Strangers with Candy Fic: Double Entendre
Oh my God, I actually wrote some Chuck/Geoffrey! \0/
Words: 717
Rating: PG-13 (major sexual innuendo)
Summary: Chuck and Geoffrey talk about Popsicles...kinda
Notes: Set before they are a couple, I did complain there is a lack of these types of fics. I think I just might end up writing a little collection of stories like this about when they first met and stuff.
Double Entendre
The faculty lounge was empty save for Chuck with a copy of War and Peace on the sofa. The book was opened roughly halfway through, and it served as a decent cradle for his face as he dozed face-down. The click of the door handle being turned was enough to alert him and he sat up fast, grabbing his glasses and pulling the book in his lap for him to gaze at intently as he tried to focus his eyes. He didn't look up to acknowledge or even see who the newcomer was. He just hoped whoever it was would leave quickly, or at least be able to read his body language which he was attempting to project: I am reading a very big and important book, don't talk to me.
"Oh, hey! Popsicles!"
Chuck closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Geoffrey, the last person he wanted to have to deal with because whenever he was around, Chuck had to start dealing with other things, like that tingly sensation he got whenever Geoffrey was near.
"You want one?"
"No." Go away, go away, go away.
"Suit yourself."
Chuck stared at the word "the" in the middle of page, gritting his teeth against the rustle of the Popsicle wrapper as Geoffrey opened it and threw it away. He repeated his mental plea over and over. No such luck.
"What'cha reading?"
Chuck dared a glance up, and there was Geoffrey with a bright red Popsicle in his mouth. Casually, he pulled the icy treat in and out between his lips. With each out motion there seemed to always be a little bit more of the Popsicle wet and glistening from saliva and melting from the heat inside that accommodating mouth. Chuck stared for a moment, mesmerized. His own mouth had gone dry and his eyebrow twitched, as did another part of him. He strategically repositioned the book on his lap.
He tore his gaze away from Geoffrey and tried to find his "the" again. "Nothing," he finally replied, hoping it was answer enough to satisfy the art teacher.
It wasn't. Geoffrey plopped down on the sofa, tucking his legs beneath him. Chuck was resolutely not looking at him. Not that it helped. He could hear the soft, rhythmic slurping right next to his ear. When Geoffrey made a small moan of pleasure and enjoyment, Chuck nearly lost it. He gripped the book harder after repositioning it once again.
"This is really good! Sure you don't want any?"
Chuck knew he shouldn't have looked over. Very bad, very big mistake. Geoffrey was giving him a small, expectant smile. But his lips, those full, beautiful lips were stained red and shining. A small trickle made its way on to his hand. "Whoopsy!" Then Geoffrey licked his hand and continue to follow the dripping's course with his tongue right back to the tip of the Popsicle.
"Of course not!" Chuck's voice was nearing a screech due to his throat tightening. "I'm married!" He added in his panic.
Geoffrey frowned. "I don't see what that has to do with-"
"It has everything!" Oh God, he could feel himself starting to cry. The last thing he needed was to start sobbing in front of him.
Geoffrey regarded him, confused. "Okay...if don't want it, you don't want it. I'm not going to force you to," he said gently, with his much-practiced, reassuring tone.
But it only made Chuck's chest tighten more, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He drew his knees up and buried his face between them to muffle his choked sobbing. "That's the problem," he said after regaining a small amount of control, "I do want it, oh God I want it so bad!" He started sobbing again.
"It's not wrong to want it, Chuck," Geoffrey said with an increased soothing tone, "if you'd let me, I can give it to you."
Chuck took a deep breath. He turned his head to look at Geoffrey, his face and eyes red. He sniffed. "Really?"
Geoffrey smiled. "Yeah."
Chuck sniffed again, then nodded. "Okay."
Geoffrey's smile broadened. "Great!" He leaped off the sofa and went to the freezer. "Do you want cherry or grape?"
