Chasing Amy Drabble
This pseudo-drabble (drabble and a half?) is a few months old, but I just decided to edit and post it tonight, after finding it for the first time in ages. (Seems to be a theme lately, doesn't it?) It's... really random, and based on a brief idea I had that just needed to find paper in some way. It's also, weirdly enough, the closest I've come to smut since that Ben Affleck/Matt Damon thing I don't like to talk about. Clearly, Ben Affleck brings out the inner smut-writer in me (even if his character isn't technically in this drabble).
Title: Archie and Jughead
Fandom: Chasing Amy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 150
Pairing: Hooper/Banky explicitly, another pairing implicitly
Summary: Maybe Hooper and Banky did a little more than peruse Archie comics.
Hooper likes the way Banky’s rough skin feels under his hands, the way Banky’s bones jut into the lines of his palms as he grasps at his hips, the way the muscles of Banky’s thighs spasm in reaction to his caresses. He likes the way jeans sound when unzipped with too much haste, the way sweat and semen smell against a backdrop of trash and spray paint, the way his mouth fills with salty flavor as he runs his tongue along the ridge on the underside of Banky’s cock. He even likes the pain of the pavement as it scrapes his knees, the way it leaves rippled raw indentations that burn his dark skin red. But, though he’s tried a thousand times, Hooper still can’t bring himself to like the way Banky moans a name at climax that shares only three letters with that of the man kneeling before him.
~**})i({**~ Jen ~**})i({**~
Title: Archie and Jughead
Fandom: Chasing Amy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 150
Pairing: Hooper/Banky explicitly, another pairing implicitly
Summary: Maybe Hooper and Banky did a little more than peruse Archie comics.
Hooper likes the way Banky’s rough skin feels under his hands, the way Banky’s bones jut into the lines of his palms as he grasps at his hips, the way the muscles of Banky’s thighs spasm in reaction to his caresses. He likes the way jeans sound when unzipped with too much haste, the way sweat and semen smell against a backdrop of trash and spray paint, the way his mouth fills with salty flavor as he runs his tongue along the ridge on the underside of Banky’s cock. He even likes the pain of the pavement as it scrapes his knees, the way it leaves rippled raw indentations that burn his dark skin red. But, though he’s tried a thousand times, Hooper still can’t bring himself to like the way Banky moans a name at climax that shares only three letters with that of the man kneeling before him.
~**})i({**~ Jen ~**})i({**~