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rsadelleThis is a collection of Jeff/Megan and/or Mike/Lindsey snippets.
Jeff and Megan, New Year's Eve
Megan tweeted these pictures on New Year's Eve 2012:
I don't really know what a story about it would be, but I wanted something:
Jeff's warm at her back, his worn-in t-shirt soft on her skin contrasting with the scratch of the zipper on his hoodie. She hands her phone off to someone else and they turn a little for the picture. Jeff cups one of his huge hands over her hip and down onto her thigh; she puts one hand over his and the other on his leg. They're both smiling in the picture, and they look like they belong together.
Jeff's hand stays on her hip and thigh, pulls her closer to him, while she taps out a caption and tweets the photo. She tucks her phone back into his pocket, and he lifts her up onto his lap. Megan laughs, and nearly falls over, and he kisses the bare skin of her shoulder and doesn't protest when she takes his drink.
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Mike/Lindsey, baby names
Mike surprised Lindsey when he said, "I don't think we should name the baby after anyone."
She'd been skimming baby names on the internet, but she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. "Really? I thought you'd want to name it after Jeff. I was going to hold out for the middle name."
Mike looked taken aback, and he said, "Oh."
They chose Mckenna, because it was a little like Mike and a little like McDonald and not the name of anyone they knew, although people kept telling Lindsey it was very in right now and their daughter was going to be one of many Mckennas her age - they were Mike and Lindsey, so that wasn't really an argument to sway them against it - and made Carter her middle name ("You know this means the next one gets named after one of my friends," Lindsey said). Mike likes to say, mostly to pretentious blowhards who are being judgmental about their naming choice, "And if she ever wants to have a rap career, she can be MC Richards without even changing her name."
[Yes, I really did write 180 words just for that punchline.]
*
Hangovers
Lindsey and Megan had a whole Twitter exchange about being hungover, and Megan tweeted a picture of the bacon Jeff had made her. And then some of us had a conversation about how great it would be if Megan and Lindsey were weird about each other the way Mike and Jeff are.
"Oh my God," Megan says when the smell of cooking draws her downstairs. "You're making me hangover bacon?" She wraps her arms around Jeff's waist and leans on him. "I love you so much."
Jeff smiles down at her and kisses her forehead. "And eggs."
"You're the best. You're going to make enough for Lindsey too, right?"
"Really?"
Megan leans her head on his chest. "She's just as hungover as I am."
Jeff sighs. "Yes, I'll take Mike and Lindsey some too."
Megan cuddles in even closer and runs one hand down the center of his chest, all firm and muscled, and when she's not hungover she's going to do something about how nice that is. "Will you take the pups out for me when you go?"
Jeff agrees because he's the best boyfriend ever.
"You are the very best boyfriend in the world." Megan stands up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
He makes four plates, gives her one, and gets the dogs leashed before he picks up two to walk down the street.
The bell rings while he's gone, and Megan groans and drags herself out of her chair to see who it is.
It's Mike, so she opens the door, and he has Arnold on a leash and a plastic bottle in his hand.
"Jeff just went to your place," Megan says.
"I know," Mike says. "I saw him on the way over. Lindsey sent this for you. Hangover cure."
Megan takes the bottle and smiles at him. "Thank you!"
"Uh-huh." Mike squints at her from under the bill of his hat. "You two are weird."
Megan rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Thanks for this." She holds up the bottle. "Go home and eat your breakfast."
Mike shrugs and leaves, and Megan goes back to her breakfast, now with a hangover cure.
OMG, thank you!!!! she texts Lindsey once she's sipped it and discovered that it actually doesn't taste that bad.
Lindsey texts back, Anytime babe, and a string of bacon emojis.
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Mike and Lindsey break up
Mike and Lindsey break up on a Wednesday in August. Or maybe it really happens on a Saturday in July and the Wednesday in August is just the final buzzer. Either way, he's shitfaced on a Thursday night - evening, really; the sun isn't even all the way down - in August when he calls Jeff and tells him about it.
"How do you even fucking do it?" he asks. "You've been with Megan for four years. I could only manage two with Lindsey, and I thought she actually liked me."
