fic: "The Ball Pit Juxtaposition" (PG-13)
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Title: The Ball Pit Juxtaposition
Author: hitbyadeathcab
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Summary: “He’s really getting sick of these two-in-the-morning calls from Playland security every time Sheldon has some kind of mental turmoil. The guard doesn’t even bother to hang around once Leonard’s shown up.”
Word Count: 840
Notes: Just a little bit of fluff. In the ball pit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
If Leonard hears “Bazinga!” one more time, he’s going to lose it.
He’s really getting sick of these two-in-the- morning calls from Playland security every time Sheldon has some kind of mental turmoil. The guard doesn’t even bother to hang around once Leonard’s shown up. He doesn’t know what triggered it this time, but damnit, Leonard is going to find out and end the madness once and for all.
He hopes.
“Sheldon, this has to stop.” Leonard gets no response, except for a childish giggle.
He can hear Sheldon shuffling through the balls a few feet to his left. He dives for it, and clamps his hand around a skinny ankle. He comes up for air, holding Sheldon’s ankle triumphantly, to see the other man glaring at him.
“Is that really necessary, Leonard? I bruise rather easily.”
Leonard rolls his eyes. “I know. I’ll let go if you promise to stop this insanity and tell me what’s going on.”
The smaller physicist really doesn’t like the evil glint in Sheldon’s grin. He doesn’t react quickly enough, though, and a red playpen ball smacks him square in the face. He can feel his glasses go flying away from him.
“Sheldon! What the hell?!” Leonard says angrily, groping about for his glasses with his free hand. Sheldon’s definitely not getting his ankle back now.
The owner attached to said ankle suddenly moves, pulling Leonard with him. With his vision blurred beyond recognition, it’s all Leonard can do to hang on and hope neither of them steps on his glasses in the meantime.
“If you must know,” Sheldon says breathlessly after stopping in the middle of the pit, “I was experiencing some odd mental and physiological symptoms.”
“What kind of symptoms?” Leonard asks uneasily. The blurry Sheldon in front of him gestures agitatedly.
“Well, when I described them to Penny, she called my ailment a ‘crush.’” Even though Leonard can’t see it, he knows the look of derision on Sheldon’s face too well.
“You? Dr. Sheldon Cooper? A crush?” Leonard swallows the lump that suddenly appears in his throat.
“Yes. Now let go of me.” Sheldon struggles back toward Leonard and attempts to pry the smaller man’s fingers from his definitely bruised ankle.
“Hold on,” Leonard grabs Sheldon’s wrist with his free hand, stopping the taller man in his tracks. “First, help me find my glasses, and then I want to know who you, of all people, have a crush on.”
The blurry Sheldon in front of him looks around momentarily before pointing decisively behind Leonard, ostensibly toward his glasses. Leonard releases blurry Sheldon, allowing the taller man to retrieve them. He can only hope that Sheldon won’t revert to his Bazinga game.
Amazingly, no shouts of “Bazinga!” reach Leonard’s ears, and suddenly Sheldon is in front of him. Leonard holds out his hand for his glasses, but Sheldon again surprises him by gently placing the glasses on his nose, restoring the smaller physicist’s vision.
He looks up at Sheldon, whose lips are twitching, as though he’s trying to hold back a smile. Or a grimace, Leonard isn’t sure.
“Thanks.” Sheldon is fidgeting with the belt of his flannel robe, and Leonard’s gaze is drawn to his pale hands. “Now who the heck do you have a crush on? I never thought I’d see the day.”
“I hardly think you need to know that sort of thing,” Sheldon says evasively, looking at a spot over Leonard’s head.
Leonard’s really curious now. “Sheldon, I’m your best friend. If you’re going to tell anyone, it may as well be me.” He’s almost afraid of the taller man’s answer. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Sheldon suddenly looks him in the eye, his gaze piercingly blue. Leonard is taken aback, but he knows the answer-always did, really-and he reaches for the lapel on Sheldon’s robe.
Kissing Sheldon is awkward at first. Leonard slides his hands up to Sheldon’s neck, and can’t help but think they must look as silly as those couples in the romantic comedies Penny likes so much, waist deep in a ball pit.
After a few moments, Sheldon’s lips and jaw relax, and Leonard opens his mouth in invitation. Sheldon follows his lead, and their tongues tentatively slide together as Leonard allows the taller man to investigate his mouth.
Eventually, Sheldon puts his hands on Leonard’s shoulders, as if just realizing that he’s supposed to be doing something with them. The taller physicist is nothing if not thorough, and soon Leonard is sure Sheldon has mapped out his mouth well enough to render a three-dimensional model. Kissing Penny had always been fun and sloppy, but kissing Sheldon is methodical and pleasant in an entirely different way.
Leonard pulls away when he feels himself getting hard, willing himself to remain calm. He looks at Sheldon, who’s breathing rapidly, gaze directed at the colourful balls surrounding them. Sheldon is the first to break the silence, hands still on Leonard’s shoulders.
“Leonard, perhaps it’s time we go home.”
Leonard can’t help his grin. “Sounds good, buddy.”
Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated! All other fanfiction can be found under the fic tag.
