Maturity (1/1)
Here's to me failing at anonymitity once again. ^^;
Title: Maturity
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Pairing: Mookie Morris/Sebastian Pigott (Smookie)
Rating: PG13
For: The Canadian Idol Kink Meme
Disclaimer: Probably isn't real
Mookie sits on the floor of his room, back to the wall, and strums absent-mindedly on the guitar in his lap. His eyes flutter open and he looks across the room when he hears the door open, and a smile crosses his face when he sees the younger of the two Pigott brothers walk in. He gives the older boy a small nod of acknowledgement, before looking back down at his fret board.
Sebastian crosses the room, and sits next to his young friend against the wall. "Hey."
"Hey."
"What cha playing?", he asks lightly, just trying to make conversation.
Mookie shrugs, "I dunno. Just a song."
"Cool." He leans his head back against the wall, and sighs softly.
Mookie spares a quick glance toward his friend, "You okay?"
"Hm?", he let's his gaze flick to the younger boy for a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just nervous for tonight."
Mookie shakes his head softly in disbelief, "You don't need to be."
"What makes you say that?"
"You've got a good voice, Sebastian. And you know your song, man, you've been rehearsing it like knowing it would save your life or something." He slowly lets his strumming fade out, before he slides the pick in behind the strings, and sets the guitar aside. He shifts around to sit in front of the older boy. "'Kay?"
Sebastian gives another soft sigh, "If you say so, kid."
"I say so." Mookie is glad that his words bring that soft smile back to his friend's face. "You'll do great."
"Dunno if I'll top your's."
"Mine?", Mookie replies, disbelief in his own voice now, "Nah. You'll totally own mine, Sebastian."
Sebastian shifts his position, stretching his legs out so that Mookie is now sitting between them. "It'll take a lot to top that one, Mook. Especially since I can't dance."
"What? And I can?", he laughs, his eyes trailing over Sebastian's body as the boy moves.
"I think so."
"You're crazy."
Sebastian smirks, "Maybe."
"Definitely." He winks playfully, and Sebastian responds by sticking his tongue out at him, making Mookie laugh. "Man, we aren't mature at all."
Sebastian's shrugs, "Oliver was always the mature one anyway."
For a split second, Mookie thinks he almost hears bitterness in Sebastian's voice, but he shakes it off, telling himself that those brothers are closer than anyone. However, his words leave a thin shield of tension in the air, and Mookie shivers, before jumping up, and walking over to the bed. He picks up a pillow and launches it at Sebastian who gives a muffled, "Hey!", in protest.
Mookie just laughs. "Who needs maturity, anyway?", he asks as he picks up a second pillow.
Sebastian stands, grabbing onto the pillow that had previously been thrown at him, and walks up behind Mookie, batting at him playfully, before the younger boy jumps up onto his bed, and smacks his pillow lightly against Sebastian's head. "Come and get me," he says with a smirk, just as Sebastian steps up onto the bed as well.
They amuse themselves for a good 10 minutes, playfully smacking each other, and running from each other, making a mess of Mookie's room. Their laughter seems to fill the room, and the tension is quickly replaced by carefree amusement.
Mookie's pillow smacks Sebastian across the face one last time, and the older boy backs away, dropping his pillow before covering his face, and makes a low whimper. Curious, and feeling bad, Mookie steps closer. "You okay? I didn't hit you too hard, did I?", there is the faintest bit of mocking in his voice as he asks the second question.
When Mookie is close enough, Sebastian moves his hands away from his face, immediately pouncing at the off-guard boy, and pinning him down onto the bed. Mookie looks up at him, wide eyed for a moment, both of their chests heaving with adrenaline from running and bouncing around so much. The younger boy blinks slowly, and takes a slow breath, trying to regain himself.
"Sebastian..?", he asks softly, but the older man just smiles, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Mookie's lips. The younger boy freezes at first, surprised, but slowly melts into the kiss.
Sebastian can feel himself growing harder, and it sends a shiver a warning through him. He finally breaks the kiss, and stands up. He gives his young friend a small smile before saying, "I gotta go," and taking off, scared not only for his own heart, but also for what he would do if he remained alone with Mookie any longer.
"Wai-", Mookie sits up, and looks at the door just in time to see it closing. He blinks at the closed door for a moment, before laying back down. He closes his eyes, trying to figure out what in the world just happened.
