I just can't stop...
...listening to JC Chasez! It's an addiction, I think I need help.
Anyways - today's Lost Riffs drabble prompt is Whisper.
I wrote RPS because that's another thing I don't seem to be able to control. *g*
The first soft brush of Ian’s lips against his is so light that Naveen thinks he imagined it, files it away as the rigours of shooting Ian’s final scenes playing tricks with his mind.
But then, it happens again.
This time there’s a firmness to it, a purpose, a meaning.
Naveen can’t help the way his mouth falls open as Ian licks across his bottom lip. He can’t control the sparks that shiver down his spine, can’t stop his hips from jerking forward as Ian’s voice curls whisper-rough into his ear.
"The producers already screwed me, now it’s your turn."
Anyways - today's Lost Riffs drabble prompt is Whisper.
I wrote RPS because that's another thing I don't seem to be able to control. *g*
The first soft brush of Ian’s lips against his is so light that Naveen thinks he imagined it, files it away as the rigours of shooting Ian’s final scenes playing tricks with his mind.
But then, it happens again.
This time there’s a firmness to it, a purpose, a meaning.
Naveen can’t help the way his mouth falls open as Ian licks across his bottom lip. He can’t control the sparks that shiver down his spine, can’t stop his hips from jerking forward as Ian’s voice curls whisper-rough into his ear.
"The producers already screwed me, now it’s your turn."