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poire_gourmande) wrote2011-05-16 10:40 am
poire_gourmande) wrote2011-05-16 10:40 am
Drabbles for Tiffany!
Those are all answers to Tiff's prompts.
Title: Blanket
Pairing: Mike/Sam
Rating: PG
Sequel to Tiff's fic Best Friends
Mike was watching Sam from the corner of his eye. He looked truly fascinated by the movie, even thought he’d probably seen Avatar hundreds of times. Mike thought it was adorable how he could easily marvel at things like this : he was so passionate and enthusiastic about it, and that’s what Mike liked about him.
He suddenly noticed that Sam was shivering and rubbing his arms for warmth, even if he was so captivated by the movie that he didn’t notice it himself. He was only wearing a thin t-shirt – one that Mike could swear Finn was wearing all the time last year.
Mike reached behind his couch and pulled out a thick woolen blanket, draping it over them. He pulled Sam closer to him with an arm around his shoulders. Sam finally allowed himself to be distracted from the movie. He turned to Mike and smiled.
"Do you like it?"
Mike nodded and whispered a quiet "yes », not knowing if he was talking about the movie or the cuddling.
Title: Music
Pairing: Artie/Kurt
Rating: R
Artie loved having sex with Kurt. He loved the feeling of their skins pressed against each other’s. He loved the taste of Kurt’s kisses, sweet and salty on his tongue. He loved seeing Kurt looking at him with pure lust in his eyes. He loved how the entire room smelled like sex after, like sweat ant come.
Most of all, though, he loved to hear the various sounds Kurt made during sex. At first, he would gasp as Artie’s touches became more daring. Then he would moan endlessly when Artie got to that one place that was oh-so-good-never-stop.
The closer he got to orgasm, the louder his moans were, only encouraging Artie to go faster-harder-like-this-again.
It never failed: when Kurt finally went over the edge, he would scream Artie’s name two, three times, before falling apart, panting as he tried to calm down. He usually cuddled into Artie’s arms then, purring like a kitten.
Artie liked everything about Kurt, but he loved how vocal he was in bed. It was like music to his ears.
Title: Art
Pairing: Blaine/Finn
Rating: PG-13
Finn was following Blaine through endless hallways, stopping from time to time when Blaine found a painting or a sculpture that caught his eye.
Finn didn’t know what he was doing here; he knew nothing about art – actually, that was why Blaine had dragged him to the museum: to educate him. He said it was a sin to go to New York without going to the Met, and so there they were, stuck looking at weird things while it was super sunny outside.
They entered yet another room, and even if he knew nothing about art, he could see that it was different that the room they just left. There were fewer paintings and more sculptures, and it just looked… older. Like, ancient.
“This is the collection of Greek and Roman art,” Blaine said, as if he knew Finn was wondering.
“Why all the naked dudes?” Finn asked, a bit too loud – two old ladies looked at him, shocked.
Seriously, half the sculptures in this room were of naked dudes. Some missed a limb, or even their head, but they all had ridiculously small dicks.
“The Greeks and Romans liked to celebrate the male form in their art,” Blaine answered, too much like a teacher for Finn’s taste.
Finn put his hands on Blaine’s hips and leaned to whisper in his ear:
“Can’t we go back to the hotel and… celebrate the male form?”
Title: Blanket
Pairing: Mike/Sam
Rating: PG
Sequel to Tiff's fic Best Friends
Mike was watching Sam from the corner of his eye. He looked truly fascinated by the movie, even thought he’d probably seen Avatar hundreds of times. Mike thought it was adorable how he could easily marvel at things like this : he was so passionate and enthusiastic about it, and that’s what Mike liked about him.
He suddenly noticed that Sam was shivering and rubbing his arms for warmth, even if he was so captivated by the movie that he didn’t notice it himself. He was only wearing a thin t-shirt – one that Mike could swear Finn was wearing all the time last year.
Mike reached behind his couch and pulled out a thick woolen blanket, draping it over them. He pulled Sam closer to him with an arm around his shoulders. Sam finally allowed himself to be distracted from the movie. He turned to Mike and smiled.
"Do you like it?"
Mike nodded and whispered a quiet "yes », not knowing if he was talking about the movie or the cuddling.
Title: Music
Pairing: Artie/Kurt
Rating: R
Artie loved having sex with Kurt. He loved the feeling of their skins pressed against each other’s. He loved the taste of Kurt’s kisses, sweet and salty on his tongue. He loved seeing Kurt looking at him with pure lust in his eyes. He loved how the entire room smelled like sex after, like sweat ant come.
Most of all, though, he loved to hear the various sounds Kurt made during sex. At first, he would gasp as Artie’s touches became more daring. Then he would moan endlessly when Artie got to that one place that was oh-so-good-never-stop.
The closer he got to orgasm, the louder his moans were, only encouraging Artie to go faster-harder-like-this-again.
It never failed: when Kurt finally went over the edge, he would scream Artie’s name two, three times, before falling apart, panting as he tried to calm down. He usually cuddled into Artie’s arms then, purring like a kitten.
Artie liked everything about Kurt, but he loved how vocal he was in bed. It was like music to his ears.
Title: Art
Pairing: Blaine/Finn
Rating: PG-13
Finn was following Blaine through endless hallways, stopping from time to time when Blaine found a painting or a sculpture that caught his eye.
Finn didn’t know what he was doing here; he knew nothing about art – actually, that was why Blaine had dragged him to the museum: to educate him. He said it was a sin to go to New York without going to the Met, and so there they were, stuck looking at weird things while it was super sunny outside.
They entered yet another room, and even if he knew nothing about art, he could see that it was different that the room they just left. There were fewer paintings and more sculptures, and it just looked… older. Like, ancient.
“This is the collection of Greek and Roman art,” Blaine said, as if he knew Finn was wondering.
“Why all the naked dudes?” Finn asked, a bit too loud – two old ladies looked at him, shocked.
Seriously, half the sculptures in this room were of naked dudes. Some missed a limb, or even their head, but they all had ridiculously small dicks.
“The Greeks and Romans liked to celebrate the male form in their art,” Blaine answered, too much like a teacher for Finn’s taste.
Finn put his hands on Blaine’s hips and leaned to whisper in his ear:
“Can’t we go back to the hotel and… celebrate the male form?”