Fake News: Blame The Floppy Ear
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ptahrrificTitle: Blame The Floppy Ear
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/Pairings: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13 (foreplay)
Disclaimer: See the index.
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zelkovaserrata, who prompted "...I didn't say that out loud, did I?"
Blame The Floppy Ear
"Jon, Jon — talk to me."
With the way Stephen's hips were grinding against him as they stumbled towards the bedroom, it was a wonder Jon could string words together at all. "Stephen," he panted, tugging the back of the other man's shirt out of his waistband. "My Stephen."
"Yours," echoed Stephen, breath hot against Jon's neck as he dispensed with their belts one-handed. "All yours."
"My wonderful Stephen," continued Jon, as his own shirt was wrenched up over his head and he toppled onto the mattress, landing on his back with Stephen in his arms. "Handsome — charming — talented Stephen."
"You know it," murmured Stephen. "These talents — just for you."
"My clever Stephen. My beloved Stephen."
"Your beloved Stephen," came the echo.
"My own—" Jon groaned as Stephen arched in his embrace, leading to all kinds of achingly lovely friction. "My very own Stephen, my dear one, my cuddly — mmm — my adorable bunny rabbit, my—"
Stephen's hands left Jon's waistband to push himself upwards. "Your what?"
Jon caught his breath. "...I didn't say that out loud, did I?"
"Yes. Yes, you did."
"Um," stammered Jon. "I didn't mean—"
"Too late, Jon. Cat's out of the bag. Well, not 'cat', but you know what I mean." Stephen wrinkled his nose. "Why couldn't you think of me as one of the cool animals? Like a tiger, or an eagle?"
Lowering his voice to a suggestive purr, he added, "Wouldn't you rather have a tiger in the sack anyway?"
He shifted position ever so slightly, so that now he seemed to be towering over Jon, not so much cuddly as predatory. A bit of moonlight from the window glinted dangerously in his eyes.
"I could get used to this," panted Jon, the sight leaving him slightly breathless.
"Good," growled Stephen, and pounced.
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/Pairings: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13 (foreplay)
Disclaimer: See the index.
For
zelkovaserrata, who prompted "...I didn't say that out loud, did I?"Blame The Floppy Ear
"Jon, Jon — talk to me."
With the way Stephen's hips were grinding against him as they stumbled towards the bedroom, it was a wonder Jon could string words together at all. "Stephen," he panted, tugging the back of the other man's shirt out of his waistband. "My Stephen."
"Yours," echoed Stephen, breath hot against Jon's neck as he dispensed with their belts one-handed. "All yours."
"My wonderful Stephen," continued Jon, as his own shirt was wrenched up over his head and he toppled onto the mattress, landing on his back with Stephen in his arms. "Handsome — charming — talented Stephen."
"You know it," murmured Stephen. "These talents — just for you."
"My clever Stephen. My beloved Stephen."
"Your beloved Stephen," came the echo.
"My own—" Jon groaned as Stephen arched in his embrace, leading to all kinds of achingly lovely friction. "My very own Stephen, my dear one, my cuddly — mmm — my adorable bunny rabbit, my—"
Stephen's hands left Jon's waistband to push himself upwards. "Your what?"
Jon caught his breath. "...I didn't say that out loud, did I?"
"Yes. Yes, you did."
"Um," stammered Jon. "I didn't mean—"
"Too late, Jon. Cat's out of the bag. Well, not 'cat', but you know what I mean." Stephen wrinkled his nose. "Why couldn't you think of me as one of the cool animals? Like a tiger, or an eagle?"
Lowering his voice to a suggestive purr, he added, "Wouldn't you rather have a tiger in the sack anyway?"
He shifted position ever so slightly, so that now he seemed to be towering over Jon, not so much cuddly as predatory. A bit of moonlight from the window glinted dangerously in his eyes.
"I could get used to this," panted Jon, the sight leaving him slightly breathless.
"Good," growled Stephen, and pounced.
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Date: 2009-05-09 09:11 pm (UTC)I was online when you posted this, I think, and I spotted a typo, and went to tell you about it (I had a whole paragraph written on how I could be the Typo Police, with a little hat and everything!) but then I refreshed and it was fixed! Great coincidence? Or the *greatest* coincidence?
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Date: 2009-05-09 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-09 11:51 pm (UTC)Very fun and sexy. :D
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Date: 2009-05-10 12:41 am (UTC)(Cute + teh hawts = amaaaaaazing)
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Date: 2009-05-10 03:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-10 08:03 am (UTC)Psh. I'm a typo ninja. I take down the typos and vanish into the night before the Typo Police even arrive on the scene =P
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Date: 2009-05-10 01:47 pm (UTC)Awww, you're a tiger Stephen, of course you are.
After reading that, I realised how awesome the title really was. You're brilliant.
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Date: 2009-05-10 02:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-11 01:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-12 06:43 am (UTC)