Two drabbles: Ducked & Flushed
Title: Ducked
Author: lealpotter
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Sebastian
Word Count: 220
A/N: Sixth on a series of fills for my own self-indulging prompfest on Tumblr.
Prompt: hit the head
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Kurt felt the vibration of the crash before he saw it. In the second that spread between Sebastian’s foot slipping from the ladder steps and his body hitting the floor, Kurt never heard is heart beating.
He wondered fleetingly what that could mean for his health; hearts were supposed to beat, that’s what they did, they could go faster when best friends smiled in that way, or they could slow-dance in your ribcage when best friends dropped onto your bed in a near alcoholic coma and you got to watch them wake up grumpy and whiny and needy and so lovely that your heart ached and folded into itself during that languid beat.
But they didn’t stop.
And then Sebastian did hit the floor and Kurt was moving faster than he ever had, and he thought hysterically to himself if only I could have ran like this back at McKinley sometimes, but then he was there, hands fluttering over Sebastian’s pale face and screeching at everyone else to back the fuck off, you can’t move him, don’t you know anything, don’t you watch tv, don’t you dare touch him.
“Indoor voice, Kurt, we’ve talked about this,” mumbled Sebastian with a pained groan, blinking furiously.
Then he smiled up a Kurt, in that way, and laid his head on his lap.
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Title: Flushed
Author: lealpotter
Rating: R
Warning: None
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Sebastian
Word Count: 229
A/N: Seventh on a series of fills for my own self-indulging prompfest on Tumblr.
Prompt: king of spades
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“Royal. Flush.”
Sebastian smirked victoriously at Kurt’s bewildered frown.
“Read it and weep, Kurtiekins.” He winked and eyed Kurt’s boxer briefs hungrily. “Strip.”
Kurt shook his head slowly, discarding his two pairs and pilling up the cards methodically.
Then he started counting. Sebastian paled slightly and swallowed.
“What - why - you -“
Kurt shushed him and kept counting.
Sebastian curled his hands into his lap and hung his head.
He flinched at Kurt’s gleeful “Ah-ah!”.
“I knew I had seen the king of spades at the bottom of the pile. And lo and behold,” Kurt moved to sit on Sebastian’s still clothed thighs brandishing the two equal cards under his nose, “honey, we’ve got twins!”
Sebastian snorted involuntarily and looked up. Kurt was glaring at him in faux-anger; his lips were twitching madly.
“Honestly, Sebastian, two decks? I was a little skeptic with a queen and a ten in the fold, and then you turn the river and bam, jack of spades.” Kurt shook his head in dismay. “I’m offended you’d even consider that could possibly slip past me.”
Sebastian blushed; Kurt’s mouth opened in a small ‘o’.
“I see.”
Then he was popping the button free, pulling down Sebastian’s zipper and wringing his hand inside his jeans. Sebastian gave a small strangled sigh, making Kurt grin smugly.
“Commando, uh?” He mouthed a spot behind Sebastian’s ear. “Strip.”
Author: lealpotter
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Sebastian
Word Count: 220
A/N: Sixth on a series of fills for my own self-indulging prompfest on Tumblr.
Prompt: hit the head
_______________________________________________
Kurt felt the vibration of the crash before he saw it. In the second that spread between Sebastian’s foot slipping from the ladder steps and his body hitting the floor, Kurt never heard is heart beating.
He wondered fleetingly what that could mean for his health; hearts were supposed to beat, that’s what they did, they could go faster when best friends smiled in that way, or they could slow-dance in your ribcage when best friends dropped onto your bed in a near alcoholic coma and you got to watch them wake up grumpy and whiny and needy and so lovely that your heart ached and folded into itself during that languid beat.
But they didn’t stop.
And then Sebastian did hit the floor and Kurt was moving faster than he ever had, and he thought hysterically to himself if only I could have ran like this back at McKinley sometimes, but then he was there, hands fluttering over Sebastian’s pale face and screeching at everyone else to back the fuck off, you can’t move him, don’t you know anything, don’t you watch tv, don’t you dare touch him.
“Indoor voice, Kurt, we’ve talked about this,” mumbled Sebastian with a pained groan, blinking furiously.
Then he smiled up a Kurt, in that way, and laid his head on his lap.
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Title: Flushed
Author: lealpotter
Rating: R
Warning: None
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Sebastian
Word Count: 229
A/N: Seventh on a series of fills for my own self-indulging prompfest on Tumblr.
Prompt: king of spades
______________________________________________________
“Royal. Flush.”
Sebastian smirked victoriously at Kurt’s bewildered frown.
“Read it and weep, Kurtiekins.” He winked and eyed Kurt’s boxer briefs hungrily. “Strip.”
Kurt shook his head slowly, discarding his two pairs and pilling up the cards methodically.
Then he started counting. Sebastian paled slightly and swallowed.
“What - why - you -“
Kurt shushed him and kept counting.
Sebastian curled his hands into his lap and hung his head.
He flinched at Kurt’s gleeful “Ah-ah!”.
“I knew I had seen the king of spades at the bottom of the pile. And lo and behold,” Kurt moved to sit on Sebastian’s still clothed thighs brandishing the two equal cards under his nose, “honey, we’ve got twins!”
Sebastian snorted involuntarily and looked up. Kurt was glaring at him in faux-anger; his lips were twitching madly.
“Honestly, Sebastian, two decks? I was a little skeptic with a queen and a ten in the fold, and then you turn the river and bam, jack of spades.” Kurt shook his head in dismay. “I’m offended you’d even consider that could possibly slip past me.”
Sebastian blushed; Kurt’s mouth opened in a small ‘o’.
“I see.”
Then he was popping the button free, pulling down Sebastian’s zipper and wringing his hand inside his jeans. Sebastian gave a small strangled sigh, making Kurt grin smugly.
“Commando, uh?” He mouthed a spot behind Sebastian’s ear. “Strip.”