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Pairing: Brian and Stefan///Bri+Steve (implied)
Rating: humorous R
Summary: Brian and Stefan are playing a game, Steve listens on.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I'm not associated with Placebo. I wish I was, These are just the thoughts of a raving lunatic
Author: RancidLint
"Oh Stefie, Push harder. You're going to have to push harder."
Steve looked curiously across the room at the closed door, this had been going on for half an hour, and he was getting just a bit curious. He cleared his throat and went back to the magazine, when all was silent in the hotel room. Suddenly there was a loud smack and a thump.
"Steffie!"
He heard the feminine tone of the other boy in the room and the counter to it coming from the deep voice of the Swede, he couldn't clearly decipher the words. Shaking his head he went back to the magazine, when suddenly there was another crash and it sounded like two bodies falling atop eachother. Steve winced and had heard enough, Stefan was going to hurt the little flower before the concert tomorrow.
He pushed himself up off the couch and padded across the room, he pressed an ear to the cool wood of the door. Listening carefully to the two inside.
"Stefan, you're going to have to move. I can't reach over and get that." Brian looked up at the Swede, trying to stretch over the colorful mat that was on the floor. The dots were hypnotizing to the drunk band mates, Stefan again slipped and fell right onto Brian crushing the smaller boy into the floor face first. Brian shrieked and struggled to get away much to the delight of Stefan who pressed his hips into the cushion of the British Singer's bum.
Brian let out another shriek and spun the peg it landed on left foot red, which would cause him to move back onto the Lanky Swede. He sighed heavily moving back, stef took it as an affectionate gesture and purred in the impish dwarf's ear.
"Stefffannn!" he yelled trying to get him to stop.
And outside, Steve was starting to get worried, he rested a hand on the door handle, slowly giving it a turn. He was afraid of what he would see. He peeked in to see the television blurring, the radio on, the waterbed quite messy, blankets strewn every which way. He was beginning to get jealous. Where were the two idiots now? He moved around picking up cloths and folding them as he went along.
On the other side of the bed, Brian and Stefan were laying on the twister mat, the comforter across their naked forms. No ideas how they could have gotten there, or why. They were just there playing Twister. Or so Steve thought.
Rating: humorous R
Summary: Brian and Stefan are playing a game, Steve listens on.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I'm not associated with Placebo. I wish I was, These are just the thoughts of a raving lunatic
Author: RancidLint
"Oh Stefie, Push harder. You're going to have to push harder."
Steve looked curiously across the room at the closed door, this had been going on for half an hour, and he was getting just a bit curious. He cleared his throat and went back to the magazine, when all was silent in the hotel room. Suddenly there was a loud smack and a thump.
"Steffie!"
He heard the feminine tone of the other boy in the room and the counter to it coming from the deep voice of the Swede, he couldn't clearly decipher the words. Shaking his head he went back to the magazine, when suddenly there was another crash and it sounded like two bodies falling atop eachother. Steve winced and had heard enough, Stefan was going to hurt the little flower before the concert tomorrow.
He pushed himself up off the couch and padded across the room, he pressed an ear to the cool wood of the door. Listening carefully to the two inside.
"Stefan, you're going to have to move. I can't reach over and get that." Brian looked up at the Swede, trying to stretch over the colorful mat that was on the floor. The dots were hypnotizing to the drunk band mates, Stefan again slipped and fell right onto Brian crushing the smaller boy into the floor face first. Brian shrieked and struggled to get away much to the delight of Stefan who pressed his hips into the cushion of the British Singer's bum.
Brian let out another shriek and spun the peg it landed on left foot red, which would cause him to move back onto the Lanky Swede. He sighed heavily moving back, stef took it as an affectionate gesture and purred in the impish dwarf's ear.
"Stefffannn!" he yelled trying to get him to stop.
And outside, Steve was starting to get worried, he rested a hand on the door handle, slowly giving it a turn. He was afraid of what he would see. He peeked in to see the television blurring, the radio on, the waterbed quite messy, blankets strewn every which way. He was beginning to get jealous. Where were the two idiots now? He moved around picking up cloths and folding them as he went along.
On the other side of the bed, Brian and Stefan were laying on the twister mat, the comforter across their naked forms. No ideas how they could have gotten there, or why. They were just there playing Twister. Or so Steve thought.