I come bearing Vrattery fic!
Hello everyone! I'm Nana, and I bring you all the joys that is Tony Slattery & Richard Vranch slash. :)
Title: Barf Bites Back (shortened version)
Author: Nanadiva
Pairing: Tony/Richard
Rating: Let's go with PG-13
Synopsis: As Tony & Richard perform together for a charity event (here if you're curious), Tony finds it hard to control himself.
This is the shortened version - the longer one is still in the works!
Disclaimer: These are real people. I do not own anything about them except this story.
Tony couldn’t stand it anymore. His body was craving, and it took every ounce of strength in him to keep from shaking. He felt a little spark of electricity when he slapped Richard for part of a pervious scene, and that intensified as the skit went on. He had waited years for a moment like this one to come up, and even though they were performing in front of a very real audience, he wasn’t waiting any longer.
“I’ve trodden on your cornflake again.” Richard said softly, raising his eyebrow towards the audience in a joking manner. They turned towards each other, and Tony pretended to get angry again, raising his hand up as if to slap Richard. Now was his chance, and he took it in full force. He brought his hand down on Richard’s face, cupping his cheek, his other grabbing the back of his head to pull him into a desperate kiss. It was needy and rough, Tony pulling Richard as close as he could, never feeling close enough. What shocked him the most was the fact that Richard reciprocated in an equally desperate manner. Richard wrapped his hands around Tony, clinging to the nape of his neck and back.
Tony groaned in Richard’s mouth, loving the sensation of lithe fingers digging into his neck. His right hand left Richard’s cheek, the other entangling itself within thick, sandy-brown hair. Tony didn’t care that they were on stage, he didn’t care that there was quite a crowd in the audience - he only cared about Richard and how unbelievably intoxicating he was. He reached down, bending slightly to grope Richard’s crotch, wanting to feel more that just the jean fabric that kept him tucked away. He felt Richard’s breath hitch in his throat, and he bent down to squeeze his ass in reciprocation.
Their tongues were dancing inside each other’s mouths, each exploring the other’s unique taste. Richard’s fingers were intertwining themselves into Tony’s hair, his other hand squeezing frantically at his ass. Tony could feel himself losing self-control, a very familiar tingling sensation shooting past his waistline. He could feel Richard’s moans reverberating in the back of his throat as he moved his hand from Richard’s crotch to his hip, fingers digging into flesh and cotton. Richard groaned in disappointment, giving Tony’s ass a few more rough squeezes while Tony lifted him up slightly off the ground. He wanted to just pick him up and leave the stage, continuing this elsewhere, but they had a show to perform. Richard knew this too, and as his hand slid over Tony’s microphone, they separated. Tony swallowed hard, Richard putting his tongue back in his mouth.
Tony looked at Richard, afraid his chocolate eyes were revealing everything. He let go of his stage companion, swallowing hard again, trying to regain composure and thinking quickly about what to do next to keep the audience from suspecting anything. So he slapped Richard across the face once more. Richard looked at Tony, his eyes showing a little more than hurt from his ‘quick thinking strategy’ after what he felt was the best kiss in the world. Tony looked apologetic as well, trying not to reveal too much about how he felt. That would have to wait until later. There was a slight pause again, the two of them just staring, searching each other’s souls. Regaining control over the situation, Tony continued with the skit, and Richard went back to the piano to play a quick melody for the next part.
Title: Barf Bites Back (shortened version)
Author: Nanadiva
Pairing: Tony/Richard
Rating: Let's go with PG-13
Synopsis: As Tony & Richard perform together for a charity event (here if you're curious), Tony finds it hard to control himself.
This is the shortened version - the longer one is still in the works!
Disclaimer: These are real people. I do not own anything about them except this story.
Tony couldn’t stand it anymore. His body was craving, and it took every ounce of strength in him to keep from shaking. He felt a little spark of electricity when he slapped Richard for part of a pervious scene, and that intensified as the skit went on. He had waited years for a moment like this one to come up, and even though they were performing in front of a very real audience, he wasn’t waiting any longer.
“I’ve trodden on your cornflake again.” Richard said softly, raising his eyebrow towards the audience in a joking manner. They turned towards each other, and Tony pretended to get angry again, raising his hand up as if to slap Richard. Now was his chance, and he took it in full force. He brought his hand down on Richard’s face, cupping his cheek, his other grabbing the back of his head to pull him into a desperate kiss. It was needy and rough, Tony pulling Richard as close as he could, never feeling close enough. What shocked him the most was the fact that Richard reciprocated in an equally desperate manner. Richard wrapped his hands around Tony, clinging to the nape of his neck and back.
Tony groaned in Richard’s mouth, loving the sensation of lithe fingers digging into his neck. His right hand left Richard’s cheek, the other entangling itself within thick, sandy-brown hair. Tony didn’t care that they were on stage, he didn’t care that there was quite a crowd in the audience - he only cared about Richard and how unbelievably intoxicating he was. He reached down, bending slightly to grope Richard’s crotch, wanting to feel more that just the jean fabric that kept him tucked away. He felt Richard’s breath hitch in his throat, and he bent down to squeeze his ass in reciprocation.
Their tongues were dancing inside each other’s mouths, each exploring the other’s unique taste. Richard’s fingers were intertwining themselves into Tony’s hair, his other hand squeezing frantically at his ass. Tony could feel himself losing self-control, a very familiar tingling sensation shooting past his waistline. He could feel Richard’s moans reverberating in the back of his throat as he moved his hand from Richard’s crotch to his hip, fingers digging into flesh and cotton. Richard groaned in disappointment, giving Tony’s ass a few more rough squeezes while Tony lifted him up slightly off the ground. He wanted to just pick him up and leave the stage, continuing this elsewhere, but they had a show to perform. Richard knew this too, and as his hand slid over Tony’s microphone, they separated. Tony swallowed hard, Richard putting his tongue back in his mouth.
Tony looked at Richard, afraid his chocolate eyes were revealing everything. He let go of his stage companion, swallowing hard again, trying to regain composure and thinking quickly about what to do next to keep the audience from suspecting anything. So he slapped Richard across the face once more. Richard looked at Tony, his eyes showing a little more than hurt from his ‘quick thinking strategy’ after what he felt was the best kiss in the world. Tony looked apologetic as well, trying not to reveal too much about how he felt. That would have to wait until later. There was a slight pause again, the two of them just staring, searching each other’s souls. Regaining control over the situation, Tony continued with the skit, and Richard went back to the piano to play a quick melody for the next part.