Kitchen sink science by fawsley, blue cortina with Sam and Gene
Title: Kitchen sink science
Author: fawsley
Characters: Sam/Gene
Rating: blue Cortina
Warning: silly smut
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: all the property of the BBC and Kudos
Notes: usually when I'm drugged up to the eyeballs I write like a demon. Not this time. Sorry! Have some very silly smut instead.
Kitchen sink science
‘Where’ve all these liquorice sticks come from all of a sudden, Sammy? Yer not bunged up again on all yer nancy-boy poofter rabbit food are yer?’
‘Your concern is touching, but I can assure you that my innards are working perfectly thanks to what you call rabbit food and I call a healthy balanced diet.’
‘My arse! Gimme a nice big plate of chicken vindaloo an’ a poppadom or three any day of the week.’
‘And don’t we all know about your arse and its subsequent behaviour when you do get that for yer supper!’
‘Sod off! You love my arse, in all its moods. Anyway, yer still haven’t told me. What’s with the liquorice sticks?’
‘Out of sherbet fountains.’
‘All of ’em?’
‘Yep. All of ’em.’
‘An’ am I goin’ to be graced with an explanation as to why yer spending yer Sunday morning in the kitchen, stark bollock naked, dismantling sherbet fountains?’
‘Experimenting.’
‘Bloody hell, do we ’ave to ’ave flamin’ gay-boy science disturbin’ our well-earned weekend rest? There’s a time an’ a place for that, an’ it ain’t here or now.’
‘I think you’ll find it is.’
‘Go on then, enlighten me Einstein.’
‘Here yer go then. One nice big bag of sherbet.’
‘Yes. Thank you. And?’
‘And you like sherbet.’
‘Forgive me if I suddenly find the burning need to wallop you Sam, but what the fuck are you on about?’
‘Get on yer knees.’
‘I’m warning you, Tyler…’
‘You’ll like it!’
‘Like what?’
‘Me bits, naked, all sherbety, ready to be licked clean.’
‘Fuckin’ hell, Sammy! Yer a bloody perverted genius, that’s what you are!’
‘And I doubt either of us’ll think of sherbet dip-dabs in quite the same way ever again…’
*slurp*
Author: fawsley
Characters: Sam/Gene
Rating: blue Cortina
Warning: silly smut
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: all the property of the BBC and Kudos
Notes: usually when I'm drugged up to the eyeballs I write like a demon. Not this time. Sorry! Have some very silly smut instead.
Kitchen sink science
‘Where’ve all these liquorice sticks come from all of a sudden, Sammy? Yer not bunged up again on all yer nancy-boy poofter rabbit food are yer?’
‘Your concern is touching, but I can assure you that my innards are working perfectly thanks to what you call rabbit food and I call a healthy balanced diet.’
‘My arse! Gimme a nice big plate of chicken vindaloo an’ a poppadom or three any day of the week.’
‘And don’t we all know about your arse and its subsequent behaviour when you do get that for yer supper!’
‘Sod off! You love my arse, in all its moods. Anyway, yer still haven’t told me. What’s with the liquorice sticks?’
‘Out of sherbet fountains.’
‘All of ’em?’
‘Yep. All of ’em.’
‘An’ am I goin’ to be graced with an explanation as to why yer spending yer Sunday morning in the kitchen, stark bollock naked, dismantling sherbet fountains?’
‘Experimenting.’
‘Bloody hell, do we ’ave to ’ave flamin’ gay-boy science disturbin’ our well-earned weekend rest? There’s a time an’ a place for that, an’ it ain’t here or now.’
‘I think you’ll find it is.’
‘Go on then, enlighten me Einstein.’
‘Here yer go then. One nice big bag of sherbet.’
‘Yes. Thank you. And?’
‘And you like sherbet.’
‘Forgive me if I suddenly find the burning need to wallop you Sam, but what the fuck are you on about?’
‘Get on yer knees.’
‘I’m warning you, Tyler…’
‘You’ll like it!’
‘Like what?’
‘Me bits, naked, all sherbety, ready to be licked clean.’
‘Fuckin’ hell, Sammy! Yer a bloody perverted genius, that’s what you are!’
‘And I doubt either of us’ll think of sherbet dip-dabs in quite the same way ever again…’
*slurp*