Title: The Ball Pit Juxtaposition
Author: hitbyadeathcab
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
Pairing: Leonard/Sheldon
Summary: “He’s really getting sick of these two-in-the-morning calls from Playland security every time Sheldon has some kind of mental turmoil. The guard doesn’t even bother to hang around once Leonard’s shown up.”
Word Count: 840
Notes: Just a little bit of fluff. In the ball pit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
If Leonard hears “Bazinga!” one more time, he’s going to lose it.
He’s really getting sick of these two-in-the- morning calls from Playland security every time Sheldon has some kind of mental turmoil. The guard doesn’t even bother to hang around once Leonard’s shown up. He doesn’t know what triggered it this time, but damnit, Leonard is going to find out and end the madness once and for all.
He hopes.
“Sheldon, this has to stop.” Leonard gets no response, except for a childish giggle.
He can hear Sheldon shuffling through the balls a few feet to his left. He dives for it, and clamps his hand around a skinny ankle. He comes up for air, holding Sheldon’s ankle triumphantly, to see the other man glaring at him.
“Is that really necessary, Leonard? I bruise rather easily.”
Leonard rolls his eyes. “I know. I’ll let go if you promise to stop this insanity and tell me what’s going on.”
The smaller physicist really doesn’t like the evil glint in Sheldon’s grin. He doesn’t react quickly enough, though, and a red playpen ball smacks him square in the face. He can feel his glasses go flying away from him.
“Sheldon! What the hell?!” Leonard says angrily, groping about for his glasses with his free hand. Sheldon’s definitely not getting his ankle back now.
The owner attached to said ankle suddenly moves, pulling Leonard with him. With his vision blurred beyond recognition, it’s all Leonard can do to hang on and hope neither of them steps on his glasses in the meantime.
“If you must know,” Sheldon says breathlessly after stopping in the middle of the pit, “I was experiencing some odd mental and physiological symptoms.”
“What kind of symptoms?” Leonard asks uneasily. The blurry Sheldon in front of him gestures agitatedly.
“Well, when I described them to Penny, she called my ailment a ‘crush.’” Even though Leonard can’t see it, he knows the look of derision on Sheldon’s face too well.
“You? Dr. Sheldon Cooper? A crush?” Leonard swallows the lump that suddenly appears in his throat.
“Yes. Now let go of me.” Sheldon struggles back toward Leonard and attempts to pry the smaller man’s fingers from his definitely bruised ankle.
“Hold on,” Leonard grabs Sheldon’s wrist with his free hand, stopping the taller man in his tracks. “First, help me find my glasses, and then I want to know who you, of all people, have a crush on.”
The blurry Sheldon in front of him looks around momentarily before pointing decisively behind Leonard, ostensibly toward his glasses. Leonard releases blurry Sheldon, allowing the taller man to retrieve them. He can only hope that Sheldon won’t revert to his Bazinga game.
Amazingly, no shouts of “Bazinga!” reach Leonard’s ears, and suddenly Sheldon is in front of him. Leonard holds out his hand for his glasses, but Sheldon again surprises him by gently placing the glasses on his nose, restoring the smaller physicist’s vision.
He looks up at Sheldon, whose lips are twitching, as though he’s trying to hold back a smile. Or a grimace, Leonard isn’t sure.
“Thanks.” Sheldon is fidgeting with the belt of his flannel robe, and Leonard’s gaze is drawn to his pale hands. “Now who the heck do you have a crush on? I never thought I’d see the day.”
“I hardly think you need to know that sort of thing,” Sheldon says evasively, looking at a spot over Leonard’s head.
Leonard’s really curious now. “Sheldon, I’m your best friend. If you’re going to tell anyone, it may as well be me.” He’s almost afraid of the taller man’s answer. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Sheldon suddenly looks him in the eye, his gaze piercingly blue. Leonard is taken aback, but he knows the answer-always did, really-and he reaches for the lapel on Sheldon’s robe.
Kissing Sheldon is awkward at first. Leonard slides his hands up to Sheldon’s neck, and can’t help but think they must look as silly as those couples in the romantic comedies Penny likes so much, waist deep in a ball pit.
After a few moments, Sheldon’s lips and jaw relax, and Leonard opens his mouth in invitation. Sheldon follows his lead, and their tongues tentatively slide together as Leonard allows the taller man to investigate his mouth.
Eventually, Sheldon puts his hands on Leonard’s shoulders, as if just realizing that he’s supposed to be doing something with them. The taller physicist is nothing if not thorough, and soon Leonard is sure Sheldon has mapped out his mouth well enough to render a three-dimensional model. Kissing Penny had always been fun and sloppy, but kissing Sheldon is methodical and pleasant in an entirely different way.
Leonard pulls away when he feels himself getting hard, willing himself to remain calm. He looks at Sheldon, who’s breathing rapidly, gaze directed at the colourful balls surrounding them. Sheldon is the first to break the silence, hands still on Leonard’s shoulders.
“Leonard, perhaps it’s time we go home.”
Leonard can’t help his grin. “Sounds good, buddy.”
Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated! All other fanfiction can be found under the fic tag.