Fic: Taking care of Matthew
Title: Taking care of Matthew
Fandom: Criminal Minds cast
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/Shemar Moore
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities.
Words: 329 words
Notes: Written in response to lagolindari's prompt at the Criminal Minds RPF meme. The meme is like nine months old, but I found a list of unfulfilled prompts and I just had to write this one.
Prompt: MGG/Shemar. Shemar goes mother hen over MGG about his leg. Bonus if in the trailer - I love trailers :D ( link)
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies.
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Matthew tightened his grip on Shemar's shoulders and pulled away from the wall of the trailer to press himself against him. "Will you just kiss me already?"
"Not before you sit down, prop your leg up and let me get you some ice for your knee," Shemar said, hands firm on his lover's hips.
"Stop mothering me," Matthew laughed. His lips were just inches away from Shemar's. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that bad."
He did shift his weight a little to put less pressure on his left leg, though.
Shemar pushed him slowly back against the wall. "You know, I'm quite sure 'It doesn't hurt that bad' doesn't exactly qualify as fine."
"Glass half empty, much?"
"Matthew," Shemar looked at him right in the eye. "I'm not doing you against this wall, or any wall for that matter, as long as you still need a cane to walk."
He spoke slowly, like he was talking to a little child. And he kind of was, he thought, since Matthew acted like he was six years old most of the time. Which, by the way, was something that Shemar loved about him but would never admit. Ever.
"You are no fun at all," Matthew complained, but let Shemar help him to the couch and slide a pillow under his knee.
Shemar sat down on the edge of the couch and ran his fingers through Matthew's hair. "I just care about you, kid."
Matthew made a face. "Don't call me that. I'm not Reid. And I'm not a kid."
"Yeah, you are."
"Yeah, I am," he smiled at Shemar, then suddenly changed the subject. "You know, French kissing is a great painkiller. One of the best, actually. They did some research on that."
Shemar grinned. "Right."
"I swear!"
Shemar licked his lips, fingers itching to take Matthew's clothes off and touch his bare skin. "And what do researchers say about blow jobs? Or sex on trailer couches?"
"Even better," Matthew pulled him into a kiss. Then, lips still close to his, he added, "and I'm in so much pain right now."
Also: a new case is starting @ crimeland. Why don't you come join the fun?
Fandom: Criminal Minds cast
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/Shemar Moore
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities.
Words: 329 words
Notes: Written in response to lagolindari's prompt at the Criminal Minds RPF meme. The meme is like nine months old, but I found a list of unfulfilled prompts and I just had to write this one.
Prompt: MGG/Shemar. Shemar goes mother hen over MGG about his leg. Bonus if in the trailer - I love trailers :D ( link)
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies.
--
Matthew tightened his grip on Shemar's shoulders and pulled away from the wall of the trailer to press himself against him. "Will you just kiss me already?"
"Not before you sit down, prop your leg up and let me get you some ice for your knee," Shemar said, hands firm on his lover's hips.
"Stop mothering me," Matthew laughed. His lips were just inches away from Shemar's. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that bad."
He did shift his weight a little to put less pressure on his left leg, though.
Shemar pushed him slowly back against the wall. "You know, I'm quite sure 'It doesn't hurt that bad' doesn't exactly qualify as fine."
"Glass half empty, much?"
"Matthew," Shemar looked at him right in the eye. "I'm not doing you against this wall, or any wall for that matter, as long as you still need a cane to walk."
He spoke slowly, like he was talking to a little child. And he kind of was, he thought, since Matthew acted like he was six years old most of the time. Which, by the way, was something that Shemar loved about him but would never admit. Ever.
"You are no fun at all," Matthew complained, but let Shemar help him to the couch and slide a pillow under his knee.
Shemar sat down on the edge of the couch and ran his fingers through Matthew's hair. "I just care about you, kid."
Matthew made a face. "Don't call me that. I'm not Reid. And I'm not a kid."
"Yeah, you are."
"Yeah, I am," he smiled at Shemar, then suddenly changed the subject. "You know, French kissing is a great painkiller. One of the best, actually. They did some research on that."
Shemar grinned. "Right."
"I swear!"
Shemar licked his lips, fingers itching to take Matthew's clothes off and touch his bare skin. "And what do researchers say about blow jobs? Or sex on trailer couches?"
"Even better," Matthew pulled him into a kiss. Then, lips still close to his, he added, "and I'm in so much pain right now."
Also: a new case is starting @ crimeland. Why don't you come join the fun?