Can’t Hardly Wait
Title: Can’t Hardly Wait
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Terry Ward
Prompt: 43. Impatience
Word Count: 213
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They should probably be taking things slower.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Link: My Table
Victor raised his arms and let Terry pull his shirt off, then lay back on the bed and pulled the black haired young man with him. Terry kissed him like he half expected Victor to disappear at any moment, his hands clutching Victor’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Victor squirmed a little, grabbing Terry’s wrists. “Ow.”
“Sorry,” Terry muttered, tilting his head back as Victor’s lips made their way across his collar bone. “Mmm…”
Victor dedicated himself to making hickies on Terry’s pale skin, raking his claws gently down his back. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, “so stop grabbing me like I’m gonna run off.” He nipped Terry’s jaw, then flicked his ear with his forked tongue. “It won’t hurt to go a little slower.”
“Do I really have to remind you what happened the last three times we got to do this?” Terry asked, his thoughts momentarily turning to the tiny inter-planetary war that had broken out the first time, Batroc the Leaper’s appearance the second time, or the Galactus near miss the third time.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Terry Ward
Prompt: 43. Impatience
Word Count: 213
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They should probably be taking things slower.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Link: My Table
Victor raised his arms and let Terry pull his shirt off, then lay back on the bed and pulled the black haired young man with him. Terry kissed him like he half expected Victor to disappear at any moment, his hands clutching Victor’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Victor squirmed a little, grabbing Terry’s wrists. “Ow.”
“Sorry,” Terry muttered, tilting his head back as Victor’s lips made their way across his collar bone. “Mmm…”
Victor dedicated himself to making hickies on Terry’s pale skin, raking his claws gently down his back. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, “so stop grabbing me like I’m gonna run off.” He nipped Terry’s jaw, then flicked his ear with his forked tongue. “It won’t hurt to go a little slower.”
“Do I really have to remind you what happened the last three times we got to do this?” Terry asked, his thoughts momentarily turning to the tiny inter-planetary war that had broken out the first time, Batroc the Leaper’s appearance the second time, or the Galactus near miss the third time.