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[Old Habits.]
Title: Old Habits.
Author: Kathryn aka stickyhips___.
Fandom: Kaiser Chiefs/Franz Ferdinand.
Pairing: Ricky Wilson/Alex Kapranos.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, they belong to done_deal and archduck respectively, lol.
Rating: PG-13, for innuendo and language.
Summary: Old habits die hard, eh.
Word Count: 272
Notes: Ehehe, I got the inspiration for this after certain photographs taken at the Carling Weekend.
Alex seized Ricky from the prying eyes and cameras of the press, determined to mask any unsavoury goings-on. They’d lost interest now, anyway, having caught sight of some younger, prettier newcomers to the festival. He swept his gaze over the Leodensian, placing hands firmly on shoulders. He’d changed a lot since the last time Alex had his wicked way with him - the fringe that had mirrored his own was now absent, and there was a disappointing lack of eyeliner. Still, though, the cheeky boyish charm continued to ooze from him, and like fuck he could forget the tourbus nights; alcohol was an excuse, but not a reason. How much of a joy he was to have sex with… on a frequent basis.
Alex slid his fingertips along the legs of his acquaintance’s sunglasses, deliberately on the verge of caressing his face. Spontaneously he closed his fingers around them and dropped them to the floor, taking a long, hard look into those infinitely alluring eyes Ricky had been blessed with. His hand made it’s way to the waistband of Ricky’s jeans, hovering, barely making contact - but it was making contact.
“Old habits die hard, Ricky,” he leered, tongue escaping his mouth and licking lips, watching Ricky’s features glow in uncertain anticipation.
“Well then…” he stooped slightly, so that they were more accessible to one another. “Did you miss me?”
Ricky laughed, as though to mock the question. His arms snaked around Alex’s waist, catching the skinny man’s eye - Alex’s penchant for Ricky’s arms was far from secret. Their eyes met, the ceaselessly ascending heat between them almost catching them off guard.
“Oh yes.”
Title: Old Habits.
Author: Kathryn aka stickyhips___.
Fandom: Kaiser Chiefs/Franz Ferdinand.
Pairing: Ricky Wilson/Alex Kapranos.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, they belong to done_deal and archduck respectively, lol.
Rating: PG-13, for innuendo and language.
Summary: Old habits die hard, eh.
Word Count: 272
Notes: Ehehe, I got the inspiration for this after certain photographs taken at the Carling Weekend.
Alex seized Ricky from the prying eyes and cameras of the press, determined to mask any unsavoury goings-on. They’d lost interest now, anyway, having caught sight of some younger, prettier newcomers to the festival. He swept his gaze over the Leodensian, placing hands firmly on shoulders. He’d changed a lot since the last time Alex had his wicked way with him - the fringe that had mirrored his own was now absent, and there was a disappointing lack of eyeliner. Still, though, the cheeky boyish charm continued to ooze from him, and like fuck he could forget the tourbus nights; alcohol was an excuse, but not a reason. How much of a joy he was to have sex with… on a frequent basis.
Alex slid his fingertips along the legs of his acquaintance’s sunglasses, deliberately on the verge of caressing his face. Spontaneously he closed his fingers around them and dropped them to the floor, taking a long, hard look into those infinitely alluring eyes Ricky had been blessed with. His hand made it’s way to the waistband of Ricky’s jeans, hovering, barely making contact - but it was making contact.
“Old habits die hard, Ricky,” he leered, tongue escaping his mouth and licking lips, watching Ricky’s features glow in uncertain anticipation.
“Well then…” he stooped slightly, so that they were more accessible to one another. “Did you miss me?”
Ricky laughed, as though to mock the question. His arms snaked around Alex’s waist, catching the skinny man’s eye - Alex’s penchant for Ricky’s arms was far from secret. Their eyes met, the ceaselessly ascending heat between them almost catching them off guard.
“Oh yes.”