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As yesterday was new fandoms day, today is the day for fandoms past. This is the fifth story of the meme payment set, a Wiseguy short (about 265 words). Thank you to
elynross for betaing this for me. No money made, no harm intended. All mistakes are my own.
Sex on the Beach
Vinnie remembers all of it: the feel of flannel sheets wrapped tight around him, warm and safe in the dark, the mattress sagging just a little on the right side, where his body had sculpted it into the perfect shape. Lying in the sand is kinda like that, warm and supportive, surrounding him. The sand shifts as he reaches for the drink Sonny holds out; he feels it drift down his bare back.
It's warm, but Sonny's eyes are warmer, devouring Vinnie as their hands touch. The icy, peach-colored drink does nothing to cool the heat between them. Sonny's lips quirk upward slightly, and the heat from his gaze intensifies; Vinnie feels like Sonny can see everything about him, and he's not sure he likes that thought. He's not sure he doesn't.
"What?" He turns slightly, resting the glass on the sand, and takes a drink from the straw. He can't see Sonny like this, and maybe that's a good thing. Right until the moment that he feels Sonny's hand on his shoulder and feels Sonny's breath ghost over his ear.
"Grab the drink. I think the bed's gonna be more comfortable, ya know?" His fingers trail down Vinne's back, and if he thought Sonny's gaze was bad, the fingers are even worse, sending a thread of want digging deep into his gut. He flushes, grabbing the drink as he scrambles out of the nest in the sand.
Sonny's eyes are dark with desire, and his smile has turned feral as he turns and heads back to the hotel; Vinnie knows Sonny expects him to follow.
For
merricatk who wanted: Sonny and Vinnie (what can I say, I'm an addict) & the prompt...well, the first thing I thought of when I read the rules was, sex on the beach--the drink or the activity, either one will do me fine. *g*
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Vinnie remembers all of it: the feel of flannel sheets wrapped tight around him, warm and safe in the dark, the mattress sagging just a little on the right side, where his body had sculpted it into the perfect shape. Lying in the sand is kinda like that, warm and supportive, surrounding him. The sand shifts as he reaches for the drink Sonny holds out; he feels it drift down his bare back.
It's warm, but Sonny's eyes are warmer, devouring Vinnie as their hands touch. The icy, peach-colored drink does nothing to cool the heat between them. Sonny's lips quirk upward slightly, and the heat from his gaze intensifies; Vinnie feels like Sonny can see everything about him, and he's not sure he likes that thought. He's not sure he doesn't.
"What?" He turns slightly, resting the glass on the sand, and takes a drink from the straw. He can't see Sonny like this, and maybe that's a good thing. Right until the moment that he feels Sonny's hand on his shoulder and feels Sonny's breath ghost over his ear.
"Grab the drink. I think the bed's gonna be more comfortable, ya know?" His fingers trail down Vinne's back, and if he thought Sonny's gaze was bad, the fingers are even worse, sending a thread of want digging deep into his gut. He flushes, grabbing the drink as he scrambles out of the nest in the sand.
Sonny's eyes are dark with desire, and his smile has turned feral as he turns and heads back to the hotel; Vinnie knows Sonny expects him to follow.
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Date: 2005-10-18 02:06 pm (UTC)And thinking about them working off that tension.
Thank you.
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Date: 2005-10-18 04:42 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon.
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Date: 2005-10-18 05:01 pm (UTC)I've had it for a while. All of the images came from Reedfem's gallery, which is always fun to peruse, although not at work.
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Date: 2005-10-18 05:05 pm (UTC)Just like the one you are using right now. *g* John really is sex, isn't he? Now I feel whiny as I don't want to work, I want to write. That blue shirt is really distracting. *g* I love your eye for icons.
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Date: 2005-10-18 05:12 pm (UTC)John really is sex, isn't he?
Oh, absolutely. I can't look at him without thinking about sex. Of course it could just be Pavlovian conditioning at this point.
I want to write too. I only work until 2:15 on Tuesdays, then I go home and work on my other job. But I don't want to do either. I want to write, and I want John to be naked when I do.
I also want you to write, and I want John to be naked when you write, too.
I don't want much, do I?
That blue shirt looks just incredible on him. He should dress like that all of the time.
Imagine him in that style shirt in black. Or a nice, deep forest green. Mmmmm.
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Date: 2005-10-18 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-18 05:47 pm (UTC)The shirt is open and John is straddling Rodney, sliding slowly down onto Rodney's cock, slower than Rodney wants him to, and Rodney's staring up at John, drinking in the sight of him, the way the open shirt accentuates his chest and his slender hips, and his jutting cock.
It's entirely possible I have spent too much time thinking about that shirt.
And, yeah, the idea of unbuttoning that shirt is total bunk material.
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Date: 2005-10-19 01:14 am (UTC)Next time, I'm writing porn.
Thank you!
Date: 2005-10-18 02:18 pm (UTC)And what pops up? This story, that's even more scrumptious than the cake! (Now I want to go sit in the sand, dammit. *g*)
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