Microfill, tw for intoxication
anonymous
May 2 2012, 08:43:18 UTC
(Smallest of self-microfills as a break in my own studying. ♥ )
“You should be writing your paper,” Erik grumbles when Charles pounces on him at two in the morning. He considers Charles’ pout for a moment before attempting to roll over and bury himself in the pillows so he can get back to sleeping. Charles pins his shoulders to the bed instead.
“I need to clear my head a bit,” he says, leaning in close, eyes gleaming.
Erik gasps sharply as Charles rolls their hips together, but tries to pull his head back, probably only succeeding in making his neck and chin do something unattractive. “Have you been drinking?” he asks, although he knows the answer; the stale tang of beer is unmistakable on Charles’ breath.
Charles smirks down at Erik and says, “Nope. Never. I never write papers while intoxicated. It would be bad form. I’m sure the professors would notice the increase in expletives in my writing-not that I know that happens in my writing. My drunk writing. Since I never write intoxicated. Ever.”
“Oh my god,” Erik says, but he’s smiling-just a little. “How have you survived to your senior year with perfect grades?”
Poking a finger hard into Erik’s chest, Charles says, “Not perfect. Not perfect. Failed my freshman econ class. Econ,” he paused to suck in a deep breath, “is the worst subject. Never again. Now, are we going to fuck or what?”
“You should be writing your paper,” Erik grumbles when Charles pounces on him at two in the morning. He considers Charles’ pout for a moment before attempting to roll over and bury himself in the pillows so he can get back to sleeping. Charles pins his shoulders to the bed instead.
“I need to clear my head a bit,” he says, leaning in close, eyes gleaming.
Erik gasps sharply as Charles rolls their hips together, but tries to pull his head back, probably only succeeding in making his neck and chin do something unattractive. “Have you been drinking?” he asks, although he knows the answer; the stale tang of beer is unmistakable on Charles’ breath.
Charles smirks down at Erik and says, “Nope. Never. I never write papers while intoxicated. It would be bad form. I’m sure the professors would notice the increase in expletives in my writing-not that I know that happens in my writing. My drunk writing. Since I never write intoxicated. Ever.”
“Oh my god,” Erik says, but he’s smiling-just a little. “How have you survived to your senior year with perfect grades?”
Poking a finger hard into Erik’s chest, Charles says, “Not perfect. Not perfect. Failed my freshman econ class. Econ,” he paused to suck in a deep breath, “is the worst subject. Never again. Now, are we going to fuck or what?”
Erik groaned.
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