Title: Maturity
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Pairing: Mookie Morris/Sebastian Pigott (Smookie)
Rating: PG13
For: The Canadian Idol Kink Meme
Disclaimer: Probably isn't real
Mookie sits on the floor of his room, back to the wall, and strums absent-mindedly on the guitar in his lap. His eyes flutter open and he looks across the room when he hears the door open, and a smile crosses his face when he sees the younger of the two Pigott brothers walk in. He gives the older boy a small nod of acknowledgement, before looking back down at his fret board.
Sebastian crosses the room, and sits next to his young friend against the wall. "Hey."
"Hey."
"What cha playing?", he asks lightly, just trying to make conversation.
Mookie shrugs, "I dunno. Just a song."
"Cool." He leans his head back against the wall, and sighs softly.
Mookie spares a quick glance toward his friend, "You okay?"
"Hm?", he let's his gaze flick to the younger boy for a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just nervous for tonight."
Mookie shakes his head softly in disbelief, "You don't need to be."
"What makes you say that?"
"You've got a good voice, Sebastian. And you know your song, man, you've been rehearsing it like knowing it would save your life or something." He slowly lets his strumming fade out, before he slides the pick in behind the strings, and sets the guitar aside. He shifts around to sit in front of the older boy. "'Kay?"
Sebastian gives another soft sigh, "If you say so, kid."
"I say so." Mookie is glad that his words bring that soft smile back to his friend's face. "You'll do great."
"Dunno if I'll top your's."
"Mine?", Mookie replies, disbelief in his own voice now, "Nah. You'll totally own mine, Sebastian."
Sebastian shifts his position, stretching his legs out so that Mookie is now sitting between them. "It'll take a lot to top that one, Mook. Especially since I can't dance."
"What? And I can?", he laughs, his eyes trailing over Sebastian's body as the boy moves.
"I think so."
"You're crazy."
Sebastian smirks, "Maybe."
"Definitely." He winks playfully, and Sebastian responds by sticking his tongue out at him, making Mookie laugh. "Man, we aren't mature at all."
Sebastian's shrugs, "Oliver was always the mature one anyway."
For a split second, Mookie thinks he almost hears bitterness in Sebastian's voice, but he shakes it off, telling himself that those brothers are closer than anyone. However, his words leave a thin shield of tension in the air, and Mookie shivers, before jumping up, and walking over to the bed. He picks up a pillow and launches it at Sebastian who gives a muffled, "Hey!", in protest.
Mookie just laughs. "Who needs maturity, anyway?", he asks as he picks up a second pillow.
Sebastian stands, grabbing onto the pillow that had previously been thrown at him, and walks up behind Mookie, batting at him playfully, before the younger boy jumps up onto his bed, and smacks his pillow lightly against Sebastian's head. "Come and get me," he says with a smirk, just as Sebastian steps up onto the bed as well.
They amuse themselves for a good 10 minutes, playfully smacking each other, and running from each other, making a mess of Mookie's room. Their laughter seems to fill the room, and the tension is quickly replaced by carefree amusement.
Mookie's pillow smacks Sebastian across the face one last time, and the older boy backs away, dropping his pillow before covering his face, and makes a low whimper. Curious, and feeling bad, Mookie steps closer. "You okay? I didn't hit you too hard, did I?", there is the faintest bit of mocking in his voice as he asks the second question.
When Mookie is close enough, Sebastian moves his hands away from his face, immediately pouncing at the off-guard boy, and pinning him down onto the bed. Mookie looks up at him, wide eyed for a moment, both of their chests heaving with adrenaline from running and bouncing around so much. The younger boy blinks slowly, and takes a slow breath, trying to regain himself.
"Sebastian..?", he asks softly, but the older man just smiles, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Mookie's lips. The younger boy freezes at first, surprised, but slowly melts into the kiss.
Sebastian can feel himself growing harder, and it sends a shiver a warning through him. He finally breaks the kiss, and stands up. He gives his young friend a small smile before saying, "I gotta go," and taking off, scared not only for his own heart, but also for what he would do if he remained alone with Mookie any longer.
"Wai-", Mookie sits up, and looks at the door just in time to see it closing. He blinks at the closed door for a moment, before laying back down. He closes his eyes, trying to figure out what in the world just happened.