Prompt #089: Shameless Boyz
Title: Shameless Boyz
Pairing/Characters: Tommy/Sauli
Rating (Word Count): T (3x100)
Warning(s): none
Tommy’s hands are cool and slender on his body, just the way he likes it when they're close at the club. Hips occasionally grind with each other and lips meet with soft pantings, but Sauli much prefers those hands. Cliche as it sounds, the way they play along his body is even more wonderful than the way Tommy plays those guitars, because he can feel everything. Right now he turns around to feel those hands on his stomach as they keep dancing.
"Somebody's touchy-feely," Tommy murmurs and nuzzles in the crook of Sauli's neck.
"I can't help it...your hands..."
*
Sauli knows his whisper is barely audible above the music, but that's Tommy's affect on him. He reaches an arm back so he can play with his man's hair.
"Hands, huh?"
Oh, he knows that tone of voice, the one that means Tommy's planning to do something right here in this club, but of course Sauli has no idea what that is or when it will happen. He only knows Tommy wouldn't care if anybody sees them. He is shameless that way.
He waits for the other shoe to drop, and it happens when Tommy's fingers brush over his ribs.
*
Of course Sauli had to be wearing a thinner shirt, because the feather-light touch goes straight through and he feels a high laugh escape with a "Tommy, did you just tickle meee?" not far behind.
"Maybe. I mean, if you didn't like it-"
But Sauli just shakes his head and smiles. "I didn't think I was that ticklish."
Apparently that's all Tommy needs to hear. "Missin' out, pretty boy..." And fingertips start going up and down, from Sauli's ribs to under his arms and back again, even sometimes brushing under his jawline to set off more lighthearted giggles.
Shameless indeed.
Pairing/Characters: Tommy/Sauli
Rating (Word Count): T (3x100)
Warning(s): none
Tommy’s hands are cool and slender on his body, just the way he likes it when they're close at the club. Hips occasionally grind with each other and lips meet with soft pantings, but Sauli much prefers those hands. Cliche as it sounds, the way they play along his body is even more wonderful than the way Tommy plays those guitars, because he can feel everything. Right now he turns around to feel those hands on his stomach as they keep dancing.
"Somebody's touchy-feely," Tommy murmurs and nuzzles in the crook of Sauli's neck.
"I can't help it...your hands..."
*
Sauli knows his whisper is barely audible above the music, but that's Tommy's affect on him. He reaches an arm back so he can play with his man's hair.
"Hands, huh?"
Oh, he knows that tone of voice, the one that means Tommy's planning to do something right here in this club, but of course Sauli has no idea what that is or when it will happen. He only knows Tommy wouldn't care if anybody sees them. He is shameless that way.
He waits for the other shoe to drop, and it happens when Tommy's fingers brush over his ribs.
*
Of course Sauli had to be wearing a thinner shirt, because the feather-light touch goes straight through and he feels a high laugh escape with a "Tommy, did you just tickle meee?" not far behind.
"Maybe. I mean, if you didn't like it-"
But Sauli just shakes his head and smiles. "I didn't think I was that ticklish."
Apparently that's all Tommy needs to hear. "Missin' out, pretty boy..." And fingertips start going up and down, from Sauli's ribs to under his arms and back again, even sometimes brushing under his jawline to set off more lighthearted giggles.
Shameless indeed.