Jeff just hmms, and then says, "I don't know. It just works."
"You're no fucking help," Mike says. Maybe if they were together. Jeff would probably drink with him and then make sure he didn't die. "Do you believe in that whole one person for everyone crap?"
"I don't know," Jeff says. "Maybe. Maybe that's why Megan and I work." Mike can't see it, but he knows Jeff is shrugging. "Or maybe there's someone else out there I would work with."
"You're not helping," Mike says.
"I don't know what you want me to say," Jeff says. "I'm sorry it didn't work out."
"That's better," Mike grumbles. It is as much as he wants Jeff to say, and probably the only thing he can do to help from Sea Isle.
"I'm sorry," Jeff says. "Go sleep it off. Next time I see you, I'll play wingman and you can get laid."
Mike barks out a laugh. "No way. I get higher quality women when Megan does it."
"Yeah, whatever," Jeff says. If they were together, Mike would be able to see the grin he's sure Jeff is wearing. "We'll get you laid. Go to bed."
*
Jeff/Megan kidfic
Jeff doesn't worry until Aiden starts crawling. He knows that Aiden is tiny - impossibly tiny - and that they live in a big bad world, but he's confident of their ability to protect him, right up until he comes home and Aiden has gone from rocking back and forth on his hands and knees to crawling across the floor after the dogs. (They're afraid of him. It's hilarious.)
They've had baby gates on all the stairs, but Jeff goes around pushing at them to see how sturdy they are, and to make sure all the latches work. He just steps over them, but Megan has to open and close them.
"They're fine," Megan says. "They keep the pups where they're supposed to be."
"He's not a dog," Jeff says, and Megan grins at him.
*
Mike laughs when Jeff brings it up to him.
Jeff scowls. "He's small, and he doesn't know how to use stairs yet. He could fall down them."
"Is Megan worried?"
"No."
"There you go," Mike says.
Jeff doesn't think that solves anything.
"Megan's not going to let anything happen to that kid," Mike says. "If she's not worried, you don't need to worry."
*
Jeff comes home from a road trip and bends down to swing Aiden up off the floor and high into the air to the accompaniment of lots of his delighted giggles.
"See?" Megan says. "He's fine. No bruises or anything."
Jeff goes over and kisses her as thoroughly as he can with a squirming baby in his arms.
Megan pats his cheek. "He'll have plenty of time to develop brain damage when he starts playing hockey. I'm not going to let him start now." She leaves Jeff there, staring down at Aiden's tiny head, while she goes to start dinner.
Jeff's never going to stop worrying.
*
Jeff/Megan porn
This all started with me asking, "Have we ever really talked about the fact that Megan is tiny and Jeff could just pick her up and fuck her against the wall or carry her upstairs and into bed?"
So my first thought about it was about Valentine's Day. (Note: Megan broke her elbow in a dog-related bicycling accident the day before Valentine's Day last year. On Valentine's Day, she tweeted about Jeff waking her up with Vicodin, water, and a banana. On one of those two days, she tweeted a picture of a fancy cupcake.)
Jeff scoops Megan up after they eat dessert and carries her up the stairs.
"It's my elbow that's broken," Megan says. "I can walk."
"I don't want you falling and breaking anything else."
"I will if you drop me."
"I'm not going to drop you." He won't. He's strong. He's holding her as easily as she might pick up Mack, and more securely because she's not trying to wriggle out of it. And he's doing it gently enough that it doesn't even begin to jostle her elbow. There isn't even the risk of the dogs tripping him because he crated them before he picked her up.
He sets her down to sit on the edge of the bed and takes off her shirt and bra, carefully around her elbow. Then he picks her up, moves her up the bed, and lays her down with her head on the pillow. He puts one hand under the small of her back and lifts her hips up while he draws her pants and underwear down.
Jeff makes sure she's comfortable with her elbow supported, and then he goes down on her. He's leaning over her from the side, mouth on her and one hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving her arm, and he's still dressed. He hasn't even gotten his shirt off, and it doesn't matter, because he knows her body better than anyone, probably even better than she does by now. He knows what she likes him to do with his mouth, he knows that her left nipple doesn't have much sensation now but the right one is just fine, and he knows that she always tries to put her hands on him when she gets close to coming.
