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maderrWas too brain dead to work on Midsummer. So I wrote Housekeeper drabble instead.
Neither did I feel like writing full smut, so I apologize now to those I know will complain about the lack. Please to be noting I said brain dead.
Still NWS despite not being as pr0ny as I'm sure people would prefer.
"Give me that!" Trevor said in exasperation. "Honestly, these things have patterns. Observe the pattern, kill the boss. Gimme!" He didn't wait for Richard to give it up, but simply reached out and snatched the controller away.
Bolting from the couch, he knelt in front of it and selected continue, then began to fight the boss correctly himself.
Absently he heard Richard shifting behind him, and had a vague thought that revenge was about to be had for stealing the controller, but he was more intent upon the boss they'd been trying to beat all night and hadn't because Richard sucked at boss fights but would never admit it and—
He dropped the controller with a sound that was half startled cry, half moan, wanting to move both away and closer to the teeth just barely sunk into his neck. "That's cheating," he gasped out as teeth were replaced by tongue and he heard the game inform him he'd just gotten his ass kicked but was so beyond caring.
"Cheating?" Richard said, laughing softly against his throat. "I thought a good hunter learned how to resist distractions."
Trevor groaned as a hand was shoved down his sweatpants, another beneath his wife beater, and helplessly leaned back against Richard, needing more. "This—isn't a distraction. It's cheating."
Richard laughed and bit down lightly on his shoulder, no doubt leaving red marks and that just made Trevor even harder than he was, dizzy on sensation and still high on the fact it was Richard.
"Cheater," Trevor gasped out again. "We're never going to – oh – beat this level if you keep—" He gave up as the teeth found his neck again, sinking in just enough to give Richard a taste of his blood.
He scrambled for purchase, desperate for balance but not finding anywhere good to put his hands. Then he was being jostled, turned, freed of his wife beater and then pushed down onto the carpet. The controller bit hard into his shoulder for a moment, then he shifted enough to get it out from under him and shoved it away.
Reaching up, he sank his hands into Richard's soft, pretty, wonderfully mussed hair and dragged him down for a kiss. "If you'd learn to beat the bosses, you wouldn't have to keep cheating to keep me from showing you up."
"Be quiet," Richard said, pressing sharp, nipping kisses across his face, along his throat, lapping at the fresh wounds before moving further down.
Trevor remembered belatedly that he could do more with his hands than keep them tangled in Richard's hair. Letting go, he fought against Richard's mouth to divest him of his clothes, thoroughly frustrated as always at times like these that Richard insisted on being so well dressed. Why couldn't he be underdressed like normal people playing videogames all night?
But Richard seemed to sense his discontent, laughs warm puffs of air against Trevor's skin before he sat up enough to strip off his own shirt, then he bent back down to give Trevor another kiss.
Oh, warm and sweet and all his now, yes. Trevor wrapped his arms around Richard's neck and held on for dear life, still afraid that he'd wake alone in a hotel resort.
Richard certainly felt real enough, though, skin hot and slick against his own, teeth wicked-sharp whenever they nipped or bit. Better still was the look in his eyes, the expression on his face, that said Richard wanted him, a simple housekeeper, and not some cool, superior hunter.
He laughed softly as Richard sat up a bit. "If you worked this hard at the bosses—"
A growl cut off his words, followed by a sharp kiss, and Trevor gave himself up to it entirely, more than content to let Richard cheat.
Especially since he hadn't yet told him that they were on hard mode, and that there was an easy mode.
Neither did I feel like writing full smut, so I apologize now to those I know will complain about the lack. Please to be noting I said brain dead.
Still NWS despite not being as pr0ny as I'm sure people would prefer.
"Give me that!" Trevor said in exasperation. "Honestly, these things have patterns. Observe the pattern, kill the boss. Gimme!" He didn't wait for Richard to give it up, but simply reached out and snatched the controller away.
Bolting from the couch, he knelt in front of it and selected continue, then began to fight the boss correctly himself.
Absently he heard Richard shifting behind him, and had a vague thought that revenge was about to be had for stealing the controller, but he was more intent upon the boss they'd been trying to beat all night and hadn't because Richard sucked at boss fights but would never admit it and—
He dropped the controller with a sound that was half startled cry, half moan, wanting to move both away and closer to the teeth just barely sunk into his neck. "That's cheating," he gasped out as teeth were replaced by tongue and he heard the game inform him he'd just gotten his ass kicked but was so beyond caring.
"Cheating?" Richard said, laughing softly against his throat. "I thought a good hunter learned how to resist distractions."
Trevor groaned as a hand was shoved down his sweatpants, another beneath his wife beater, and helplessly leaned back against Richard, needing more. "This—isn't a distraction. It's cheating."
Richard laughed and bit down lightly on his shoulder, no doubt leaving red marks and that just made Trevor even harder than he was, dizzy on sensation and still high on the fact it was Richard.
"Cheater," Trevor gasped out again. "We're never going to – oh – beat this level if you keep—" He gave up as the teeth found his neck again, sinking in just enough to give Richard a taste of his blood.
He scrambled for purchase, desperate for balance but not finding anywhere good to put his hands. Then he was being jostled, turned, freed of his wife beater and then pushed down onto the carpet. The controller bit hard into his shoulder for a moment, then he shifted enough to get it out from under him and shoved it away.
Reaching up, he sank his hands into Richard's soft, pretty, wonderfully mussed hair and dragged him down for a kiss. "If you'd learn to beat the bosses, you wouldn't have to keep cheating to keep me from showing you up."
"Be quiet," Richard said, pressing sharp, nipping kisses across his face, along his throat, lapping at the fresh wounds before moving further down.
Trevor remembered belatedly that he could do more with his hands than keep them tangled in Richard's hair. Letting go, he fought against Richard's mouth to divest him of his clothes, thoroughly frustrated as always at times like these that Richard insisted on being so well dressed. Why couldn't he be underdressed like normal people playing videogames all night?
But Richard seemed to sense his discontent, laughs warm puffs of air against Trevor's skin before he sat up enough to strip off his own shirt, then he bent back down to give Trevor another kiss.
Oh, warm and sweet and all his now, yes. Trevor wrapped his arms around Richard's neck and held on for dear life, still afraid that he'd wake alone in a hotel resort.
Richard certainly felt real enough, though, skin hot and slick against his own, teeth wicked-sharp whenever they nipped or bit. Better still was the look in his eyes, the expression on his face, that said Richard wanted him, a simple housekeeper, and not some cool, superior hunter.
He laughed softly as Richard sat up a bit. "If you worked this hard at the bosses—"
A growl cut off his words, followed by a sharp kiss, and Trevor gave himself up to it entirely, more than content to let Richard cheat.
Especially since he hadn't yet told him that they were on hard mode, and that there was an easy mode.
