Three-Day Weekend Prompt Snippets
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rsadelleHaving a job again means I once again have real three-day weekends. It also means that as I've been adjusting to working, the only writing I've been doing is on very long projects (all three of them are over 40,000 words now), and I could use some creative refreshment. Therefore: three-day weekend prompt snippets!
Leave me a prompt by, say, Saturday evening, and I will write you something by Monday night. Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers welcome. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane. I may write other fandoms; feel free to ask if you want something else. I may veer from your prompt. I will take lyric prompts, but be forewarned that I'm not necessarily good at them. I make no promises about length, but in the past prompt snippets have tended to be 300-3000 words. If there are a lot of prompts, filling them may stretch into next weekend.
Leave me a prompt by, say, Saturday evening, and I will write you something by Monday night. Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers welcome. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane. I may write other fandoms; feel free to ask if you want something else. I may veer from your prompt. I will take lyric prompts, but be forewarned that I'm not necessarily good at them. I make no promises about length, but in the past prompt snippets have tended to be 300-3000 words. If there are a lot of prompts, filling them may stretch into next weekend.
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Date: 2013-05-24 03:53 pm (UTC)You Make Me Smile (1/5)
Date: 2013-05-27 05:26 pm (UTC)Mike goes looking for Jeff after his workout. He knows she's here somewhere, probably, after he looks everywhere else and doesn't find her, behind the closed doors in the doc's office. If she's stuck in with them, it could be a while; Jeff always complains about the docs being overcareful with her.
Mike goes to get something to eat and texts Jeff to let her know to come find him when she's done.
"I thought you and Carts would be sewn together at the hip by now," Dewey says from across the room, like he's one to talk. Lewie's on the couch next to him in a room full of empty seats.
"She's still doing her stuff," Mike says, with a gesture as vague as what he knows about what kind of stuff Jeff is stuck doing.
Mike keeps half an eye on the door, so he sees it when Jeff comes in. She's smiling already, at whoever is behind her in the hall giving the tour, and then she looks into the room and smiles at Mike. It doesn't stop him in his tracks, because he's already on his way to her and his body keeps moving, but it makes him realize it's the first time he's really seen her happy since the last time they won a game together in Philly.
"Hey," she says.
"Hey," Mike mocks back, just to be a dick.
Jeff rolls her eyes and hugs him tightly.
Mike hugs her back just as tight. "Glad you're here, Cartsy."
They haven't even been hugging for that long when Dewey calls, "Get a room!"
Mike lets go of Jeff with one arm so he can flip Dewey off.
Dewey laughs like this is the best time he's ever had and comes over to them. "They brought you here to score, right?"
"Not with you," Jeff says. She greets Dewey with a half handshake, half hug that pulls her away from Mike. "Good to see you, man."
"It's been for-fucking-ever," Dewey says. It hasn't. "Rick here has been miserable." He hasn't.
Jeff eyes Mike and says, "Rick?"
Mike rolls his eyes, and Jeff gives him a smile that equates to her giving him shit for it.
"Jessica," Mike says pointedly.
"But no one calls me that," Jeff says, which is mostly true. Only her mom, strangers, and assholes who don't learn any better call her that. Maybe a boyfriend or two; Mike doesn't know that one for sure.
Brownie joined them at some point, and he's standing next to Dewey waiting patiently for them to be done.
Jeff turns away from Mike with a smile, still so much happier than he's seen her in so long.
"Hi," Brownie says, and he gives her the same kind of handshake he gave Mike when Mike was new. "Welcome to the team."
"Thanks," Jeff says.
"Let me know if anyone gives you shit," Brownie says, and Mike can feel himself tensing and see it in Jeff - she can take care of herself - before Brownie finishes his sentence with, "I can have Lewie send Dewey to his room." He finishes it off with a cuff to the back of Dewey's head.
Mike leaves Dewey and Brownie to scuffle it out and asks Jeff, "Wanna get out of here?"
Jeff glances across the room at the clock. "Can't. Press in a couple of hours, and other shit they want me to do before then." Her stomach growls, and Mike elbows her.