He only lets her move the good arm, and she gets that hand into his hair, sliding down his neck and over his head, tucking into the back of his shirt.
His shirt proves to be a convenient thing to crumple in her hand when she comes.
Megan keeps her hand on him, slides it up to the back of his head when he gets up from the floor onto the bed and holds himself up over her.
"I love you," Megan says. "God, Jeff, I love you."
Jeff kisses her. "Meg." He gets his pants open while holding himself up over her with his other hand.
Megan shifts, bringing her knees up and making it easier for Jeff to push down into her.
She's not sure she's going to come again, but it still feels good, and she arches her hips up into his, wraps her legs around him. He's being careful, one hand still holding her arm down, gentle but implacable, even as he thrusts hard into her.
"Megan, baby," Jeff says, and the way he's looking at her is everything.
She hitches her hips higher with her legs around his waist, and it feels so good she might come, and then Jeff says, "I love you. I love you so much," and she comes just before he does.
She's almost dizzy with it, orgasm and Vicodin both, and she only moves when Jeff pulls out of her and straightens out her legs.
He takes his clothes off - he didn't even get naked for all of that - and gets them both under the covers. He turns them carefully, so her elbow is still supported even with him wrapped around her.
Megan snuggles into him. "You're so good at taking care of me."
Jeff brushes her hair away from her face. "I know more about broken bones than I hope you ever do."
But then I was thinking about it in more of a pure porn sort of way:
They get out of the car into the house, but that's it. They can hear the dogs barking upstairs, but they're crated so they don't have to do anything about it. And they don't, because Jeff is picking Megan up and holding her against the wall.
She wraps her legs around his hips and leans forward into him, knowing he can take it, to get her back off the wall so she can pull her shirt over her head and unhook her bra.
She tosses her bra away, but doesn't pay attention to where it goes because she's too busy trying to get Jeff's pants open while he mouths at her neck.
Jeff keeps her there with his hips and one arm while he lets his coat drop off of that arm, and then he switches and lets it drop off the other one, and then she finally gets his pants open and his shirt pushed up and out of the way.
He pushes her skirt up and slides right into her, because on the way home after the win, just the two of them, Jeff driving, because he rode in to the rink with Mike and she brought the car later, she wriggled out of her panties and reached across the console to tuck them into his pocket.
"Fuck," Jeff says now, "you're so fucking hot."
Megan gets her arms around his shoulders, holds herself close so he can think more about fucking her and less about making sure she doesn't fall, and says, "I'm not the only one. You were out there winning the game. Do you know how hot that is, that you're such a goal scorer?"
Jeff groans and holds her tight between his body and the wall, keeps her there with a slow grind of his hips.
Megan grins, and his head is down, skating lips over her breasts, so he can't see it. "That get you hot, baby? Because it is, so hot that you win games."
Her grin falls away when he hitches into her just right, and she loses the ability to talk for a while, and she's so close, almost there, right on the edge of it, when Jeff comes with a groan and stops moving.
Megan barely has a moment to be disappointed before he's pulling her off his cock and keeping her against the wall, her legs looser around his hips and one of his thighs coming up to prop her up with just one of his hands under her ass while the other hand finds her clit and rubs it hard and fast until she comes with a shout that makes the pups start barking upstairs again.
"Those damn dogs," Jeff says with a smile and a shake of his head, and he gently lowers her down onto her own two feet. She still has her shoes on, and she tugs her skirt into place over her bare ass.
"I'll get them." Megan leans up, practically on tiptoe to reach him, and kisses his cheek. "You just did all that work. You can go collapse on the couch."
Jeff turns her head and kisses her for real, and she forgets about the dogs to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss back.
"Jesus, I love you," he says.
Megan grins at him. "I know." She makes sure to bend over, back to him, when she picks up her bra and her shirt, and she leaves her panties where they are, just peeking out of the pocket of his discarded jacket.
