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Title: Hygiene
Prompt: Showers
Pairing: T-Bag/Sucre
Warning: Implied mansex at the end :O
Words: 567
The warm waters dashed across his tanned skin, fingers skittering along cuts and brushes that were gathering up the soap from the body wash he'd used. Sucre gave a soft sigh, tempted to sing now as the water caressed over him like a thousand soft fingers. Staring at the wall, his eyes adjusted to the steam coated room catching the small details - the cracks, the stains on the walls, the ant crawling up the ceiling. He gave a little groan and made a face.
The feeling of soft fingers returned, and Sucre's eyes fell shut and his head tipped back exposing his throat, when the water-fingers brushed against his side, over his stomach which turned into the solid feeling of an arm against him. His eyes popped open and he saw a tanned hand grasping the wash cloth in front of him the one detail that caught his eye was a small tattoo of 'xoxoxo' around the middle finger. He froze. His mouth dropped open, and he was about to scream when he was shoved out of the way so a smaller man could situate himself beneath the spray.
"Mmnn, mmnn...this is sweet, boy. Hot runnin' water...good towels. Wouldn't ya agree, Fer-nan-do." He scowled suddenly, staring at the small southern man, backing a ways from him, placing a hand over his privates. The southerner didn't move as his hair became plastered on his skin, the rivulets running down his chest, to tease down to his hips and that coarse dark hair - Sucre's eyes jerked back upwards to the man's smirking face.
"A...ah look, papi, why the hell is you runnin' in on -my- shower time? I locked the door!" Sucre snapped at him, still hiding behind his hand, and T-Bag laughed, rolling his dark eyes.
"Boy, I can pick most any lock. Bathroom doors ain't hard to pick, anyways. And I was gettin' fed up o' you stealin' all the damn water an' leavin me with just an eetsy bit. I ain't one to take cold showers every day." Was the response he got through the steam as Teddy turned up the heat a bit. Sucre frowned, was about to retort when Theodore's body was sliding against his own.
"Look at'cha though. All smooth skin, baby fat and legs like a stallion. Beautiful biceps I could just..." His lips parted and his teeth grazed the muscle. This jolted down to Sucre's groin, and red alerts were flashing in his mind as the man continued to talk, "Ah know I tol' ya lotsa times I don't do nothin' but white chickens...but I'm sure...I'm sure I could go for dark meat jus' this once..." His lips were next to Sucre's, his voice husky and panting as his fingertips grazed Sucre's hand that was covering his growing erection.
"L...look, I...I don't do that with guys. I...I ain't gay." Sucre stuttered, shaking against those fingers, those lips and that breath. The voice held him captivated, and he understood how Teddy could have bagged himself a woman so easily. The man was a drug, all angles and sexuality. He was ups and downs, with sharp curves and corners that left you breathless.
"Neither am I, papi..." Whispered T-Bag as he cupped the back of Sucre's head, and Sucre took a dive. He found the waters to be so very welcoming.
Prompt: Showers
Pairing: T-Bag/Sucre
Warning: Implied mansex at the end :O
Words: 567
The warm waters dashed across his tanned skin, fingers skittering along cuts and brushes that were gathering up the soap from the body wash he'd used. Sucre gave a soft sigh, tempted to sing now as the water caressed over him like a thousand soft fingers. Staring at the wall, his eyes adjusted to the steam coated room catching the small details - the cracks, the stains on the walls, the ant crawling up the ceiling. He gave a little groan and made a face.
The feeling of soft fingers returned, and Sucre's eyes fell shut and his head tipped back exposing his throat, when the water-fingers brushed against his side, over his stomach which turned into the solid feeling of an arm against him. His eyes popped open and he saw a tanned hand grasping the wash cloth in front of him the one detail that caught his eye was a small tattoo of 'xoxoxo' around the middle finger. He froze. His mouth dropped open, and he was about to scream when he was shoved out of the way so a smaller man could situate himself beneath the spray.
"Mmnn, mmnn...this is sweet, boy. Hot runnin' water...good towels. Wouldn't ya agree, Fer-nan-do." He scowled suddenly, staring at the small southern man, backing a ways from him, placing a hand over his privates. The southerner didn't move as his hair became plastered on his skin, the rivulets running down his chest, to tease down to his hips and that coarse dark hair - Sucre's eyes jerked back upwards to the man's smirking face.
"A...ah look, papi, why the hell is you runnin' in on -my- shower time? I locked the door!" Sucre snapped at him, still hiding behind his hand, and T-Bag laughed, rolling his dark eyes.
"Boy, I can pick most any lock. Bathroom doors ain't hard to pick, anyways. And I was gettin' fed up o' you stealin' all the damn water an' leavin me with just an eetsy bit. I ain't one to take cold showers every day." Was the response he got through the steam as Teddy turned up the heat a bit. Sucre frowned, was about to retort when Theodore's body was sliding against his own.
"Look at'cha though. All smooth skin, baby fat and legs like a stallion. Beautiful biceps I could just..." His lips parted and his teeth grazed the muscle. This jolted down to Sucre's groin, and red alerts were flashing in his mind as the man continued to talk, "Ah know I tol' ya lotsa times I don't do nothin' but white chickens...but I'm sure...I'm sure I could go for dark meat jus' this once..." His lips were next to Sucre's, his voice husky and panting as his fingertips grazed Sucre's hand that was covering his growing erection.
"L...look, I...I don't do that with guys. I...I ain't gay." Sucre stuttered, shaking against those fingers, those lips and that breath. The voice held him captivated, and he understood how Teddy could have bagged himself a woman so easily. The man was a drug, all angles and sexuality. He was ups and downs, with sharp curves and corners that left you breathless.
"Neither am I, papi..." Whispered T-Bag as he cupped the back of Sucre's head, and Sucre took a dive. He found the waters to be so very welcoming.