Drabbles #3
yay more drabbly things. there's only two this time, one's longish and one's smuttish.
yep.
rated PG-13 and NC-17.
Pairing: Matt/Evan
Prompt: you should write a fic about matt going in the military and whoever you choose to pair him with is sad, ect.
Matt stands at the airport, decked out in camouflage, his rucksack standing on the floor next to him. His lipring isn’t in, he’s not allowed to leave it in. Evan leans up on his tiptoes, pressing their lips carefully together. It’s weird kissing him without the lipring, it feels the like it always does, except the cool press of metal isn’t there. Danny and Jac are sitting on a bench not far off, Danny dressed identically to Matt.
They’re in the same unit.
“I’ll miss you,” Evan says softly, expression sad, even though he’s proud of his boyfriend going away to fight for them. Matt nods.
“I’ll miss you too,” he says, squeezing his hand.
Evan gives him this sad, proud smile, hands smoothing out the wrinkles in the front of his jacket. “Just... come home, okay?” he looks up at him and Matt can tell he’s deadly serious.
“We’ll go to Waffle House the day I get back,” he promises, leaning down and catching his lips again. It’s obvious that Danny and Jac and all the other couples around them are having some form of the same conversation.
“Be safe. Come home to me,” Evan whispers when they get the last boarding call, and Matt nods, touching his face and neck and hair with his fingertips.
“Count the days, babe,” he says, winking at him from across the boarding gate. Jac makes her way over to Evan and slides her hand into his, leaning on him, her breasts pressed against his arm.
“I miss them already,” she whines uphappily, flicking her blonde and brown hair out of her eyes.
Evan nods in agreement, wrinkling his nose. “A hundred and eighty two days and then they’ll be back,” he says, counting down already, even though they probably haven’t even made it to their plane yet.
Jac gives him this careful look, and the look in her eyes mirrors Evan’s feelings perfectly. What if they don’t come back?
He shakes his head. “They’ll come home,” he says confidently. “They promised.”
Pairing: Ian/Zack
Prompt: Do a ian/ zack fic where they have both have long curly hair.
Ian pushes Zack down onto his bed, one hand tangled in his hair and the other fumbling at his belt. “Fuck,” Zack bites out, leaving a dark blue mark on the side of his neck, small teeth indentations framing it. Ian keeps pulling on his hair, sharp tugs that send a shoot of pain down his skull, ending up as sparks of pleasure down to his cock.
“Fuck,” he repeats as his pants get shoved down around his thighs, Ian’s hand, slick with lube somehow, slipping into his boxers and around his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ian smirks at him, hand moving slowly, way too fucking slowly. He keeps pressing these sharp little bites to his jaw and neck, flicking his tongue out at the skin.
In one swift motion, Zack flips Ian off of him, rolling him over onto his back and getting a thigh in between his legs. He tangles his own hand in Ian’s hair, feeling the soft curls between his fingers for a moment before tugging on them, hard. Ian whines, high pitched. “How about I fuck you until you can’t walk right?” he whispers in his ear, pressing the heel of his hand against the front of Ian’s pants.
“Please. I want it.”
yep.
rated PG-13 and NC-17.
Pairing: Matt/Evan
Prompt: you should write a fic about matt going in the military and whoever you choose to pair him with is sad, ect.
Matt stands at the airport, decked out in camouflage, his rucksack standing on the floor next to him. His lipring isn’t in, he’s not allowed to leave it in. Evan leans up on his tiptoes, pressing their lips carefully together. It’s weird kissing him without the lipring, it feels the like it always does, except the cool press of metal isn’t there. Danny and Jac are sitting on a bench not far off, Danny dressed identically to Matt.
They’re in the same unit.
“I’ll miss you,” Evan says softly, expression sad, even though he’s proud of his boyfriend going away to fight for them. Matt nods.
“I’ll miss you too,” he says, squeezing his hand.
Evan gives him this sad, proud smile, hands smoothing out the wrinkles in the front of his jacket. “Just... come home, okay?” he looks up at him and Matt can tell he’s deadly serious.
“We’ll go to Waffle House the day I get back,” he promises, leaning down and catching his lips again. It’s obvious that Danny and Jac and all the other couples around them are having some form of the same conversation.
“Be safe. Come home to me,” Evan whispers when they get the last boarding call, and Matt nods, touching his face and neck and hair with his fingertips.
“Count the days, babe,” he says, winking at him from across the boarding gate. Jac makes her way over to Evan and slides her hand into his, leaning on him, her breasts pressed against his arm.
“I miss them already,” she whines uphappily, flicking her blonde and brown hair out of her eyes.
Evan nods in agreement, wrinkling his nose. “A hundred and eighty two days and then they’ll be back,” he says, counting down already, even though they probably haven’t even made it to their plane yet.
Jac gives him this careful look, and the look in her eyes mirrors Evan’s feelings perfectly. What if they don’t come back?
He shakes his head. “They’ll come home,” he says confidently. “They promised.”
Pairing: Ian/Zack
Prompt: Do a ian/ zack fic where they have both have long curly hair.
Ian pushes Zack down onto his bed, one hand tangled in his hair and the other fumbling at his belt. “Fuck,” Zack bites out, leaving a dark blue mark on the side of his neck, small teeth indentations framing it. Ian keeps pulling on his hair, sharp tugs that send a shoot of pain down his skull, ending up as sparks of pleasure down to his cock.
“Fuck,” he repeats as his pants get shoved down around his thighs, Ian’s hand, slick with lube somehow, slipping into his boxers and around his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ian smirks at him, hand moving slowly, way too fucking slowly. He keeps pressing these sharp little bites to his jaw and neck, flicking his tongue out at the skin.
In one swift motion, Zack flips Ian off of him, rolling him over onto his back and getting a thigh in between his legs. He tangles his own hand in Ian’s hair, feeling the soft curls between his fingers for a moment before tugging on them, hard. Ian whines, high pitched. “How about I fuck you until you can’t walk right?” he whispers in his ear, pressing the heel of his hand against the front of Ian’s pants.
“Please. I want it.”