Jeff and Megan, New Year's Eve
Megan tweeted these pictures on New Year's Eve 2012:
I don't really know what a story about it would be, but I wanted something:
Jeff's warm at her back, his worn-in t-shirt soft on her skin contrasting with the scratch of the zipper on his hoodie. She hands her phone off to someone else and they turn a little for the picture. Jeff cups one of his huge hands over her hip and down onto her thigh; she puts one hand over his and the other on his leg. They're both smiling in the picture, and they look like they belong together.
Jeff's hand stays on her hip and thigh, pulls her closer to him, while she taps out a caption and tweets the photo. She tucks her phone back into his pocket, and he lifts her up onto his lap. Megan laughs, and nearly falls over, and he kisses the bare skin of her shoulder and doesn't protest when she takes his drink.
*
Mike/Lindsey, baby names
Mike surprised Lindsey when he said, "I don't think we should name the baby after anyone."
She'd been skimming baby names on the internet, but she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. "Really? I thought you'd want to name it after Jeff. I was going to hold out for the middle name."
Mike looked taken aback, and he said, "Oh."
They chose Mckenna, because it was a little like Mike and a little like McDonald and not the name of anyone they knew, although people kept telling Lindsey it was very in right now and their daughter was going to be one of many Mckennas her age - they were Mike and Lindsey, so that wasn't really an argument to sway them against it - and made Carter her middle name ("You know this means the next one gets named after one of my friends," Lindsey said). Mike likes to say, mostly to pretentious blowhards who are being judgmental about their naming choice, "And if she ever wants to have a rap career, she can be MC Richards without even changing her name."
[Yes, I really did write 180 words just for that punchline.]
*
Hangovers
Lindsey and Megan had a whole Twitter exchange about being hungover, and Megan tweeted a picture of the bacon Jeff had made her. And then some of us had a conversation about how great it would be if Megan and Lindsey were weird about each other the way Mike and Jeff are.
"Oh my God," Megan says when the smell of cooking draws her downstairs. "You're making me hangover bacon?" She wraps her arms around Jeff's waist and leans on him. "I love you so much."
Jeff smiles down at her and kisses her forehead. "And eggs."
"You're the best. You're going to make enough for Lindsey too, right?"
"Really?"
Megan leans her head on his chest. "She's just as hungover as I am."
Jeff sighs. "Yes, I'll take Mike and Lindsey some too."
Megan cuddles in even closer and runs one hand down the center of his chest, all firm and muscled, and when she's not hungover she's going to do something about how nice that is. "Will you take the pups out for me when you go?"
Jeff agrees because he's the best boyfriend ever.
"You are the very best boyfriend in the world." Megan stands up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
He makes four plates, gives her one, and gets the dogs leashed before he picks up two to walk down the street.
The bell rings while he's gone, and Megan groans and drags herself out of her chair to see who it is.
It's Mike, so she opens the door, and he has Arnold on a leash and a plastic bottle in his hand.
"Jeff just went to your place," Megan says.
"I know," Mike says. "I saw him on the way over. Lindsey sent this for you. Hangover cure."
Megan takes the bottle and smiles at him. "Thank you!"
"Uh-huh." Mike squints at her from under the bill of his hat. "You two are weird."
Megan rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Thanks for this." She holds up the bottle. "Go home and eat your breakfast."
Mike shrugs and leaves, and Megan goes back to her breakfast, now with a hangover cure.
OMG, thank you!!!! she texts Lindsey once she's sipped it and discovered that it actually doesn't taste that bad.
Lindsey texts back, Anytime babe, and a string of bacon emojis.
*
Mike and Lindsey break up
Mike and Lindsey break up on a Wednesday in August. Or maybe it really happens on a Saturday in July and the Wednesday in August is just the final buzzer. Either way, he's shitfaced on a Thursday night - evening, really; the sun isn't even all the way down - in August when he calls Jeff and tells him about it.
"How do you even fucking do it?" he asks. "You've been with Megan for four years. I could only manage two with Lindsey, and I thought she actually liked me."
Jeff just hmms, and then says, "I don't know. It just works."