Chuck closed War and Peace and set it aside. "Grape, please."
Words: 717
Rating: PG-13 (major sexual innuendo)
Summary: Chuck and Geoffrey talk about Popsicles...kinda
Notes: Set before they are a couple, I did complain there is a lack of these types of fics. I think I just might end up writing a little collection of stories like this about when they first met and stuff.
Double Entendre
The faculty lounge was empty save for Chuck with a copy of War and Peace on the sofa. The book was opened roughly halfway through, and it served as a decent cradle for his face as he dozed face-down. The click of the door handle being turned was enough to alert him and he sat up fast, grabbing his glasses and pulling the book in his lap for him to gaze at intently as he tried to focus his eyes. He didn't look up to acknowledge or even see who the newcomer was. He just hoped whoever it was would leave quickly, or at least be able to read his body language which he was attempting to project: I am reading a very big and important book, don't talk to me.
"Oh, hey! Popsicles!"
Chuck closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Geoffrey, the last person he wanted to have to deal with because whenever he was around, Chuck had to start dealing with other things, like that tingly sensation he got whenever Geoffrey was near.
"You want one?"
"No." Go away, go away, go away.
"Suit yourself."
Chuck stared at the word "the" in the middle of page, gritting his teeth against the rustle of the Popsicle wrapper as Geoffrey opened it and threw it away. He repeated his mental plea over and over. No such luck.
"What'cha reading?"
Chuck dared a glance up, and there was Geoffrey with a bright red Popsicle in his mouth. Casually, he pulled the icy treat in and out between his lips. With each out motion there seemed to always be a little bit more of the Popsicle wet and glistening from saliva and melting from the heat inside that accommodating mouth. Chuck stared for a moment, mesmerized. His own mouth had gone dry and his eyebrow twitched, as did another part of him. He strategically repositioned the book on his lap.
He tore his gaze away from Geoffrey and tried to find his "the" again. "Nothing," he finally replied, hoping it was answer enough to satisfy the art teacher.
It wasn't. Geoffrey plopped down on the sofa, tucking his legs beneath him. Chuck was resolutely not looking at him. Not that it helped. He could hear the soft, rhythmic slurping right next to his ear. When Geoffrey made a small moan of pleasure and enjoyment, Chuck nearly lost it. He gripped the book harder after repositioning it once again.
"This is really good! Sure you don't want any?"
Chuck knew he shouldn't have looked over. Very bad, very big mistake. Geoffrey was giving him a small, expectant smile. But his lips, those full, beautiful lips were stained red and shining. A small trickle made its way on to his hand. "Whoopsy!" Then Geoffrey licked his hand and continue to follow the dripping's course with his tongue right back to the tip of the Popsicle.
"Of course not!" Chuck's voice was nearing a screech due to his throat tightening. "I'm married!" He added in his panic.
Geoffrey frowned. "I don't see what that has to do with-"
"It has everything!" Oh God, he could feel himself starting to cry. The last thing he needed was to start sobbing in front of him.
Geoffrey regarded him, confused. "Okay...if don't want it, you don't want it. I'm not going to force you to," he said gently, with his much-practiced, reassuring tone.
But it only made Chuck's chest tighten more, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He drew his knees up and buried his face between them to muffle his choked sobbing. "That's the problem," he said after regaining a small amount of control, "I do want it, oh God I want it so bad!" He started sobbing again.
"It's not wrong to want it, Chuck," Geoffrey said with an increased soothing tone, "if you'd let me, I can give it to you."
Chuck took a deep breath. He turned his head to look at Geoffrey, his face and eyes red. He sniffed. "Really?"
Geoffrey smiled. "Yeah."
Chuck sniffed again, then nodded. "Okay."
Geoffrey's smile broadened. "Great!" He leaped off the sofa and went to the freezer. "Do you want cherry or grape?"
Chuck closed War and Peace and set it aside. "Grape, please."