Giving In
Title: Giving In
Author: Sei
Pairing: Whip/Cat
Rating: Pg-13
Genre:
Date Written: 9-20-09
DISCLAIMER: I own them not! I know them not! Kill me not!
Summary: Whip won't give in until Cat does.
A/N: I had a hell of a time getting this typed up, so I hope you enjoy it. ^.~
"Say it."
"No."
"Now..."
"Fuck off!"
Andreas glowered at the boy in front of him. The younger of the two glared right back. Recognizing a dead-end when he saw one, Whip changed his tactic. "This doesn't matter to me, you know. You're only hurting yourself..." He mused, allowing his persona to take on a non-chalant edge.
Eric's eyes narrowed on his friend, but he didn't give in. He knew exactly what the vocalist was trying to do. The man had a way with manipulation; so much so that Eric sometimes swore that he had perfected the art. It wasn't going to work this time, though. He would stand strong. But damn it all if he didn't want what the older man was so deviously withholding!
Andre smirked; he knew the boy wanted it. It was obvious from the look in his eyes, and the way he kept flicking his tongue against his lip ring. No, he wouldn't last much longer.
Eric hated when Andreas did this; it wasn't fair! What made it so damn special that he had to voice it to get what he wanted? Huffing a bit, Eric moved closer to the smug-looking singer, his eyes sweeping over the slightly-larger-than-his-own masculine physue. Andreas's chest was currently bare, and his jeans were riding low on his hips. The way he had his body lazily slung across the chair could only be described as teasing - at least in Eric's view.
Suddenly, a mischievious glint came to Eric's eyes as a thought struck him; if Andreas wouldn't give it to him willingly, perhaps he could simply take it. His plump pout suddenly sporting a smug grin, he closed the small distance between them and gracefully sat himself on the older male's lap. His legs draped over Andreas's almost to the floor; when Jonas teased him about being all leg, he wasn't completely joking. Grinning down at the man now below him, Eric lightly swung his legs back and forth, while bringing a finger up to trace the tattoo that sprawled across Whip's upper chest.
Andreas smirked; Cat was fully playing the innocent act, and if he hadn't known the boy better than he did himself, he would have fallen for it. However, as it was, he was pretty sure he knew what the boy was playing at. Even so, he still 'hmmed' softly for the boy as his fingers tickled across his skin, the touches feather-soft. No matter what little scheme was hatching in his head, the young guitarist's touches were always welcome to Andreas.
Eric's hips were unconsiously moving against Andreas while he allowed his fingers to continue to play across the vocalist's chest, and the tiny, sporatic, but oh-so-erotic, movements were almost enough to distract Andreas from the hand that had seemingly innocently slipped behind his back and was inching closer and closer to his back pocket; almost.
Eric's victorious smirk quickly turned into a disappointed scowl as he felt Andreas's strong hand wrap around his slender wrist. Raising his gaze to look up at Andre through his lashes, he allowed his perfect pout to slip back into place. "Andi..." he whined softly, his tactics changing as quickly as his position did in this game of theirs.
Andreas quirked an eyebrow at the little tease perched atop his lap. "You know what to do, Kitty..." he drawled, effectively distracting the boy for just a second. Before Eric was sure what had happened, both his hands were trapped behind his back by one of Andreas's larger ones. Pouting further, though Andreas would have sworn it weren't possible, the boy whined and bucked his hips in protest. Both men groaned at the sudden friction caused between them. Andreas chuckled at the particularly surprised look on Eric's face before taking advantage of it and bucking his own hips, again causing that wonderful friction that was only so possible because of the way Eric's body bent into Andreas's.
"Andi!!" Eric cried out his pet-name for the singer in self-rightous protest.
Andreas chuckled at the boy's indignation. "Yeah Kitten?" he rumbled, using his own pet-name for the other while smirking up at the now-frustrated boy.
Eric huffed and stared at his elder, quickly adding up his options and coming up quite short. He'd have to give in soon; there was no way out otherwise. This didn't mean that he wouldn't do his best to get even with the vocalist first, however.
Andreas's smirk darkened as he watched his young friend smoulder. "Just say it," he taunted, the smirk apparent even in his heavy voice. "It's not that hard... and then, I'll let you have it." His deep voice was so full of promise that Eric found himself biting at his lip nervously.
Though Andreas was enjoying toying with the boy, his patience was starting to grow a bit thin. To call Eric's attention to this, he pulled the guitarist's arms back a bit tighter as he slowly yet firmly pressed his hips into Eric's again.
A light moan slipped past Eric's ample lips, followed closely by a sigh of defeat. "Fine," he hmphed, letting his chin dramatically fall to his chest. This caused Andreas to smirk again, before waiting for the boy to continue. After only a few moments, Eric lifted his head slightly and stared up at Andreas through his thick lashes. He gently tugged at his captive hands, and Andreas released him, eager to see what Eric was planning. The boy's antics right before 'surrendering' were always something to behold.
