Flashpoint Fic: Operation Toy Gun (Sam/Ed, PG-13)
Title: Operation Toy Gun
Word Count: 500.
Characters: Sam/Ed.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Naughty stuff. ;)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: After dinner, Sam starts Operation Toy Gun.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, Prompt #12 - Retaliate.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Betas: The lovely AnaklusmostRiptide from FF and the great lillyg.
Operation Toy Gun
“You’re lying,” Sam snapped, leaving his fork on the table.
“No, I’m not. It’s good…” Ed stated, but he didn’t take another sip. Not even Sam could bear that soup.
“It’s horrible and it doesn’t even taste like chicken… I’m not a fine cook, that’s the truth.” A bit disappointed at his own efforts to try to make dinner for once, Sam shook his head.
“C’mon, it’s not a big deal… You’ve got other talents,” Ed said, smiling wickedly, the meaning of his words hanging in the air.
“Save the flattering. I still remember what we did two nights ago.” Sam knew that if he mentioned that, he’d have Ed in a silver tray. Pretending he hadn’t enjoyed their game was a big part of the plan.
“I’m sorry if…”
“I said it was okay when we got to bed, I know… but still.” How smooth, Sam. Well done. Don’t push it, let him come to you. “Anyway, I won’t cook again, all right? I might be a man of many talents, but cooking isn’t one of them.” I’ve got so many more than you know. Thinking that maybe this was the right time, Sam got up and went towards his bag pack. “You know, I bought us something.”
Ed got up and followed him. “What’s that?”
He was a traditional kind of guy, so not aware of the many possibilities youth held nowadays. Let’s spice it up a bit for you. You will so thank me for this. Within seconds, Sam was taking something out of his bag and showing it to the other man.
“A toy gun? What are we going to do with that?” Ed snapped, frowning and almost laughing.
“Just watch. Trust me on this one.” Sam lifted his hand, asking for his lover’s attention, and when he finally got it, he started operation Toy Gun.
He let his fingers run up and down the gun and finally stroked the barrel as an obvious analogy of his intentions. Am I explicit enough for you? Clear enough, too? He set a slow pace on the toy. Nice and easy… Just the way you like it. Just the way I can make you blush. And, in fact, Ed was seriously starting to get some color. “Does this give you any ideas?”
The answer took a bit of time to arrive. “Actually, yeah… yeah, it does…”
Sam carefully left the gun on the table. “This is what I want tonight. Is it okay?” With his eyes still fixed on the toy gun, Ed nodded. His blushed, confused but turned-on face was on the most arousing images. Coming closer to him, Sam couldn’t help but kissing him. Ed’s lips were dry against his, a combination of heavy breathing and a suppressed moan. “It’s payback time.”
Ed gave him his best playful smile. “Really? Then I guess I’ll have to fight back.”
“Good.” Sam grinned, taking his lover’s hand and guiding him into the warm bedroom. “Because that’s exactly the point.”
The End.
Word Count: 500.
Characters: Sam/Ed.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Naughty stuff. ;)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: After dinner, Sam starts Operation Toy Gun.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, Prompt #12 - Retaliate.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Betas: The lovely AnaklusmostRiptide from FF and the great lillyg.
Operation Toy Gun
“You’re lying,” Sam snapped, leaving his fork on the table.
“No, I’m not. It’s good…” Ed stated, but he didn’t take another sip. Not even Sam could bear that soup.
“It’s horrible and it doesn’t even taste like chicken… I’m not a fine cook, that’s the truth.” A bit disappointed at his own efforts to try to make dinner for once, Sam shook his head.
“C’mon, it’s not a big deal… You’ve got other talents,” Ed said, smiling wickedly, the meaning of his words hanging in the air.
“Save the flattering. I still remember what we did two nights ago.” Sam knew that if he mentioned that, he’d have Ed in a silver tray. Pretending he hadn’t enjoyed their game was a big part of the plan.
“I’m sorry if…”
“I said it was okay when we got to bed, I know… but still.” How smooth, Sam. Well done. Don’t push it, let him come to you. “Anyway, I won’t cook again, all right? I might be a man of many talents, but cooking isn’t one of them.” I’ve got so many more than you know. Thinking that maybe this was the right time, Sam got up and went towards his bag pack. “You know, I bought us something.”
Ed got up and followed him. “What’s that?”
He was a traditional kind of guy, so not aware of the many possibilities youth held nowadays. Let’s spice it up a bit for you. You will so thank me for this. Within seconds, Sam was taking something out of his bag and showing it to the other man.
“A toy gun? What are we going to do with that?” Ed snapped, frowning and almost laughing.
“Just watch. Trust me on this one.” Sam lifted his hand, asking for his lover’s attention, and when he finally got it, he started operation Toy Gun.
He let his fingers run up and down the gun and finally stroked the barrel as an obvious analogy of his intentions. Am I explicit enough for you? Clear enough, too? He set a slow pace on the toy. Nice and easy… Just the way you like it. Just the way I can make you blush. And, in fact, Ed was seriously starting to get some color. “Does this give you any ideas?”
The answer took a bit of time to arrive. “Actually, yeah… yeah, it does…”
Sam carefully left the gun on the table. “This is what I want tonight. Is it okay?” With his eyes still fixed on the toy gun, Ed nodded. His blushed, confused but turned-on face was on the most arousing images. Coming closer to him, Sam couldn’t help but kissing him. Ed’s lips were dry against his, a combination of heavy breathing and a suppressed moan. “It’s payback time.”
Ed gave him his best playful smile. “Really? Then I guess I’ll have to fight back.”
“Good.” Sam grinned, taking his lover’s hand and guiding him into the warm bedroom. “Because that’s exactly the point.”
The End.