Blueberry Yoghurt #18
Author: Regret
Rating: 15
Story: Radial: Unravel
Challenge: Blueberry Yoghurt #18 - Negotiation
Word Count: 137
Summary: Alex wants something, Milos wants something; it's just a matter of working out a transaction.
Notes: I was going through some documents at work and this insinuated its way into my head. Amused me, so I wrote it down... Sits somewhere between Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking? and Ectopic (This new year's resolution to write [pseudo]smut seems to be running off with me. Also, that last sentence very almost ended up being "anyone". *grins*)
“I said just once- You said just once...”
“Yes, but you’re here, and-”
“You want me to charge you?”
He snorted hot breath against his skin and slid his thigh between Milos’s legs, pressing him to the wall. “You wouldn’t.”
He was right. He didn’t fancy trying to explain why Alex was-inevitably-claiming sex on his expenses. “I thought you weren’t gay.”
“I’m not.”
“Then get your hands out my pants.”
“No. I want to fuck and for you I’ll make an exception.”
“What do I get out of it?”
“You get laid.”
“No deal.”
“Okay. How about, this is the last time. Promise. Good enough?”
“Deal.”
Alex’s hands were already at his zip, pushing Milos’s jeans down his hips. “Thought you said you weren’t gay?”
“I’m not. But I’ll do anything for a quiet life.”
Rating: 15
Story: Radial: Unravel
Challenge: Blueberry Yoghurt #18 - Negotiation
Word Count: 137
Summary: Alex wants something, Milos wants something; it's just a matter of working out a transaction.
Notes: I was going through some documents at work and this insinuated its way into my head. Amused me, so I wrote it down... Sits somewhere between Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking? and Ectopic (This new year's resolution to write [pseudo]smut seems to be running off with me. Also, that last sentence very almost ended up being "anyone". *grins*)
“I said just once- You said just once...”
“Yes, but you’re here, and-”
“You want me to charge you?”
He snorted hot breath against his skin and slid his thigh between Milos’s legs, pressing him to the wall. “You wouldn’t.”
He was right. He didn’t fancy trying to explain why Alex was-inevitably-claiming sex on his expenses. “I thought you weren’t gay.”
“I’m not.”
“Then get your hands out my pants.”
“No. I want to fuck and for you I’ll make an exception.”
“What do I get out of it?”
“You get laid.”
“No deal.”
“Okay. How about, this is the last time. Promise. Good enough?”
“Deal.”
Alex’s hands were already at his zip, pushing Milos’s jeans down his hips. “Thought you said you weren’t gay?”
“I’m not. But I’ll do anything for a quiet life.”