He wasn't disappointed as Eric leaned forward and wrapped his long arms around Andreas's shoulders, and gently pressed his lips to the man's ear. "Andreas..." he breathed, causing that very man to shudder beneath him. Smirking, he leaned further in and ran his wet tongue from the bottom of Whip's jaw back up to his ear. He delighted in the whimpered moan he drew out before lightly blowing on the skin he had just dampened. He felt Whip shudder again, along with his strong hands tighten where they rested on his hips. Chuckling softly, Eric returned his mouth to the vocalist's ear and finally breathed out what the male beneath him so badly wanted to hear.
"Please....." he drew out the word, long and low, before drawing Andreas's earlobe between his teeth and nipping while at the same time bucking his hips sharply. The noise Andreas made, which was somewhere between a yelp, grunt, and a moan, was compensation enough for letting that loathsome word come out of his mouth, and he was grinning devishly as he leaned up to gaze at his beloved Whiplasher.
Andreas himself was chuckling and shaking his head at the extraordinary creature that sat atop his lap. "Was that so hard?" he purred teasingly as he ran his hands along the young guitarist's hips. The slight huff of annoyance he received was answer enough for him, and he chuckled. "Alright, alright," he drawled. "A deal's a deal."
Eric grinned and eagerly awaited his promised gift. He never doubted that Andreas actually had it; the man may give him insistant hell almost worse than he himself gave everyone else, but he wasn't one to break a promise.
Unable to resist the glee in the boy's eyes any longer, Andreas lifted himself up a bit, secretly enjoying the way Eric tightened his legs around his own to keep from falling, and retrieved something from his back pocket. Holding it only a few inches from Eric's face, Andre grinned and laughed aloud when the boy squealed with joy and snatched the package from his hand with lightning speed.
'Finally!!' Eric cried to himself, cradling the precious package to his chest as he hopped down from Whip's lap. The aggrivating man was getting entirely too much enjoyment out of him, the guitarist decided, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry with him for it. Chuckling a bit himself, Eric leaned over and planted a quick kiss to Whip's lips before disappearing into the dressing room, but not before adding a quiet "Thanks."
Andreas watched him leave with a light smile. The boy amazed him; all that over a simple word and a new set of jewelry...
Author: Sei
Pairing: Whip/Cat
Rating: Pg-13
Genre:
Date Written: 9-20-09
DISCLAIMER: I own them not! I know them not! Kill me not!
Summary: Whip won't give in until Cat does.
A/N: I had a hell of a time getting this typed up, so I hope you enjoy it. ^.~
"Say it."
"No."
"Now..."
"Fuck off!"
Andreas glowered at the boy in front of him. The younger of the two glared right back. Recognizing a dead-end when he saw one, Whip changed his tactic. "This doesn't matter to me, you know. You're only hurting yourself..." He mused, allowing his persona to take on a non-chalant edge.
Eric's eyes narrowed on his friend, but he didn't give in. He knew exactly what the vocalist was trying to do. The man had a way with manipulation; so much so that Eric sometimes swore that he had perfected the art. It wasn't going to work this time, though. He would stand strong. But damn it all if he didn't want what the older man was so deviously withholding!
Andre smirked; he knew the boy wanted it. It was obvious from the look in his eyes, and the way he kept flicking his tongue against his lip ring. No, he wouldn't last much longer.
Eric hated when Andreas did this; it wasn't fair! What made it so damn special that he had to voice it to get what he wanted? Huffing a bit, Eric moved closer to the smug-looking singer, his eyes sweeping over the slightly-larger-than-his-own masculine physue. Andreas's chest was currently bare, and his jeans were riding low on his hips. The way he had his body lazily slung across the chair could only be described as teasing - at least in Eric's view.
Suddenly, a mischievious glint came to Eric's eyes as a thought struck him; if Andreas wouldn't give it to him willingly, perhaps he could simply take it. His plump pout suddenly sporting a smug grin, he closed the small distance between them and gracefully sat himself on the older male's lap. His legs draped over Andreas's almost to the floor; when Jonas teased him about being all leg, he wasn't completely joking. Grinning down at the man now below him, Eric lightly swung his legs back and forth, while bringing a finger up to trace the tattoo that sprawled across Whip's upper chest.
Andreas smirked; Cat was fully playing the innocent act, and if he hadn't known the boy better than he did himself, he would have fallen for it. However, as it was, he was pretty sure he knew what the boy was playing at. Even so, he still 'hmmed' softly for the boy as his fingers tickled across his skin, the touches feather-soft. No matter what little scheme was hatching in his head, the young guitarist's touches were always welcome to Andreas.