"You're no fucking help," Mike says. Maybe if they were together. Jeff would probably drink with him and then make sure he didn't die. "Do you believe in that whole one person for everyone crap?"
"I don't know," Jeff says. "Maybe. Maybe that's why Megan and I work." Mike can't see it, but he knows Jeff is shrugging. "Or maybe there's someone else out there I would work with."
"You're not helping," Mike says.
"I don't know what you want me to say," Jeff says. "I'm sorry it didn't work out."
"That's better," Mike grumbles. It is as much as he wants Jeff to say, and probably the only thing he can do to help from Sea Isle.
"I'm sorry," Jeff says. "Go sleep it off. Next time I see you, I'll play wingman and you can get laid."
Mike barks out a laugh. "No way. I get higher quality women when Megan does it."
"Yeah, whatever," Jeff says. If they were together, Mike would be able to see the grin he's sure Jeff is wearing. "We'll get you laid. Go to bed."
*
Jeff/Megan kidfic
Jeff doesn't worry until Aiden starts crawling. He knows that Aiden is tiny - impossibly tiny - and that they live in a big bad world, but he's confident of their ability to protect him, right up until he comes home and Aiden has gone from rocking back and forth on his hands and knees to crawling across the floor after the dogs. (They're afraid of him. It's hilarious.)
They've had baby gates on all the stairs, but Jeff goes around pushing at them to see how sturdy they are, and to make sure all the latches work. He just steps over them, but Megan has to open and close them.
"They're fine," Megan says. "They keep the pups where they're supposed to be."
"He's not a dog," Jeff says, and Megan grins at him.
*
Mike laughs when Jeff brings it up to him.
Jeff scowls. "He's small, and he doesn't know how to use stairs yet. He could fall down them."
"Is Megan worried?"
"No."
"There you go," Mike says.
Jeff doesn't think that solves anything.
"Megan's not going to let anything happen to that kid," Mike says. "If she's not worried, you don't need to worry."
*
Jeff comes home from a road trip and bends down to swing Aiden up off the floor and high into the air to the accompaniment of lots of his delighted giggles.
"See?" Megan says. "He's fine. No bruises or anything."
Jeff goes over and kisses her as thoroughly as he can with a squirming baby in his arms.
Megan pats his cheek. "He'll have plenty of time to develop brain damage when he starts playing hockey. I'm not going to let him start now." She leaves Jeff there, staring down at Aiden's tiny head, while she goes to start dinner.
Jeff's never going to stop worrying.
*
Jeff/Megan porn
This all started with me asking, "Have we ever really talked about the fact that Megan is tiny and Jeff could just pick her up and fuck her against the wall or carry her upstairs and into bed?"
So my first thought about it was about Valentine's Day. (Note: Megan broke her elbow in a dog-related bicycling accident the day before Valentine's Day last year. On Valentine's Day, she tweeted about Jeff waking her up with Vicodin, water, and a banana. On one of those two days, she tweeted a picture of a fancy cupcake.)
Jeff scoops Megan up after they eat dessert and carries her up the stairs.
"It's my elbow that's broken," Megan says. "I can walk."
"I don't want you falling and breaking anything else."
"I will if you drop me."
"I'm not going to drop you." He won't. He's strong. He's holding her as easily as she might pick up Mack, and more securely because she's not trying to wriggle out of it. And he's doing it gently enough that it doesn't even begin to jostle her elbow. There isn't even the risk of the dogs tripping him because he crated them before he picked her up.
He sets her down to sit on the edge of the bed and takes off her shirt and bra, carefully around her elbow. Then he picks her up, moves her up the bed, and lays her down with her head on the pillow. He puts one hand under the small of her back and lifts her hips up while he draws her pants and underwear down.
Jeff makes sure she's comfortable with her elbow supported, and then he goes down on her. He's leaning over her from the side, mouth on her and one hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving her arm, and he's still dressed. He hasn't even gotten his shirt off, and it doesn't matter, because he knows her body better than anyone, probably even better than she does by now. He knows what she likes him to do with his mouth, he knows that her left nipple doesn't have much sensation now but the right one is just fine, and he knows that she always tries to put her hands on him when she gets close to coming.
