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Title: The Hammock
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tre/Rev
Disclaimer: Don't own them, neither do you.
Dedication: This one is for dulldiamonds, for my Drabble Meme.
Notes: Sorry! I nearly forgot about this. Thanks Molly for reminding me (coincidentally). 205 words.
A cool summer breeze gently swayed the drummer that was lying down peacefully on a hammock. The drummer’s ocean blue eyes glimmered as they watched his reverend friend sat near a tree for shade.
“Hey Rev!” The blue-eyed man called out.
The blonde-hair man gazed up and glanced at the drummer’s direction.
“Yes, sugarplum?”
“C’mere,” the drummer called out as he waved his arm lazily.
The reverend was about to protest, but when he saw the look on the blue-eyed man’s adorable pout; he sighed in defeat and laid down beside him.
“Ya know I don’t like hammocks, Tré.”
“I know. I only called you over here to help me up because it’s a pain in the pass to get off of here without help,” Tré stated with a sigh.
“Oh shit,” Rev said as he shifted in attempt to escape the unsteady swing, but failed miserably.
The drummer's frown transformed into a smirk. Then his eyes twinkled as a certain idea popped into his mind. When the Rev glanced at the blue-eyed man's direction, Tré winked.
“I guess we’ll just have to keep ourselves pre-occupied until someone comes over to help us up,” Tré murmured before he gave the blonde-hair man a gentle kiss.
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Ah, sorry if that was terrible. I've never done this pairing before, nor have I written anything with the Rev in it. D:
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tre/Rev
Disclaimer: Don't own them, neither do you.
Dedication: This one is for dulldiamonds, for my Drabble Meme.
Notes: Sorry! I nearly forgot about this. Thanks Molly for reminding me (coincidentally). 205 words.
A cool summer breeze gently swayed the drummer that was lying down peacefully on a hammock. The drummer’s ocean blue eyes glimmered as they watched his reverend friend sat near a tree for shade.
“Hey Rev!” The blue-eyed man called out.
The blonde-hair man gazed up and glanced at the drummer’s direction.
“Yes, sugarplum?”
“C’mere,” the drummer called out as he waved his arm lazily.
The reverend was about to protest, but when he saw the look on the blue-eyed man’s adorable pout; he sighed in defeat and laid down beside him.
“Ya know I don’t like hammocks, Tré.”
“I know. I only called you over here to help me up because it’s a pain in the pass to get off of here without help,” Tré stated with a sigh.
“Oh shit,” Rev said as he shifted in attempt to escape the unsteady swing, but failed miserably.
The drummer's frown transformed into a smirk. Then his eyes twinkled as a certain idea popped into his mind. When the Rev glanced at the blue-eyed man's direction, Tré winked.
“I guess we’ll just have to keep ourselves pre-occupied until someone comes over to help us up,” Tré murmured before he gave the blonde-hair man a gentle kiss.
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Ah, sorry if that was terrible. I've never done this pairing before, nor have I written anything with the Rev in it. D: