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dorksidefikerTITLE: Spring
AUTHOR:dorksidefiker
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Victor/Billy/Teddy
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 93. Gasp
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: What’s the point of Spring Break if you can’t do shots off someone’s fabulous abs?
WARNINGS: Slash!
NOTES: I got nothing to note…
DISCLAIMER: And I don’t own anything, either.
Victor gasped and squirmed as the shot of vodka was poured on his bared stomach, followed by Teddy Altman’s warm tongue lapping the alcohol up. There was a cheer, and a flash from someone taking a picture. Victor felt heat rising to his face. Teddy loomed over him briefly, taking the slice of lime from between Victor’s teeth. Another cheer went up, and Victor sat up, pulling his shirt down to cover his stomach.
“Don’t I get my turn?” Billy called from across the bar. Several teams worth of young superheroes had invaded the Mexican bar for Spring Break, and somehow this had lead to Victor with his shirt rucked up to his armpits, with a Young Avenger licking his stomach.
“You don’t drink, Billy!” Teddy called over the noise.
Billy Kaplan snaked his way over, stopping Victor from getting off the table. “One drink won’t hurt.” He put his hands on Victor’s shoulders, urging him back down onto the table. “Right, Vic?”
“Y-yeah.” Victor hiked his shirt back up as Santo poured Billy a shot and Chase helpfully handed him a lime slide. Victor clamped the lime between his teeth, then let out a soft gasp as Billy poured the shot into Victor’s navel, then sprinkled salt on his hip, licking there before slurping up the tequila. Victor focused on not popping a boner. It was not easy, especially with Billy looking at him through his hair like that.
Billy had just snagged the lime slide when Teddy wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him off his feet and spinning him around.
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dorksidefikerFANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Victor/Billy/Teddy
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 93. Gasp
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: What’s the point of Spring Break if you can’t do shots off someone’s fabulous abs?
WARNINGS: Slash!
NOTES: I got nothing to note…
DISCLAIMER: And I don’t own anything, either.
Victor gasped and squirmed as the shot of vodka was poured on his bared stomach, followed by Teddy Altman’s warm tongue lapping the alcohol up. There was a cheer, and a flash from someone taking a picture. Victor felt heat rising to his face. Teddy loomed over him briefly, taking the slice of lime from between Victor’s teeth. Another cheer went up, and Victor sat up, pulling his shirt down to cover his stomach.
“Don’t I get my turn?” Billy called from across the bar. Several teams worth of young superheroes had invaded the Mexican bar for Spring Break, and somehow this had lead to Victor with his shirt rucked up to his armpits, with a Young Avenger licking his stomach.
“You don’t drink, Billy!” Teddy called over the noise.
Billy Kaplan snaked his way over, stopping Victor from getting off the table. “One drink won’t hurt.” He put his hands on Victor’s shoulders, urging him back down onto the table. “Right, Vic?”
“Y-yeah.” Victor hiked his shirt back up as Santo poured Billy a shot and Chase helpfully handed him a lime slide. Victor clamped the lime between his teeth, then let out a soft gasp as Billy poured the shot into Victor’s navel, then sprinkled salt on his hip, licking there before slurping up the tequila. Victor focused on not popping a boner. It was not easy, especially with Billy looking at him through his hair like that.
Billy had just snagged the lime slide when Teddy wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him off his feet and spinning him around.