He only lets her move the good arm, and she gets that hand into his hair, sliding down his neck and over his head, tucking into the back of his shirt.
His shirt proves to be a convenient thing to crumple in her hand when she comes.
Megan keeps her hand on him, slides it up to the back of his head when he gets up from the floor onto the bed and holds himself up over her.
"I love you," Megan says. "God, Jeff, I love you."
Jeff kisses her. "Meg." He gets his pants open while holding himself up over her with his other hand.
Megan shifts, bringing her knees up and making it easier for Jeff to push down into her.
She's not sure she's going to come again, but it still feels good, and she arches her hips up into his, wraps her legs around him. He's being careful, one hand still holding her arm down, gentle but implacable, even as he thrusts hard into her.
"Megan, baby," Jeff says, and the way he's looking at her is everything.
She hitches her hips higher with her legs around his waist, and it feels so good she might come, and then Jeff says, "I love you. I love you so much," and she comes just before he does.
She's almost dizzy with it, orgasm and Vicodin both, and she only moves when Jeff pulls out of her and straightens out her legs.
He takes his clothes off - he didn't even get naked for all of that - and gets them both under the covers. He turns them carefully, so her elbow is still supported even with him wrapped around her.
Megan snuggles into him. "You're so good at taking care of me."
Jeff brushes her hair away from her face. "I know more about broken bones than I hope you ever do."
But then I was thinking about it in more of a pure porn sort of way:
They get out of the car into the house, but that's it. They can hear the dogs barking upstairs, but they're crated so they don't have to do anything about it. And they don't, because Jeff is picking Megan up and holding her against the wall.
She wraps her legs around his hips and leans forward into him, knowing he can take it, to get her back off the wall so she can pull her shirt over her head and unhook her bra.
She tosses her bra away, but doesn't pay attention to where it goes because she's too busy trying to get Jeff's pants open while he mouths at her neck.
Jeff keeps her there with his hips and one arm while he lets his coat drop off of that arm, and then he switches and lets it drop off the other one, and then she finally gets his pants open and his shirt pushed up and out of the way.
He pushes her skirt up and slides right into her, because on the way home after the win, just the two of them, Jeff driving, because he rode in to the rink with Mike and she brought the car later, she wriggled out of her panties and reached across the console to tuck them into his pocket.
"Fuck," Jeff says now, "you're so fucking hot."
Megan gets her arms around his shoulders, holds herself close so he can think more about fucking her and less about making sure she doesn't fall, and says, "I'm not the only one. You were out there winning the game. Do you know how hot that is, that you're such a goal scorer?"
Jeff groans and holds her tight between his body and the wall, keeps her there with a slow grind of his hips.
Megan grins, and his head is down, skating lips over her breasts, so he can't see it. "That get you hot, baby? Because it is, so hot that you win games."
Her grin falls away when he hitches into her just right, and she loses the ability to talk for a while, and she's so close, almost there, right on the edge of it, when Jeff comes with a groan and stops moving.
Megan barely has a moment to be disappointed before he's pulling her off his cock and keeping her against the wall, her legs looser around his hips and one of his thighs coming up to prop her up with just one of his hands under her ass while the other hand finds her clit and rubs it hard and fast until she comes with a shout that makes the pups start barking upstairs again.
"Those damn dogs," Jeff says with a smile and a shake of his head, and he gently lowers her down onto her own two feet. She still has her shoes on, and she tugs her skirt into place over her bare ass.
"I'll get them." Megan leans up, practically on tiptoe to reach him, and kisses his cheek. "You just did all that work. You can go collapse on the couch."
Jeff turns her head and kisses her for real, and she forgets about the dogs to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss back.
"Jesus, I love you," he says.
Megan grins at him. "I know." She makes sure to bend over, back to him, when she picks up her bra and her shirt, and she leaves her panties where they are, just peeking out of the pocket of his discarded jacket.
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Date: 2014-03-28 04:11 pm (UTC)MC Richards! and now I kinda want to see that future rapper *g*
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Date: 2014-03-28 05:58 pm (UTC)Sometimes I randomly think about MC Richards and crack myself up.