Eric's hips were unconsiously moving against Andreas while he allowed his fingers to continue to play across the vocalist's chest, and the tiny, sporatic, but oh-so-erotic, movements were almost enough to distract Andreas from the hand that had seemingly innocently slipped behind his back and was inching closer and closer to his back pocket; almost.
Eric's victorious smirk quickly turned into a disappointed scowl as he felt Andreas's strong hand wrap around his slender wrist. Raising his gaze to look up at Andre through his lashes, he allowed his perfect pout to slip back into place. "Andi..." he whined softly, his tactics changing as quickly as his position did in this game of theirs.
Andreas quirked an eyebrow at the little tease perched atop his lap. "You know what to do, Kitty..." he drawled, effectively distracting the boy for just a second. Before Eric was sure what had happened, both his hands were trapped behind his back by one of Andreas's larger ones. Pouting further, though Andreas would have sworn it weren't possible, the boy whined and bucked his hips in protest. Both men groaned at the sudden friction caused between them. Andreas chuckled at the particularly surprised look on Eric's face before taking advantage of it and bucking his own hips, again causing that wonderful friction that was only so possible because of the way Eric's body bent into Andreas's.
"Andi!!" Eric cried out his pet-name for the singer in self-rightous protest.
Andreas chuckled at the boy's indignation. "Yeah Kitten?" he rumbled, using his own pet-name for the other while smirking up at the now-frustrated boy.
Eric huffed and stared at his elder, quickly adding up his options and coming up quite short. He'd have to give in soon; there was no way out otherwise. This didn't mean that he wouldn't do his best to get even with the vocalist first, however.
Andreas's smirk darkened as he watched his young friend smoulder. "Just say it," he taunted, the smirk apparent even in his heavy voice. "It's not that hard... and then, I'll let you have it." His deep voice was so full of promise that Eric found himself biting at his lip nervously.
Though Andreas was enjoying toying with the boy, his patience was starting to grow a bit thin. To call Eric's attention to this, he pulled the guitarist's arms back a bit tighter as he slowly yet firmly pressed his hips into Eric's again.
A light moan slipped past Eric's ample lips, followed closely by a sigh of defeat. "Fine," he hmphed, letting his chin dramatically fall to his chest. This caused Andreas to smirk again, before waiting for the boy to continue. After only a few moments, Eric lifted his head slightly and stared up at Andreas through his thick lashes. He gently tugged at his captive hands, and Andreas released him, eager to see what Eric was planning. The boy's antics right before 'surrendering' were always something to behold.
He wasn't disappointed as Eric leaned forward and wrapped his long arms around Andreas's shoulders, and gently pressed his lips to the man's ear. "Andreas..." he breathed, causing that very man to shudder beneath him. Smirking, he leaned further in and ran his wet tongue from the bottom of Whip's jaw back up to his ear. He delighted in the whimpered moan he drew out before lightly blowing on the skin he had just dampened. He felt Whip shudder again, along with his strong hands tighten where they rested on his hips. Chuckling softly, Eric returned his mouth to the vocalist's ear and finally breathed out what the male beneath him so badly wanted to hear.
"Please....." he drew out the word, long and low, before drawing Andreas's earlobe between his teeth and nipping while at the same time bucking his hips sharply. The noise Andreas made, which was somewhere between a yelp, grunt, and a moan, was compensation enough for letting that loathsome word come out of his mouth, and he was grinning devishly as he leaned up to gaze at his beloved Whiplasher.
Andreas himself was chuckling and shaking his head at the extraordinary creature that sat atop his lap. "Was that so hard?" he purred teasingly as he ran his hands along the young guitarist's hips. The slight huff of annoyance he received was answer enough for him, and he chuckled. "Alright, alright," he drawled. "A deal's a deal."
Eric grinned and eagerly awaited his promised gift. He never doubted that Andreas actually had it; the man may give him insistant hell almost worse than he himself gave everyone else, but he wasn't one to break a promise.
Unable to resist the glee in the boy's eyes any longer, Andreas lifted himself up a bit, secretly enjoying the way Eric tightened his legs around his own to keep from falling, and retrieved something from his back pocket. Holding it only a few inches from Eric's face, Andre grinned and laughed aloud when the boy squealed with joy and snatched the package from his hand with lightning speed.
'Finally!!' Eric cried to himself, cradling the precious package to his chest as he hopped down from Whip's lap. The aggrivating man was getting entirely too much enjoyment out of him, the guitarist decided, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry with him for it. Chuckling a bit himself, Eric leaned over and planted a quick kiss to Whip's lips before disappearing into the dressing room, but not before adding a quiet "Thanks."
Andreas watched him leave with a light smile. The boy amazed him; all that over a simple word and a new set of jewelry...