"Come on. There's food."
She grabs a plate and sits with him to eat.
"How was all your stuff this morning?"
"Same shit, different city," Jeff says. "It's like they think I haven't figured out how to use condoms."
Mike doesn't bring up the time they never talk about. They don't talk about it, and it was half a dozen years ago.
"Fuck them," he says instead, and gets a quick grin out of Jeff for it.
You Make Me Smile (2/5)
Date: 2013-05-27 05:26 pm (UTC)Mike joins her in front of the fridge. "I think there's spaghetti in the cupboard. No sauce though."
Jeff's shoulders get very judgmental.
"In case you didn't notice," Mike says, "I haven't been home very much for the last week."
Jeff closes the fridge and turns to look at him. It's a very judgmental look. "I'm not cooking for us because I'm a girl."
Mike stares at her and then hits her shoulder. "What the fuck did they do to you in Ohio?" They've known each other their entire adult lives and this isn't the first time they've lived together; she should know he knows better than that. "You're cooking for us because you're better at it than I am and I'm nice enough to let you live in my house."
Jeff shoves him. "You'd let me do that anyway. You're grocery shopping with me."
Mike makes a face at her, but he doesn't really mind, and the look she gives him means she knows it.
They argue companionably over spaghetti sauce and cereal, grocery cart between them and no one paying any fucking attention to them.
"I'm cooking," Jeff says, and she puts her choice of spaghetti sauce in the cart. "My decision." She smirks at him. "Unless you want to cook."
Mike does not want to cook, and Jeff knows that as well as he does. He gets the cereal he wants anyway. They can have two kinds of cereal in the house.
He doesn't even regret it when Lewie comes over and chirps them for having Lucky Charms and Jeff smirks, happiness showing around the edges of it, and says, "Those are Richie's."
You Make Me Smile (3/5)
Date: 2013-05-27 05:27 pm (UTC)At first he thinks that can't be right because he's supposed to have a ring, but they don't get them until next season. Then he realizes it's all wrong to be that ring anyway. It's a plain, heavy, gold band wrapped around his ring finger.
Mike swallows down his laughter. Is he really such a cliche that he got married in Vegas? What was he thinking? Why is he still wearing clothes? Why didn't Jeff stop him?
Then he blinks, and remembers the other hands sliding the ring on his finger. Hands he's seen tying skates, petting his dog, stirring pasta on his stove. Of course it's Jeff. Of course they were fucking idiots and he and Jeff got married last night. This morning. Whatever. Mike doesn't even know what time it is now.
Mike finally rolls over to look, and Jeff's sound asleep next to him. She's still wearing clothes too, so at least this isn't as bad as it could have been. Except that they're married, and Mike can see the ring on her finger from here.
He pushes at her shoulder until she blinks her eyes open and mutters, "Too early. Leave me the fuck alone."
Mike silently holds up his left hand.
Jeff blinks at him, blinks again, and buries her head in her pillow. "Later. Lemme sleep."
Mike doesn't really want to be awake yet either, so he goes to the bathroom, drinks as much water as he can stand, and flops back into bed.
When he wakes up later, Jeff's gone, and he takes a shower before he goes looking for her. She's in the main room of their suite eating a breakfast that makes Mike's stomach want to rebel.
"How can you eat?" Mike slumps down onto the couch next to her.
"I'll feel worse if I don't," Jeff says.
She sort of has a point, and Mike steals a piece of bacon off her plate. He didn't take off his ring because he wasn't sure what to do with it, and it suddenly looks even bigger and brighter on his hand. He shifts the bacon to his right hand.
There's a complicated look on Jeff's face that he doesn't know how to interpret. She's wearing her ring too, and she looks at both of them and then at Mike. She said later, but she's not saying anything - even her expression isn't telling him anything - and Mike doesn't know what to say.
He doesn't say anything, and neither does she, and he eats his bacon and takes his ring off later and they keep not talking about it until they're back in LA and then they keep not talking about it until Mike's fishing in Kenora and Jeff's on the beach in Sea Isle.
