TM fic: tinman100 drabble set - "Twister"
Cross-posting begins! Getting it done before the work week begins again.
Title: Twister
Author: surranndie
Team: Tin Men
Word Count: 100 each (600 total)
Characters: Glitch/Cain, DG, Raw
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I do make good use of them.
Challenge: 20 - "Stick"
Challenge 20 - “Stick” - Twister
The twister had come out of nowhere, tiny and deadly, cutting through the knee-high grass and taking Glitch with it.
Just as quickly as it had appeared, the swirling wind tunnel poofed out of existence with a huff of dust and debris. Cain leaped over the short brick wall separating the garden from the field, Raw and an extremely upset DG on his heels.
“I’m so sorry,” DG kept saying, out of breath and visibly shaken.
Cain ignored her, tumbling down on his knees, ignoring the sharp wild rose thorns that liked to stick in his legs. “Glitch? Be okay...”
~*~
Glitch coughed, ribs aching and making an unpleasant grinding when he tried to move. So he stopped trying.
Warm, familiar hands brought tears of relief to his eyes. Wyatt’s were on his head, stroking his hair. DG’s were on his leg, trembling against his ankle. Raw’s were somewhere in between, soothing the broken parts.
When Wyatt told him it was all right to move, he did. Rolling over and sitting up with the help of his friends, Glitch leaned back against Wyatt’s chest, pulling a stick from his hair. “Well, that was unexpected.”
“I’m really sorry, Glitch,” DG said contritely.
~*~
Waving her off, Glitch smiled kindly. “Not your fault, Princess,” he told her kindly. “You don’t know your own magical strength yet. These things are bound to happen.”
“But I could have killed you!”
Leaning forward, Glitch put a hand on her cheek. “But you didn’t. I’m okay, thanks to Raw. No one else got hurt. It was an accident.”
After DG gave a reluctant nod, Wyatt pulled Glitch back to him. “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you but I’d rather stick to the indoors for today.”
Glitch grinned tiredly. “I hear the kitchen has fresh cupcakes.”
~*~
After delivering Glitch to their rooms and coming perilously close to tucking him into bed after his ordeal, Wyatt made a quick visit to the kitchen and procured a plate of heavily frosted dessert cakes. Everyone knew the head chef had a special place in her heart for Glitch and was happy to stick them in Cain’s hands when she found out who they were for.
Glitch was sprawled on his stomach diagonally across the bed, knees bent and feet in the air, when Wyatt returned.
His smile lit up the room when he saw what Wyatt had brought him.
~*~
Frosting ended up in places frosting was never meant to. Wyatt ran his vanilla-flavored finger down Glitch’s throat, following the thick trail with his tongue. Glitch arched his back and gave a low, throaty moan.
Wyatt pulled all of Glitch’s hard, aching cock into his mouth, the sugary sweetness contrasting wonderfully with the bitter salt he drew out of his mate. He hummed and brought Glitch to a sudden and powerful release, earning a sharp cry of pleasure from Glitch.
Licking off the remaining frosting and spilled fluids, Wyatt looked up to see Glitch stick his tongue out at him.
~*~
Sated and exhausted and blissfully happy to remain right where they were, Glitch and Wyatt sighed in unison. “Why don’t we do this more often?” Glitch asked.
Wyatt lifted his head just enough to rest his chin on Glitch’s chest, looking up at him. “I’m fairly certain that we do it more often than most men over forty.”
Glitch snorted and swatted Wyatt’s arm playfully. “I mean the part with the frosting. That was something.”
“Maybe because we don’t want to stick together when we fall asleep?”
“Good point.”
“Shower?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“All right, then. Wake me for dinner.”
~*~
Title: Twister
Author: surranndie
Team: Tin Men
Word Count: 100 each (600 total)
Characters: Glitch/Cain, DG, Raw
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I do make good use of them.
Challenge: 20 - "Stick"
Challenge 20 - “Stick” - Twister
The twister had come out of nowhere, tiny and deadly, cutting through the knee-high grass and taking Glitch with it.
Just as quickly as it had appeared, the swirling wind tunnel poofed out of existence with a huff of dust and debris. Cain leaped over the short brick wall separating the garden from the field, Raw and an extremely upset DG on his heels.
“I’m so sorry,” DG kept saying, out of breath and visibly shaken.
Cain ignored her, tumbling down on his knees, ignoring the sharp wild rose thorns that liked to stick in his legs. “Glitch? Be okay...”
~*~
Glitch coughed, ribs aching and making an unpleasant grinding when he tried to move. So he stopped trying.
Warm, familiar hands brought tears of relief to his eyes. Wyatt’s were on his head, stroking his hair. DG’s were on his leg, trembling against his ankle. Raw’s were somewhere in between, soothing the broken parts.
When Wyatt told him it was all right to move, he did. Rolling over and sitting up with the help of his friends, Glitch leaned back against Wyatt’s chest, pulling a stick from his hair. “Well, that was unexpected.”
“I’m really sorry, Glitch,” DG said contritely.
~*~
Waving her off, Glitch smiled kindly. “Not your fault, Princess,” he told her kindly. “You don’t know your own magical strength yet. These things are bound to happen.”
“But I could have killed you!”
Leaning forward, Glitch put a hand on her cheek. “But you didn’t. I’m okay, thanks to Raw. No one else got hurt. It was an accident.”
After DG gave a reluctant nod, Wyatt pulled Glitch back to him. “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you but I’d rather stick to the indoors for today.”
Glitch grinned tiredly. “I hear the kitchen has fresh cupcakes.”
~*~
After delivering Glitch to their rooms and coming perilously close to tucking him into bed after his ordeal, Wyatt made a quick visit to the kitchen and procured a plate of heavily frosted dessert cakes. Everyone knew the head chef had a special place in her heart for Glitch and was happy to stick them in Cain’s hands when she found out who they were for.
Glitch was sprawled on his stomach diagonally across the bed, knees bent and feet in the air, when Wyatt returned.
His smile lit up the room when he saw what Wyatt had brought him.
~*~
Frosting ended up in places frosting was never meant to. Wyatt ran his vanilla-flavored finger down Glitch’s throat, following the thick trail with his tongue. Glitch arched his back and gave a low, throaty moan.
Wyatt pulled all of Glitch’s hard, aching cock into his mouth, the sugary sweetness contrasting wonderfully with the bitter salt he drew out of his mate. He hummed and brought Glitch to a sudden and powerful release, earning a sharp cry of pleasure from Glitch.
Licking off the remaining frosting and spilled fluids, Wyatt looked up to see Glitch stick his tongue out at him.
~*~
Sated and exhausted and blissfully happy to remain right where they were, Glitch and Wyatt sighed in unison. “Why don’t we do this more often?” Glitch asked.
Wyatt lifted his head just enough to rest his chin on Glitch’s chest, looking up at him. “I’m fairly certain that we do it more often than most men over forty.”
Glitch snorted and swatted Wyatt’s arm playfully. “I mean the part with the frosting. That was something.”
“Maybe because we don’t want to stick together when we fall asleep?”
“Good point.”
“Shower?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“All right, then. Wake me for dinner.”
~*~