Here We Go Again
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dorksidefikerTITLE: Here We Go Again
AUTHOR:dorksidefiker
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Anole/Hellion
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 79. Breath
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Julian only ever does this when he’s drunk.
WARNINGS: Slash-tastic!
NOTES: Erm… I got nothin’.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Victor didn’t even have to smell Julian’s breath to know that the telekinetic was drunk, though he did get a good whiff as Julian pulled him closer and mouthed at his neck. Julian mumbled something that Victor chose not to notice, grabbing the other man’s hand before they moved past his waist. “We’ve talked about this.”
“You talked,” Julian said, his mouth traveling up to Victor’s ear. “You didn’t give me the chance to reply.” Victor squeeked as what felt like a hand grabbed his ass and squeezed. A quick glance confirmed that he was still holding both of Julian’s hands, so that left -
Victor’s belt slid away, apparently under it’s own power. “Julian,” he said flatly, “stop that.”
A telekinetic ‘hand’ slid up Victor’s thigh. “Why?”
“Because I asked you to, Julian. And if you don’t stop, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.”
Something in the tone of Victor’s voice must have penetrated the alcoholic haze, because the telekinetic pressure disappeared. “Alright.”
“Go sober up, Julian,” Victor said gently, giving him a little push while silently cursing his chivalrous nature as he watched Julian stagger away.
AUTHOR:
dorksidefikerFANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Anole/Hellion
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 79. Breath
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Julian only ever does this when he’s drunk.
WARNINGS: Slash-tastic!
NOTES: Erm… I got nothin’.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Victor didn’t even have to smell Julian’s breath to know that the telekinetic was drunk, though he did get a good whiff as Julian pulled him closer and mouthed at his neck. Julian mumbled something that Victor chose not to notice, grabbing the other man’s hand before they moved past his waist. “We’ve talked about this.”
“You talked,” Julian said, his mouth traveling up to Victor’s ear. “You didn’t give me the chance to reply.” Victor squeeked as what felt like a hand grabbed his ass and squeezed. A quick glance confirmed that he was still holding both of Julian’s hands, so that left -
Victor’s belt slid away, apparently under it’s own power. “Julian,” he said flatly, “stop that.”
A telekinetic ‘hand’ slid up Victor’s thigh. “Why?”
“Because I asked you to, Julian. And if you don’t stop, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.”
Something in the tone of Victor’s voice must have penetrated the alcoholic haze, because the telekinetic pressure disappeared. “Alright.”
“Go sober up, Julian,” Victor said gently, giving him a little push while silently cursing his chivalrous nature as he watched Julian stagger away.