She still looks happy, about LA and about the Cup, and it's not like Mike has some pressing need to be unmarried, so it doesn't matter that much.
It's weird that no one knows about it, though. Like, obviously someone knows about it - Dewey and Lewie were with them, and there was whoever else was also in the chapel. But Mike's family doesn't know, and Dewey and Lewie don't seem to have told anyone, and Mike hasn't gotten any calls from his agent about it. That part's weird, and Mike tells Arnold about it when they're in the house in Kenora, just so he can tell someone.
*
The one blessing of the lockout is that Mike gets to stay in Kenora. LA is great, but there's nowhere else in the world that he loves as much as the lake.
I'm going to LA to skate with the guys, Jeff texts him. Cool if I stay at your house?
Mike looks at her words on the screen of his phone and texts back, I think California is a community property state. That makes it your house too.
Jeff doesn't reply to that, and the next time she texts him, it's about something else, and they keep on not talking about it.
You Make Me Smile (4/5)
Date: 2013-05-27 05:27 pm (UTC)Jeff picks him and Arnold up at the airport, flip flops on her feet and hat jammed on her head. They hug for a long time, and where they'd be recognized at every moment in Philly, no one even notices them here, except for one annoyed person who glares while trying to maneuver a suitcase around them and Arnold jumping around at their feet.
Mike wraps his hand around Jeff's upper arm and squeezes. "Have you done anything but work out?"
Jeff laughs and pointedly doesn't offer to help carry Mike's bags. "We didn't all spend the whole lockout watching Duck Dynasty. I've been running on the beach too. You can come with me."
Mike makes a face at her, but he knows he's probably going to end up doing it.
When they get home, Jeff drops her keys into the bowl on the table and digs out a ring that she fits onto the ring finger of her left hand. Her wedding ring. The movements are so automatic she has to do it all the time. There isn't a tan line on her finger at all, so she only wears it at home.
The set of her shoulders dares Mike to say something about it.
He doesn't.
Despite the jet lag and staying up fairly late drinking beer on the balcony with Jeff, the time zone change means Mike still wakes up early in the morning. It's early enough that he hears Jeff's tap on his bedroom door and gets up to see what she wants. She's in shorts and a t-shirt he recognizes as her workout clothes.
Mike groans. "Are you really going to make me come with you?"
"Scared you won't be able to keep up?"
Mike puts on some clothes, digs out running shoes, and clips a leash onto Arnold. Jeff is annoyingly cheerful about it all, and she leads them down to the beach at a fast walk that's clearly meant to be their warm-up.
It's not like Mike hasn't done anything during the lockout, but it's obvious that Jeff's pacing herself slower than usual for him. He pushes himself harder because of it, and after a while, Jeff stops holding back. It means she gets ahead of him, and she turns and jogs backwards.
"Slowpoke."
Mike flips her off because he's breathing too hard to tell her to fuck off. Maybe he can push her into the Pacific.
Jeff laughs and says, "You have to catch me first," like she knows exactly what he's thinking. She probably does.
He doesn't push her into the Pacific, not then, anyway. When they get back to where they started, slowing down into a slower jog, and then a walk, then Mike tackles her into the ocean.
Jeff yells, "You fucker," and pulls him down with her, and Arnold runs into the water barking in excitement at his people rolling around in the waves like he usually does.
All three of them are dripping wet by the time they get home. Mike hoses Arnold off outside while Jeff ducks into the garage to grab a towel to dry him off with. They let Arnold into the house then, and the two of them stop in the garage and strip down to their underwear so they don't drip water all over the house.
Mike runs an assessing eye over Jeff in her sports bra and boyshorts, the same thing he does at the beginning of every season, checking to make sure his team is ready. His eyes catch on her abs, which look unreal, like the kind of thing you only see in ads for miracle weight loss scams.
Mike pokes her stomach. "Really, what did you do during the lockout?"
"Gotta be in shape if we're going to repeat," Jeff says. She pokes Mike's admittedly softer stomach. Not that he doesn't have muscle, but it's a little deeper hidden. "What did you do during the lockout?"
