own TNA or their talent. But I wish I did...
Warnings: Slight angst.
Notes: I did not beta so if you find any mistakes PLEASE tell me. 292 words
Chris Sabin was watching the TV idly when Alex flopped onto the space next to him.
"Hey Sabin, guess what?"
Chris acknowledged Alex for a second, then turned back to the entertainment on the screen. Alex looked taken aback by the blunt rejection, then collected himself.
"Come on, Sabin. This is important."
Chris snorted, "No it isn't."
"And how can you be so sure?" Alex countered, hands placed on his hips.
The older man sighed in annoyance and looked at his partner in crime, "I know because the last time you had anything important to tell me was how you became a mother to a frog and it gave you warts!"
"Well, the warts are gone now aren't they?" Alex cried defensively.
"Because I treated it!"
"Please," Alex pleaded, "this time its really important." Chris sighed, but turned off the TV and gave Alex his undivided attention.
"Ok. Shoot."
"Alright," Alex breathed, "I'm gay."
It was a moment before Chris responded, but to Alex it felt like a year.
"No you aren't," he conceded.
Alex's eyes narrowed, "Yes, I am. I have been for a while, just didn't know how to tell you." At this point he scooted a little closer to Chris. "I've always... had these feelings."
Chris could feel Alex's breath on his lips, and his eyes widened in horror when he felt his body react. And Alex noticed it too; he smirked as he trailed his hand down Chris's taut stomach, and he grinned when he grasped the hardness there.
"Oh Alex!" Chris gasped, coming to his senses. "S-Stop!" And with all the force he could muster he pushed him off. He looked into the wide chocolate eyes watching him in cofusion, and departed as fast as he could.
Title: I Almost Told You That I Loved You.
Author: Nadia, whowatchesnadia
Pairing: James Storm/Robert Roode (AKA: Beer Money, Inc.)
Summary: James is drunk and tells Robert how he feels.
Rating: PG, for a little cursing.
Disclaimer: I do not own TNA or their talent. But I wish I did...
Warnings: Slight angst.
Notes: Title is from the Papa Roach song with the same name. And I did not beta so if you find any mistakes PLEASE tell me. 317 words
It was a normal Monday for James and Robert; they would tape the Impact! show, then go to the bar for some drinks before it was time to pack up and go on to the next city - or more specifically, Robert drinks two pints, and James gets trashed off his ass.
"You know," James drawls, moving his wrists in a way that just makes the drink spill everywhere, which he disregards completely, and Robert smirks but lets him continue, "I love ya Bobby." He reached over and rubbed at Roberts neck, which maybe to James was sensual but to the other felt more like heavy petting.
"I'm going to pretend you said 'olive juice'." Robert grunted. He took a long swig of the drink in front of him, and he felt The Cowboy's eyes on him as his Adam's apple bobbed as he guzzled the booze.
James pouted, "Now, shit! Why you wanna do that?"
"You're drunk."
"That's not a good reason."
"But that's the reason I chose," Robert countered.
"B-but... you're not speaking what ya - uh..." James' eyebrows knitted in confusion. Robert shook his head fondly.
"You mean I'm not saying what I mean."
James' smile was bright and clumsy, "See? This is why I need you. You keep me calm and sane Bobby-boy."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do!" James persisted. "I may be drunk, but I mean it fully." And with that, he left to get another drink, but not before giving Robert a hard kiss on the lips to show him what he said was not a hoax.
Robert sighed sadly, and willed the tears threatening to fall to stay put. "And that's what you said last week." Robert let out a frustrated grunt, because he knew that he'd take James home and then the next day James would forget that he'd told Robert how he felt. And then repeat.
Title: What If I Told You...
Pairing: Chris Sabin/Alex Shelley (AKA: Motor City Machine Guns)
Summary: Alex has a revelation
Rating: PG-13, for a little cursing and some sexuality.
Disclaimer: I do not own TNA or their talent. But I wish I did...
Warnings: Slight angst.
Notes: I did not beta so if you find any mistakes PLEASE tell me. 292 words
Chris Sabin was watching the TV idly when Alex flopped onto the space next to him.
"Hey Sabin, guess what?"
Chris acknowledged Alex for a second, then turned back to the entertainment on the screen. Alex looked taken aback by the blunt rejection, then collected himself.
"Come on, Sabin. This is important."
Chris snorted, "No it isn't."
"And how can you be so sure?" Alex countered, hands placed on his hips.
The older man sighed in annoyance and looked at his partner in crime, "I know because the last time you had anything important to tell me was how you became a mother to a frog and it gave you warts!"
"Well, the warts are gone now aren't they?" Alex cried defensively.
"Because I treated it!"
"Please," Alex pleaded, "this time its really important." Chris sighed, but turned off the TV and gave Alex his undivided attention.
"Ok. Shoot."
"Alright," Alex breathed, "I'm gay."
It was a moment before Chris responded, but to Alex it felt like a year.
"No you aren't," he conceded.
Alex's eyes narrowed, "Yes, I am. I have been for a while, just didn't know how to tell you." At this point he scooted a little closer to Chris. "I've always... had these feelings."
Chris could feel Alex's breath on his lips, and his eyes widened in horror when he felt his body react. And Alex noticed it too; he smirked as he trailed his hand down Chris's taut stomach, and he grinned when he grasped the hardness there.
"Oh Alex!" Chris gasped, coming to his senses. "S-Stop!" And with all the force he could muster he pushed him off. He looked into the wide chocolate eyes watching him in cofusion, and departed as fast as he could.