Tin Man drabble: Spring Fever (magic4mula)
Title: Spring Fever
Author: Surreal
Characters/Pairings: Raw/Jeb, mention of Ambrose/Cain
Summary: Just a little domestic moment between Raw and Jeb. For magic4mula, Formula 38: "flit…scissors…calculate…spring."
The spring season had come again and with it came the allergies that Jeb had been battling for the past three annuals since the flowers and grasses had begun to bloom full and bright for the first time since he was a child. He loved the color, the hope and warmth that the season brought. And he loved the surge of affection that Raw was nearly slave to, how the Viewer would touch him, kiss him, make him feel new and alive in ways he never thought possible before they became bonded.
There was one little annoyance included in all of this sneezing and closeness; the way Raw's long, unruly mane would tickle under his nose was almost unbearable and it was time to do something about it.
It was a testiment to how much Raw loved him, trusted and cared for Jeb, that he would allow Jeb to flit about his sensitive head with a pair of sharp, silver scissors. Raw simply sat still with a half-smile of tolerance for his young mate. His hand, now bare of the metal and leather gloves he had worn for protection for so long, would occasionally sneak out and stroke Jeb's flank, or the inside of his wrist when the blades were nowhere near skin.
"If you keep that up, we're never getting this done," Jeb groused half-heartedly, knowing full well that Raw could see right through him and feel his heart beat faster at the slightest of touches.
"Then Jeb keep sneezing," Raw pointed out with a smirk, watching as another long clump of hair joined the impressive pile on the floor. He knew he should be upset by this but was instead strangely comfortable with the entire experience. He had an idle thought of how Ambrose dealt with this, whenever it was Wyatt holding the scissors. It gave him a new respect for his restored friend and father-in-law.
His snort gave Jeb pause. "What?"
"Thinking," Raw shrugged, unable to keep from snickering. "Ambrose is Raw's father-in-law."
Jeb blinked rabidly, then a smile slowly formed. "You're right. That's just...too weird to think about." He shook his head with a chuckle, then went back to trying to calculate his next cut. Raw's hand distracted him again, this time as it slid up his inner thigh. "I'm almost done, then you can ravage me."
Raw purred deeply and closed his eyes, happily planning what he would do with Jeb very, very soon.
**
End.
Author: Surreal
Characters/Pairings: Raw/Jeb, mention of Ambrose/Cain
Summary: Just a little domestic moment between Raw and Jeb. For magic4mula, Formula 38: "flit…scissors…calculate…spring."
The spring season had come again and with it came the allergies that Jeb had been battling for the past three annuals since the flowers and grasses had begun to bloom full and bright for the first time since he was a child. He loved the color, the hope and warmth that the season brought. And he loved the surge of affection that Raw was nearly slave to, how the Viewer would touch him, kiss him, make him feel new and alive in ways he never thought possible before they became bonded.
There was one little annoyance included in all of this sneezing and closeness; the way Raw's long, unruly mane would tickle under his nose was almost unbearable and it was time to do something about it.
It was a testiment to how much Raw loved him, trusted and cared for Jeb, that he would allow Jeb to flit about his sensitive head with a pair of sharp, silver scissors. Raw simply sat still with a half-smile of tolerance for his young mate. His hand, now bare of the metal and leather gloves he had worn for protection for so long, would occasionally sneak out and stroke Jeb's flank, or the inside of his wrist when the blades were nowhere near skin.
"If you keep that up, we're never getting this done," Jeb groused half-heartedly, knowing full well that Raw could see right through him and feel his heart beat faster at the slightest of touches.
"Then Jeb keep sneezing," Raw pointed out with a smirk, watching as another long clump of hair joined the impressive pile on the floor. He knew he should be upset by this but was instead strangely comfortable with the entire experience. He had an idle thought of how Ambrose dealt with this, whenever it was Wyatt holding the scissors. It gave him a new respect for his restored friend and father-in-law.
His snort gave Jeb pause. "What?"
"Thinking," Raw shrugged, unable to keep from snickering. "Ambrose is Raw's father-in-law."
Jeb blinked rabidly, then a smile slowly formed. "You're right. That's just...too weird to think about." He shook his head with a chuckle, then went back to trying to calculate his next cut. Raw's hand distracted him again, this time as it slid up his inner thigh. "I'm almost done, then you can ravage me."
Raw purred deeply and closed his eyes, happily planning what he would do with Jeb very, very soon.
**
End.