"I skated." Mike goes into the house ahead of her. "And I just have to get pucks to you."
Jeff pauses at the door to leave her keys and get her ring, and then she follows Mike up the stairs laughing.
After three days of too early morning runs and Jeff making Mike wash dishes because she cooked, Mike digs out his ring and starts wearing it around the house. Jeff looks at it the first time she sees it, and Mike, for one of the few times in his life, can't read the look on her face.
You Make Me Smile (5/5)
Date: 2013-05-27 05:27 pm (UTC)It's adrenaline, probably, and months of wearing rings anytime they're home alone, almost a year of being married.
Mike reaches out, his left hand to hers, and laces their fingers together awkwardly. "I can't imagine doing this with anyone else," he says, and he knows Jeff remembers that; it's what she said to him when he handed her the Cup last year.
"Mike," she says, and there's one of those few unreadable looks on her face.
"Jeff," he says. He moves slowly enough that she can stop him if she doesn't want to be kissed. He reads the yes on her face and in her body and stops trying to go slow. He tries to push, the way he always pushes, and stubborn, steadfast Jeff doesn't let him. She kisses him back on her own terms, doesn't give up any ground without making him work for it.
They don't kiss for very long, just long enough to make Mike want more.
"I really want to fuck you," he says.
Jeff stares at him for a second, and then her eyes crinkle up with laughter. "Smooth, Mr. Carter," she says.
Mike doesn't care that she's chirping him, because she looks happy and everything about her is still saying yes.
"Upstairs, Mrs. Richards," he says. "There aren't any condoms down here."
It doesn't stop her from laughing at him, but they go upstairs, and kiss again at the top of the stairs, in the hallway, just inside Mike's room. They leave their clothes on the floor, and Mike gets a condom out of the drawer.
"You sure you know what to do with that?" he asks when Jeff takes it from him.
She flips him off, and then uses those same long, strong fingers to open the foil and roll the condom down onto him. Mike almost chokes, and Jeff smirks at him.
She's better in bed than she was before, that time they don't talk about, but so is he, and they're both still giddy and Mike keeps catching glances of the gold on her hand and they're both breathless and happy when they're done.
They lie side by side on their backs, and Mike holds out his left hand, waits for Jeff to hold hers out too.
"I really hate," Mike says, feeling too good to put any actual heat into it, "that the fucking reporters in Philly were right about us."
Jeff snickers, and then she says, "Not really. Not then."
Mike turns his head to look at her. He can see that she's thinking about the same thing he is, that time they don't talk about, and concedes her point.
"I love you more than I love anyone else," Mike says.
Jeff curls her hand around Mike's, rolls them onto their sides so Mike's the little spoon. "I know," she says. She kisses his neck. "It's why we got married."
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Date: 2013-05-24 04:57 pm (UTC)A Nice Way to Start (1/2)
Date: 2013-05-27 05:51 pm (UTC)"You look like shit," Hallsy says when Jordan logs into Skype for their twice-weekly three-way call.
"You really do," Nuge says. "What's going on?"
Jordan rubs his eyes. He knew he was going to have to talk about it, and he still doesn't really know what to say. "The last time Lauren and I broke up," he says, "for good." He fidgets, and sighs, but he has to say this. "She was pregnant. I have a kid. I didn't know until two days ago."
Hallsy's, "What the fuck?" overlaps with Nuge's, "How could she not tell you?"
Jordan holds up a hand, trying to stop them. "I don't know," he says to both of them. "I don't know how literally no one told me about it all this time. But now, I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out."
"What the fuck?" Hallsy asks again.
"It's my kid," Jordan says.
"Do you want us to come out there?" Nuge asks.
"No," Jordan says. He wants to see them, really, but it's complicated enough already. "I'm dealing, okay?" He manages a smile and doesn't look down to the corner of the screen to see how good it is. "Maybe later." He doesn't mean it, but neither of them seem to pick up on it.
