Ficlet: Whipped
Title: Whipped
Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Flashpoint
Pairing/Characters: Greg/Wordy
Rating: Adult..ish.
Wordcount: 250
Summary: Prompt : Fantasy (in that this is like my fantasy - LOL!)
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Greg can't help it. When he sees Wordy, he laughs. It's not like he's doubled over or anything, and it's more a laugh of surprise than amusement, but Wordy's face still clouds over and he says,
"Not the reaction I was hoping for."
Greg enters his bedroom, apologising even though the grin is still fixed on his face.
"I just wasn't expecting... This." He waves a hand at the bed. 'This' is Wordy, spread-eagled on top of the sheets, butt-naked save for what seems to be half a tin of whipped cream slowly melting from its position of maintaining his dignity.
"Well. Surprise," Wordy says, lifting his head slightly.
"You could've just said 'Happy Birthday', Kev."
"It's not quite the same. Would you mind getting started before I ruin your sheets?"
Greg watches a drip of cream slide down over Wordy's ribs and onto the covers beneath him. He shifts slightly and Greg knows it's probably uncomfortable. He slips a knee onto the mattress and leans over, planting a hand either side of Wordy's head.
"You're an idiot," he tells him, affectionately, and then kisses him. Wordy's head tilts back slightly as Greg's tongue licks into his mouth, running over his lips, teeth and tongue. Wordy's very warm; Greg can feel the heat rising off him and he relishes it, thinking it's no wonder the cream is melting. It is something he needs to turn his attention to and he draws himself up and picks a good spot to start.
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Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Flashpoint
Pairing/Characters: Greg/Wordy
Rating: Adult..ish.
Wordcount: 250
Summary: Prompt : Fantasy (in that this is like my fantasy - LOL!)
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Greg can't help it. When he sees Wordy, he laughs. It's not like he's doubled over or anything, and it's more a laugh of surprise than amusement, but Wordy's face still clouds over and he says,
"Not the reaction I was hoping for."
Greg enters his bedroom, apologising even though the grin is still fixed on his face.
"I just wasn't expecting... This." He waves a hand at the bed. 'This' is Wordy, spread-eagled on top of the sheets, butt-naked save for what seems to be half a tin of whipped cream slowly melting from its position of maintaining his dignity.
"Well. Surprise," Wordy says, lifting his head slightly.
"You could've just said 'Happy Birthday', Kev."
"It's not quite the same. Would you mind getting started before I ruin your sheets?"
Greg watches a drip of cream slide down over Wordy's ribs and onto the covers beneath him. He shifts slightly and Greg knows it's probably uncomfortable. He slips a knee onto the mattress and leans over, planting a hand either side of Wordy's head.
"You're an idiot," he tells him, affectionately, and then kisses him. Wordy's head tilts back slightly as Greg's tongue licks into his mouth, running over his lips, teeth and tongue. Wordy's very warm; Greg can feel the heat rising off him and he relishes it, thinking it's no wonder the cream is melting. It is something he needs to turn his attention to and he draws himself up and picks a good spot to start.
end