*
Hallsy Skypes him between their scheduled calls. "Are you sure you don't want us there?" On the screen, Hallsy looks worried. "We can help."
"Taylor," Jordan says, "you're the person I love second-most in this world-"
"Second? How did Nuge get to be first?"
"Second to Lily," Jordan says, "my daughter. I love you second-most in the world, but you would not be a help right now."
"I'm good with kids."
It's true, and Jordan smiles at him for it. "I know. I'm trying to get some kind of custody or something so she grows up knowing me. You'll get a chance. Just not yet."
A Nice Way to Start (2/2)
Date: 2013-05-27 05:52 pm (UTC)At least it's all signed by the time Nuge and Hallsy show up at Jordan's place in a rental car, both of them in shades and ball caps, Nuge's impossibly skinny knees showing beneath the end of his shorts and Hallsy's arms showcased by his incredibly tacky "SUN'S OUT GUNS OUT" tank top.
Jordan lets them into the apartment before he even lets himself hug them, because he knows he can't do it in public.
It feels so good to have them here with him that maybe he should have let them come before.
Hallsy doesn't let go of him after they hug, and Nuge sticks close too.
"Where's the kid?" Nuge asks.
"With her mom. I get her tomorrow." Jordan sighs. "I guess we should talk about this. About us now." That's another thing he's managed to avoid all summer.
"You have a kid," Nuge says, "so we have a kid."
"I'm going to be the cool dad," Hallsy announces.
"Oh my God," Jordan says, "you are not."
"Kids love me," Hallsy says. "You're the boring dad, Nuge is the weird dad, and I'm the cool dad."
Jordan looks to Nuge for help, but he just shrugs. "Sorry, dude. You're the boring one." He leans in and kisses Jordan.
Jordan kisses him back, so grateful that he's not losing them. Hallsy butts in for his turn, and they leave a trail of clothing to Jordan's bedroom.
*
Everything is cleaned up in the morning, no stray clothes lying around and Nuge and Hallsy's stuff respectably in a corner of Jordan's room, like they're just polite visitors.
Nuge and Hallsy both know Lauren, and she looks more resigned than anything to find them in Jordan's house.
Jordan bypasses her feelings on the matter and goes straight for Lily, unbuckling her from her stroller and lifting her up. "Hi, Lily Anne." He kisses her cheek. "Are you glad to be with Daddy for the weekend?"
The first few times, she wasn't, but she knows him now, and she babbles nonsense and smacks his cheek, which counts as approval.
Jordan grins at her. "That's right, we're going to have so much fun this weekend." He settles her against his shoulder and tones down his smile when he says, "I'll bring her back on Sunday night," to Lauren.
She nods and half-waves and Nuge and Hallsy.
Jordan shuts the door behind her before he turns and says, "Lily, this is Nuge," he points, "and Hallsy."
Nuge and Hallsy both come closer to smile at her.
"Ba!" Lily says, and she grabs for the douchey sunglasses Hallsy has hanging on the collar of his shirt.
"See?" Hallsy says, taking her from Jordan and letting her drool all over his shades. "I told you I was the cool dad."
Re: A Nice Way to Start (1/2)
Date: 2013-05-27 10:22 pm (UTC)Re: A Nice Way to Start (1/2)
Date: 2013-05-28 02:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-05-24 07:39 pm (UTC)Score (1/2)
Date: 2013-05-27 06:05 pm (UTC)The apartment is dark and quiet when Tyler gets home from New York well past midnight. He didn't really expect Fred to wait up for him - Fred has to work tomorrow - but he's still sorry there's no one there to greet him.
He brushes his teeth and gets changed in his own bathroom, and then he slips into Fred's room. Fred doesn't wake up, but Marshall whines at him a little when Tyler makes him scoot over to make room in the bed.
"Shh," Tyler says. He rubs Marshall's head and doesn't try to make him leave. It won't be the first time the three of them have slept in Fred's bed, and he's sure it won't be the last.
Marshall whines at him again, and then settles down and lets Tyler go to sleep.
Fred's very loud alarm goes off at ass o'clock in the morning, and Tyler tries to hide his head under his pillow. "Why?" he moans.
"Some of us have to work for a living," Fred says.
"It's an unpaid internship." Tyler drags his head out from under the pillow enough to look at Fred.
"Still counts." Fred kisses Tyler close-mouthed and soft. "Sorry you lost."
"Still up three-one," Tyler says. "And I scored."
"Mmm," Fred says. "I know. We were watching. It was a sweet goal."
Tyler hooks an arm around Fred. "I want to score again."
Fred half laughs and half groans. "Work," he says.
"We can make it quick." Tyler brings his knee up enough to rub his thigh against Fred's morning wood. "I'll drive you to work after."
Fred groans. "It's never quick with you." He kisses Tyler again, longer, and then rolls away from him out of bed. "Marshall," he calls, patting his thigh. He's mostly naked, and his cock is a hard bulge outlined by the gray fabric of his boxer briefs. Tyler rubs the heel of his hand over his own cock.
"Good boy," Fred says when Marshall jumps off the bed and pads over to him. "Go eat." Fred opens the door, waits for Marshall to go through it, and closes it again. "You're so lucky you're pretty."
Tyler laughs and rolls over onto his back, pushing the sheets and blankets away from him. "I'm so lucky you're easy," he says.
"Easy? You worked hard for this." Fred straddles him and leans down for an open-mouthed kiss that's so good Tyler doesn't care about his morning breath. "Show me what you can do with those talented hands of yours."
"This is supposed to be my reward," Tyler says. He eases Fred's boxer briefs down his hips and over his cock.
"You'll get yours," Fred says. "If you hurry up. Driving me isn't going to save that much time."
"It better be enough." Tyler wraps one hand around Fred's cock and strokes him slowly, root to tip.
Fred bucks into the touch, and Tyler runs his other hand down Fred's back and into the cleft of his ass.
Score (2/2)
Date: 2013-05-27 06:05 pm (UTC)"Not enough time for you to go this slow," Fred says.
"You wanted my hands," Tyler says. He's hard enough that it's not a real protest, and he wants Fred on his dick now.
"I want you to put it in," Fred says. "I hear you're good at that."
Tyler groans and laughs, and takes his fingers out of Fred. "I'm the best at it," he says, and he pulls Fred down onto his cock.
"Best I've ever had," Fred says, and he leans down to kiss Tyler before sitting up and setting up a quick, hard rhythm on Tyler's dick.
Tyler does his best to match it with his hand on Fred. He doesn't quite get it, but neither of them care. It's hard and fast and good, and Fred comes all over Tyler's fingers and across his chest just a minute before Tyler thrusts his hips up into Fred and comes so hard he sees stars.
He doesn't get long to enjoy it before Fred gets off him and kisses him quickly. "Work. You better be ready to drive me in ten minutes."
Tyler looks down at his chest. "I wasn't going to shower," he says.
Fred doesn't even apologize for making a mess out of him, and Tyler goes to take a quick shower in his own bathroom and tug on some clothes. It only takes him five minutes, and he spends the next five toasting a bagel and putting cream cheese on it. He wraps it up in a napkin and hands it to Fred when he gets out of his room.
Fred looks at it in surprise, and then leans up and kisses Tyler for probably longer than they can afford if Fred's going to get to work on time.
"All right, you too," Tyler says when Marshall tries to leave with them. He grabs a leash off the hook next to the door; they'll take a quick walk after they drop Fred off.
Fred eats in the car, licking cream cheese off his fingers in a very distracting way.
Fred's not late when they pull up in front of his office, but they're cutting it close.
"Practice today?" Fred asks.
"Yeah, later."
"Get some sleep," Fred says. He turns toward Marshall in the back. "You make sure your daddy naps. And makes dinner."
"Hey," Tyler says, laughing.
Fred brushes his hand over Tyler's fingers on the gearshift. "Then you can show me what else you can do with your hands."
Tyler turns his hand over and squeezes Fred's hand in lieu of kissing him since they're in public. "So many things," he promises.
Fred grins at him. "Be good," he says as he gets out of the car. Tyler's not sure if he means that for him or for Marshall.
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Date: 2013-05-24 11:59 pm (UTC)Under the Influence (1/2)
Date: 2013-05-27 10:20 pm (UTC)TJ knocks on Jonny's door on Friday afternoon, just when he knows Jonny is going to be waking up from a nap, cranky and kind of suggestible, and Jonny's roommate is going to be out because he was dumb enough to sign up for some kind of Friday afternoon lab.
Jonny yanks open the door with a surly glare. "What?"
TJ holds up the plastic bag so Jonny can see the gift TJ comes bearing. It's good shit; TJ's dealer is legit. He has papers and a lighter in his pocket. Easier with a bong, but Jonny likes to pretend he's too responsible to smoke up and won't keep one in his room. Roommate might have one. Huh. Maybe TJ should have gotten to know the roommate better.
Jonny groans.
TJ pushes his way past him and leaves Jonny to lock the door while TJ grabs a towel from Jonny's closet.
"Season's over," TJ says as he uses the towel to seal off the crack at the bottom of the door. "It's Friday afternoon. I know you don't have anything major due next week. We," he pulls out the papers and lighter with a flourish, "are getting baked."
Jonny sinks down next to TJ on the floor. "Can't we just get drunk like everyone else?"
TJ elbows him. "We can do that later." He rolls a couple of joints. If they don't smoke it all right away, they'll have some for later.
TJ lights the joint and takes the first hit. He passes it over to Jonny, who takes an expert hit and holds the smoke in his lungs. He can hold it longer than TJ, competitive freak. They pass the joint back and forth until it's almost burnt down.
Jonny is already turning toward him when TJ sits up on his knees so he can lean over Jonny and breathe the smoke of the last hit into his mouth. Jonny fumbles at his hand, still so responsible even when he's high, making sure they don't burn down the whole dorm.
They break apart to breathe, and then Jonny pulls at TJ and kisses him. This is the part TJ loves, when Jonny's all trying to be aggressive, but the pot makes him all slowed down and fascinated with what it feels like to touch and be touched. Jonny's pretty good about that anyway, doesn't need any encouragement to pile onto TJ's lap or throw an arm around him. It's better like this, time all syrupy slow and just the two of them behind a locked door.
Under the Influence (2/2)
Date: 2013-05-27 10:20 pm (UTC)Jonny pushes him down again after they're naked, which is awesome, except that after a while the carpet under his back is too scratchy and distracting, and then they climb onto Jonny's bed, and that's better, soft sheets under TJ's back and Jonny on his front.
TJ never gets his dick sucked when they smoke up first; Jonny gets too distracted by touching to put his mouth on TJ's dick. It doesn't really matter. It's still so fucking good, and it takes forever to come, which just means they get to enjoy it longer. Jonny gets frustrated at the end, but not a lot, not like he does on the ice or anything. Just a little annoyed, his face going all creased and frowny, and TJ runs his hands over Jonny's forehead, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
Jonny's eyes cross when he tries to see what TJ's doing, and that's pretty funny.
Jonny scowls at him, but the scowl disappears fast when TJ comes. Then Jonny just looks determined, and TJ kisses him and kisses him and kisses him until Jonny screws up his face in a really stupid way and finally comes.
Jonny pulls away too soon, and doesn't stop even when TJ tries to hold him there.
"What are you doing?"
Jonny says, "Opening the window," like that's a perfectly reasonable thing to be doing after they just hooked up.
"Why?"
"It smells like pot and come in here." Jonny gets back into bed, and TJ turns his face into his chest. The sex smell is there, but the pot isn't really clinging to his skin.
"So?" They're good smells.
"So," Jonny mocks, "Dave's going to be back from lab in, like, an hour. Do you want him to walk in and smell that?"
TJ doesn't really care, but if Jonny wants to keep believing no one knows what they've been doing all year, let him. He'll probably still be in Jonny's bed when the roommate comes home anyway.
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